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lily-bisque · 6 days ago

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how to seduce a neanderthal for dummies: sukuna edition -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

✦ ── synopsis: new school, new people, new you. or at least you thought. with the emergence of a pink-haired brute and jerk riling up your old habits, how could you not try to put him in his place?

✦ ── contents: 5.3k words, porn with too much plot, bullying, incredibly devious choso/reader dynamics, oaf and pathetic sukuna, explicit smut, dom/sub undertones, bdsm, really degrading language, orgasm control, dry humping, basically love and leashes with a bullying sub-plot. this is pretty filthy.

✦ ── a/n: thank you so so SO much to everyone who has supported me thus far. i can not believe i've managed to meet so many sweet and supportive people here and share my newfound love for writing with you guys :] i rly do hope you guys enjoy this work i'm delivering as my 1k followers special that was a request from the lovely @sstrawbaekie, she's got some amazing fic ideas!

day one. it was day one and you could already feel your eye twitching.

you’d stepped into the classroom, dragging your feet at yet another new private university, somehow smaller than the last.

you had garnered quite the academic reputation—getting into far too many fights for reasons you could only describe with a phrase as “justice is the constant and perpetual will to allot to every man his due.”

…or in simpler terms, you hated bullies.

you couldn’t stand the instinctive feeling that nearly had you gagging whenever you’d see some frail boy shoved into a locker at the hands of some brute, or a trio of popular girls tugging the braids of some newbie nerd who kept apologizing for her hiccups induced from fear.

without fail, a deep scowl etched tight lines across your face as you watched some cliché scenario unfold. and without fail, you stepped in.

you weren’t really one for words, asking the culprit you caught red handed to stop, or else. and they always chose the harder option, making you scoff at their lack of preservation before you swiped their jaw in one quick move.

were you really the villain here?

so what if you fought violence with violence? you couldn’t help the rage that burned like an untamed blaze in your gut, the one thing to douse it being swift and timely justice.

however, you were definitely on your last straw now. your father’s anger was only snowballing with each meeting with the dean ending in expulsion despite him paying a hefty sum for them to even take in a student with such a track record—dragging you home by the ear this last time and swearing that you were on your own now.

like, who’s parents were this involved in their post-secondary education?

but, of course, on your very first day, the first thing that you witness?

injustice.

“over there, you moron.”

you plopped down into your seat, dragging your hands over your face as you rested a cheek against your palm, bleakly focusing your gaze on the other side of the classroom.

there was a beastly pink-haired man, arms crossed over his chest and a leg propped pridefully against his chair, pointing at something on the floor.

beside him, a weary looking brown-haired boy with a dark stripe across his face, actively sweating as he crawled across the floor.

you glanced around the classroom, seeing how everyone was occupied with their friends or their phones.

as if this was the kind of thing they’d witness every other day.

“i-i don’t see what you’re talking about, sukuna,” he breathed out, squinting his eyes as his palms slapped the tile floors.

you adjusted your stiff button-up, now somewhat distracted with the atrocious uniform this school provided. why on earth was your skirt above your knees?

“oi, i found it,” the guy you assume is sukuna declared.

the raven-haired boy glanced behind his shoulder, only to be met with a pencil flying straight at his face.

sukuna barked a laugh, tossing his head back and clutching his chest, thrumming with howls.

choso flinched, falling on an elbow without any sort of grace and cringing.

you itched the crease permanently marked into your forehead from the display.

standing up, you paced over to the other side of the classroom, palm outstretched as you peered down at your new classmate, doing your best to conceal your pity. “you alright?”

you could feel the conversation in the classroom stall, everyone previously preoccupied with something menial dialing their full attention in on you.

still on his hands and knees, the boy glanced around as if you were talking to someone else, before peering up at you. “uh, yeah. i’m fine,” he squeaked out, doing his best to ignore the brute bristling behind him.

he took your hand in his and you could feel his nerves through his clammy hand and racing pulse. “you know you don’t have to lie, right? i’m not blind.”

he reluctantly dusted his thighs off, peering back at his bully before looking at you. his classmates began to murmur things, making his skin litter with even more goosebumps. “i-i’m not lying…” he trailed off, trying to keep his voice low.

you quirked a brow. “so i’m a liar now?”

his eyebrows shot up, nearly touching his hairline. you could see the fear that wracked him as he waved his arms, bending his knees slightly as if he was pleading to you. “no! no! i never meant to call you a liar.”

you grinned, placing a hand on your hip. “okay, then.”

you brushed past him, slapping a hand on his shoulder at encouragement that he shuddered at, before making your way towards the man who already managed to ruin your first day, and probably your last. “hey. what’s your name?”

he adjusted in his seat, giving you a quick once-over and assessing you with as much care you’d give roadkill. “what’s it to you?”

ah. the million dollar question.

“i don’t know. think i’m just curious about the name of the guy so bored and with a brain so small, he has to entertain himself by picking on the weak.”

the immediate reaction, stifled chuckles and whispers, had sukuna clenching his jaw. his expression faltered, the smug smirk on his face now defensive. “think you’re funny?”

“yeah. i do.”

he stood from his seat, towering over you with his formidable height, but it didn’t deter you one bit. “what about now?”

you took a second to think about it, rubbing a hand against your jaw, before you took a step closer, chest nearly brushing against his midsection. “you’re about as scary as the size of your dick. which i can assume is even smaller than whatever you’ve got up there,” you emphasized your last word with a push of your finger to his forehead.

the classroom erupted in laughter, students keeling over as they watched the apex predator here get knocked down multiple pegs.

his head spun on a swivel, forehead burning with where you just touched him, and the tinge of red on the crown of his ears didn’t go unnoticed. he bore his gaze back on you, crimson eyes sparkling with a fury so red, it managed to even excite you.

but before he could get even a word out, the professor walked in, tapping her cane against the ground and asking the class to settle down.

you gracefully bowed to sukuna, pretending to tip an imaginary hat. “good day, kind sir.”

he clenched his fist, slamming it against a near table that caught the attention of everyone.

the professor looked surprised, and somewhat startled by the action—as if they’d been waiting for the moment he’d finally had an outburst. “sukuna…” she started.

the man in question grunted, brushing past you and storming out of the classroom.

the brown-haired eyes gaped as he watched the scene unfold, as if he’d just been flashed by a homeless man, the kind of thing you’d only witness once in your life.

you had to hold back a chuckle as you made your way back to your seat, plopping down and not even noticing the tense atmosphere as everyone was still recovering from the impact of sukuna’s rage—as if it were a physical thing they could feel wafting in the air.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

fuck.

sukuna paced around the men’s bathroom, yelling at anyone who dared step inside while he gathered his thoughts.

not once had sukuna been defied, the utter lack of opposition from squirmy students and complacent teachers fearing his brooding form making it easy to get away with what he wanted.

so how did a girl like you just randomly show up and decide to break his flow of things? disrupting something that had become so natural, it was like the classroom was his habitat and he was king.

a storm of uncertainty and rage brewed in his chest.

but worst of all, the very reason why he stormed out without a word, was the way your words sent blood rushing south.

he had a raging boner. and he intended on hiding it from you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you could feel fingers tap your shoulder, a voice muffled commanding your attention as you paced out of the classroom after lecture.

you turned, just to see that pitiful boy from earlier. it was odd, he wasn’t scrawny like most victims you’d see, he was actually quite tall and had a nice build. maybe where he fell short were his crooked frames and gentle face, thrown in with his kind disposition.

not to mention, not many men can rival a massive man-child like sukuna.

you pulled your headphones off. “did you say something?”

he shuffled uncomfortably, as if sukuna was going to bite his head off for talking to you. “yeah, sorry. i just wanted to say thanks.”

you narrowed your eyes as you looked at him before shaking your head, his thanks not necessary. you were just glad it didn’t end up with your expulsion this time. “it’s fine.”

you paced on, but the guy followed you like a lost dog needing to imprint. “i’m choso, by the way.”

you gave him a soft smile before introducing yourself. “nice to meet you.”

he gripped the straps of his bag as he peered down at you, the flush on his pale cheeks evident. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was positively enamored with you. “it’s nice to meet you, too.”

you expected him to disappear now, wanting to listen to your music as you headed to your next dreadful class, but he only continued on. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

you passed on a stiff smile as confirmation and he chuckled to himself. “what’s your next class? maybe i can show you.”

“uh, let me see,” you said, pulling your bag to your front, actively trying not to walk into anyone as you tore out your schedule. “looks likeeeee,” you drawled out, eyes scanning the sheet. “fuck. statistics. god, i’m horrible at anything math related.”

choso perked up at that, tail practically wagging. “really?” he started, rubbing his nape with a sheepish smile. “i wouldn’t mind, ya know, doing an assignment or two for you.”

you stopped dead in your tracks, turning around and smacking his arm. “this, choso, is exactly why you’re bullied. you can’t do that anymore,” you scolded, watching in real-time as his tail tucked between his legs.

he lowered his head, nodding reluctantly. “sorry. i could tutor you if you’d like.”

you grinned, sliding your schedule back into your bag and nodding. “that’s more like it.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you met up with choso later that night. he’d managed to pop up after lecture where he insisted on walking you to your next class.

he was trailing you quite a bit, but you didn’t mind the company.

especially when the company was incredibly smart.

choso was great at breaking things down without being judgmental or condescending— even when you had your head in your hands and wouldn’t stop groaning after every practice question.

“that’s the normal distribution, not the standard distribution,” he commented, pen brushing against your homework.

you winced. “is that not the same thing?”

he gave you a soft smile, almost pitiful like your earlier one. “let’s take a break.”

you reclined, shutting your eyes and manspreading as you sighed.

he placed a forearm against the back of his chair, eyeing you cautiously.

“what?” you blurted, feeling his impromptu gaze on you.

“huh? nothing?” he warily replied immediately.

you peeked out of an eye. “you’re looking at me like you’ve got a thousand and one secrets threatening to pour from you. spill.”

he grimaced, turning to face his desk and dropping his hands to his lap. “yeah. well, i saw something today.”

you didn’t reply, waiting for him to continue.

“remember when you stood up to sukuna?” the simple utter of his name made choso shiver.

“yeah, why?” you responded, itching your scalp and trying to rid your brain from the irritation still lingering from everything statistics related.

“well. i noticed, uh,” he trailed off, eyes drawing shut as if bracing himself.

“what, choso? spit it out.”

he inhaled sharply, before turning to you.

