#praise kink but in an ace way i swear

[aurorawritestoescape]

HEATWAVE || Joel Miller x f!reader || 2,5k

Summary: Joel helps you to cool down on a hot summer day. In his own way.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, horny!Joel, sweaty filthy sex, m!masturbation, unprotected piv, creampie, cum eating, fingering, praise kink, swearing, pet names (baby, sweetheart). Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: I’ve been dying of heat all week but imagining Joel railing me slightly alleviated my hardship. Hot Joel kiss to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕Hope you will enjoy this story. Love ya!❤️

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“Don’t, Joel.”

“What?”

“Don’t touch me, please. It’s too fucking hot.”

Joel sighs and falls back on the couch as you shift away from his feet, getting comfortable as far as possible from his heat radiating body.

“Fine. Jus’ wanted to make you feel good. You’ve been snappy all day.”

“Sorry. It’s all this damn heat! I’m dying without the AC!” You groan and shake the hem of your crop top, trying to cool off just a little. You’re wearing the tiniest shorts you could find but nothing really helps when you’re dealing with a Texas summer without any conditioning.

“It’ll be fixed tomorrow, baby, don’t worry.”

“I know but… ugh!”

You throw a glance at Joel who has the most sympathetic expression on his handsome face. You also can’t deny that he looks hot like this, completely naked except for his home shorts. His broad chest, rising and falling in steady rhythm, is glistening with sweat, his thick thighs are spread and his cock is slightly tenting his only garment. You’d eat him whole if not for the fucking heat!

Torturing you even more he gives you his bedroom eyes and you bite your lip, thinking how to fuck him without touching him. Suddenly your gaze lights up.

“Oh! I know what we need!”

He raises one brow in a silent question and you start hastily explaining, at the same time grabbing your phone off the coffee table and opening a browser,

“I’m gonna look for hot weather sex positions.”

Joel chuckles and you furrow your brows at the man.

“No, don’t laugh. They minimize skin contact and should be easy on the movements. I saw an article once.”

Your pussy aches more and more the longer you watch Joel splay on the couch and you need him to be on board with your idea but he doesn’t seem very enthusiastic.

“Not sure it’ll help much but…let’s try it,” he shrugs and you beam at him before typing away.

As always when you need it the most, the internet is slow and you shake your leg, already losing patience.

In your peripheral vision you notice Joel move and your eyes shift from your phone screen to him for just a second. You do a double take when you see him pull the waistband of his shorts down, freeing his semi hard cock, as his mischievous gaze is set on you.

"What are you doing?" you groan at the sight of his big hand, wrapping around his long juicy member.

"Jus' a lil' pre-game, baby. Go on with your research."

You watch him give his manhood a few languid pumps and your mouth waters when some wetness beads on the tip. A new surge of desire burns your core and your breathing fastens. A few seconds later you remember what you were doing and turn away from the hot sight so you could return to the task at hand.

You try to open the first link but it’s loading for eternity so you close it with a curse and press the second one.

Then soft grunts reach your ear and you see Joel pleasure himself in earnest, as his cock is drooling on his veiny hand.

“Hey, wait for me, would you?” You grumble, tapping the same link three times, as if it can make it open faster.

“I’m imagining your hand doing it, sweetheart,” Joel smirks with his eyes already hazy as his palm is sliding up and down his length, thumb brushing over the tip from time to time, “or your pretty mouth, licking my cock. Oh, I bet your pussy wants some of this. She doesn’t care about the heat.”

You know he’s teasing you so you’d hurry up but the solution of your problem is so close that you can’t just stop now. So you fix your shorts that are sticking to your already wet folds and avert your eyes from your tormentor.

“Fucking cookies,” you curse, getting hotter because of the sweltering weather and also after noticing Joel buck his hips to fuck his fist better.

Finally you find an illustration of an almost contactless sex position and tilt your head, trying to understand it.

“Where’s his..? Oh! But… Nah. I’d break your dick like that.”

“We don’t want that,” Joel chuckles, his voice strained with pleasure he’s giving himself.

You’ve never seen him jerk his cock for such a long time so your gaze involuntarily shifts away from your phone again and you shamelessly stare at his hand gliding up and down his stiffness.

“We miss you,” Joel taunts you, seeing desire paint your face, and shakes his cock from side to side, spilling precum everywhere.

“Joel..” You whine and using every ounce of your will you tear your eyes away from his body and return them to the screen.

“Ok, this one is more doable. But it’ll take me forever to come like that… Oh and this… this just defies gravity.”

Giggling at the picture, you show Joel the screen and he gives you a polite smile but his half-lidded eyes tell you that he’s already deep in the ocean of lust, close to reaching his high.

Your gaze slides down to his throbbing cock, his big hand jerking it and you give up. You throw your phone back on the table and with a quiet “Fuck it,” you decide to literally fuck it. Fuck Joel.

Your man’s eyes light up as he coos at you,

“Yeah, c’mere, baby. Come sit on your popsicle.”

You laugh, climbing up the couch over his huge body and straddling his thighs. His skin is unbearably hot but your need overshadows everything.

You take his cock in your sweaty hands and purr, wetting your lips, “popsicle? shall I lick it first then?”

“Usually I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to that, but…,” he says, taking in your body, wrapped in a tight crop top and little shorts. You hear him groan as you lean down to his leaking cock but then his hand on your cheek stops you, “but! I’ve been playing without you and … My cock’s ready for your sweet pussy, baby. Gimme.”

With that he shifts to the side and pulls you to lie down next to him on the couch. The warmed up surface and Joel’s huge body pressed close to you make you whine as another wave of heat hits you.

“Shh,” Joel shushes you and clumsily sits up, almost making you fall off the narrow seat.

He takes his shorts off and helps you discard your clothes as well.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mumbles, his hungry eyes travelling over your exposed body, “wanna lick you all over.”

You take a sharp breath, suffocating with lust, but then Joel does the unforgivable. He lays down on top of you, pushing your legs apart with his knee, and you’re about to cry at how hot the vast expanse of his sweaty skin makes you.

“Joel!” You cry out, trying to push him off, palms braced on his chest, but the next second his lips crash against yours and he’s giving you a heady kiss which quickly makes you forget all about the heat. You’re immediately enchanted by him, his taste, his desire for you. The kiss is sloppy and messy and you cool off a little whenever your wet lips part from each other, even only for a second.

Soon sweat coats your body and Joel’s cock pulsating against your belly turns you into a desperate puddle. To get some respite from the heat, you tilt your head down and blow on your chest.

“It won’t help,” Joel murmurs, “Maybe this will.”

He hunches over you, leans down and licks a long stripe from your breast over your neck and jaw and reaches your lips and kisses you again. You hum with pleasure, noting your salty taste on his tongue and enjoying the sensation of the cooling wet path on your skin.

You’re making out for a few more seconds but the ache between your thighs makes your wriggle under him and Joel hastily lifts his torso and hovers over you, his chest inches from yours as you breathe out after this tiny relief. You glance down and see his heavy cock rest on your mound, his balls pressed to your folds, some wetness smeared on your belly where he is leaking on you. The sight makes you whine his name and reach for his big member.

It’s hot, stiff and damp when you caress it gently with your fingers and Joel’s dark eyes lower to the place where you’re making him even harder if it’s even possible.

“Put it in, sweetheart. Want you on my cock already. You’re drippin’ all over me. My balls are fuckin’ drenched.”

His Texan drawl is even more apparent when he’s so turned on and you know it’s time for him to fuck you. But he teased you so much. Why can’t you?

You throw your legs apart wider, but pressing your hips deeper into the couch, pull away from Joel’s hot crotch. You feel the air slightly cooling your sopping pussy and it feels so amazingly good, that a gasp climbs up your throat.

“Where’re you goin’, naughty girl?” Joel groans and rolls his hips against your pussy, scorching you with his heated thighs, balls and cock, making you mewl. He overplays you, making your hungry hole clench around nothing, clit twitch and you immediately bring your hand down and push his pulsating hot length into your soaked entrance. Both of you moan loudly at the anticipated sensation.

Joel drops his body on you again, holding some of his weight as he braces his forearm on the couch.

You should be uncomfortable, annoyed, hot and miserable but all you feel is his cock spreading your insides, his balls rubbing against your ass. His scent, a mixture of sweat and musk with a slight trace of his favorite piney deodorant, envelops you completely. He invades all your senses at once and you let him, welcome it with your body and soul.

“Joel,” you whisper, choking on your feelings and hugging him even closer.

“I know, baby, I love you too,” he replies, covering your whimpering mouth with his and drinking your oh’s and ah’s.

Soon he’s rolling his hips, his thrusts languid and gentle, as you’re making out, glued together by desire and love. You become one as the heat, radiating from the two of you and the sweat on your skin are mixing together and your bodies slide against each other in this lustful dance.

His cock is massaging your walls, kissing your cervix with its fat head and you glide your hands over the expense of Joel’s dewy back, shoulders and arms before they sneak down and you grab handfuls of his ass. You start grinding your pussy against his pelvic bone and coarse hair.

Suddenly Joel lifts his torso and looks at you, blown out eyes darting between yours, his hips still moving.

“You’re drownin’ my cock, sweetheart. So fuckin’ wet. My perfect pussy. Wanna see?”

After hearing your sultry ‘yeah’, Joel brings his hand to your face, brushes your lower lip with his thumb and then his palm glides down your heated body. Your skin erupts in goosebumps from the gentle contact and you whimper when he runs his fingers over your slicked up folds, spread around his fat cock.

You lift your hips chasing his touch on your clit, and he grants your wish. His index and middle finger find your hardening bud and he swirls it for a few seconds, closely watching your reaction. Your lips part and eyes flutter shut, as his cock and fingers make your pussy purr. Joel’s manhood twitches deep inside you before he pauses his thrusts into your wet heat.

Suddenly he pulls his cock out entirely.

“Joel! No!”

He tsks at you for the impatience but then his girthy length gets replaced by three of his fingers and you gasp and then moan when he begins pushing them in and out of your messy cunt, curling them to press the pleasure spot inside your core.

Joel sees how close you’re by the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your walls start squeezing his digits harder and harder. He places his thumb on your clit and pushes, sending a new wave of ecstasy to your brain and you cry out as your climax hits your sweaty body. The drops of your sweat slide down on the couch because of how hard you tremble under him and Joel watches the euphoria course through you with an adoring gaze.

“Yeah, jus’ like that. Good girl.”

When you still and open your spent eyes at him, his fingers curve inside you as he scoops your slick and cum and then pulls them out. He raises his hand and watches your creamy juices slide down his hand.

“Joel,” is all you manage to mewl, witnessing your liquid euphoria.

With his tongue peeking out, he brings his hand to your chest and paints your pebbled nipple with your wetness. Then he leans closer and blows on it and you moan at the temperature change.

“Yeah, you like it, huh? Dirty girl.”

As if confirming his words, your nipple hardens more and with a grunt Joel latches onto your breast and licks off the taste of your pussy. You whimper as another course of pleasure reignites your core.

Joel hums, enjoying the flavor of your skin, and the next moment his cock spears you in one go and he begins pounding into you, pulling his hips back fast and thrusting his throbbing manhood into your sopping pussy with hard and sharp strokes. His tongue continues dancing over your tits and you clench his curls with the last drops of strength you have in your spent body. After a few more thrusts, Joel parts from your puffy nipple and growls, still railing you.

“Fuck, baby— choke my cock again— C’mon, be a good girl—come again.”

He kisses you passionately while his hand slithers down between your bodies and he starts rubbing your clit, chanting, “One more, one more.”

In no time you’re squealing as your pussy is clamping around his cock and it sends him over the precipice. Joel breathes out a moan and his hips jerk again and again, sending rope after rope of his hot cum inside you. Your cunt keeps milking him of the last drop as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, your eyes locked with his and full of gratitude, love and euphoria.

You’re descending from your highs together, limbs tangled and bodies flush against each other. To your surprise the sweat cooling your skin and his cum seeping out of your pussy send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m cold,” you mumble into the crook of his neck.

“Really? Maybe we don’t need AC at all? I can just fuck the heat out of you?”

“Yes, we do,” you disagree, giggling.

“But I loved helping you, baby. We should reschedule the repair for next week.”

You push him off you, burning the man with a fiery gaze, “Don’t you dare, Joel Miller.”

“I’m kiddin’, sweetheart,” Joel chuckles, hugging you tight and shutting your grunts up with a kiss. A second later you feel hot all over again.

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[bigtreefest]

Essie’s Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration!!

I can’t believe it, but I’ve hit 300 followers! Thank you so much for everyone who has helped me get here and all the encouragement and love you’ve shown me. You have no idea how much it means💗 *please excuse the terrible graphic that I made on my lunch break. I tried, I swear. 🥳🥳🥳🥳🤷🏻‍♀️

For the occasion, I’m hosting a writing event! I’d love for you, yes you! to join in the celebration!! I know what you’re thinking: ‘well Essie, how do I do that?’ Let me tell you!!

Gather up all the sweet, summer vibes you can muster, along with one or multiple of the prompts listed below, and write a fic! Prompts and rules below!

Prompts:

*feel free to adjust them accordingly to work better in your fic

- pick your favorite summer song and use it to inspire your fic (optional, and very much not necessary, but encouraged. I love the songs of summer)

Scenarios:

- a character gets a sunburn

- someone lost their bathing suit in the ocean/pool

- a popsicle dripping down someone’s skin

- sand. Sand everywhere.

- beach games got a little too rough

- reading and someone gets the book wet

- putting a flower behind their ear

- babe is a surfer

- watching a sunrise/sunset together

- a long drive together

- putting sunscreen on one another

- rain spoils your summer outdoor plans

- bonfire

- catching fireflies

Quotes:

- “it hurts when I _____” “then stop doing that”

- “I wore this purposely because I thought the tan line would drive you crazy.”

- “what do you mean you didn’t pack snacks?”

- “here, you can share with me”

- “aw man, that was the last one”

- “I’ve got something else you can lick”

- “ew, gross. That’s not what I thought would happen today”

- “who thought a place with mosquitoes was a good idea?”

- “yeah. I know” “I didn’t mean I was hot in that way”

- “you know that one’s my favorite”

- “we’re not supposed to be in here” / “not here”

- “why’s it…sticky?”

Kinks:

- praise

- size

- daddy

- equal partnership? That’s my kink.

- breeding

- oooo! hand

- public sex/trying not to get caught

- overstimulation

Tropes:

- friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- hurt/comfort

- last summer together before going separate ways🥺

- vacation fling cut short by having to go home

Environments:

- beach

- pool

- lake house

- ice cream shop/stand

- inside in the ac

- a bar

- resort/hotel

- out on the water/ in a boat

Rules/How to Play:

- Character/love interest must be a CE babe/Bucky (no other Seb babes, however you may be able to make a case for boedecker or destroyer Chris)

- No deeply dark themes, including noncon, murder and death, toilet stuff, incest, or anything you think would be too intense for my poor heart. Dubcon, stepcest, and soft!dark are allowable if you just keep it light and find it necessary, but use your discretion please

- Posts should be at least 300 words, with no upper limit! Please us a ‘read more’ past 150

- fics should be stand-alone. If they are part of a series, they should be able to be read alone.

- tag me @bigtreefest and put the tags #essie’s summer lovin’ 300 follower celebration #summer lovin’ celebration and #essie’s 300 follower special so I can reblog you and add your fic to the Masterlist!!

- be inclusive and considerate!!

- make/write as many posts as you’d like!

- this will run from Sunday, July 13 to Wednesday, July 31, 2024. Late entries will be accepted through the end of summer.

- happy writing and thank you for celebrating with me!!

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[theincognitomoth]

Wild Side

Pairing: Mr. Wolf x Fem!Reader (Stablished relationship)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5731

Warnings: Rough sex, mild language, bitting, scratch,ing knotting, praise kink, male!dom, fem!sub, first person POV.

Sinopsys: During a mission gone wrong, Mr. Wolf goes on a wild frenzy and ends up hurting his girlfriend. Out of guilt, he isolates himself in a dirty apartment, all the while his sweetheart is determined to prove he has nothing to feel Sorry for.

Since the Night Howlers' incident, Wolf refused to come out of his room. He also refused to let anyone else in, except for Snake, and he refused, above all else, to see me- And that stung far more than the bite mark shaped like his teeth in my forearm as I applied the flower scented infection cream.

Three months ago Diane came with a mission for us. It was simple at first: find a couple of missing citizens. But soon the conspiracy web spiraled so further down that mind controlled guinea pigs and a butt shaped meteorite sounded sane in the same sentence. 

Those people were targets of a cult- The Naturalists, they called themselves. They believed that the root of suffering came from the modern world. A normal group with this belief might have organized a hike or camping trip but, crazy bastards that they were, thought themselves justified to take people off the streets and inject them with a brain altering drug: The Night Howlers.

That cursed little purple capsule was the reason my boyfriend refused to see me, even after two weeks of the case closed.

During a chase he was shot with the substance. Even now my stomach ran cold when I remembered the look in his eyes- Desperate at first, and then feral mindlessness. He chased me prey, my heart pounded in my ears, all my blood going to my legs telling me to run, run, run. It was still a blurry memory, the way his fangs buried on my skin. It was sheer luck that saved me that day, and I dreaded imagining the other outcome. But whatever horrors my mind came up with, I knew Wolf's was much worse, leaving him to rot in his little den of misery. 

With a heavy sigh, I put on my clothes and marched out of the apartment, standing in front of Wolf's door yet again.

“Moe?” I knocked and waited for a response that never came.

This everlasting silence would drive me mad.

“I know you can't- won't see me right now, but could you at least say something so I know you're not dead and rotting on the other side of that damn door?” 

My words were harsh, I knew, and the corridor echoes made sure to slap me in the face with them. For his sake I kept those words in. I knew he was suffering, I tried to be patient, but the sting with each day of deathly silence left a bitter taste in my mouth and I had to let it out before it made me sick.

“I'm getting tired of this- I know you feel bad for what happened, but I swear, I'd rather get bitten again than for you to play dead. Please…”

I was certain my plea would fall on deaf ears until the door locks creaked. My heart was beating in my ears like drums, my eyes burnt from not blinking. The door opened to reveal a dark room, cold and smelling like an old pantry. Snake stood on the other side, looking at me with a frown deeper than normal. He was much better at hiding  his worry than me. 

“Go easy on him,” He said, slipping out of the door and holding it open.

“Is it too bad?” I whispered.

“Would be easier if he wasn't such a drama queen.” 

I forced out a chuckle.

“Thanks.”

“Don't mention it, just… Get him out of that damn apartment.”

A difficult mission, one I didn't know if I was up to, yet had to grab this precious small chance.

I walked into Wolf's apartment and closed the door behind me.

Some people prefer winter nights over nice summer days, but the state of his apartment was absurd. I adjusted my sleeves to cover my hands as the AC turned a city apart into a tundra, its blue glowing numbers being the only light source letting me see broad shapes. Wolf sat in the corner of the couch, wrapped around an old blanket with his face hidden in it. How much time did he spent day after day like this?

One of many food packages scrunching under my foot as I made my way towards him. His ears perked up for a second before laying flat against his head again.

“Moe…” He flinched.

I sat on the couch, arms length from him.

“Can you look at me?” The knots in my chest tightened further as the seconds stretched without a response. “... I miss you.”

Finally, thank Heavens, finally he looked up at me, those big sad eyes resembling an abandoned puppy. He stared for a short while, before sifting his focus to my forearm, covered by the long sleeve.

“Does it still hurt?” He asked, voice quiet.

“No.”

“Did you get an infection?”

“I didn't.”

“Scar?” 

“None.”

“Good.” He let out a shaky breath. “I've missed you too.”

There was a glimmer of the ‘him’ from before the incident when he smiled at me- My old Moe. But I blinked and it was gone. I reached for his hands into the blanket cocoon, but he winched away, covering it up with a chuckle.

“I haven't trimmed my claws in a while.”

“Since when do you trim them?”

“I- uh, started recently.”

“Moe…”

He shook his head, leaning further away from me with a frown.

“Stop. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He struggled to find words. I knew that angry look, but it wasn't aimed at anyone.

“Like you're the one who hurt me and not the other way around.”

When he stood up, so did I, keeping a distance as I followed him to the kitchen, littered with full trash bags that didn’t smell, for they were full of plastic packages and cans instead of real food.

“Come on, it wasn't your fault.”

“Yeah, there are blood stains on my shirt that say otherwise.”

He grabbed a kettle and put it on the stove to boil and took one cup of instant noodles from the almost empty cabinet. Shrimp flavored, Moe's least favorite.

“You weren't in control, they shot you with a Night Howler.”

“And I went after you instead of the cultist, how do you explain that?”

Over the weeks, that question plagued me too and I came up with a few theories. Maybe he chose to chase something that smelled familiar, or his animal brain saw me as easier prey, since the cultist was bigger. Whichever reason, not a part of me believed he acted from malice.

“Look, you don't need to try and justify or rationalize what happened there. I don't blame you one bit.”

“You should.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

I tried to remain level headed, but I didn't know what else to say to make him see reason.

“Why? Why the hell are you so angry with yourself when it was the crazy cultist that drugged you?”

“Because I liked it!”

The kettle whistle was the only sound in the room as I was left speechless, mouth agape and dry. I only realized how tense my shoulders were when they dropped heavy on my sides.

“...What?”

Wolf let out a deep sigh, turning off the stove and leaning against the counter. He wasn't looking at me.

“I liked it- not hurting you, not ever. But when that guy shot me with the Night Howler…” He rubbed the spot on his neck where the drug hit him. “It was like- like I had been wearing a tie squeezing my neck the whole time and the Night Howler cut it loose.”

His eyes sparkled with something familiar, that same shine from when he went through a heist plan or talked about a new driving maneuver he pulled. But as soon as that spark came, he met my eyes and it was gone.

“You can't be serious,” I shook my head. “Did you actually buy into that naturalist looney's idea?”

“It's not- look, I'm not saying I want to run around like a rabies crazed dog.”

“I sure hope so.”

It wasn’t the answer he hoped for, I knew, but it wasn’t what I expected him to say either. Something about those eyes begged for me to understand. For all that it’s worth it, I tried.

Wolf took a moment, pouring the hot water on his noodles.

“Wish I could explain it better. I haven't been able to sleep right after what I did to you, but at the same time, when I close my eyes and remember the way it felt to run around without a thought in my head, it was… free, and real and…”

“Wild?” 

He opened the lid of his instant noodles with a small chuckle, poking at the shrimp pieces with a plastic fork.

“Yeah, wild.” He took a sniff of the thing, face twisting in disgust, then put it down on the sink. 

Silence weighed on the apartment while I tried to make sense of his words. The way he spoke wasn't much different from those cultists and I couldn't use the excuse of indoctrination on him. The great leaders didn't talk Moe into buying their idea, he felt it on his skin, so much so that even the bite incident didn't stop him from missing that brief moment of brain off wildness.

Maybe the naturalists weren't so off. 

“Would you do it again?”

“The night howler? Nah, too risky.”

“But you miss the feeling.”

It wasn't a question, and the way he lowered his ears showed he knew it. I tried to relate in a way, imagining what it would be like if I could never again eat my favorite food, run in the rain or go downhill on a bike. What would be like if I had a snippet of the highest high of my life only to know I could never experience it again? What would it be like if I had a tie squeezing around my neck, only loose enough to suck in shallow breaths?

Miserable, that's what it would be like.

“Moe…” My heels clicked on the silent apartment as I approached and touched his shoulder. “I can't in my right mind say you should do drugs,” I said with a straight face and he chuckled. “But I don't want you to feel like you're suffocated either. Maybe we can find a middle ground, loosening the tie without ripping it off.”

His ears perked up a little and he looked at me with those puppy eyes that got my heart in a claw-like grip.

“Really? After what I did, would you still want to help?”

“Of course I do. What happened wasn't your fault, and I don't want you to feel suffocated.” I reached for the fluff on his cheek and Moe leaned against my hand. “I love you.”

I barely finished my sentence and his arms wrapped around me, squeezing my waist, firm and gentle, even if I wouldn’t mind having the air squeezed out of me. His head rested against my shoulder and his tail wagged fast.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

The familiar weight of his head on my shoulder melted the tension I walked with for the past weeks. I missed the way his fur tickled my cheek and the way his tail brushed against my legs. If helping him tap into a semi-wild state was what it took to keep this, then becoming a goddamn adrenaline chaser suddenly climbed its way up my list of priorities.

Minutes passed in our much needed embrace before I gathered the willpower to pull away, earning a small whine from him.

“Okay, Moe. If I'm going to help you, we are doing this right.” I walked up to his fridge where a little white board with a couple of markers was glued to the door and picked the red one, writing ‘Mr. Wolf's wild list’ on the top. “Let's start with the ideas.”

