#service top male reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

If you're interested I'd like to request some ftm Mihawk X service top Male reader, like goddam I really wanna worship this man and eat him out/mark him 😭

Ftm Dracule Mihawk x male reader

Headcanons

I love Mihawk, hes one of the few one piece characters I can look at and think “he definitely smells good”. I was listening to dark academia when writing this, since I felt it fit Mihawk.

Mixed terminology for Mihawks bits, like usual.

Mihawk carries a lot of stress in his day-to-day life, I mean, how couldn’t be. He doesn’t show it, at least not to those who don’t know him. But as his partner, you can spot it immediately when he’s more tense than usual.

There is nothing you love more than to make Mihawk feel good, which results in many people thinking you are some kind of lovesick fool. (for some reason I imagine Gomez and Morticia Addams in this dynamic)

Many thing Mihawk is cold, aloof and emotionless, that he doesn’t return your strong emotional acts, but you know he has his own ways to show his love. Like the way he lets you take care of him and puts down his defenses around you, in the way he caresses your cheek in the morning, or how he brings you small trinkets from his travels.

You cant help but yearn to make Mihawk feel as good as you possibly can, especially on days where he clearly needs to let off some steam.

It starts with a bath of the highest quality, with Mihawks favorite scents and soaps, where you’ll even go as far as wash his hair and beard for him, massaging at his tense shoulders and arms.

Massages has become one of the easiest ways to make Mihawk unwind, as he only lets you do it, so his body immediately knows its safe and that he doesn’t need to be on guard when you massage him.

He does grumble and give you a half-hearted glare when you start nipping and sucking hickeys on his neck and arms, calling you a possessive bastard, especially when you keep leaving hickeys where everyone can see as he goes around shirtless.

In the earlier period of your relationship, he would never allow it, but nowadays he lets you pick him up out of the bathtub, dry him off, even lets you rub his favorite lotion into his skin.

If you end up sliding to your knees between his thighs when he’s sitting on the counter, who but you two would know. Mihawk has never been much of a moaner or for making noise in general, but you can always see that your loving and caring touches lights a fire in him, as he’s always wet on your fingers when you rub them through his folds.

He leans back against the mirror as you lick and suck at his cock and folds, experience guiding you in the best ways to make his thighs quiver and breath stutter.

Only after hes cum will you pull back, wiping your mouth and picking your swordsman back up, moving him into the bedroom and laying him down on the silky sheets that cover the huge bed you guys share.

As much as Mihawk wants to keep going from where you left off in the bathroom, you just spread him out and go off to grab the massage oil, rolling him onto his front so you can start actually working into his back.

Mihawk always feels your erection pressing against the small of his back as you knead at his tight muscles, something inside him feeling hot and gooey at the knowledge that you are so aroused, but you always want to take care of him more.

You take the chance to leave more bites and hickeys as you work down his back and to his legs, spreading his thighs apart so you can rub at them too. Of course, you take the chance to lift his hips a bit and lick through his folds again, causing Mihawk to gasp into the sheets.

The fact that you are the only person to see Mihawk Dracule like this, splayed out across the sheets and so relaxed, muscles lax and hips rolling lazily back against your tongue, almost has you bursting right then and there.

As you keep eating him out, you rub down as much of his legs as you can, pulling away from his cunt with a string of fluids connecting your tongue and his heat so you can scoot down and rub down his feet too, much to Mihawks annoyance.

Rolling him onto his back, you do the same to his front, making sure to kiss at his top surgery scars and leave bites down his stomach, before sucking his cock between your legs as you hike on of his legs over your shoulder.

Mihawk is a vision as he basks in pleasure, arms tucked under his head and eyes half lidded as they look down at you. He looks soft and pliable, but somehow still so powerful, even as he lets you pretty much worship him with your hands and mouth.

Its only after he mumbles for you to get on with it that you slide fingers into him, crooking them just the way he likes as you roll his cock in lazy circles with your tongue, the flat side of your tongue rubbing the bundle of nerves enough to send a tingling feeling up his spin.

As you open him up, you make sure to mumble compliments, about how strong he is, how much you love him and his body, how much you think about him and crave him whenever he is away.

All this praise and touching culminates in a second orgasm, starting slowly in his stomach and warming over time, as you of so lazily draw it out of him, your movements and actions having no rush even as he gasps, thighs clamping down on either side of your head.

As he calms down from the orgasm, you move away from his crotch to press kisses against his lower stomach instead, rubbing a loving hand up and down his thigh so as to not overstimulate him.

At some point Mihawk grabs onto your hair and pulls at it, pulling you up on top of him instead, hooking his legs around your hips as he stares at you intensely. Theres no need for words to express what he wants, especially as his pupils are bigger than normal, and there’s a flush to his cheeks.

Your pants and boxers are easily kicked off to the floor, and after slipping on a condom, you carefully push inside his slit, all the prep and work to make him relax easing the way, making it easy for you to bottom out.

What you two experience is more like the act of making love, compared to fucking. Hips rolling in slow loose thrusts, lips pressing together in an open-mouthed kiss as you breathe one another in as hands explore and grab at whatever flesh they can find.

There is no hurry, like there has been no hurry the entire night, its all about making Mihawk feel good in your eyes, your own need for orgasm completely leaving your mind, or maybe having never even been present in the first place.

The third orgasm Mihawk experiences has his eyes clenching shut, mouth dropping open into a beautiful O shape, as soundless moans tremble out of him, cunt gripping tighter onto your shaft as he shudders through it.

His toes curl and fingers dig into your back, Mihawk almost forgetting to breathe until you remind him, making him gasp. You almost want to pull out, since your own end means nothing, but Mihawks legs stay locked around your hips, rocking you in and out of him.

Your orgasm leaves your vision going black for a second or two, the feeling washing through you like a wave as you grunt and cling closer to your lover, filling the latex wrapped around your shaft with a moan, mixed with yet another mumble of praise for the man you love.

You two stay pressed up against each other for a while, just basking in the others presence, until it starts to get uncomfortable.

Pulling out, you discard of the soiled condom, and go about cleaning up, getting new sheets on the bed, and wiping your lover down as he lays lax and half asleep, though Mihawk is never fully asleep until you crawl back into bed with him.

Its only times like this that he gets to completely relax, falling asleep against your side as you caress his hair and rub his back. Its some of the best sleep Mihawk ever gets, knowing that you are there to love him and care for him. The multiple orgasms also help with putting him to sleep.

Its only after Mihawk is completely asleep that you close your eyes. You never go fully to sleep, keeping some of your consciousness alert, just in case you’ll end up needing it. Its mainly to allow Mihawk to get the deep sleep he needs, without having to worry about keeping his guards up himself. And you’ll do anything for your partner.

[sku11s1asher]

okay which character do y’all think would go good with this scenario:

reader makes character feel better about their imperfections with pleasure and love. they kiss every single scar, mark, bruise, anything and everything on characters body; basically reader worships character

haven’t decided if i wanted to make reader top or bottom, but i’ll prob make him top.. who knows..

i got like 7 other scenarios in mind after this pole so hopefully be prepared for some stuff :)

EDIT: for those who think other characters should be in this scenario or a similar one, send me a request in my inbox !!

[karteinss]

Virgin No More | 04 Alhaitham

Dom! Reader x Sub! Alhaitham

Part 04 of my “Maid cafe” series! (Requests are open!)

Slut shaming, slight feminization (hole being referred to as cunt), bottom/sub Alhaitham, cock can be seen as a strap!

You were an office worker that's nearing their 30s and yet, you were still a virgin.

And you couldn't handle it anymore.

You weren't interested in sex at first but eversince you encountered the maid cafe, you couldn't help wanting more.

Maybe it was because you craved physical touch?

Or you just wanted your cock get stuffed in between a man's tits.

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“Welcome, dear customer!” A familiar orange haired man in a skimpy maid dress exclaimed as you went inside the dimly lit maid cafe.

Ah, it was Ajax.

You politely smiled at Ajax as you sat down on a nearby table.

It was like the last time you were here—

But you weren't here just to get blowjobs or handjobs.

No,

You wanted to have sex.

With who? Well, that's the problem.

Anyone would do, but you can't help but miss the warm pink lips of a certain violet haired man whom you haven't seen for the past month.

His plump pink lips stretching so much from your thick cock, tears streaming down his face because he couldn't fit your humongous cock—

Gods, you missed him, you really did.

But, it was just a “One Night Stand”— So why do you awfully crave him so much?

...

You didn't know.

You wanted him, but you couldn't find him.

So right now, you just wanted to get laid as fast as possible.

To have experience, of course.

It wasn't as if you were hungry to get your dick wet.

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You looked around the place, trying to see who could catch your attention the most—

And, no one did.

Well, not yet.

You roamed inside the cafe, looking for someone that would fit your standard.

Suddenly, you bumped into a quite soft “something”.

You looked up to see a taller man with a buffer figure—

You bumped into the man's seemingly soft chest

His chest was literally popping out of his tight maid dress, making it quite an erotic view.

You didn't notice how long you were staring at the man's chest when suddenly, the man coughed.

“At least have some decency not to directly look at a stranger's chest, sir.” The grey haired man said, his voice seemed emotionless.

You finally realized how shameless you were as you immediately stepped back, your cheeks and ears pink.

“I-Im sorry!” You quickly apologized for bumping into the quite handsome man (and for looking directly at his manboobs—) which the man just nodded in response.

“Its fine.” He said before continuing, “Are you here for our service or—”

“Your services.” You quickly responded, your eyes looked up to see a better view of the man—

The taller and more buffer man had pale skin, and light turquoise eyes with yellow pupils.

He looked really pretty.

Well, at least you know who you're going to fuck this night.

“I..I'll order you.”

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The grey haired man led you to a room, very different from your previous rooms.

It felt more comfortable now, and had a sensual atmosphere to it...

You let out a soft hum as you sat yourself on the now much more comfortable bed as the grey haired man started to take his underwear off.

“My name's Alhaitham, by the way.” He introduced himself, his maid dress was still there but you could see how his panties werent— He seemed to be ready for your cock

You decided to unzip your pants and release your hardened cock from your boxers, which Alhaitham gulped at its size. He was on his knees as he puts his fingers on the base, he gave your tip a small kitten lick before licking the base up and down.

He looked so pretty, his flustered state and how he's looking so lewd, his eyes looking at yours.

The way his hot tongue was dancing on your cock almost made you cum— You couldn't stand it anymore as you thrusted your cock into his small mouth.

His mouth was small and tight as you let out a groan from the tight heat surrounding your cock.

Alhaitham was taken aback as he tried to moan around your cock.

“mffhh~” is all he could release, your thick length was stretching his oh so beautiful mouth.

Your eyes were of a predator's— you looked as if you were going to eat him.

Well, who wouldn't do that?

He looked so beautiful, his mouth stretched around your fat cock, and all you could do is close your eyes from such pleasure that he was giving you.

He starts to move his tongue up and down, cockwarming your length with ease.

He feels so warm, so tight...everything.

You brought  a hand down to stroke his soft grey hair as he slightly shifts, but that didn't stop him from licking your cock clean. He looks up at you, his turquoise eyes were looking so submissive— you grabbed a patch of his hair as you fucked his mouth.

All he could do was choke on your cock, tears forming in his eyes as he makes audible noises.

“mffh!!!~”

You eventually came with a loud groan.

Both you and him were panting, as you let go of his hair you realized you accidentally came inside of his mouth. You gulped as you wanted to apologize. “i...hey, I..I'm sorry..” You nervously said as you looked at Alhaitham who was barely even processing your words— He instead looked so...out of it.

The sight was very lewd, his mouth was hanging open as your cum was leaking out.

“H-hey, you okay?” You asked, as you caressed his hair which he came back in response.

“y-yeah..I am. No worries” He immediately got up and spat your cum onto a tissue and threw it in the nearby trashbin.

As you were about to lie down and take a break, you were suddenly met with a hand on your cock— it was Alhaitham putting a condom on you.

Oh, right..

“Did..did you do any preparation?” You asked, worried for his wellbeing which the man just scoffed in response. “Dont worry, it's not like you're that big.” And that made your ego shatter.

As Alhaitham placed his hole on top of your already hardened cock, he dropped—

You both let out loud moans but Alhaitham's was especially loud.

“ANH—” He moans loudly, only your tip was inserted in but he already moaned like a slut.

Oh, how exciting.

He was breathing heavily but he decided to push down further.

“Nhh~ mfff....” All he could do was moan like a pretty slut, he was crying from the stretch in his hole. You weren't even fully in yet and he's already crying from your cock. His hole was as delicious as his mouth, the way his hole was tightening every second and how warm it was made you groan.

“agh... Alhaitham..let me fuck you—” You groaned out, you couldn't handle it anymore, you wanted to abuse his tight pink hole.

But Alhaitham refused to, he instead didn't listen to you as he still tries to get used to your length and thickness.

Which you finally snapped, you were embarrassed that he referred to you as "not that big" and now he's going to pay for it.

You Part his cheeks to spread his hole further which he loudly moaned in response, it was so wet and tight that you forced him down on your cock.

Which he screamed—

“ANHHH~! N-Noo..! P-PLEASS~” You bounced him up and down on your cock, and all he does is moan like a cheap whore, needy and begging to be filled with your cum. His manboobs bounced as you bounced him faster and faster, he was making audible noises as you tried to find his prostate.

“N-noohh~ p-pleash...mffhh—” He cries out, your cock was abusing his tight warm hole, the way his mancunt was desperately clinging onto your cock made you let out yet another moan.

“Nghh...— Fuck, you're like a cheap whore, alhaitham...begging to be filled, aren't ya?” You smirked as you said that, you were also struggling to talk because of how tight he was clenching down on your cock.

All Alhaitham could do to respond is with loud sobs, with "no" 's and "I'm not a whore" 's.

You gave alhaitham a gentle kiss on the cheek before you switched positions, it was doggy style now.

He couldn't look at your wide smirk that was on display now, as you fucked him over and over again— His slutty hole was begging to be filled as you held his hips tightly.

His warm walls were clinging onto your cock, as if  it's begging you to ruin his insides.

You fucked him faster and faster, his moans got louder as you degraded him further.

You might be a virgin but you know some knowledge about sex, at least.

Now, you hit a certain spot that made Alhaitham cry out louder than his other moans.

“Oh? What's this, did I hit your prostate, sweetheart?” You smirked as you already knew the answer, you didn't even let him response as you kept moving your hips with his, fucking him in a brutal pace and hitting his prostate with your fat cock over and over again.

If only you could see how slutty his face was, he was indeed a mess.

“P-please~~!!! F-fuck me harder— Nghh~!!” He moans out, drooling saliva like a dumb whore who's thirsty for another man's cock.

“You're so fucking tight right now...it's as if your cunt is begging to be bred by my cock, no?” You leaned in and whispered into his ear, you were panting and nearly out of breath but that didn't stop you from fucking him vigorously.

“Y-yes♡~!!! p-please..make me..your—!!! NGHH P-PLEASE!~~~” He was fucked dumb as you ram up your speed, the sound of skin on skin was heard throughout the room and especially Alhaitham's pretty noises, begging to be filled.

“Please what, my dear?” You asked him, your tone was teasing as you suddenly slowed down your pace which Alhaitham let out a loud whine in response.

“N-noo~ f-fuck me dumb..please..?” He turned to look at you, his face was a mess. His hair and his eyes were puffy from tears, he was a drooling mess and he looked like he had hearts in his eyes.

Oh, how could you ever decline such a sweet request?

Before he knows it, you fucked him like a rabid dog, you were hitting his prostate over and over again as you held a bruising grip on his waist.

“Anh~~ I..I love your cock!!!nhhHHH please..let me..I wanna— NGHH~~!!”

You decided to tease him by pinching his nipples, you were flicking them as you fucked him dumb.

He was a drooling mess, all he could do is moan like a dumb slut.

You finally came with a final thrust, you came... unfortunately not inside of him.

You pulled out with a groan as you took off your condom, Alhaitham's body immediately fell and he seemed to pass out.

Oh, your fun wasn't done just yet.

[archivedzeke]

let’s discuss the cowgirl position! who dominates and who shies away? there’s only a couple of men who can take dick good and deep while on top.

these are the types you have to yell at because they’ll keep riding you until they’ve milked you dry and you’re dumb in the brain. they can ride you for hours if need be. just to have you cum inside.

yeah, some are compassionate and will let up ♡. once you’ve nutted at least one or twice. even then , they’ll stay on top , grinding and rolling their hips until that bulge peeks through.

they are usually a power bottom , preferring to get a really good look at your face while they ride you nice and hard. hand constricting your throat while muttering utter filth in your ears. their other hand placed on the headboard to steady their bodies. slamming down onto your dick eagerly.

“fuck daddy ! look at how deep you are . . . ah !” , grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to look at the way you’re deep in their guts. they’re really slutting you out like this. fuck you love it.

their pretty cock bobbing in between both of your stomachs , precum sticking and leaving a mess behind. you’re really only there to service them like the good boyfriend you are.

will tie you down to the bed if you even think about touching them without permission. ask first. let them take control!

PANTALONE , YOON SEUNGHO , ARATAKI ITTO , DAICHI SAWAMURA , OH SANGWOO , RYUSEI SHIDO , MICHEAL KAISER , TOJI FUSHIGURO , GOJO SATORU , DABI , DOTTORE , CAPITANO , SCARAMOUCHE , HAWKS , JING YUAN , DAN HENG

𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘇𝗻𝗻™

[n0cturna1-m3]

Something New | Dom! Bottom FTM! Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Sub! Top Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Overstimulation, blindfolds, bondage, power bottom/service top, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, orgasm control/denial, hand jobs, brief dick sucking

Synopsis; Roach wants to try something new, and his lovely boyfriend is more than happy to oblige.

A/N; Not a request, but i said i'd do this months ago and i been workin on it fer a while (southern accent)

2.3k words

Roach had tapped him on the shoulder while they were watching a TV show on the couch, cuddling up and winding down after a long mission that had them both separated for some time. It was moments like these that left them both feeling content and happy, all anxiety about work washing away from being in each other's company in their home.

‘I Want to try something new,’ he signed, looking at Y/N eagerly. He quirked an eyebrow at him. 

 

"What?" Y/N asked. 

 

‘In bed. It’ll be fun,’ he urged, smiling at Y/N. He was sceptical but decided that it was worth a shot. 

 

"Okay. What is it you wanna try?" 