“he had a hard-on after you cussed him out.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

now, this definitely was not your greatest feat. but, it was by far your most devious.

that night you spent cooped up in the library with choso?

yeah, no studying related to statistics went down after his confession.

instead, you and choso became a pair of utterly miserable and twisted individuals plotting on a very evil man. it cancels out, doesn’t it?

the plan the two of you concocted, much to your boredom and desire to step on tormentors and choso’s need to be unshackled from his binds to sukuna as his favorite chew toy, was far more immoral than your previous triumphs.

it took hours of meticulous research, at least on choso’s end because you fell asleep halfway through, before it was complete.

operation: wreck ryomen sukuna.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

it started off small.

glances, comments, nudges. anything to get him riled up?

whap!

the professor smacked their ruler against their stand, glaring across the classroom. “ryomen sukuna. are you even listening?”

the man faltered, head resting against his fist as he began to lose consciousness, droning out before he was startled awake. “huh?” he grunted, rubbing his eye with his thumb.

the professor sighed, fingers tapping impatiently against the stand. “if my lecture is so lackluster since you’re obviously an expert and can spare yourself by napping, i would be pleased if you took the stand and could teach the class.”

sukuna huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms, miffed that the one instructor who said anything to his face had to do so in front of the entire class.

and interrupt his sleep.

but suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when he peered over at you, snickering to yourself in his direction.

he frowned deeply, before you motioned at him, rubbing your thumb against the seam of your lips that looked far too plush before jutting your chin towards him.

his eyebrows knitted, mimicking your gestures just to realize he had drool dribbling down his chin.

fuck.

you smiled to yourself, shifting in your chair and tossing a leg over the other. he had to tear his gaze from your nearly bare thighs.

quickly snagging a pillow choso was resting his elbows on, he placed it in his lap to conceal something rapidly rising, cursing to himself.

choso couldn’t even be mad since he knew all was going according to his plan, and you were the perfect executioner.

the next time you ran into sukuna, he’d accidentally bumped into you in the hallway.

you wasted no time shoving him with all of your effort, calling him a big oaf, before storming off.

he could barely stop his heart from slamming his ribs, fearing it’d bruise.

and at night, sukuna would lay restless, tossing and turning and shoving his inner turmoil down down down…

with his hands in his pants, mumbling your name and wrenching his shaft.

it was pathetic. he knew it was. getting all hot and bothered by the one person who defied him.

but he couldn’t deny his unbelievable attraction to you, nor could he admit it to you.

so he lingered in that grey area, too much of a coward to admit just how badly he’d want you to touch him, feel him, kiss him…

he dragged a hand down his face. what the fuck was he thinking?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“the fuck?”

sukuna arrived to class, shoving away the jitters he had flowing through him, unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

he’s not sure if it’s from being humiliated, or having to come face to face with the very girl who humiliated him every single day.

and somehow turned him on.

on his desk, though, was a scribbled note with poor handwriting and a kiss stamp, telling him you were waiting on him in the janitor's closet on the east wing if he wasn’t a pussy.

did you want to fight him? sukuna’s never fought a girl before, nor was he planning on it.

but the residue of your lipstick was tantalizing him, almost pulling him towards the janitors closet.

maybe he’d allow you to get one fist to his jaw before he left.

in his dream-like trance, he didn’t even notice choso propped on the desk beside him, head buried in a textbook he wasn’t even reading.

sukuna crumpled the note, shoving it in his pocket and mumbling something incoherent to himself, before hurrying out of the classroom. the lecture wouldn’t be starting for another couple minutes so it was easy to slip out.

choso pulled his phone from his pocket immediately, sending a text to you.

your phone buzzed, pulling it from your shirt pocket and reading it.

choso — operation is a go :D !!!

step one: plant the seed? check.

you scoffed at his excited text, shoving your phone away and getting to your feet, pacing around the rather small janitors closet.

within a couple of minutes of you sighing, you heard a couple of heavy knocks against the door, pulling your attention.

a grin tugged at your lips. “what’s the magic word?”

the guy grumbled something under his breath before responding. “please?”

you snickered. “it’s actually ‘i’m a jackass with the iq of a penny’ but that works too!”

you had no idea why you agreed to this as you pulled the door open, eyes gleaming with mischief.

you'd barely known the guy for more than a couple weeks, but you could tell that he was entirely beside himself right now.

he was actively fidgeting, running a hand across the back of his neck and glancing behind him every two seconds. he was visibly nervous.

“gonna keep looking stupid or are you gonna come in?”

his eyes met yours, mouth dropping at your attire.

you were sporting a black latex shapewear, a black baton in your hand with tassels hanging from the edge, and a leash in the other.

you had a wedgie thanks to choso accidentally ordering a size too small, a whim in hopes that sukuna would be into this kinda thing.

his face was evidence enough.

maw slack, eyes dazed, and sukuna junior making an appearance just below his belt.

“the fuck are you wearing?”

you tossed the strap of the leash around your shoulders and twisted the leather tassels of the baton in your hand before smacking sukuna’s forearm with it, enough to make him recoil.

“shut the door.”

he gave you a strange look, a shiver crawling down his spine at your commanding tone, but complied nonetheless.

step two: secure the package — check.

you brushed past his shoulder, shoving his massive form slightly out of the way and locked the door he’d just closed.

he shoved his hands into his pockets, taking a few weary peeks around the room like someone was about to jump out of an empty cardboard box with a camera yelling ‘you just got punk’d!’

“take a seat,” you pointed towards the wooden chair smack dab in the middle of the cramped space, watching sukuna’s eyes actively avoid the curve of your ass.

his heavy foot falls fell against the floor, until he plopped down and the chair creaked under his weight.

you grinned, wringing the leather in your hand, black heels clicking against the floor as you sauntered over slowly.

sukuna’s hands rested in his lap, cracking his knuckles as he avoided your gaze, tan cheeks reddening ever so slightly.

you knew he wanted this—he’d have been out of here in mere seconds if he didn’t.

which was why you placed a gloved finger below his chin, standing right between his spread bulky thighs, and directed his vision towards you. his crimson eyes flickered with irritation before softening into something you’d never seen grace his features.

he actually looked quite handsome when he didn’t look like you spit in his food.

you didn’t say a word, simply leaning forward with slow deliberation, your warm breath fanning against his lips as your faces were just inches from connecting.

and then you kissed him.

soft, guiding, claiming.

he groaned, hands going limp at his sides as you pushed his head backwards, cupping his cheeks. he’d only imagined how your lips felt, so he couldn’t have dreamt up the fireworks that were going off in his head, actively short-circuiting any sense of logic he had a grasp on.

sukuna felt as if he were prancing in a meadow, or some secret garden, blossoming a romance away from ogling eyes and nurturing something almost… pure.

his body submitted to you, kneeling at your altar with a blank-slated mind and a fluttering heart, calling for your salvation.

oh how he’d longed for your attention in such a short time is beyond him.

you, on the other hand, had to hide the smug grin teasing at the corners of your lips, knowing you had him just where you wanted.

you pulled away for a moment, hearing the sigh of relief and wonderment trickling from his mouth, eyes teary and dazed.

tossing a leg over his, you began to straddle him, resting your leather-clothed sex right over the prominent bulge in his jeans. “you into this kinda thing?” you queried, resting a hand against his shoulder.

he blinked a couple of times, still unsure as to how he’d even managed to end up here or if he was possibly dreaming, before reluctantly nodding. you’d never seen him at such a loss for words.

“what about this?” you drawled out and thus began to test the waters. you slowly, and as seductively as possible, pulled the leash from your shoulders and began to clasp it around his neck.

you could see the moment his breath hitched, eyes darting down to where your nimble fingers worked, tracing the cool metal that made him shuffle in his seat. “i-i like it.”

as he moved in the wooden chair, you hooked a finger around the large silver circle that rested against his adam’s apple and tugged it towards you, eyes narrowing as his went wide. “did i say you could move?”

he opened his mouth, only stumbling over each and every word. “i- uh, y-you never—.”

you tugged it harder, your nose brushing against his. “use your words.”

sukuna had never wanted to kiss you more, he thinks. he cleared his throat, mustering up every ounce of courage. “you didn’t.”

“i didn’t…?”

“you didn’t, ma’am.”

you clicked your tongue, releasing the near vice-like hold on his neck and standing up. “there you go.”

not once did his eyes leave your form, greedily consuming anything you could give him.

“ya know,” you started, pacing back and forth in thought, tapping against your chin. “i thought you were fucking vile when i first saw you.”

he swallowed a thick lump, akin to a rock, lodged in his throat. he doesn’t understand why, but he craves validation from you—he wants to look good for you.

“perched up all confident and casual, not a care in the world, kicking others down for your own enjoyment.” you skimmed your fingers through your hair, before stopping in place. “and for your information, i hate jerks.”

you started towards him again, sukuna tensing up in his chair before you rounded the seat. you placed your hands against his shoulders, leaning down until your breath tickled the crown of his ear. “so why don’t we change that?”

sukuna hiccuped, wanting to look back and meet your fiery gaze, but not finding the will to do so. “change what?”

you hummed, bringing the tasseled end of the baton and caressing his neck with it, making him shiver in his seat. “change your ways, for me.”

he stilled, and you could feel the palpable hesitation in the air, as if he was weighing it between his hands.

you took the chance to press a chaste kiss against his neck, bringing your hand down to his chest and smoothing out his shirt. “you wanna be a good boy for me?”

you could feel the immediate change in reaction—cheeks flushing, breath catching in his throat, words dying on his tongue, eyes fixing on your hand.

got him.

you walked around the couch and wasted no time slipping your latex suit from you.

sukuna was quite the handsome man, his looks enough to make your stomach flip and made it incredibly easy for you to agree to choso’s planning. yet, something in you was enjoying this far more than you’d expected yourself to.

dropping your outfit to the ground, you straddled him once more, wearing nothing but black lingerie and your latex gloves.

he was speechless now, making this a lot easier.

what you didn’t expect, however, was just how… audible he could be.

you grabbed a rope from a shelf, not even caring that class had started nearly ten minutes ago, and tied his hands behind his back, whispering a soft ‘no touching’ in his ear before biting the lobe.

pushing your breasts into his face, you muffled nearly any sound he could make, grinding your already soaked cunt against his clothed erection. you could just feel how massive he was, your mind short-circuiting at the size.

“couldn’t help but notice,” you huffed through a whimper, eyes fluttering shut as you chased your own pleasure. “j-just how fucking hard you get when i poke fun at you.”

he was just huffs and grunts into the mounds on your chest, dizzy on nothing but you.

“got a thing for girls who think you’re a dick?”

he nodded reluctantly, pressing a kiss just above the lace of your bra, hands wrenching in their tight hold against the chair.

“you’re a real perv,” you jeered, claws digging into the fabric of his cotton tee.

and before you could reach that sweet peak, the quickest, neediest and most overwhelmed whine you never could’ve expected left sukuna’s lips, a damp spot growing in his pants that was certainly not your juices.

you stilled, peering down and chuckling as you pulled your breasts from his face.

he was so flushed and dazed, he almost looked cute.

you had to conceal the grin on your lips, pulling yourself from his lap and standing up.

turning around, you glanced past your shoulder and curled your fingers through the fabric of your panties, dragging them down excruciatingly slow, sukuna’s wet eyes never leaving your form.

backing up, you sat reverse-cowgirl, bare cunt sopping juices across his lap.

how badly did he want to drag his hands across your waist, up your sides, gripping the plush of your tits—. but no, he had to sit here, and take it.

