#so it's like. an emptying-filling sort of push and pull. i mean. i fucking mean. you know.

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❝ DON'T WORRY 'BOUT IT DARLING! ❞ - Toji Fushiguro

— (18+) YOUR CAR BREAKS DOWN DURING A SOLO TRIP, AND A KIND MR. FUSHIGURO OFFERS TO HELP.

₊˚༊*· warnings. nsfw (18+), slow burn, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, rough sex, slight age gap (r is 22, t is 37), pet names, raw sex, backshots, pulling out/cumming on face/mouth, pussy eating, fingering, light faceslapping, toji lives in a cabin..

₊˚༊*· notes. I missed writing sm... also, this was one of those stories where i just got carried away writing.. also if your car breaks down in the middle of no where, please don't follow a random man back to his cabin. toji is not real.

7,035 words (25m read)

header art used - credits to @/yunonoai on twt!

A holiday. The perfect thing you needed to ease your mind— work had been fucking you up lately, so you specifically had requested a few days off.

Realising you never spend time with yourself, and yourself only, had brought you to the idea of going on a solo trip. Although with budget cut short, you could only opt for a solo-road-trip; still well away from the city, and everyone.

So far, you thought it was perfect. Just you and your trusty volks beetle, cruising off for a few days to be surrounded by the county’s evergreen trees, and going down a spiral of constantly smelling wet bark here and there.

Crashing at the nearest motel just a few miles south, and digging into a typical, pancake breakfast at the closest diner the next morning. Quite basic, but you thought that it was unironically the calmest idea for a 'holiday' yet.

Pressing on the playback button, the car radio immediately sounded out the currently inserted tape that was halfway played through, your eyes rolling at the song choice.

“..I wake up in the morning I got murder on my min-“

The sound of the tape bypassing the opening filled with the car, along with silence and the engine running. “Oh for fucks sake, Yuji definitely put that in there.”

Balancing between keeping your eyes on the road, and your surroundings, you toss the DVD away to the passengers side; rummaging around the glove compartment for another disk.

But you found the peace as of now quite calming, resulting in you rolling your windows down by the slightest— taking in the natural noise of the environment.

Your cheeks turned cold to the touch as the breeze wafted throughout your entire car, your back pressing against the fabric seats, eyes only closing for a millisecond to take everything in.

Dressed in a tank top and shorts, my, it seemed like you were ready for.. who knows what. Hopefully no one takes you, accidentally, for a side-street hooker.

Bit silent, you suppose— seeing that there was no other car on this specific road too. It was eerie, but enjoyable at the same time. I mean, the road was in the middle of the woods so I doubt people would be passing in and out of here often.

Hand reaching back into the glove compartment, you grab a hold of a random disk, analyzing it as soon as you withdrew your hand back into your lap.

..The Cranberries, not too bad. Something to lighten up the mood a bit. Biting down on your bottom lip, you divert your attention away from the road for a millisecond— pushing the disk into the radio player with a swift movement.

The familiar intro of Linger began to play. Your two hands clutched onto the wheel tighter, letting out a squeal as a result of hearing one of your favorite songs.

What seemed like forever, you wondered if the road was going to look different anytime soon. It felt as if you haven't seen some sort of sign telling you there would be a bed and breakfast ten minutes up, but you simply brushed it off.

"..And I'm in so deeep, you know I'm such a fool for youuu.." Taking advantage of the empty roads, you notched the volume a bit higher, belting out your shower-learnt vocals with all your heart.

Concerning LEDs flashing on your dashboard suddenly caught your eye, your singing stopping right in the middle of the chorus.

Frantically looking down at the light, and at the road in front of you, the sensible decision to pull over came across your mind— your car quickly swerving to the side of the road, Linger still, playing as everything started to go downhill.

"W-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Your hands fall onto your lap, brows furrowed at one warning appearing after the other, a whimper slipping past your lips as worry grew.

Looking out the rear window, then to the front, you've realised you're all alone. No help nearby, not for another while. Groaning, you darted your eyes back to your dashboard, seeing about three more warnings show up.

"Fuck- not now, oh come on!" ...Can't even get peace on my day off, can I?

Pulling on the latch underneath, you popped the hood open. Killing the ignition, you grab your zip-up from the backseat, throwing it on before stepping out of the car; sizzling, and smoke coming from under the hood.

"I swear.. if this is a trap for a murder film, just take me already. My survival instincts are through the roof.."

Sighing, you lift the hood up, a big cloud of grey smoke slapping you in the face, like you could suffocate any moment now.

"The hell?!" Coughing, you fanned your face, taking a few, cautious steps back from the vehicle. As soon as the smoke had went away, you leaned back in; analysing each part of your engine.

A scoff escapes your mouth, silently laughing at yourself. "Literally what the fuck am I meant to be looking at." Knuckles resting atop your hips, you stood up straight, chipping away at your fingernails with your teeth.

"..Okay, maybe I'll try and start it... and if all goes wrong- call the insurance company."

Blowing out a relieving breath, you sit back into the driver's seat, twisting the key, trying to get your car to start.

Nothing but the sweet sound of failure. Two more tries, and still the same outcome.

"..Insurance company.. right."

Unable to locate your phone, you let out a confused noise- looking sideways and upside down your car for it. "..Where could it.. be..?"

Though.. something seemed, off. Your head slowly rose up from below the passengers seat, peeping just above the car door.

A man, walking- closer, and closer.. It seems. Your heart began to thump against your chest- begging to jump out. Breathing labored, your eyes widen, body freezing at the most inconvenient of times. Wait, is he holding an axe?

"M-my.. my phone?!" With haste in your movements, you rummage through everything like a mad man, making a total mess of your car- the same mysterious guy getting closer and closer, tauntingly walking out from the deep woods.

Sitting back against your seat, your mouth gapes open; eyes glued straight ahead. This is it, I manifested it. Now why on earth did I say that?! It's over for me, I'm cooked.

You let out a mewl, attempting to sob, solely squeezing your eyes shut. Too scared to look one last time to your side, you took a few deep breaths, chanting mini prayers to save the last bit of you.

A tap on the window came from your side, your one eye opening itself. Hesitant, you slowly turn your head; seeing a muscular torso at the window tapping the glass with the handle of his axe, before the man leans down to show his face.

Dressed in jeans and a flannel, with jagged, raven colored hair— and a face to perfectly compliment his jacked up body. I see. But now's not the time to play a dating game.

"..Ma'am?" His voice deep, and rusty, your face grew more concerned, mouth still gawking like a freak in fear.

"..God, p-please don't kill me.." A quiet peep comes from you, the man resting a hand on your roof, still bent down, and chuckling.

"Lady, I could see your car smokin' all the way from my cabin. I couldn't help but see what's the matter. You want me to check it out for you, or not?" His voice happened to be quite faint from behind the glass, though you could make out what he seemed to be saying.

"..Oh... I don't mind, I just have no clue what to do, I.." Words coming out in a blabber, you stumbled over what you wanted to say, confusion written all over the mans face.

"Slow down, will ya? Can't even comprehend half the words you're saying."

Shaking your head, you brushed it off. "You know what.. forget it.. just.. check what's happening under that hood, please?"

He nods, disappearing from your window to walk around to the front of the car. Deciding to step out too, you came to the conclusion that he seemed like an okay man to trust with your car. But you just had to make sure he wasn't gonna fit some sort of tracker underneath your engine..

Crossing your arms, you walked closer to the man, who seemed to know what he was doing. Observing from a few steps away, you watched him twist and turn at a few things, no fear in getting his hands dirty. He seemed bigger at this angle, a bit bigger than you, so if he were to murder you right now... it's over.

"..Do you always carry around that axe?" Referring to the same tool that was now on the ground, you noticed his lips curl into a smile, taking note of the fading scar on the side of his mouth also.

Letting out an amused chuckle, his eyes remained focused on the problem in front of him, but his voice was able to answer something else at the same time. "Living in the middle of the woods, I think you'd do the same."

You nod, accepting the answer with no further questions. Although a few more silly ones came out of you..

"Have you ever been chased by a bear.. while living out here?" Swaying back and forth on your tippy toes, your arms stay crossed, teeth chewing at your bottom lip as you anticipated a genuine answer.

He stops, torso still bent down but head looking up at you, facial expressions unimpressed. "Do pretty girls like you always ask all these stupid questions..?"

Blinking, you freeze, at the blunt compliment and sharp stab of his words. "..I was just curious. Also, I don't even know your name. You know, if you try to kidnap me, and I happen to escape, and-"

"Toji." Short and direct, he answers that question. "Now that you've told me your game plan, I could've easily lied about my name.

Your throat running dry, you clear it out with a grunt, Toji standing back up with an unhopeful look on his face. "..Yeah, your car is busted." He picks his axe back up, turning his body to you.

"..What? But- there's no reception here and.. I have no where to go..." Great. You've told him that you're helpless, and a young, vulnerable girl who's all alone on a solo trip.

"Wait- so you're telling me you're all alone, in the middle of these woods. Lady, do you not know that there's literally nothing here but dirt and trees?" His face scrunched up in disbelief, he genuinely wondered what a girl like you would be doing here.

"..I just wanted a holiday... on my own and.. I thought.. I could crash at some motel like in the movies and.. and.. pancakes.. oh the pancakes.." A sob chokes out of you, warm tears beginning to stain your cheeks at the thought of your vacation going downhill.

Toji, on the other hand looks more confused at this rate, his voice stammering, unsure of how to console you. A random girl, crying in front of him.. Great.

"Uh, don't cry- I didn't mean to.." Scratching at his nape, he waits until you stop crying your guts out, and successfully, you do. "Look, how about I'll fix your car for you, but first we get you a place to stay."