 

Roach gave him a mischievous grin and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that he reciprocated quickly. Y/N hummed against his lips and tilted his head to deepen it. Roach let his tongue poke out and run along Y/N’s bottom lip, the latter letting his tongue slip out of his mouth to meet Roach’s. 

 

Before Y/N could deepen their makeout session any further, Roach pulled away and stood up, pulling Y/N up with him. He pulled him along to their bedroom and pushed Y/N onto the bed, climbing into his lap promptly after. 

 

"Hey, you don’t have to go so fast," Y/N said, placing one hand on Roach’s hip and gazing up at him. He shook his head and pressed their lips together once more, his hands holding the back of Y/N’s neck tightly while he snaked his arms around his waist to hug him closer. Roach slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth and relished in the moan that met his ears. 

 

Y/N let one hand slide down Roach’s back to cup his ass, squeezing one cheek in his hand. Roach’s hips bucked forward into Y/N’s, slowly grinding his groyne against Y/N’s through their pants. Little whimpers slipped past Y/N’s lips, his grip on Roach tightening slightly. He slid his hands under Roach’s shirt and squeezed his flesh, running his fingertips up the pale skin with a ghost-like touch. Roach shivered and bit Y/N’s lip softly between his teeth, pulling at it and nibbling lightly while Y/N grunted. 

 

He moved his hands down again and shoved them under Roach’s pants, grabbing his ass, only for Roach to take his hands off of him and pin them to the bed. 

 

"What, am I not allowed to touch you now?" he said. Roach smiled and kissed his cheek before standing up, walking to the closet, and rummaging through it. 

 

Eventually, he found what he was looking for and turned around with a relatively small box. He waved his hand for Y/N to sit back in the middle of the bed, him complying and resting his back against the headboard while Roach crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of Y/N. He opened the box and pulled out a coil of rope. Y/N stared at it for a moment before looking back at Roach, who sported an eager face. 

 

"You wanna do that?" he asked hesitantly. Roach nodded hopefully. "Okay." 

 

Roach smiled with his teeth, Y/N taking the opportunity to admire his slightly crooked teeth. They were quite possibly one of his favourite features on Roach. 

 

It was charming. 

 

He motioned for Y/N to scoot forward, the latter doing so and allowing Roach to carefully wrap the rope around his body. 

 

And now Y/N was lying against the mattress, his arms firmly bound behind his back with intricate knots pulled taut over his chest, the skin dimpling on spots that squeezed him tighter. He felt slightly uncomfortable, but it was mostly out of nervousness. This was new and foreign to them both. Y/N felt safe in Roach’s care, though. 

 

Roach lifted a blindfold and looked at Y/N expectantly. 

 

"Sure," he said, nodding. 

 

‘Tell me if you want to stop,’ Roach signed. 

 

Y/N smiled and said quietly, "Okay."

 

He raised his head, and Roach reached forward to carefully put the blindfold over his eyes. 

 

"A little looser, please." Roach loosened it slightly. "That’s better. Thank you, Gary." 

 

Roach traced his fingers up Y/N’s stomach, only letting his fingertips grace the skin, causing him to shiver. His cock was half-hard, lying against his stomach, hot and flush and waiting for attention. Roach dragged his fingers down his stomach and wrapped his hand around Y/N, giving him a few firm strokes before turning away to grab the bottle of lube beside him. 

 

Popping open the cap, he poured some directly onto Y/N's cock, the latter grunting at the cold temperature. Roach grasped his dick again and began stroking it to fullness, admiring Y/N as his stomach rose and fell with deep breaths. His legs twitched, and his head pushed back against the pillows while he furrowed his eyebrows. He perked up when he heard Roach rummaging through the box with his free hand, anticipation making his blood boil and spread throughout his body. 

 

The moan he let out when Roach turned on a small vibrator and pressed it against the head of his cock was utterly enthralling. Roach’s eyes widened, and he stared at Y/N as he continued fisting his cock, his heart pounding in his chest as the man before he wiggled and grit his teeth, deep moans resonating from deep in his throat. 

 

He had never seen Y/N like this before. So whiny and desperate. Roach’s cock twitched in his pants, but he ignored his own neediness for now, instead placing the vibrator in his palm and pumping Y/N's cock quickly. He twisted his wrist and rubbed over the head when he reached it. 

 

"Fuck, fuck!" Y/N moaned. It was a borderline cry, and it was oh-so appetising to Gary. "I’m gonna- oh, bloody hell!" 

 

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as he proceeded to spill onto his stomach, muscles tensing from Roach’s hand that didn't cease its movement. He attempted to close his legs, but Roach just pinned one thigh down with his hand and used his knee to hold the other against the bed. 

 

Y/N's mouth hung open, a slew of moans and pleas for Roach to slow down falling from his bitten lips. Roach leaned down and kissed his shoulder, trailing up to his neck and sucking a hickey onto the soft skin. 

 

"Please!"  Y/N slurred, his mouth full of saliva that threatened to spill past his lips. The hand on his cock slowed significantly, almost painfully slow. Then he let go of him entirely and switched off the vibrator, grinning as Y/N's hips bucked up and the man groaning in frustration. 

 

Biting his lip, Roach dragged his nails along the underside of Y/N’s cock and watched it jump. As he breathed deeply, the ropes across his body strained against the skin, pressing into the flesh and irritating it slightly. 

 

Roach rubbed the head of Y/N’s cock with the tip of his finger and leaned forward, ghosting his lips over his ear before blowing gently. He let out a strange noise and sucked in a breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out. Wrapping his hand around Y/N’s cock again, Roach began stroking him quickly, squeezing him tight. His other hand rested on Y/N’s ribcage as he kissed and sucked on Y/N’s neck. 

 

His legs twitched, and he let out a throaty moan that subsequently caused Roach to let go of his weeping erection. He sat up slightly and planted a wet kiss on Y/N’s lips before sitting back on his knees, arms limp at his sides. 

 

Gary eyed him hungrily like a vulture plucking meat from the bone as he devoured the sight in front of him. His mouth was slightly agape, shallow breaths slipping past his swollen lips. His skin was hot to the touch, glistening with sweat. Come pooled on his stomach, seeping into the cord that held him tightly restrained. 

 

The big prize, however, was Y/N’s cock, hot and throbbing and slick with lube and his fluids. Roach licked his lips and moved back onto the bed, quickly shedding his boxers. Arousal dripped from his sex, wetting his thighs and fingers as he slipped two through his folds. 

 

Pursing his lips to stifle a moan, he lurched forward and rested his head on Y/N’s thigh, his face so close to his dick that he could feel Roach’s breath fanning over his skin. He rubbed himself quickly, huffing hot air onto Y/N without care. 

 

He whimpered and jolted his hips up, a silent plea for Roach to quit teasing and get on with it. Luckily, he complied. 

 

Roach thought, "How precious," as he placed his lips on the shaft of Y/N's dick. 

 

Y/N grunted and bit his tongue while Roach kissed his way to the tip of his cock, eventually pulling the foreskin back with his thumb. He pressed his tongue flat against the head, dragging it over the wet gland before taking it into his mouth and sucking softly. He slipped his fingers deep into his cunt while slowly taking more of Y/N into his mouth. 

 

Gary hummed quietly when the tip of his cock reached the back of his throat, choking slightly. He began bobbing his head up and down, sucking softly. 

 

"Shit," Y/N whimpered as he bucked his hips into Roach’s mouth. 

 

The latter gagged and furrowed his eyebrows, grazing his teeth against the skin as a warning. Y/N shivered at the painful stimuli, rolling his hips up again. Roach pulled off him, removing his fingers from his cunt, and glared at Y/N as he whined and writhed on the bed. 

 

He moved back up the bed and placed his knee between Y/N’s legs, gradually putting pressure on his cock until it began to hurt. 

 

"Ow! Fuh- Gary…" he moaned, again trying to close his legs but being stopped by Roach’s firm grip. 

 

Roach leaned down, dipping his head into Y/N’s neck. "If you keep moving, I’ll leave you here," he whispered. Y/N whimpered but nodded. 

 

Fuck, Roach’s voice turned him on to no end. It was rare that he’d speak, so it was always low and raspy. But it was also soft and warm, leaving Y/N’s face warmer than before. 

 

"Good boy." 

 

He could have come from that alone, and he almost did. A droplet of come dripped from his cock and onto his stomach. 

 

God, Gary would be the death of him. 

 

Roach sat back again and looked at Y/N’s cock. He then decided that he couldn't wait any longer. 

 

He placed his hands on the back of Y/N’s thighs just below his knees and pushed them to his chest. Y/N grunted, biting his lip while Roach held his cock in place and slowly slipped it inside himself. 

 

Fuck, he was so wet, clamping around Y/N tightly as he rolled his hips forward. His head was spinning, sweat rolling down his forehead and getting caught in the blindfold. Roach sighs with contentment and begins rocking his hips back and forth, taking Y/N slowly inside of him. 

 

The position allows a different angle, a new angle that was driving them equally crazy. Y/N’s cock dragged along Roach’s insides, pressing into him just right and causing Roach to shiver and falter in pace. 

 

He pursed his lips and whined, pulling off Y/N's cock with a quiet, slick, wet sound. He moved one of Y/N’s legs to be laid on the bed again and straddled his thigh, moving one knee to be beside his waist with the other behind his other thigh, before taking the other leg over his shoulder and hugging it to his chest. 

 

Roach scooted forward and held Y/N's erection in place before slowly sinking it into himself. Moany-grunts met Y/N’s ears, filling his brain and making his cock jump. 

 

"Christ, eugh," he moaned, clenching his sweaty fists underneath him. "Close- I’m so..!" 

 

"Fill me up, baby," Roach whispered in a sultry tone. Y/N shuddered and came, legs shaking while moaning through gritted teeth as his cock spurted hot come into his cunt. 

 

Roach gave him a moment to wind down before he began to move. Raising himself and dropping back down relatively quickly, wet sounds filled the room, both from Roach’s arousal and Y/N’s release. 

 

He shifted his leg slightly to fuck himself deeper on Y/N's cock, rolling his hips back and forth so it would press into his sweet spot just right. Y/N whimpered with overstimulation, tossing his head to the side and biting on the pillow beneath his head to help cope with it. 

 

God, he’s close. Roach moved one hand in between his legs, fingers rubbing his dick quickly. Y/N let the pillow call from his teeth and moaned as Roach tightened around him from pleasure. Roach rested his face on Y/N’s leg, pressing his cheek into him and breathing heavily as he neared orgasm. 

 

"I- I can’t," Y/N stuttered, shaking under Roach. 

 

"A little more," he said. 

 

Y/N let out a sob, tears welling in his eyes. He let out a cry as he came inside Roach again, the hot liquid filling him. Roach bit his lip at the feeling of heat pooling in his stomach. 

 

Tears dampened the blindfold over Y/N’s eyes as he started to cry, his chest heaving and lips quivering. 

 

"No more, please!" he sobbed. Roach grinned and let go of his leg, reaching up to cup his jaw before leaning down and kissing his lips. Y/N sighed and leaned into it, knitting his eyebrows together. 

 

"A little more," Gary whispered. Y/N nodded and licked Gary’s tongue. He hummed and picked up his pace, chasing his impending orgasm as Y/N writhed and whimpered. 

 

Gary shivered, his jaw falling slack as he came. His eyes were screwed shut, cunt squeezing Y/N and forcing him to come again. He moved his hands to hold Y/N’s neck, fingers shaking as he kissed him sweetly. 

 

He slid off Y/N’s cock, come dripping out of him and onto his spent dick. Gary pecked his lips before pulling back and slipping off the blindfold. Y/N blinked up at him, eyelashes wet with tears. 

 

Roach kissed his forehead and wiped the sweat from his brow. He sat up, pulling Y/N’s attention with him. 

 

‘Let’s get you cleaned up,’ he signed. 

[slasherbaby]

Different - Eddie Munson x trans male reader

read below the cut or on AO3

length: 2037 words

rating: explicit

warnings: mentions of prev bad sex, very mild hurt/comfort, words like dick, slit, & hole used to describe the reader’s junk

“Sweetheart,” Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest to your back and nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “Feeling alright?”

“Course I am.” You reply without giving it a second thought, to which he gives your neck a little kiss.

“I know you too well for that.” He murmurs, stroking your waist affectionately. “You don’t need to lie for my sake.”

You let out a soft groan as Eddie’s thrusts grew faster. Letting your chest fall to the mattress, you kept your arms folded under your jaw, resting your chin on your wrist. The push and pull of him inside of you was giving you a little pleasure, but nothing close to what sex was usually like between you to.

As much as it irritates you to think about, you’re used to bad sex. In high school you didn’t think twice about letting idiot seniors use you to get off. As long as they took you on a date or for a drive, you didn’t mind it. Mediocre sex in exchange for company never actually left you feeling better off, though. The only thing it really did was make you wish you didn’t bother getting all dressed up to go out. 

You stopped messing around like that a few months after you moved to Hawkins, meeting Eddie and instantly crushing on him. A year out of high school and a week since you finally got the courage to tell Eddie how you felt about him, you’ve started to feel better about sex. Sure, you could count the number of times you two have fucked on one hand, but you hadn’t faked a moan once in the past week, or wished that your partner would just hurry up and cum already.

But something felt different this time. Just a little bit off. Perhaps it was from the lack of effort on your part, a fact you were quick to acknowledge. You spent the entire day in a haze, moving through the usual motions without feeling much at all. Working a shift at the video store, picking up and unpacking the groceries at your house, and laying in bed before it was a decent time to head over to Eddies.

You initiated it, though the way you went about it was different from the past two times. You stripped while he was grabbing something from the kitchen, surprising him on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, before asking him to fuck you.

Eddie’s hips come to a halt, pulling you from your thoughts. You look back at him in confusion, frowning when you see his furrowed brow. His face relaxes in a forceful way once you meet his eyes, and he rubs his hand over the small of your back before pulling out. 

Wincing at the sudden emptiness, you push yourself up until you’re off your hands and just on your knees. His arms wrap around your waist instantly, keeping you close to him.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest to your back and nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “Are we feeling alright?”

“Of course.” You reply without giving it a second thought, to which he gives your neck a little kiss.

“I know you too well for that.” He murmurs, stroking your waist affectionately. “You don’t need to lie for my sake.”

You shrug, ignoring the frog in your throat. It’s stupid, you tell yourself, to be getting choked up over common decency. Eddie’s not a piece of shit, and depsite his ‘fuck the world’ attitude, he’s one of the sweetest guy’s you’ve ever met.

“You know I won’t be mad if you want to stop, right?” His words are so soft, you have to believe them.

But you don’t wanna stop, you like him touching you. If you asked him, you know he’d be more than down to just cuddle. He’s spent hours holding you before, talking about D&D or his band, distracting you from the worries on your mind. But you don’t want to stop this- cuddling isn’t the type of closeness you crave right now.

Maybe you weren’t feeling horny when you propositioned him, but you did want to have sex. You like feeling close to him, knowing that it’s you he’s getting pleasure from. So you shake your head.

“I don’t wanna stop.”

“Alrighty.” He leaves a gentle kiss underneath your ear before putting his hand on your back, applying enough pressure to let you know he wants you back in the same position. 

You follow easily, and are rewarded by Eddie’s calloused fingertips tracing down your spine, making your back arch into his touch reflexively. His hands come to curl around your waist once more, and he lets out an appreciative groan as he squeezes the rolls he finds.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” He squeezes you tight before flipping you over with a frankly surprising burst of strength. Now on your back, you squeak in a very dignified manner before laughing.

“Hey.” He smiles down at you with his head tilted to the side, and his eyes all doe-like and sweet. It makes your heart flutter in a way you’ve never felt before, and something good twinges in your stomach.

“Hey yourself.”

With one arm to prop himself up, Eddie lowers himself down above you. His free hand dips from your waist, trailing down your stomach, and only stops when he reaches your mound. Without hesitation, Eddie presses two of his fingers just to the left of your dick, beginning to massage gentle circles.

It’s not right where you need it, but you can’t help but want to reward him for his efforts. You let out a tiny moan, something high, with a perfect pitch.

Judging from the look on his face, Eddie doesn’t buy it for a second.

With his other hand, he takes yours and brings it down, guiding it to his wrist. 

“Show me what you need.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Show me how to make you feel good.”

You swallow the lump in your throat before guiding his hand to a more favorable position. When he begins to rub against your sweet spot, you breathe out a puff of happy air.

“Yeah?” He breathes, staring down at your face with wide eyes, taking in every twitch of your facial muscles. “Right there?”

You groan, face heating up from the way he’s making you feel. You turn your head to the side, trying to hide in the pillow as he pleasures you. Earlier you got a little wet, but it was nothing compared to this.

“I can tie a cherry-stem with my tongue.” Eddie brushes his lips against your ear. “Wanna see?”

You turn your head back quickly, eyes wide. Eddie only chuckles, leaving a scalding kiss on your throat before moving down your body.

“Or maybe my sweetheart doesn’t need to see.” He’s between your thighs now, hiking your knees up and tossing them over his shoulders. “He wants to feel it, right?”

Eddie’s tongue feels extraordinarily soft against your folds, lapping at you lazily as he stares up at you, his eyes half-lidded. You don’t know which is more sultry, the look on his face or the way he’s moving his tongue. When he spreads you open with his thumbs and presses his tongue to your slit, you groan, fingernails digging into the mattress below

“Tastes so sweet.” He moans as he pulls back, and you huff in response. Eddie’s head moves back down, but instead of the delicious warmth from before, you feel a nip at your inner thigh.

A noise of irritation bubbles in your throat as you look down at him, but he only smiles up at you before going back to sucking a hickey onto your skin.

“Eddie.” You moan after a few minutes pass by, with him perfectly content on decorating your thighs with bruises.

“Hmm?” He hums, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy dog. “What’s up?”

“Eddie. C’mon…”

He waits a few moments for you to finish your request, but you can’t find the nerve to do it. It’s harder to ask for things when you’re spread open for him, already feeling vulnerable beneath him.

“If you want something, you’re going to have to do me a favor.” 

It’s your turn to tilt your head, raising an eyebrow down at his smirk. His classic ‘up to no good’ face.

“You’re going to use your words for me.” Eddie has the audacity to laugh when you groan, covering your face with your hands to hide your look of mortification. “If you don’t tell me how you want it, I can’t give it to you.”

“You’re a sadist.”

“Guilty as charged.” Eddie sends a shit-eating grin your way, and you can’t help but crack a smile in return. “Now, how can I be of service?”