“how bad do you want it?” you groaned out, feeling the fabric of his jeans catch on your clit and drawing a whimper from you.

“b-bad,” he sighed, knowing his wrists would be bruised by the time he left this closet.

“just bad?” you teased, leaning your head back against his shoulder as your hips developed a mind of their own.

he huffed, eyebrows knitting as his sexual frustration only seemed to grow by the passing second. “use me. fuck me. l-let me make you feel good,” he sighed, eyes drawing shut as the shameful admission.

and it was more than enough for you to work his jeans and boxers off, resuming your position and sinking down on his girthy length.

of all the guys you’d been with, he was definitely the thickest, each inch he fed into you practically choking you.

“f-fucking hell,” you sputtered as he twitched inside your cunt, bulging veins dragging against your syrupy walls.

he bit his lip, tossing his head back as you strangled his cock, his breaths turning shallow and raggedy. like hell if he was going to ruin this with his witless mouth, fingers flexing in their restraints as his mind muddled with thoughts of just you.

after what felt like excruciating minutes, you finally bottomed out, pussy wrapped around his shaft to the hilt, practically brushing against your lungs. you leaned forward this time, fingers finding the strap of the leash and tugging on it.

a gasp was pulled from his lips as you began to gyrate your hips, bouncing up and down at a pace you could endure.

and god, were you a sight to see even from the back. he could spot the curves of your tits bouncing, your maw hanging open, his eyes dragging down to where the two of you connected.

not to mention, you were taking him raw.

“don’t cum ‘till i tell you, prick,” you drew a sharp breath in, stomach sucking in as you chased your own sweet pleasure.

“w-won’t,” was all sukuna could spit out, eyes nearly crossing from how tight the leash was against his neck, the pressure making him dizzy.

the curve of his cock hit all the right sweet spots to pull the most saccharine sounds from you, ass meeting his pelvis with each bounce.

“you o-on the p-pill?” sukuna huffed out, sweat beading his browline, teeth clenching as he felt pre leaking from his tip, feeling his high teetering off the precipice, nearly losing any sense of his sanity.

you sighed in frustration, fingers wrapping in the leather of the leash and pulling harder. “obviously, idiot,” you groaned.

don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum. sukuna had to repeat this in his mind like a mantra, desperate for sweet relief but knowing you deserved to feel just as good as he was.

“you gonna stay a good boy for me?” you prodded, focusing on just why it was you were fucking ryomen sukuna in your new private universities janitor closet. you reached your free hand down to stimulate your neglected bundle of nerves, fingers catching just how wet you were and smearing them against your clit. “can’t have a trouble boy at my side.”

“mmf!” he nodded, eyes clamped shut as he focused on not spilling his seed into your womb, not even realizing what he was agreeing to.

“you promise? no more picking on a-anyone?” you continued, making a figure-eight motion as his tip nudged your cervix.

“f-fuck. i promise i-i won’t bother anyone,” he squirmed, and you knew just how close he was.

“then come for me, baby.”

step three: seduce the neanderthal — check.

OPERATION: WRECK RYOMEN SUKUNA — COMPLETE.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

“for the love of all things good, shut up.”

you immediately shot a glare at sukuna behind you, his hands on your waist tightening as you could practically see his ears downturn in the moment, shame coloring him silly. he turned his attention towards choso, letting out a sigh before speaking. “sorry. i mean, it’s been a long week. please reduce your chatter.”

you smiled bright, briskly nodding as you turned towards your friend who gave you a gentle smile. “i seriously do not understand how the two of you managed to become a… thing,” he cooed out, resting a cheek against an open palm, an all-knowing glint in his eyes.

you tossed an arm over sukuna’s shoulder, feeling him tense up, just like he seemed to do around you, feeling like he’d forever be indebted to you for absolutely no reason. “oh, we are not a thing. he’s my little plaything, a project that i’m working on,” you beamed out, tugging at the back of his hair to which he huffed at.

“she’s holding you hostage, right man?” choso chuckled, folding his arms over his chest.

“i think she cursed me. plans on striking down my family tree in the upcoming future.”

you shot him another look, but he cringed before motioning that he wasn’t done speaking.

“she makes me a better person. which is why,” he reached into his pocket, before pulling a pencil out and handing it out to choso. “i’ve stopped throwing pencils at people.”

choso’s eyes went wide, before you and sukuna exchanged a look, bursting out into laughter.

choso sighed, adjusting in his seat and turning away to conceal a grin. “it’s like they were made for each other.”

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limerlove · 3 months ago

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A BOUQUET OF GREED, A COUNTRY GIRL WITH NEEDS

pairing. bullrider!abby x fem!reader

eighteen+, minors dni. cowgirl!abby essentially, this is smut with the tiniest amount of plot, cheating (don't cheat on your partner y'all), strap!sex, munchcity, some excessive profanity.

“If your girlfriend could ride a bull this good, maybe she would actually beat me.” With her thick accent cutting through, not moving an inch, Abby is cemented in her ego.

Before tonight, she would believe the blazing heat swarming in your eyes had been a figment of her imagination. But then you’re dragging her to the back seat of her truck.

It’s a lucky break. Abby’s charm, her stroke of cockiness enabling her to leave a baby pink strap in her glove compartment.

An arrogant goddess for you to tame but seems all she’s doing is crushing you. Pleasing you. Doing everything in her power to have this moment ricochet in an everlasting timeline, one you’ll be forced to keep tucked away in your mind.

A sultry secret for the sinners to guard.

“Abs—” With a single glance, you warn her through accusatory eyes but she draws your sensitive and perked nipple in her mouth, flicking her tongue as she massages the other.

Intense cries escalate, a needy ache settling over you — a scratch you can’t reach — and she’s enjoying the fuck out of you bouncing on her cock.

Devious blue eyes look through blonde eyelashes, her signature hat on your pretty head. Even if you aren’t hers, you sure do look like it. All it took was some pretty words flying out of her mouth and your girl steaming after a loss to send you in the right direction.

“Keep ridin’, darling. You wanna be my cowgirl?” Abby shifts her hips upwards, thank fuck, but she gives you no time to adjust.

You nod, giving your supple compliance.

“Then enjoy the ride, sweetheart.”

With a firm hand on your ass, she guides your hips to meet the push the prized object inside of you, unable to stop yourself — all you can offer is clear submission.

“Oh fuck, Abbbyyyy, it’s—”

Eyes rolling into the back of your head as she fucks up into you vigorously, each moment she keeps on her mind, committing to a memory she never wishes to forget.

Each glide of her cock feels like an angel’s touch christening her swollen, puffy lips to perfection. There’s too much to answer for but her stupid southern accent wants to punish you further.

“Pretty slut you are. An even prettier angel just begging to be fucked right.” You can’t help but whimper in downright agony, your clit being abused isn’t enough. Desperately you need her to fuck you for the rest of your life.

Even so, an eternity of her lips, that mouth, these hypnotic hips encased in godly strength — it’s not enough. Unless you can have her whenever your sin feels the desire to reach, it can’t be.

“Need you, baby. Please. Don’t stop.” Whatever pride you were so desperate to cling onto evaporates like dandelions in the spring breeze.

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, sweet girl.” Abby smirks like she’s the best fuck you’ve ever had. The only thing you despise more is how true the statement rings.

Like a rooster before sunrise, you’re not sure what’s louder right now. You or the feathered friend.

“I wanna come, Abby. I-I’m so f-fucking close.” You desperately plead, as you slam yourself on her, using every bit of it to your advantage. There’s nothing more you want, a release to forget it all. The guilt floods your soul but she splits you like the red sea.

Even god could forgive this.

“Then tell me who the best bull rider is and I’ll get you there.”

“I think I’m handling the bull quite nicely. Maybe I’m better than you.”

“How about with a little pressure?” Abby questions before she’s pushing her thumb inside your mouth. A velvet tongue swirls, pulling off with a pop, when your drool glides to your chin.

Intricate, soft and full — there’s harmony in the way she circles your clit. “You’re so much better, god baby, no one has fucked me like this. Ever.”

It’s meant to be a mumble. A thought to be trapped in the forefront of your mind. But it releases out in the wild and she relishes every word. Caging your sinful moans in her lips, a lock only she can break, you come completely undone.

Bucking like a wild horse being broken for the first time, just in time for the show.

“Don’t be shy now, pretty girl, let me hear you. You’re my fucking girl, my pussy to fuck — my cock making this slutty cunt spill.”

Abby keen on being unforgettable, slaps yours ass as she fucks you through the highest of pleasure. Until shakes take over your body as you cling onto her frame.

For a moment, just when you think you’re free, when you’ve given all you have to offer. Abby hasn’t quite had her fill. Laying you out where you’re comfortable, pushing your leg up to your chest, flattening her tongue at the head of the rose, watching as each petal begins to blossom.

“You don’t have to—”

Abby moans your name and wages wars with each stroke of her tongue. The sweetest pussy she’s ever tasted. It reminds of her strawberry syrup, craving for your taste to stain the muscle of her tongue with the cries that shiver in the back of your throat.

Weaving your hands in her golden roots, you push her into where she desires to be, head first into the thick of you accepting home. Flourishing as ever, she calls for you to return home — one you never knew you had to begin with.

A destiny of intervention.

Fuck, she’s practically made for it.

She consumes like a woman starved. As if Abby has thought of nothing else but this moment in weeks. You in her bright red chevy pickup, a long white stripe down the middle, each piece of stainless steel polished to perfection. A gem in her prized possession is a homecoming of some sort, one she forced by the will of her hand.

But she’s always been the greedy type. Dying to eat more than her serving, taking you right off of someone else’s plate.

Never has she been shy to become the sinister succubus lingering in the shadows, praying to exploit the humming tucked in your finely laced panties that lie ripped on the floorboard.

Opening her eyes and looking up to get a glance. You’re right there with her, hanging on her every move. Much to your surprise, she leans forward, chin resting on your soft stomach as you’re petrified.

With fear? With love? Who’s to say what’s worse.

It’s a small saying, one you’ve heard the minute you call this small corner of the world your home — a devotion of the devil marks the sins of a fallen angel — some notion of superiority to keep satanic measures distant from the pure hearted.

There was warning of this selfishness, the sinful heart and how it flourishes at the bottomless pit of dead roses, the light so hard to reach when the devil splits you apart for her pleasure alone.

A bouquet of greed will only bring you closer to her heart. Hands reach for the vines, pulling the petal from stem.

One by one, the immoralities of a fallen angel become righteous discipleship. Abby reaches for your hand and she smooths her fingers over a fluttering cunt. Every exquisite fold that belongs to her, and with a jerk of your hips, you fall into her command.