Wolf crossed his arms and leaned against the counter with a smirk.

“Not wasting any time, I see.”

“The sooner we figure out what can help you, the sooner we can implement it. So come on, ideas.”

He closed his eyes with a hum, scratching his chin.

“Pulling out a stunt with the car always gets me going.”

“Dangerous driving, then?”

“It's only dangerous if you don't know what you're doing, sweetheart.”

I stared at him, unamused for a good three seconds before sighing.

“Fine.” Against better judgment, I wrote ‘crazy driving’ on the board. “But only on empty roads.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about hiking? It's in nature.”

“Eh, I don't know. Not really a nature guy myself.”

“Really, Moe? No nature in the wild list?”

Wolf chuckled, shaking his head.

“Well, when you put it like that… Maybe I can give running around the mud and get eaten by mosquitos a go.”

“What a lovely way to put it, babe.” I wrote 'touching grass’ on the list with a green marker, drawing a little mosquito beside it.

“Okay, what else?”

Doodling a couple of stars, I waited for new ideas. When he told me nothing for a good thirty seconds, I turned my full attention to him; his tail wagged a little bit, but hung low, the clawed finger tapped against the counter in steady clicks.

 “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, I know the room is pretty dark but I'm not blind.” I placed my hands over his bouncing leg and tapping finger, the movement stopping. “You can tell me.”

He took his sweet time with it, eyes running through the corners of the room and looking away after the split moments he met mine.

“Promise you won't get mad.”

“Okay… I won't get mad.”

“And promise you'll say no if you're not absolute, one hundred percent sure of it.”

“You’re making it sound like you want to commit a crime.”

“Not far off my alley. But no, it's not a crime, it's… Not gonna lie, it's pretty damn embarrassing.”

Embarrassing. This was the man who played the suave thief like second nature, so when he looked at me like a punny teenager about to ask the cheerleader to the dance, scared of my rejection, what else could I do other than swoon?

“I never knew you had shame buried under that white suit of yours.”

I waited for his smart little remark so I could answer with a comeback heating up on the tip of my tongue. It felt nice, familiar, our back and forth.

“Yeah, that's what you do to me.”

My witty come answer turned to ash in my mouth, leaving my tongue heavy; And while my head scrambled for coherence and my knees for composure, Wolf chuckled and put his hands on my hips,thumbs running up and down sending a wave up my back and making my hairs prickle.

“I want you,” He whispered. “When you walked in, your smell almost made me forget why I hid away to begin with.”

The Moe I knew was a flirt, yes, but in a way which felt like he practiced his lines in front of a mirror. A great actor, no doubt, but still an actor. This was different, it was raw. He spoke without a filter and it made my back arch. I squeezed his shoulder, crumpling the fabric of his messy shirt.

“I want you too,” I leaned closer, breath fanning over the little furs on his muzzle. “I missed you, Moe. I missed you way too much.”

Harsher than what I was used to, his hands squeezed the flesh of my hips, and I could feel the tip of his sharp claws through my jeans.

“Sweetheart, I need you to be real with me now and only say yes if you really mean it.” A gentle hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want you to be part of my little list.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I want to try something different, a little more… loose.”

The only thing stopping the heat that ran up my spine from getting to my head was the ever present suspicion.

“Loose?”

“Yeah, you said I should loosen the tie,” His grip on my waist tightened and he pulled me close enough to feel his hot breath brushing my nose. “And I want to loosen it with you.”

Little impressions I had from the time we spent entangled in the sheets suddenly became much clearer. The way he held me by the waist, kissed me, touched me- Aside from being fantastic and melting the tension from every muscle, left me with this itch in the back of my mind. Be it a scowl on his brow or hands that squeezed me too tight just to let go two seconds after, what he did to me never felt complete. Now I had the confirmation to my suspicions: He held back every time.

Morbid curiosity allied with the growing fire in my stomach, making me wonder how much I could take if he didn't.

“I want to try that out too.”

“Really?” His smile widened and he gave my hips a small squeeze. “It's not just because of me, right? Because if it is-”

I cut his rambling by the root with a peck to the lips.

“I'm a big girl, Moe. I know what I want and I mean what I'm saying. And what I want is for you to take off that leash and burn it-”

In a blink, he had me on top of the balcony, body pressed flushed together as he invaded my mouth in a kiss that left me light headed.

He took his lips away from mine and before I fully made sense of what was happening, began kissing my neck.

“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he said between little kisses and small nibbles. “And if I hurt you, punch me in the throat.”

“Hm, yeah, I can… I can manage that.” 

Pushing words out became quite the task when he was making me gasp and sending  shivers through my nerves. I held onto his head, looking down as he worked his magic on my skin, tucking my shirt's collar down to give the same treatment as my neck. While Wolf busied himself with that, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling a hardening volume against my inner thigh.

“Already?” I smiled, scratching behind his ear.

“Hm, just missed you so much.”

His hands moved from my hips to my thighs, squeezing them like stress toys while leaving an open mouth kiss on my cleavage. I tugged at his head, and when a breathy moan left my lips, he growled against my skin.

“How much do you like this shirt?”

The sudden question snapped my attention back to him. He looked at my long sleeve shirt as if it was his worst enemy.

“What?”

He squeezed my thighs a little harder, claws poking my flesh.

“The shirt. Is it a favorite of yours?” 

“Why- no, not really.”

“Good.”

The fire that ran through my blood when he tore up the shirt with his teeth and claws was enough to make my face melt off. My mouth hung open with no words uttered as he kissed between my breasts, before pulling away to stare at my lace bra.

“Hm… Not this one.” Much gentler, nimble fingers unclasped the hooks behind me, letting the bra slide through my shoulders while he looked me in the eye with a cheeky grin. “This one I like.”

“...I'll keep that in mind.”

“But I like these even more.”

His attention focused on my breasts. He took one in his hand and kneaded it gently, before making me groan with a harsh squeeze. His grip loosened the same moment and he kissed the finger prints on my skin.

“Too much?”

“No, no, just a little sensitive. It’s been a while.”

“It sure has,” Another gentle kiss traced the reddish marks, trailing up to my pulse. “We can do it the nicer way, you know.”

There he went, offering me an out again when my desires were set in forgetting all restraint. In response my eager hands worked around his shirt, soft fabric hiding even softer fur beneath it. Maybe I was the wild animal between us.

The rumbling of his laugh vibrated against my neck.

“Or not.”

His hands returned to my tender breasts, previous gentleness gone as he squeezed one while feeling the other’s weight in his palm. The pain didn’t phase me. Sure, there was a sharp moment of agony, but in less than a second it became laced with strange pleasure, before fully dissolving into it, like a cold shower after a full day walking in the sun. 

My own hands stayed occupied, tracing my fingers over his spine, glazing my nails against his skin, and fully sunk into him when Moe took one of my nipples into his mouth, threatening to bite it down. He didn’t, I knew he wouldn’t go that far, but the possibility was enough to get me shivering.

He nibbled, sucked and played with my hardened buds until I was pulling at the hairs on his neck with enough strength to rip them, and by the end even the breeze from the air conditioner made me whine. He moved back a little, a gleam of smugness in his eyes as he looked over his work of turning my flesh into a personal canvas with purple and red marks. Those eyes that never looked more dangerous met mine and I almost came undone right then and here.

“Awn sweetheart, you’re crying?”

Overwhelmed tears stung my eyes, my entire body, especially my face, feverish.

“N-No. I’m tearing up, it’s different.”

“Well, un-lucky for you, you’re way too pretty like this.” He held my chin a little too forceful, making me stare at the predatory gaze of his. “Now I wonder what’s like if I do make you cry.”

My gasp got cut short when Wolf threw me over his shoulder like a fat shack of dollar bills and walked towards his bedroom, making me yelp when he squeezed my butt followed by a less than gentle bite.

I tried to look at his face while balancing myself.

“When did you get this strong?” 

“Always have been, just needed the right motivation.”

The bedroom was as dark as the rest of the apartment, his familiar scent all around when he threw me in the bed, right in the center of a nest-like pile of blankets and kissing down my lips.

“Comfortable?”

“Yeah, I could fall asleep right now.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, one finger pulling my pants.

“You can try, don’t think you’ll be able to. But if you get close to falling asleep…” With a swift movement, he lowered my pants to my thighs. “I’ll just have to get you on the edge again.” He slid my pants down all the way and kissed under my belly button. “...And again…” His lips stopped at the hem of my panties, fingers coming up to touch the soaked spot between my legs. “... And again.”

Threat or promise, he already left unable to catch my breath. My watery eyes admired the sight as much as the blurriness allowed it, my hips buckling against his fingers while the bastard grinned.

“Hell, Moe. You want me to beg?”

“I wasn’t thinking about it, but now that you offered…”

Leaning back on the pillows with one arm over my face, I groaned.

“You’re such a jerk.”

“Hey, don’t be mad. I’m just messing with ya, beautiful.” 

“Oh, aren’t you a jokester? This is torture-”

A jolt went up my spine when he dragged his fingers along my slick, teasing me through the panties’ fabric. Wolf’s breath hovered over my over sensitive clit before he gave it the much needed attention with an open mouth kiss that if on the lips would leave anyone drenched. I held myself back from locking his head with my legs when he moved away to slice my panties off, my fully nude form barely affected by the cold room because of how he made me burn.

Moe kissed me, the softer and passionate approach meeting the pace of his fingers teasing my entrance and smearing my clit with my own wetness. For a moment he got me thinking he had given up on our little experiment, but horny little me simply walked into a trap, only noticing when he grabbed my hips and flipped me into my stomach. I tried to use my elbows for support, but Moe pushed me back down and lifted my hips, leaning over my body, pressing himself flushed against me and whispering.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have you like this, bent over letting me see everything. And you look so pretty. Always so, so pretty for me, sweetheart.” 

His husky whisper tickled the back of my ear and I couldn’t blame myself from the moan he dragged out of me. I needed him now, before this drove me to wild madness. And maybe that’s what Wolf was trying to do- To turn me into a crazed and unleashed beast. By the way I pressed myself against him, without a single rational thought, he more than succeeded.

“Just fuck me,” I demanded.

Growling, he dug his hands into my hips, grinding the rock hard cock against me, staining his pants with my slick.

“Last chance to back down.” The sound of his voice was followed by the unzipping of his pants.

“I think I’ll combust if I do.”

Wolf chuckled, one of his hands spreading my lips for him while the other guided his thick length to my entrance and made me gasp and grab at the sheets. It took a total of three slower thrusts before he picked up a crushing, brain melting pace and made me forget the time of the day, the place and my name. He held me by the back of the neck, and by the stings of pain coming from my back and shoulder, I could guess how many marks I would have by the end of this- and God, I didn’t care. If anything, it ripped more unrestrained whimpers and cries from my throat.

“You sound almost as amazing as you feel,” he said, voice breathless against the back of my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me like a vice. “Damn, sweetheart, so pretty, so good for me, my good girl.”

“N-Not fair, that’s my- Oh, God!- that’s my line.”

The unforgiving pace grew even more savage, cutting out my moans with each thrust.

“But you like it too, don’t you? Screaming so much my ears are ringing.”

“Sorry-”

“Don’t be.”

Although he reached so, so fucking deep into me, that wasn’t the end of it. No, not with Moe like this, not with the swollen base as a delicious reminder, slapping against me everytime he moved.

His groans grew more fanatic, he barely pulled out, rutting against me right before his knot slipped inside in a stretch that might be painful if I wasn’t soaking wet.

Hissing, Moe held me flushed against his chest and my hands held onto his forearms for any semblance of structure. He could only rut against my heat and I could only moan at the over stimulation, so close from being a mess in his arms.

“Mine,” He groaned, nibbling my ear. “My perfect girl, taking me so well.”

“M-Moe…” My body twitched, tears rolled down my eyes into the sweat stained sheets. 

Wolf licked a red mark on the crook of my neck.

“Hm, I knew you would look even more beautiful crying for me.” His voice came out in huff and puffs of hot air on my already burning skin. His rutting became relentless, the tip of his cock bullying my cervix, trying to invade everything, tear me apart, merge into me, and by God, I would let him.

It didn’t take long for me to feel the familiar euphoria rush through my veins and tie knots- how ironic- around my stomach. Barely mustering the strength to moan and cry, pitiful wails echoed back to me, and my unleashed lover didn’t trail much better, his own voice hoarse and desperate.

My climax didn’t knock at the door- no, no, no, it came bursting through it, making a mess and all around as I clawed at Wolf’s forearms like a beast and was left shaking and gasping for air amidst low whines. He kept his pace, mindlessly chasing his own high, making my overstimulation all the more wrecking.

Two more minutes of harsh slapping sounds went by before the sights of his orgasm finally appeared to relieve my shaking body. Claws dug in my hips with a possessive grip, his jaw was so tense I could hear the sharp teeth grind against each other and for a moment it seemed he wanted to merge into me before his grip loosed and I felt the familiar warmth floating my walls and leaving no empty creeks.

Fast movements died down, his head resting on my shoulder followed by a heavy and content sigh .I could finally catch my breath.

“Are you okay?” Wolf asked, kissing the marking on the back of my neck.

In my head I answered ‘yes, fantastic’, but babbles left my mouth instead of words- At least he found it funny. 

Gently, he flipped me on my back and laid me down, kissing my temple and pulling my putty self closer.

“Fantastic as always, sweetheart. I didn’t think you could get any better and you still impressed me.”

I met his eyes, a smile playing on my lips. His fur never looked more messy, inviting me to pet and try to even it out. I did so, and Moe leaned against my hand, but that sweet, blissed out smile died the moment he laid eyes on the bite mark on my forearm. My heart squeezed for him as he took my arm like it was made of glass and stared at the red teeth scars.

“Moe, it’s not-” 

“I know.” He kissed the bite mark, lips lighter than butterfly wings. “But I’m still so sorry. Even after this, you’re still doing so much for me, I don’t know how to make it up to you.”

My hand scratched behind his flat ear.

“Well, if you’re so keen about it, I would love it if you finally got out of the apartment.”

He scoffed, but I kept going.

“I’m serious. I know you feel guilty, but locking yourself up as if you committed a crime is not doing any good to anyone. Hell, if I was the one who went crazy and bit you, it wouldn’t be an issue. You might even be laughing about it.”

Proving my point, he let out a breathy chuckle.

“See?” Despite the wobbly limbs, I shifted on the bed, bringing his head to my chest and placing one leg over his waist. “You’re not bad, Wolf.”

Hesitant hands moved up my back, holding me closer, and my worries were eased once I heard his tail wagging against the bed.

“Thank you, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Of course you’re right.” He nuzzled my neck and I could feel his smile. “And you’re right about leaving the apartment too. My nose is starting to itch and I would rather eat cardboard than those shrimp flavored noodles again.” 

“How about we go for a walk and get a salad after?”

He looked at me like a little kid who got told no at the toy store.

“Fine, a walk and ice cream. But after that we're deep cleaning this place.”

“Hmm, yes. You’re definitely too good for me.”

Wagging his tail, he leaned in and kissed the purple bruise on my neck. I knew his self blame wasn’t gone, hope as I might, it might never fully be, but we would take it one step at a time. And besides, exploring this new, unrestrained side of him- of us- wasn’t bad at all.

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Nothing But You And I

~4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

mature content? in my blog?? in my fics??? for once its more likely than you think

warnings for implied sexual content (there is a fade to black), a very soft praise kink, making out, stripping. submissive!kip, theres a few swears, they are handy and suggestive, sexual tension. as i put in the ao3 tags, theres a lot of smoke but no actual fire, they are just spicy ✨

can be read as a follow up to "not even thinking twice" but it also works as a standalone, as theres only few small references to what happens in the other one

this is the spiciest shit you can get out of me honestly. im a very squeamish ace person, but willing to push myself as a writer, so this is a result of that. imm honestly very happy with this one, i honestly think its one of my best, if not personally THE best, to date, sssoooo. theres that. would love to hear what you think if you choose to read it, it would mean a lot! 💜

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip paced back and forth in the hallway, trying to arrange the words into the correct order in his mind. He didn’t know how long he had been there trying to make sense of everything, the track of time was a foreign concept to him at this point, and the liminal space of the hotel corridor wasn’t really helping him with that. All Kip had was the number of the correct hotel room, and a burning passion to get his title back.

Almost on an instinct at the thought, Kip glanced at his shoulder, his face sinking a little at the lack of gold on it, once again. While people would probably have said that the BTE title didn’t mean much of anything in terms of success or career highlights, Kip heavily disagreed with that statement. Maybe it was because it had been the one title he had held in this company, be it a shoot vlog one or not, but it held a special meaning to him and a special place in his heart.

So not only seeing Orange Cassidy now hold it, but also living with the knowledge that Kip had lost the title specifically to him after everything, it was just something he wasn’t able to handle very well.

Kip stopped pacing for a second, standing in front of the hotel room door, raising his hand up for a stern knock. He didn’t do it though, only groaned in annoyance, returning back to walking in circles. It was late, he was probably asleep already anyway, so Kip wasn’t really sure why he bothered with all of this so much. He could easily sleep on it, or at least try to, and catch Cassidy first thing in the morning, to demand a rematch for the title that should rightfully still be his.

“Hey.”

Kip froze in place, the familiar voice catching him off guard. His eyes shot towards it after a split second, staring at the blond standing in the now open doorway that Kip hadn’t heard opening as he had been way too deep in his own thoughts, Cassidy letting out a yawn as he ran a hand through his short hair. There was something in the look he was giving to Kip that he wasn’t quite sure how to decipher at first, but as Cassidy continued to speak, it became pretty obvious.

“Can you stop that? Some of us are trying to sleep here.”

Annoyance. It was definitely annoyance.

Too bad for Cassidy he wasn’t as annoyed by the situation as Kip was, as the Brit stepped closer, getting up to the blond’s face. Cassidy didn’t even flinch, the pair of unamused blue eyes just staring back at him as he yawned quietly again.

“Well wake the fuck up sunshine, I want my title back.”

Cassidy just looked at him, lazily leaning against the door frame without moving an inch. The situation reminded Kip a lot about the way Cassidy had initially coaxed the title match out of him in the first place, just confirming the feeling Kip had had earlier while planning on putting himself into this situation that he had to fall down to similar tactics to best the dastardly Orange Cassidy this time around himself.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Cassidy asked, shrugging his shoulders a little. He clearly wasn’t going to move or give into Kip’s demands, which Kip was sure he already knew. Cassidy was just playing mind games with him at this point, growing the Brit more and more irritated at him with every ignorant statement he made.

“The title! I want a shot!”

Cassidy blinked at him blankly a couple of times, before leaning a bit closer, out of the doorway, glancing around the two of them up and down the empty hallway. Kip watched him, clearly confused, as Cassidy returned back to his original position, shrugging again.

“Brandon’s not here. The stand-ins are not here. I can’t give you a title shot unless it’s official.”

“You think this is a joke, don’t you?”

Cassidy didn’t reply, he didn’t react to the statement at all, but Kip could sense it from him. The blond was making a mockery of the precious vlog title, his precious vlog title, and Kip wasn’t going to stand for it. He stepped closer, as close as he possibly could to Cassidy, eyes narrowing at him as Kip huffed some extremely annoyed energy out of himself, trying his best to ignore the way the tips of their noses softly brushed against one another.

“You’re gonna give me a shot at the title, and you’re gonna give it to me now!”

“Okay.”

Kip went quiet, just staring at Cassidy for a second before his brows furrowed, Kip leaning slightly away from him, clearly suspicious about this situation.

“…Okay?” he repeated, trying to work it out in his brain what the blond was on about.

“You can have a shot.”

Kip was still definitely suspicious about all of this, the conclusion came around much easier than he expected, but at the same time he had always known that Cassidy wasn’t made up to be a champion so maybe he was already regretting this and wanted to lose the title to avoid the responsibilities that came with it. Maybe Kip showing this passionate side of him to Cassidy was making the fraud of a current champion realize how much he actually wanted this, making Cassidy regret ever taking it from him. Maybe --

“But you have to earn it first.”

Getting another sudden flashback to how Cassidy had pulled his title shot out of him, Kip bit his lower lip, swearing he could see a little teasing smirk tugging in the corner of Cassidy’s mouth at the sight of Kip’s obviously racing thoughts. Maybe he was also thinking the same thing, how things had happened last week, agreeing to have a repeat of that. Or maybe that was just what Kip wanted out of this, what he wanted to believe.

“Or you can just say no and we can leave it at that and --”

“I-I’ll do anything.”

The words slipped out of his mouth before Kip could stop himself, the desperation in his voice so obvious he couldn’t help but the wince a little afterwards. Of course he meant it, but he wasn’t supposed to show weakness like that, not at a moment like this, not so openly to someone like Cassidy. The blond just looked at him, slowly raising one brow at him, this time Kip being sure there was a smirk accompanying his glance.

“…Anything?”

Kip slowly nodded. This was the one title that had meant so much to him, the only one he had held in recent memory that made him even somewhat relevant in the eyes of the audience. He craved the compliments he got while carrying it around and wearing it, he missed the weight of it on his shoulders, both physically and metaphorically, he missed the glimmer of gold that was truly his. The one thing that Kip had won, that gave him admiration, attention, a reason. He missed it. Kip missed all of it.

And yes. He was so ready to do anything to get it back. Anything Cassidy threw at him would be worth it, to get that title back on his shoulder, around his waist, to have those feelings of importance and meaning again.

Kip watched, in slight confusion, as Cassidy suddenly turned around on his heels, sluggishly making his way back inside the hotel room, leaving the door open after him. Kip stared at the empty, open doorway for a moment, it slowly dawning on him that this was an invitation for him. He could feel his heartbeat growing faster at the sudden realization that it was just going to be the two of them, at this late of an hour, together in Cassidy’s otherwise empty hotel room.

Kip tried to shake the thought off as he stepped past the threshold and inside the room, slowly closing the door after him. He had to remind himself that he was here for the title, for the shot he deserved to regain it, and that was it. Just because it happened to be with Cassidy was irrelevant. He would have done this with anyone else too. Maybe not like this, maybe he would have been more patient with someone else, but Kip definitely would have demanded a title shot. He --

“Come here.”

Kip looked at him, spotting Cassidy sitting at the end of the bed, slowly patting the spot next to him. Kip hesitated for a moment before he managed to get his feet moving again, slowly approaching the bed and the blond sitting on it. He felt nervous, without really being able to put a finger on why. He forcefully pushed the memory of Cassidy pinning him against the couch a week ago out of his mind, knowing this time wouldn’t be like that. This situation was different, he had no reason to try the same trick on him twice.

Kip finally sat on the bed next to him, watching as Cassidy inhaled deeply, leaning his arms against his legs as he leaned forward on his spot, clearly switching gears into a thinking mode. Kip didn’t bother to ask him anything, it was fairly obvious that he was running through scenarios on how the Brit would be showing that he had earned another title shot after just losing to him. Cassidy wasn’t the kind of person to really plan much ahead, he thought more on the spot, or so Kip had at least noticed throughout the torment he had put the blond through in the past months. So it didn’t really look like he had planned for this either, for Kip coming up to him and demanding a title shot, and being put into this position of having to come up with something.

God he would be such a boring champion.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kip scanned the side of his face, staying quiet as Cassidy didn’t look back at him despite asking the question and waiting for an answer. The silence seemed to be enough for him though, as he continued.

“Are you really here only for the title?”

Kip looked at him, feeling an odd lump in his throat that he was sure wasn’t there before. He nodded his head quickly though, before clearing his voice a little.

“Of, of course.”

Cassidy snorted, still not looking at him, but Kip could see the teasing smile playing on his lips.

“You’re lying.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, only watched as Cassidy finally turned back towards him. The odd combination of both softness and intensity in his eyes was almost mesmerizing, Kip hadn’t really paid much attention to it before if he was being honest. Usually when he saw Cassidy without the sunglasses was inside the ring, in a differently heated moment where he had a reputation and a fighting spirit to keep up to, which was so much different than the sleepy, almost domesticated feel to the look he was giving to Kip here.

“You’re really telling me that you are here, at two in the morning, in my hotel room, when you could have done that at any point tomorrow or even tonight, just through a simple text message or a call, begging for a title shot that barely matters… And that’s all?”

Kip slowly and hesitantly nodded, getting an uncharacteristically emotive chuckle back from Cassidy who just shook his head, the smile now very obvious on his lips as he just kept looking back at Kip.

“You’re a terrible fucking liar.”