“I…” You begin, your throat suddenly incredibly dry. “I want…” Cutting yourself off with another groan, you squeeze your eyes shut, unwilling to look at him while asking. “Go down on me.” You manage, your syllables running together into one long word instead of a sentence.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Would my liege mind repeating his request?”

You whimper, torn between wanting to curse him and needing his tongue back against you.

“Eds, please. I need you.”

“How?” Eddie’s question sounds more like a demand, his voice taking on a darker quality.

You pull your hands away from your face and look down. It’s nearly hard to meet his gaze with the intensity in his eyes, and the way he’s looking at you makes you shiver. Even though you were the one telling him what to do, he still gave the aura of being in complete control.

“Your mouth.”

“Gonna need more than that, sweetheart.”

“I… I need your mouth on me.” You wince, embarrassed by the way your voice trembled. He raised a single brow, his wet lips arched into a smirk, and you can’t help but weave one of your hands into his curls. “Please eat me out, Eds.”

Your words must be enough because just as suddenly as he stopped, he’s leaning back down to lap at your core. 

“Fuck.” You moan as he suctions his lips around your engorged dick, and buck your hips as he twirls his tongue against it. 

He pulls back, but keeps his mouth close enough to you that you don’t worry he’ll stop.

“You can pull my hair, you know.”

As Eddie returns his attention to you, you give his hair a gentle tug.

“Do you like that?” You ask, just a touch breathlessly.

He nods against you, moaning softly and making your hips twitch up to meet the delicious vibrations. 

Eddie explores you completely with his tongue, eating you out like a starving man at a buffet. It’s almost too much, how quickly you build up to reach your climax, that you find yourself pushing at his shoulder to stave off what might be over in five minutes.

“T-Touch yourself. While you eat me out, I want you to touch yourself.” You swallow back your nerves. “Please, you sound so good when you moan.”

His eyes are completely glazed over as he lifts his hips up a bit, just enough to sneak his hand down to his cock, and starts fucking down into it without hesitation.

You stare down at him in awe, watching as his brow furrows together, his breath coming out in shallow pants as you both climb closer to the edge. His mouth is back on you immediately, messing up your plans on staving off your orgasm by flicking his tongue just right. 

With your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open, you ride out your orgasm against his mouth. He doesn’t stop after you finish, lapping at you desperately even as the other over stimulation makes you yank at his hair.

“So much,” You rasp out, giving his hair a particularly hard pull.

He comes with a whimper, tongue buried inside your hole, his dark eyelashes fluttering prettily. You watch as his hips move a few more times before stopping, and he moves his head up to rest on your stomach.

Eddie whines when you touch his hair, petting the top of his curls as he nuzzles against your skin. 

“Thank you,” He murmurs, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Thank you, pretty boy.” You give his hair another gentle tug, but smooth it out when he gasps. “Thank you.”

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Omg I JUST saw your new bnha lov head canons and it had me thinking. Like I know 100% Dabi is NOT submissive and I cant see him ever being submissive but what would he be like with a top (male) reader, would the reader just be a Service top, or….

I don't feel like Dabi has ever been or ever will be submissive, at first it's all an act because he's got to be tough around the reader.

I think the control is Dabi's safety net, and seeing the way reader gives it up just for him slowly convinces him that neither of them needs to have their guard up in the bedroom. From there the power dynamic is a little blurrier.

Until then, well...

Smut below the cut, I know it wasn't specifically in your ask but I read it and this just popped into my head, and with the week I've had, I'm lettin' the creativity go where it pleases!

NSFW below the cut.

'Watcha squirmin' for, pretty boy?'

His hand burns around the column of your throat, squeezing just tight enough to make your head spin and your cock twitch in the empty air while he hovers above you, slowly stroking his cock with his free hand, still dripping with your saliva while your fingers clumsily work him open.

'Wanna be, inside you.' You gasped as his grip loosened, twisting your wrist to drive your fingers in that one spot that makes his sapphire eyes roll back. 'Please, please come here.'

You've given up any sense of control, even if you're the one he sinks down on, you're the one angling your hips so that your cock grazes his sweet spot again and again.

Dabi clings to that sense of control, he needs it, he's afraid of what he'd do without it, he's afraid of you; if you became more than a way to scratch an itch, if he gave up control the way you had, what would you be capable of doing to him then?

His hand falls from your throat, tangles in your hair and yanks your head back, letting him paint your skin in marks while he sits all the way down. Your hands fall to his hips, squeezing firmly over scarred skin.

He lives for the pleasure and pain, lives for the feeling of you inside him, of the heat that doesn't come from his goddamn quirk.

Sometimes, he'll let you roll him over, demand that you worship every stitch, not knowing that he no longer needs to ask.

You've learned every twitch, every tell, every growl and mewl and moan until he rides you both to completion and collapses to your chest.

From there, he's yours to clean up, to cook for, to place in a cool bath and sooth the irritated skin. This is the only time he'll let you, the only time he doesn't mind being put in one of your shirts and tucked in.

[smutoperator]

Room 922

Im Nayeon x Male Reader

Tags: ass eating, creampies, dirty talk, edging, female masturbation, footjob, grinding, head-bobbing, hotel room, lingerie, lube, (a very) naughty tongue, no-hands blowjobs, riding, rimjob, uncut cock, window sex

Word count: 5326.

Paying a tuition for medical school isn't easy. You were seeing it as you had to work all day in a hotel to make money. It was a very tiring job where you were responsible for cleaning many rooms a day before heading up to your university. Today specifically, the hotel seemed even fuller, as you were told a Korean pop group would be stationed there.

"You have service for room 922," your superior said. Climbing up to the 9th floor this early wasn't something you were very keen on doing, yet you had no choice. To make things worse, the service elevator was broken. After a long climb, you finally found the room you were called to. Greeting you was a woman in white lingerie.

"Hello," Nayeon said. "You must be the cleaning guy," she continued. "Yes, I am," you said, a little embarrassed to look at her in such an outfit. "You've got a lot to clean here today," Nayeon continued. "But I was told you just arrived," you replied. "Well, not that usual cleaning," she said.

"What does she mean by that?" you think to yourself. Meanwhile, Nayeon grabs her butt and shakes it in front of you, staring at the hotel's window and the city's beautiful morning skies. "It's all yours today, that hot body," she then says. "What?" you ask, baffled. "I-I-I can't do that; stop," you back off. "Of course you can; just close the door and let me give you a dream experience in this room," she replied, spanking her own ass in the process.

Nayeon kept moving her body, waiting for you to take the initiative. However, you just remained frozen while watching her wiggle it. "Are you going to do anything?" she asked. You finally decided to move, grabbing Nayeon's ass. You were surprised by how fit and toned it was, running your hands all over it before giving it the first few spankings. "This is amazing; your ass is so hot," you told her. "Yes, baby, I know," she said as she kept jiggling it. Her thong was so small that you could already see the meaty outer lips of her pussy. Holy shit, who was this insane woman, and why was she doing that?

"Ahhh," Nayeon let out the first moan as you couldn't resist diving into her still-clothed butt and smoothering her tight ass. "That's where your face belongs," Nayeon approved, grabbing the back of your head and pushing it further against her ass, moving it left and right, and enjoying it as she turned her face to see it. "Hmmmm, yeah, that face is really into my sexy ass," Nayeon laughed and bragged. "Oh, fuck, yes, it is," you confirmed.

"Ahahaha!" Nayeon kept laughing at how hard you were simping for her butt, shaking it in the air once again to tease you. "Wanna see more of that hot body, baby?" she rhetorically asked as she pulled her bra to the side and unveiled her already hard nipples. She loved your reaction to it, still baffled at how a stranger could be so bold to do that to a hotel employee with no restraints.

You got on your knees and stared at Nayeon's body, especially her lips, both the ones at the top and the ones at the bottom of it. Suddenly, she pulled her panties to the side and showed you her already throbbing cunt, running her hands all over it. "I like those pussy lips," you told her. "Me too," she said. Nayeon had long, dangling inner lips, which she then spread out for you, and you tasted the juices of her pussy.

"Lube my tits; I want them very shiny," she said, giving you a tiny bottle of lube that you poured on her milkers, rubbing it all over them as soon as you stopped. "Oh my God, it's so slick," she said as she grabbed them. Nayeon then started teasing you, moving her panties in and out before finally taking them fully off, turning around for you to see her fully naked ass, and spreading her cunt and butthole for you.

"Wow, it's amazing; you're so fit," you told her. "Thank you," Nayeon said. "Now let me see what you're hiding under those pants," Nayeon asked, which you promptly followed, showing her your already hard, uncut boner to her. "I can see you're liking it a lot," Nayeon said as soon as she took a look at the size of your throbbing erection. "I love it," you confirmed to her as she turned around and teased her pussy for you, fingering it in front of your face.

You finally got up, getting face-to-face with Nayeon. Your hard cock already pointed straight into her cunt, making her eyes brighten. She held your shaft and rubbed her pussy lips into it, tasing her entrance to you, who groaned as the friction of her grindind turned your cock throbbing red. Nayeon licked her chops, ready to taste an uncut cock for the first time in a long while.

"I already want to taste that cock; I want this so bad; I'm so hungry for it," she told you in front of your face, her bunny teeth glowing as she said each of those words. "But I'm going to take my time with you today," she continued as she kept grinding on it, getting her nipples even harder and moving up and down, side to side, on it.

It was Nayeon's turn to get on her knees and worship that swinging, uncut rod. Without using her hands, she sucks your tip almost dry in just her first attempt. She then moves further down that cock, already starting it very sloppily and running her hands down your shaft, moaning while sucking it. "Fuck, that really fits well in my mouth," she says, teasing you, then starting again, this time running her hands all over it, before moving them down to unhook her bra. 

Nayeon gets the tip of your cock very wet, covering it with her saliva, before bobbing her head on your cock increasingly fast. Watching her suck it from above is a spectacle, especially seeing that she does all that hands-free, truly showing how much of a master of cock-sucking she is. As she finishes, her saliva sexily runs down her chin.

"That foreskin—I haven't seen one in a while," Nayeon says as she kisses your cock. You wouldn't think she would be so into a piece of tissue, but a cock like yours is rarely seen in her home country. She laughs and then licks your tip while holding the foreskin. Her naughty tongue drives you crazy, sweeping all over that throbbing tip.

"Fuck," you say, out of breath, as she keeps kissing and sucking your cock sloppily. You can't resist and start pushing your meat up her mouth, but quickly, Nayeon shows who's in control, picking her panties from the ground and using them as a "cock ring" on you, resuming the sucking and bobbing. This time, she goes for the kill, deepthroating your shaft for the first time and holding steady until she finally gags.

Nayeon continues her cock-sucking show, this time going in and out of it with her mouth and still using no hands, looking at the shadows of your swinging cock that the sun hitting the window casts on the hotel room's floor, before resuming her insane and very loud head-bobbing, before holding your cock all the way inside her throat for a good 30 seconds.

After freeing your cock from her custom "ring," Nayeon starts masturbating your shaft. The thing she enjoys the most by far is covering and uncovering your tip with your foreskin, like she just got a new toy to play with. "So good," you tell her. "Hmm, so you enjoy the way I stroke that cock?" she brags as she keeps doing it but now moves down your balls. You groan out of her overstimulation as she already takes your sack fully in her mouth and spits all over it.

Nayeon increases the pace of her stroking and gags hard on your balls. "YESSS!" she gleefully screams as your shaft pokes her face, before moving up to suck it loud once more using no hands. Once she is done, Nayeon sits down and starts rubbing her pussy in front of you. "Ohhhh," she moans as you watch her hands work all over her clit. As soon as she gives you a glimpse, you can already see the wet juices all over the surroundings of her vagina.

Nayeon takes three fingers deep into her already wet cunt, turning her masturbation louder as her pussy gets wetter and wetter. Her moans drive you wild, as she also starts humoing against the floor, drinking her juices as soon as she finishes them, and fully sticking her tongue out for you. "God, you're so hot and sexy," you tell her as she licks her lips and her sloppy pussy juices stick onto her chin, then goes back to your cock, getting herself on all fours to suck your cock, once again bobbing her head like a maniac, taking it deep in her throat to the point where she forces you to pull out to avoid cumming.

As you move closer to the room's bed, Nayeon follows, crawling on all fours towards you. As you sit on it, she dives her mouth straight into your balls while you try to distract yourself by looking at the skyline. Your pole swings up and down at each lick she gives you before standing straight just as she closes her eyes, giving you a beautiful view of your cock and her face side by side.

"So good," you say as Naeyon spits on your tip. "I know you're feeling desperate; just let me edge you," she says. And she's completely right, as you have completely forgotten about your job and only crave for her. "Stroking it nice and slow, up and down, up and down, making you want to cum so bad. But if you want to cum for me, you'll have to fuck me, hmmmm," she says as she jerks you off.

"Look at that fucking cock; all it wants is that wet, tight pussy," Nayeon continues. You can only groan as she keeps edging you and laughing at your despearation. She strokes your cock fast now, her mouth just taking the tip in as she coughs on it. "Oh yes, I wanna spit all over your balls and tongue, that dirty fucking asshole," she tells you as soon as she's done with it.

You spread your legs and give Nayeon easier access to your sack and anus. She rubs her hands around it before closing her eyes and diving that tongue straight into your butthole, moaning inside it. Her tonguing is so good and nasty. Nayeon suddenly opens her eyes and now has her right hand stroking your dick as she stares at you while her mouth keeps working inside your asshole, her legs jilling to tease you as well. 

Nayeon gives you one hell of a lick that starts at your anus and goes all the way up to your tip. You can only grunt, as her naughty tongue has you under full control. As she goes back down, she spits on both your balls and asshole before sticking her hand in her tongue to taste further. "Fuck yes," she says as she goes deeper and deeper inside your rim, then laughs as she moves around it, then increases the pace of her sloppy tonguings.

Barking like a puppy, Nayeon moves up and sticks her tongue into your balls before masturbating your foreskin as she rubs your shaft on her face before inserting it in her mouth and putting your balls resting right between her boobs. She really enjoys that uncut toy so much, gagging all over it and playing with her spit before moving back down to your asshole. "Holy fuck, that shit is so good," she says. No words come out of your mouth; all you can do is take a deep breath as her moves have you on the verge of a heart attack.

You try to get up as soon as Nayeon gives you a little break, but that's a short lift. She's already there to stoke your cock, her eyes closed and her tits popping out better than ever. "That cock looks so fucking wet," she says, praising the workings of her tongue as she rubs your tip against her nipple.

"I'm scared you're gonna cum for me, not yet, boy," she says as she now concentrates the stroking around your tip before diving on it once again. "OHHHH. FUCK!" you scream as Nayeon gives you her sloppiest blowjob yet and gargles all over that meat. She holds herself on your thighs and goes back to her signature head-bobbing, praising your cock after she finishes. "Look at that cock so fucking big, craving to get into my pussy," she says, doing a measurement between your shaft and her face, noticing that your length had surpassed the extension of it.

"Can I put it in your pussy?" you ask as soon as Nayeon finishes her blowjob and gives a major spitting on your shaft. "Uh huh," she says, giving you the green light. "Turn around, please," you tell her, getting a beautiful look at her toned ass. "So good," you tell her as your tip rubs against her skin. You pick up that bottle of lube she gave you and pour it all over her now shiny ass, groaning as Nayeon starts grinding it on your shaft, placing it right in her ass crack. She looks at you while stroking your cock, loving how out of breath you already are without even getting inside her.

"My filthy hands are sliding all over that cock." Nayeon smirks as she strokes your cock, getting it ready to fuck her as she slides your shaft between her legs. "Oh yeah," you say as soon as she does it. "Yes, baby, please," you say as she moans while inserting just your tip inside her warm pussy. Her tight hole squeezes your shaft from the start, getting you more and more desperate.

"Oh wow," Nayeon says as she fully sits on your big cock, making it disappear between her ass cheeks. She looks at your massive bulge under her belly in awe, then laughs as she moves laterally. "God, your pussy is so nice and warm," you tell her. Nayeon rides your cock at very unconventional angles, almost as if she wants to snap it in half, before finally switching to a straight bounce. You can only watch and tell her how good it is, as Nayeon has no issue moving up and down your big shaft, moaning each time she reaches the base of it. This is, indeed, way better than any anatomy class.

"God," you say as Nayeon keeps gyrating on your cock. "Oh, that feels so fucking good; I'm just gonna keep riding it like that," she says as she bounces up and down your dick before stopping midair and putting a finger in her asshole, giving you the order, "Fuck me." You push your cock upwards, hungry to stretch her tight pussy. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she moans as you keep thrusting up her cunt.

Nayeon gets so overwhelmed that she has to regain control of it. "Oh god," she says as you hit deep in her cervix, her cheeks clapping hard now as she increases the pace of her riding before suddenly stopping and switching to a slow but sexy grind. "This is perfect, this is perfect," you say as Nayeon moves her ass sideways around your cock before going back to a straight ride. "There you go, there you go; just like that, make them clap," you tell her once she resumes bouncing. 

"OHHHHH YEAHHHHH," Nayeon screams as you two clash. You push up, and she pushes down. Nayeon spanks her own ass at each bounce, turning it red in front of you, then ducks her head down to a point where you can only see her butt bouncing. "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YES," she screams just before she pulls out to taste her juices, giving your cock a kiss as if she were thanking it.

"Let me stroke it for you," Nayeon says as she sits on the floor and takes her shoes off. "Yes, stroke my cock with your feet," you tell her, getting closer as she puts them right between that huge shaft. You lube your cock to give her an easy stroke, but Nayeon truly doesn't need it. Blowjob, rimjob, footjob—any sex act ending in a job is one she has mastered a long time ago, like a true hard worker.

Nayeon moans as if you were still fucking her; she really enjoys the friction of her feet, especially with socks on and a hard, uncut cock, once again sticking her tongue out like the naughty girl she is. Nayeon starts moving faster with her feet, so much so that it sleeps out of your cock. She seizes the opportunity to push your foreskin up and down, enjoying it a lot as she starts fingering her pussy while doing so.

"Fuck my feet," Nayeon demands. You thrust your hips in the air, thiking of fucking her pussy in all fours as she laughs, pleased with your efforts. "Just like that," Nayeon says as she gets even more opportunities to see that throbbing tip pop out of your foreskin. Her feet preesing your cock are no different than her pussy's tightness after all, as the space you slide between them is roughly the same size as her hole.