Sniffling, you look up at him, an ounce of hope springing back into you. "..R-really?"

Relieved, Toji was able to relax by the slightest after finally getting you to stop sobbing in front of him. Comforting wasn't his forte. "Yeah, don't worry 'bout it darling. But my cabin is the only thing I could offer right now. I told you, there's nothing in this place. No.. 'motel'..."

Looking back at your busted car, then returning to Toji, he shrugs his shoulders; mouthing, 'the choice is yours.' He wasn't pressuring you at all, but it was true that there was no other option. Outside the city wasn't all that, and you learnt the hard way.

"...Fine, just don't.. don't murder me.. I don't wanna die." Toying with the zip of your hoodie, you divert your gaze away from Toji, deciding to look at the ground instead.

He grunts, grabbing his head in frustration. "Would you quit with that murder bull-crap?! How many times do I have to say it. Should be me who's scared of a Michael Myers venturing 'round these woods." Toji shakes his head in disapproval. "Just grab your things and get movin' will you? Sun's about to set soon."

Unamused yourself, you shoot him a glare, walking over to the backseat door to grab your backpack full of everything. Slamming the door shut, you sensibly grab your keys, properly locking everything before Toji shuts the hood, resting his axe on his shoulder.

The man gestures you to follow him, hopefully not towards your death. Trailing behind his large figure, Toji occasionally glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still there and didn't happen to run off; more than certain that you were shitting your pants right now.

Readjusting the heavy backpack on your shoulder, you struggled, mentally complaining, but too afraid to ask if you were there yet. Guess you'll take the blame for this one. Should've packed light I suppose..

"We're here, incase you were wondering." Toji stops in his tracks, turning his body back around to face you before making his way to the onto the porch.

Surprisingly, it was nice and big, and seemed homely. "Not gonna lie, I thought you lived in a run down shack in the middle of no where. With like, bugs and stuff?"

"Who do you take me for?" He scoffs, "Come in when you're ready. Also mind your step." Toji points out the mini stairs just below the porch, before disappearing off inside. He really made sure that you didn't feel pressured to do anything whatsoever. So he let you enter at your own will.

Taking note of your surroundings outside one last time, you let out a deep breath before stepping inside.

Warm air engulfed you, heat coming from a well built fire place. It actually was nice inside, and everything everywhere made sense. The architecture of the cabin really had Toji written all over it.

Nothing was run down. It felt like a home, just with a rustic style to it. The sofa actually had a throw draped over it, a flat screen tv mounted just above the fireplace. There was also a nice view of a body of water outside some large windows.

Toji paced around the sofas just after resting his axe safely in a corner, stretching his arms out; toned muscles flexing from the warm, yellowish light in the cabin.

"Make yourself at home, you take my room tonight. I'll crash on the sofa." He makes his way to the other side of the cabin, supposedly the entrance to his bedroom. Toji leaning against the door frame, he watched as you stood still in one spot, still observing your surroundings.

"Also has its own bathroom, so no need to worry about me walking in on you. There's locks too from the inside. And I don't care about you going through anything. I've got nothing to hide." Toji continues, he sure knows the questions you're about to ask. This man is always thinking ahead.

"..Thanks, Toji. That's really nice of you." Walking closer to the entrance of his room, you slide the backpack off your shoulder, holding onto the heavy load with two hands at this point. The backpack swings between your legs as you walk past him, Toji grunting before leaving you be.

He fucks off somewhere into the kitchen, meanwhile you lock the doors behind you immediately. You already smelled of bark and leaves, and not to mention, the stinky smoke from your car earlier.

Tossing your backpack onto an armchair nearby, eye glancing over a few frames with Toji in them. Some of him alone, with a fish in his hand, the other.. Possibly some old friends.

Curious, you looked around the dresser for some more things that could tell you a bit more about himself.

In the corner was a birthday card, which didn't evidently tell you his age, but you found out as soon as you opened it up to see what was written.

"Happy Birthday big guy, can't beleeve your old ass is 37! - Your pal, Gojo🖕"

Who the hell is Gojo? And, that's not old.. right? You scoffed more so at the fact that the word 'believe' was spelt wrong other than the badly drawn middle finger. Just a little habit of yours you can't control. Considering you were 22, Toji was kind of old enough to be your guardian, somehow.. but let's not get into that.

Attempting to place the card exactly where it had belonged, you were happy enough with your first try; still curious to find any hidden gems, but you were unsuccessful.

Letting out a hum, you took another look around your surroundings, nodding gently in approval at the view that he also had just outside of his bedroom. Seems like he knew how to build this place the way he wanted to.

Halfway pacing around his room, you realised that he probably thinks you've been silent for too long. Deciding to step into his bathroom, notice a shaver and some cream on the sink. Allowing the shower to run, you hoped the noise would calm his nerves to let him know you're still here, and alive.

Oh, being a curious cat you open his mirror cabinet just to take a tiny peek before your shower. Says he's got nothing to hide, so..

After-shave, lotion, pain-killers and a box.. An unopened box of extra large condoms.

You gulp before blinking rapidly, closing the mirror cabinet without a second to waste. You weren't sure if you should be mortified or impressed and relieved that they were unopened. Wait, as if it matters?

Locking the bathroom door just to be cautious, you quickly did so before stripping your clothes completely to the ground, kicking off your converse and socks before hopping into the warm shower.

The droplets trickled down your body, feeling more calm now that you've had a shower. Allowing the water to run over your hair, you scrubbed your scalp with your fingertips, completely soaking your body. You looked over to the shower caddy hanging on the wall before grabbing a familiar brand of shampoo.

Massaging that into your hair, you hurried on with your shower, making sure that you didn't hog all the hot water. You assumed that he had to start up a big ass generator minutes away just to get a drop of it, forgetting the fact that it was '24, and there was some such thing as a boiler.

The shower ended up being just fine, and Toji didn't bother you at all. He didn't force the door open, don't worry; and everything was just the way it was left in the room.

You didn't have anything else left to wear than the matching tank and shorts set you bought at TJ-Maxx solely for this solo trip. You didn't have to worry about your feet being cold, as the hardwood floors were surprisingly heated.

Quickly drying your hair with one of his towels, you figured that he didn't have a hairdryer, so you had no choice but to leave it to air dry.

Finally unlocking the bedroom door, you opened it to see Toji busy behind the kitchen island. Assuming he was cooking, you made your way closer, sitting on a bar stool nearby.

Toji had a tea towel draped over his shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat entered your nostrils.

"If you're a vegan, it's your unlucky day." He says, clearly knowing you were seated behind him.

You laugh, resting your elbows on the counter, watching him like a hawk . "I eat everything, don't worry."

"Good." He says before turning back towards you with a plate of steak, potatoes and asparagus. Unlike earlier, this time a pleasant cloud of steam hit you in the face, the smell making your tummy grumble.

Toji has a plate of his own, leaning against the counter behind him as he watches your every move, waiting for you to take a bite. He pokes at a potato, tossing it into his mouth before saying something.

"Wake up early tomorrow, I'll teach you what to do in case something like this happens again. I don't expect you to follow a man again back to his cabin in the middle of no where.." Prodding at a few more pieces of steak, he notices you were busy digging into your own plate.

You just let out a hum of approval, Toji slowly sliding a glass of water towards you before you could choke anytime soon.

Setting your cutlery down, you look up at Toji standing, busy eating his own dinner. Here comes the wave of questions.. "Hmm, do you ever get lonely out here?"

Unphased by the question, Toji continues eating, but answers your curiosity. "Nah, I like being alone. I'm used to it anyways. Friends do come visit, but not always." He shrugs, unable to make eye contact with you.

"..I see.." Nodding, your mind jumps back to the unopened box of condoms back in Toji's bathroom, your inner voice mentally cursing at yourself for being too curious.

Letting famish get the best of you, you devoured everything on the plate in record breaking time, politely pairing the cutlery together on the dish. "Uhm, Toji? I can clean up. It's the least I could do."

The man just finishing his own plate, he sets it on the counter beside him, looking at you, impressed. "Seriously? 'right then."

Hopping off the stool, you make your way past him, feeling Toji's gaze burn into the back of your head, before you reached around him for his plate, and your own on the island. Bringing the two to the sink, you began to wash them with the sponge, occasionally looking out the kitchen window.

It had gone dark quickly. Who knows if Toji never had come across you.

"You got a boyfriend or what?" A first time question from the man, and it was one you didn't expect. He remained leaning against the counter, watching your every move from behind you.

Suppressing a panicked turn of your head, you kept your vision down at the dishes, gliding your hand over the dishes and under the water, you gulped before answering.

"No, not anymore. I broke up with him cause I found out he was cheating on me with some girl on the majorette team in college." Your insides burned at the memory of you walking in on them at a party bathroom, but you didn't let it get to you, not now.

Toji didn't let out a hum of approval, and instead stayed quiet. All he did was place your empty glass beside the sink that you seemed to have forgotten all about. Taking that too, you scrubbed it with the sponge before rinsing it off and placing it on the drying rack.

"All done," you dried your hands on the fabric of your shorts behind you, turning back around to Toji who was in the same position, but this time, his hands held onto the counter's edge on either side of him.

Peering at the drying rack around you, he pouted in approval, "Done a fairly good job I suppose,"

You scoff, "It was just washing dishes. Nothing hard."

"I'll be right back. No tomfoolery, and don't open that door." Toji glances to the front door, before disappearing off into his bedroom, the door closing. You thought nothing of it, walking over to the L-shaped sofa to see what was on TV. Some stupid deer documentary was on, typical, but you changed it to something more entertaining like a soap.