“You’re gonna call her.” Abby speaks softly, her honey-soaked spills over. When she talks like this, you’ll do anything she asks. “And you’ll try not to moan my name when you talk to her but you know what’s going to happen, darling?”

“What?” A slap to your pussy sends you shaking in desperate despair.

“I’m not stopping until you do.”

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genieswishes · 3 months ago

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okay okay but hear me out right. slow soft sex with saxon who gets super freaked out because he was trying to do his usual thing and then it got real vulnerable all of a sudden and he doesn’t know how to feel about it after….BUT he knows it got vulnerable because he actually felt safe with her and blah blah blah or whatever. i think about him. that man needs to be fucked real gentle and lovingly or something.

anon, I like the way your mind works… I’ve added some plot to this though so bear with me in the first half…

let me be in your life like that ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

cw: obsessive(?) Saxon, established relationship, fluff, p in v (unprotected), “babe” as a pet name, mentions of oral (f! receiving), mentions of cheating (not followed through)

a/n: re-read it and now I have to write rafe & him tag teaming or something... idk the things going on in my head are devious rn. Title inspired by Ariana Grande’s “west side”

Not that SAXON RATLIFF ever thought of himself as the loyal kind, but he’s just been so uninterested in any girl other than you. Well, any one other than you. Understand that he would never admit that he’s a shit boyfriend; in every relationship before this, there was always a point where he’d wake up to realize how little he cared for his current partner. There was a whole twitter “exposé” at one point from one of the sorority girls he dated. Something about how much of a douchebag he was and that “he’s the equivalent to a community bike.” So with that in mind, he can’t help but be confused about his current predicament.

He’s away from you, on some business trip in the Outer Banks to close up a deal with some investors. Really, it’s more like a vacation; hot girls in the most scantily clad bikinis, (other) out of touch nepo babies on their week long vacation trip, and all the great restaurants, of course.

But get this, he can’t get his dick up. Like at all. Every time, he would bring someone back to his room, and bam! He’s got whiskey dick. Not that he could even fall back on that. Half of the time, he wasn’t even drunk. He’s never had this problem before. Rather, the opposite. Always needing another warm body. Always needing someone new. Which is why it’s such a perplexing experience to come to terms that he’s being haunted by you. From his wet dreams to any time he’s getting hard, it’s always about you, you, you.

So, maybe he needs to fuck you out of his system. Have his way with you on his bed, in the bathroom, in his car. And when that doesn’t work out, he figures he needs to go to your place; smell your sheets when he has you pressed into him, use your shampoo when he’s got you in the shower, eat you out as breakfast on your kitchen counter. Just anything to work you out of his head.

He thinks it’s finally working. He’s over at your place again, nose buried in your hair to smell that fresh shampoo as your legs dangle over his shoulders. Y’know, to really ram into your cervix. He swears he’s starting to feel that same sort of boredom he’s gotten with all his past relationships. Suppose that after today, he’ll be done with you and onto the next.

But, he makes a mistake. He kisses you. And it doesn’t feel like those “heat-of-the-moment” kisses. Matter of fact, it’s something much too foreign to him. Your nose is bumping his, and your lips are entirely too soft. How is it that the way he’s fucking you is so savage, but every touch of you makes him confront those weird butterflies in his stomach? How has he never noticed how you scrunch your nose? That you laugh with your whole chest? Or how your smile lines enrich your expression?

“Saxon?” You’ve got lilt to your voice that he can’t bring himself to snap out of. “You good?”

Somehow, you don’t even realize what you’re doing with your eyes.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

“What are you talking about, you weirdo?” God, how is it that even your giggle is infectious?

He rolls his hips slowly, almost experimentally. He catches how you gasp a bit at that, rolling once more at a much slower pace.

“Please, babe, keep doing that.” Your legs are around his waist now, but he’s taking his time rocking back and forth, reveling at how your breath hitches when he circles your bud.

You’re kissing at his shoulders, hand massaging through his hair, and he doesn’t ever want to leave this moment. He whines at how you’re touching him. Soft, high moans that sort of catch you off guard. It makes you feel so good to know he’s enjoying himself though.

He’s kissing the nape of your neck, leaving deep hickeys in his wake. Then he’s at your lips again, gently. As if he’s scared he’s going to break you. As if all the time before he wasn’t going crazy on you.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to…” Saxon is rutting into you now, fingers still on your clit.

“Okay, fuck, don’t pull out…”

“huh?”

“Inside! Just cum inside!”

Your legs are tied around him, and you’re so tight that Saxon couldn’t even pull out if he wanted to. He’s so deep in you that he wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him your Plan B didn’t work out. He figures he would cross that bridge when he gets there.

For now, he’d rather enjoy basking in the heat of the sunlight to cuddle you with.

#saxon ratliff x reader #fem reader #gw: drabble #fanfiction #the white lotus #saxon ratliff #smut #white lotus

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thrasherella · 2 months ago

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Weekend Getaway ‧₊˚⊹

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ synopsis ~ stepdad!Nanami takes you for one of your regular weekend retreats over at his friend Higuruma's house; this time Higuruma's extra needy since you've been busy with work/friends/life and haven't been able to come see him and Nanami has been hogging you all to himself :(

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ featuring ~ nanami x reader, higuruma x reader

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ tags ~ porn with plot, fauxcest, stepdad, mention of 'uncle' but no actual relation, daddy kink, lots of praise, praise kink, cuddles and creampies, non-protected sex, fingering, oral sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, sloppy make-out sessions, age gap, threesome, sharing, exhibitionism, squirting, spitting, cum play, cum eating, domination, free use, generally other fun sexy things~💋

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ a/n ~ back with more of the two hottest overworked and exhausted zaddies in jujutsu kaisen sharing you for their own weekend of pure carnal pleasure~! 🥵 i don't normally write in second person pov soooo hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do~! any constructive feedback/thoughts are welcome 🩷

~ Part Two ~ Animals

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stepdad!Nanami who makes you take your panties off in the car after arriving at his friend Hiromi’s place before you both go inside.

"You know how he gets; I can't have him ripping another expensive pair of your panties right at the start of the weekend...leave those in the glovebox for me to find later sweetheart..." he watches hungrily, those soft hazel eyes all over you as your face flushed a deep pink, slowly hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your boy-shorts and sliding them down along your soft thighs; he couldn’t help but notice they were an absolute soaking mess as you folded them gently and placed them into the glovebox as he asked, dick stirring against his slacks at the thought of smelling you on them later…

stepdad!Nanami who gets out of the car and goes around to your side to help you out, like a true gentleman, however his motives are a little more devious. As he helps you up and out of the car, you hear him give a small gasp and tut, looking down at the passenger seat with a little grin. There was a large, wet puddle from where you had been leaking through your panties the entire ride over here, a thin trail of slick still connecting your now naked cunt to the seat. You felt your cheeks burning even hotter now, but you couldn't help smirking back mischievously; feeling him dripping out of your pussy, making a wet mess all over the seat and your thighs, felt so good...

"Sorry daddy," you mutter, biting at your lower lip. Before you can do anything else, his large hand is at the back of your neck, holding you hard, forcing you to bend over, putting your face dangerously close to the wet seat, like a puppy being disciplined. He steps behind you to block the view of your exposed ass and cunt, a little contented growl escaping his throat at the sight.

"Oh dear, darling what a mess you've made. All over those pretty thighs, and my nice car seat…you better clean it up," he forces you a little closer, and you tentatively lap at the spot, tasting his spunk mixed with you juices and the faux leather of the seat; truth be told not the worst thing you’ve ever tasted…

“Fhuuck; wish I could fuck you right here, that’s so hot…” you hear him mutter, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he growls again, his dick now throbbing with mounting need.

God how badly you want the same thing…

…

stepdad!Nanami's friend Hiromi Higuruma, who you've always called your uncle since your introduction a few years ago, was a perfect gentleman as he answered the door, smiling brightly as he hugged Kento and stepped aside to allow you both into the entryway.

uncle!Higuruma became a perfect freak as soon as the door swung shut behind you, however, backing you up against the hard surface as his lips pressed against yours, that handsome nose bumping playfully against you. He gave a low hum, his tongue already begging for entrance to your mouth, which you eagerly gave. He taste like sweet coffee and mint, his tongue exploring you hungrily, one hand buried in the hair at the back of your head, tugging softly. Fire danced between your legs as that familiar knot in your core began to tighten, sparks flying along your spine as he completely took over in a matter of seconds.

"Missed you," he sighed into your mouth, his free hand wandering underneath the hem of your dress, heat erupting in his lower abdomen as his fingers found your bare, dripping cunt. He was restless, frantic; fingers teasing your puffy clit, drawing sharp breaths and moaning from you, Higuruma smirking against your mouth knowing you were helpless beneath him.

"So wet," he groaned, still sloppily tasting you, tongue slipping against yours wetly as he finally sinks one long finger into your velvety folds, again moaning against your lips as you clench tightly around him, Nanami's cum leaking out and all over his hand, dripping down as far as his silver watchband. In contrast to his previously fervent movements, he worked his finger slowly inside you, making your breath hitch. He was curiously pressing and prodding different spots, remembering which ones caused you to make those sweet little erotic sounds against his lips and into his mouth so that he could make you do it over and over…

“Fuck Hiromi, are you gunna take her against your front door like a fucking animal, or are you gunna come over here and share already?” Nanami's voice suddenly interjected, your eyes snapping open, trying to focus through this sweet haze clouding your senses. He was standing close by, just out of the entryway, palming his hardened dick through tented slacks, smirking at both of you. You felt your cheeks grow hot; how long had Higuruma been fingering you for…? You can’t help but notice the growing wet stain on the front of your stepdad’s tan pants as he rubbed himself almost absent-mindedly, hazel eyes fixed on your messy cunt.

“Fuck I ain’t sharin’,” Higuruma muttered, pulling the digit from your tight folds; you’re unable to stop the little whimper of loss, but then he raises it to your swollen lips and pushes it in, making you taste the mixture of his skin, your own juices, and your stepdad's climax. He gives a low hum when you moan against his finger at the intrusion, sucking him softly, feeling his cock throbbing in time with the movements of your mouth. “Besides, she loves this, fuckin’ little exhibitionist; she loooves knowing that the whole street could hear her if she’s not quiet…”

He wasn’t wrong.

He was now hurriedly undoing his belt and pants, pushing them down his thighs just enough so that his cock could stand free, tip blushing darkly, leaking all over himself. He grabbed at your hips, pressing you harder against the door, almost frantically guiding himself to your entrance and roughly thrusting in, groaning above you as he immediately began rutting into you like a dog in heat, the mixture of his precum, your slick, and Nanami's earlier orgasm coating his length as he hilted you over and over.

You gasp and sigh into his neck, holding onto his shoulders as he fucks you right there against the front door, his dick already bullying your cervix as he pounded into you; he wasn't quite as thick as Nanami, but he was a little longer, and you felt equally stuffed when he bottomed out in you; you could swear you saw your stomach bulging as he filled you completely.