"Hmmm, you're getting harder for those feet. Fuck it like you're fucking my pussy," Nayeon says, sending you over the moon. You pound the air as fast as you can, closing your eyes as she pushes you to the limit. Thankfully, she stops just as you were about to cum, rubbing her soles on your shaft and tip to caress them. "So fucking good" is all you can tell her.

Nayeon keeps playing with your foreskin as her soles now massage your cock, before she resumes stroking it with her feet. You soon follow and go back to fucking them, leading to more laughs and smirks from her as she lies on the floor. "Harder," she tells you as you push your cock between her soles. Once again, Nayeon wins the battle, as her stamina is much higher and she outlasts you, stroking your cock for a while before you stop pushing it.

"Let me see this nice ass," you tell her as Nayeon gets on all fours, the sun from the window hitting straight at her. You place your cock right between her ass crack, leading her to start grinding on it without even looking at your dick. She would definitely love the way your tip went in and out of your foreskin, making a big noise each time it popped out of it. You add extra lube to make her humping easier, as Nayeon now moves faster and then starts slapping your shaft on her butt.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, yes," Nayeon says as she finishes it. But soon, she'd go back to praying to God as you inserted your cock back in her pussy. "Shhh, they might hear it," you told her in a snap that you were actually supposed to be working, not fucking one of Korea's top pussies. But instead, she just laughed and cursed further as you moved your hips and fulfilled your dream of fucking her on all fours.

You panted at each thrust as Nayeon's vagina crushed your cock to the maximum. "Just like that," she said as her asshole was winking every time you pumped inside her. Her moaning got more frequent while you fucked her faster. "Don't stop fucking me," she said, her face all the way down the floor. Nayeon slapped her ass as you kept fucking her while also moving her hips sideways. "Please, keep going; fuck my pussy," she continued.

As you stopped to catch your breath, Nayeon kept moving, bouncing on your cock for a few seconds before you pushed inside her with all your might. As soon as you got tired again, she repeated the move, but this time you just let her do the work, as she also started fingering her clit while doing so, her juices coating all over your huge shaft.

"Stretch me out," Nayeon demanded as she now stopped bouncing, giving free roam for your cock to go as deep as you could. "Oh my Godddd~~," she said as her voice cracked. You took advantage of her weakness and went harder on her, making her scream even louder as she started biting her nails with your cock filling her cunt. But in the end, she loved it, giving you a huge laugh as you stuck your cock at the deepest point of her pussy, staying in there for quite a while.

As you resumed pounding, Nayeon was now completely submissive to your big cock, just trying to hold her tiny body while getting manhandled nonstop. "OH FUCKKKKKKK~~ PLEASE. YES," she kept screaming, her tits bouncing hard as you mounted her like an animal. But you could tell how much she enjoyed it as soon as you got closer to her face. She winked at you and also gave you a hot kiss. Nayeon was now just a hot mess of moans and screams, a sleeve to your cock.

"Let's go to the window," you told her. Nayeon stared at it and crawled in its direction, putting her elbow on it as she started shaking her ass once again. You repaid Nayeon's rimjob, eating her ass as she looked out the window. She started humping her fit ass on your face while you moved your tongue inside her butthole. "Take a look at this nice ass," Nayeon says as you grab her cheeks firmly now, your head shaking to the rhythm of her ass.

You put Nayeon's right leg at the window as soon as you are done, giving you an easy entrance back into her pussy. "Oh yes," Nayeon moans as you put your cock inside her, pumping fast as soon as you get there, leading her to cling to the window's support and not fall down. "AHHHHHHHH, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK ME. TREAT ME LIKE A WHORE, AHHHHH." Nayeon starts to scream, and it gets even louder once you reach under her and start fingering her cunt as you pound her hard. Her legs quickly get weak and fall out of the window, making it easier for you to pin her against it.

Nayeon has to hold onto the window just by one knee. As you destroy her pussy nonstop, she clings onto you, leaving her right arm in her face. But instead of caressing her, you spank her butt: "That's for you to learn not to be a whore who fucks every cock you see on your sight," you tell her. Nayeon just moans, overwhelmed by your hard pumping of her cunt: "Oh God, Oh God." For the first time, you had the upper hand over her.

"Fuck," Nayeon says as you pull out and turn her around, grabbing her by the neck. You give her a torrid kiss as she gets pinned hard against the window, with you now facing her. You take it slow, getting very passionate with her. But it doesn't take long before you go back to pound her hard, craving to destroy that tight wet cunt, as her ass and back hit the window every time you hit her with your fast thrusts, with your balls clapping hard against her clit, leading her to cling even harder into your body. "YES, YES, YES, YES, AHHHHHH," she scrams as you don't seem to be able to stop.

Nayeon starts to cum in front of you as you stop to kiss her for a long while, running your tongue all over her naughty mouth. You detach from her as you watch her body shake before getting on your knees and eating her pussy, aiding in her orgasm as her juices fly into her face. "Ahhhh, it's so good down there," Nayeon says as your tongue sticks deep inside her folds. "That mouth all over my lips, ahhhh, oh fuck, just like that," she continues as she grabs your face to bury it deeper in her cunt.

As Nayeon finishes releasing her juices in your mouth, you move back closer to the bed, calling her to follow you. It takes her a bit to arrive, as she's still recovering from her orgasm. But once she does, you let her have the bed all to herself and lie on it sensually, as she's already spreading her legs, ready for more. "Sit on that cock, sit on that cock," you demand, putting yourself on the edge of the bed.

"Like that," you say as soon as Nayeon slides inside your pole, giving you a sexy moan as soon as she does. Nayeon moans as she gets impaled, but quickly goes hard in a killer reverse cowgirl ride, gyrating in your cock as she moves up and down, her moans getting sexier as the ride goes on.

"Look at the pussy; you're stretching it so well; what an amazing cock!" Nayeon praises your big dick as she goes deeper. "I'm crazy for your fucking cock," she continues as she starts laughing as you lose your stamina and starts with her bouncing harder and harder. "Oh my God, this is amazing," you say just as Nayeon slows down and switches to deep rides that fill her entire cunt before bouncing on your cock sideways and getting even more insane.

"What a great fucking cock," Nayeon continues, enjoying the ride to the fullest. "I love the way it gets deep in my pussy," she says, going back into a fast ride that drives you crazy. "Come closer," you tell her, allowing you to thust up her pussy as you now grab her tits. "Oh my God, yes," Nayeon says as she grabs your knees and watches your legs move up and down at each thrust. Now she's the one holding her tits, pinching her nipples as you pound her faster; her laugh and her naughty tongue are always present.

Nayeon closes her eyes and puts her hands on her clit, increasing the overstimulation. Your cock and her hand are fighting to see who can fuck her faster, putting both of you on edge. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," you pant as you get increasingly out of breath. "OH FUCK!" she simultaneously screams, her boobs getting bouncier and bouncier until she cums again.

Nayeon stops with your cock fully impaled inside her; she spreads her pussy for you to see as she releases her juices all over your cock, then pulls out to give it a little massage with her hands, followed by her grinding on it. Nayeon places her thumb on your tip, making some cracking sounds as she massages your dick and keeps edging you, her hair all messy and covering her face. She places her pussy right at your shaft and keeps pressing it firmly with her right hand, once again playing with her favorite foreskin as she jerks you off.

As Nayeon gets off your lap, she sees your hard pole in full strangth, perfectly pointing to the sky and reaching all the way from the bottom of her pussy up to her navel. But she seems to want more, and she keeps jerking it off. Truth be told, Nayeon just loves how you suffer every time she does it and has to hang on for your dear life just to survive her edging you, as she gets very turned on and fingers her pussy simultaneously.

You stay on the edge, as Nayeon doesn't seem eager to stop at any moment, only stroking it even faster and then moving her feet to do the job. She really enjoys that tip hiding under your foreskin and then popping out full force each time. "Such a good girl; you're so fucking hot" is all you can say to her. Nayeon agrees, but a good girl needs a reward, and she's finally ready to get it.

"Stretch that pussy for me; that cunt is beautiful," you order her, doing the teasing now. Nayeon does, and you can see her dangling lips itching for that dick as they throb and wink, and she keeps touching herself until some naughty words finally come out of her mouth.

"You know what I want? I want you to cum for me, and I want it all inside," Nayeon demands. Holy shit, she's really gonna let you fill that pussy up. You go wild and stick your cock deep inside her as soon as you hear those words. "Hmmm, yes," Nayeon approves, sensing the urgency in your expressions.

Nayeon spreads her legs as your cock sticks deep in her, clinging to the pillow on the bed as you go faster on her pussy. She laughs and enjoys every second of it, moving her hips in sync with yours as you pound her and make her tits bounce hard. "Yes, pop, pop it; I know you want it," she says in between moans as she puts her hands in her neck and chokes herself, sticking her naughty tongue out.

"Keep choking yourself," you tell her, noticing it has made her pussy tighten. "Yes, fuck," she says, looking at you with begging eyes. After a while, you decide to do it yourself, placing your right hand on it while you fuck her harder. "Please, please, please, please," Nayeon begs as she waits for your cum. You get rougher on her as you start slapping her bouncy tits now and then pinching her nipples.

"You want my cum?" you ask her. "Yes, cum in me, baby," she answers, fingering her pussy and tightening her walls even further. Not even 10 seconds later, you start groaning as you finally manage to fill her up to the brim.

"Oh yes," Nayeon celebrates as she puts her legs up in the air. Your sperm starts leaking out of her pussy and filling the bedsheets. "Push it out," you tell her as she does it and laughs, spreading her pussy lips. "Oh my God, you're so fucking amazing," you tell her, still out of breath.

Nayeon tastes your cum as you put your cock back in. "I know you have more; unload the rest of it on me," she begs. Nayeon puts her hand in her mouth as her tits swing back and forth with each pump, but she can't wait for long until she screams again: "FUCK, YES, PLEASE," she says, her face fully buried on the bed's pillow now.

"Come on, give me another one," she says. "I love my pussy getting fucking covered in cum," she continues. "AHHHHH," Nayeon moans, which she muffles with the pillow on her face, her pussy tightening and leading you to unlond inside her for a second time.

You kiss her passionately shortly after, telling her how amazing she is and how much you wanted this to never end, then move down to give both her boobs a kiss as well. Nayeon is overwhelmed and in love with the way you fucked her, laughing as she opens her legs and shows you her cream-filled pussy for the last time.

"Thank you for coming into my life," you say. "Thank you," she replies. However, you guys can't even enjoy the moment for long, as your superior gives you a phone call shortly after.

"WHERE ARE YOU?" they say, as soon as you pick it up.

[eddiesxangel]

Redemption| Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is forced to work community hours for a petty crime at a retirement home; what he didn’t expect was the pretty girl at the front desk, you. This is so self-indulgent don't come for me

Word count: 3.8k

Cw: mutual pining, male masturbation, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/ Sub!reader, unprotected sex, corruption kink? breeding kink, sex at work. (Briefly proofread)

An: after 85 years I finally got around to finishing this! It’s not where I thought it would go originally bc it was just suppose to be a fluff piece but the horny gremlin took over

Boredom wasn't even a way to describe how you were feeling. The phones were dead, the day had been dragging on, and it was not even 12:00pm. The residents of the home were also not doing you any favours. Having to repeat yourself about six times in a row at the top of your lungs was starting to get old; your day had just not been going the way you wanted. Any other day, you'd be happy to help, happy to repeat yourself, but today was not one of those days. You were irritated and annoyed; your work bestie was off today, so you couldn't even complain to her about your shit day.

 A sigh of relief fills you when the phone rings, a rare occasion, but today has been so slow you were begging for something to do.

 "Sunny Acres Retirement Home! How may I help you?"  your customer service voice was overly sweet, too sweet. However you can't seem to turn it off, being the people pleaser that you are. 

"Jesus Christ'' You hear mumbled from the other end of the line. 

"Hello? How can I help you?" you roll your eyes, having to repeat yourself, but keep up the chipper act.

 "Yeah, listen, I was assigned to do community hours at this place, and I need to talk to a manager." Damn, this guy had an attitude. 

"Yeah! Sure thing. Can I get your name, please?"

 "Seriously?" 

What the fuck crawled up this guy's ass?

"It's company policy, Sir." You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to deal with more bullshit.

"Eddie"  

"One moment, Eddie, I'll transfer your call." You put him on hold and transferred him to the manager with a good luck warning. 

The next day, you were in much better spirits; your work bestie was with you, it was casual Friday, and you were allowed to wear jeans instead of business casual attire.

It was around 1:00pm when you saw Chief Hopper walk in accompanied by someone you had not recognized. 

"Hey Hopps," you greet him with a smile.

"Hey, you." He said with a smile.

You and Chief Hopper had a friendly relationship because you're close friends with his girlfriend's oldest, Jonathan.  

"To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Brought in another delinquent for you to roughhouse into shape" he steps out of the way.

Your giggle dies as you lock eyes with the prettiest boy you've ever seen. 

"This is Edward; he is here to complete two hundred hours of community service, and he will be starting today."

"It's Eddie," you hear him mumble under his breath. 

Oh so this is the jackass you spoke to on the phone yesterday... a really cute jackass.

He looked to be around your age, but you didn't recognize him. You'd only been in town since the second half of senior year, hating your parents for making your move to a new school so close to graduating. You have been in Hawkins  six years now you're here working 9-5 as a receptionist at Sunny Acres Retirement Home.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie." You introduce yourself and proceed to call the manager to let her know he is here. Once Hopper leaves and your manager shows him around, you immediately call your best friend, Robin's, extension.

"Get over here now! We have a code, hottie," you whisper into the phone. Whenever you see a cute person enter the building, whether it be adult grandchildren, paramedics, or firefighters, you always let one another know when there is one on the premises. No less than two minutes later, she approaches your desk.

"Where are they?"

" There," you point to the dining room directly across from your desk as he is being given a tour of the building.

"Eddie Munson?!" she half yells before covering her mouth. 

"You know him?" you ask excitedly.

"Know him? He's the town freak," she scoffs.

"I'm sure he is a freak, alright?" You wiggle your brows at her." 

"I'm serious! He's bad news." 

"Clearly, he is doing community service hours." 

"Seriously? That is what you're into?" she giggles.

"I don't know? There is something about him?" You bite your lip as you check him out from afar. He turns back to walk towards you, and you quickly look away, not wanting to be caught.

You've always been into bad boys, but your golden retriever, good girl image, always scared them away.

Eddie notices you staring at him because you're not very subtle.  He isn't mad that he caught you staring because he felt that you were checking him out rather than judging him. Unlike your co-worker standing beside you...

Just his luck, he recognized Robin from high school. She was always neutral towards him and didn't say much, but he knew how the people in this town operated. She would turn you against him in no time.

"Buckley." He nodded.

"Munson," she mimicked back.

You watched the scene play out, hoping she would introduce you. Wrong. She goes straight in for the kill.

"My friend thinks you're cute." She points her thumb at you, and you immediately slap her shoulder as a gut reaction.

"Robin?!" you scold her. Mortified about what she admitted to him just to break an awkward silence, you feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole. 

Eddie gives you a cocky smirk before the manager comes back to continue with the tour. 

"Why do you hate me? Did I do something?  Are you punishing me?" you whine. 

"You know I just blurt out things when I get uncomfortable!" 

All you can do is roll your eyes, you loved the girl, but she could be really dense. 

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your brief interaction all night. Was Robin telling the truth? Did you really think he was cute? Or was she teasing? He hoped that she had grown up since high school and was telling the truth because he also thought you were cute, like really, really cute. He hadn't seen you before, and Hawkins was a small town; he must have known you from somewhere? He wraps his brain around any memories of your face, but he comes up empty. He had to find out more about you. He needed to know you. Something about you infatuated him so much. He thought about how your body looked in the adorable outfit you had on. He thought about what was under the outfit to... Maybe being forced to volunteer his time at Sunny Acres wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to him after all...

The next day, you were assigned to show Eddie some of the duties he was to do for the residents. Talk to them, run bingo, help them with their phone if the line was giving them any trouble, or their TV if they put in the wrong input, serve them beverages, and get to know them and keep them company. A lot of them don't have families or anyone to come visit them. The staff are their family. That was the main reason you stayed at this job for so long. 

Eddie was quiet the whole orientation. The tension from yesterday was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Small talk was not your strong suit; you dreaded it, but you also really wanted to talk with Eddie, so you went for it.

"So what did they book you for? Steal candy from a kid on the playground?" trying to make light of the situation. 

"Murder," he deadpans to you.

"Ha ha. Nice try. They don't give community hours to murderers." you couldn't keep your eyes on the task in front of you.

He was dead silent, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.

"Okay, don't tell me; I'll just keep guessing until you do." you gave a cheeky smile, trying to lighten the mood. 

Another eye roll was shot your way, but you swore you saw a glint of something behind those eyes. 

"So what was it? Trespassing? Vandalism? shoplifting? Public intoxication? Speeding?" you raise a brow at him.

 Eddie just smirked and shook his head as you interrogated him. Your bubbly personality was nothing compared to his. He noticed how you would light up the room when you walked in. The residents of the home adored you, and he could see why. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen; your eyes sparkled, and he loved how you styled yourself. He wasn't used to being so infatuated by someone so cutesy. He noticed you wore a lot of pink and has yet to see you in anything black. He thought of what you would look like with black underwear... then he snapped back out of his thoughts. He tried to think of something less sexy, but as he was trying to do so, your top slipped down when you went to reach for the deck of cards across from you. He caught a glimpse of the frilly light yellow bra you had on under your top.

Eddie noticed the room was getting hotter, or was that just him? You made him nervous; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you more than he already has. He felt shame that we had to be waltzed in here by the chief of police, never mind what offence he committed. So he stayed quiet, not wanting the next thing to come out of his mouth to be offensive or crass. So he kept quiet, not saying anything or indulging in the conversation more than he had to.

Another week went by, and you still hardly spoke to Eddie. Work was unbelievably slow yet again. you thought that would give you a chance to speak with Eddie, but you hardly had time to see him because the residents kept hogging him. That was until your manager asked for you to help with the Bingo because everyone decided to show up today. Eddie was in charge of rolling and placing, and you were in charge of announcing and checking.

This was it, this was your chance to speak to him...

"How do you like it here so far?"

"It's fine I guess." He mumbled. 

"Everyone really loves you." You smiled.  

Eddie gave you a look that said what the fuck?

“No really! … Do you not like it here?” What you were really asking was do you not like being around me?

"Don't you get it? How can I serve these snotty rich people when all they do is look down on someone like me?"

"Eddie, are you blind? The residents love you." 