Kip opened his mouth to reply, but he had no words. He could have just easily lied about it, but something in his head was preventing him from saying any of that. Something in him didn’t make him want to sit there and lie at Cassidy, not directly to his face, but at the same time he couldn’t admit the true nature of things to him.

He could barely admit it to himself that maybe, maybe there was something a little bit more to this and his impatient passion than just regaining the title. Because Cassidy was right, he could have waited, he could have done this at any point, without being so aggressively over the top about it, without not wanting to waste any chance Kip could get to end up in this position.

The position where Cassidy suddenly, yet clearly deliberately leaned closer towards him while Kip was weighting through his potential replies, with ease cupping one of Kip’s cheeks into his hand as the Brit wasn’t even trying to stop him or resist against the touch, pressing their lips against one another.

Kip couldn’t lie to him, because he wanted this. He had hoped for this. Fuck, he had begged in his mind to put back into this position, and there were no known words on this whole goddamn planet that he could say to make it appear otherwise.

Kip slowly responded to the lazy kiss, Cassidy almost immediately pulling away from him, erupting an annoyed groan from Kip. Cassidy just smiled at him, knowing that he got him in the palm of his hand so easily, both figuratively and literally as his thumb ran over the Brit’s cheek.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Kip.”

The way Cassidy said his name sent shivers down Kip’s spine. The soft, yet stern voice put him under a spell he couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to, but the hold it had of him was like no other, the soft touch against the heating skin of his cheek just adding a layer to it all that made it feel like a dream Kip didn’t want to wake up from.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

Cassidy tilted his head, almost acting coy before he leaned closer again, trailing a row of soft kisses along Kip’s jawline. He bit his lip to hold back a moan, his breathing tightening as Kip could feel his heart rate increasing against his will at the touch of Cassidy’s lips against the scruff covering his skin while his hands worked to unbutton the rest of the Brit’s shirt with ease. Finally his hot breath tickled against Kip’s ear as Cassidy’s lips reached it, a clear smile in his voice as he whispered, “Good boy.”

Kip flinched a little, pulling away from Cassidy’s touch, taking in a deep breath, much shakier than he expected it to be. Cassidy just looked at him, the smile still playing on his lips, barely visible yet so comforting that Kip couldn’t help but to rush forward, wanting to wipe that look from his face before Cassidy could unlock more embarrassing feelings out of him, pulling the blond into a kiss. Cassidy chuckled at him, giving Kip the moment he needed to deepen the kiss.

The next few moments passed him by in a bizarre haze of passion, Kip feeling the blond moving into his lap with ease, stripping him out of the already unbuttoned shirt, hands moving into his hair to run through it. The few gentle tucks of his hair made Kip moan quietly against the kiss, in the end Cassidy clearly taking the hint as it felt like he was doing it on purpose to work Kip up, letting him barely catch his breath anymore.

As the kiss was finally broken apart, Cassidy stopped to admire his handiwork; the disheveled hair, flustered cheeks, closed eyes, and slightly parted lips as Kip was trying to steady his breathing to stop his head from spinning, looking so euphoric in his state that Cassidy let out a few swears of his own in his mind at the piece of art he had created. He hadn’t stopped before to ask himself if this was the right thing to do, but seeing Kip right there in front of him melting against his touch on more levels than just one, he knew this was what he wanted to begin with. Since last week, in fact. But…

“Hey.”

Kip didn’t open his eyes, still trying to steady himself and his spinning head, but he nodded a little in acknowledgment.

“If… If you want to stop, it’s okay. You’ve earned your shot.”

Kip’s brows furrowed but his eyes remained shut, just listening to Cassidy’s words. The blond wanted to make it very clear he wasn’t going to push the boundaries more unless this was a mutual feeling between both of them. Honestly it had started as Cassidy just trying to see how serious Kip was about all of this title shot talk after what Cassidy himself had done to get his shot the week before, but somewhere down the line since Kip had appeared unannounced and clearly so, so desperate on the doorstep of his hotel room, something had changed.

He didn’t want to see how far Kip was willing to go anymore. Maybe it was because the things he would do were becoming fairly obvious, or maybe Cassidy just wanted this to be more… Mutually enjoyable and beneficial moment instead. Something a bit more than just him trying to tease Kip into backing down.

“Unless you… Want to go on.”

“I… I do.”

Kip was still clearly out of breath, but he nodded his head again, Cassidy feeling the fingertips digging into his hips, only now really taking notice where Kip’s hands had been this entire time. “I do. I really… Really do.”

Sensing nothing but sincerity in his words, Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing a soft peck from Kip’s lips before he pushed himself up on his feet from his lap. Kip’s eyes opened as he felt the body heat of the blond disappear from his immediate vicinity, his cheeks flushing even deeper color of red as he saw Cassidy kneeling down in front of him, hands working on undoing his belt.

Kip almost wanted to ask him to stop, a sudden wave of shame and vulnerability washing over him, but as Cassidy continued to undress him without any objections, the clearly careful and practiced movements of his hands tucking the tight jeans down, Kip just found himself biting his lip to stop himself from letting out a single sound, just enjoying the brushes of Cassidy’s rough hands against his exposed skin, just the mere contact making Kip grow slightly more and more insane each time.

As Cassidy struggled a bit with the final pull of the pants, Kip wiggled his way back on the bed, the movement helping to release his legs from the denim trap. There was something almost perverse about it, how Kip was now laying on the unfamiliar hotel bed only in his underwear, watching as Cassidy crawled back on it, still fully clothed, leaning over him as the blond observed every bit of Kip, inch by inch, as if he wanted to consume all of him.

And honestly, Kip absolutely wanted him to do all of that.

Cassidy’s hand traced up his toned midsection, a line of fingers running between his pecs, raising goosebumps on Kip’s skin.

“Has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”

Cassidy looked straight at him, Kip having to actually turn away to avert the gaze, feeling the words catching in his throat. He wanted to reply something back to him so badly, but Kip was afraid of stammering, saying the wrong thing, making a fool out of himself. Making all of this stop if he said something that Cassidy didn’t want to hear.

Kip could feel Cassidy’s hand climbing up from his chest, pressing onto his cheek, slowly but firmly turning Kip’s face back towards him. Cassidy smiled down at him, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Kip’s cheeks were burning, even more so as the blond leaned in for another kiss. Stealing the wind out of his lungs with ease as Cassidy locked their lips together, Kip tried to keep any coherent thoughts going on. Which was extremely difficult for him, as he could feel Cassidy’s soft lips against his, his tongue in Kip’s mouth, his hands wandering around the side of his face and the other in his hair. Kip felt like a mess under his grasp, melting into a puddle of his own wants and desires, drowning in the shows of affection he had been craving for the entire night.

Cassidy pulled away first, Kip leaning up after him, trying to hold onto the kiss for as long as possible. Cassidy hummed a little at his longing for the affection, clearly content with the response he was receiving, pressing a quick kiss on Kip’s cheek instead.

“You’re so beautiful I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.”

Kip was completely at his mercy, feeling Cassidy’s hands leaving his face and his hair, helping the blond hover over his body instead as Cassidy slowly kissed his way down him. First along his jaw, then his neck, leaving little nibbles on the soft skin, erupting almost embarrassingly soft moans from Kip. Cassidy chuckled at him, stopping for a moment to watch Kip throw one arm over his face, his cheeks so hot out of both desire and embarrassment that he didn’t want to think about Cassidy even looking at him.

“Kip…”

“Ju-just keep going.” His voice was quiet, almost whiny, demanding. And yet he was begging, like the pathetic, needy one he was. Cassidy just looked at him for a moment, before lowering his lips back against his skin, continuing to kiss down his features all the way down over Kip’s chest and his abdomen, only stopping as his hands brushed against the only piece of garment still covering the Brit, in reaction Kip’s hands shooting closer to tangle into Cassidy’s hair, stopping him in place.

The blond glanced up at Kip from under his brows, clearly curious, watching him breath heavily as Kip contemplated his options. Him stopping Cassidy on his tracks was a reflex, one that he didn’t want to act on but had no other choice, already feeling awkward enough in the situation he was put in. But Cassidy just continued to smile at him, that same smile that Kip had seen from him throughout the night; it was confident, soft, full of comfort and understanding.

“It’s okay,” Cassidy almost purred at him, Kip watching as he carefully untangled his hand from his hair. “Trust me.”

Kip suddenly sat up, Cassidy’s brows furrowing a bit at this sudden change, forcing him to sit back up as well. Cassidy’s hand was quick to cup Kip’s face again, the Brit leaning immediately into the comforting touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“You do want to do this, right?”

Kip nodded, rubbing his cheek against the palm of Cassidy’s hand a little. The smile was fast to return to the blond’s lips, as he leaned closer to Kip, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, followed by his free hand gently pushing Kip back down against the bed.

“So let me handle this. I promise you, you’re in good hands.”

Kip wasn’t denying that, he wasn’t denying wanting this either. He really did, and he knew he just needed to get over that first hurdle of not feeling so ridiculously embarrassed to let someone else take over him. Kip could feel Cassidy’s hands running over the cloth, letting out a soft whine in response. As Cassidy chuckled at him softly, Kip’s head whipped to the side, cheeks burning as he couldn’t look back at the blond again.

“Just relax.” Cassidy’s voice flowed through him, Kip shivering a bit, hoping Cassidy didn’t catch onto it. “Lay back, look gorgeous for me and… Keep moaning.” Kip closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he could feel Cassidy’s fingers almost impatiently tiptoeing over his underwear. “I like it when you do that. Alright?”

Kip nodded his head, letting out a quiet whine in response.

“Good Kip,” Cassidy whispered, Kip feeling the last garment covering him being slowly stripped off of his body.

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 1/12/24

Title: Things Are Better If I Stay

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Relationship: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 3 | Trials & Tribulations, Pre-Gyakuten Saiban 4 | Apollo Justice, Disbarred Phoenix Wright, POV Miles Edgeworth, POV Third Person, explicit because they fuck, Swearing, Arguing, briefly, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Trucy Wright, Awkwardness, Crying, Men Crying, Love Confessions, Promises, Talking, Hotels, Bathing/Washing, Facial Shaving, cutting hair, Sweet, Nightmares, Anal Sex, Hotel Sex, Gentle Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Not Beta Read, Consensual Sex

Summary: When Miles finds out about Phoenix's disbarment, he takes a plane home, ready to help his partner however he can.

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Up for a bit of angst today, fellas?

Yes this is yet another ‘Miles Finds Out About the Disbarment’ fic, set in that fertile creative ground of the seven year gap. Many stories have been told of that time. And that subject. This is one of my favorites.

I love how the two of them are characterized here. Phoenix is downtrodden, cynical, and bitter. None of which we can completely blame him for, of course. His entire life has been, not just knocked askew on its axis, but entirely removed from it. Plus he has a whole entire daughter now. He’s been through a lot, okay? And this is only the beginning. We can perhaps forgive him then, when he lashes out at Miles, who only wants to help.

And Miles. Dear, sweet Miles. Like I said, he just wants to help. He just wants to be there for Phoenix in the worst time period of his life. To be his boyfriend’s pillar of strength. And he is. Man, he is. He cares for Nick in just about every way a person can be cared for. Soft, loving Miles is one of my favorite AA fic tropes, and I wish I saw it even more.

The sweet, gentle care scenes are hmmmmmm so good. A true balm to the soul. Even the smut - while extremely hot - is also soft. A real heartbreaker yet also heartwarmer here. It’ll tear you up only to build you back again.

A truly amazing fic.

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Next week: How about some Dreamling? This one is a little number without much plot, but so much love and tenderness. A dash of hurt/comfort. All wrapped up in a beautiful story. Short, but incredibly sweet.

See you later!

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

⚡️ Thunder Howler (OC)⚡️

Russian name: Molniya

Note: Since Thunder is a copycat of Blitz — but less dysfunctional — and I decided to do the translation of the name Molniya which, in German, means “Lightening” 😈

Theme songs:

Goals:

• To get Stolas to understand that he deserves better and to coax him away from his dysfunctional relationship with Blitz

* Also to make sure Stolas is more than loved physically, mentally, and emotionally; to treat him with kindness, respect (things he had been lacking from both Stella & Blitz)

• For Thunder to rekindle the estrangement between him and his biological daughter (even if it meant he allowed Loona to continue her familial relationship with Blitz, despite how hostile he felt about it)

Basics:

Species: Demon (Hellhound)

Sex type: Bottom (sub)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Ages:

• 30 years old (for Stolas)

• 18 years old (for Phoebe OC)

Height: 8ft tall

Sex: Male

Occupation(s):

• Bodyguard for Verosika Mayday (formerly)

* Got replaced by Vortex as soon as she had heard about Thunder giving his daughter up for adoption

• Prince Constort

* Through being married to Stolas, if their relationship goes very well

• Spelling Bee Champion

(Definite dig at Blitz and his spelling 🤣)

• Lead singer of his band (part time)

* Genre: TBD

• Florist (full time)

Nationality:

• Russian 🇺🇦 (from mum)

*So, unlike Blitz, who cusses purposely for aggression, Thunder does it because it’s part of his Slavic culture and they’re known for it.

• English 🇬🇧 (taught by Stolas)

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Flaws:

• Autism / ADHD

• Stage fright

• Insomnia

• Dyslexic

Strengths:

• Sexually experienced

*Thunder is more experienced than Stolas with both male and female partners, which is good because he can teach him what he likes and dislikes when come to being sexually active

• Literacy & spelling (like Stolas 😂)

• Emotionally stable

• Vulnerability

Weaknesses:

• Being family oriented

• Englishness (broken)

* Thunder may be perceived as pushy and gruff due to Russian being his first language for example: “you get better” (and really the accent doesn’t help 😂)

• Pacifism

* Unlike Stolas, who selectively kills as a last resort, Thunder will not be able to murder people even when it comes to friends & family being in danger

Likes:

• Intellectual games

* Crossword puzzles

* Rubiks cube

* Scrabble etc

• Educating people on things

* Particularly telling/showing Stolas CAN be gentle when it comes to having sex (and that it doesn’t have to be BDSM all the time)

• Complimenting on his boyfriend & rewarding him with public affection

• Gardening

* Given Thunder’s occupation, of course, and it fits in very well with one Stolas’s favourite hobbies 🥹

• Musical talents

* Being the leader singer of his unnamed band

• Jokes (especially when Stolas makes them)

• Speaking in his mother (native) tongue

• Calling Blitz by his deadname/vowel

• Stolas being a top (dominant) 😏

• His daughter (familial way)

• Stolas’s human form

• Family orientation

• Reading books

• Soap operas

• Positivity

• Therapy

• Sex (making love)

* Being a bottom

* Gentleness

* Pillow talk

* Foreplay

Sex kinks:

• Human forms

* If bedding a hellhound, Goetia and succubi / incubi (with the help of the Asmodean Crystals)

• Multiple languages

* Mainly the arousing ones like Italian or Spanish

• Being dominated

• Praising Stolas

• Role playing

• Leg fetish

Dislikes:

• Swearing

*Again, it’s apart of his culture to swear — unlike Blitz who does it out of aggression — but even though he does it himself he still doesn’t like it. Stolas would be pleased he doesn’t have to say “language!” every 5 minutes - which is ironic because he swears too… awww soulmates!! 🤣)

• His family being strictly homophobic (especially about Stolas’s sexuality)

* In Russia the punishable offence of being gay is death, so Thunder doesn’t mean to be a hypocrite, but it was how he was raised by, culture-wise

• Constantly being compared to Blitz and reminded that Thunder was never there for Loona as a father

• Stolas getting hurt (emotionally and physically)

• The song “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley

• Blitz being a good dad to Loona 🤣

• Striker trying to kill Stolas (twice)

• Being treated like a pet / servant

• “Quiet Time” being interrupted

• Loona being upset with him

• The idea of eating rats

• Being rough in bed

• Murders >>> I.M.P

• Dysfunction

• Blitz himself

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Romantic interests:

• Stolas of the Ars Goetia (boyfriend ❤️‍🩹)

• Moona Moonstone (baby mama)

• Verosika Mayday (formerly)

• Blitz Buckzo (temporarily)

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Friends:

• Moxxie & Millie Knolastname

• Loona Buckzo / Howler

• Joe & Lin

Other:

• T.J. of the Ars Goetia

* illegitimate child of Stolas & Blitz

• Blitz(o) Buckzo

* Arch rival & co-parent of Loona

Enemies:

• Hellhound Adoption Centre

* For mistreating Loona for years on end 😈

• Andrealpus & Stella

• King Paimon

• Striker

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Nicknames:

• Alejandro (by Stolas, when role playing 😆)

* My dear/love

* Darling

• Your guy (by Angel Dust, to Stolas)

• Thunder (by Loona & Stolas)

• Hound (by Alarik - RP)

• Brother (by Anastasia)

• Molniya (by Anfisa)

• Mutt (by Blitz)

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Family:

Mother: Anfisa Belovuk-Howler

Father: Richard Howler (✝️)

Sister: Anastasia Howler

Immediate:

Husband: Stolas of the Ars Goetia

(step) Daughter: Octavia of the Ars Goetia

(biological) Daughter: Loona Buckzo / Howler (estranged)

(adoptive) Daughter: T.J. of the Ars Goetia

* She is also the illegitimate child of Stolas & Blitz

Extended:

Father-in-law: King Paimon of the Ars Goetia

Mother-in-law: Queen Octavia of the Ars Goetia (Sr) (✝️)

Unnamed aunts and uncles AKA Stolas’s siblings

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Family name:

• Howler (original)

• Ars Goetia (via Stolas)

• Buckzo (via Blitz)

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Abilities:

• Weapon proficiency

• Human disguise

• Night vision

Unique:

* Dog noises

Skills set:

• Polyglot tongue

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Appearance & personality:

Thunder is a white and grey wolf-like hellhound with red sclera and white irises (similar to Loona). He has a athletic build from his days of body guarding as well as moving around horticultural and it’s items

Human form:

TBD

How would you describe Thunder’s personality?

(Pretty much everything that Blitz isn’t 😂)

• Homophobic

* As a part of his culture which includes killing people who are actually gay! Which is why he had run away from home because he didn’t want to be killed for being attracted to men half (pun intended) of the time

* Jealous of Blitz and Stolas’s relationship 😆

* Professional

* Respectful

* Protective

* Comedic

* Honest

* Patient

* Loyal

* Kind

* Wise

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Relationships:

Anfisa Belovuk-Howler:

Thunder’s mother was very strict with his upbringing and very much a homophobic which had lead Thunder to keeping it a secret that, if in future, he was pansexual.

He also oftentimes didn’t understand his mother’s accent or why she wanted him to learn Slavic languages but he went understood the best he could have done.

Ever since being forced to put Loona up for adoption as a pup, Thunder had cut all contact with Anfisa and taken his father’s surname, despite not being a “good influence”

Richard Howler:

Thunder had never met his father because he died when he was a puppy but he hadn’t heard good things about him so he was really indifferent about it.

Anastasia Belovuk-Howler:

TBD

Moona Moonstone:

Moona was Thunder’s first one night stand as he had begun to dabble around with his sexuality. But unfortunately he was more reckless than careful and soon enough impregnated her by accident.

Loona Buckzo / Howler:

Thunder has never met his daughter and when he had briefly, as a pup, Anfisa had stomped on it and told him to put her through an orphanage (preparing her storyline with Blitz 😈) and that no son of hers will be a father to a “bastard” child out of wedlock

His goal is make it up to Loona for “abandoning” her and putting her in the Hellhound Adoption Centre as a puppy and wants to rekindle their estranged father/daughter relationship

Stolas of the Ars Goetia:

The relationship became complicated whilst they were both “rebounding” (on the owl’s part 😂) from their previous relationships. Thunder first met Stolas in a gardening store to pick up some supplies for his flower shop.

Stolas had told Thunder that the didn’t want anything more than causal sex because he was still hurting from his “relationship” which both parties were in agreement.

Over time as Thunder and Stolas grew closer and closer to one another they eventually developed into a natural relationship (after many arguments, hurt feelings, and growth, and some respective therapy sessions)

Blitz Buckzo:

Thunder had NEVER liked Blitz. Not on— okay, maybe for a while he had, but that had been before finding out about his personality and type of person he was.

He also hadn’t liked the way Stolas would speak of him highly and even announced that he sometimes missed their situationship affair.

Thunder would oftentimes remind Stolas that he was in a better relationship now and that he didn’t need Blitz or his dysfunction anymore, that, he had done it out of the goodness of his heart to give him the book so he can continue his business but it wasn’t reciprocated in return.

Angel Dust:

Angel Dust had been the one to introduce Thunder to Stolas to help him “get over” Blitz and help the latter start his new life

T.J. of the Ars Goetia:

Thunder was excited to be a father to T.J. to begin with — hoping to incorporate some of his GOOD traits into her — but when she started having more of Blitz’s mannerisms he started to become more indifferent & polite towards her

[comatosebunny09]

cater 2 u | sylus

summary: you can't sleep. he tires you out in the best way. warnings: female anatomy described, soft!dom sylus, fingering, explicit language, praise kink, pet names, heavy petting, bodily fluids now playing:  go to war - tanerélle alright - victoria monét notes: for @muvaginger. the sylus brainrot is too real. thank you so much for reading! ❤️❤️❤️

It comes through the serene, amber glow of your bedroom. Through the slurry of your thoughts and your restless leg syndrome.

It’s a gentle pressure in the form of idle fingers smoothing along the skin of your belly. Meant to soothe, to anchor you down as the maelstrom behind your skull threatens to spill out and sweep you away.

His reminder that he is here and very much real.  

“Can’t sleep?” he rasps from behind, voice heavy with exhaustion. Sends tingles down your spine, and his breath stirs the hairs at the nape of your neck.

Your stomach pulls, heart sinks. You must’ve woken him up with your jostling about.

He doesn’t sleep well himself. The constant traveling between the N109 Zone and Linkon has its drawbacks. Transitioning from darkness to light so abruptly has surely mucked up his circadian cycle.

Doesn’t help that he abhors the sun. On cue, it defiantly creeps through the slit of your curtains, casting both your faces in an amber stripe. He bears it all if only to see you. To feel your pulse beat beneath his lips, to hold you like this.

You stroke his wrist with an apologetic thumb. “No, sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

He groans low like distant thunder. Tugs you closer until your ass sits all perfectly in the notch of his pelvis, and his chin finds the pocket of your shoulder. He tangles your legs together, arms possessive around your middle while he caresses your feet with his surprisingly soft ones.

He clings to you like a lifeline. You revel in the notion that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. Stripped down, bare-boned, all lovey-dovey, with cartoonish hearts swirling overhead.

He’d thump you for thinking like that. He hasn’t gone soft; he swears it.

“S’alright. Can’t expect you to completely change your routine for little old me.”

You scoff at that. Study the flutter of the curtains across from your bed as a breeze eases in. You’ve already changed your lifestyle so much to accommodate him.

“You talk like I wouldn’t give you the world.”

A chuckle roils in his chest, vibrating your back. Your bed sheets rustle as he shifts to press his lips to your carotid. Mouth lingers there like he intends to soak all the warmth of your body into his. You shiver.

His voice crackles with emotion peeking through the grogginess. Something quiet and raspy, barely audible beneath the hum of the AC. “You are my world. And right now, my world is having trouble sleeping.”

Sylus can be the epitome of sweet when he wants to be. Has a hand, hot and coaxing, on your sternum, scorching you from the outside in. His thumb coasts over the grooves of your ribcage, and he roots his nose behind your ear, inhaling deep.

“So, what can I do to help?”

The pressure in the room shifts. Heavy, buzzing like white noise in your ears. When you swallow thick, your throat clicks, and you feel his lips curve upwards against your skin.

His tone is deceptively innocent. Had he been anyone else but Sylus, you would deem his intentions pure. However, the coarse pads of his fingers outlining the underside of your breast warn you against it. You inwardly snort at his cheekiness. So much for being ‘sweet.’

You go for coy. Make yourself cozier halfway on your back, a smile rounding your lips. You reach back to curl your hand around his nape. Thread fingers in a thatch of messy white, and he groans something bitten-off at the attention. You quietly grant him more access to your body, knowing the path he intends to err down.

“Dunno,” you say on a wistful exhale. “Maybe a big, fat sleeping pill would help.”

That laugh again. Coarse like P80-grit sandpaper, and you feel it shoot straight to the space between your thighs. You clench them together to ward off the pulsing.

He ponders all low and throaty, dragging his mouth up your neck until his teeth tease your earlobe. He steadily grows hard against the cleft of your ass. Rolls his hips sluggishly against you as if to convey, yes, this is very much your doing.

“I can think of more effective ways to help you relax, sweetie.” There’s danger there. A wicked curve to his tone, reminiscent of the bold under-notes of whiskey. You take the bait regardless.