You assumed that he had no Netflix on it, and you were right. You can't really imagine Toji watching an episode of The Office.

Propping the side of your head onto your knuckles, your eyes bored at the screen, barely paying attention to what was on the TV. Glancing over to the clock on the wall, you read the time to be almost 9 o'clock, which shocked you.

Letting out your fifth sigh of the day, you flickered back and forth through the channels before hearing a door open behind you, Toji stepping out of his room, and this time, dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was slightly damp, as you noticed him sitting just after your feet, ensuring a distance between you two.

"What's this crap you're watching?" Toji rests his elbows on his knees before relaxing back onto the sofa, legs spreading as he made himself comfortable.

Tossing the remote over to his side, you roll your eyes. "Knew you would say that."

The man attempted to focus on the shit show in front of him, brows furrowing, but eventually he seemed interested.

Sitting up, you cross your legs, groaning. "There's nothing good on TV. I'm going to bed."

Toji looked to his side, watching as you stood up and left, and he had to admit— he did get a look at your behind. But no one could beat that out of him. "Alright, suit yourself. Sweet dreams. Remember, up early tomorrow."

You glanced behind your shoulder before stepping into his room, not shutting the door fully but leaving a slight gap between the frame and the door itself.

After scavenging through the side pocket of your backpack, you returned back into Toji's bathroom with your toothbrush this time. Stealing a pea of his own toothpaste, you stared at yourself in his mirror as you brushed away.

You could still hear his TV coming from outside, and it sounded like the channel didn't change. He was probably fixated on the show by now. After spitting out, you rinsed off your toothbrush, before heading back out to place it back into your backpack.

Before hopping into bed, you neatly folded your things away, ensuring you cleaned up after yourself as you hated leaving a mess behind, especially if you weren't in a space of your own.

Letting out a sigh, you crawled into his bed, surprisingly filled with two fluffy pillows, and not just one flat ass cushion. Toji's bed strongly smelled like aftershave, supposedly the one in his bathroom mirror. It was comforting though, and wasn't an unpleasant scent.

Covering your upper half with the duvet, you laid flat on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling before your lids slowly grew heavy and soon enough, closing shut.

You managed to sleep halfway through the night, until, it had began to thunder, and rain heavily. The drops pattered against the glass window, waking you from your slumber inconveniently.

Sitting up in bed, you look around, noticing everything was still the same. The door remained slightly open, and you could see that the TV has still been on until now, but sounded different.

Looking out the window, you couldn't see much from the heavy rain blinding the environment. It was lashing outside, and unfortunately, you were unable to fall back into sleep.

Pursing your lips together, you climbed out of bed, making your way to the door before opening it by a bit.

You treaded lightly, seeing Toji's head behind the sofa. Unable to tell if he was asleep or not, noticing that the TV was on, you approached him closer. Your head peeked over the sofa slightly, voice calling out his name.

"..Toji? ....Toji." You let out a loud whisper, the man grunting and turning his head around. It seems that he was fast asleep, but... sitting up. How scary.

"I can't sleep.. the weather, it's really awful outside." Nipping at the fabric of your shorts, you sucked in a labored breath of air through your nostrils before initiating a question. "..Can you- sleep beside me?"

Toji seemed less asleep, and now, he was wide awake. He looked over to the clock before reaching for the remote to switch off the TV. It was halfway through one in the morning. "What are you, nine?" He laughs before getting up from the sofa, trailing behind the sofa to follow you back into the room.

He questioned no more, and agreed. He'd do anything to be back in his room anyways, in the comfort of his bed, but of course knowing Toji— he'd never admit that.

The two of you hurried back into the bedroom, Toji automatically walking over to his side, while you, crawl back into bed. Making yourself comfortable again, you drape the cover over yourself, feeling the weight of the bed shift beside you, Toji making himself comfortable also.

You turn to your side, back facing Toji, unable to have him stare at your face all night. The room grew silent, and only the sound of the rain tapping against the window could be heard. Though you could still feel his gaze burning into your back, which happened to go away soon enough.

"No stupid stuff." He suddenly blurts out, which you were unable to decipher. Was he talking about what you thought he meant?

You decided not to respond, and instead, shifted around. You could feel Toji's natural body warmth all over your back, and with one more shift, you realised that he was close to you, actually, way too close to you.

But it was too late to move back, as you were too scared of irritating him by shuffling around so much that he'd kick you out.

A large hand snakes onto the side of your waist, gently gripping at your stomach. "Quit movin' around so much, will you?" It was Toji's hand, and he firmly kept you in place. Preventing any further movement. The continuous friction of your shorts against him had aroused him of some sort, and it was uncontrollable.

Another hard bump rested on the behind of your shorts, your eyes flying wide open, unable to shut now. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.. I'll stop."

"Sure, you didn't know what you were doing?" You couldn't see the expression on his face, and could only judge by the tone of his voice. Too bad you were facing away from him right now.

Giving in, your body aggressively shifts to face him, the natural moonlight peering through the windows leaving a bright enough glow on his face.

You gulp, Toji hesitantly using his finger to move away the fly-aways covering your face to get a better look at you. "..Don't know why that jerk cheated on you."

"..You don't know me, so.." You let out, Toji's brows furrowing as he studied your features harder.

Alternating between your eyes and lips, he let out a mixture of a grunt and a laugh. "Should go for a real man."

Your breath hitches at his remark, your mind trailing off to other translations of his sentence. He talking about the fucking, or dating aspect?

Silence grew between you, his thumb carefully swiping over your soft bottom lip. The air grew thicker and thicker, a sort of tension lingering throughout the room. You couldn't tell what initiated it, but the air felt suffocating, like it had its own hold of you.

Leaning in closer to his face, your warm breath fanned against his lips before he cupped your cheek with his hand, holding you close as your mouths latched onto each other. The tension between you two diminishing as your tongues intertwined.

Toji laid flat on his back as you straddled him under the sheets, the kiss turning sloppier, with a blend of spit coating your chins, the two of you moaning into each other.

You whimper, pulling away as you felt his teeth tug onto your bottom lip, a long, string of saliva creating a bridge between the two of you, both panting, chests heaving heavily.

Swiftly stripping your tank above your head, the sudden air had bit your skin, nipples growing hard to the touch, all perky and erect. Unable to see in the midst of the fabric covering your sights, you could feel both of Toji's large hands cupping your breasts, massaging them— thumbs toying teasingly at your nipples.

Palms pressing onto the flat of your back, Toji guides your hips with no rush in his movements, back and forth, groaning at the grinding sensation over his sweats, head heavily leaning against the pillow. Your top slides down onto the bedroom floor, breath irregular as you felt the thick tent in his pants dig into you.

You both swap positions, Toji flipping the two of you around with ease and no struggle in his demeanor, the man anchoring himself between your thighs.

Toji's lips latch onto your breasts, warm mouth wrapped around one, sucking away hungrily as he fondled with the other. A pop leaves his mouth as he lets go, using a finger to flicker your nipple gently, your warm, spit-covered nipples growing hard once again as soon as it meets the cold air.

You watch as Toji goes down on you, breath shaking as he peppered kisses down your stomach, disappearing underneath the sheets; leaving a few pecks dangerously close, and somewhere on your inner thigh.

Feeling his pointer and middle finger tug at the waistband of your shorts, you could tell that he was waiting; and so you raised your hips up slightly, allowing him to drag them down your legs.

His hands clasp around your two thighs, bringing you closer to his face, though you just couldn't see; Toji's tongue leaving behind a wet stripe against your clothed pussy, your body shuddering at the feeling.

Your mouth could only gape open, your eyes peering up at the same ceiling as you let out breathless moans here and there.

Toji's middle finger tugged your panties to the side, allowing your bare pussy to be on show to him completely, finally landing yet another stripe with his warm tongue. He eagerly sucks, sticking his same middle finger in, fucking your hole gently as he alternates between licking and fingering.

Letting out quiet moans, you fondle with your breasts, legs squirming as he inserted another digit, Toji using both hands to rip your underwear completely as he sucked on your clit

Your hand reaches for the pillow behind you, fingers clawing at the fabric.

Toji raised his own hips, practically on his knees to be able to palm at his own cock as played with you for your own pleasure, getting off to your moans as he continued to have you undone with his touch.

You could hear him grunt lowly, from time to time, but grunting in disapproval whenever you'd stamp your thighs on either side of his head, trapping him between your legs.

Your head leaning back, you gasped, eyes rolling as Toji curled his fingers up into you, eventually allowing his movements to come to a complete halt, your throat mewling in dissatisfaction.

"Not so fast, wanna feel you cum 'round something else," Toji appears in front of you, arising from under the sheets; stripping his own shirt off his body before tossing it somewhere across the room.

His body shifted around, and you assumed it was to get the condoms, where you already knew was located. Though you quickly took a hold of the strings on his waistband, pulling him back.

"No- I wanna feel you raw, Toji," Looking up at him as you said so, still laid on your back; the man could've sworn that his cock twitched at what you had just said.

Surprisingly, he nods, moving about to get his pants fully off him, struggling a bit, but managing in the end.

Toji uses a hand to jerk his thick length repeatedly, the other free playing with the flesh on your waist. "You sure about this?"

"I am." You replied, busy wondering how he was gonna fit inside of you. The condoms weren't lying.

Slightly and slowly pushing his tip into you, followed by the rest, the two of you groaned at the feeling, Toji grabbing onto both sides of your waist eventually; grip growing tighter as he stuffed you full. Your fingers clawed at his wrists, a moan escaping your mouth as you felt his girth stretching you out, Toji using his thumbs to caress your sides gently.

"All good?" He made sure, and you nod, letting him know that he could move, and you were perfectly fine.