Eddie scoffs at your confession. "I'm serious! When you are gone, Pat always asks where you are! And Linda always refers to you as her boyfriend, and I overheard Martha and June arguing over who got to braid your hair next. You're a real ladies' man around here," You giggle. 

"A ladies man you say?" his mood slowly changes as he smirks at you. That made you blush, the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away bashfully. He was just so pretty… and the way he looked at you like how he is now is making you so shy.

"Yeah, I'm kinda jealous of Linda, if I'm honest." You flirt. You feel like your stomach was in your ass by the time you finished the sentence.

-

"What's the next number! come on!" Bob yelled from the table. You had completely forgotten about the game.

Small glances were stolen throughout the following weeks.  You would feel the heat rise to your cheeks every time he caught you, and you couldn't tell if he found it endearing or annoying. You never got a response out of Eddie after your admission to being jealous over an eighty-three-year-old.

Eddie definitely thought it was endearing and he can't seem to get you out of his head. He would think about you when he was alone in his room at night. He would think about how you always smelled like marshmallows, how your hair looked so cute with the little bow you put in it occasionally, or how you tease him by wearing those short skirts with stockings underneath. He knew you were teasing him. Everyone else bought the Goodie Two Shoes act, but not Eddie. He saw right through it, and he was fed up. He felt like if he didn't have you, he would actually explode.

Eddie had been watching you from afar this whole time. He would sneak around your desk, finding things he could take home with him as a keepsake. Like little doodles you would leave out, or the pen you were using, or your lip balm. The best was when you left your purse out, and he got a chance to take the travel-size perfume that was lying there on top of everything. There was a reason he got booked for defacing public property and not theft. Theft he was good at.

Eddie sprayed his pillow with your perfume and then used your lip balm that smelled and tasted like strawberries, fuck, everything about you was so sweet: your personality, looks and smell, even your fucking lip balm. He thought about how his lips were touching the thing that touched yours as he applied it to his own, and his dick got hard. Then he thought about how your strawberry lips would look around his hard cock.

You were taking over Eddie's senses as he began to tug at his cock. He thought about how he would love to flip up your skirt and fucking you in one of the empty rooms. His imagination ran wild. He thought about your voice, how your tits would look bouncing in that frilly yellow bra he got a peek at. He wanted you in every position, especially under him. He knew you would be the perfect little sub for him. He needed you to be; he was so close to cumming. He thought about you crying from how much you needed his cock to fill you. He thought about how good you would look and feel swallowing his cock. He needed to take what he thought, no needed to believe, was your virgin pussy.

Eddie came so hard that night, the first night he indulged in his fantasies of you with your smell lingering in the air of his room. The mix of your sent with his was too much. He needed you, and he would do anything to try and get you.

"Ok, I can't take this anymore, you need to talk to him." Robin shook her head. 

"And say what?" 

"Yo Munson, come here!" 

"Robin!" You scolded.  

As Eddie approached, you felt your heart rate go up; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What on earth was she going to say now? 

"Okay, I can't take watching you two dance around one another any longer." "She thinks you're cute. Okay..." Robin gestured to you. "Do you think she is cute?"

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just slowly nodded his head.

The tension broke when the shrill of phone ring broke you out of your trance and shook you a little. You just stared at the phone and Robin butted in.

“I’ll take it, you take your lunch” she gave you a wink and you looked to Eddie.

“I could eat.” and he wasn't talking about the chicken they were serving for lunch.

You felt your stomach do a flip-flip; you heard the insinuation in his tone.

"Um, uh- yeah. Okay." You cleared your throat and went to find an empty room for some privacy.

You guided Eddie up to the eighth floor. There were a lot of vacant rooms up there, and hardly anyone went in the west wing since no one was living there yet. The elevator ride up was silent; you felt an awkwardness, like Eddie was looking into your soul even though he wasn't even looking at you... The elevator dinged, and Eddie let you step out first, guiding him to the privacy he yearned for.

809 Eddie read on the door as you fumbled with the lock and key. Finally, you opened the lock and guided him inside. The room was completely empty; it echoed a little as your footsteps filled it.

"So..." You started but Eddie had no time for talking. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

Eddie surprised you by cupping your face and kissing you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like this before; it was strong and hard but also careful.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart." He spoke into your mouth. The kissing got more and more sensual. You ran your hands up his middle before you knew what was happening he quickly turned you around and pressed you up against the wall.

"You think it's cute? Teasing me for weeks with your sweet little outfits?" Eddie's hand was wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet as his fingers explored you meat of your ass.

"Mmmmmph" You were so scared someone would find you in the empty suite, but it also turned you on more than expected.

"What was that sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that?" His fingers found the waistband of your stockings and pulled them and your panties down with one swift motion. His hand loosened its grip on your jaw so you could speak.

"N-no," You whimpered. This was turning you on way more than it should. You thought you would come up here to talk; maybe he would ask you out on a date. You never thought you would be fucking!

"I don't believe you."

You felt your skirt flipped up and a cool breeze on your wet pussy.

"Tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever filled this pussy?" Eddie asked as he ran a single finger through your wet folds.

"Yes," You admit shakily. You gripped Eddie's wrist of the hand that was clamped around your throat.

Eddie can't say he was surprised that you’ve had men before him. You were beautiful, smart, funny, adorable. It's too bad you had to be with them before he got a taste.

"What a shame you've had to suffer through that before meeting me, babydoll."

"Why is that?" you ask bravely.

Eddie chuckled darkly... "Because baby, I'm about to ruin you for all men."

That made you gulp. You can't believe you were about to fuck your crush in the middle of the work day. You didn't do stuff like this! you were a good girl, a rule follower.

Before you could think anymore about the consequences, Eddie, he slipped his throbbing cock into your needy pussy.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed, and Eddie's hand clamped back down over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Just when Eddie didn't think you could get any hotter, the curse word you let slip from your mouth made his cock twitch inside of you.

"Fuck me, you stretch me out so good," You whine, and Eddie thinks he will bust a nut right then and there. His perfect little angel had the mouth of a whore.

"Yes, you like that, don't you, you dirty little slut." Eddie jerked his hips up into you. It was sharp and hard and hit that delicious spot inside you each time. “You wanna be my good girl? Or my bad girl?”

“Good- oh fuck- good girl. I want to be your good girl!”

“That shut the fuck up and take it like I know you can”

"oh my god, you're so big." Your eyes rolled back into your head as he became more controlled with his rhythm. His hands gripped your hip, and he wrapped his hand in your hair, yanking your head back like he was riding you.

The view Eddie had was your ass bounced off his cock was making his head spin. He knew you would hand a perfect pussy. It was his now and only his.

"This pussy is mine now, understand? Im going to fill this pussy so good you won't know what to do for days. The only thing you're going to be thinking of is me and my fat cock."

All you could do was moan in response. "Yea you like that you dirty little whore. You like that I own this pussy now…” Eddie slowed down, he rolled his hips slowly into your pussy and he swore he saw the light “You have everyone convinced you're a goodgirl but all you are is a cumslut. Tell me how much you want my cum coating your walls"

"I want it so bad!" you cried.

You've never had a dick like this before. Eddie was right, he's ruined you for all men and he hadn't even made you cum... yet. You had full faith that he was able to do so because you could feel it. The warm fuzzy feeling was bubbling up in your core. Eddie had picked up the pace at your omission, and fuck if he wasn’t hitting your g spot with each delicious stroke of his cock hitting your walls.

"Fuck I'm going to cum!" You scream, all caution thrown to the wind, you'd forgotten where you were. The only thing you could think of was Eddie and his delicious cock.

"Fuck yes, babydoll. Come on this cock." Eddie's hand let go of your hair and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you flush to his body.

"More" You whisper.

"Greedy greedy girl."

"Please" You begged. You needed him to touch you.

"There is my good girl." His hand that had gripped your hip slid down and started playing with your swollen clit and your legs almost gave out.

"Next time, I'm keeping my word, and I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy." Eddie growled.

That did it for you; your inner walls squeezed, and you felt your orgasm rush through you. Eddie trusted in you as your body convulsed around him.

"Fuck you're so fucking tight," Eddie grits through his teeth, and he fights off his impending orgasm. He doesn't want this moment to end, he wants it to last forever. What if this is the last chance he has to feel your pussy wrapped around him?

"Please, Eddie, I want your cum! I want your cum so fucking bad, my pussy needs it."

That did it for Eddie, he let go and his hot seed was being shot into you with a roar.

After minutes of silence and heavy breathing, Eddie bent down and pulled up your panties and stockings for you, trapping his cum with it. You turn slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes, but Eddie doesn't allow it. He brings your cin up, guiding your eyes to look into his.

"Don't shy away from me now, babydoll. You're going to go back down to the lobby and finish the rest of your work day knowing my cum is going to be seeping through your pretty little panties, ok?" He ordered, and you dumbly nodded your head, still fucked out by the amazing dick you just received.

"Good girl" Eddie patted your ass, and you walked to the elevator with wobbly legs. Eddie laughed and held you stand straight before letting go before you reached the first floor.

You returned from your break fifteen minutes later than allotted, but Robin covered for you. You couldn't even look her in the eyes, and she knew you got freaky with the freak of Hawkins.

[rootbeerworshiper]

Under the Table

Reader x Matt Sturniolo

summery: you’re left with no choice but to tutor the star hockey player, Matt Sturniolo, but as much as you pride yourself on not being into hockey players, not even you can resist.

warnings: smut!!!! fem!recieving, unprotected sex (reader on birth control), dumification kink if u squint, dom!matt, male!receiving, slight aftercare, fluff, yeah guys idk

love, sienna <3

being an english major at Boston University was no easy feat.

you were constantly engulfed in numerous amounts of homework, from essays to poetry analysis, you were swamped.

money wasn’t something that you grew up from, and with the large amounts of school work piling up, you didn’t have time for a job.

so when your professor mentioned tutoring, you were sold.

english was always something you were naturally good at and you prided yourself on keeping the same grades you had in high school while in college.

tutoring can’t be that hard right?

wrong.

you had put out a few flyers that offered your services and the one person who took you up on that offer was none other than Matt Sturniolo.

although the two of you went to the same high school you had never spoken outside of a couple class assignments—this was more than okay with you.

Matt fit the description of a dumb popular jock to a tee, and you considered the fact that he got into the same college as you unfortunate.

after hours of hard work and effort went into your acceptance, the last thing you needed to see was a post from your highschool congratulating the Matthew Sturniolo on his D1 scholarship to the school.

hockey was a pretty big part of New England but it was never a sport that spoke to you, well not that most sports did.

the entire atmosphere of hockey boys was enough to give you the ick and yet here you are, sat alongside the schools top player, trying to get him to form an essay.

“you have to have an argumentative statement, something to base the whole essay off of and interest the reader” you state, trying your best to not get annoyed at the clueless boy.

he stares at the blank google doc. “well what am i arguing?”

you sigh. this was harder than you thought. “the main theme of this essay is supposed to be on complexity. you chose ‘Beartown’ as your independent novel so you have to argue how the text is complex, or what makes it so complex.”

it was like talking to a toddler, the information going in one ear and out the other. “i can’t write the essay for you Matt”

he groans. “why not?”

you think for a second, once again attempting to not get frustrated. “the story is told from multiple perspectives right?” he nods. “why might that be more complex than a story just told from one?”

it’s clear he’s thinking, and you just hope what you said made sense. “well adding more perspectives would make it like complex because it builds a story that has layers”

subconsciously you smack his arm out of excitement. “yes! there you go. in better words you have your statement to build this essay off of”

you’re heart melts at his smile in response.

sure, you hated his guts, but you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t incredibly hot.

it’s difficult to peel your eyes off of him as he maintains eye contact with you, but you have work to do, and you won’t be yet another girl who grows infatuated with Matt Sturniolo—you just won’t.

the next few sessions were as normal as they could be.

it wasn’t easy to keep him on topic, he was always distracted by something.

sometimes he just looks at you, and you weren’t entirely sure how to feel about it—often diverting the conversation to something else.

trying to get him to understand poetry was a whole new headache.

you had spent hours in the library at this point after finally completing the dreaded essay, now crafting an analysis on different poems.

if you hadn’t picked such a comfortable outfit for this session you’d probably hate your life right now—so you mentally thank yourself for choosing a sweat suit.

to say you were both exhausted would be an understatement.

trying to teach a hockey boy the importance of the placement of words on a page and why capitalization can help emphasize certain points was tiring—you could tell he was tired too by the way he buried his face in his hands periodically.

“maybe we should just call it a night” you say, closing your laptop and yawning.

the last thing you expected was for him to disagree. “no wait i really need this done for tomorrow’s class it can’t be late. if i fail this class i can’t play in playoffs”

right. how could you forget the beloved hockey player will miss out on the big game if you don’t help him.

“i’d stay and help you but the library closes in ten minutes so there’s not much more we can do” you reply, already defeated.

Matt however has more ambition to complete this assignment than you expected. “we can go to my dorm”

you give him a look of slight disbelief. “your dorm?”

he just nods excitedly. “yeah my roommates out of town right now and we only have like 2 more poems left. it’s perfect”

“i don’t know Matt i’m tired” you sigh. not only were you tired but the idea of being in a college boys dorm was not the most appealing.

the eyes he gives you might be the death of you. “please?” you rub your forehead with your hand as if to release tension. “i’ll buy you red bull”

you smile at this. “fine. but i can’t be out for forever”

“you won’t be i swear. i’ll be so dialled in” he smiles. a sight that you are more than okay with seeing.

the walk to his dorm is short, with a stop at the campus confectionery for two sugar free red bulls.

not a lot is said as you enter the main building, walking through the halls as you near Matt’s room.

he goes to open the door but pauses. “don’t judge the decorations in here”

you smile at this, expecting something along with lines of hockey sticks taped on the walls. but what you were met with was much different.

there’s white christmas lights strung on the wall and shelves filled with numerous books and journals. all the furniture was a cohesive shade of brown and alongside the hockey posters were different vintage prints.

in the least weird way possible, you were jealous of his dorm. “this is not what i was expecting” you gawk as he shuts the door behind you.

it’s visible how embarrassed he is so you do your best to shut that down. “i love it actually, if you showed this to any of my friends they’d assume that i decorated it”

he smiles now but doesn’t touch on his ‘girl english major’ room decor tendencies. “uh i’ll just clear off the desk here and then we can get to work, you don’t want the overhead light on do you?” he asks, immediately earning a shake of the head from you.

so now you’re sat next to him, opening your laptop in the midst of the dim lit room as you sip on the red bell purchased by the brunette. “okay where do you want to start? you have two more poems to analyze”

he just rubs his eyes. “you pick”

getting him to focus would be an impossible task “if you’re too tired we can stop or-“

he shakes his head immediately, as if to wake himself up. “no i’m good to keep going, just need a sec to wake up” he defends.

“okay we’ll start with this one then, do you wanna read it?” you look to the tired boy.

“can you? i’ll listen i swear” you groan but agree, it’s been a long day and you don’t want to push him too much.

so you begin reading. “you must not wonder, though you think it strange” he places his hand on your thigh almost immediately. “Matt”

“keep reading, don’t worry about me” he leans into you slightly more, looking at the words on the screen over your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck.

“to see me hold my louring head so low” you continue, his hand inching closer to your centre.

normally you’d be against this—you’d be standing up and telling him off.

but something about the way his hand covers majority of your upper thigh and the smell of his breath has you insane.

so you try your best to focus on the words, not the pooling wetness in your underwear. “And that my eyes take no delight to range” he places a kiss to your neck—so incredibly gentle it could make your skin crawl.

you let out a sigh, trying to avoid throwing your head back as his hand makes contact with your clothed clit. “keep reading baby cmon”

you do as you’re told. “About the gleams on which your face do grow” he kisses down your neck now as his hand increases his gentle pressure.

subconsciously you buck your hips up—eager for more stimulation. “yeah you like that?” he whispers in your ear as you fight back a moan, instead just nodding. “i need words” he takes his hand off, still keeping his face close.

“fuck Matt yes i like it, i need more” you whine, shutting your eyes as his hand toys with the hem of your sweats.

“can i take these off?” he asks, tugging slightly.

you nod eagerly. “please” you lift our hips up and he slides your sweats off, leaving you in your underwear.

his hand roams your lower half, his palm placing pressure on your clit as his fingers explore your clothed entrance. “god your soaked. i knew you’d fall apart under my touch”

there’s the cockiness that normally you hate, right now though? it only turned you on more. “keep reading cmon pretty girl”

you open your eyes to look back at the screen. “the mouse with one hath-“ you let out a breath as his fingers go back to toying with your clit. “broken out of trap”

“not so smart now huh?” he whispers.

you’re a whimpering mess now with the way his thumb rubs small circles on your clit as his mouth places sloppy kisses on your exposed neck. “Matt please i need you”

this must have been enough for him to stop teasing because he immediately stands up, placing your hands on his shoulders as he grabs you legs to pick you up—finally placing his lips on yours.

it’s messy and it’s desperate but it’s also fucking hot.

he leans over, letting your back fall on his bed as he hovers over you.

wasting no time he signals for you to lift your arms as he brings your hoodie over your head, revealing your bare chest. he smiles at this. “such a fucking slut tutoring me without a bra on”

he hovers back over you now, whispering in your ear once more before his fingers begin to toy with your already hardened nipples. “couldn’t focus when i saw your nipples poking out of your hoodie, begging to be touched”

you can’t even reply with words, too focused on the way his thumb grazes your sensitive nipple.

you’re a mess and he’s barely done a thing, already arching into him, but you try to gain focus—if he gets to see you like this you deserve the same.

without words you reach for his shirt, struggling to lift it up as you’re overcome with pleasure.

he knows exactly what you want through, taking his hands off of temporarily, now hovering over you once more.

you can’t help but gawk at his physique. it’s hard to focus on the tattoos when your eyes are drawn to his abs that are extenuated by the dim lighting.

“gonna make you feel so good baby” he begins to make his way down. “you’ve spent so much time on me, gotta make it up to you, yeah?” he kisses your clit through your underwear.

at this point your throbbing. “yes” you spit out.

he pulls down your underwear, leaving you completely exposed for him as he stares at you once more, fully taking in the sight in front of him.

you hide your face with your hands, too embarrassed at the mere vulnerability. “let me see your face baby” you shyly remove your hands, looking up at the boy now—you’re practically begging with your eyes.