"Missed you, missed you," he repeated, his words mumbling, using the long bridge of his nose to force your chin upward so that he could press soft, wet kisses against your neck and jaw. "God; fuck your pussy feels so fuckin' goodohmyGod..." your legs were shaking, Higuruma holding you up for support, his hot breath against your neck making your pussy throb around him.

"It's been three weeks," Nanami chuckled softly, and you briefly get a peek of him grinding himself into his fist, his gaze focused on how perfectly your tits bounced with each of Hiromi's thrusts.

"Three too many," Hiromi whines as his hips snap into yours and you can feel him trembling, already losing what little control he had. "Ahh, hah, fuck, I'm sorry doll, I can't help it, gunna--" he couldn't even get the words out before he was spilling into you, hips stuttering as he groaned. You can’t help your eyes rolling back as you feel him twitching and squirting inside of you, painting you white, your cunt clenching and gushing around him as your own hips seemed to lose control as you thrust yourself onto him, joining him in climax.

As your movements eventually slowed, he slumped against you slightly, pulling you into a tight hug which you returned, wrapping your arms around him, breathing him in. Fhuuuck you could never quite place the smell of his cologne, but the way it mingled with his own natural scent always went straight to your groin, your cunt suddenly gripping his softening member, making him moan lightly, pressing his lips against your temple.

“Give me a minute doll; fuck three weeks, you’re not allowed to do that again…when’s your lease up? You’re moving in with me…” he was rambling breathlessly, and you couldn’t help but giggle; you knew he was absolutely serious, this wasn’t the first time he had asked (more insisted) that you come live with him, but Nanami would be wildly jealous; he’d already discussed this with you at length, which is why he continued to pay the rent for your apartment.

“She moves in with you and I’ll never get to see her again, or you either for that matter Hiromi,” you could hear Nanami saying, his voice sounding a little blunt. “You two’ll be fucking on every single surface in here every chance you get…”

Higuruma snorted. “Like we’re not already…?”

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joonberriess · 2 years ago

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⊹₊ ⋆ “love it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,”

TAGS — squat-riding!oc, porn without plot, messy sex, slight degradation, dirty talkin, creampies, oc is a nasty pretty thing, she’s cute, jk is pussy-whipped here, oc rides him so good she has him MOANING out loud, blasphemy(?) idk jk is a little devious, oc as a cute coquette and jk as her hot grunge bf, mentions of cum eating

WORD COUNT — 1.9 k

Jungkook knew he was fucked the moment that soft “Jungkookie” left your lips, you were all he could think about for days.

Could anyone blame him though? Even as he sat behind you with his large hands massaging over your soft feet, he still couldn’t believe he had gotten this lucky. “You’re so quiet.” You softly hum while tossing him a look over your shoulder, “Somethin’ wrong?” You purse your glossy lips in a soft pout.

“Nothing baby.” Jungkook gently squeezed your delicate calf, “Just lost in thought I guess.” He shrugs.

You stare at him for a few moments before pausing whatever was playing on your laptop, you turn on all fours and crawl towards him, “Tell me,” you stop in front of him—knees on either side and your face inches away from his, “I wanna hear it.” You softly say while eyeing his lips and chains appreciatively.

Jungkook admires your own dangling necklace with a tiny gold cross hanging so innocently. He licks his lips and sits up, “Do you? Or are you just saying that so you can distract me,” he chuckles breathily, “greedy little thing you are. Can’t even go one second without trying something.” He squeezes your cherub cheek gently.

You playfully pout and tilt your head, “I just wanted an excuse to say I’ll make you feel better,” you gently sway your hips side to side, watching with a tiny grin as Jungkook’s eyes follow your soft round cheeks sitting so perfectly in your pink silk shorts, “unless you don’t wanna..?” You softly breathe out.

Jungkook runs his tongue over his lip as he stares back at you with hooded eyes, “Don’t wanna what, hm?” He’s fucking with you of course, he just wants to hear it come out your mouth.

“Lemme ride it,” you innocently say, “don’t you wanna make it nasty and messy until your cum’s drippin’ out?” You purr softly while leaning in to kiss his cheek and then his jawline, inching upwards towards his ear, “ ‘m so wet for you Jungkookie, feel me,” you whisper while guiding his tattooed hand towards your shorts, exhaling shakily in excitement as he dips his fingers into your panties and slots them right up against your sticky pussy lips.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, letting you latch on to his neck as you marked him up like this was the last time you were going to see him, “You little fucking minx,” he grunts, “greedy little pussy can’t go one day without a fuckin’, baby’s so desperate for cock aren’t you?” He grabs your chin and forces you to face him, “Hm?”

You nod with a tiny ‘mm-hm’, “Always want you, can’t help that you fill my pussy so good… Always leaves me drippin’ n wanting more.” You softly say against his lips while grinding against his fingers, “ ‘s not my fault you made me like this.” You bat your pretty lashes at him and purse your lips.

Jungkook curses under his breath and meanly pinches your clit, “Then get to it since you wanna act like a little bitch in heat,” he pulls his hand out and lands a hard smack across your ass. You moan softly and eagerly clamber on to his lap, he attacks your neck in a flurry of kisses while wildly sucking over your soft skin, “so fucking soft,” he mutters, “there you go baby, go ‘head and take my cock out, wanna watch you ride it like the filthy little slut you are.” He whispers low.

You tilt your head and press your lips to his, your hand makes quick work of pushing his boxers down his thighs until they sit under his balls. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cockhead leaking precum, some of it dribbles down his shaft leaving a clear trail of pearly white on his cock.

“Can I..?” You ask ever so politely while begging him with those puppy eyes and your lip between your teeth.

Jungkook swallows harshly and nods, “Go on, not gonna ride itself.” He guides you over his cock, shoving your silk shorts out of the way and yanking your panties to the side with two fingers.

You bite your lip and position your sopping cunt over the head, sliding him through the sticky mess between your soft folds. There’s low squelching as you slide his cock over your sensitive clit and down to your winking hole. A low moan slips from your lips as your pussy hugs the tip, pink rim stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Your lips part in a ‘o’ after seating yourself firmly on his lap.

Jungkook huffs under his breath and lies back all the way while watching you with hooded eyes, “Not too loud baby,” he murmurs, “nice and slow—fuck, hear that, ‘s your little pussy dripping for me.” He lazily grins while throwing his arm behind his head, watching the way you rolled your hips in slow lazy circles.

“Mm.. ‘s not enough,” you quietly whisper while placing your hands over his abdomen, “can I? Pretty please, promise I’ll make it so good for you if you’ll let me,” you moan while rolling your head back, “ride it just the way you like Jungkookie.” You smile.

Jungkook bites down on his lip and holds back a loud groan, he can’t focus with the way you ride his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut on his dick. Your pussy hugs him just right as it drags over his sensitive cock, massaging his swollen shaft with the right amount of pressure and grip.

His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a muffled moan, “Fuck—yes baby, like that,” he grips your ass cheeks with both hands and moves you back and forth on his cock sensually, “feels so fuckin’ hot around me—nice n wet too.” He pants softly as massages both cheeks before smacking his hands against them.

You bite your lip—half-giggling, half-moaning—and move from his grip to bounce back on his cock a few times. Jungkook moans out and tosses his head back into the pillows, “Shit, like that—keep going.” You reach behind you to place your hands over his while you drag your pussy over his cock repeatedly, riding up to the tip before slamming back down.

Jungkook’s the one moaning and panting under his breath now, occasionally tiny little whimpers leave you but it’s nothing compared to Jungkook who looks like he’s getting the ride of his life. You slide your hips up slowly and then let your ass fall back on to his lap, your bubbly flesh rippling as they slap against his thighs. There’s a faint slick noise in the background as your pussy leaks over his fat cock, your creamy white slick dribbling down his shaft and to his balls.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out softly and pry his hands off your ass, he makes a wounded noise like it pains him to not be holding your ass. He lifts his head to look at you as if asking why, only to let out a long moan as his head slumps back, “Want you to fill me up,” you pout while placing your hands over his chest, knees knocked apart as you raised your hips, “want all of it in my pussy Jungkookie, promise I’ll clean my mess up,” your hips start moving sensually, you purposely clenched for that extra effect.

The bed rocked quietly under the weight of you two, it was accompanied by the dull thumping of your headboard knocking into the wall. To make things worse, your pussy was making these delicious little wet noises as his cock emerged with streaks of white creamy slick. He could see a white ring of slick form around the base of his shaft getting pushed back into your pussy and then coming right back down on his cock.

It was a fucking miracle your parents hadn’t come up to see what all the commotion was about. “Yeah?” He pants breathlessly, “Gonna be a good little cum dump and keep my cum warm in your sloppy little pussy?” He opens his eyes to look down at where your pussy meets his cock. You weren’t lying about making it messy..

“Mm-hm,” you moan, “promise. Not a drop ‘s gonna waste.” You huff and slam your hips down, rocking together before repeating the same thing over again. His cock hit that spot that drove you wild just right, and not wanting to lose the angle you kept fucking yourself back on him just greedily chasing the pleasure.

His eyes caught on to the dangling cross in his face, he watched it swing back and forth so innocently. Jungkook let out a poorly suppressed groan and looked up at your blissed out face in awe. You never failed to look so fucking pretty even in the throes of pleasure/sex. He’d for sure have a picture of you like this in his wallet or some shit.

“ ‘m gonna,” you quietly whine, “ ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper out while bouncing faster, “please, can I?”

Jungkook hisses as he slows you down, “Can you hold it in for me baby? ‘m so close too,” he whispers breathlessly while panting. He sees you give the tiniest of nods before he pulls you down so you’re lying over him, “Good girl,” he grits his teeth and begins plowing you from below, “good fucking girl.” He growls.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you hide your face in his neck, toes curling as he pounds his cock over and over again into your (already) sore pussy. “More, more, more,” you whine out while spreading your thighs apart a bit more.

Jungkook slaps his hips upwards as quickly as he can manage, his balls slap harshly against your ass as the sounds of skin on skin fill the bedroom along with your panting and breathing moans. He buries his face in your shoulder and bites down, not hard enough to bleed but enough for it to mark. His cock throbs and spurts of cum begin flooding your messy little cunt.

He doesn’t think he’s cum this hard ever since the night you both first started having sex.

You had let Jungkook take your virginity in the back of his pick-up truck, bent over with your bruised knees knocking into eachother while he fucked you like a man possessed from behind. Your poor little pussy was so swollen from the rough treatment, the pain and pleasure ended up becoming one and all you could do was beg for more while drool slipped from the corner of your lips. At a particular thrust Jungkook sent you squealing as you stood on your tippy toes, your pretty white sneakers contrasting Jungkook’s black boots as you whimpered and tangled your legs with his.