Toji's hips began to rock back and forth, occasional groans coming from him, mentally thanking you for the fact that you let him do it raw.

"..F-faster," you let out, Toji now placing both of his hands on either side of your head, his hips bucking into you faster and deeper; the bed slightly creaking from his movements.

He continues to groan endlessly, head jerking back as he felt your gummy walls take him completely, cursing over and over again. Toji smashes his lips onto yours again, you moaning as a result, the man taking your head into his hands as he held you close; forehead leaning on yours as his cock bullied your insides relentlessly.

Pulling away, Toji grabs both of your legs, resting your ankle on each of his shoulders— allowing him to fuck into you deeper, and be impossibly closer, the man fucking you into a nasty mating press as the creaking intensifies; the headboard beginning to hit against the walls, the legs of the bed scratching all over the floorboards.

"S-shit, To-oji," Voice breaking up your words, you dig your fingertips deep into the muscle on his shoulder, Toji moaning closely against the shell of your ear.

He growls, resting his forehead on yours once again, maintaining eye contact with you, so intimately; "That's it doll, moan my name, come on," he coos, watching as your eyes squeeze shut; the man reaching his hand up to gently slap it against your cheek— telling you to keep your eyes on him.

You do so, and endlessly chant his name like a prayer; Toji grinning and leaving a peck on your lips before letting your legs go, allowing them to flop on either sides of his waist, effortlessly flipping you back around.

Pulling out rapidly, the flat of his palm presses against your spine. Hands kneading at your ass cheeks as he spreads them apart, leaving a long wet lick from your pussy past your asshole, he slides his cock back into your dripping hole— maintaining his previous pace as he holds onto the headboard, drilling into you with no mercy.

Beads of sweat glistened his body like that pane of glass, strands of his recently washed hair now sticking to his forehead.

"Atta girl," he moans, slapping your ass and leaving a red hand-print. "Fuck, take this cock," Your ass rippling against his pelvis, Toji grabs a handful of the soft of your cheeks, fucking you back onto his cock; a symphony of ass slapping, and balls hitting against your clit sounding throughout the room.

Your forehead falls heavy onto the pillow, voice muffled as you moaned helplessly into it; Toji fucking you in all the right spots, he meant it when he said you should find yourself a real man. He was showing you, what a real man was.

"C'mon baby, I wanna feel you cum all over me, p-please?" Toji pleads, his thrusts slowing in pace, but still rutting in deep as he fucks you passionately, guiding you by your waist back and forth on his cock to get those last few strokes.

Toji leans forward, pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, feeling down your back as he left a few more, shivers going down your spine as he roamed his hands all over you,

A creamy ring forms at his shaft, thickening over time as he continued to fuck in and out of you; playfully pulling his thick cock out to heavily rest it against your ass, gliding it between your cheeks before sliding it back in. His tip red, and glossy, your eyes rolled as he slipped himself inside.

Toji picks up the pace once more, urging you to your orgasm; your fingers clawing behind you, trying to stop him from moving any more, your two legs shaking as they attempted to stay up, and support you in your arch.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards him; fucking your mind as he finishes you off from behind. "I'm gonna c-cum, oh fuck," you squeal, eventually making a mess all over his cock, squirting— Toji still fucking into you as your orgasm had washed over your body.

A dark puddle forms on the bedsheets underneath you, and your slick soaks on the flat of his thighs, a squelching noise emitting from underneath as you lazily rubbed circles on your clit; eyes rolling from the several sensations hitting you all at once— Toji’s cock continuing to piston into you.

Toji grunts, feeling you clench and unclench round his cock; a firm slap stinging against your left cheek as he instantly pulls out. "Turn around," he commands, breathing heavily and you obey; a firm grip still in your hair— the man guiding his cock with his index and thumb towards your lips.

Slapping his heavy girth against your mouth, warm ropes of white decorate your face; Toji grunting as he watches your face be painted with white, smearing his artwork all over your face, pushing his tip gently into your mouth as you sucked, sticking your tongue out for visual confirmation of the white orb of cum resting on it.

"Fuck.." he whispers, "Swallow it baby," Toji smacks his tip against your cheek, soon enough letting go of your scalp as he jerked his cock with a last few strokes.

Upon letting go, he immediately cupped your face into his palms once again, rewarding you with a tender kiss on the lips, sneaking a quick fondle at your breast.

Toji glances out the window, returning his gaze back to you glowing under the moon's light. The loud storm had stopped long ago. "..Don't you think those backshots were louder than that thunder clapping out there?"

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the palm of your freezing hand — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. this could technically be part 2 or 3, depending on how much of this little series you've read (or if you’re not into reading smut). either way, thank you for coming along for the ride. i hope you like it :)

❝ oh, goddamn my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ❞

pairing: friend!rafe x pogue!reader

context: it's been three weeks since you found out jj cheated on you, and a week since you hooked up with rafe.

words: 1.4k+

warnings: fwb situationship, mean!jj (just for the sake of the story, we all know he’s BABY), bitchy!kie (again, just for the story—i adore her), jealous!jj, slut shaming, a little bit of angst, a little bit of blood and violence, fluff. rafe being a menace too, lowkey

you sat on a log at a party in the boneyard—one that you let john b and pope convince you to go to (you felt bad for icing them out for almost three weeks now when they weren't the ones who screwed you over)—staring out towards the ocean in a red bikini top and a pair of jean shorts, sipping on some beer that john b had brought over to you in a red cup.

he was now occupied talking to some blonde touron, sitting up in a tree, while pope talked to some other girl by the keg, and jj and kie chilled with a few other pogues, his arm slung around her shoulder.

so much for claiming to love you—he was just on his knees begging you to forgive him last week. and now, he was here with your best friend—former best friend, anyway. the two of them really had no shame.

pulling your phone out of your pocket, you begin to text rafe.

you: please tell me you're on your way.

rafe: miss me already?

you roll your eyes at his response. last weekend, after your break up with jj, you made the somewhat idiotic decision to hook up with rafe at a kook party on figure eight. you're still not exactly sure how it happened, but the sex was good, so you've kinda formed a sort of friendship with him in a way—with benefits, of course.

the three dots appear again, signaling that he was typing something else, and you wait for the message to come through.

rafe: turn around.

you furrow your brow at the text, but do as you're told and turn around, only to find a smiling rafe standing over you—dressed in a ralph lauren, short-sleeve, white collared shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.

"hey pretty girl," he greets you as you stand.

little did you know, jj was watching from afar, his eyes focused on the way you throw your arms around rafe's neck in a hug, while his hands trailed around your waist to press your body against him.

"what the fuck?" jj mutters beside kie, who snaps her head towards him.

"what's up?" she asked.

"what is he doing here?" jj felt heat rise in his chest, his eyes narrowing at you and rafe.

kie furrowed her brows at him in confusion before following his line of sight to you and rafe a good distance away, you playfully pushing against his chest with a giggle.

"shit," kie says. "i didn't see that coming."

"yeah that makes two of us," jj slams his empty cup down on the ground and stands up without another word, beelining straight for you and rafe.

"so this is why you wanted to break up," you hear jj's familiar voice fill your ears, but it wasn't sweet and sarcastic as usual—it was bitter.

you shift your eyes towards him, causing rafe to turn too, to see what or who had just pulled your attention from him.

"excuse me?" you asked.

"rafe cameron, y/n?" he snarled. "seriously? i thought you knew better than that."

"clearly i don't, considering i trusted you," you spat, causing a scowl to fall over his sharp features. "and by the way, we didn't break up because i wanted to be with rafe. we broke up because you cheated on me."

that makes rafe snap his head towards you—he knew that your relationship didn’t end on good terms, but you never really told him why. "he cheated on you?" 

"with kiara."

a scoff mixed with a snicker leaves rafe's mouth as he looks at jj. "you're an even bigger idiot than i thought."

"look, shut the fuck up, man, a'ight?" jj motions a hand at him. "this isn't about you. this is about you." he turns to you again. "you're really slutting yourself up for this asshole?"

"better than slutting myself up for a cheater," you retort. "and in case you haven't noticed jj, we're broken up. what's it to you if i'm hooking up with someone else?"

"and she is, by the way," rafe throws jj a wink and smirk. "you really fucked up. i mean, really fucked up. the way she feels bro? i don’t know how you coul—"

"shut up, man," jj was getting riled up now, a hand coming up to push rafe back, a deep chuckle falling from rafe's lips as he used both his hands to push jj back.

that's enough to push your ex-boyfriend to the edge as he comes at rafe, causing him to trip over a skinny log as both of them tumble onto the sand. the noise from the tussling only pulls attention from everyone else, john b and pope immediately running over to break the two hot-headed blonds apart.

you really had a type, huh?

"what did you do?" kie comes up beside you, along with a few pogues, kooks, and tourons—who had now formed a makeshift half-circle around the scene.

you look at her, more pissed off at her accusation than rafe and jj fighting. "what makes you think i did anything?"

"you usually always do," she says.

you cross your arms and scoff. "you're one to talk."

"and what's that suppose to mean?"

"it means you were supposed to be my best friend, kiara," you tell her. “and not only did you screw our friendship over, but you did it by fucking my boyfriend. no wonder sarah cameron dropped your ass.”

she purses her lips at you, upset by your mentioning of sarah’s name. “don’t act as if this is just all on me,” she argued. “you were the one who weaseled your way in, and stole him from me.”

“stole him?” you asked, taken aback. she was the one who set you up with him in the first place. “you’ve clearly reached different levels of delusional.”

“you think i'm delusional?" she spat, crossing her arms. "you're hooking up with rafe cameron. do you really think you'll get him to fall for a pogue like you?"

before you could even answer, rafe separates the two of you, bumping into you both as jj pushes him back, and you reach out to steady him.