“you’re so fucking perfect” he leans back down to give you one more kiss, this one more intimate than the last few. “so much better than my imagination” you giggle at this but before you know it he’s back down where you want him, pushing your legs open as he spits on folds—mesmerized by the way it slides down.

before you can complain again he finally makes contact, licking up the wetness his voice has caused before focusing on your clit.

you’re already incredibly turned on, the feeling of his warm tongue on you causes you to let out an almost uncontrollable moan.

he lifts off, kissing your clit. “shhh baby, i have neighbours” he brings his hand to your mouth and you waste no time sucking on them to muffle your moans.

almost immediately he gets back to work, as if he’s starving for you—and to be fair he might be.

his constant flicking of his tongue on your clit has you whimpering and moving around under his touch—you’re already incredibly sensitive.

it’s like he’s in a trance, giving you his full attention, until momentarily he backs out for air. “wanna cum on my fingers?” you practically moan at his words, nodding frantically. “what’d i say about your words”

his hand continues working on your clit at a slow pace while he speaks. “yes- fuck wanna cum on your fingers” he smiles at this and immediately brings two finger into your entrance, if it weren’t for his hand that immediately covered your mouth the neighbours would be sick of you.

he goes slow at first, hitting your g-spot with every curl of his long fingers. “you’re so good Matt” you moan as he speeds up. “so fucking good”

it’s clear he liked the praise by the way he dips his head back down, his tongue making familiar contact with your clit.

you’re gone. absolutely spent under his touch.

his pace quickens when he feels you clench around him, his tongue forming small teasing circles on your clit while his fingers dig impossibly deeper into you.

“fuck” you throw your head back. “i’m cl- fuck i’m close” his already fast pace quickens, his tongue now applying a pressure to your clit you didn’t know was possible.

before you can even warn him your legs close on his pretty brown hair as you arch your back. it’s practically impossibly to stay quiet, his pace not slowing down at all as you rock your hips through your orgasam.

eventually he pulls back, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

your practically out of breath from holding back your moans but his face comes to meet yours once more. “you did so good for me” he kisses you before you can reply, the rhythm of your lips together is comfortable.

as great as it is, you can’t help but feel his buldge through his pants on your thigh, so you do what you’re sure he appreciates and you reach your hand down—immediately wrapping your hand around the outline.

he stops kissing you and immediately drops his head to your shoulder and you fingers continue. “you gonna take your pants off or am i making you cum in your underwear”

he chuckles softly at this, but nonetheless gets straight to work sliding off his pants and leaning in to kiss you once more.

you decide to take initiative, flipping him over and immediately straddling him—the look in his eyes is priceless.

if you could take a picture you would. never in your life has someone looked so incredibly fuckable, but here was Matt Sturniolo, laying beneath you with his messy hair and eyes full of lust.

you waste no more time, grinding your hips on his clothed bulge and kissing along his collarbone—the poor boy practically shivers at your delicate touch. “if you don’t do something i swear to god-“ you grab his bulge now, looking at the boy who’s eyes have just squeezed shut.

“what was that?” its unlike you to be dominant, but it’s also unlike you to fuck a hockey player so really all cards were on the table.

you give in though, crawling down to lick his pre cum through his boxers, teasing slightly more before pulling them down all together—the sight is mouth watering.

he’s a mess beneath you as you look at him, his dick is a good size, longer than it is thick, the way his wetness practically glistens on his tip is enough to have you flustered. “cmon pretty girl stop teasing” he says from beneath you, his hands behind his head as he watches you.

you pull your hair back slightly as you place your flat tongue on his tip, making him hiss above you as he uses his hands to keep your hair out of your face.

almost instantly you get to work, taking as much of him as you can, letting your saliva drip down on his length as you slowly lift your head up and down.

his whimpers go straight to your core, your body already begging for more as you swirl your tongue on his tip.

you pop off almost unexpectedly, and speak before he can even say anything. “i wanna ride you” you wipe the saliva off your mouth as you look at the shocked boy who’s smile grows slowly.

“yeah?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows, unsure.

you nod your head sitting up more now to face him. “yeah” you smile and before he can fully reach for his bedside table you stop him. “i’m on birth control” you begin to crawl down leaving kisses on his stomach.

“and i.”

kiss.

“wanna.”

kiss.

“feel.”

kiss

“you.”

his breathing immediately increases as you line yourself up, his hands making their way to your waist to assist you as you lower onto his length.

you let out a breath as you adjust to the size. “fuck you feel so good around me” Matt practically moans out.

it takes a moment for you to adjust fully, but you begin moving up and down and the boy beneath you is a moaning mess.

you rock your hips a little faster, leaning forward now he places his mouth on your nipple and you can feel the way he moans into you—it’s hot as fuck.

it doesn’t take long for you to feel close, and it’s like Matt can tell because he immediately places his hand in between your bodies and places a familiar touch to your throbbing clit.

you pick up the pace, chasing your high. “Matt fuck i’m so-“ you just moan again, unable to speak.

through his many heavy breaths he replies. “me too pretty girl”

a few more rocks of your hips and you feel his warmth fill you up as your stomach feels the familiar clenching feeling, his hand moving quickly beneath you, causing your second orgasam of the night.

by now your both exhausted, tired from doing so much school and well, from fucking too.

you basically plop down beside him, the two of you out of breath.

“i like that form of payment” you joke, causing Matt to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck while your fingers begin to play with his hair.

you feel his smile on your collarbone and his hand makes its way across your stomach. “guess i’ll have to get tutored by you more often” he sighs, standing up and placing his boxers back on. he walks to the bathroom and you’re confused for a second, but he comes back out with a damp cloth, and begins cleaning the mess the two of you made.

Matt may be a dumb hockey player, but his pros definitely outweighed the cons.

he offers you one of his shirts which you welcome with open arms as you slide your underwear back on. it’s safe to say this is the giddiest you’ve ever felt after a hookup.

now that he’s back in bed you immediately lean into him, as tired as you are you still want to me close to him, wrapping your leg over his waist.

he rubs your bare thigh as he unplugs the lights and kisses the top of our head. “goodnight baby”

you nuzzle yourself impossibly closer to him. “goodnight Matt”

and with that the two of you pass out. the day completely drained both of you, and with the comfort of each other you were gone.

the next morning came by quick, the sun immediately waking you up. the boy next to you is still sound asleep and as cute as ever but the new day means his poetry analysis needs to be completed—for once you weren’t opposed to cheating.

you get up as slowly and quietly as you can, grabbing the laptop off of his desk and bringing it back into bed with you.

it doesn’t take long for you to complete the last two poems, you make sure to use less big words and get a couple things wrong so as to hide your actual identity.

just as you finish writing the last sentence Matt wakes up, tossing and turning slightly before his eyes meet you.

you smile at the sight of the sleepy boy. “good morning, how’d you sleep?”

he brings his arm to your waist, pulling you into him as you place the laptop to the side. “i was knocked the fuck out. what are you up to?”

“may have just finished your poetry analysis” a grin enters your face at the shocked expression Matt shows instantly.

“holy shit really?” he sits up now, hands still on you.

you play with his fingers. “it didn’t take that long or anything”

he scoffs. “i forgot you were a genius” you just kiss him in reply.

“you need to get ready, you have playoffs to train for” you say, you had noticed his calendar had a practice today when you were analyzing his room last night.

a few minutes later and Matt is ready, it really doesn’t take long at all to be a man.

you sit at the edge of his bed, putting on your sweats from last night.

he walks over towards you, hovering over you as he brushes through your hair with his fingers. “i’ll see you tomorrow night yeah?”

you furrow your eyebrows. “what’s tomorrow night?”

“playoffs” he smiles. “figured you might wanna watch your boyfriend score a few goals”

his confidence never fails to amuse you. “boyfriend huh?” you tease and he just nods, looking for confirmation. “guess as your girlfriend i’ll stop by for a bit” he misses you immediately, a smile still on his face when you pull back. “but don’t expect me to be screaming for you, that’s really not my scene”

“i’d expect nothing less”

a/n: this literally spawned out of mid air but omg so cutesy i want hockey matt in my life rn

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[ozzgin]

I love your work! you have such a fun take on yandere's and I would love to see what kind of yandere hcs you could cook up for a host-club / paid to go on dates with you yandere ❤️ double points if you can make it so that the reader is never really one to cross a line or think the yandere really likes them...

If you don't want to do this prompt tho I completely understand ❤️

The idea makes me a little nostalgic as it gives me Ouran vibes. Also reminded me I've never played 'Men of Yoshiwara' past the prologue, which also has male courtesans ready to service you. In any case, it's definitely something I can expand on! :)

Yandere! Host x Reader

You've never considered yourself to be the type frequenting host clubs. Yet the loneliness is becoming noticeable and perhaps it's your lack of experience keeping you out of the dating scene. Mingling with paid professionals could prepare you for a future boyfriend. Except your assigned host has other plans in mind for you.

Content: gender neutral reader, inexperienced reader, obsessive behavior, manipulation

Ah, you definitely don't belong here. He can tell within seconds and he hasn't even reached the table yet. You're nervously readjusting the sleeves of your shirt - do you usually not wear such outfits? - and merely glance around the room for a brief moment before casting your eyes back down in sheepish modesty. Well, not necessarily a sight of unpreceded novelty. Many people are intrigued by the idea of a host club, so even just idle curiosity is enough incentive for one to end up among the charismatic crowd of paid affections. Today it's you who has stumbled into the hungry mouth of the wolf, and he happens to be the one to entertain you away from whatever unpleasantries are currently consuming you.

He gently stretches his slender fingers across your shoulder, a feathery touch light enough as to not startle you. You look up and acknowledge his presence, ready to stand up for introductions. His hold on you is firm, letting you know there is no need to leave the comfort of your sofa. "Now then, this isn't a job interview. You don't need to be so formal." He explains with a chuckle. You nod. Embarrassingly enough, your eyes are glued to his face for longer than what you'd consider polite admiration. A waste of good looks is your immediate thought. Surely someone as stunning as him could've worked as a model or actor. You suspect he isn't as enthusiastic to meet you as his voice leads one to believe, so the ability to pretend certainly isn't missing.

One peek at the table next to you, and the answer quickly presents itself. An older woman is inspecting the menu, surrounded by multiple bottles of champagne whose name even you recognize. You doubt the average acting career could provide this amount of luxury. The corners of your lips curl slightly upwards in a pitiful self awareness. Sadly for this guy, you're not a big spender. Whether he, too, is aware of this disappointing fact is impossible to tell. His handsome features remain cheerfully relaxed. "Tell me about yourself. What brings a darling like you here?" He inquires graciously, resting his chin on the back of his hands as he settles before you with an intent gaze.

You narrate your hardship: whether because of your looks or your awkwardness, something impedes you from having acquired a partner; and so the idea of gaining experience through less orthodox means came to fruition. Your host listens carefully, refilling your glass every now and then with a compassionate frown, lips parted in unspoken sympathy. Of course, he understands. Naturally. Once you're finished, he straightens himself in newfound determination: worry not, he will be your coach in love.

Thus begins the unusual partnership. You hadn't expected the man to readily agree to such a ridiculous request. A handful of visits have made it clear to you he's in high demand, most likely one of the top earners. Why would he waste his precious (and otherwise profitable) time with a humble customer like you? Maybe it's bad form to refuse lower paid offers too often, so he's keeping you for balance. You'll never know. His professionalism betrays no hint of annoyance.

You cannot help but marvel at his masterful lying. It becomes quite clear to you why so many people fall helplessly in love with paid hosts. Everything is executed with the utmost care for detail. The loving caress of the cheek he occasionally initiates, seemingly unprompted. The long, ardent stares into your eyes, as you must practice your eye contact. His hot lips brushing against your fingers while he spoils you with diminutives and sickly sweet words of appreciation.

You frequently have to remind yourself that everything is dictated by a contract. A code of conduct meant to be replicated for you and all other clients coming afterwards. How many other poor souls fawn over this alluring devil? You wouldn't want to burden him with an additional customer who forgets boundaries. You know your place too well.

Admirable manners. Frustratingly so. He wishes you'd just give in already and drop the shy act around him. You've caught his interest from the moment he spotted you in that cluttered, crowded room reeking of overpriced alcohol and solitude. Everything about you signaled blindingly clear: you're someone others can easily take advantage of. To think you would've landed right in his hands, to be molded as he pleases. The little sob story about being inexperienced with men, your clumsy attempts to follow along his flirts. Oh, you're just begging to be defiled. Again, and again and again, until there's nothing left of you. Then he'd caringly patch you back together and start anew. His very own corner of innocence.

The indecent daydreams are cut short when you proudly announce, during one of your dates, that you finally feel confident enough to pursue a genuine partner. You have booked a nice hotel room for this occasion; One last gesture of grandeur to show your gratitude for all the advice and love (even though it wasn't genuine). He's sitting on the edge of the plush mattress, dumbfounded, fiddling with the thick, ornate border of the bed runner. Huh? What the hell are you talking about? He's spent all this time getting to know you. What gets you flustered and bothered, what makes you excited, sad, anxious, angry, bored. He taught you how to come out of your shell. Why, so you can go ahead and waste yourself on some fucking idiot?

"My, aren't you eager. You haven't even had your first kiss." He says with a cheeky smile. "I think I can manage-" you want to say, but he quickly interrupts with a curt: "No one likes an amateur kisser". You're immediately silenced. His voice sounds cold, with a hint of anger in it. "I'm sorry, darling love, it's true." He resumes in an entirely different tonality, dragging his words with an eerie kindness attached to them. He tuts a little, turning towards you and patting his knees. There, there, don't look so deflated. If a simple observation like his hurt you this much, how would you handle the much meaner, downright heartless world out there?

Such is reality. Men are cruel and you had the bad luck to be born with a gentle heart. He delicately guides you to sit in his lap, cupping your burning face between his large hands. He knows this expression too well - you're humiliated. And thus, can he truly allow anyone else out there to see you so vulnerable like this? No, this kind of intimacy is reserved for him. You must understand. He has disciplined you to his liking, and simultaneously learned all the nooks and crannies of your being. It's too late to go back to a simple host and client relationship.

"Why don't you practice with me first, love?" He breaks the silence, placing his lips against your forehead in encouragement. You feel a sudden pressure faintly throbbing underneath you. "T-the kiss?" You ask hesitantly, trying to ignore the sensation and squirming in his tightening hold.

"Everything."

[necessiteez]

HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY

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everything listed will be only hongjoong x reader (fem/male/gen) pairing and it will contain suggestive/smut themes. if it includes another member, I will also indicate it. fics will be categorized into aus so it will be easy to find.

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Sweet Trouble feat. Wooyoung - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 6.2k)

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Nightclub Affair PART 2 - sanjoongie (wc 3k)

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[karteinss]

Maid Cafe | 03: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭

Dom! Male Reader x Sub! Albedo

Chapter 3 of my Wattpad series ! | M.list

Cw: slight(?) dacryphilia, Sub! Albedo, Male! Reader

Yet another day of overtime in your god forsaken company. The thing is, it's already 11.30PM.

You should 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 be paid $100 more for each hour you had to waste for overtime. It really was tiring.

You sighed, leaning back against your office chair- thinking about anything to release your stress.

But suddenly, an idea popped up in your head.

What better way is there to relieve yourself besides jerking off?

Jerking off to whom?

Well, of course.

It was Scara, your new-found crush.

It was really surprising.

A guy who you only met once and that's because you paid for his presence.

How awful.

You sighed, you could feel your pants tightening- you were already hard.

You palmed at your growing bulge as you let out a loud groan, you were lucky you were alone in the office.

As you kept rubbing your hand against to bulge, you realize how it wasn't as good as Scara's blowjob..

Well, you couldn't move on from the feeling.

His hot, wet mouth sucking your hard cock-

Gods, it was such an amazing sight.

You groaned even louder, your fingers caressing the pant's fabric.

Oh god, guess you have no other way but to visit that maid cafe again.

.

.

.

And here you were, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

You never thought you'd be such a horny bastard but here you were, Infront of the lighten up cafe.

As you walk inside the door, you realized no one was there to greet you.

How odd.

As you looked around, the area didn't have as much people as before.

Damn, what happened?

As you looked around, looking like a lost child, you were suddenly greeted by a soft unfamiliar voice.

"Are you lost?"

The voice said, you turned around to see a light blonde haired man with pretty features-

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴..

You blinked once, then twice.

"Ah, no..I was just wondering why it was so empty.." You said, a drop of sweat falling from your neck.

The man seemed to understand as he nodded, "Ah, I see. Are you here to order food or-"

"Im here for your special service." You cut him off which the mean just looked at you with an unfazed expression.

"I see, who are you looking for?"

"Is..is Scara available?"

You asked, which the man quickly responds with a no.

"Unfortunately no, he hasn't come to work in the past few days..Anyone else?" He quickly tried to change the subject.

How odd

You thought for a second.

What were you planning to do here, anyway?

Maybe..

Sex?

Are you really trying to waste your virginity on some man you won't meet again?

Well, yes.

You were.

"Can I take you? I'm looking to have..sex." You said, slightly flustered- Meanwhile, the blonde haired man just oh so casually nodded.

He quickly led you to one of the rooms in the back, you both went inside as he locked the door.

You sat on the bed, already trying to take your clothes off.

The man just stared, it was awkward at first but when you slip off your boxers- you were already hard.

It was quite embarrassing..or was it not?

You just stayed silent, trying to look at the man Infront of you but when you did look;

You saw his eyes widening, seemingly impressed or amazed at your size.

How corny..

You coughed, trying to get rid off the awkward atmosphere.

"hey uhm..what's your name?" You asked, trying to make the thick atmosphere go away.

The man seemed to shake his thoughts away as he replied, "Call me Albedo..Master."

Ah, that name again..

Was it really necessary to be called master?

"So..uhm, this is my first time and I.."

You flushed, embarrassed to admit it was your first time.

"How can I..y'know.."

"lay down."

The man commanded which you quickly did as he said, you laid down on your back- The bed was comfortable, that's good.

You closed your eyes for a second but you quickly opened them when you feel a sudden weight added to your thighs, you glanced over as you saw it was Albedo.

oh wow what a shocker!

Albedo seemed to take something out of his pocket-

oh, it was packet of lube.

He ripped the packet and smeared the lube onto your very hardened cock. He spreads the lube onto the base of your cock till the tip of it, his cold fingers and the cold lube sent a shock through your body as you let out a groan.

The man made sure to evenly smear the lube onto your cock, even slightly teasing your slit and made you let out yet another groan.