“Like how?”

“Hmm. Well, I was thinking we could start with a nice massage.”

To punctuate his words, cupped palms mold around your tits. Weigh and knead them all slowly and thoroughly in the way you like. In the way that makes your tummy flutter and your panties sticky, and you’re pinching your thighs together to take the edge off.

“Starting right here.”

His breath is hot and sodden as he traps your puckered nipples between his fingers. Tugs, and it borders between pain and pleasure. Occasionally, he scrapes his nails over them, the sensation amplified by your nightshirt stretched thin over your breasts. You bite your lip against a whimper. He sees that as a challenge to make you cry his name.

“Then maybe here,” he pursues, groping your tits with one hand whilst the other embarks on a languid journey southward.

You’re halfway between a pant and a giggle as the flat of his nails graze your belly, all honey slow in pursuit of your waistline. Sylus then drags his fingers over your thigh, avoiding the space where you crave his touch most.

You wind your hips to chase his hand, and he chuckles something abrasive at how cute you are. How adorable his little darling is, desperate for his fingers, his touch.

Instead, he takes to kneading your thigh, and he peers down to watch your skin crater between his fingers as he slowly encourages your legs to open.

“Here,” husked into your ear, his voice prickling your skin. He runs meticulous lines up and down your inner thigh. Gentle, gentle, and you spread open so pretty for him like a flower.

Each time, he ventures closer to the sticky mess between your legs. He braces you against him with an arm snaked around your neck. Not enough pressure to choke you, but enough to remind you of his power and how the tide could easily shift if he deems it necessary.

“And here.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath from him, all shaky and ragged. His dick jumps against your backside when he finally, finally teases the seam of your pussy. It’s quick and maddening, and you ruck your hips up to chase the sensation once more. He laughs because you’re so eager, and your mind fills only with Sylus, Sylus, Sylus.

“Sy,” you pant. You sound pitiful. Needy, but you could give two shits about keeping up facades right now. You crave him in a way that edges animalistic, and he knows it by the earthy scent of your pussy permeating through your panties.

“Yes, sweetie?” he coos. It’s doting, nurturing, and dulcet because he knows you love it when he talks to you like this. Like you’re something delicate, something to be exalted, and he’d give you the moon and stars if he could.

He teases you through your panties with the flat of nails, reveling in how your hips jerk and your breath catches each time he does it. Teetering along the edge himself, his breaths jerky and his hips winding in tandem with yours.

“Please,” you whimper, pelvis undulating against his like waves licking the shoreline. “Please, please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for anymore. You don’t know what you need anymore.

“Hmm? Please, what?”

“Please just…fuck.” He gets off on this, making you beg so nicely for him. You’re too tired to argue. Too drunk off the feel of his body behind you and his weighted dick pressing to your spine, and if he keeps talking like that, you’ll cum from the pitch of his voice alone.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“Here,” you gasp out, and your vision’s blurry around the edges as your stomach gnarls and twists. You wrap shaky fingers around his wrist, guiding him to where heat builds. Where you throb for him so eagerly. “Need you here.”

“Right here?” he parrots, his voice strained. His mouth seals around your jugular as he strokes up the slit of your pussy. Hard in that way you like, sending pleasant jolts to your synapses.

You burn hot as your hips surge off the bed, and he groans something appreciative at how your body responds to him. You’re always so good. Too good to him.

He taps your pussy once, twice. Sucks in a breath, and spots of milky white circle the edges of your vision at his ministrations.

He groans alongside you as he builds a steady rhythm thereafter, stroking you with the finesse of an artist molding pottery. And he rubs and pats and teases until you’re a mess of incoherencies in his arms. He licks up your throat, breathing all hot and uneven in your ear, promising the best of things.

“Oh, you feel so good here. Need you to stay with me, kitten,” he rasps, closing a large hand around your neck. “Want to take care of you.”

You’re trying to hang on. You honestly are, but if he keeps on like this, you’ll be painting the seat of your panties with your cum in no time.

Cold air suddenly kisses your swollen labia. You’ve barely time to react to him rucking your panties to one side before his fingers are there again. Spindly and rough, parting your pussy lips and pulling back the hood of your clitoris in search of the pearl nestled within.

He finds it in no time. Presses against that unfathomable bud of pleasure, and he rubs in meticulous circles. You shackle his wrist down as he alternates between outlining the rim of your sticky, slutty pussy hole and playing with your clit. Teases a finger inside when you’re sobbing ‘til he’s knuckle deep, and fuck.

You both groan as he eases home, your walls greedily sucking his finger in. How sweet you sound, chanting his name like a broken hymnal. Thrashing this way and that, clamping your thighs shut and tugging on his hand to stave off the rush of endorphins. Too much. Too soon. You don’t wanna cum. Not yet. Not—

Sylus kicks your legs further apart, snaking his calf around yours to keep you nice and open for him. And it’s cute how you think you can fight back when he manacles your hands over your head using one of his. He could easily use his Evol to restrain you, but where’s the fun in that? Likes it when you fight. When you act all sweet like you’re not slowly succumbing to the pleasure.

Your head thrashing on the pillow, Sylus eventually works another finger into the fray, and he presses and curls and pistons until your voice is broken and you’re leaking pretty, sticky pearls of white onto his hand.

Pleasure mushrooms in your stomach. Coils in your throat. Threatens to spill you over the edge. “Sy! Sy, please! I can-I can’t—”

“You can,” he counters, voice heavy with lust. Weighed by undertones of desperation, and his brows furrow as he pants through parted, wet lips. He needs this, needs to have his pretty princess spasming around his fingers. You always take such good care of him. Such good care of everyone. It’s about time someone places you on a plinth of your own. “I know you can take it, sweetie.”

His eyes are like liquid sin when they find yours, and you can’t look away. Can’t look away because he’s aching for you to cum. And somewhere between him begging you to…

Cum. Cum. Cum. Give it to me, sweetheart. Let it go. Want it so bad.

Somewhere between the third finger he’d worked inside, and somewhere between his thumb smearing your sticky nectar onto your clit, and his grip tightening upon your wrists to keep you in place...

You cum.

God, you cum, and it’s like stars shooting across an inky nebula. You don’t think you’ve ever cum harder, painting his hand with your essence with a scream corked in your throat.

He works you through it. Coddles and strokes you until you’re pulsing and shaking from the aftermath, and he releases a weighted sigh, panting alongside you as you come down, down from the stratosphere, floating back into your skin.

You’re boneless and loose-limbed. A sheen of dewy sweat paints your body, but it doesn’t deter him. A doting chuckle in his throat, he leans down to kiss your forehead before rolling off the mattress, leaving you cold and bereft of the warmth of his body.

Still, you curl up with the sheets balled into your fists, and the goofiest grin is plastered on your face. Somewhere far off, you hear the pipes of your bathroom hissing to life.

You’re halfway dozing when Sylus pads back into your bedroom. And then, there is the sensation of you being tenderly lifted, his arms sturdy at your back and the crooks of your knees. You nuzzle into the heat his muscles exude, too exhausted to open your eyes or ask where he’s taking you. Just register the feeling of wet steam wading over you and his laugh, warm milk and honey, vibrating your body.

“You can’t fall asleep before I bathe you, kitten.”

“Watch me,” you challenge on a whisper, a catlike smile spreading cross your lips as you fade into inky bliss.

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[angelfic]

— CHERRY RED.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: it's the hottest day of the year, your air conditioning is broken, and all you and your roommate slash best friend slash crush have are a box of cherry flavored popsicles and months of pent up sexual frustration each other

warnings: smut. smut smut smut smut lots of smut and, oh yeah, smut! praise kink, (mild) dom!peter, fingering, (brief) dry humping, ice play? popsicle play? also swearing, no use of a condom because mc is on the pill but use protection y'all. best friends 2 lovers, college roommate au

author’s note: inspired very much so by the sudden increase in weather :) my first time writing smut btw so apologies if it's bad, let me know what u think and happy reading angels! ♡

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me,” you practically yell in the middle of the freezer aisle, wincing when you spot the concerned face of a mother covering the ears of her toddler.

The apologetic look you offer her quickly turns sour when you notice the mother-daughter duo is the reason for your outburst. The reason you’re about to tear off the door to the grocery store freezer and snap it in two like a graham cracker.

They took the last box of lemonade popsicles.

You fight an internal debate, the dehydration from today being the record-breaking hottest day of the year almost swaying your decision not to snatch the box right out of the toddler’s hands, before reluctantly picking up the cherry flavored ones.

Oh well, you think, at least your roommate Peter gets his favorite flavor. It's a little hard to look on the bright side however, when your jeans are sticking to you from perspiration, clinging on like a second skin. Those, and the ill-chosen long sleeve shirt, are the reason you practically run to the self-service checkout counter in a hurry to get home.

You're just about to scan the box of popsicles when your phone dings with a notification.

spiderboy [14:44] bad news

you [14:46] pls don't tell me it has anything to do with our ac

spiderboy [14:46] ...

spiderboy [14:46] ok i won't tell u

you [14:46] parker

spiderboy [14:47] yeah our ac is broken

spiderboy [14:47] can't get a repair guy in til tomorrow

spiderboy [14:47] also we're out of ice

you [14:48] FFS.

you [14:48] i'll get some ice but istg if theres only one bag and that snotty little toddler has it i'm throwing hands

spiderboy [14:48] sorry WHAT.

Grumbling to yourself the whole way, you grab some ice from the thankfully abundant collection in the freezer and get out of there in record time. The ride home is so suffocating that once you get home to your shared apartment you barely spare Peter a glance, tossing him the bag of ice and popsicles.

"Hey," you mutter, having to look away from the sight of him in his black tank top, showcasing his arms. The image of his biceps flexing as he catches the frozen products with his eyes closed - spider-senses obviously - just spurs you to walk even faster to your room.

"Where are you running off to?" he asks, frowning slightly as he gets up to put the stuff in the freezer before they melt in your ac-less apartment. "Come hang out, I'm bored."

Fanning yourself, you laugh at his childish tone. "I need to change out of these clothes. They're like a prison. I only wore them 'cause they made my ass look good this morning."

You see him take a peek at your ass as soon as you say this and you roll your eyes before shutting your bedroom door.

"That they do!" he yells through the door and you slap a hand to your mouth to stop the snorting laughter from being let out, knowing he'll hear the unattractive noise with his heightened senses.

It's times like this, you think as you strip down to only your panties (no way in hell are you wearing a bra in this weather), that you're grateful to be in the know about Peter's biggest secret. Having been his best friend since the early years of middle school, it was only expected he confided in you as soon as he was bitten.

Now you're both in college, he's still Spider-Man and you're still the ordinary human best friend that's hopelessly in love with him.

Yeah, that one may have been a recent revelation, but what can you do! You've always had a little crush on him, but having lived with him for the first two years of college, not only are you even more aware of how insanely attractive he's gotten, but due to his increase in one-night stands since school, you're also aware of your... feelings. Particularly jealousy.

The flirty nature of your friendship definitely does not help matters.

You ponder the fact you've both had dates and flings and the like since high school, strongly alluding to the idea you and Peter will never be a thing, with a sour face as you throw on the least amount of clothing you possibly can - fuck double standards! If men can parade around shirtless in the streets, then you can wear the same tank top and shorts you've had since high school damn it!

Emerging from your room feeling only slightly less like a melted stick of butter, you immediately catch Peter's eye and he chokes on the chilled water he was previously chugging down.

You furrow your brows as he gives you a once over so slowly that you almost regret the outfit choice. And then you remember it's the 21st century.

"Don't give me that look!" you scoff, pointing an accusing finger at him. "If you can wear a tank top without a bra then so can I!"

He swallows and clears his throat, asking you hoarsely, "You're not wearing a bra?"

You raise a brow and fold your arms.

"Is that an issue?"

He splutters and his gaze dips down to your chest for a split second. "No!" he yelps, looking away to stare determinedly at the TV screen. "And stop making me sound like a misogynist, you know I'm all for freeing the nips and all that."

You laugh at the very true statement as you walk over to the freezer, bending over to forage around for the cherry popsicles. Your mouth twitches as you hold back a smile when he goes silent.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, Peter."

"Wh- I was not looking at your ass!" he insists, and when you turn around to throw him an accusing look - and one of his favorite cherry popsicles - you see that he's scowling. "I wasn't. I was just noticing your shorts."

"And my ass, but whatever," you sing-song under your breath. "What about my shorts?"

Collapsing on the couch right next to Peter, you prop your feet onto the coffee table, facing your roommate to prompt his answer. "Nothing, I just... Aren't they the same ones you would wear 4 years ago in gym class?"

"Precisely, my web-headed friend." Grinning at Peter's growing scowl at the nickname, you unwrap your popsicle, tasting the lip-numbing treat while he does the same. "God, I've been sleeping on these. They may just be as good as the lemonade."

"I think you mean better," says Peter, pointing the bright red stick of ice at you. Sticking your tongue out in response, you snatch his water bottle and it's your turn to scowl when he chuckles. "Your tongue is bright red."

"It's the latest look."

You lean back, pressing the water bottle to your neck and moaning at the cold, frosty relief. The plastic soon becomes warm from the heat of your skin, so you eventually just unscrew the lid and pour tiny amounts of water directly onto your skin.

"Oh my God, that feels so good." Peter shifts in his seat and you glance at him to see his jaw gone slack as he stares the water bottle like it's offending him. You feel heat crawling up your neck and it definitely is not due to the heatwave. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I literally feel like I'm watching a porno and I don't know if I would rather be the water bottle or you."

His words make your stomach jolt, but you hide it with a scoff, chucking the water bottle at him. Peter may have been bitten by that radioactive spider years ago, but his ability to catch things without even looking still bugs you to this day - pun intended. "Since the other way around is physically impossible, unless your powers allow you to transform into inanimate objects, you can be me."

Shrugging, Peter finishes off his own popsicle and you shudder at the way he bites the ice so quickly. Your own popsicle is still completely intact.

Speaking of your own popsicle, you decide to bring your focus back to that and pointedly ignore his own moans of ecstasy at the chilled water dripping down his neck.

If the heatwave doesn't kill you, this definitely will.

Since the sensitivity of your teeth won't allow you to bite, the artificial red of the popsicle that's bright enough to rival the red of Peter's Spider-Man suit starts dripping down your hand. Too preoccupied with licking the melted juice before it ruins your couch, you barely register the pause in Peter's own ministrations with the water, instead his eyes focusing on the way your tongue pokes out to catch the sticky liquid.

You lick a long stripe up the popsicle and hear a faint groan coming from your best friend. Ceasing your own movements, you try not to blush.

One thing you've noticed in the last few months is that Peter hasn't had a single girl over. Not that you're complaining, but it's surprising since he once confided in you that not only were his senses heightened, but... other things too. Thus, you can't blame him for probably being turned on by you right now.

He never had the same girl over twice, though. You selfishly did not mind this at all. Not that it would make a difference, you think, shaking your head to rid yourself of any ideas and focusing on your slightly disappointing popsicle.

Sighing, you glare at the stick. "This was good for like two minutes, but I'm still hot."

Running his eyes over your body like he did when you first stepped out of your room, Peter cocks his head. "You wanna try something?"

"What?" you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, plucking your popsicle out of your hand. "Trust me?"

"Well, you are my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," you point out, pretending think about it.

"Exactly, now shut up and close your eyes."

Doing as he says, you wait in anticipation.

After a good five seconds, you're about to open your eyes and ask Peter what's taking so long when you suddenly feel the icy cold wetness of what you assume is your cherry popsicle, running across the top of your chest.

Gasping at the cool sensation, you don't even have time to properly react before Peter licks the liquid off your chest.

You can't hold back the shudder that contradicts the normal bodily reaction you should be having in the middle of a heatwave, partly due to the fact your best friend just licked you, and partly due to the fact his tongue is surprisingly cold - presumably from the popsicle.

"Oh," you gasp, eyes flying open when the popsicle travels to your neck. Despite knowing what's coming next, you sharply suck in a breath of air, your hand automatically threading into Peter's hair as he laps up the red juice, taking longer this time to bite and suck at a particular spot on your neck. He chuckles when you whimper for a second time, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I-I don't think this skin-to-skin contact is particularly effective. Especially when you run like a radiator even in winter."

"Want me to stop?" Peter mutters, his hand coming up to play with the waistband of your shorts and your brain starts fogging up. That doesn't stop you answering him though.

"Don't you dare," you practically growl and you can feel Peter's smirk against your neck. He pulls away and ignores your noises of protest, but instead of moving away completely, he runs the popsicle across your jaw and up to the side of your mouth.

Painfully slow, Peter licks the trail of liquid from the bottom of your jaw and stops right next to your lips, so close that you can feel his eyelashes tickling your cheekbone. "Peter, please," you moan, breathily, your hand sliding down his neck to grip at his bicep.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath and sits back in his seat, but not without pulling you up and over onto his lap, flush against his chest as he throws the popsicle onto the coffee table. Your lack of bra makes you even more sensitive and it doesn't help that you can feel how hard he is through your shorts.

Your whimper is immediately swallowed by his lips as he seals your mouth with his own, kissing you with enough intensity to literally set you on fire - as if the heatwave wasn't enough.

Peter tugs you closer as he kisses you until you're seated right on top of his clothed erection and then the worst happens. He grips at your hips and pushes his own upwards, making you gasp and he takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Continuing his assault on your lower lip as he nibbles and sucks until you're certain it's swollen, you grow more and more frustrated when he's stopped moving. You pull away for breath, feeling lightheaded.

"Why did you stop?" you whisper, still gripping the tops of his shoulders.

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Peter slides his hands up your legs and annoyingly stops at the top of your inner thighs. "I want you to beg again."

You scoff. "Like hell am I going to beg ag- Holy shit," you whimper, falling forward when he rolls his hips again, just once before stopping. "Okay, please, Peter, please."

"Good girl," he mutters, looking up at you lazily through his eyelashes, but with an intense stare that looks like he wants to eat you. You moan at the nickname and his eyes light up at unlocking this new information before attaching his hands back to your hips and pressing your core against him yet again, until your legs feel like jelly.

"Uh-uh," Peter clicks his tongue, lifting you off of him before you can finish and laying you down on the couch. His hand slides under your tank top and up until it rests just below your breast. "You're not getting off that easily after parading around in those tiny, tiny clothes."

"Oh my God," you groan, arching up into his hand, embarrassingly turned on by him despite no proper physical contact. He leans over you and continues nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue swiping over the swollen area every few seconds. "Peter, please."

"Please, what?" he teasingly asks, swiping his thumb across the underside of your breast, but keeping his hand there. "Use your words, princess."

Feeling like you're about to explode, or beat the shit out of your roommate, you tug on his hair in frustration making him groan and chuckle at the same time. The fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you. "Please... touch me already."

"Yes, ma'am." Peter presses his lips to yours again and moves his hand upwards, grabbing a fistful of your breast. You try to stifle your moan but it's impossible when he pinches your hardening nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Shirt, off. Now."

He tugs impatiently at the material and it's your turn to laugh at the scowl on his face. You pull the tank top up and over your head in one swoop and Peter doesn't hold back his groan, a tortured expression on his face. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Stop," you laugh nervously, shy all of a sudden as you try and hide your warming face.

"No, I mean it," he deadpans. The expression on his face is as serious as can be and he places his hands on either side of your face to make you look at him. "Forget giant lizards, you're the thing that's finally going to kill me."

"As much as I enjoy being compared to giant lizards, please pick up where we left off."

Peter doesn't need to be told twice. However, before he touches you he grabs the almost completely melted popsicle from the coffee table and grins mischievously as he takes a bite of the iced stick of juice. Throwing it back onto the table, Peter leans forward with the red block of ice between his teeth and runs it around your nipple.

"Shit," you gasp as the ice melts almost instantly, leaving only his tongue swirling around the hardened bud instead. At the same time, his hand moves down and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. "Off, please, take them off."

Taking your direct commands as a sure sign, Peter tugs your shorts down, taking your panties with them. He swallows roughly and looks up at you, pupils blown wide. "You're so fucking pretty. I mean it when I say your pussy is going to be the death of me."

Growing more and more frustrated by Peters fingers wandering around your inner thighs, but not actually touching where you want him to, you frown at him. "You're a whole lot of talk, Parker. When are you actually going to- Oh, fuck."

"What was that?" Peter asks, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally runs a finger up and down your slit, your arousal making it easy. Your breathing gets quicker and when he slips a finger past your folds and you find your hips moving upwards trying to make his movements go faster. "No words, princess?"

Peter inserts a second finger, allowing you to adjust before adding a third and starting to pick up the pace as your moans and whimpers continue to escape you. His fingers get faster and faster, the palm of his hand in exactly the right spot against your clit which makes your eyes prick with tears as you continue to arch into him. "Such a good girl... You gonna cum for me, baby?"

His words spur your climax to approach even quicker and Peter can feel it coming when you start to tighten around his fingers so he speeds up his movements. The feeling that tugs at you in your lower stomach quickly escalates until it snaps, pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry of ecstasy.

It takes you a minute to calm down and you would believe Peter if he told you that you blacked out for a second. "That was- You were- Fuck. I need you now."

Peter curses lowly at your words as you tug off his tank top, revealing his built torso that you've helped him stich up and disinfect a countless number of times. You fumble at his grey sweatpants, trying to pull them down along with his boxers, but his hand stops you right at the waistband. "Wait, wait. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

If it weren't for the fact that you could see how painfully hard he was through his sweatpants, you would think he didn't want you. Trying not to smile at how sweet your best friend is, you quirk a brow. "I'm definitely sure. Are... are you sure?"

"Are you kidding?" he deadpans. "I've literally wanted to fuck you since puberty hit. And I've wanted to kiss you everyday of our lives since we were 11. Like, romantically."

"You- What?" you choke out the the words, shocked at the sudden confession and unable to hold back the smile this time. "Are you serious?"

"We could continue to discuss my embarrassingly obvious crush on you. Or, you could let me show you by finally letting me fuck your brains out before I literally explode."

"I vote option two, please."

"Smart girl," Peter grins, pressing one more searing kiss to your lips and nipping at your bottom lip before tugging off his sweatpants.

And shit, if he isn't the biggest you've ever had.

"You're going to break me," you moan, one hand gripping Peter's bicep and the other flat against his chest. If it wasn't for his super fast healing, you definitely would be leaving scratches. He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal to ready you.

"That's the plan," he says, determined. And before you can say anything else he enters you, slowly filling you up. The short, breathless gasps that leave you combined with how tight you are causes Peter to groan and grip the side of the couch. You barely register the seat cushion ripping from his super strength, instead focusing on the way he starts moving inside you. "Jesus- fuck, you feel amazing."

His constant praise and his now powerful thrusts make literal tears form in your eyes, your arousal coming back even faster than before. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop your screams, but Peter doesn't allow this and he removes it, leaning over to bury his face in your neck. "I wanna hear every sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours as I'm fucking you."

He emphasizes this statement with a particularly powerful thrust, bringing his hand up to circle your clit with his thumb and you can't help letting out a scream, the tears escaping your eyes as you start to babble nonsensical words. "Don't stop, please, please, please."

"Never," he assures you, panting as he continues thrusting into you faster, deeper and harder, your climax building at the same time as Peter's. "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Me too," you whimper, gripping his back to pull him impossibly closer to you as you let go, having to bite his shoulder to stifle your scream. "Peter, oh my God."

"Let go for me, princess," he murmurs, lips moving against your neck as you finish, his own thrusts starting to slow down and he shudders against you, the only sounds being both of you breathing heavily.

You stay like that for a moment, until Peter's body heat smothers you and you're wishing it was the middle of winter so you wouldn't feel relief when he gets up to shrug his sweatpants on. You watch him do so, unable to move and the sight of you makes him grin like an idiot. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's thinking; he just gave you the best sex of your life, the little shit.

He leaves your clothes and his own vest discarded on the couch, lifting you up in his arms bridal style with ease and carrying you into his room. Once he sets you on the bed, he collapses down next to you.

"So, you've had an embarrassing crush on me since we were 11, let's talk about that," you say, using every ounce of strength within you not to burst out laughing.

Peter scowls, but his expression doesn't match the way his thumb is rubbing circles in the side of your hip where his hand rests. "I was thinking we could talk about the praise kink you so obviously displayed."

"Shut up," you scoff, but there's no malice in your tone because he's completely right. "If it makes you feel better, I've loved you for the same amount of time."

"I bet I loved you first," he protests softly, kissing your shoulder.

Great, now you're back to feeling like a melted stick of butter.

"Hm, I'll take that bet. What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to take his girlfriend swinging across the city," he smirks, knowing he's got you there when you gasp in excitement. Peter is way too protective over you when it comes to his Spider-Man life and swinging across the city is a very rare occurrence.