"you think i'm scared of you, man?" jj shouts at him, john b holding him back.

rafe chuckles and wipes at the little bit of blood beside his now busted lip with his thumb. "i think you should be."

"get your fucking boyfriend, y/n!" jj yells, his eyes shifting from rafe to you.

"you got it," you nod at him with a smile, just to piss him off more—rafe wasn't your boyfriend, but he didn't have to know that. "you wanna get out of here?" you tilt your head up at rafe, who turns his head towards you and smiles. 

"lead the way, doll."

you do as he says, giving kie a small smirk as you walk past her and the makeshift crowd that had formed, everyone's eyes on the two of you.

"so… your boyfriend, huh?" rafe swings an arm around you and squeezes you to his side.

"chill, cameron," you laugh, pushing him away from you playfully. "i only said that to piss him off."

"so i'm just a toy to you then, is that what this is?" he asked, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as you both stop by his truck.

"that depends…" you trail off and turn to face him, your back resting against the passenger door of his truck. "am i just a toy to you?"

"i'm not sure yet," he shrugs, honestly. "i wouldn't have just taken a bloody lip and sand stains on my polo for anyone though."

you giggle and bring your thumb up to swipe at the beige-colored stain on his white shirt. "yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"no worries," he shakes his head, his eyes locking with yours. "i can think of one or two ways you could make it up to me."

"oh, is that so?" you kink a brow at him. "because i can tell you right now i don't have a hundred dollars to spare for a brand new ralph lauren polo shirt."

he leans a hand against his truck, beside your head, and closes the distance between you. "and who said that's what i wanted?"

you tilt your head to the side, an amused smile on your face. "then what did you have in mind?"

"let me take you out on date," he says. "a real one."

part 4.

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meddle about - lee heeseung, park sunghoon

READ PART 2 HERE

PAIRINGS: ex! heeseung x reader x fwb! sunghoon

GENRE: smut, porn with plot, angst at the end

SYNOPSIS: In which your ex heeseung isn’t very happy that you’re sleeping with his best friend - and he’s not afraid to show both you and sunghoon who you belong to

WARNINGS: threesome, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (both f and m receiving) handjob, kinda mean dom heeseung, dom sunghoon sub reader, dirty talk, (idk what else i missed tbh)

WORD COUNT: 9k

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In retrospect it probably wasn’t the best idea to start fucking your ex boyfriend’s best friend but it wasn’t like you had planned for it to become a thing. 

At first, it had started as a one off thing when you were drunk. It was a rebound of sorts and you weren't even sure if he wanted anything to do with you or not, but you needed some kind of release after everything that had happened.

So when the opportunity came up, you went for it. It had been so long since you had someone to just have sex with without a care in the world, without having to worry about consequences. Without any strings attached. You just needed a warm body for a night to forget about all the shit you were dealing with and Sunghoon just happened to be the one available at the time.

You had kissed, drunkenly pawing at each other until you both tumbled back into his bed, too drunk to even care if his roommate or his roommate's roommate heard or not. He didn't hesitate to grab your shirt and pull it off of you, dragging his hands across your skin. You moaned and groaned, rolling your hips into his touch. He was already hard beneath you and you felt a rush of excitement. You needed him, needed his body. You needed to be fucked and filled with something that didn't leave you feeling empty or sad or guilty.

You needed to forget about Heeseung for a night.

He wasted no time, ripping your shorts down your thighs along with your panties and tugging them off your feet. His fingers slid through your wet folds, his thumb stroking at your clit and you moaned, hips bucking into his touch. His lips were on your neck then, sucking and kissing as his fingers pushed inside you. You gasped and clutched at him, wanting more.

He kissed down your chest, nipping at your breasts with his teeth before he dipped his head between your thighs, his fingers still pumping in and out of you. You felt a rush of pleasure surge through you and you arched your hips into his touch, seeking more friction, needing more of him. He chuckled and licked over your clit, sucking it into his mouth and you moaned loudly, throwing your head back against the pillow as his fingers moved faster inside you.

It didn't take much. Not with the way he was working your body. His fingers were magic as they worked you, touching and rubbing all the right places. It wasn't long before you felt that familiar tingling sensation between your thighs. You moaned, grinding against his hand and he laughed, sucking your clit back between his lips.

You cried out as you came undone, the pleasure coursing through you as he sucked and licked through it. He groaned, his tongue pressing against your clit and you shivered. You looked down, watching him move between your thighs, his tongue flattened against your skin and you felt another rush of pleasure.

His fingers left you and you felt empty for a moment before he moved up your body, kissing you roughly. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned, rolling your hips into his hard length. He groaned, kissing you again.

"Fuck me," you gasped against his lips.

"Why?"

You shook your head, knowing that was the wrong thing to say. "Please, just... fuck me, Sunghoon."

"Tell me why," he whispered.

You moaned, rolling your hips against his length. "I need it. Need to be fucked. Need to feel something."

He chuckled, kissing you again. "What do you want me to do, baby? What do you need?"

"Just..." you whimpered.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Make me forget him," you gasped.

He kissed you then, pressing your legs back against your chest. "Grab your ankles," he ordered.

You moaned, hooking your hands around your ankles as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them back, opening you up even more. You felt exposed, laying there like that but he pressed against your folds with his length and you moaned, arching into him. He gripped your thighs tighter and pressed forward. You felt the stretch as his thick cock pressed inside you, filling you completely.

You gasped, throwing your head back into the pillow. He chuckled. "Is this what you wanted? Is this what you need?"

You moaned, nodding as he rolled his hips, pressing even deeper inside you. "Fuck yes," you gasped. "More, Sunghoon."

"I've been dying to fuck you," he groaned as he began to move. He pulled back, thrusting into you again. You gasped, moaning loudly as he filled you completely. 

"You've always been so hot. I could never get over it."

You rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts as he fucked you harder. He leaned forward and pressed your legs against your chest, stretching you further. He pressed his hands against the back of your thighs, fucking into you harder and you whimpered.

You knew you were loud and you didn't care. Not when he felt this good. Not when it felt this good.

"Fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster. "I wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you. You're so fucking hot. So tight. God, baby."

You whimpered, reaching down to rub your clit as he continued to thrust into you. He watched you, his eyes wide as he watched you. You could feel your climax building and you knew it wouldn't be long. Your clit was already sensitive from his tongue and it didn't take much to have you over the edge again.

You cried out as you came, your legs falling down to wrap around Sunghoon as you clutched at the sheets. He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm before he was moaning, burying his face into your neck as he came inside you. You whimpered, holding him against you as he panted and rolled his hips, grinding against you until he had nothing left to give.

He groaned as he pulled away from you, rolling onto his side next to you on the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

Sunghoon didn't seem to mind, resting his head against your shoulder. You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh but you didn't care. You didn't want to move from this spot. Not when this felt so right. Not when he made you feel good.

It was wrong, you knew it. You had no business fucking Sunghoon like that. But it didn't stop you from wanting more. It didn't stop the heat between your thighs from growing when you were around him. It didn't stop you from wanting to be fucked by him again.

It definitely didn't stop you from going back for seconds.

Or thirds.

It became a regular thing. Whenever you were drunk and felt the need to fuck someone, Sunghoon was always there for it. He had become your go-to man for sex and it wasn't long before you both became comfortable with each other. It was casual sex. A release of all your stress and built up tension.

You found yourself visiting him more often than not. You would wake up and go to his place to fuck and then come back to your place and sleep until you had to get up for work.

It was good. Easy. It helped you get over Heeseung and not think about him as much.

At least, that's what you told yourself.

It had been a few weeks since you started fucking Sunghoon when you saw Heeseung at the bar. You weren't with him, just out with some friends, but there he was, standing at the bar next to the guy you had been sleeping with for a while now. You had spotted him immediately and you wanted to disappear. He didn't seem to notice you until Sunghoon pointed you out and you felt yourself begin to panic. You excused yourself from your friends and hurried away, grabbing your purse from the counter before fleeing the bar.

You hurried down the street and out of the building before running to the first alley you could find and leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You didn't want to run into Heeseung. Not there. Not anywhere.

Not ever.

You leaned your head back against the building, closing your eyes as you tried to calm down. You had been fine these past few weeks. It had been going so well. But now, seeing him, it was all rushing back. The pain and the hurt. You could feel it all threatening to surface and you didn't know what to do with it.

You heard someone approaching and you opened your eyes, staring down at your hands. You knew who it was before he spoke. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he approached.

You didn't turn to face him, knowing that if you did, you might just fall apart.

"Are you okay?"

You shook your head, sighing. "No."

He paused, like he was trying to figure out what to say before he took a seat next to you on the ground. "Why not?"

You looked at him then, huffing. "Why do you care? We don't even talk anymore, remember?"

"You were running," he replied, his voice soft. "I got worried."

You looked away, leaning your head against the wall again. "I'm not hurt," you lied.

He didn't say anything, waiting for you to say something else. You didn't know what to say to him. You wanted to yell at him. To tell him he didn't have the right to ask questions about you, but you didn't want to yell. You didn't want to make a scene. It was embarrassing enough seeing him there, standing at the bar with the man you were fucking.

"You know," he began quietly. "I can tell you're lying."

You sighed, running a hand over your face. "Fuck you."

"I'm not going to pry," he said. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here."

You stared down at your hands and then shook your head. "No. I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. You don't get to be nice to me anymore."

"I'm not being nice," he replied. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"Well, don't," you snapped, looking up at him. "I don't want your pity or your concern. I don't want you to try and help me. I don't even know why you came over here. It's been months since we broke up and I can't believe you thought it was a good idea to try and talk to me. We're done, Heeseung. It's over between us and we don't have anything to say to each other ever again."