The way he thumbed at your slit was so goddamn good, his soft and slim fingers felt so good on your cock and all you could do is flinch when he starts moving his hands up and down.

Unfortunately the sensation didn't last long as he quickly raised his hips to slightly hover on your hard cock, the tip slightly rubbing against his rim.

As albedo lowered his hips downwards, your slicked cock slipped and didn't pierce through his rim, making him let out a gasp.

He tried again, lowering himself onto your cock just for your cock to slip away and instead rub against his buttocks.

He became even more frustrated, even slightly whining.

"𝘯𝘯𝘩..𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.."

Albedo kept trying to thrust your cock into his hole but to no avail, making him very frustrated.

"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘺.." Albedo whimpers softly, your cock was apparently too big to fit.

He was getting tired, he eventually gave up as he sat on your thigh with a small pout.

"Just put it in me yourself.." He says, pouting childishly.

Which you agreed, you sat up straight as you placed Albedo onto the bed while you stood up behind him, his ass rubbing against your still hardened cock.

You tried to slip your cock in but to no avail, it kept getting you frustrated.

Albedo too was annoyed, his thighs were quivering and clenching around nothing.

You tried to slip it in again but to no avail, but this time your cock slipped in between his thighs, making you let out a moan at the sudden heat and clenching.

"𝘈𝘯𝘩𝘩~ 𝘸𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯-𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴..?" He asks, his voice was slurred and sounded oh so innocent as he looks back at you.

"I..it feels..good.." You were honest, it felt good.

Currently, his thighs were clenching against your cock, the head of his soft and plump thighs were like heaven, your cock hardened even more as you couldnt help but thrust into the warm heat, letting out both groans and moans.

“mnhh..[Y/n]...” Albedo cried out as your thrusts were becoming faster than ever, the way your wet cock was sliding against him made his eyes roll back.

He really needed you inside of him..

“Pleashhh— anhhhh...mff~

[Y/n]..w-wanthh...mworenhhh!!!” You couldn't help but get even more flustered as Albedo's moans and cries were so goddamn lewd, you gripped his hips tightly to the point it might leave a mark as you kept getting faster.

Skin against skin rang throughout both of your ears, it was as if you both were actually having sex.

As you felt yourself reaching release, you gripped Albedo's cheek as you kissed him roughly—

Your teeth clashed with his as you bought over dominance, though the ending was predictable.

You thrusted faster and faster, trying to reach your climax as you stared at the sight under you, Albedo's trembling figure and sweat made your cheeks were hot and red, you were panting harshly as you couldn't stop fucking his thighs, all the lewd noises were making you even more turned out as you let out a final groan before you finally came.

“Nghh..!” Albedo whined as too, came. He looks down to his stomach to see his cum sticking onto his abdomen, meanwhile your cum was staining the sheets below.

Both of you breathed heavily, you looked down to see how albedo was a crying mess, drool and saliva was visible near his lips.

Your body gave up on you as you laid down on the stained bed.

Fuck, maybe next time you'll lose your virginity.

Maybe.

[nouearth]

my favorite scent is you.

bruce wayne x male reader.

summary: bruce needs to be taken care of too (in which reader believes it's through the form of sex).

wc: 3.5k. genre: smut, angst (kinda?). warnings: top!bruce, consensual!somnophilia, blowjobs, slow mouth-fucking, fondling, reader is asleep, bruce and reader are the same age, reader also grew up with bruce, mentions of parental death, trauma-bonding.

notes: it's been a while since i've done a brucey smut (and also fulfilled a request), so here ya go! actually my first time writing about somnophilia, so be easy on me, lmao. it was harder than i thought! also i'm trying a new layout,,, kinda, don't mind me.

“Do you remember that night? When my parents… you know.”

It had been a little less than a decade, but the uneasiness you felt when mentioning your parents’ death was akin to hovering your palm above an open flame. The flicker of the heat frightened you. Though, you couldn’t help but feel magnetic towards it—closer and closer—until you felt a strike to your calloused hand.

Just a little more, and you’ll break free.

It was striking how your wounds maintained their novelty. Years of skin hardening, scabbing and layering over the memory of Bruce breaking the news to you on that night, and the slightest mention of your parents tore it open with little defiance.

“Yeah…” Bruce whispered, and a sudden impulse to hold you prevailed over him. He turned over on his side, slipping his arms over and under your frame, and pulled your back flushed to his chest. You eased with a melting squirm, a physical gratitude, and then another when you pressed a kiss to his forearm. “It was supposed to be Alfred telling you, but I insisted.”

“Really?” Your curiosity was piqued and you felt Bruce nod into the crown of your head, breathing you in deep like his favourite cologne. A scent he’d never wear himself because it matched you perfectly. “How come?”

“Well, I had no one other than Alfred when my parents died. He tried his best, but we barely had time to grieve. A bunch of responsibilities were bestowed upon him overnight; my parents’ estate, numerous paperworks, the press and media, not to mention the funeral service. It was… a lot for him.”

Bruce sighed, squeezing you tighter for support as he continued. “I remember reading—signing off things that I knew nothing about the very next day.” He then laughed, a bitterness surfing for air in the bass of his voice. “I didn’t even have a signature yet.”

“I’m sorry…” A heaviness sank you and Bruce deeper into the mattress. You latched onto Bruce’s arm for support, held him gently, and found levity through the brush of his lips, as if he was saying—consoling you through the black void: I’m here, I’m here. 

“Is that why you guys hired my parents?”

“Mm-hm, we needed help around the manor while Alfred had bigger duties to tend to. And I’m glad he suggested the idea as much as I was apprehensive about it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met such an incredible family. A year became two, then another two, then another, and…” Bruce recalled the sounds, the visions of red and blue flashing—blaring into the sky.  “Which was why I thought it would be best if it came from me. So I could be that someone that I desperately needed during my grieving.”

“You shouldn’t have been thinking about that though… I mean, what—we were only fifteen? Coming from your background, you should’ve been… cocky, annoying, emo, selfish, like every other teenager.

“I guess your personality kind of compensated for that—” He amused himself with some levity.

“Hey!” You choked out a laugh, then lightly elbowed his stomach behind you. “Ass.”

“Ow,” Bruce pressed a smile to the back of your head, inhaling your scent again. “I did have that emo phase though.”

“Oh yeah—” Within his hold, you turned your body to meet Bruce face-to-face as a flood of memories came rushing in. You greeted him with a smile that he was able to single out from within the dark. Then, he made sure your presence was acknowledged with a chaste kiss. 

“Your hair came down to your nose and stuff—oh! And you kept wearing the same hoodie too.” 

“Yeah, okay—we get it. Not my best look.” He groaned, tearing himself away from you as your descriptions of Bruce suddenly developed into powerfully cringe-inducing memories. As embarrassing as the past was, he was glad it brought you some kind of merriment. He’d been scolded multiple times by numerous people, though namely Alfred, to treat you better.

You and Bruce weren’t always close. In all honesty, it took your parents’ death that empowered you two to stick together more than ever. Where darkness used to storm over the roof of the manor, you and Bruce managed to conjure a light that illuminated a path to find sanctuary within each other.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me.” The moonlight reflecting through the bedroom window casted shadows across Bruce’s profile. Wrinkles you’ve never noticed before were accentuated; eye-bags that you’ve been nagging at him to take care of deepened; glimpses of a boy who was forced to grow up. 

He turned when you reached over to trace over the spotlighted features. A single digit caressed the bumpy bridge of his nose; the stubble that tickled you whenever you kissed; the cut over his broad chin that was your favorite spot to kiss,; the scar over his left cheek that had been healing for months, only to restart the process again after Bruce’s late night endeavors.

“Let me take care of you now.”

You weren’t sure how Bruce took your proposal. Recalling the moment had you adding unnecessary details that all-the-more exploded the situation into a narrative you couldn’t exactly trust.

Wait… he made a weird face when I told him. I remember a face! No, idiot—he just had an itch on his cheek. Oh.

I don’t remember his phone ringing… You think he was trying to get out of the conversation? Maybe? He usually has his phone set on the loudest volume possible…

Oh god, he probably thinks I’m some kind of sex-crazed addict. Well, aren’t you— No?! I just—wanted to take care of him… We rarely see each other these days and I doubt the lunches I’d make for him add much to that narrative. I needed something more. Wow, I’ve been talking to myself for this long?

You probably look crazed, especially if someone were to walk in the bedroom at this moment, but you’d be too deep into your thoughts to hardly notice. If you did notice, you’d probably go on a tangent about how Bruce was probably disgusted by how you could even suggest a thing like that.

Your toes and fingers curled at the recollection you were certain happened.

“So… I know you’ve been out late at night—” “(M/N), it’s not what you—” “Shh, I’m too good of a catch for you to cheat on me.” “I mean, keep that cockiness up and maybe—” “Excuse me?!” “I’m joking.” “Uh-huh, well, keep joking and I might have to rescind my offer.” “Your offer?” “Look, I haven’t seen you much lately. It’s not your fault. You’re busy.” “I know—I just need to deal with this…” “Bruce, you look—you are tired. You’re overworked and whenever we do spend time together, you’re asleep!” “I’m trying my b—” “You’re trying your best, I know! And I don’t know what you do at night, not sure if I do want to know, but… two-three hours of sleep is not enough. You’re killing your body.” “Hm…” “And one day, you’re going to crack and I just…” “Just..?” “I’m not sure how to… put it.” “What is it?” “If you want to… and it’s entirely up to you, but…” “Jesus, spit it out—” “I— if I’m still asleep, and you want to somehow… relieve your stress..?” “Oh—” “I’m all yours.”

The second hand on the clock cycled slower, almost as if it was mocking you for being so desperate, impatient, and doubting. Yet, at the same time—if clocks could have a personality—there was a dormant kindness in the rhythm of the minute hand striking every corner of the wheel. Gentle and soothing, the lids of your eyes grew heavier with every passing second as the sound of the clock counted sheeps for you.

Forty, forty-one… fourty-two… Forty… three…

The floor creaked despite Bruce’s best efforts to remain light on his feet. You’ve always been a light sleeper, even at the sound of wind whistling you’d jolt up to, but surprisingly—nothing. 

As he approached his side of the bed, his eyes settled on you like always. To Bruce, it was a sweet sigh of relief to come back home to you again. Sometimes, a miracle depending on the crimes of that night. Nightly patrols have taken a toll on him; on his body, on his mentality; but being in your presence always—no matter what—brought him back to the solitude his life was at before being laboured by vengeance.

Coldly, he sat on the edge, careful to not wake you, as he dried off the damp strands of his washed hair with a towel. Then, he chased after the tremors off his bare body with several rubs of the coarse towel, gathering water molecules into the material until he was somewhat dry. It was the typical nightly routine of Bruce Wayne, in which he was guilty of vacating you of.

Bruce witnessed—took part in—how you ended your night. A late night snack, a book, a tv show—and he’d stroke your hair to the sound of his heartbeat until you were out like a light. He’d never forget to kiss your forehead as if it was an enchantment that would guard him for the rest of the night. Naively, Bruce was apprehensive of the subtle chance of reducing his survival rate if he were to miss a night of seeing you—touching you. Even if you had the biggest argument with him, even if you were in the wrong, he’d make sure to see you one last time before escaping into the shadows, saving the city—saving you.

After dressing himself in a fresh set of briefs, the soft cushions of his bed and pillows enticed him back into sanctuary. He crawled back into bed and instinctively found his arms around your body, warm and full against the recovering bruises against his own flesh. Skipping dinner was a norm, but he felt satiated when he could hear you breathe, feel your pulse, and watch you writhe within his doting affection.

“Goodnight.” Bruce muttered as he nestled his nose into your hair, another deep inhale of your scent to ground him that you were still present in his life. And then another as his head turned towards your neck, a familiar smell that taunted him to lean closer until his nose pressed softly into the crook of your skin.

White musk.

The top note of his favourite cologne on you. It lingered delightfully in Bruce’s nostrils, and there was a reason why he always urged you to spray it on date nights. It was intoxicating.

Come to think of it, Bruce’s night routine hadn’t completely checked off all of his tasks for the night. After he would come home, it was a no-brainer to shower off the sweat, dirt, and sometimes blood, from his patrols. He would scrape his hair clean with the shampoo suds, mint and cooling on his scalp. Then he’d move onto his body. The suds would trickle down his torso, gather in his muscles, and he’d add onto the bubbles with his body wash, lathering himself from head to toe. And almost always, the slightest brush of his length would break the restraints the night had locked his sanity behind. It was always you that managed to free him. As he would squeeze himself, fondle his sack while the suds dribbled down his leg and feet, he’d think of you—miss you in ways he wouldn’t dare to ignore, ways in which he was ashamed to desert you of.

“I’m all yours.” Your proclamation echoed, ran marathons in Bruce’s mind as the white musk led him astray. The simple thought of him taking advantage of you guilted him, churned his stomach until it was bundled into thick knots, but it made his heart race.

“(M/N)?” He whispered. The bed creaked when Bruce peered over you, and he was met by silence. A few soft snores joined the ticking of the clock, but for the most part, silence.

I shouldn’t… Bruce convinced himself. It was… shameful to even think of taking advantage of you like that—in your unconscious state, in your vulnerability. You looked peaceful in your slumber and knowing how hard you worked, he wouldn’t dare to ruin it because of his own selfish desires.

He sighed, rolling flat onto his back again, hoping the uncomfortable ache in his briefs would settle down in a minute or so. When it didn’t, Bruce tended to it with a brief re-adjustment of the way his length stood. Then again as he twitched in defiance.

Again, as he throbbed.

And again, when his briefs couldn’t support his throbbing erection anymore. 

Bruce turned his head to the side, scanning your unconscious state. His eyes traced the languid form of your body as it sank deep into the mattress, hugging the air to your body while he slowly pulled the blanket off of you.

The bed creaked as inch by inch, Bruce scooted closer to you, turning back to lie on his side and nearly spooning you again. His movements were sluggish, apprehensive to wake you, but at the same time, there was an adrenaline rush surging through him knowing he could be caught any second (despite your permission).

His hand felt it as it caressed your arm in singular, docile strokes. Then his breath, as he leaned closer, pressing himself against you again, and slipped a hand under your shirt. Your bare stomach rested warmly against his calloused palm, and he felt your breath hitch, your stomach tensed, every evidence of your presence, as Bruce ran a palm upwards to touch your chest once, then back down to bravely slither under the waistband of your boxers.

“Fuck…” Bruce’s breath unevened, struggling to keep a steady rhythm, when his palm gently groped a handful of your flaccid cock, a complete opposite of the shameful erection he was prodding near your bottom. You writhed once, and he quickly paused with a shudder as you suddenly turned to lie on your back, smacking the dryness in your throat away as you drove yourself into deeper slumber.

He found it unusual how you haven’t awakened by now, but the cynical part of him pleaded for you to remain asleep—until he had his way with you.

Gently, Bruce lifted your hips to pull down the remainder of your boxers off until you were bare in all of your glory before him. Your balls lay briefly in between your legs before they were back to being fondled in his warm palms. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this…”

Droplets of sweat formed over Bruce’s hairline as he sluggishly maneuvered himself to kneel over your unconscious state. His thighs hardened, flexed as he maintained his balance over you. He stroked his cock with his free-hand; to the gentle snores you poured out, to your slightly parted lips that he could easily spread open with his girth, and to his surprise, to the stiffness of your cock as it stirred awake from his constant fondling.

What are you dreaming about? Are you dreaming of me? Are you dreaming of being fucked by me? Bruce groaned as he witnessed the once softened features of your face stiffened into diffident lust. Your breath unknowingly quickened when Bruce began stroking your cock together with his in one grasp. Your body writhed with uncomfortable pleasure as if you wanted whatever was happening to you to stop, yet the throbbing veins of your cock begged Bruce for more—to hold you for longer, to keep doing as he pleased.

Bruce forgot what it was like to have you like this; to have you squirming beautifully beneath him, dripping in heavy pre-cum while simultaneously having your cock lathered in his own fluid. He was enticed by your every movement, squirming and writhing confined by the state of slumber as you couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop the uncomfortable pleasure that was happening to you because you were dreaming a dream that refrained you from resisting your boyfriend.

I know you want it. Fuck… I know you want my cum, (M/N). He paused briefly to press his forehead into yours, sweat dripping off his face and onto your body in his maneuver, and breathed languidly against your lips to find the parting in order to breathe his lewd thoughts into you. Bruce was careless, dangerously brave as he slipped a tongue inside of you to spread your mouth open further. You made a sound, but he muted it with a swallow as he ravished you like honey on a spoon. Remnants of mint lingered on his tongue, and as much as he wanted to continue tasting you, he needed to relieve himself.

He was close.

Carefully, he dragged himself over your chest and kneeled over your chest. Bruce’s cock hung heavy above your slumber, dripping in thick strings of pre-cum from the plump tip—a shameful exhibit of how much this had turned him on, how much he had been deprived of this act for so long.

Open wide. It was morbid. Bruce never thought himself of ever once doing this obscene act, but the guilt that had been the cause of his apprehension was only fleeting the moment he pushed his cock into your sleeping mouth. 

“Oh, fuck…” He was careful with you. Careful enough to not stir you awake, but courageous enough to fulfill his sense of greed. Bruce pushed deeper, and deeper until he couldn’t anymore. His thick cock steadied your breathing and in favor, your saliva warmed him with complete gratitude.

Come on, I know you can take it… His eyes darkened at your inability to take his girth. As much as it sounded like a threat, it drove him delirious knowing you couldn’t. Even in your waking moments, it fueled a sense of pride when you gagged on his cock, covered him in bubbly thick spittle, and looked like an absolute mess while attempting to swallow him again.

Fuck, (M/N)... You’d pull him out when you had enough of gagging on his cock and jerk him off instead, catching your breath in the midst of it all. He never told you, but it was Bruce’s favourite part whenever you two did this together. The pure lust in your eyes, craving for a fill that you and him both know that he would deliver upon greatly. And somehow, as lewd as the act was, you both knew it was more than sex. You and Bruce were making love, fucking with a craving that you only have for each other because it was only you two that could bring this type of pleasure to one another. 

“Fuck—” Bruce paced himself, biting back an adamant moan, thrusting slow yet filling into your mouth as he held onto the headboard. The scrape of your teeth made him hiss, but the pleasure of your warm mouth was so fulfilling that it overwhelmed any painful feeling you’ve prescribed him to.

I’m close, (M/N)... Fuck, let me cum on you… On your body, on your face, I want it everywhere on you.