Jungkook’s mind blanks out as he reaches down to rub furious circles on your sensitive bud, he has you squirming in his lap as you clench down tightly before a low whine of his name escapes your lips. You both slump into each other until you roll off him and on to the bed next to him, “That was–”

“I know,” he replies, swallowing harshly, “you think they heard?” He turns to look at you.

You stare back with a dreamy look in your eye, “Dunno,” you shrug cutely before rolling over to climb over him, “but I feel empty,” you softly say and guide his semi-hard cock towards your pussy, “what? Gotta keep it in somehow.” You motion to your dripping cunt, you hiss in sensitivity before laying down on him, “So what are we eating?” You tilt your head with a cheeky smile.

Jungkook laughs breathlessly, “You’re seriously thinking about food?”

“Not me, I know what I’m eating.” You lick your lips deviously, giggling when you hear Jungkook moan in protest as his cock weakly twitches.

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theladysunami · 2 months ago

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My latest SVSSS LesBingqiu idea: A harem drama where both Shen Qingqiu and Binghe are members of the same imperial harem!

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The original Shen Qingqiu, Shen Jiu, was a high ranking concubine —though more due to her family’s status and her own political machinations then actual favor— while Luo Binghe was one of the lowest ranked concubines. Jealous of Binghe’s (comparative) youth and beauty, Shen Jiu constantly tried to ruin poor Binghe’s reputation, and make her life utterly miserable.

Unfortunately for Shen Jiu, her efforts only managed to encourage the originally pure and virtuous Binghe to become more cunning and pragmatic herself, as she gained allies and thwarted Shen Jiu's devious plots. Eventually Binghe even learned she had a secret royal linage of her own, and gained a large array of forces from her father's subjugated kingdom that were completely loyal to her!

When Shen Jiu's final poisoning attempt went awry, their emperor husband, Liu Qingge, was condemned to a slow and painful death. (Binghe used her knowledge and connections to slow the poison and delay the inevitable, but unfortunately his fate was sealed.) Luo Binghe then revealed Shen Qingqiu's treachery, and convinced Liu Qingge to make her his empress before it was too late. Shen Qingqiu and her entire family were condemned to death, while Luo Binghe became the first Empress Regent, ruling her soon dead beloved's empire with a cold heart and an iron fist.

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Naturally when Shen Yuan transmigrates as Shen Qingqiu, she turns things around entirely, and does her utmost to spoil and dote upon her precious 'Bingmei'. More than anything, Shen Yuan wants to thwart the tragic ending of the original story, and help Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge fall in love and rule the empire together instead! (The original ending was just too sad!)

Somehow though, things don't go at all the way Shen Qingqiu expected. Sure Luo Binghe's courtly manners and political skills are improving by leaps and bounds with Shen Qingqiu's help, but instead of getting closer to their lord husband... it almost seems like Binghe is feuding with him.

While Luo Binghe orchestrating interruptions any time Shen Qingqiu is alone with Liu Qingge makes perfect sense —they are technically still rivals for the position of empress and all— it's strange how Binghe doesn't seem keen on spending any of her own time with him either!

It's also great that Luo Binghe is so dedicated to learning martial arts, since that's an interest she and Liu Qingge can share (and there was that tidbit about female martial artists being commonplace in her father's kingdom)... but does it have to involve challenging the emperor to quite so many duels? And why does she actually look like she wants to kill him???

Unbeknownst to Shen Qingqiu, Binghe is in fact 'blackening' at record speed, not because she's being mistreated, but because she's determined to conquer the kingdom and get rid of Liu Qingge just so she can marry Shen Qingqiu herself!

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More Plot and Character Details Below!

Shen Qingqiu (Shen Jiu): Current Highest Ranking Concubine of the imperial harem. She was born the ninth daughter (and only living di-child) of a preeminent noble household struggling from financial strain and a frustrating lack of living sons. Her mother despised her, and her father neglected her, thanks to her ‘failure’ to be the son they so desperately hoped for.

Despite her protests, she was previously betrothed to the low ranked but very wealthy Qiu Jiangluo. His horrific death (perhaps soon followed by that of a second betrothed, Wu Yanzi) made future prospective husbands wary of marrying Shen Qingqiu, but she successfully managed to secure herself a place in the imperial palace despite this.

Qiu Jiangluo: A cruel man with many shady business dealings, who hoped to lay claim to the Shen patriarch’s title after marrying Shen Jiu. (He might even have been partially responsible for orchestrating the Shen clan’s financial woes.)

When he discovered Shen Jiu’s efforts to make better arrangements for herself, Qiu Jiangluo attempted to force the issue by forcing himself on her. Shen Jiu thwarted his attempt and retaliated by killing him and any potential witnesses, before burning down the Qiu manor.

Yue Qingyuan (Yue Qi): Head Eunuch and Protector of the imperial harem. He is the illegitimate seventh child of a moderately powerful noble, who was reluctantly brought into his father’s house. After falling in love with Shen Jiu, he tried to gain a status that would make him worthy of marrying her through military accomplishments.

Yue Qingyuan ended up being instrumental in the defeat of the Mo kingdom’s ruler, Tianlang Jun. Unfortunately for him, his older brothers were wary of being surpassed, and manipulated the former emperor into “gifting” him the head eunuch position, thwarting his marriage prospects entirely.

Liu Qingqiu: Emperor and only di-son of the previous emperor Liu. He’s a skilled fighter and general, but hates politics, so he leaves most of the empire’s management up to his mother, Dowager Empress Qi Qingqiu.

He is ‘aggressively’ demisexual, which makes him quite uncomfortable around most of the women in his harem, due to their expectations of him. He only visits his concubines out of duty, and never slept with any of them more than once —on their respective wedding days— assuming he didn’t avoid sleeping with them entirely.

His life would be so much easier if Shen Yuan’s didn’t transmigrate in and accidentally steal his heart. He really doesn’t know how to handle his sudden desires.

Qi Qingqi: Dowager Empress and true ruler of the empire. She’s well aware of her son’s distaste for politicking, so she has drilled it into his head he must choose an empress who can take over those duties herself.

Qi Qingqi is the reason the original Shen Qingqiu retained her high position in the harem for so long, since although Liu Qingge disliked Shen Qingqiu personally, he knew her political and strategic skills were unmatched.

Liu Mingyan: Liu Qingge’s younger sister, and the First Princess. Both Liu Qingge and Qi Qingqi find it rather unfortunate the previous emperor was too traditional to name her Crown Princess, as she’s probably more suited to the role of ruler than her brother.

In the original work, she became Luo Binghe’s best friend and one of her closest allies while they worked together to uncover Shen Qingqiu’s schemes. She is possibly betrothed to Gongyi Xiao (whom Shen Yuan nicknamed ‘the Male Binghe’), but is secretly in love with her brother’s foreign concubine, Sha Hualing.

Ning Yingying: Personal Attendant to Shen Qingqiu. Ning Yingying is a sweet girl, and quite fond of Luo Binghe despite the reprimands of her original mistress.

In the original novel, Ning Yingying’s fumbling attempts to help were often an accidental source of misery for Luo Binghe. For example, she would give Binghe gifts only for Shen Qingqiu to later claim they were stolen.

Ming Fan: Either a more vicious attendant of Shen Qingqiu, or a young eunuch completely dedicated to following her orders. Regardless of the specifics, (s)he was very cruel to Binghe in the original work, bullying her even when not ordered to by Shen Qingqiu.

Luo Binghe: Newest and Lowest Ranked Concubine in the imperial harem. While she doesn’t know the details, she was told her birth mother was involved in some sort of horrific scandal, so she was shipped off to be raised by her maternal cousins. The family that raised her treated her more as a servant than a family member, and she was left mostly in the care of the family’s washerwoman.

Once she was of age, her ‘adoptive’ family saw an opportunity in her beauty and talents, and had her installed as a low ranked concubine in the imperial harem, purely to elevate their family’s own status.

(Alternatively, she was originally sent to be a servant of Shen Qingqiu, but her mistress hated her. To help Binghe avoid a ruined reputation after one of Shen Qingqiu’s cruel setups, Liu Qingge made her one of his concubines.)

Luo Binghe is actually the secret daughter of the disgraced noble Su Xiyan and the Mo Kingdom’s former ruler, Tianlang Jun.

Su Xiyan: A non-traditional noble daughter of the Su clan, who was more fond of the gentlemanly arts of swordsmanship, archery, and equestrianism, than any of those considered more suited to women.

As the Mo Kingdom has a long history of skilled female martial artists, Tianlang Jun was the only one of her suitors unbothered by her interests, and with no wish to stifle them. The Su family was happy their daughter found a man who appreciated her as she was, so despite the tense relationship between the Mo Kingdom and the central planes the two were swiftly married.

Less than a year into their marriage the Su family was framed for treason, and the entire clan was sentenced to death. This provoked a vicious war between the Mo Kingdom and the central planes, which resulted in Tianlang Jun’s death in battle.

After a difficult birth, and with enemies at the gate, the recently widowed Su Xian sent her newborn child away with a trusted midwife to be cared for by distant relations. With Su Xian’s own death, Luo Binghe’s fate as an orphan was sealed.

Tianlang Jun: The last king of the Mo Kingdom. He was incredibly fond of the literature and plays of the central planes, and so secretly visited the cities bordering his own kingdom quite frequently. As the largest of those cities was under the protection of the Su clan, naturally he and Su Xiyan often met one another there. Despite the escalating tensions between the Mo kingdom and the central planes, he happily took Su Xiyan as his queen and only wife.

Unfortunately, the arrest and deaths of Su Xiyan’s relatives happened before his first child was born, instigating a war between the Mo Kingdom and the central planes. In the fighting that resulted, Tianlang Jun was ultimately killed, with his beloved wife following not long after.

Huan Zhuhua (Old Palace Master): The Minister of Finance. He’s a nasty individual who would rather break his own “toys” than see them in the possession of someone else. His long standing hatred for the “barbaric” Mo Kingdom only worsened when his beloved Su Xiyan married Tianlang Jun rather than himself.

He framed the Su family for treason, making it appear as though they were conspiring with the Mo Kingdom to rebel and take over the central planes. Thousands of lives were lost in the war that resulted, while the Huan family managed to profit greatly from the spoils.

Huan Lihua (Little Palace Mistress): A Fairly High Ranking Concubine. She despises Shen Qingqiu for both her higher position and for constantly outwitting her attempts to advance. The original Luo Binghe successfully charmed her way into Huan Lihua’s favor with flattery and false reverence.

Sha Hualing: The ‘Foreign’ Concubine. Sha Hualing’s parents were nobility in the former Mo Kingdom, so after Liu Qingge took the throne, she was made a concubine as a gesture of good will towards the remaining Mo citizenry. In the original work, after Luo Binghe uncovered her own secret origins, Sha Hualing became her most loyal female underling.