“Is this because of Sunghoon?”

You felt your heart lurch. You were sure you were going to throw up. Your chest was tight and you were hot all over.

Heeseung. Sunghoon. Sunghoon. Heeseung.

The words kept repeating in your head and you couldn't think clearly. All you knew was that you were pissed. You were angry at the fact he had the nerve to come over here and ask you what was wrong because he could tell you were upset.

"How do you even know that?" you asked, your voice shaking. "Did Sunghoon tell you?"

His face hardened and felt your stomach drop. "I wasn’t sure but now I am. What, did you fuck him? Was he better than me?”

"Fuck you!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up.

"Fuck me?" he echoed, standing up. "How many times have you fucked him since we broke up, huh? How many times have you let him fuck you?"

"You're being an asshole!"

"You're the asshole!" he snapped. "You're the one who's been fucking your ex boyfriend's best friend. I bet it's his cock you're always so desperate for. Maybe that's why you're always upset. He doesn't give you what you need."

"You don't get to talk to me like that!"

He grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet, his hand cupping the back of your head as he crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered against his lips, letting him kiss you.

It was a mistake. It was all a huge mistake. You were still angry. You were still upset. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you were too weak to fight him.

His kiss was hard, bruising. He nipped at your lips, his hands roaming your body and you moaned into his mouth. You wanted this. You wanted him. You didn't know why he was kissing you or what he was doing here but you couldn't help it. You couldn't stop yourself from wanting him.

He kissed you like he needed you. He kissed you like you were the only person in the world and it made you feel things that you didn't want to. He kissed you like he would die if he ever had to stop kissing you.

You grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer and moaning against his lips. He kissed you until you were breathless and then he was kissing your neck, nipping and biting at your skin as you panted for breath. He spun you around, slamming you against the wall and pressing against you as he kissed you again. You moaned as he kissed your neck and his hands moved down your body to cup your ass, pulling you against him. You felt him, hard and ready between your thighs.

"Heeseung," you whimpered, kissing him again.

He growled, his teeth digging into your neck. You cried out, wanting more.

"Heeseung, we can't..."

"I can't stop," he whispered. "I can't, I'm sorry."

You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up, hitching your legs around his waist.

“Heeseung- Woah, sorry!”

You gasped as he stumbled forward, his hands reaching out to grab the wall to stop him from falling.

You looked up and saw Sunghoon and you froze. He was staring at the two of you, his face white and his mouth hanging open.

You didn't know what to say to him. You couldn't look at him, but you could feel Heeseung trembling against you.

Sunghoon laughed awkwardly and then looked down the street. "I... uh, I didn't mean to interrupt. Sorry."

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. You could hear Heeseung breathing. You could hear the blood pumping through your veins as you stood there, frozen, with Heeseung still pressed against you.

You didn't know what to do. And then Heeseung made the decision for you. 

You gasped when you felt his lips attack your neck once more, his teeth biting at your skin and his fingers digging into your thighs as he held you against him. He growled low in his throat and it made you shudder.

He was showing you off. You didn't know why he was doing it but you knew he was. He was showing you off to his friend, letting him know he was the one who had you in his arms and you were all his.

He was claiming you.

"Did you know that if you bite her right here," Heeseung said, biting down on your neck. You moaned, arching your hips into him. "She makes this amazing sound?"

You gasped, biting down on your lip to stop from moaning any louder. You felt Heeseung grin against your skin.

You didn't know what you were doing, why you were allowing him to do this. But you knew you liked it. You liked it too much. You didn't want him to stop. You could feel Sunghoon’s eyes on you and the thought of him watching made the wetness in your panties grow. 

"And when you kiss her right here," Heeseung continued, trailing kisses across your throat. You shivered, watching Sunghoon swallow.

You could see the way he was watching you, the way he was biting his lip and you knew he was jealous. You knew he wanted you and you wanted him as well.

"Fuck," Heeseung hissed, kissing you again. He growled into your mouth and you moaned, kissing him back. "Let me take you home.”

"I-I don't..."

"I want to fuck you," he growled. "Let me fuck you."

"What about Sunghoon?" you whimpered.

He glanced over his shoulder and then kissed you again, hard, like he was trying to claim you.

"He can fuck you too," he said against your lips. 

You gasped, pulling back and staring up at him.

"We can take you together," he said. "I can make you cum all night. We both can. You want that? Both of us fucking you at the same time?"

Sunghoon was still watching you, his hands clenched at his sides and his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.

You were nervous. You didn't know what Heeseung was trying to do or what he wanted. But you wanted him. You wanted both of them.

"Yes," you whispered, kissing him.

He kissed you back, his hands roaming your body, cupping your ass and grinding against you as you moaned.

"Yes?" he asked. "Yes?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He pressed you against the wall and kissed you again before he was lowering you to the ground. You could feel your legs wobble beneath you and you clutched onto his arms to stop from falling.

"Come on," he said, his voice low. "Let's take you home."

He shot a look at Sunghoon, who was still watching the two of you before leading you out of the alley. “I think our pretty girl needs to decide who can fuck her better, don't you think?" he said, wrapping an arm around you. You knew he was taunting his friend and it made you smile.

You glanced over your shoulder at Sunghoon and he smirked.

"Let's find out, shall we?”

The ride back to your apartment was quiet. Heeseung was driving and you were in the backseat with Sunghoon. He kept looking at you through the rear view mirror, his eyes dark and filled with lust as he watched you.

It made you shiver, squirming in the seat as you tried to find a way to be more comfortable. It was hot in the car and you could feel your body becoming damp.

Sunghoon reached over and cupped your thigh, his fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh. You whimpered, grabbing at his hand to stop him from going any further.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

You looked over at Heeseung and saw that he was watching you, his eyes dark as he licked his lips.

"Do you want him to stop?" he asked, glancing at Sunghoon.

You swallowed, your cheeks burning. "No."

"No, what?" Heeseung asked. "Tell him what to do."

"Don't stop," you whispered. "I want you to keep going."

Sunghoon grinned and slipped his hand further up your skirt. You whimpered, lifting your hips to give him more room. His fingers brushed against your panties and you moaned.

Heeseung laughed and looked back at Sunghoon. "She's so wet. She wants you so much."

Sunghoon licked his lips, slipping his fingers beneath your panties and finding you already wet. You moaned when you felt him slip a finger inside you.

"Fuck," Sunghoon groaned, slipping a second finger inside you. "She's so tight."

Heeseung glanced back at you and you stared down at his hand on the steering wheel. You could see the bulge in his pants and you were desperate to touch him.

"You're going to make me crash if you keep looking at me like that," Heeseung said. "You need to keep your eyes on the road."

"You're the one who can't keep your eyes on the road," Sunghoon said, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

You moaned, resting your head against the seat as you arched your hips into Sunghoon's hand. You felt Heeseung's eyes on you again and you looked over at him, whimpering as Sunghoon curled his fingers inside you.

"You need to cum, pretty girl?" Heeseung asked. "You need to cum all over his fingers?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip as Sunghoon slipped another finger inside you. You whimpered, bucking your hips up as you fucked Sunghoon's fingers.

"She's so wet," Sunghoon groaned. "She's going to make such a mess."

You closed your eyes, arching your hips into his hand. You could feel your orgasm building. You were so close, but you couldn't reach it. It was like Sunghoon was holding it back, teasing you with his fingers.

You groaned, grinding down on his fingers. "Please," you whispered. "Please, I need to cum. Please."

"Not yet, baby," Heeseung said, looking back at you. "You're doing so good. You're almost there. You just have to wait a little longer."

You moaned, squeezing around Sunghoon's fingers as you rocked into his hand. Heeseung watched you with dark eyes as Sunghoon slid his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth. He licked them clean, humming in approval as he tasted you.

"You taste so good, baby," he said, reaching up to cup your cheek. You turned into his touch, whimpering at the way his thumb brushed over your skin. "We're almost there."

You looked up at the road in front of you, watching as he turned into your apartment's parking lot. You stared up at your window, watching as it became closer and closer with each passing second.

Your heart was racing. Your stomach was fluttering. You felt dizzy and excited all at once.

"What's wrong?" Sunghoon asked, reaching over to place his hand on your thigh again.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "Nothing."

Heeseung chuckled, glancing at Sunghoon as he pulled the car into a spot and turned the engine off. You bit your lip, watching the two boys get out of the car and walk around to your side. Sunghoon opened your door and smiled down at you. You returned it with a nervous grin before getting out of the car. You followed them up to your apartment and as soon as you got inside, Heeseung grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you away from Sunghoon as he kissed you.

You whimpered against his lips, gasping when you heard the front door close. You knew it was Sunghoon but you didn't dare turn around.

"Been so long since I’ve tasted you," Heeseung whispered, kissing you again. "Missed your taste. Missed your pretty mouth."

"Heeseung," you whimpered.

He kissed you again and then you were being spun around, his hands on your hips as he pushed you towards the couch. He sat down and you stared down at him, watching as he grinned up at you.

"I want to watch you take your clothes off."

Your cheeks burned but you obeyed, grabbing the bottom of your dress and pulling it up over your head, tossing it to the floor. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, pulling it off and tossing it in the same direction as your dress.

You bit your lip, your hands dropping to your side. Heeseung grinned, licking his lips as his eyes roamed your body. You blushed at the way he was staring at you, his eyes dark with desire as he took you in.

"Can’t believe you let Sunghoon see you like this," Heeseung said. "But I'm so fucking glad he saw you."

"Why?" you asked.