"I lose, you loved me first, now take me swinging!"

"Yeah, let's wait til you can walk again first."

© angelfic 2022.

[indouloureux]

Helloooo! I absolutely love your work, its amazing. Could i request showering with joe? Some sweet fluff that might end up with smut? Whatever you want!

—+— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

a/n: okay okay i had to like decide if it should be fluff or smut but i'm going both — also i love u. i gave it a title because it's more than 1k words (i think)

18+ mdni — afab!reader, piv, fingering, handjob, soft sex, sleepy sex? praise kink, swearing, dirty talk, creampie, joseph being a lovey dovey. poorly written smut!

your feet pad on the porcelain floor, heard through the muffled shower from inside the shower cub. the cold floor sends shivers up your spine, and you hug your arms to your chest.

joseph moves slowly from behind the glass, the steam rendering him a gaussian silhouette, his head peaking through the rivulets of water as he hums quietly.

"jo?" you call out, a rasp in your voice as your throat gradually wears off its sleep.

you can see him whip his head to wear he hears you, startled by your sudden appearance seeing as it was early in the morning and he's expected you were still asleep. "yeah?"

"can i join you?"

"yeah, sure," there's no hesitance in responding to your soft plea. you smile, and as you discard your shirt, coming with the undergarments, the residue air of the ac that reached the bathroom envelopes your bare body. the hair on your arms rise, and you immediately step in when joseph slides the door open.

he helps you with a hand looped around your forearms, making sure your feet don't slip on the wet cubicle. once you're in, you slide the door shut behind you, and turn to see joseph's weary eyes blinking the falling shower away from his eyelashes before he smiles.

"what're you doing up so early, hm?" he murmurs, voice deep and concerning, as it always was. joseph leads you beneath the shower head, letting the water cascade your body, dampening your hair. "still early, baby. you could have just slept in."

you run your fingers through his wet hair, warm water ridding of the sleep in you. "you weren't beside me," joseph reaches for a shampoo bottle — yours, thank god — and spurts the pearlescent substance onto his palm. "and i missed you."

"already?" he teases, carefully letting the thick soap drop onto the top of your head before he lets his fingertips lather the shampoo on your hair. "it was barely twenty minutes."

you moan quietly when he massages your head, eyes closing as he admires the alabaster foam evade your locks. "it was a long time," you defend yourself. "needed more hugs."

joseph chuckles. "you'll get all the hugs you want later, eh? before i go to work?"

you nod. he dips your head beneath the water once more, rubbing all the soap away from your head. you wince when you feel something drip down your eye. joseph runs his thumbs across your eyelids, kissing your forehead as a non-verbal way to say that you can open your eyes now.

and you do, eyes meeting his doe ones, wide in its own morning tenebrosity. joseph cups your face, hovering his head above yours as to not let any water sting your eyes before he leans in to press his lips on yours.

he gingerly feels up every curve and softness of your lips, tongue poking out ever so often. your hands come up to tangle on his damp locks, bringing him closer to the point where his nose digs deep onto the flesh beside your nose, where his hands had gone down to cup your bare waist and pull you flush against his naked torso.

you sigh when you open your mouth and lets his tongue in, his hot breath fanning your face as he suddenly squeezes your hips. joseph groans when you pull on his hair. "always so needy, are you?"

"you're the one who kissed me first," you nip teasingly at his bottom lip. "who's the needy one now, huh?"

he doesn't answer, instead twirls you around, walks you slowly until your back feels the cold wall of the shower, feeling the rills of hot condensation on your skin. joseph hums. "who was the one who asked to join me?"

your hand untangles itself from his curls, fingers tapping their way down his bold skin until you trace his brazen v-line. his breath hitches, but still kissing you softly. then harder when your finger comes down to trace his slowly hardening cock, feeling the vein that bulges until you give in and wrap your hand around his length.

"how 'bout we just both agree that we're needy?" you whisper. "because i need you. and i know you need me, jo."

"fuck," he grunts when you pump him slowly, loose hand tightening around the base beneath his tip before you twist your wrist around his aching tip, watching as a streak of precum drips down onto your thumb that slides over his slit. "jesus, baby."

"i mean, who's hard early in the morning, hm? not me," you taunt, pumping him too slow for his wanting. joseph ruts his hips a little against your fist, closing his eyes tightly

but then, like a playful retribution, his hand leaves your hips and shamelessly runs a finger through your slick slit. you moan, more like a surprised gasp when he does so. joseph chuckles cockily. "and who's wet?"

he wastes no time in rubbing your clit in slow circles, your hand twisting and fucking his hard cock. you groan into each other's mouths, languid bodies render your foreheads touching and nose bumping against each other. your fist squeezes around his length, and his fingers now stroking your clit just a bit faster.

you raise your hips, his fingers slipping from your arousal and prods at your aching hole. joseph tuts, laughing darkly. "patience, baby. shit— you and your godly fucking hand."

wrist gyrating and moving faster, joseph spares you the impatience by fucking two fingers immediately into you. you mewl, high pitched, the vacant hand that has been limply resting on his shoulder clutching his thick flesh. "oh!"

he grunts against your mouth, hips now absentmindedly thrusting his dick. joseph's fingers curl inside you, tracing and stretching your walls open as he fucks deep into your spot, thumb coming up to rub lazy circles on your bud.

"what's gotten into you, huh? waking up early so you can touch me?" his lips travel to your ear, resting his forehead on your temple as you pump your hand faster, wrapping your fist at his swollen tip.

"but you love it, though," you laugh. joseph plunges his fingers in, knuckle deep, as a squelching sound ricochets between the glass walls of the shower. a convulse of rapture makes his cock twitch at your truth; your pussy turning even more wet at the obscene sounds his fingers and your walls make.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," his lips drag on your temple. "where do you want me to cum, lovie?"

you scratch on his arm, moaning loudly when he moves his fingers faster. "inside. inside baby. fuck. get in."

joseph pulls his fingers out, a small whine escaping your lips as he does so. and you feel a small pool of wetness drip out when he puts his fingers inside his mouth, sucking them clean as he looks at you with crepuscule irises, pupils dilated in arousal. your hand leaves his length, teasing him by letting the flat of your tongue lick up all the slick you got.

"you're gonna be the death of me, baby," he rasps. joseph kisses you once more, a mingle of open-mouthed and breathy kissing. his hands come down to the back of your thighs. "jump."

you do, his strong arms catching you. joseph wraps your legs around his waist, pushing you against the wall. the heel of your feet dig on the spot above his bum, and you feel him rut his base right on your sensitive clit, where you mewl against his mouth.

joseph pulls away from your lips, only to look down on the space between your bodies as your hand comes down to take his cock into your fist once more. you pump him once, twice, occasionally slapping his tip on your clit.

"baby, i'm gonna cum if you don't stop that," he warns breathily.

"alright," you guide his head on your gaping hole, giving him the honors to thrust in you slowly. there's a cacophony of deep and high moans as he pushes in, his bare cock stretching your walls open. and he doesn't stop until he's pushed to the hilt. "fuck, jo."

"that's it," he groans. "take it, baby. you're taking it like a good girl,"

his tip's pressed right on your sweet spot. you mewl softly, kissing and nipping at his neck as he pulls out before completely slamming in, fabricating such lewd noise between your arousals.

joseph's face scrunches in bliss, eyes slammed shut and nose wrinkled, jaw slack and panting as you clench around him when he hits that spot. you push the wet, sticking ophidian curls off his forehead, before your hands come behind his head to grasp at his curls tightly.

"you feel so amazing," he praises, hands clasping at your ass, guiding you when you grind your hips with his. "so pretty like this, baby. all gaping and needy for my cock."

his pubic bone grinds on your sensitive clit, enough friction that you don't need any hands to make you feel more good. the ribald wet slapping tightens the coil inside you, twisting and turning until it hurts blissfully.

"i- i'm close. f-fuck." you throw your head back, just enough for him to dig his nose in the crook of your neck and sucks on the flesh. "cum in me, baby. i want them all. and i wanna keep 'em there until you come home."

your risqué confession has his cock twitching inside. and soon, after a few more thrusts, he's moaning loudly beside you, hips stuttering as his warm seed paints your fleshy walls white. joseph doesn't stop thrusting, letting his head push all of his cum deep inside you, letting it amalgamate with your cum as you climax with a loud mewl.

joseph pants, carefully putting you down to the ground. your knees buckle, falling onto his chest that he wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. you sigh when you feel his lips on your forehead; feeling his warm cum drip down to your inner thighs.

you wince when his fingers lather all his seed and push them in your swollen cunt, thumb cheekily running through your puffy folds as he fingers his cum back in until he feels nothing but your clear slick. joseph kisses you on the nose as an apology.

"will you wake up at six am again tomorrow?"

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[pirateprincessblog]

Hey loveee can you do a yunho smut if s/o teasing him all day secretly infront of the boys (like during a hang out or something) and then he snapped. Which yunho and s/o left the hang out early cuz he will be giving a ‘punishment’

Tease Me More 》 J. Yunho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, public sex, teasing, praising, mention of voyeurism, biting kink, degradation, overstimulation, ddlg role-play (mentioned once or twice), squirting, oral (male receiving)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.6k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Yunho loves bringing you along when he goes out with his friends. He loves your energy, your humour and your personality. It's usually a peaceful ride wherever you go, but today a sixth friend decides to join, forcing you to sit on Yunho's lap for the rest of the ride. Lots of crowded lanes and a delayed arrival, your squirming due to the summer heat and Yunho not getting any release for almost a week mean bad(read: good) news for you.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Y'all know that video of Yunho spinning that CD in the album with his finger? Yeah. Also that video in one of their lives with that deep ass voice? Yeah.

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༻♡༺

You knew Wooyoung and San were funny and loud. What you didn't know was they had this obsession with energy drinks and those mini bottled cocktails. It's a hot sunny day, and you've been in the car for thirty minutes and already had enough. They were already tipsy and a bit too much to handle. The beach was not too far away, but it was Saturday and lots of people were using their day off to cool off in the inviting sea. The AC in the car wasn't properly working, and your bare warm legs touching Yunho's as you sat on his lap only made you want to jump out of the window and crawl to the beach. Hongjoong peacefully drove his brand new Jeep, stopping once in a while at the traffic lights or letting people into the lane.

Your skin was sticking to your boyfriends, and every once in a while, you moved so you can peel yourself off of him. His hands rested on your waist, thumbs gently caressing your skin over the beach dress. He had his nose buried into your hair, enjoying the silky feeling of it and the smell of coconut. Yunho was drained, he had zero energy left from the hard training session the day before. He just wanted to lay on his watermelon floatie and doze off in the middle of the sea.

Yunho was imagining the cold drops of the salty water against his skin, and it was already a big relief. The AC blew warm air into his face, but Yunho was already at the beach. His hands are swinging from the floatie into the cool water, distancing him from the shore and into the peaceful deeper sea. He could taste the salt on his lips. His eyes burned with that weird sensation after diving into the water, and the smell of the sunscreen and the floatie took him back to his childhood. Away from the stage, away from the stares, and away from the judging mirror in the practice room.

Yunho was back in the car when he felt friction between his legs. You squirmed again, desperately trying to find an area that wasn't burning so you can sit. Your dress had climbed up, and your bottom was now clearly rubbing against him. Intentional or not, Yunho needed you to stop.

"Love-"

"I'm uncomfortable." You whine, squirming again.

"We'll be there soon." He sighs, then places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving.

"But Yunho-"

Yunho then pulls a lock of your hair, then places his lips next to your ear. You almost moan at the sensation of your hair getting pulled, but he stops you by putting his hand over your mouth.

"Be good."

And two words were enough to make you calm down. The dominant energy Yunho kept emitting even in non-sexual situations made you feel... sexual.

Yunho let go of your face, then placed his hand at your lower stomach. He applied pressure every once in a while, giving it gentle massages in hopes to keep you patient. It wasn't the beach you were impatient about. It was Yunho. His scent was suddenly all over you, and his skin against yours now felt pleasing. Oh, how hot he was. He wore his black swimming shorts, a dark blue summer shirt, sunglasses, and your favorite, rings. His hair was messy and sweaty at his forehead, making him look additionally hot and fucked out. You want him. You want him so bad.

Your hand innocently lays on his thigh, giving it gentle squeezes. It then reaches behind your back in an attempt to fix the beach dress. Instead of that, you end up brushing your hand against him. You almost smile and sigh with satisfaction. He was ready. You just needed to get a hold of him. Your bottom rubbed up and down his clothed shaft, and you could feel his breathing slow down on your neck. His fingers teasingly rub the area just above your briefs. You're already deep in, but he will join you soon.

His fingers dip under the dress, his hot skin and cool rings finally touching you like you want to. He traces the area around your clit. Each circle is painfully slow, so slow that you want to cry out of pleasure. His fingers finally press on your clit, making your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Head up." He orders.

San was full of energy that needed to be unleashed, and both you and Yunho were thankful for that right now. He was enthusiastic about a game he had bought on Steam, and the rest of the group was carefully listening, leaving Yunho to do his little dirty job.

You bring your head back up, only to let it fall to the front. The pleasure felt so intense, you couldn't help yourself. You were already falling apart in his arms. Yunho wasn't having it with your disobedience. He pulls your hair again, making you whimper and look in front of you. San glances at your face, and Yunho pulls his hand back and pretends to sleep. Once San made sure you're okay, he goes on to talk about the amazing discount and why everyone should get that game. You're even starting to get invested into the conversation, until your boyfriend's hand reaches into your briefs again.

His fingers are spreading your lips apart, while his middle finger is giving maximum attention to your clit. The pace is driving you crazy. It's slow, gentle, and Yunho was surely going to do this for at least another thirty minutes. The beach was so far away now, even though you could see the sea over all of the lanes and cars.

Your hands are gripping his thighs, and you close your eyes in an attempt to focus on the upcoming orgasm. You're not proud of yourself, but you'll gladly take two right now. He pulls your hair again, this time leaving his hand in it and making your head turn towards the mirror at the front. His sunglasses are now resting on top of his head, and his eyes are piercing into yours through the mirror. You feel very hot, not just because of the weather. Yunho pulls his hand away, only to spread your legs a little more and pull your panties aside. He dips his fingers down, just to see how wet you are.

"Oh, you poor thing. You need a cock."

"Shut up," you warn, looking over at the boys to see if they're really that oblivious to what's happening.

"I know you get off to my dirty talk, don't try pretending it bothers you."

"I do, but now is not the time to—"

He inserts his fingers into you, thumb resting at your clit and rubbing it. You want to scream and cry from pleasure, but all you can do is rest your head on his chest and pretend to look through the window while you quietly moan in his ear.

"Keep your mouth shut if you want to cum."

You whimper as a response. That's all you're able to do right now anyway. His fingers curl inside of you, then slowly start moving in and out. Your dress is covering your bottom and his hand, so if any of them look over, Yunho can just pretend to caress your thighs and or stomach. He thought this through.

You feel him shuffle underneath you, his hand doing something in the back. He lifts you up for a moment, only to let you sink down on his cock.

"Oh—"

"Silence," he warns, grabbing your face and pressing his lips on yours.

He lets the dress fall over both of you, but doesn't remove his hand. He's toying with your clit, rubbing it up and down, then in circles, not once speeding up the pace. Your breathing is becoming difficult, and your heart is beating fast. Adrenaline is washing over your body, making you even hope that one of them is watching. It would be incredibly hot to watch someone get off to the sight of you and Yunho fucking and kissing. You pull away and bite down on your lip to hold back noises. Big mistake.

"Fuck, baby. You in a mood for biting?" Yunho puts his finger in front of your mouth, waiting for you to open up for him. You part your lips, gently taking in his finger between your teeth and biting down. "Good girl."

You only manage to look up into his eyes in the way you know will drive him crazy. Your big eyes and slightly scrunched eyebrows with a gentle pout that screams fuck me.

"You'll be the end of me," he whispers, then inserts another finger in your mouth.

Yunho doesn't move his cock. Instead, he just lets you sit there and occasionally gives your clit a few rubs. The intense eye contact is too much for you to handle. You remove his fingers from your mouth, then dive into his lips. The man doesn't mind at all. He cups your cheek, bringing your face and body closer to him. Yunho isn't really a rough kisser. He likes it gentle and deep. His tongue is passionately caressing yours, and he hates to admit it, but he could orgasm just from kissing and watching that fucked face of ours. He sucks your bottom lip, the the top one, then gently bites it.

"I fucking adore your lips," he whispers into your mouth. "So fucking sweet."

When Yunho starts swearing, you know he wants it bad. He pulls away, cupping your jaw with his hand and makes you look up at him once again. You're all red and puffy, lips plump and glistening because of him. He chuckles, then caresses your cheek with his ringed fingers to soothe it.

"You're gonna have to finish what you started, love."

"I didn't start anything," you act dumb and innocent.

"As if I don't know that my pretty girl is also a big tease. You always tease when you're not supposed to, and we both know where that brings you. Acting all confident and brave, but the moment you're alone with me, you turn into the biggest needy slut anyone has ever seen."

You lower your head to hide your smirk. It will only make your grave deeper. But Yunho isn't having it today. He yanks your hair again, this time keeping his hand there.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll forget where we are going."

This time you fail to hide your smile. He raises his eyebrow and laughs in disbelief.

"I forgot just how smart you are. You know what's coming, and you enjoy it, don't you?"

"Of course I do," you reply, then get closer so you can deliver your final teasing move: your tongue peeks out to lick his still red lips.

The car stops, and Hongjoong announces they have arrived. Yunho presses your head against his chest, then tells you to close your eyes. You can hear everyone exiting the car, but Yunho isn't moving.

"Yunho, let's go."

"You go, I'll have to wake her up first. You know how cranky she gets when she wakes up."

"Here are the keys then. If I don't find my car here when we get back, just know that for a short man, I have a lot of anger in me."

"I know that."

"Dickhead."

"Fuck off."

The doors are slammed shut, and Yunho still isn't moving. He's probably waiting for them to reach a certain distance before he can slam you down on his cock and make you beg for it. Just before you open your mouth to ask if they're gone, Yunho throws you on the seats so your ass is up. You moan at the sweet pain and the thoughts of what's coming next.

"You love being a toy, don't you? You love being thrown around, fucked like there's no tomorrow and degraded like a dirty whore?"

You don't answer. Yunho then pulls your hair one more time, enough so he is able to look into your eyes from that position. One thing Yunho absolutely adores is how quickly you turn vulnerable. He could do anything he wants to you, but he doesn't have much time. He'll have to settle for a quick fuck, maybe eating you out as a form of punishment for your behaviour. You can't stand overstimulation, and he knows that very well. He gladly uses that when you misbehave.

He yanks your briefs down to your knees, then flips your dress so that he can see what mess you made. He is satisfied with the amount of arousal there is between your legs. More than enough for him to slide in with no difficulty and giving you the best orgasm you ever had. Yunho then goes back to looking into your eyes. You notice how dark they've gotten due to his expanded pupils. He then places his hand on your neck, still keeping your head thrown back so he can look at you.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He announces, and you don't get a chance to answer. He slides in with force, hips colliding with your ass so harsh it echoes in the car.

"Fuck—" you yelp, hands reaching towards anything for support. You settle for holding onto the door.

He pulls out slowly, then forcefully goes in again. His stare is as hot as the air in the car. He looks absolutely delicious, and you want a taste of him as soon as possible. Your body is trembling from pleasure, but you still want more of him. You want all of him.

"Yunho—" you moan out, eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips into yours.

"You wanted it. Now take it."

His other hand is holding onto your ass, every now and then delivering a spank. You're lucky you don't have to do anything. Otherwise you'd be zero help. You let loud and needy moans shamelessly travel to his ears, and you aren't even aware of just how risky the location for having sex is. Anyone could walk by and see you getting pounded by this incredibly skilled and handsome man.

"This is the last time you pull something like this in front of my friends, understood?"

When you moan instead of replying, Yunho spanks your ass again. You jolt to the front to get away from any more, but quickly go back to press your cheeks to his hips.

"Understood?"

"No promises," you choke out.

His hips stop, and you know you fucked up. Knowing him, he could just leave you like this and go to the beach like nothing happened. But Yunho is having too much fun to let go so soon. You see him lick his lips in an attempt to stop himself from smirking. Outside of all the dirty talk, he loves it when you're confident. He loves it when you're bratty. It means he can use you however he wants to as a form of punishment, and both of you will enjoy it. In conclusion, Yunho loves everything you do. From all the innocent lip bites to the fuck me gaze you like to give him while you're in public.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek. He takes a few moments to decide what to do with you. He could just bend you over outside on Hongjoong's freshly cleaned Jeep and fuck you so good you don't even need anything other than water and him. Yunho has time for that. For now, he decides to flip you over on your back and lift your leg over his shoulder. You're already spread out and ready for him.

"The only good thing you did today. Good girl."

You melt at his praise, hands reaching towards him and pulling him into a kiss. You feel his hot tip rubbing at your folds, but not yet entering. His tongue his carefully giving attention to your lips, tongue, neck, collarbones, until he reaches your breasts. He pinches your nipple. Once, then twice. He loves how your body responds to him. You're a trembling mess, and he isn't even inside you.

You whine, hands now reaching towards your folds to spread them open.

"You know the magic words, love."

"Daddy please."

"That's my girl."

And just like that, Yunho is thrusting into you with ease. Both of you are a sweaty mess, but neither of you let go of the other. Bodies and lips pressed together, Yunho enjoyed every single second in the car. His hands are holding onto your waist, occasionally slamming your body into his hips. You're a moaning mess, fingers grabbing at the fogged window behind you and hair sticking to your red face.

"Fuck, right there—" you moan out when he lifts your lower body from the seats and gains access to more area inside you. "You keep doing that and I'm going to squirt all over you and your friends car."

He chuckles at your warning. "Don't you worry about that. Just tell me when you're close."

It takes a few more hipthrusts and clit rubs to send you close to the edge. Fear is slowly starting to form inside you. You really don't want to ruin Hongjoong's car. He worked hard for it and was proudly showing it off.

"Yunho—"

"You close, love?"

"Yes, fuck yes."

The man looks through the windows, and once he makes sure nobody is around, he picks you up and turns you around so that your back is facing him. He opens the door, then sits on the edge of the seats with you on his lap. His cock is still deep inside you, hips not once stopping the movements. His fingers reach to your clit, now rubbing it faster and harder than before.

"Feel good?"

You aren't even moaning anymore. You're just a groaning and a whimpering mess. You're right there at the edge. Just takes a drop to spill the water from the glass. You throw your head back on his shoulder, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it as you feel your body fall apart. The pleasure washes over your body and hits your lower stomach harsh. You're shaking, body still processing the intense orgasm. You feel liquid pour over your legs, and you hope nothing got inside. Yunho doesn't stop his movements. He's still rubbing you, overstimulating you so bad you want to cry.

"Stop, please," you beg.

"Do you really mean that?" He groans into your ear.

"No," you admit.

His hand is wet with your liquid and arousal, and he's gladly using it as a lube. Yunho is getting close. You know that because his dirty talk has come to a stop and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby— so pretty and tight for me—" He chokes out the last bits of his dirty talk.

You're at cloud nine, feeling more sweet pain than pleasure at this point.

"I'm cumming, where do—"

You get up, his cock slipping out of you. You drop on your knees, stick your tongue out and cup his base. He's mercilessly working on his shaft, not changing the rhythm. His chest is quickly rising and falling, and his sighs and groans are turning into true moans. You push his hands away, then take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, then suck harshly on it. He almost loses his mind. He has to hold onto the seats and your head for support. Your hands are massaging the rest of his cock you can't fit, and just after a few moments, Yunho falls apart in your hands.

"Fuuuck," he moans out, hips unconsciously thrusting upwards to ride out his orgasm.

You swallow the liquid slowly, biting back a grimace at the taste. You don't want to ruin the moment. Besides, he was so good to you. Why not treat him?

He brings his head down, eyes looking deep into yours once again.

"You're doing this again, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, daddy."

[watercolourdreamer]

Indelible Lines (NSFW)

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: To your ire, you’ve developed a terrible infatuation with Viktor and (un)fortunately he’s noticed. Set pre-Act I, when Viktor was a wee student.

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Alternative Synopsis: Oops, my hand slipped after @arcanescribbles posted this artwork. I couldn’t stop thinking about Viktor’s hands gripping the sheets and how damn hot that is. So here we are. Enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Hand fetish, mentions of masturbation, marking kink, fingering, face-sitting, blowjob, praise kink, brief aftercare, reader is very horny, lots of swearing (because why not? 🤷🏾‍♀️).