Qin Wanyue: A Mid Ranked Concubine, along with her sister Qin Wanrong. She and her sister were Binghe’s first friends among her fellow concubines in the original work. However, many perceptive readers were able to recognize that Qin Wanyue’s friendliness was mostly out of a desire to earn Binghe’s trust, then use her skills and intelligence to aid in her own advancement.

Qiu Haitang: A Mid-to-Low Ranked Concubine with a serious grudge against Shen Qingqiu. She (correctly) blames Shen Qingqiu for her brother’s death, but willfully refuses to acknowledge her brother’s obvious predatory behavior or how strange it was for Shen Qingqiu to somehow end up alone with her brother in their manor in the middle of the night.

Prior to her brother’s death, she had a very rosy view of her brother and Shen Qingqiu’s relationship, somehow believing them to be genuinely in love. She also latched onto Shen Qingqiu as an older sister figure, and did her absolute best to emulate her.

Mobei Jun: A Mo Kingdom noble who eventually revealed Luo Binghe’s secret origins to her in the original book. He became her most loyal male underling, and once she took over as Regent Empress, he was her personal bodyguard and enforcer.

Shang Qinghua: The Minister of Works, and a Mo Kingdom spy. He had a very minor role in the original work, mostly there to take bribes, organize clandestine meetings, and act cowardly. (Really he was just Airplane’s self insert, there to fawn over his ideal man.)

Wei Qingwei: The Minister of Defense. He is Liu Qingge’s closest friend, and former favorite sparring partner (before Lou Binghe became skilled enough to match him).

Mu Qingfang: The Head Imperial physician who really wishes everyone would stop poisoning one another for five damn minutes. *sigh*

Shen Yuan (Original Life): In his past life, Shen Yuan identified as a straight male. If anyone were to actually succeeded in dragging him out of his cis-heteronormative mindset though (a tall order) he might have admitted his gender was more along the lines of “whatever”/“anything’s fine” while his sexuality was some shade of gray ace/demisexual.

Despite his own obliviousness, he was somehow a magnet for other queer folk. Of his few male friends, most were infatuated with him, while every ‘girl’ he ever dated either came out or discovered their queer identity soon afterwards. (Shang Qinghua was possibly one such ‘victim’).

As Shen Qingqiu, Shen Yuan fully identifies as a woman, and hasn’t put much thought into how easily she took on her new role. It’s only once she finally recognizes Binghe’s attraction towards her that she really considers her previous straight male status, concluding it’s somehow responsible for confusing the poor girl.

(The original Binghe also had a great many highly charged homoerotic interactions with her female peers, but Shen Yuan alternately didn’t notice, or just waved it off as blatant pandering towards the growing male audience.)

Shen Yuan started reading the harem drama at the behest of his younger sister, but ended up far more invested in novel than she ever was. Luo Binghe was his absolute favorite (though not in a creepy way, unlike some other male fans. Ugh.)

Shang Qinghua (Original Life): In his original life, he was a trans man, and the son of divorced parents who weren’t very supportive of his literary ambitions or his gender. He ended up pouring a lot of his feelings towards his gender, his sexuality, and his family life into his work.

He remembers commenter ‘Peerless Cucumber’ quite fondly, as the guy was quick to lambast any and all fan service moments, calling Airplane out as a creepy male author tainting was was clearly meant to be a feminist power fantasy. (✈️: “Thanks for the affirmation bro!” 🥒: “What the f ck are you talking about?!”)

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The BingLiuShen Ending:

In one possible ending, after most of the court drama has been resolved, and all the hidden plots uncovered, Luo Binghe finally decides Liu Qingge is dedicated enough to Shen Qingqiu to be a passible father for both their children. (If Shen Qingqiu didn’t like children so much, or Luo Binghe could somehow father their children herself, things might be different, but some things just can’t be helped.) Shen Qingqiu is a bit puzzled by the combative nature of the Bingliu branch of their little love triangle, but decides as long as they’re both happy it doesn’t really matter.

Shen Qingqiu becomes Liu Qingge’s official Empress, while Luo Binghe gains the titles of ‘Royal Consort’ and ‘Queen Governor of the Mo Lands’, as a tacit apology for the previous emperor being taken in by Huan Zhuhua’s scheming.

Under the pen name Liusu Mianhua, Liu Mingyan publishes a very dramatized version of events in which Luo Binghe’s proxy is a male demon lord, Liu Qingge’s is an immortal war god, and Shen Qingqiu’s is a heavenly maiden tragically torn between her love for them both.

As it’s Liu Mingyan writing it, naturally the Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge’s proxies end up doing quite a bit of hate screwing while competing for their beloved’s hand in marriage. To Liu Qingge’s horror, and Luo Binghe’s delight, the Luo Binghe proxy is the gong. (😈: “It’s not like we haven’t done it that way before.” ⚔️: “Shut up!”)

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Other Random Details:

Luo Binghe originally called Shen Qingqiu ‘Qing-jie’ in private, but Shen Qingqiu felt this was a bit awkward with the number of Qing’s around, so asked her to use ‘Yuan-jie’ instead. (Most of the other concubines refer to her as Shen-jie).

The deadly poison that killed Liu Qingge in the original story was a Mo Kingdom poison appropriately called Without-a-Cure. (Liu Qingge gets to be the one poisoned by it for once!) Young Mo Kingdom nobles were typically given an incredibly dilute and less fatal variation of this poison, along with another herbal concoction, for immunity purposes (their own flavor of mithridatism). Unfortunately, having received a full dose of the nastiest variant as a full grown adult, Liu Qingge’s life could only be extended by slowing the poison’s progression.

After Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua discover their shared transmigration status, Shang Qinghua offers to call Shen Qingqiu ‘Peerless Melons’ or ‘Melon-jie’ in deference to her new form. He gets a fan beating in response. Probably for the best really, since he doesn’t want Bing-jie to murder him for noticing her beloved’s ‘melons.’

As a possible plot twist, maybe Tianlang Jun didn’t die during the war after all, but was dragged off to some secluded mountain temple by his nephew instead, where he has been slowly recovering from his grievous injuries. After leaving said mountain, he ends up being a big fan of Liusu Mianhua’s work.

#BingLiuShen #LesBingqiu #Bingqiu #Luo Binghe #Shen Qingqiu #Liu Qingge #SVSSS #SVSSS Idea #Story Idea

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muzansfangs · 2 years ago

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You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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terriblyrenderedenigma · 8 months ago

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On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...

(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)

Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.

But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.

Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.

Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.

This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.

Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.

Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.

Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.

(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)

And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.

There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.

(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)

But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.

Okay, CIAOOOOOO~

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scratchandfriends · 3 months ago

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Second Chances (+18)

Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav

WC: 3300

Synopsis: You stand up for yourself and end things with Astarion after finding out they aren't what you think they are. To his dismay, he might have really fucked up on this one... so he pleads for you back.

TW: ITS A LOT OF PLOT WITH SOME PORN! unprotected sex, complicated relationship, ANGST, p in v sex, oral fem receiving, creampies, pet names, dirty talk, yadda yadda yadda...

— —

You thought you and Astarion were an item.

Lingering glances, sheepish smiles, a grip a bit too tight when he was pulling you out of the way of a trap, the way he would sometimes fall asleep next to you after feeding from your neck…

Oh, and the sex.

You had given your body to him each time he asked. It had only been twice, but you were excited and willing both instances. You thoroughly enjoyed the physical intimacy you shared, but there was no discussion on the status of your relationship. This didn’t bother you, of course, because the whole mindflayer-inside-your-brain situation was still front and center.

But you thought things were going somewhere… and clearly you were incorrect.

** At the Last Light Inn **

You couldn’t fall asleep so you thought you’d head down to the bar for a nightcap.

You slip your trousers back on and messily tuck your sleeping tunic in to the waistband before heading out of your rented room and padding down the stairs in stocking feet. Before your rounded the wooden post at the bottom of the staircase, you hear the familiar devious giggle of your vampire lover. You stop in your tracks and can’t help but eavesdrop…

“Astarion, shouldn’t you be turning in soon? Your little… what was it? Treat? Made her way to bed ages ago. A shame to miss a good thing waiting for you…” Gale comments to the pale elf sitting next to him at the bar.

“Oh stop. She’s just a bit of fun.” Astarion says with a smirk and a laugh. “She’ll be just as ready tomorrow if I don’t make it tonight. I’m not worried if she’s left waiting.”

The vampire takes another long drink from his wine glass.

Tears welled up in your eyes.

Why?

It’s not like either of you had said you were together… so why were you upset?

You sniffle and blink back the wetness threatening to spill down your cheeks. You slip quickly towards the opposite corner of the bar and help yourself to a bottle of wine. You examine the label first, rolling it in your palms. You look for a vintage year.

“Oh, who gives a shit.” You say exasperatedly before ripping the cork out with your teeth.

You grab a glass from the shelves above you and pour a heavy cup of red wine. You round the bar, glass in one hand and bottle in the other, and settle yourself on a barstool. You try to block out the memory of Astarion dismissing your relationship by taking several gulps of wine. You wince a bit but pour yourself another cup once it’s empty.

“Slow down, soldier, we still have a long way ahead of us tomorrow!” A booming voice comes from behind you.

*whack*

Karlach claps her huge hand on your shoulder with far more force than she intended. Just recently being able to touch others for the first time in years, she was still getting used to her own strength with friends.

You stutter and cough as you choke on a mouthful of wine.

“Oof, sorry friend.” Karlach chuckles. “Didn’t mean to scare you!”

“I’m fine, Karlach.” You say with a fake smile. “Just need a drink before headed to bed.”

“Alright, I won’t stop you, fearless leader! Just don’t expect me to hold your hair back if you’re hungover tomorrow!” Karlach laughs before heading off to her own stateroom.

You sigh and bring the very full cup of wine to your lips.

You take a gulp and close your eyes. The warmth from the first drink was starting to spread through your body and you hum in content. You take another sip.

“I thought you had retired, darling…” A smooth, familiar voice purred in your ear.

You open your eyes. Astarion was sidling up to the barstool next to yours. You didn’t even hear him approach.

“Hmm…” You mused and turned your head away from his entirely. “Interesting coming from someone who isn’t worried if I’m left waiting.”

Silence.

You turn back to finally look at him, seated next to you at the bar. What was that look in his eyes? You had never seen him caught unawares before, so this expression was new to you.

“Just a bit of fun, hey?” You say with venom in your words, cocking your head.

Silence.

“Nothing to say now.” You say before turning to face forward again and take another sip of wine.

“What do you want me to say?” Astarion asks, desperately trying to keep up his casual facade. “What about what we have going on said ‘loving couple’ to you?” He says with a sneer. “We could die tomorrow, dear, you can’t be mad at me for that.”

You huff out a tired laugh.

You take another drink.

“No, no I’m not mad at you.” You give a soft smile, blinking back tears still. “I’m mad at myself for thinking you could care about someone. I shouldn’t have assumed we had anything special. I was just another means to your ends. I won’t be making that mistake again.” You grab the bottle off the bar top and hop off the stool, ready to return to your room.