He laughed. "Because now I get to show him who you really belong to.”

"I don't belong to anyone," you snapped, glaring down at him.

He just smiled. "We'll see about that."

Sunghoon's arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You whimpered, leaning back into his touch. He pressed his lips against your skin, kissing up your neck to your cheek. You closed your eyes, resting your head against his as his hands moved up to cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging them.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling Heeseung's eyes on you as Sunghoon's lips brushed against your cheek. You could feel him hard against your ass, the bulge in his pants pressed against your bare ass. He groaned against your cheek, nipping at your skin and you let out a whimper.

You felt Sunghoon smile and he rolled your nipples between his fingers, squeezing and pinching until you cried out. You heard Heeseung's belt unbuckle, followed by the sound of his zipper and you knew what he wanted.

"Is this what you want, baby?" Sunghoon asked, kissing down your neck. You moaned, closing your eyes as you felt him flick your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. "You want me to fuck you while Heeseung watches?"

"Yes," you groaned.

"You want him to see you? You want to be a slut for me in front of him?"

"Yes!" you cried out, turning around in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Sunghoon moaned, kissing you back and nipping at your lip. You could feel his hands roaming your body and you shuddered as his fingers dug into your thighs. You gasped into his mouth, kissing him harder as you tugged at his shirt. He pulled back from the kiss, pulling the shirt off over his head before he kissed you again, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip.

You whimpered, moaning against his lips as he squeezed your ass. You ground down against him, feeling his hardness against your thigh and you reached between you, reaching down to pull him out. You heard him hiss against your lips, biting your tongue as you stroked him.

"You're going to make her cum all over you before you even get inside her," Heeseung said.

You gasped, looking over at him. He was standing beside the couch now, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the ground. You bit your lip, staring down at his body. He was perfect. You wanted to touch him, to feel every inch of his skin beneath your fingers.

You pulled away from Sunghoon, reaching down to slip his pants and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. You stared down at him, licking your lips as you saw the way he throbbed against his stomach.

"Fuck," you whimpered, wrapping your fingers around his length. You started to pump him in your hand and Sunghoon groaned, biting down on his lip. You watched the way he trembled beneath you, his body shaking as you squeezed his cock. You smiled up at him, watching his face twist in pleasure as you jerked him off.

"You're such a fucking tease," he said, cupping your face. He pulled you up, kissing you. "I could make you cum on my tongue so many times, baby. I know just how to touch you, how to make you scream. But I'm not going to do that until I'm inside you."

"I want you to," you whispered, squeezing around him. "I want you to."

"Fuck," he growled, leaning back. "I love how you sound when you're needy."

You grinned and then looked over at Heeseung. He had finished undressing and he was now stroking himself as he watched the two of you. You licked your lips, wanting to taste him.

"Can I-"

"No," Heeseung snapped, stepping away. 

You whimpered. You could feel how wet you were, how much you needed Sunghoon inside you. 

"You're not going to touch me. You’re going to show me just how much of a slut you’ve been with Sunghoon all this time. I’ll decide how badly you need to be punished after.”

You whimpered but nodded, watching as Heeseung sat down on the couch again, stroking his cock as he watched you.

"You heard him," Sunghoon said, grabbing you. He pushed you onto your knees and then pulled you closer to him, grabbing your ass. "Show us just how much you love to be fucked."

You moaned, glancing up at him and then looking over at Heeseung. You glanced up at him before pressing a kiss to his thigh. He hissed, his cock twitching against your cheek.

You bit back a smile, looking up at him as you licked him. Sunghoon, his hips bucking up and you moved back, sliding your tongue against his length. You pressed a kiss to the tip of him and he gasped.

You licked up and down the length of his cock, listening to his breath hitch. You looked up at him, watching as he watched you with dark eyes. You opened your mouth, taking him inside. He let out a hiss, his body trembling as you licked him.

"Holy shit," Heeseung groaned, stroking himself faster.

You moaned, taking Sunghoon into your mouth again. It turned you on to know that Heeseung was watching. You wanted to put on a show for him.

You moaned around Sunghoon, taking him deeper into your throat. He moaned, reaching down to cup the back of your neck. He squeezed and you groaned, taking him even deeper.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Take it all, baby. I know you can do it."

You moaned again, letting him fuck your throat. You squeezed around him, loving the way his cock felt against your tongue. He groaned, squeezing harder at your neck as he fucked your mouth.

"You're doing such a good job, pretty girl," Sunghoon said, moving behind you. "You look so fucking good with your lips around my cock. Fuck, baby. You're making me feel so good."

He moaned, gripping your hair with his free hand. You gagged around him again and he thrust up, letting out a hiss as he fucked your throat.

You could hear Heeseung moaning and you knew he was touching himself, jerking off as he watched you suck Sunghoon. You were soaking wet, your pussy throbbing as Sunghoon thrust up into your mouth.

"I'm so close," Sunghoon growled. "You're going to make me cum all over your pretty face."

You moaned again, closing your eyes as you took Sunghoon deeper into your throat. He let out a cry, bucking up as he came. You gagged around him, but you took him deeper, letting him spill down your throat. He tasted good, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he spilled.

He groaned, pulling out of your mouth and letting go of your hair. You took a moment to catch your breath, licking your lips before looking up at Sunghoon.

He looked down at you, smiling as he leaned down to kiss you. You moaned, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

He pulled back from the kiss, grinning down at you. You glanced over at Heeseung and he was stroking himself faster. You smiled up at Sunghoon, watching as he moved behind you, pulling you up and kissing you again. You moaned against his lips, gripping at his arms as he lifted you up.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby," Sunghoon whispered in your ear.

He carried you over to the couch, sitting you down next to Heeseung before kneeling in front of you. You bit your lip, staring down at him as he licked up the inside of your thigh.

"You taste so fucking good," he whispered, kissing his way closer and closer to your pussy. "You want me to taste you?"

"Yes," you moaned.

He laughed, blowing a puff of air against your pussy and you whimpered.

"Why don't you show me what a good slut you are?" Heeseung said, moving closer to you. "Show us how badly you want to be fucked."

You looked over at him and then back down at Sunghoon, nodding as you spread your legs. You heard him laugh and then his tongue was against you. You let out a whimper, trying to hold back a moan as he licked you. He swiped his tongue up and down, taking his time to explore you. He teased you, swirling his tongue around your clit and then licking your inner thigh again.

You were breathing heavily, watching as he licked you. You could feel Heeseung's eyes on you, could hear the sound of him touching himself again. You looked at him and you wanted to touch him. You wanted to touch him so bad that your hands itched to reach for him. You looked back down at Sunghoon, whimpering as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

"So fucking good," he said, pulling back. "I could eat you out for hours and never get tired of you."

You moaned, moving your hand up to your breast, squeezing your nipple between your fingers as Sunghoon flicked his tongue against you. You bit your lip, watching as he lapped at you and you heard Heeseung groan. You looked over at him again, licking your lips as you watched him.

"Do you like how it looks when he eats you out?" Heeseung asked. "You like how he tastes you? You like how it feels when he fucks you with his tongue?"

"I love it," you whimpered, closing your eyes. "I love it so much. I want more. I want more."

"I bet you do," Heeseung laughed. "Look at me, baby."

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling down at you, his hand on his cock. You watched him as he jerked himself off, watching as he teased you.

"What do you want more of?" Heeseung asked. "What do you want Sunghoon to do to you?"

You let out a moan, pressing down against Sunghoon's tongue. "I want him to fuck me," you said.

"Oh? You want his cock inside you? You want to be fucked?"

"Yes, please. Please fuck me. Please."

"Look at her, Sunghoon. Look at how badly she needs you."

Sunghoon groaned, looking up at you. His face was covered in your juices. His mouth was swollen from sucking you. You shuddered, wanting to feel his tongue inside you again. You needed him.

"You're going to get everything you want, baby," Sunghoon said, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "Everything you want."

You leaned into his touch, looking down at him as he knelt in front of you. He reached down between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your pussy. You moaned, watching as he rubbed you before pressing one finger inside. He licked his lips, groaning as he fucked you with one finger.

"You feel so good," Sunghoon said, his fingers pumping inside you. "You're so wet. You're so fucking hot, baby."

You bit your lip, staring down at him as he touched you. He slid another finger inside and you moaned.

"You look so good with his fingers inside you," Heeseung said. "I bet you look just as good with his cock inside you."

"I want it," you moaned, closing your eyes.

"Look at me," Heeseung said again. "Look at me, baby."

You opened your eyes and looked over at him. He was watching you closely, his eyes dark with desire. You were panting, gasping as Sunghoon pushed a third finger inside. You moaned, feeling fuller than ever before.

"Does it feel good?" Heeseung asked, reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You whimpered, nodding. "Yes," you said. "So good."

Heeseung grinned, pressing a kiss to your lips as Sunghoon slid his fingers out. You let out a whimper and Heeseung chuckled, biting your lip.

"I knew you were a little slut," he said. "You were made for this, weren't you?"

"Yes," you said, whimpering as he kissed you again. You reached up to cup his face, kissing him back. He slid his tongue into your mouth, biting down on your lip as he kissed you. You moaned into his mouth, kissing him back as he moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

You leaned into his touch, whimpering as you felt Sunghoon press against you. You could feel the tip of his cock against you and you pushed back, letting out a cry as he slid inside you.

"Oh my god," you moaned.

"Fuck," Sunghoon groaned.

Heeseung chuckled, moving closer to you. You opened your eyes, looking up at him as he cupped your face in his hands. You smiled up at him as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You sighed as he kissed you, melting into his touch as Sunghoon thrust inside you. You whimpered, clinging to Heeseung as you were filled over and over again.