Word Count: 4.5K

There were many things you were sure of in life: that the world revolved around the sun, that the sun rose from the east and set in the west, and that you were infatuated with Viktor — and it infuriated you.

You prided yourself on being an attentive, diligent student. You consistently aced the biochemistry and physiology classes, were the treasure of theoretical physics, and impressed your cohort at The Academy with your prowess as an artist.

You didn’t have time for infatuations. Ambition and progress always came first.

Then Viktor sauntered into your life. Humble, driven, reckless and self-reliant Viktor.

The golden-eyed Golden Boy that Heimerdinger had dragged from the depths of the undercity. The underdog that had charmed the council and admissions board with his sheer intellect, ambition and self-determination, whilst on trial for trespassing academy grounds. And yes, you could admit there was something to admire in these qualities, but his ‘attractive’ qualities diminished them in magnitudes.

The slight bump at the end of his nose, most prominent when profiled by the setting sun during a physics practicum. The beauty marks that adorned his face and skin; marks that often distracted you when he was too close beside you when you were completing back titrations in chemistry. Beauty marks that left you wondering how many more mapped his skin and how long it would take to kiss each one.

The way he twirled his hair was particularly irksome – chestnut curls twisting and untwisting around slender fingers as he pondered over calculus equations during tutorials and lectures. Such beautiful, clean hands with neatly trimmed nails and elegant knuckles.

For all of your annoyance with Viktor, you rarely interacted beyond your academics. Nothing beyond a blushed and polite ‘hello’ in the hallway or student dormitories, or a softly spoken ‘excuse me’ when he shuffled past you in the library or in lectures, finding a seat beside or near you.

So when Professor Sinclair had paired you with Viktor to complete a group assignment to invent a prototype mechanism together, from proposal to product; to say you were brimming with nervous excitement was an understatement.

Maybe this was providence finally intervening, gifting you the time to get to know the unsavoury aspects of this tall and slender man, and rid yourself of this silly infatuation. Gods knew the occasional, non-committal fucks with your peers weren’t helping.

Providence proved to be a cruel mistress instead.

Much to your ire, Viktor was just as disarmingly charming to study with and get to know. Behind those considered words and soft cadence was a sparkling wit and playfulness that left your sides aching from laughter. He was surprisingly empathetic, expressing concern for classmates who struggled, despite being his bullies during various points during his studies.

Viktor was also filled with a limitless desire to not be forgotten, which you observed underpinned his almost self-destructive work ethic. During your study sessions, you were often coaxing water or food into him with a grumble about “nourished bodies and minds produce results”.

Viktor’s dishevelled bed hair during weekend research sessions also left you breathless each time he arrived at the library, coffee mug in hand. Every time you fought the urge to hand-comb it and feel it’s apparent softness beneath your fingertips.

When he wore slightly unbuttoned shirts to quell the impending summer heat, your mind pondered on whether the rest of him was as pale and sparsely haired.

Your undoing was his smile though — mischievous and carefree in its joy. It was contagious like his playful attempts at “winging it” (Viktor’s words, not yours) with all of your prototype tests. Four months later, everything about Viktor was enrapturing to you and you knew you were truly fucked.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Viktor’s dulcet voice drew you back to reality, away from your thoughts. As you looked up from your notes, you found the young man staring curiously at you, a slight smile betraying his amusement.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks. Yes, actually. He was interrupting, groused your thoughts. You’d been daydreaming about Viktor again. Perhaps fantasising was a more apt word — daydreaming about his mouth on your throat as his fingers slowly fucked your cunt, whispering how you were a ‘good girl’ for him.

“Huh. Um,” you looked back at the mess of letters on your page again. What were you working on again? Ah. Right. Law of Conservation.

“No. No. You’re not interrupting anything,” you assured him as you shook your head. “I just.” You chewed the tip of your pencil absently, noting the hands on the library clock: it was ten to midnight. “It’s getting late. Let’s call it a night.”

“Are you sure?” pressed Viktor, a slight frown on his lips. He raised his pencil to his face and tapped it to his bottom lip absently. A vivid desire to be that pencil flashed through your mind, adding to the heat between your thighs.

Fucking hell.

“You’re doing that thing again — where you chew your pencil in thought,” continued Viktor, calmly, thoughtfully; tapping the pencil to his lips again as if to stress his words. “I thought at first that you had finished your calculations but a glance at your notes suggested you were distracted instead. So, y/n, what is so riveting about your thoughts?”

Everything. Climbing onto your lap and fucking you senseless until your every thought is about me and how fucking good my pussy is for you, answered your mind. But you couldn’t say that.

You couldn’t admit that it wasn’t just a once-off fantasy either. No, you’d slid your lacquered dildo into your aching, wet core for months now imagining it was Viktor’s cock instead. You’d cum to constructed scenarios of him begging for you to let him cum, to let him touch you as your imaginary-self traced the veins of his dick with your tongue.

No, that wouldn’t be an appropriate answer. At all.

Viktor’s shoe tapped the side of your shin, interrupting you from your reverie again. You felt the blush deepen on your cheeks, spreading to your neck as a sheepish apology passed your lips.

“Perhaps it’s best if we call it a night,” chuckled Viktor as he began bookmarking and closing the books he’d been reading for research.

“Agreed,” you said, placing your stationery into your painted pencil tin. “Did you need help with the books?”

Viktor shook his head as he deposited the thick tomes into his satchel bag, alongside his notebooks. Carefully, he stood and reached for his cane, which rested against the table.

“I would prefer to walk you back to your rooms though. Daydreamers have a habit of walking into things, if they’re not careful.”

⁂

The walk back to your dormitory room was pleasant. Viktor rambled about possible solutions for your failed prototype testing this past week, theorising reasons for your failures and how to integrate these observations into your production and design folio.

Once you arrived at your door, Viktor paused as you fished for your keys in your satchel. It was as you slid your key into the lock that Viktor spoke.

“You were thinking about me in the library, yes?”

Viktor’s words knocked the air out from your lungs and your hand stilled, mid-motion. How? How did he know? He wasn’t a mage nor was he a mind reader. So, how the fuck did he know?

“Hmm,” hummed Viktor. “I thought so. I’ve been researching this for months now. If you, eh, feel mutually about me as I do for you. Your breathing quickens in my presence. You blush when we touch. And the times I wore clothing with slightly more skin exposed, you were visibly flustered and couldn’t make consistent eye contact.”

Of course. Your infatuation was obvious and Viktor, being ever the scientist, had analysed the evidence before him. But your thoughts were locked more importantly on his words: “If you, eh, feel mutually about me as I do for you.”

“My conclusions are correct, no?” asked Viktor when you didn’t respond.

Gods, he wanted you too.

“If it is and this is something you don’t want, I won’t speak of it again and we’ll remain friends,” continued Viktor. “Your friendship is more valuable to me.”

He wanted you. Gods. He wanted. You.

Heimerdinger’s fucking Golden Child wanted you.

Your blood pulsed loudly in your ears as you considered your response.

On one hand you could reject his advances based on the principle of your infatuation with him ruining your life, and be done with it. On the other hand, you could fuck out these distracting hormones and truly find out if he was a sex god, as the rumours of the past two years had spread throughout The Academy.

You sighed over your internal dilemma and turned the key in the lock. The mechanism clicked open and you purposefully slipped your key back into the back of your satchel pocket.

You turned to Viktor, grasping the smooth surface of the brass door handle to steady yourself.

His long frame stood tall, brown satchel slung across his lithe body as his gaze held yours: fierce, resolute and proud. A brilliant vermillion had bloomed across the sharp planes of his cheeks, and his bottom lip was pulled slightly beneath his teeth in worry. It was the slight tremble of his hand on the curve of his cane handle that betrayed his nervousness the most – his knuckles stretched white as the cane shook imperceptibly in the soft hallway light.

Viktor was a composed, wretched mess. Just like you.

Carefully you pulled your spine up, curved your neck upwards to look him dead in the eye.

“Viktor, I’m going to open this door and you have to make a decision. Either you a) say goodnight and we remain friends and finish this assignment like this never happened; or b) you step into my bedroom and we fuck until the only thought in that splendid brain of yours is me, and only me.

“So what’ll it be?”

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Viktor’s mind was in a panic.

Had he heard you correctly? Were you propositioning him?

Surely not.

Yet here you stood, eyes beholden with unadulterated lust. Chin held aloft as you challenged him to act on his desires; a jawline that he had wanted to litter with kisses, and use to follow the lines of your neck to the juncture of your shoulder. Press his lips, his teeth into your skin until his name was a litany gasped from your throat.

By Janna, his hand – no, other people’s consenting bodies hadn’t been enough to satiate his desire for you these past seven months. Viktor had wanted you, only you, and that desire had become all-consuming these past four months working together.

He had been starting to regret his request to Professor Sinclair to pair you together for the year. Scared that even though his observations of your lust were correct, you were resolute in your decision for this to remain a fantasy, an unactioned desire.

Yet, all he had to do was cross that indelible line, voice his desire and you were his.

“So what’ll it be?”

That was an easy answer, thought Viktor as he stepped over the threshold, into your room.

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You watched nervously as Viktor’s satchel fell next to yours with a soft thump on your bedroom floor.

You hadn’t expected him to accept your, for lack of a better word, proposition. In all honesty, part of you had wanted Viktor to bid you goodnight and leave, his cane hitting the tile floor a toll that this infatuation was over. That you could move on, both of you certain in your mutual decision to ignore and compartmentalise your carnal desires.

“So, how did you want to do this?”

Viktor’s eyebrows curved upwards, a mischievous smile exposing the middle gap of his incisors as he shifted his weight onto his left leg.

“I imagined we would undress, descend onto your bed,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of your king-size single bed in the corner of the room, “and – as you said – fuck until the only thought in that splendid brain of mine is you, and only you,” teased Viktor, his voice husky and low.

You let out a snort of amusement.

“Hmm,” you stepped towards him, until your hands were on his chest. Then your fingers slowly began unfastening the gun-metal clasps of his academy vest. “It’s hardly fair to use my words against me.”

“Eh, you made your expectations clear and I’m simply acknowledging them,” murmured Viktor absently with a cheeky shrug. His elegant hands touched your chest, teasing the buttons on your burgundy shirt; lightly caressing the cotton fabric. “May I?”

You nodded and let out a hum of approval.

It wasn’t long before your upper garments were gone, the fabric shirked to the floor with a satisfying rustle. The planes of his torso were exposed to you: pale skin spotted with freckles and beauty marks, a thin line of dark hair descending from his navel to the waistband of his blue-grey pants.

Viktor was utterly beautiful. More so than you imagined. Absolutely and utterly divine.

And when your eyes met his, you saw your adoration mirrored in gold; and Viktor swore, soft and low.

He pulled you towards him, his forearm hot against your lower back. Shamelessly, Viktor pressed his mouth against the shape of your jaw, then the nexus of your neck and jawline, suckling down the line of your throat, all the while drawing soft whimpers from deep within your chest.

Surely Viktor could taste the blood in your pulse-point as you keened under his touch. Surely he could hear how it rushed through your arteries, your capillaries, heating your skin with an unbearable fire. Gods, you needed him. You fucking wanted him pressed against every inch of your bare skin, your hips rutting up to meet his own.

“Are you okay moving this to the bed?” you asked breathlessly. Viktor’s teeth dragged across the skin of your collarbone before pressing a soft kiss to the column of your neck. Molten gold eyes gazed at you in the lamplight, and you felt yourself melt under them, into them.

Gods, he wasn’t allowed to be this attractive, you thought. It should be illegal for someone to look at you with such wanton desire.

“Of course. Truthfully, even if you fucked me right here, right now, on this floor, I would still be satiated,” admitted Viktor, thumb caressing the curve of your waist. His words broke something in you and you hastily unbuttoned his pants, pushed him onto the edge of your bed and kissed the bare skin of his muscular thighs.

“You don’t have to,” started Viktor softly.

“Actually, I do,” you interjected, trailing your fingers up and down the inside of his thighs. Viktor trembled beneath your touch; a low, loud moan erupting out of him when you marked his pale flesh with your teeth. You watched his skin bloom red, satisfied. “I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for months.”

“Fuck,” groaned Viktor, eyes wide, pupils dilated and rimmed with gold. “Did you, eh, pleasure yourself to that fantasy?”

“Hmm. Many times,” you hummed, your hand reaching up to fist his hardening cock. You stroked him a few times, feeling the veins that curved around the shaft of his dick. “Did you?”

“I did. However – ah ­– my imagination did no justice to how divine you would actually feel.”

Viktor carded his hands through your loose hair and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes contently as his nails scraped along your scalp. You allowed yourself the moment, letting Viktor calm his laboured breathing. With a deliberate slow sultriness, you opened your eyes and peered up at Viktor from beneath your lashes.

He bit back a moan, teeth pulling his bottom lip inwards.

“Viktor, I’m going to fuck you now, with my pretty mouth, and I want to hear you,” you gave his arousal a hard squeeze and Viktor rewarded you with a whimper. The salty, musky scent of leaking precum sent your mind reeling, and you thumbed it around his sensitive tip, watching Viktor’s face the entire time.

He wasn’t looking at you. His attention was rapt upon your hand, as you stroked him, and your tongue, as you ran it along the thick underside of him and around him. A teasing of what was to come.

You were going to unravel him and enjoy every single moment of it.

Purposefully, you licked your lips and smiled back up at Viktor. His throat bobbed visibly as he gulped.

“I want to hear every sigh. Every moan. I want to hear every praise that falls from your lips, that crosses your mind until you’re cumming in my mouth,” you continued huskily. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Yes.” Viktor nodded earnestly. “Yes, I can.”

“Good.”

Then your lips were around his cock, diligently taking him in as his groans echoed against your bedroom walls – loud and delicious to your ears. You started slow, before setting a steady pace, hand fisted around the base of his cock; hot and heavy in your hands. And when Viktor’s hand gripped your hair in his long fingers, applauding you for being a “good girl”, his words shot straight to your core.

“Fuck. Yes. Keep doing that. You feel so fucking good,” praised Viktor, his voice wanton and soaked with carnal pleasure. Gazing up at him, you watched the normally composed man unravel before you.

His neck was stretched taunt, chestnut hair damp against his forehead. His eyes were closed and his slender hand fisted the bedsheets as hips rocked with great restraint against your face.

You were doing that. You were responsible for the pinch of pleasure in his brow, and the way your name fell from his mouth like accolades. You were causing him to lose all self-control as his hands clutched your navy duvet like a lifebuoy in an ocean; his chest heaving shallow breaths as he approached his peak.

“I’m close. Fuck. I’m,” choked out Viktor, panting with exertion. “I’m going to–”

You enthusiastically hummed around him, then pushed his thighs further out and sunk your mouth down until the tip of his cock touched the back of your mouth. It was this – this is what pushed him over the precipice.

His orgasm was furious in your mouth. The salty strings of his orgasm hit the back of your tongue with a fierce ferocity and you swallowed each one thirstily, like a parched traveller in the Shumiran desert. Viktor’s back bowed above you, your name a choked groan on his lips.

You milked every, last drop of his cum out of his pulsating cock into you; until Viktor pulled you off him, face flushed and mesmerised by you. With a messy, ardent passion, he pressed his flushed lips against your own.

⁂

Viktor could taste himself on your mouth: a salty tanginess that left him dizzy with desire.

It had been so long since someone had fucked him like that. Fucked him until stars glistened in his vision and rendered him speechless. Left him consumed with only the thought and the pleasure of them between his legs and how fucking exquisite they felt. You had done that.

All of his limbs still tingled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His legs trembled as he resolutely pulled you into his lap, until your bare chest was pressed against his own.

If your lips had felt celestial around his cock then your mouth was cosmic ecstasy against his own. Soft and supple whilst hard and rough simultaneously – a paradox of electric desire that felt divine.

Viktor’s tongue gently brushed your bottom lip, seeking permission, and you willingly gave it to him; tongue slipping in to taste the shape of your mouth, to trace the edges of your teeth.

It drew a moan from deep within you, as your hands pleasantly pulled his hair. When his teeth grazed and suckled the softness of your neck, you moaned loudly and rocked your hips against his roughly. Viktor hissed from the overstimulation, still in his refractory period.

But instead of pushing you away, he slipped a hand between you, fingers spreading the wetness of you around your swollen folds before sinking a digit into your warm, tight cunt. The groan it elicited out of you was positively criminal.

“By Janna, you’re sopping,” groaned Viktor, and added another finger to your heat. You clenched around him. And as he started pumping his fingers in-and-out of you, you whimpered with delight, your wanton moans pulling your head back in pleasure, long locks cascading down your back.

You were absolutely sopping and Viktor decided he wanted that against his mouth. Now.

⁂

"Sit on me."

His words had been spoken softly, but they were sonorous, vibrating through your entire body. Heck, immolating every cell of you in a greedy, lust-filled fire. Viktor languidly sucked the sheen of your juices off his fingers, his hooded eyes watching your every expression and tick. Satisfied, he released his slender fingers with a gratuitous pop!, a smug smirk curling his lips upwards.

"You taste delicious," said Viktor, tone laden with desire. He lowered himself onto your bed, his dishevelled curls splayed out in a patina around his head on your blue duvet. "Come hither and let me feast on you."

Fucking hell. Golden Child Viktor was going to be your undoing.

But it still thrilled you as you moved up his frame and your parted legs hovered over his blatantly eager face. Viktor's hands firmly dug into the supple flesh of your thighs, and he pulled you closer, until his lips and teeth nipped at the sensitive underside of your thighs with a pleased moan. It sent tremors through you, straight to your aching, soaked core.

You felt the curve of Viktor's self-satisfied smile against your skin, as he moved closer to where you wanted him to be. He blew warm air across your swollen lips, which drew a deep moan of desperation out of you before he pulled away.

"You bastard,” you cursed.

Viktor hummed nonchalantly. Then he had the audacity to chuckle at you. You. The very person he was meant to be pleasuring. Just as you were about to curse him into the flaming ball of plasma in the sky, he slipped a finger into you, drawing a loud, low gasp from within your very being.

"I’ve found that the best meals are, ah, savoured slowly," teased the scientist as he swirled his finger experimentally in your cunt. Oh fuck. That was more delightful than you anticipated. “But I have a habit of being, eh, impatient.”

Then he abruptly brought you down, onto his face, his tongue running a hot, resolute path along your core that left you aching for more.

To say you had been prepared for this would’ve been a lie. Your imagined scenarios were a paltry tribute to the actual pleasure of Viktor’s mouth, Viktor’s tongue between your thighs. He licked and sucked as if your pussy was a holy grail and your cunt a fine wine. Sporadically he would enthusiastically groan into you, as if praising you for the way you tugged his hair and rolled your hips over him.

Viktor’s pace was agonising – drawing your arousal to a precipice, but never over the edge. And each time you tried to pull him closer or speed up his ministrations, Viktor would duck away momentarily with a snort or breathy laugh of bemusement before strategically slowing down again.

His teeth pulled lightly at your lips, sparking an electric jolt of pleasure through your spine; and when his tongue slid into the entrance of your cunt, your back bowed with an all-encompassing pleasure.

“Fucking hell, Viktor,” you panted above him, your knuckles now tightly wrapped and white around the wrought iron of your bedframe. You were a wreck, body begging for release, your hips hopelessly jerking towards him and his fucking talented mouth.

“Please,” you begged. “Please. Just let me cum.”

Viktor hummed into you, the sound vibrating achingly into your core.

Then you made the mistake of looking down at him: his usually golden eyes were now mostly onyx with desire as he enthusiastically lapped at your cunt, his eyes catching yours with hungry, carnal desire every moment or so. Every now and then Viktor would close his eyes in seemingly absolute pleasure, as if to savour the meal of tasting, eating you.

Watching him was your undoing and you came suddenly, starburst erupting behind your eyes as you cried into the night. Viktor held you firmly against him, his lips tight around your clit as your thighs trembled with pleasure. And as your body slumped with a post-orgasmic glow, Viktor licked the remnants of your cum with a moan of satisfaction.

Gingerly you lifted yourself off him and plopped unceremoniously onto your bed beside him. Your chest heaved, still searching for the air your orgasm had squeezed from your lungs.

You felt, rather than saw, Viktor shift and leave the bed; his gait shuffling softly around the room until you heard a cupboard opening and closing, followed by the shriek of your basin taps running in the annexed washroom.

“Sorry,” said Viktor ruefully.

“It’s okay. The plumbing is abysmal in this dormitory wing anyway,” you reassured him.

You could picture the exact grimace on his face as he apologised though. It was an expression reserved for when you asked if "the prototype is dangerous", and he shrugged noncommittedly before flicking on the mechanism. Sometimes the prototype exploded, other times it combusted, but it was always the same grimace reserved for Viktor's risky ventures.

When Viktor returned to bed, you watched drowsily as he tenderly wiped between, and around, your thighs with a damp cloth. Discarding the cloth onto your bedside table, he then perched himself onto his side, elbow supporting his head as amber eyes gazed reverently down at you.

There was a gentleness to his countenance that you rarely saw – usually caught when he was absently staring into space during your study sessions. Maybe Viktor had also been thinking about you these past four months?

“Thank you,” said Viktor softly as his thumb caressed your cheek. “That was better than I ever imagined.”

“Same.”

You smiled sleepily up at him and pulled him down into a languid kiss before you coaxed him under the bedsheets. Gently, you ensconced yourself in each other’s warmth: your leg between Viktor’s and his arm wrapped around your waist as you pressed your face into the warmth of his chest.

“We should probably call it a night, though,” you continued, now warm and content. “We have an early morning class tomorrow.”

“Yes, I suppose nourished minds and bodies produce results. Goodnight y/n,” murmured Viktor before he pressed his lips to the crown of your head. Whatever Viktor said after that was lost, as you fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from the day's events.

But it didn’t matter, because when you woke in the morning, Viktor was still there, beside you; and that's what mattered.

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[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

[lunarbuck]

REQUEST:

I know it’s too early for angst but what if they had a big fight? This AU 😁😁

Love It If We Made It

Part 4 of bfb!Bucky AU

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Pairing: bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader (any race) WC: 4.3k Summary: Bucky doesn't like seeing anyone touch his girl. Warnings: alcohol consumption (of age), swearing, pet names [pretty girl, baby], oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), praise kink, fluff <3 A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to come out!! thanks for sticking around <3 special shout out to @mumbles411 for being a wonderful beta!! Please let me know what you all think 🤍

series masterlist | main masterlist | playlist title is from the 1975’s song Love It If We Made It

18 + ONLY MINORS DNI

Even as a college student, there’s something about summer break that makes you giddy like you’re a kid again. Maybe it’s the hum of the AC or the heat of the sun on your skin, but you can’t wait to be done with class and spend all your time with Becca and Bucky.

Classes ended today, so you and Becca get ready for the end-of-semester party Ethan is throwing. It’s been a while since Becca and Ethan hooked up at her birthday, but they’ve just kept things casual. You wonder how long that’ll last, but you don’t bring it up to her. The party tonight is open, so Bucky and Steve are tagging along, and you can’t wait to let loose and have fun now that the semester is over.

As always, Becca helps you get ready. She hates all your outfit choices and ends up picking something out from her closet for you. She does your hair and makeup, and when she’s finally satisfied, she lets you pregame with Bucky and Steve.

The boys had come over half an hour ago, but Becca insisted that you couldn’t see them until she finished your transformation. When Bucky sees you, he has the same reaction he always does. He devours you with his eyes, wets his lip, and groans obnoxiously. You laugh at the attention and try to hide the effect he has on you, but it’s a losing battle.

You make your way over to Bucky, and he gives you a spin, clearly checking you out. He lets out a low whistle and squeezes your hips.

“You look so good,” he says, pressing his lips to your head.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you joke back, taking in the sight of Bucky in his tight blue henley and jeans. He could wear a potato sack and still look incredible; it’s unfair.

“Why don’t you compliment me like that, Buck?” Steve asks, pushing out his lip in an exaggerated pout. Bucky rolls his eyes and ignores his friend, which just makes him pout more.

“I think you look absolutely beautiful, Stevie,” you say, reaching out to pat his hand.

“I hate to break up this little love circle, but Ethan texted me, so we need to go,” Becca says, snagging the shot Steve was going to take off the counter.

Bucky mumbles something snarky under his breath, you don’t hear it all, but you catch the gist. Becca needs to relax a little; it’s just a party. The four of you grab your things and head out into the balmy summer evening. Steve and Becca take the lead, talking about internship and job plans for the summer while you and Bucky hang back, walking at your own pace.