He released his cock from your mouth and took the heavy girth into his own palm, pumping the muscle with a sudden vigor that had been motivated to see you covered in his fluids. Bruce’s eyes rolled back into his lids, panting heavy and harder because he was so close—so fucking close. He could see you sticking your tongue out for him, on your knees, playing with your cum-covered cock as you would wait patiently for his reward. You would begin begging for it—his cum, his cock, him. You’d worship his body, mouthing at his toned thighs, then his abdominal muscles, licking the sweat off the gutters to briefly satiate your appetite for Bruce.

Until you were gifted with his indulgent desire for you and only you in the form of thick and creamy white ropes. “I’m comin—” Bruce’s stomach sucked in hard, his abs contracting while his thighs vibrated with tremors, then with a guttural push, he released himself with a strong grunt. His grasp directed his thick and heavy loads towards your chest and stomach, stroking his throbbing cock through the glorious sprays. He sucked in his teeth to control the sounds that were threatening to burst out of his throat and whimpered with a shudder when it was unmanageable, continuing to empty his balls until he could smell the heavy sex and musk off your body.

Scanning you from head to toe, Bruce was breathless. Despite his delirious stint, it was impressive to see you drifting off to sleep like nothing had happened. Or rather, it was impressive that he had a certain amount of control to not completely make love to you like a wild mammal, rousing you from sleep.

Nonetheless, he powered through the overwhelming need to sleep to clean you up, even if you hadn’t mind the mess. And like always, he never forgot to end his night with a kiss, pressing a chaste yet breathless pant to your lips.

“Think your way of ‘taking care of me’ needs more time in the workshop , but we’ll talk about it later.” 

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[n0cturna1-m3]

Wrists and Ropes | Dom! Simon “Ghost” Riley x Sub! Top Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Rimming, face sitting, bondage, rope burn (ouchy), cowgirl position, sweet aftercare (albeit short), service top/power bottom, anal sex, creampie, nipple play (r receiving)

Request; "Could you write a Dom Bottom Ghost x Sub Top Male Reader where Ghost ties reader to the bed (consensually ofc). Nipple play, Ghost sitting on readers face, Ghost riding reader, and eventual sweet aftercare"

A/N; first time i posted this i forgot to feckin change it back to y/n so it was an oc insert im sorry. literally bright red as i'm writing this i'm so embarrassed. ANYWAY i hope you enjoy 😭 @j-hauke i interupted your reading im sorry

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“Stop pulling at them, you’ll cut your wrists,” Ghost scolded, grabbing Y/N’s jaw with one hand and tilting it to look up at him. He was sitting on Y/N’s stomach in his boxers, towering over him with his bulky physique, and Y/N had his hands tied to the headboard, with the rope digging into his skin when he would pull at it.

“Please, Simon. You’ve been teasing me all night. I wanna hold you,” He whimpered, leaning into Ghost’s hand.

“No,” He responded, slapping his cheek lightly before pushing his head back against the pillows. Y/N huffed, but he didn’t pull on his restraints this time. Ghost hummed and leaned down, pecking Y/N’s lips before climbing off him.

“Wait, where are you going?” Y/N asked, trying to sit up to see what he was doing but ultimately flopping back on the mattress.

“Don’t worry, I’m not goin’ anywhere,” He responded, pulling off his boxers and tossing them to the floor before crawling back into bed and straddling Y/N’s upper chest with his backside facing the H/C. “This fine?”

“Uh-huh,” He responded immediately, his eyes darting over Ghost’s back as if trying to find the right place to look.

“Good,” Ghost said before he lowered himself onto Y/N’s face. His eyes fluttered closed as he stuck out his tongue and ran it along Ghost’s entrance before pushing inside, grunting softly at the heat enveloping his tongue. Ghost placed his hands on his pecs and squeezed, moulding them in his hands while he ground back on Y/N’s tongue.

He took in a deep breath and shakily exhaled, rocking his ass onto Y/N’s face. Y/N whined and pulled at his restraints, burying his tongue deeper into Ghost before pulling out and running it along the rim.

Ghost reached one hand back to grab at Y/N’s hair, burying his fingers in it and pulling him against him harder. Y/N moaned at the pressure on his scalp and looked up at Ghost’s broad, muscular back. His head was hung forward as he grunted, occasional soft moans slipping past his lips. Y/N pulled at his restraints again, desperate to have the meat of Ghost’s ass in his palms. He wanted to spread him open and fuck him deep. His cock twitched at the thought, hard and leaking pre cum against his stomach.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ghost groaned, one hand pressed flat against Y/N’s chest to support his weight.

Y/N’s wrists were rubbed raw at this point, the sting of rope burn irritating his skin, but he ignored it and continued working Ghost open. He ground back on Y/N, his thighs flexing as he adjusted to wrap the hand previously holding himself up around his cock. He stroked it slowly, squeezing and twisting as he went. The lack of lube left a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but it was more so good than bad. Y/N moaned as Ghost tightened up around him, constricting his tongue. He was getting close.

With shaky legs, Ghost pulled himself off of Y/N’s face, letting go of his hair in the process. Y/N moaned at the sight of Ghost’s hole, wet with spit. He crawled off of Y/N and moved to straddle his hips, Y/N working on catching his breath in the meantime. He gazed up at Ghost hazily, his eyes droopy and lower face wet.

Ghost reached for the bottle of lube that had been tossed on the bed for later use and popped it open, grabbing Y/N’s cock and pouring a generous amount onto it. Y/N moaned as he stroked it a few times to evenly spread the liquid before adjusting to press the tip against his entrance. Ghost tossed the bottle on the bed and slowly lowered himself onto Y/N’s cock, his eyes glued to the man beneath him as he moaned. He paused when the head was inside before taking a few more inches inside.

“Hey,” He said, reaching up and grabbing Y/N’s jaw in his large hands. “Stop pulling at the ropes.”

Y/N moaned in response, leaning forward in search of a kiss. Ghost huffed a breathy laugh at how desperate Y/N was and sank further onto him, bottoming out with a little moan. Y/N rutted his hips up, Ghost grunting at the sudden movement.

He leaned down to kiss Y/N as he began to rock his hips back and forth, lifting himself before dropping down again. He pressed their lips together and Y/N hummed with contentment, tilting his head and opening his mouth to allow Ghost’s tongue into his mouth. Ghost’s hands made their way up to Y/N’s chest, squeezing the flesh before thumbing at his nipples and grinning against his lips when he let out a breathy moan.

Ghost pinched Y/N’s nipples and pulled off his lips, trailing kisses down his jaw before sucking a hickey on his neck.

“Don’t fuck with my nipples,” Y/N whined, rutting his hips up to meet Ghost’s ass. He twisted the nubs in response, and Y/N let out a moan at the sudden feeling.

“You seem to like it,” Ghost muttered, his voice raspy and deep in Y/N’s ear causing him to shiver involuntarily and buck his hips up. Ghost bit his ear softly and pulled it between his teeth, pinching Y/N’s nipples and earning a breathy moan in response.

“Fuck…” He whimpered, rolling his hips up into Ghost’s ass and pulling at the ropes around his wrists again.

Ghost moaned against his ear and dropped his head into the crook of his neck. He squeezed Y/N’s pecs and lifted his head to kiss him again, humming with contentment as their lips moved in sync slowly. Ghost let one of his hands leave Y/N’s chest, instead opting to grab his cock and stroke it quickly. Y/N looked up at him fondly, his eyebrows creasing with the want to grab his pale flesh and fuck him hard, but Ghost was moving slowly, prioritising himself over Y/N. Not that he minded. Y/N loved that Ghost would put himself first, and so he prioritised it, too.

“You’re only going to cum when I say so, got it?” Ghost asked, voice low and raspy. Y/N whimpered and nodded, letting his hands go limp. “Good boy.”

Ghost’s cock was leaking pre cum onto Y/N’s lower stomach in a large quantity, his hips twitching forward into his hand while he started to fuck himself harder on Y/N’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” He moaned. His hand was pressed flat on Y/N’s diaphragm to steady himself as his thighs shook with pleasure. Y/N moaned at the praise, bucking his hips up. “You fill me up so good, love.”

“Simon, fuck,” Y/N whimpered.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep moaning my name like that.” Y/N groaned and looked up at Ghost. He was unbearably close to cumming.

“Simon, I wanna cum, fuck!” He moaned, letting his head fall back on the pillow beneath him. Ghost looked at him and scoffed.

“You want to cum?” He mocked, tilting his head at Y/N who nodded hopefully. “Make me cum first.”

Huffing, Y/N adjusted himself to be able to thrust up into Ghost easier, the latter letting out a guttural moan at the sudden deep and hard thrusts into his tight hole. His palms pressed against Y/N’s stomach as he struggled to keep himself from falling forward. His cock hit his prostate just right, and he could feel heat pooling in the pit of his stomach from it. The wet slapping sound of Y/N’s balls against his ass only turned him on more, gasping and shaking as he neared orgasm.

“Fuckin’ christ,” He rasped, head hanging forward.

A single strand of saliva spilt past his lips, dripping onto Y/N’s chest as he came. He croaked out a moan as his cum spurt out of his cock, thick ropes of white staining Y/N’s S/C skin. Y/N kept fucking him through it, albeit slower so as to not overstimulate him, but his cock ached with want for release.

“Please,” Y/N whimpered, gazing at Ghost longingly. He nodded at him and Y/N immediately came inside of him with a loud moan, rolling his hips up against Ghost’s ass as he filled him with his semen.

“You did well for me, love,” Ghost praised, reaching to cup Y/N’s cheek as he leaned down to kiss him softly. “So good.”

He slowly lifted himself off Y/N’s cock and moved to sit on his stomach, reaching up to undo the bindings. He frowned at the rope burn on his wrists.

“I told you not to pull at them.”

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured, eyes sleepy while Ghost rubbed his wrists tenderly.

He climbed off of him and disappeared into the bathroom. He quickly wiped himself clean with a rag and painstakingly scooped the cum out of his ass, tossing the rag onto the floor when he finished and reaching for another. He grabbed a small tube of Bacteomycine before returning to Y/N, wiping him clean before smearing a generous amount of the antibiotic onto his wrists.

“That feel better?” He asked. Y/N hummed and reached out to him, Ghost complying and laying beside Y/N while he wrapped his arms around his waist.

He was floating between sleep and consciousness, and muttered “My nipples hurt,” before passing out. Ghost snickered and placed a hand on Y/N’s cheek, kissing him quickly before sleeping himself.

[mytheoristavenue]

BES Mizu x Reader - Tranquility

Summary: One evening, two odd fellows walk into your father's inn, requesting keep.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader believes Mizu is male, comfort, angst, use of he/him and she/ her pronouns for Mizu depending on POV

Humming gently, you busied your hands, bustling about the front room of your father's humble inn, dusting, polishing, sweeping- anything to pass the time. With your back turned, you hardly noticed the pair of men that wandered in, ducking under the curtain entrance.

"Welcome in!" you chirped over your shoulder, hearing footsteps approach the counter. Hurrying over and behind it, you turned to face them with a warm grin. "Good afternoon, sirs. How may I be of service?"

"We need a room," the shorter one said. He was significantly more slender than his companion and wore looser clothing and a wide kasa that obscured his face. "Two beds."

You nodded obediently. "Of course sir, and for how many nights?"

"One." He answered sternly, angling his head even deeper down.

"Alright," you processed his answer, making note of it. "And will you be requiring meals or would you prefer to dine elsewhere?"

"Here is fine," he replied, digging into a pocket to retrieve a sachel of currency. "Two dinners and two breakfasts. How much?" You quickly added up the total for the stay and four meals and told him what the charge was. To your surprise, he dropped even more in front of you. "I like my privacy, other than meal service, make sure no one disturbs me."

"Of course, sir!" you nodded profusely, swiftly making sure their payment was in the right place, before coming out from behind the counter. "Allow me to escort you to your room!"

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Now alone and behind closed doors, the pair of travelers began laying down their luggage, stretching from the relief of no longer having to carry their belongings on their backs. "Ringo," Mizu said suddenly, leaning her sword against a nearby wall as she sat down. "Go out and get us some more provisions, it'll be a while before we get to another village after we leave. Take this," Glancing up at her apprentice, she handed over a list of supplies and the same sachel of gold she'd paid with moments ago. "I'm going to rest while you're out, so try not to disturb me when you get back."

"Yes, master!" The man said seriously, a bit too much so as he saluted her before leaving. The samurai simply rolled her eyes at his unknowingly silly gesture and sighed.

It wasn't long into her quiet time that she was distracted by the softest knock on the wood frame of the door. "Service," your gentle voice called from the other side. Scoffing, Mizu called back, granting you permission to enter.

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You smiled when you heard the gentleman call back 'Enter.', sliding the panel away and lifting a tray from the floor before carrying it into the room. "Your meal tonight will be soba, but it won't be ready for a good while. I thought I'd bring you and your companion some refreshments in the meantime. Complementary, of course."

"Do all your guests get treated to free refreshments before dinner?" he asked, suspiciously, sitting cross-legged at a table in the center of the room.

"Well..." you blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you fell to your knees beside him. "Not exactly. Your meal will come with tea and sake, but I wanted to show my appreciation for..."

"You wanted to earn the extra money I gave you." he deduced. "I gave you that in exchange for leaving me alone so, admittedly, you aren't doing a very good job of earning it so far. I'd prefer you to respect my wishes than to bother me with special treatment."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rejection. "I-I'm sorry," you sputtered, reclaiming the few things you'd set on the table in preparation to return the tray to the kitchen. "I'll just take this back, didn't mean to offend."

"Wait, you can stay." The mysterious man sighed, bringing his hand up and pressing his palm to the top of his kasa, removing it. Underneath it was silky midnight hair, tied back in a taught bun, with a rogue strand that framed his face. Though, most striking about his appearance, were his glasses. They were round and petite with an onyx frame and amber lenses. Noticing your attention, his eyes darted towards you. "Haven't you ever been told that staring is impolite?"

Shaking your head furiously, cheeks once again aglow, you returned to your current task. "Deepest apologies! I was only observing your glasses, they are-"

You could feel his glare on you intensify even with your gaze away. "They're what?"

"P-Pretty..." you muttered truthfully, instantly regretting using such a feminine adjective to describe something a man wore. "They're a nice color is all..."

The man shifted backward, seemingly surprised by your compliments, and for just a moment, his harsh demeanor faltered a bit. "Well...thank you," he muttered bashfully before clearing his throat and darting back into his shell upon noticing that you were beginning to pour a cup of sake. "Just tea," he corrected sternly. "I don't drink."

You straightened at his comment, pausing for a moment. "Apologies," you nodded, setting the vessel back down on the tray to remind yourself to take it back with you when you leave. "I don't believe I've ever served a man who didn't prefer sake." you mused with a small smile.

"I'm not other men," he answered shortly.

"Yes, you're entirely different..." you sighed with glowing cheeks, pouring his tea. "You're a true and honorable gentleman, I can tell."

For the first time since the pair had come in, the traveler smiled- smirked even. It was a cocky look that sent a shiver down your spine when you glanced up and his found sharp amber eyes staring back. "You're quite forward for a service girl, aren't you?"

Your eyes blew wide at his comment and your cheeks caught fire which spread even to the tips of your ears. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to speak so freely!" Somehow in your anxious haste, you'd lost your grasp on the tea kettle in your hand, and you quickly lunged forward to catch it, luckily saving it before it could spill- or worse, shatter.

Unfortunately, your cheer for victory was incredibly short-lived by the hiss of your guest, who had begun tugging his clothes away from his body. Stream rose from his torso and you went pale. It seemed that, in your rush to catch the kettle, you'd reached over the table and knocked the freshly poured cup of hot tea into the poor man's stomach.

Without a second thought, you immediately crawled over, pulling a handkerchief from the chest of your kosode and began dabbing at his chest and stomach, profusely apologizing all while. You could feel him tense beneath your touch, rigid an no longer wriggling form the discomfort of the steaming liquid coating his skin. To his horror, in your haste, you began to tug at his sleeves, pulling them off his shoulders slightly.

"I'm so very sorry, sir!" you cried, beginning to disrobe him. "I'm so clumsy! I swear I'll make this right, let me just-" you continued, untying his belt, his protests completely lost on you in your panicked state. "I'll take your clothes and launder them, free of charge! A-And I'll get you a full refund on your stay!"

"N-no, please," the man began to tremble, breath caught in his throat as you inched him closer and closer to nudity. "It's fine, all's forgiven, there's no need to-" His hands felt heavy as he tied to pry you away, and by the time he'd gathered the ability to calm himself, you'd already stopped. You were entirely frozen as the fabric of his shirt felt from your hand.

"I-I..." you sputtered, unsure of what to say, or even if to speak at all. You'd rather just stay frozen.

"I-I appreciate the offer to launder my clothes, but please," the traveler gave an exacerbated sigh, "Let me undress myself."

You slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact as he gripped his garment closed and gingerly traced the hem of it and where it fell on his chest. Suddenly, out of his peripheral, he watched you lift something off the floor, setting the object in his lap. Then he realized, you weren't looking at his body. Glancing down, he noticed his glasses, folded neatly and resting in the creased crotch of his baggy pants.

"Get out." he snapped, finally putting himself into gear. "I will leave my clothes outside my door for you to wash. Have them back to me as soon as possible. And yes, you will be refunding my stay." he seethed as you instantly jumped up and hurried out of the room.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mizu stressed, pacing the room, and tugging at her hair. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her clothes were ruined, she'd at least have to wash them in some creek somewhere. But then, what about Ringo? She could leave him, but knowing him, he'd find her and lecture her about the importance of facing your problems instead of running from them. She'd forced you out before she'd had a chance to read your reaction, but then again, she'd never experienced a good one. You were probably on your way to tell someone- or worse, inform authorities on her whereabouts.

Even worse, she could her her chest bindings beginning to soak with tea, creating a terrible moist feeling between her breasts. She'd have to change the bandages, lest her skin begin to chafe. With every odd stacked against her leaving, she decided to stay. You only knew of her eye color, after all. At least you hadn't figured out all of her secrets.

All she had to do was keep her body hidden and charm you into not telling about her eyes, she could do this. You were tripping all over yourself over one snarky comment, surly she could convince you to keep quiet, right?

I hope you guys enjoyed this, there will be a part two coming (hopefully) soon, which I will link in this post when it is finished! Please like, comment, and reblog if you like this, it really helps encourage me to continue, and with this being a fandom for me to write for, it helps a lot to know what y'all interact with most!