“Tav…” Astarion starts as you walk away.

“I’m not your toy, Astarion.” You call as you turn around and begin to walk backwards, facing him still seated at the bar. “I’ll still let you feed from me, but that’s where our physicality ends. Hope you can understand.” You shoot him two middle fingers with a mean, fake smile before turning back around and heading up to your room.

— —

Weeks had gone by.

Ketheric had been defeated and the Shadow Curse had been lifted. You had finally made your way into Baldur’s Gate, your home. You had barely spoken to Astarion in weeks, other than polite conversation amongst the group. You were avoiding him entirely. He caught you trying to lockpick a chest yourself, stumbling upon you after hearing your shouts of frustration. You called on him for nothing, making sure your tent was set up as far away from his as possible.

Astarion hated it. He hated every second of it.

He hated that you had been right before… you were just a plaything for him to manipulate at the time but now… now things were different. Perhaps things had always been different, but Astarion couldn’t recognize it then.

The way the sun glinted off your teeth when you smiled…

The way you always volunteered to show off your (albeit terrible) Celtic dance every time the party broke into the wine reserves…

The way you stopped to pet every single cat you saw on the road…

Why were you so different?

When you removed yourself from him, Astarion’s demeanor shifted immediately. He was on edge, tense. He couldn’t focus on the task at hand, he was too worried about what you were thinking of him. He yearned for your touch. He shouldn't care… he told himself he wouldn’t care… but he found himself feelings thing he hadn’t felt before. Even your feeding sessions had changed. You had banned him from your neck and insisted he drinks only from your wrist as you busied yourself with a book or journal in your other hand. Immediately upon having his fill each time you waved him away… and it hurt him.

— —

You had rented the suite in Elfsong Tavern for your party as you sorted out the plans ahead of you. You sat on the plush featherbed combing out your long hair after a hot bath. The scent of lavender oil thickly permeated the air as you hummed a soft tune to yourself, getting ready to turn in for the evening. Just as you were finally thoroughly relaxed, you hear a knock at the door of your room.

You sigh.

You already knew who it was. Only one person sought you out at this hour, and for one reason.

“Come in.” You call out.

As expected, Astarion slinks through the wooden doorframe and closes the door shut behind him. He might have locked it, you weren’t sure… his hands were too fast.

“I hoped you were still- oh.” Astarion stops in his paces as he lays his eyes on you.

You were wearing a new night dress you had picked up at the fancy-dress shop in the lower city. You thought it was frivolous, but with Shadowheart’s urging to “live a little,” you purchased it. It was dark red, short and silk with lace decorating the edges along your upper thighs and breasts. You notice the elf staring at your figure so you pull and fidget at the hem of the nightgown.

“Stop staring.” You scold. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You roll your eyes.

“Not in this…” Astarion rakes his eyes over you again. “… this tasty little thing… you were expecting someone else?” He asks.

“No, but it’s none of your business if I was.” You shift on the bed before lifting your arm up in his direction, hurrying him to take his drink and go.

Astarion stalks towards you. He grasps your wrist in both hands and seems to contemplate it for a moment. You turn your face away and brace yourself for the icy bite, but it never comes.

Astarion folds up your fingers into your own palm with his own. He keeps your hand held in his. You look up in confusion.

“No… that’s not why I’m here.” He says softly.

Your breath catches in your chest. What did he want? His gaze doesn’t leave yours.

“Then… why did you come?” You ask timidly, secretly hoping in your heart of hearts he wasn’t here to kill you.

Astarion says nothing, but keeps your hand locked within his own.

The vampire slowly sinks to his knees before you, looking up at you with yet another expression you couldn’t recognize. You knit your brows together, confused.

He brings your hand to his chest and flattens your palm against it.

“I have been wrong… Not only have I been wrong, I’ve been an absolute, rotten bastard to you… and you’ve done nothing to deserve that. Tav, I’m here to… well I’m here to say… I’m sorry.”

You blink several times, trying to process what the normally arrogant, confident man was saying on his knees in front of you.

You swallow thickly.

“You’re… sorry?” You repeat his words.

“Yes. I don’t expect your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it, frankly… but knowing tomorrow might be my last day in Faerūn as a free man… I-I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t at least try to make amends.” Astarion says, as you’re reminded that your confrontation with his master is imminent and his fate is uncertain.

“And you’re not just saying this because you miss sipping from my neck?” Your eyes narrow at the kneeling elf before you.

“Gods no! Please, Tav. You may not feel the heart in my chest but I promise you it beats only for you.” Astarion pleads as he presses your hand further into his pectoral. “I miss you, Tav. I miss you near me, listening to me, touching me, holding me… I want, no- need you to believe me.”

He looked so pathetic before you, a state you had never seen him in before… gripping your wrist tightly and gazing up at you with desperation in his eyes. You had to admit… you missed him too.

You pull your hand back from his chest.

“You’ve hurt me, Astarion… badly…” You scold him.

“I know, I know and I can’t ever undo that. All I ask if for another chance. Please. Let me hold your heart again.” Astarion shuffles closer to you, still kneeling but now between your legs as you sat on the bed. He places his cold hands on either of your knees tentatively, as if you were an animal he didn’t want to frighten off.

You think for a moment. You couldn’t bear to let him hurt you again, but he seemed genuine, vulnerable and pleading. His eyes sparkled and your chest fluttered with the feelings you had been shoving away for so long now. You bring your hand to his cheek.

“You’ve always held my heart, Astarion.” You say with a soft smile. Your gaze turns stern for a moment as you stroke his pale skin. “-but if you spurn me again even slightly… I should have your ball bag as a coin purse.”

He can’t help but smirk.

“A fitting punishment for the crime, darling.” Astarion starts to slide his hands from your knees up your bare thighs. You shaved your legs tonight in the bath and you knew he had noticed by the way his thumbs ran circles on your plump flesh. “You’ll let me show you how much I appreciate you, won’t you?”

A familiar look plays on his visage as he looks up at you now. Playful and mischievous, he starts to toy with the hem of your night dress.

“I’ll allow it.” You cheekily smile down at him.

“Oh darling, I so hoped you’d say that.” Astarion says while nipping at your inner thighs, causing you to spread them unconsciously. “Now let me have a taste of you…”

Astarion spreads your knees and pulls you further on the bed so your sex was exposed right at the edge, in perfect line with his lips. He leans in and takes a deep inhale with his nose nuzzling the patch of hair at the apex of your cunt, groaning lewdly at your scent.

“Gods, I missed this.” Astarion says right before he takes a long lick up your pussy and settles at the top, suckling at your clit gently.

You let out a long moan.

“Ooohhh and I missed that-“ You cry out again in pleasure.

You grip your breasts and pinch at your nipples as your back arches off the mattress, legs trembling. Astarion continues slurping and tasting you in just the way he knows you like as he massages your inner thighs with his dexterous hands.

He slips two fingers into your soaked hole and you gasp. Your shoulders jerk forward off the bed as he curves them up to his your favorite spot. He pulls off your clit for a moment and kisses the spot where your leg met your torso, right over your femoral artery.

“Heh, still so sensitive, love.” Astarion giggles against your skin as he continued his manual assault on your pussy. You feel his fangs brush against your sensitive flesh and know exactly what you want him to do.

“Do it.” You breath out, writhing against the bed in pleasure. “Bite me.”

“You’re sure?” Astarion asks without faltering his fingers hammering into your wet walls.

“Yes, shit, do it.” You pant out, closer to your peak than ever. “Ah-!”

You yelp as you feel it. The strangely arousing cold bite radiated from your upper thigh. As soon as you feel Astarion begin to drink from you your body was pushed over the edge and hurtled into ecstasy. You could no longer form words, completely lost in pleasure. You babble incoherently as your body jerks and your dripping hole clenches rhythmically around Astarion’s nimble fingers.

After your orgasm, you feel the fangs leave your skin and the hand being pulled from your sex. A final, wet kiss was placed on your clit before you feel yourself being lifted by the waist and tossed back onto the pillows of your bed. In your post-climax daze, you hadn’t noticed when Astarion shed his own clothes, just that he was now bare on top of you. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. It tastes of your release and also your blood, it only sends you further into a lust-filled haze.

Astarion pulls back.

“As delicious as you look in this little number, I’d much rather see you without it.” Astarion jests as he pulls your night dress over your head and tosses it to the floor beside the bed.

He pushes your knees up to your chest and playfully teases the leaking tip of his cock in and out of your entrance shallowly.

“Are you ready for me, darling?” He asks.

You buck your hips in response, hungry to feel him fully inside of you again.

“Gods, yes.” You whine as you rake your nails down his white chest.

Astarion responds by pushing himself to the hilt inside your wet whole, groaning deeply when your hips became flush. He pulls out halfway and pushes back in torturously slowly, pressing himself hard into you when he bottoms out against your cervix. He repeats this process a few times, just marveling at the way your cunt hungrily accepts his length.

“So fucking beautiful like this… messy and wet on my cock…” Astarion teases you. “Such a sweet little thing you are…” He says as he brings his thumb to stroke your clit as his other arm held your legs up against your torso. You let out a vulgar moan.

“More… Astarion, please…” You plead up at him with wet eyes, desperate for him to speed up and fuck you hard and rough.

Astarion obliges your request and quickens his pace, letting go of your leg and leaning forward to brace himself with one arm as he thrusts into you faster.

“You don’t have to beg, my love… I’ll always give you what you want… always… anything…” He pants through exertion. “Gods above, you feel so fucking good…” He exclaims with a moan.

“I-I’m close again, I-“ You gasp out as you feel the familiar tension build in your lower belly again.

“I know, darling, I can feel you squeezing me… Just a bit more… I’m there with you…” He grunts and leans down further to press his forehead against yours. He kisses you messily before needing to catch his breath again, faces still pressed together. “I-I love you-“

You could barely hear him say it before you’re thrust into another powerful climax. You scream and spasm around your lover, clawing at his back as he punishes your pussy with a few final strokes. Astarion lets out a long groan as he pumps your cunt full of his thick, heavy load. He presses into you as far as he can, chest shaking a bit against yours as he finishes. He collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck and whining at the stimulation of your walls pulsing on his over-sensitive cock.

You run your hands up and down his back as you both come down from your highs. You try not to let your fingers trace along the edges of his scars, making sure not to sour the moment. He eventually relaxes and pulls out of you before settling himself on his side facing you.

You turn to him and pull him closer.

“For the record, I love you, too.” You say with a smile.

“Oh thank the gods, that makes this sleepover a lot less awkward.” He smirks at you. “Now come here and let’s get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” His smirk fades for a moment, but you lean in and give him a gentle kiss. You turn your back to him and he pulls you flush against him with his arm around you.

“You’re cold.” You comment, a bit of a shiver running along your back.

“You’re going to have to get used to that, my love.”

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