The sun is setting, painting the sky with blushing pinks and oranges. You watch the clouds and try to savor the moment. As cliché as it sounds, summer always goes by so quickly, and you want to make the most of it. Bucky is starting a job in a month, and you’re doing an internship; there won’t be much time for just sitting around and spending time together.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, pretty girl,” Bucky asks, watching you watch the sky.

“Nothing,” you say back on a sigh. “Just looking forward to spending time with you this summer.” Bucky snakes his hand around your shoulders and brings you into his side.

“I can’t wait.” He kisses your head, and you spend the rest of the walk in silence.

When you arrive at the apartment building, you can already hear the music pouring from Ethan’s unit. Becca is on the phone with someone inside, and they buzz you in. You walk up the creaky steps, Bucky’s hands still on you. You love how he is always touching you, is always so close to you.

Once you reach Ethan’s door, Becca stops the group and makes sure everyone looks presentable. She fusses with your hair a bit and grumbles about how Bucky should’ve changed shirts but eventually decides not to fight her brother on it.

She pushes open the door, and the haze of the party envelops you. You crinkle your nose; it’s too hot in the apartment. Becca spots Ethan a few feet away and drags you over to greet him, leaving Bucky and Steve to fend for themselves.

“Hey Ethan,” Becca says, hugging him. Her skirt rides up a bit, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. She chose a short skirt on purpose.

“Hello, ladies,” a voice says from behind Ethan. It takes you a moment, but you recognize the voice as belonging to Ethan’s friend Michael, the guy Becca had tried to set you up with at her birthday. Michael steps forward and leans against the wall next to Ethan, but his eyes stay on you. “You two here alone?” He asks, tilting his head.

You open your mouth to speak, but Becca beats you to it. “No, my brother and his friend are here too,” she says with a sarcastic groan. This time, you really roll your eyes. She’s gotten better about including Bucky in her plans with you, so why is she being so weird about it now?

“You guys can’t go anywhere without a babysitter, huh?” Ethan jokes, winking at Becca.

“I’m gonna go find Bucky and get a drink,” you say, huffing a bit. Becca nods but doesn’t move to follow you. You make your way through the crowd of dancing bodies, being careful to not step on any toes in your search for Bucky. He sees you looking for him and meets you halfway, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Where’s Becs?” He asks, having to lean down to speak into your ear due to the noise. You shrug and walk with him toward the kitchen, where a makeshift bar has been set up. After taking a shot with Bucky, you make yourself a drink. It’s a little strong, but you make it work.

Bucky guides you out into the main room where people are dancing, and you can feel the bass thumping in your chest. He presses you against his chest, and together you sway to the beat. You turn around in his arms and smile up at him. Anytime the two of you can be together in public, you instantly feel giddy.

You stay like that for a while, dancing and pretending like no one else exists. It’s so easy to slip into that state of mind with Bucky, to get lost in the moment. You come back to reality when Steve pulls Bucky away to talk to a mutual friend of theirs. Instead of standing and dancing by yourself, you find Becca and check in with her. As you push through the crowd, you notice Michael beside you all of a sudden. You give him a polite smile but keep moving, spotting Becca and wave to her. Once you’re with Becca, you think Michael has gotten the message because he’s no longer standing near you.

She’s dancing with some girls from one of her classes, and you join them, forming a little circle with each other. Becca holds your hand and spins you around a few times, earning a loud laugh from you. Even when she’s being weird, she knows how to have a good time. The music is loud, people sing along, and you’re so distracted that you almost miss the feeling of someone moving to stand behind you. Almost.

You turn and see Ethan and Michael standing behind you and Becca. They’re closer than you’d like, but they’re not outwardly doing anything wrong. Becca turns away from her circle of friends and starts to dance with Ethan, tossing her arms around his neck. He grins and pulls her close, whispering something in her ear.

Michael looks at you as if he expects you to do the same, but you don’t follow Becca’s example. Instead, you shift closer to the other girls and dance with them, allowing Michael to dance with the group.

As you continue to dance, you feel Michael getting closer and closer to you. More people have come onto the dance floor so tell yourself that he’s just making room for other people, not getting close because he wants to be close. To avoid looking at Michael, you search the crowd for Bucky and find him leaning in a doorway with Steve and a few of their friends. You wave and catch his eye, giving him a big smile. He smiles back, but there’s something strange about the way he’s looking at you. You can’t quite put your finger on it.

At this point, you can’t ignore how close Michael is to you. He’s turned to face you and is practically grinding against you. You move to step away when he grabs your arm, keeping you beside him.

“Michael,” you say, startled by his sudden contact. You don’t want to make a scene; you don’t want to draw attention to this. “What’re you doing?” His hand shifts to your waist, and you forcefully step back, distancing yourself from him.

“Come on, don’t be like this,” he says, stepping toward you again. This time, he rests his hand on your ass and squeezes. You gasp, pushing his chest with your hands. He stumbles back a few paces but is still too close for comfort.

“Don’t touch me,” you say, making sure to hold eye contact with him. You won’t just stand there and let him grope you. Michael steps back toward you, and you can’t move away fast enough; there are too many people around, there’s nowhere to go. His hands find your waist, and he holds on and starts to pull you away from the dance floor. “Michael, let go!” You say more urgently, gripping his wrists to try and get him off.

“What the fuck?” You hear the voice behind you, but it doesn’t fully register. All you can focus on is Michael’s hands on your waist. The way his fingers are rough and tight on you, pulling you in. You shake your head and push on his chest, but he won’t budge. Your breath catches in your throat as you keep pushing, telling Michael to let you go.

“Come on,” Michael says, tugging harder as one of his hands reaches back down to palm your ass. You lose your footing and trip, but it isn’t Michael who catches you. As the world tilts in front of your eyes, you’re enveloped in the comforting smell of home. Bucky.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asks, tugging you into his chest. Immediately you suck in a deep breath and press your face into him. Bucky holds you tight and wraps his arms around you, protecting you from prying eyes.

“Yeah,” you whisper, but it’s not very convincing. You’re just shaken; you need a second to collect your thoughts.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bucky turns to Michael, raising his voice. “You just go around grabbing girls who don’t want anything to fucking do with you?” You don’t want him to get into a fight or to make things worse, Michael didn’t hurt you. Bucky steps around you and positions himself so that you’re squarely behind his back, blocking Michael from your view. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his henley, trying to grab his attention.

“Look, man, I’m not trying to start anything,” Michael says, raising his hands as he steps back. Bucky is taller than him, so Michael has to look up to speak to Bucky. It makes you feel even smaller.

“I saw you grab her, don’t tell me you’re not trying to start anything.” Bucky is nearly shouting at this point, and people are starting to stare. You grab Bucky’s hand and squeeze.

“Let it go, Buck,” you say loud enough for him to hear. Bucky stares down at Michael and breathes heavily as if daring Michael to fight him.

“This bitch isn’t worth it,” Michael attempts to mumble as you tug Bucky away, though you and him both hear. Your eyes shoot to Bucky as he starts to go after Michael, but Steve steps in front of him and pulls him up the stairs and into an open room.

You push through the crowd and go into the kitchen to make yourself a drink. When you finally go up to the room with Steve and Bucky, you hear Steve’s muffled voice talking Bucky down. You’re not sure how successful he is, though.

After a deep breath, you open the door and find Steve and Bucky on opposite sides of the room, both looking equally pissed off.

“I got it, Steve,” you say gently, stepping aside so he can leave the room. When it’s just you and Bucky, tension settles in the air. He walks toward you and pulls you into a hug.

“Are you okay?” He asks, nuzzling your hair with his nose.

“I’m fine, Buck. He didn’t hurt me,” you say, pushing him back a little. You want him to see your face, to see that there’s nothing to fuss over. “You shouldn’t have gotten in Michael’s face like that.” Bucky huffs a little and crosses his arms over his chest. You’re still holding the drink you made, so you offer it to him; maybe it’ll help him calm down.

“He was grabbing you, was I just supposed to sit back and watch him touch my girl? No. That’s not gonna happen.” He sips at the drink and sucks his teeth, he’s not drunk, but he’s not sober either.

“I was handling it,” you say sternly. And you were; if Bucky hadn’t come in and started being all aggressive, you would’ve been able to handle it on your own. You take one of his hands in both of yours. “I can handle myself, Buck. You have to trust that I can.”

“Just seein’ his hands on you, seeing him touch you I–” Bucky cuts himself off and takes a deep breath. You squeeze his hand, reminding him that you’re there, you’re okay, he’s okay.

“I can take care of myself, you know. I’m not a damsel in distress.” Though your tone is joking, you want him to know you’re serious. He doesn’t need to come swooping in whenever he thinks something is wrong.

“I know you aren’t. I just can’t stand to see anyone hurt you and–”

“But he didn’t hurt me, Buck, yeah?” You interrupt, ducking your head to catch his eyes. “I’m okay, we’re okay.” He nods, but you can tell he’s still upset. After a deep breath, Bucky throws back the rest of his drink and slams the cup down.

“You sure you’re okay?” You sigh a little as you run your hands up his arms and hook them around his neck.

“I’m positive.” Bucky leans down and presses his forehead to yours.

“Then that’s all that matters. I’m sorry for making a scene, baby.”

“I know.”

The next morning, you wake up tangled in Bucky’s arms. You’d gone back to Bucky’s place and gotten your favorite drunk foods to at least try to prevent being hungover. Once the two of you had finished eating, you fell asleep almost instantly; it’d been a long and eventful evening, that’s for sure. You shuffle around in the blankets to face Bucky, tucking yourself beneath his chin. You can hear his heart beating, steady and comforting.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says sleepily.

“You sound so sexy in the morning,” you mumble into his chest. Bucky laughs, rumbling and low; it’s music to your ears.

“So you’re saying I don’t sound sexy all the time?” You groan obnoxiously and scoot back so you can see his face.

“You sound sexy all the time, Bucky, I promise.” He flashes you his classic shit-eating grin, and you can’t help but smile back.

“Good to know.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before hopping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. You join him in brushing his teeth, enjoying the domesticity of the action. The sight of the two of you shoulder to shoulder in the mirror fills you with something you can’t quite name, but it feels so good.

When you no longer have a mouth full of toothpaste, you turn to Bucky and look up at him. “I love you,” you say with a big smile. Bucky swiftly picks you up and sets you on the edge of the sink, and settles between your legs. He moves so quickly that you don’t have time to react.

“I love you so much, pretty girl,” he says against your lips. He kisses you deeply, breathing you in. He still smells like sleep, though he tastes like mint from his toothpaste. Bucky had fallen asleep without a shirt, making it incredibly easy for you to run your hands over his muscular chest and shoulders.

Bucky’s hands grip your waist, though they don’t stay there long. One hand travels underneath the red henley you’d fallen asleep in (his, of course) and finds your breasts, while the other dips down to your panties. Your head is still a little fuzzy from sleep, and all of the sensations make you feel like you’re floating.

“Bucky,” you whine a little, embarrassed of how needy you are so quickly.

“God, I love it when you say my name like that,” he says, kissing your neck. He sucks a mark into the spot just below your jaw, making your breaths come out quicker.

His metal fingers graze the waistband of your panties while his thumb finds your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Bucky can play you like a fiddle. He knows your body so well.

He continues kissing your neck, your face, and eventually finds his way back to your lips. Bucky nips at them gently while working your clit with his metal fingers, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“Bucky, please,” you beg, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Please what, baby,” he says against your lips. “’m not a mind reader. Gotta use your words.” His fingers pick up the place on your clit, making you jolt on the sink,

“I need more.” You kiss him hard to emphasize your urgency.

“Well, why didn’t you just say that, pretty girl?” Bucky picks you up, holds you close to his chest, and brings you back into the bedroom.

When he lays you down on the bed and presses his body to yours, you feel right at home. The weight of Bucky on top of you, the smell of him on the pillows, it all surrounds you. You’re so caught up in the moment that you barely notice Bucky shifting down until he’s leaving a trail of kisses along your abdomen to your panties.

Your breath catches in your throat when he slides his fingers beneath the fabric and pulls the garment off your hips. You feel so exposed, but you can’t find it in yourself to care that Bucky is staring. He’s looking at you like he’s about to devour you. Like he’s dying of thirst, and you’re an oasis.

Bucky attaches his lips to your clit, and your head falls back onto the pillows. He’s an expert with his tongue, and he works you with it, exploring and tasting every inch of you. His hands hold your hips down, fingers digging into your flesh. You’re sensitive; every touch is like electricity on your skin.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moan, running your fingers through his hair. Without thinking, you tug on it in a way you know he loves, and Bucky picks up the pace with his tongue in response.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he says, biting your inner thigh. “Can’t get enough of you.” His words bring you closer and closer to your orgasm, and Bucky can tell. His right hand leaves your hip, and a moment later, you feel him press two fingers inside you.

“I’m so close, Bucky, please,” you say, gripping his hair tighter.

“You gonna come for me?” He asks, licking his lips. His eyes are dark and hooded, focused on his fingers pumping in and out of you.

“Y–yes,” you gasp, barely able to form the words.

“Atta girl, come for me, baby.” He brings his tongue back to your clit, and you come on a loud moan, legs tightening around his shoulders. Even after you come down from the high, Bucky doesn’t let up. It’s only once you’re too sensitive that you try to push him off of you. He retreats, though reluctantly.

You sit up and pull Bucky’s face toward you, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips. Maybe with someone else, you would’ve been embarrassed by doing that, but never with Bucky.

He kisses you back, holding your face in his hands. You’re constantly amazed that he can be so gentle with you despite his strength. It just makes you want him more.

“Buck, I–” you groan when he breaks the kiss. “I–” you can’t get the words out.

“Come on, baby,” he teases, nipping at your earlobe. “Big girl words.” His saying that transports you right back to the first time you’d been together. Big girl words .

“I need you to fuck me, please, Bucky.” You watch his pupils expand as you speak, nearly eclipsing the bright blue of his irises.

“You know I can’t say no to you, pretty girl.” Bucky grabs a condom from his bedside table and puts it on, then rearranges your positions, so your knees fall on either side of him while he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. You wrap your arms around his neck as he helps you lower yourself onto his dick.

No matter how many times you have him inside you, you never get used to the stretch. You sink down on him slowly, taking him inch by inch at your own pace. Bucky waits patiently for you to take him all the way, but you can tell his control is about to snap. You purposefully slow your descent, watching the way his brow furrows and his mouth falls open.

Bucky sucks in a breath on a hiss, trying to hold himself back from forcing you down all the way. “Don’t tease,” he scolds, though it makes you want to tease him more. You’ve never wanted to be bratty or to tease him, but he looks so cute when he’s frustrated. You pause your movement, and Bucky’s hand comes up to grip your chin. “You sure that’s what you wanna do?” He asks, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

You shake your head and slam yourself all the way down on his cock. Bucky throws his head back, and you marvel at the sight, leaning forward to run your tongue along his throat.

After a moment of adjusting to his size, you start to grind on him, lifting yourself slightly and riding him. In this position, it feels like he’s about to split you in two, but you love it.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you gasp, nails digging into his back and shoulders, wherever they can reach. “You feel so good.”

Bucky positions his hands on your hips and ass, helping you ride him better. He moves you with ease, setting the pace he wants. You’re putty in his hands.

His feet are planted sturdy on the floor, and in a swift movement, he lifts you and takes a few steps, pressing your back against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist, keeping him close, and Bucky grins at the action.

“You’re mine, you know that?” he asks, pumping into you harder. His eyes search yours, and your heart tugs in your chest.

“I know, Buck,” you whisper, barely able to speak with the brutal pace he’s setting. Bucky grips your hips, metal fingers digging into your flesh. You can practically feel the bruises forming, and it makes you even more turned on. The idea of being Bucky’s and him being yours feels so right.

“I’m the only one for you, baby,” Bucky grunts. “You were fucking made for me.” His teeth nip at your neck, and you tilt your head back to give him better access. You feel like you’re floating; this could be heaven. Your body tingles with pleasure like you’ve never felt, it’s always been good with Bucky, but this is different.

You drink in all the noises Bucky makes, all the praise he sings to you as your body takes and takes. Greedily, you want more. His words, combined with his cock deep inside of you, bring you right back to the edge. “I’m gonna- I’m-” you groan, leaning your head back against the wall.

“You wanna come, pretty girl?” He asks with a grin. “You wanna come on my cock?”

You nod as best you can, but Bucky shakes his head. “Gonna need to hear you say it, baby.” You’re about to come; you can feel it, but you need just a little more, and Bucky won’t give it to you unless you ask.

“Fuck, Bucky, please, can I come?” The words fall from your lips, and instantly, Bucky does what you need.

“Of course, you can come, baby, especially when you ask me so nice. You’re so pretty when you come on my cock.” He holds you tightly to him as you both fall over the edge, moaning each other’s names. Bucky steps back from the wall and lays you down on the bed when you come down from your highs.

Bucky holds you close to his chest, letting you tangle your legs with his. His fingers trace patterns on your back, and you settle into his embrace.

“I love you, Buck,” you whisper, eyes heavy.

“I love you more, baby,” he replies, and you can practically hear the smile on his face.

“I love you most.” You fall asleep soon after, and Bucky stays with you the whole time. Nothing will ever be perfect, you know that, but you soak up the feeling of his hands on you, if his lips on your face, for as long as you can.

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being in a poly relationship with billy and steve headcanons <3

These are the headcanons of being in a poly relationship with billy hargrove and steve harrington :)

pairing: billy x steve x GN!reader series: stranger things

warnings: nsfw, swearing

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* Okay by coincidence steve met Billy first, when he first came to the school all the girls were all over him. He liked it but then he saw steve, the boy that didn’t want him like all the other boys/girls .

* steve and billy started to talk after that, even if steve weren't fond of his “fuckboy” and “bad boy” persona you still talked to him like he didn't have a girl hanging off of him

*but when you came into the picture billy changed into a big softie, even though steve was one he just went into a bigger softie

* i feel like billy would be more upfront with Pda instead of steve, only because steve has been bullied for his sexuality (both billy and steve are bi)

* when you all start dating be prepared to be treated like a mf queen, they will worship the ground you walk on because there  that much of a simp

*  when cuddling your either in the middle or sleeping on one of there chest while the other cuddles behind you

* the most jealous one is billy for sure, when he saw a random guy talking to you something rose up in him, he is possessive but you and steve love it, steve will get jelous time to time but he trusts you enough, billy also trust you but he doesn't trust the random guys and girls that talk to you

* you guys would go on late night drives in billys car when he sneaks out of the house, listening to songs (AC/DC,the monkees) sometimes you guys would just open the back and lie down until the sunrise comes up

*steve would love to cuddle up to you if he had a bad days with his friends, hes still friends with them but they are homophobic so he hasn't told them about you guys 

* steve isn’t the most bravest person in the world but if somebody insults you he will go wild, he knows billy can handle himself and would fuck anybody up if they talk bad about him so that’s why he doesn't defend billy that much

* hugs from the behind are a must, especially while cooking

*if your having a bad day these babies wont hesitate to do anything for you, because they know hot you overwork yourself A LOT

* okay now onto the smut

* billy is the dom, steve is the switch, and you are sub/switch

* steve hasn't had that much experience but at the same time he has in a way, billy has the most experience because yk

* when it's your first time (with them) they would be so soft with you, going slow and gentle with you, they would put you first before themselves when its pleasing you

*i feel like billy would be into a sir kink instead of a daddy kink because, i think we all know

*and with steve i feel he would be into mommy kink and a lactation kink,and a praising kink. I think he would just die if you praised him if he was eating you out, and if you become pregnant

* if you do become pregnant and have those hormones i think that billy would help you out instead of steve because i think he would get all motherly about it saying its going to hurt the baby, but billy would just be like “fuck it, if my baby needs me they need me and i’m going to help them”

*but at the end  you guys would live somewhere out of hawkins and move to a nice neighborhood, with 2 dogs maybe some kids :)

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Extra Credit

Professor!Satan x College student!Fem!Reader

Warnings- Smut, thigh riding, praise kink, slight exhibitionism, soft dom Satan.

a/n. I wrote this hella late, so sorry if it sucks. 1.2k words

You had been in Professor Satan’s class for nearly a full year, summer was coming quickly and the lecture halls AC had broken over the weekend. You folded up a piece of math homework into a fan and started to fan your face while you tried desperately to listen to what your Professor was saying.

He was talking about a new novel your class had been assigned to read, you had finished it. Twice, as a matter of fact. But that didn’t help the fact that you didn’t understand a single word of it. Your mind drifted off from the book to the Professor who was talking about it.

He was popular around school, and for a good reason. His blonde hair that fell perfectly on his head, his perfect and sharp jawline, the way his eyes would shimmer under any sort of light. You had fallen head over heels for the man, and you just couldn’t help it.

You mindlessly waved the homemade fan in front of your face. Your face only got hotter as the professor took off his tie and made some excuse about it being so hot in here. You heard two students behind you talk about how hot he was, and you had to agree. You had completely spaced out from there, and lost track of time. The lecture ended and everyone started to stand.

You jumped from your seat and shoved all your stuff into your bag before throwing it over your shoulder and hurrying down the steps to the front of the room where your Professor stood. He was helping a boy with a page in the book, pointing out what certain words meant in the context. He was so… smart. And it turned you on.

You caught yourself on the verge of drooling and walked over to him. This was no time to be crushing on your Professor. You blinked away the thoughts of him and walked over to his desk. “Hello Sir, I hope this isn’t a bad time.” He looked up at you, and you could almost swear it was the heat of the room, but he blushed. Hard. “Miss L/N.” He stood and looked at you. “What can I help you with?”

You quickly got over the shock that he knew your name and pulled out the book from your bag. “I- uh. I had a question about this book.” You held it up. He smiled and walked around to sit on the edge of his desk. “What’s the problem?” You stared at the book, trying to concentrate. “I can’t understand any of it. I-I don’t have trouble comprehending. I just don’t… understand.” You sighed and shrugged, hoping he understood your trouble. He nodded slowly and held his hand out. He had rings on his fingers, silver bands. You handed the book over quickly, and wiped away a bead of sweat that had formed on your forehead.

“It sure is hot today, huh?” He chuckled and flipped through the book, looking at the sticky notes you had left as markers in it. You just nodded, trying to avoid his gaze. You heard the pages stop and suddenly the room was silent. There was no one else in the room. Just you, and your Professor. “U-um. I’m sorry professor, but I think-” “Satan.” You looked at him, and immediately regretted it. He had a certain look in his eyes, that reminded you of a cross between a lovesick teenager and a feral animal. “Call me Satan.” You noticed his eyes trail down and scan your body. You had a low cut top on, and a pair of shorts. It was nothing special, but he was eating it up.

“Well, Satan-” You saw him shiver slightly when you said his name, and it gave you chills as well. “I think I understand it now.” You laughed nervously and reached for the book. He set the book behind him and took your hand in his instead. “Miss L/N. May I call you Y/N?” You couldn’t help the fact that your eyes went wide. You could only nod. “You… don’t mind? Do you?” You shook your head and he reached up to cup your cheek. “Use your words.” He practically mumbled, too focused on your features to speak any louder.

He stood, and he nearly came chest to chest with you. “No! I don’t mind...” You winced, wishing you had an ounce of self control. You stared at him, trying not to move too much now. His grip on your hand tightened, just slightly, and he pulled you into him. He pulled your face close to his, and kissed you. The movement made your heart stop for a split second and you couldn’t hear anything. After a second he pulled away and covered his own face with one hand. “Forgive me… I- I don’t know what I was thinking.” He sat back down on the desk.

Too filled with a need, you took a step forward, placing his knee in between your thighs. You sat down on his leg and rested your head on his shoulder. You snaked your hand around his waist and prayed. Prayed. He would do what you wanted him to do.

And you were lucky. Because his hands moved to your hips and squeezed gently, before pulling you into him and then pushing you away. You felt the friction against your crotch and bit into his shoulder gently. He smirked and kept pulling you in, and out, in, and out. The feeling was almost overwhelming. The situation only made you hornier. Humping your professors thigh, while in the lecture hall. Even if it was empty, you couldn’t help how it made you feel.

You lifted your head and opened your eyes, Satan was gazing up at you in awe. He had a loving look in his eye. You almost smiled at him, but his nails dug into your hips and he started bouncing you on his leg. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and you heard him let out a soft laugh. “You’re so cute~” his pace didn’t slow, and you only felt closer and closer to cumming. “Aren’t you a good girl?” He cooed into your head and nibbled at your ear lobe. You whined softly into his neck, not bothering to stop the drool at this point. “Yeah… A good girl.” He grinned and started to rub your pussy on his thigh again. You let out moan after moan, only egging him on to go faster. He kept whispering praises into your ear as he pulled you around.

“So, so good for me.” He moaned softly, bucking his hips against his jeans, trying to get some friction of his own. You clenched your thighs around his and started whining about how “you’re so fucking close” and “you can’t take it anymore”. He kept his pace, and you felt his finger tips dig into your hips, trying desperately to hold you in place while you squirmed.

And after only a few more seconds of grinding on his thigh, you came. Whining and writhing, throwing your arms around him and panting into his neck as you tried to stifle your moans. Crying out his name, pulling on his perfect, perfect blonde hair, and biting into his shoulder. He didn’t want it to stop.

After you came down from your high, Satan kissed your cheek softly and brushed the hair out of your eyes. Smiling at you and not saying one word. But you didn’t mind, his smile said it all.

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Slumber party: Benkei X Black Fem! Reader— One shot

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Hey everybody ! I’m late but Happy New Year and Black History Month <333 !!! Here’s a new fic but tbh... I don’t like that one :(( Hope y’all will tho ! Enjoy ♡♡♡

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Relationship: Benkei x Black fem! Reader, uses she/her pronouns

CW: NSFW, fucking, smut, porn with plot, reader is tipsy, brat taming, rough sex, un-protected sex, reader get called a bitch, punishment sex, oral sex (reader giving), slapping, pinching, screaming, choking, scratching, stifling, squirting, fingering, tears, cum shot, dirty talks, hair pulling, swearing, drooling, degrading, multiple sex positions, reverse cow-girl, size kink, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, eye contact, overstimulation/edging, hard dom, nipple play, ice play, fingers implied

! -18 DO NOT INTERACT !

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You insert the key in the lock and slowly open the door. You sneak into the house and silently close it behind you. It’s all dark, and your husband is probably sleeping. You put your shoes down and smile, relieved. You walk on tiptoes to the room, but the light turns on and you see your husband, jaw clenched and arms crossed. Oh shit, you think.

- H-hey baby... you say to the giant man in front of you. You’re awak—

« It’s 2am. » he dryly say

- Yeah... you nervously chuckles Why are you—

« It’s 2 in the morning. » he repeats

- Yeah, i know th—

« Where were you, y/n ? » He ask

You pout.

- It’s not « princess » anym—

« Where the fuck were you, y/n ? You smell like alcohol ! » he say, raising his voice

- Damn... Chill bae, I was just out with the girls... It’s hot in here, by the way, is the AC bro—

« And how the fuck was I supposed to know that when your phone was there ? » he say, walking towards you

You step backwards, trying to find an excuse.

- It was dead, so I had to—

You fall on the couch.

- Leave it to charge it up... you say getting up

« Stay seated. » he order

You sit back down and look up at him. You’re just sitting, getting told off by him and staring at him. Your brain has completely disconnected from what he’s saying to you, you’re just admiring him and his size. How tall he is, how broad his arms are and how loose his tank top is on his chest. You smirk.

« Y/n I’m talking to you right now ! Are you even listening to what I’m saying ?! » he yells

Fuck, he’s sooooo hot when he’s mad... you think. You get up and walk to face him.

- It’s okay baby, you’re overacting right now... you say fondling his whiskers. It’s really not that de—

He catches your hand and pins you against the wall, you choke.

« Don’t, fucking, play with me. » he say in your ear. « I’m so mad at you, so you better behave. »

You gulps, all red in the face and looking up at him. He’s so close to your face that you can feel his breath on your forehead. You raise your head.

« I was worried about you, but I guess you wanna be a bitch... So stay that way» he says

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but right now you just want to provoke him. You smile and caress his arm with your right hand. He stares at your hand, then put his eyes back in yours.

« What do you think you’re doing ? »

- You’re making a big deal out of nothing and you’re acting like a big baby, right now... you chuckles. Chill ou—

He grabs you by the neck, upset.

« You better watch your mouth, young miss. »

- Or what ? Going to punish me for calling you a « big baby » ? you smile

« Yeah, exactly. »

He lift you up and drop you off on the couch. You turn around and look at him. He push your dress up to your hips.

« This is your punishment for being a bitch. » he says

He gives you a slap on your ass, you moan. You bite your lip and chuckles.

- That’s it ?

He gives you another.

- Ah ! you whine

And another one.

- Shit...

And another one and he keeps on smacking both of your ass cheeks. You whimper, starting to feel the pain.

- Ouch... That hurt, baby.

« Yeah, that’s the point, you stupid bitch » he says grabbing your hip

- Don’t talk to me like tha- AANH ! you yell

He keeps on smacking and scratching your ass as you whimper and cry out loud. You start to tear up from the pain and the pleasure.

- F—fuck... E-Enough, please...

« Enough ? We’re just getting started, bitch » he say removing his tank top

- Okay, I’m sorry...

« Nah... That’s too easy. Put your thong down. » he orders

- ...Do it yourself.

He smacks your ass, you gasp out.

« Now. »

You heavily breath and do what he told you. He spreads your ass cheeks and caress your pussy.

« Damn, you’re already wet like a bitch just from spanking. » he states

- Will you stop calling me a—

« Shhh... shut up. » he whisper putting his finger on his lips.

You give him a dirty look. You feel his tip between your folds, you whine and burry your face in the couch. He rubs it and tap it on your wetness, he leans down and reach for your clit and carefully rub it. You moan, throwing your head back.

« I’m waiting. » he say in your ear

- For what ?

He smacks your ass. You whine.

« Wrong answer. Say it. »

- I... I already did. you pant.

« What you said ? »

- I... told you... to eat my ass ! you smile looking back at him

He look at you with a neutral face and you see his jaws clench. You laugh, wiping your tears

« Okay, since you’re not taking it seriously, I’ll have to be more violent with your punishment. » he says

He penetrate your pussy, you gasp. He grabs your hips and relentlessly push himself into you. You’re holding on the couch for dear life, moaning loudly. You’re more taking it as a treat than a punishment. You just love when he’s giving you back shots, he’s so good at it.

- Ngh... Aah— ah f... FUCK baby~~ you moan

You try to put your hand on his abs but he grabs your arm and pin it up your head.

« Don’t touch me. »

- Mmh, you- you’re so mean to- me~~

« Shut up. » he say smacking your ass as he keeps mistreating your pussy

- ANH ! Shit...

Your moans and his balls smacking your clit are reasoning in the living room. He grabs your arms and hair and pull you up to him, back against his body. He puts his other hand on your mouth and leans close to your ear.

« Shut up or I’ll get the gag »

You sigh and try to handle your moans. He let your arms go but keep on pulling your hair. He holds your shoulder and thrust deeper into you, you gasp and bite your lip.

« What was that ? »

- ... N-nothing... you whine

He looses his grip on your hair, grabs your hips and rest his foot on the couch. You whine.

- Fuck, baby... please.

« No, shut up. »

- So... mean~ you whine

« That’s what you get from being a bitch. » he says smacking your ass again

- AAH ! I’m sorry~~ you cry out

« What are you sorry for ? »

- For...

« For ? »

- Dropping deez nu— AOUCH ! FUCK ! you scream

«...I’m going to fuck you up. » he says

That one was harder than the other ones, you just know that your ass is going to be marked with his hand. You feel tears going down on your cheek.

- Fuck... fuck... you sobs

He chuckles.

« You were having all that attitude literally 2 minutes ago and now you’re crying ? Yeah, cry like a bitch now » he say with a snarky tone

You bite your lip and silently cry. The pain and the pleasure are mixing up and you feel like you’re going dumb from all this. He takes himself off your pussy and you collapse on the couch, legs shaking, tears and drool messing your makeup up.

- ...Fuck... you whine

You turn around and lay down on the couch, trying to find your breath back. He look down at you and grab your jaw. He smile then slap your cheek, you whine.

« Such a pathetic bitch, you look so ridiculous ! » he mocks you

You slap him back.

- Fuck you... you whisper

« Wanna say that again ? » he says pulling the shoulder strap of your dress down

- I said f— mmh...

His right hand is wandering around your breast, groping and folding them, you pant mouth open. His hand go down, grabs your nipple and pinch it. You whine.

« What did you just say ? » He leans towards you

- N-N-nothing ! I’m sorry ! you whimper

He let your nipple go and lift your chin up with a finger.

« That’s what l thought. »

You pout, biting your lips. He grabs your legs and spread them. Two of his fingers wipes your wet folds and rub your clitoris, you hold your breath.

« Are you still not going to say it » he say looking at you

- But... I... already did ! You sigh, closing your eyes

« Say it again » He say, rubbing your clit faster

- I— I’m sorry...

« For what ? »

- For... being a bitch... you cry out

« And...? » he whisper

You feel his rock hard tip wiping and tapping your folds, you whine and bite your lip. You lift your hips and suddenly feel something cold on your chest, you twitch. It’s an ice cube. When did he get it, you wonder. You turn your head and notice the ice bucket on the table, you sigh. He rubs it on your neck, breast and then on your clit, it makes you twitch.

- Ahh~~ you moan

« And ? » he repeats

He keep on rubbing the ice on your clit, you’re desperately moving your legs, trying to handle it. You put your hands on his arms.

« Take your hands off me » he murmurs

- But—

« Take it off. »

You remove them reluctantly. He put the ice on your chest and let it melt on you. You sit up getting your face closer to his but he grabs your neck, you gasp.

« Who gave you the permission to get up ? » he says

You smirk.

- Your mot—

He doesn’t even let you finish and put two of his fingers inside you.

« You still wanna be a brat huh ? Imma tame your lil’ brat ass now » he say tightening his grip around your neck

You choke holding his hand on your neck as he keep thrusting his fingers back and forth into you, which make you arch your back and moan loudly.

- ... Ah... AH ! Fuck fuck fuck fu—

« Silence. »

You bite your lip, trying to not make a noise but muffled moans are still coming out your mouth. You close your eyes and put your hand on your mouth. He remove his fingers in one mouvement and give a big smack at your pussy, you jump and scream. He laughs.

« What a juicy pussy... Dripping wet like a slut... » he whisper looking at you

You can’t even call him out for what he just called you, you’re out of breath, a tears mess and your hair already curled.

« Taste yourself... »

He inserts his fingers in your mouth and pull it down your throat. You swirl your tongue around it and suck them clean. You taste sweet with a sour aftertaste. He take them off and a long trail of saliva follows behind it.

« Good girl. » he say licking his fingers

You pant, tongue out and look at him with pleading eyes. He looks at you with a smile.

«  That’s too bad you can’t see your face, you are a pure mess ! » he say with a soft grin

He brings you closer to him as he rubs his dick to your clit before entering your pussy, you moan. He put his thumb in your mouth and hold your right thigh while he gives you slow strokes. You suck and bite his finger, moaning under him.

« Still wanna act like a brat, now ? » he whisper

- No... I’m good... you whimper

« Mhmm... Is there anything else you wanna say ? »

- ...Uck... you mumble

« Words. Use them, properly » he says taking his thumb out your mouth to rub your clit

You cuss, throwing your head back. His pace is getting faster as he keeps purring dirty talks in your face. And you just melt under his touch, but full of pride, you still don’t want to apologize, so you just ignore his sayings.

- Ngh... Fuck~~

« Mhm ? »

He lifts one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, you gasp. He start to mercilessly pound into you, trying to get the words he wants to hear out your mouth. You mumbles inaudible words and it’s starting to irritate him.

« Say it.  »

- ... fuck... ba— ANH !

« I’m waiting. »

- Mmh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck , fuck~~~ you moan, resting on your elbows

He puts his hands on your mouth to stifle your moans.

« One more noise and I’m getting the vibrator. »

You hold his hands, open your eyes and look up at him. He push himself deeper into you which is making your breast moves up and down. You whine under him. You stick your tongue out and lick his palm, he removes his hand off your mouth.

« ... What the fuck ?! » he whisper, mad

You laugh, biting your lower lip.

- Oops ! you smile

« Do I look like I’m playing right now ?! » he yells, grabbing your neck

- Okayyy I’m sorry, baby~~ you say, still laughing

He let your neck go.

« Yeah... Fuck the vibrator. I’m going to slut you out with my bare hands. » He say

His stokes are getting deeper and harder, you do a choked face. You’re finally starting to feel that sensation in your belly and you know what it is. You moan and he grunts.

- Aagh...Shit... you whimper

You wraps your legs around his hips.

- Ke-keep going... I’m gonna... you whine, caressing your clit

« Oh you’re gonna cum ? Then do it yourself. » He say, stepping back

- Huh ? What no, please... I want you... you whine, sitting up

«  That’s not my problem. Make yourself cum, now. » he states, sitting down on the couch in front of you

- But I want you so... fucking bad, baby... you whine, biting your finger

« Hurry up. » He whisper, resting his face on his hand

- Shit... You’re so mean~~ you cry out groping your breast

You spread your legs and carefully rub your clit, throwing your head back. You slide one of your finger inside and move it slowly, moaning out. Your fingers aren’t enough, you want him and him only, but you can’t. Just thinking about him, thrusting again and again and feeling the hardness of his member into you and filling you up is enough to make you hornier. You whine again.

- Mmmh~~ baby please... Fuck me... I need you ! you say slowing down your pace

« Faster. » He say

- But I—

« Do it faster » he orders

- Mmh fuck...

You do what he say as you keep crying and moaning out for him. And he’s just seating there, looking at you, with the most neutral face ever and his dick is still up. He may not show it, but his mind is filled with nasty thoughts about the things he’d do to you.

« She look so hot with her messy face, I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of her, fuck I wanna kiss her so bad, her moans are going to make my dick explode I swear to God, Shit her pussy is literally calling my name... » he thinks

And more intrusive thoughts are coming in his head. He rubs his forehead.

« Fuck... » whispers Benkei

- Aanh~ Shit, I’m about to... Hhngh~

« Cum then, y/n. » he says, smirking

He stares at you, shivering and shaking, but he looks more focus on how your pussy is getting mistreated by your fingers and how wetter it get. He bite his lips. You whimper, remove your fingers and squirt all over the couch and carpet. You’re out of breath and red in the face. He chuckles and get up.

« You did it ! » he chant walking towards you

He’s looking down at you, that smirk still placed on his face. You sit up and caress his torso with your foot.

- Fuck me, now... you moan

« What we say ? » he say, spreading your legs

- Please~ you whisper, biting your lower lip

« What else ? » he says, bending over your face

- Omg- Just shut the fuck up and fuck me ´til I’m braindead, okay ?!

« ... See ? This is your fucking problem ! »

- I’m sor—

He grabs you by the jaw and bring your face to his. You can feel his breath on your nose.

« I don’t think you’re in a position to act like a fucking bitch again, so you better act right and watch that dirty mouth of yours before I fuck you up for real. Got it ? » he dryly says

He’s even more mad now. This time you know he is NOT playing. His grip on your jaw and just his huge body is enough for you to stop acting up, even though it’s still turning you on. You give him a nod as an answer.

« Good. » he say slapping your cheek and letting your jaw go « But since you’re asking for it ! »

He penetrate you with the sharpest and deepest stroke possible without warning. You gasp and scream.

- OH MY FUCKING GOD !

« Silence, I don’t wanna hear you. »

He’s holding your legs separated in each arms and thrust deeply inside you, hitting and kissing your cervix. His thighs and balls are clapping your ass again and again. You’re trying to hold your moans up but you can’t. It hurts so much, but at the same time it feels so good and it makes you feel better that you just cry and moan out.

- Oww~~ Aaaghh— Fuck yes... you whine trying to put your arms around his hips

« Don’t even think about it. » he grunts, looking at you

- Ngh— AANH ! Yeah, just— you whimper

He puts his hand on your mouth, silencing you.

« I said: Silence » he say placing his forehead on yours

You roll your eyes and close it. He removes his hand and you lick your upper lip.

« Turn around. »

- H-huh ? you whisper, feeling dizzy

« Don’t make me say that shit again. » he breath

You giggles and do what he told you. You swing your hair on his face and arch your back. You hear him sigh behind you.

« God, I fucking hate you... » he whisper

He pulls your hair, grabs your neck and penetrates you. You gasp out.

- Aaangh ! So... rough— MMH~~ you whimper

« You were doing so good, too bad you don’t know how to shut the fuck up... » he coos in your ear

- I— I’m sorry~ For not shutting...Agh— the fuck up~~ you cry out

« What else ? » he grunts

- Fuck... Aaah~ Deeper baby ! you moan touching his ass

« Oh my— » he grunts

He sits on the couch and grabs you by the arms then make you sit on his dick.

- AAAH~~ Shit ! you scream

You’re now to the point where your moans became scream. He’s so rough and merciless. You bite your lip.

- Aah... Yes... Yeah, yeah~~ you whimper

« Let’s see if that fat ass will save you now... » he say smacking it

- Mmh fuck !

He keeps on thrusting inside you as he brings you closer, while holding your arms. You raise your left leg in the air, moving your hips on his length, while your pussy clench around it. He groans and you giggles.

« …S-Shit… »

- Feels good, right ? you moan

« Shut up ! » he yells smacking your ass

He let your right arm go and rub and pinch your clit. You breath heavily. His dick digging deeper and harder inside you and his fingers rubbing your clit are making you lose your mind. You sigh throwing your head on his shoulder, moaning and whining.

- Oouuh~ yes baby... you moan in his ear

He rubs your clit faster, which makes you shiver and your legs shake. You feel his dick twitch, he grunts and tap your clit with his fingers. He let your arms go and you turn around to ride him. You hold his shoulders and start to bounce on his dick. He grabs your hips and looks at you with lustful eyes. You bite your lip, trying to kiss him but he grabs your neck.

« You don’t even deserve a kiss... » he scoff at you

You’re just looking at him, panting and moaning. He brings you closer and you keep on riding him. He grasp your ass before giving it a huge slap. You leap and burry your face in his neck. He chuckles and smack it again.

- It hurts~~ you whine

« That’s what you deserve. » He say wrapping his arms around your hips

You move your pelvis up and down to feel him deeper inside you, and it feels so good that you’re whimpering, damn near crying in his ear.

- I’m sorry—

« Why are you hiding ? Look at me and say it again »

You whim and reluctantly sit up. He takes your left nipple in his mouth and looks up at you.

« One wrong answer and I’m biting it. Go ahead » he say

He’s doing circulars motion with his tongue waiting for you to apologize. His left hand is caressing the other nipple. You sigh, red in the face, trying to focus.

- I... am sorry... for—

« Keep riding. » he mumbles, smacking your ass

- AAH ! Shit... I’m sorry... for...for... Nngh anh~~ you whimper

His tongue on your tit and you trying to ride him is just distracting you. You’re actually losing your mind from all his ministrations.

« Speak. » he say nibbling your nipple

- Ah yes ! Im...

« Already brain dead ? » he laughs

- ... Stop laughing… you sniff

« Or what ? Shut up and apologize, young miss. » he whisper biting your nipple

You hisses and pout. He let your tit go.

- I hate you. you moan

« I hate you too, darling. » he replies

You look at him and he smiles at you. You smack him and get up to run away. Unfortunately, he sit up and grabs you by the arm, you both fall on the ground and you’re now trapped in his arms.

- Fuck ! you swear, mad

He chuckles and put his hand on your mouth.

« Dear y/n... Why you gotta so stupid ? Where were you going to run ? We live in the same house. he chuckles « Or were you expecting me to run after you ? » he rhetorically ask

- Yes exactly. But my plan is fucked now... you think

« I’ll take that as a yes. » he purrs in your ear

He grabs your hair and your neck, you gasp.

« But seriously, I’m tired of your bullshit ! Act like a bitch one more time and you’ll see ! » he growls in your ear

You laughs.

- Oh yes... I’ve been a bad girl~ Punish me, master ! you moan

Suddenly you feel something in your mouth and know you what it is. He grabs your wrists and cuffs them behind your back. He step back and looks down at you.

« You hear this ? It’s all quiet now... » he scoffs

He kneels in front of you.

«  Try to make noise now. Oh yeah ! You can’t. » he taps your cheek

You’re ass up and face down on the carpet with your hands on your back. You can’t move or say anything and it’s annoying you. He gets behind you and finally thrust into you. You whimper.

He leans on your arms as he sinks deeper into your womb. At the same time, you bounce your ass on his length. You just want to scream, yell and cry about it, praise him, tell him that it feels good, and that he can use you as he want. You also want to touch, caress and scratch him, just want to feel his skin under the palm of your hand. But you can’t, you’re just a moaning and drooling mess under him, deprived of all movements and words...

He grabs your left ass cheek and slap the other one. You close your eyes, whining.

« You’re still so loud... Even with the gag. » he grunts

You whine moving your legs. He grabs your hair and your neck, growling. His dick sliding into your glistening walls is making your pussy clench and throb at each stroke and you can’t stop moaning. He tighten his grip on your hair and leave your neck to rest his hand on the floor.

« Shit, I’m gonna cum... » he sigh

You move your hand on your back to give him a green light. You give him a nod and lift your thumb up to tell him that he can do it inside you, and he get the message. He smile and hold your shoulders before changing his pace to a faster one. You gasp and he pulls your hair to get you closer. He grasp your hair with both his hands and gives you harder strokes.

You let out a muffled scream. Lewd noises came out your mouth and your both bodies smacking and clapping at each other. Your eyes are starting to feel heavy and your sight is getting blurry as if you’re about to fall asleep. You moan and he grunts behind you. You feel his hot seed filling your stomach. Y’all both sigh and he let your hair go. You rest your head on the floor. He grabs your hips.

« Don’t let it leak. » he says pushing himself deeper

You whine and shiver. You feel your legs shaking and trembling. He removes himself and get up. He looks at you with a smile.

« What a sweet cream pie... » he scoffs, smacking your ass

You moan wiggling on the floor. He uncuffs your hands.

« Here you go. You’re free now ! » he say sitting on the couch

You untangle the gag and stay on the floor for a bit, trying to find your breath back. You still want him, very badly. It’s like you were hypnotized by him. You try to get up but your legs are still shaking, so you stay on all fours and walk towards him, looking up at him.

- I need you... Now ! you stutter

« Again ?! » he exclaims

His face, his body, his height and everything about him is making you crazy. It’s probably the exhilaration but you’re almost, if not literally, looking at him with heart-shaped eyes. His scent going through your nostrils excites you more. You get on top of him and put your hands on his shoulders.

- Please... I want you so bad~ you moan, trying to kiss him

He put his finger on your lips, stopping you. You hold his hand.

« Uh huh... You still don’t deserve a kiss and you still owe me something, miss... »

- I’m sorry... I’m so sorry baby... you sigh, rubbing yourself on his dick

He chuckles and lay his arms back on the couch. You bury your face in his neck, kiss and suck it while you’re apologizing. You fondle his balls.

- Please... Forgive me~~ you moan in his ear

He groans.

- Im sorry for not telling you, for calling you a « big baby »...

You go down to kiss his chest and torso then you fall back on your knees between his legs. You grab his dick and put it in your mouth. You lick and suck his tip. He scoffs.

« You like having something in your mouth, huh ? Use your mouth more then. » he smirks, looking down at you

You stroke his dick and spit on it, moaning. You stick your tongue out and lick it from the tip to the base.

« Ouuh... That’s a super slutty face you got there. » he says

You look at him with lustful eyes and a long trail of saliva falls on your chest. You suck his tip again. He hisses.

« Fuck… » he grunts

You shove his full length in your throat, stick it out and put it back. You use your hand to jerk him off as you keep on sucking his tip.

« Mmm shit... Yeah, right there...! » he moans

You swirl your tongue around his tip, stroke it and lick his slit. You stare at him with the same slutty face and hypnotized eyes and give him a smile. He bite his lower lip.

« Fuck it. » he whisper

He get up and put his hand on your head. He grab his dick and stroke it in front of your face. You open your mouth, tongue lolling out, groping your breast. He cums on your nose, in your mouth and on your chest. He sigh and let you fall on the floor. You lick your lips and sit on the couch in front of him. He walk towards you and pull your leg.

« I’m not done with you. » he say penetrating your pussy

You bite your lip and he grabs your neck.

« I hate you so much... » he grunts

- Han~ And I love you ! you whine

« ... I fucking hate her, she makes me hard ! » he thinks

He push himself deeper and accelerate his pace. You put your leg on his hip. He grabs your arms and pin it above your head. After a few more strokes in, he let your neck go and cum on your stomach. He sigh and step back.

« Now I’m done. » he say, walking away

He picks up his stuff and leave. You’re an absolute mess on the couch. Your walls are throbbing, your legs are shaking and your ass is sore from all that spanking. Now you feel the need to rest. You sigh and lay down on the couch, satisfied.

« One more thing ! » says Benkei

You look at him.

« You’re a bitch, but you’re MY, bitch. »

You frown.

« Happy birthday. » he smirks at you

And he leaves. You smile and strokes your hair.

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