You cried out, pushing back against Sunghoon. He grabbed your hips, pulling you back as he thrust into you. You moaned, digging your nails into Heeseung's skin as Sunghoon moved inside you. He was so big, stretching you out until you felt like you would snap.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, squeezing your hips. "You're such a good girl for taking my cock."

"I'm a good girl for you," you whimpered, closing your eyes as Sunghoon continued to pound into you. "I'm such a good girl for you."

"You like being a slut for me, baby? You like being a slut for both of us?"

"Yes," you moaned. "Yes. Yes."

Sunghoon groaned, pulling you closer to him. You let go of Heeseung, wrapping your arms around Sunghoon as he fucked you. You pressed a kiss to his neck, sighing against his skin as he fucked you. You could hear the sound of Heeseung jerking himself off and it made your body ache with desire. You needed him. You needed him inside you.

You could feel your orgasm building inside you. Sunghoon was fucking you so deep that you knew you would cum all over him.

You let out a cry as Sunghoon thrust into you. You knew you would be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. He groaned, holding you close as he fucked you. You clung to him, crying out as he made you feel so good.

"Look at her," Heeseung said, stroking his cock. "She looks like she's about to come apart."

You looked up at him and he was staring down at you. His gaze was dark, his eyes sparkling and it was enough to make you come undone. You let out a cry, feeling yourself snap inside. You let go of Sunghoon, reaching down to rub your clit as Sunghoon kept fucking you. You cried out as you came, clenching around Sunghoon as you pulsed around his cock. He groaned, thrusting up inside you as he came. You felt him spill, filling you up.

You were trembling, still rubbing your clit as you rode your orgasm. Sunghoon kissed your neck, thrusting up inside you slowly. You whimpered, leaning against him as you tried to catch your breath.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

Sunghoon chuckled, kissing your shoulder. "You look so fucking good when you cum."

You let out a whimper, your body still trembling from your orgasm. Sunghoon slowly slid out of you and you whined. You could feel his cum drip out of you, running down your thighs. You sighed, looking up at Heeseung.

He was stroking himself slowly, staring at you with a lustful gaze. You bit your lip, looking him over as he touched himself. You could see the way his cock was glistening and it made your body ache to be touched.

"Please," you whimpered, staring up at him. "Please."

Heeseung groaned, moving closer to you. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips as he grabbed your thigh.

"Do you need my cock, baby?" He asked, kissing you again. You kissed him back, nodding.

He laughed, pulling away from the kiss and moving to kneel in front of you. “God, you’re insatiable. You want me inside you? You want me to make you feel good like Sunghoon did? I bet you loved how it felt when he fucked you, huh? I bet you would have loved it even more if it had been me. I would have fucked you even better than him. I would have made you feel so fucking good, baby. I would have made you feel like a fucking whore."

"Yes," you moaned, reaching up to touch him. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm and the thought of Heeseung touching you was making you ache again. You needed him so badly. "Please, please."

"Please what?" Heeseung asked, grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms above your head. You cried out, staring up at him as he pressed his other hand to the couch. He was caging you in, holding you down as you panted underneath him. You felt like you were floating, your body tingling as he touched you. You needed him so badly that your head was swimming.

"I need you," you moaned, staring up at him as he kissed you. "Please. Please, please."

"Please what? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you feel good?"

"Yes. Yes, yes."

"Tell me," he groaned, sliding his hand down your stomach and brushing his fingers against you. "Tell me how much you need me."

"I need you so badly," you whimpered. "Please, please. I'll do anything. I'll be your good girl. I'll be a good slut for you. Please."

"Fuck," Heeseung groaned. "I don't even know what to do with you."

He was still touching you softly and you needed more. You were panting, your body aching for him. You knew you would break if he didn't touch you soon. You needed him more than you needed your next breath. You needed him inside you, needed to feel him pressing you against the couch as he fucked you. You needed to feel his dick inside you as he made you cum.

You could feel Sunghoon next to you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as Heeseung kissed you. You were trembling, moaning as you felt Sunghoon's lips on your neck. You moaned, letting Sunghoon's lips trail down your skin as Heeseung continued to graze your thighs with his fingers. 

“Look at how dick drunk she is already,” Sunghoon laughed, biting your earlobe and making you cry out.

You could hear Heeseung chuckle and he leaned back, taking in the sight of you. You bit your lip, feeling his gaze on you as you lay on the couch. Sunghoon was still kissing your neck and you felt like you were about to lose your mind.

"Oh, baby," Heeseung said, touching your cheek. "You look so fucking beautiful."

You whimpered, looking up at him as he stared down at you. His eyes were so dark with lust that you felt your entire body go hot. Heeseung grinned, leaning down to kiss you.

"Are you ready?" he asked, sliding a finger inside you and making you gasp.

"Yes," you moaned, closing your eyes. "Please."

"That's a good girl," Heeseung said. "Such a good girl for us."

You bit your lip, letting out a cry as Heeseung slid his finger out. You could feel his tip against you and you shuddered. You were ready to cry at the anticipation, feeling yourself tremble with desire as Heeseung slowly slid into you.

You moaned, closing your eyes as Heeseung filled you. You let out a cry, feeling him push deeper inside you. 

“So filthy. Do you like me fucking Sunghoon’s cum back into you? Does it feel good being my slut?" Heeseung said, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You opened your eyes, staring up at him as he pressed his fingers into your wrists, holding you down as he started to move.

He was slow, grinding into you as you whimpered beneath him. He slid out almost all the way and then pushed inside again, moving in and out of you slowly as you cried out. You felt so full, so overstimulated that it was driving you insane. You needed more, needed him to go faster and you knew you would never get enough of him.

"So fucking good," Heeseung growled. "You look so fucking good with my dick inside you, baby. Missed this so much.”

He groaned as he fucked you, picking up his pace. You let out a moan, pressing up against him.

"I missed this too," you whispered, whimpering as you looked up at him.

Heeseung smiled, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. He was still holding you down, still holding you still as he slid into you over and over again. You were trembling, your body aching as he moved inside you. You needed more, needed him to fuck you faster. You needed him to go harder.

"Please," you moaned. "I need more."

"More? What do you want more of?" Heeseung asked, slowing down his pace.

"I want you to go harder. I want you to go faster."

"Oh? You want me to go faster?" He laughed, rolling his hips and making you gasp. "Is that what you want, baby?"

You nodded, whimpering. "Yes. Please."

"Ask me nicely," he growled, his thrusts slowing even further.

"Please," you cried. "Please. Please, please, please."

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

"You. It belongs to you."

"That's right," Heeseung moaned, his voice dropping an octave. "I'm the only one who can touch you like this."

"Only you," you whimpered.

Heeseung grinned, grabbing your wrists and pulling you up as he fucked you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he held you. You let out a cry as he went faster, his movements becoming more urgent. You could feel yourself building inside you again, your orgasm was close.

You were so close that your head was spinning, your body aching with need. You knew that you were being so loud, that you were moaning so much but you couldn't help it. Heeseung was fucking you so well that you could barely think.

"Oh my god," you cried.

Heeseung let out a grunt, sliding his hands down your sides to grab your hips. You cried out as he continued to move, thrusting into you so hard you knew there would be bruises. You moaned, letting out another cry as he went even faster. You were about to fall apart, feeling him go so deep that it was almost too much.

You could hear Sunghoon next to you, his fingers digging into your skin as he clung to you. You opened your eyes, staring up at Heeseung as he fucked you. He was staring down at you with a lustful gaze, his eyes so dark that it was making your head spin. You whimpered, squeezing around him as he fucked you. You felt yourself clench, knowing you were going to come soon.

Heeseung groaned, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You whimpered, kissing him back as he continued to fuck you. You could feel him pulse, his cock twitching inside you. You were so close, so fucking close.

You moaned as you came. You dug your nails into Heeseung's shoulders, clinging to him as you pulsed around him. You cried out, feeling yourself shake as you came. Heeseung kept moving, sliding into you over and over again until you could feel tears spring to your eyes. You were so sensitive, so fucking sensitive that you thought you might break.

Heeseung pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach. You felt his hand between your legs, his fingers rubbing your clit. You let out a whimper, your entire body still trembling as he touched you.

"Fuck," Heeseung growled, pressing his lips against your back.

"I can't-" you whimpered. "I can't-"

Heeseung kissed your neck, his tongue tracing the same spot that Sunghoon had as he continued to rub your clit. You felt his cock slide back inside you and you moaned, letting out a cry as he began to move. Tears were running down your cheeks, your body still trembling as he moved inside you.

Heeseung slid his hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it back so you were pressed against him. You cried out as he fucked you, whimpering as he pressed his lips against your neck.

"I'm gonna cum in you again," he whispered. "I'm gonna make you mine all over again."

You could hear the desperation in his voice, his movements becoming more urgent. Everything felt like a dream, your eyes becoming more and more blurry by the minute as he fucked you. You could barely breathe, gasping for air as he moved inside you.

Heeseung's thrusts became erratic, his movements becoming less controlled as he slid into you over and over again. He groaned, slamming into you and making you cry out. You were still sensitive, still so fucking sensitive that every thrust made your body ache.

You felt him thrust once more, felt his cock pulsing inside you. You let out a moan, feeling him spill. You let out a cry as he did, your orgasm coming all over again. Your body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure so intense that you felt yourself shaking.

"Fuck," Heeseung moaned, his fingers digging into your hips. "Fuck."

"Heeseung-" you whimpered. "Heeseung."

"I got you, baby," he said, sliding his arms around you and pulling you up against him. He was still inside you, his cock twitching as he kept cumming. You clung to him, feeling yourself falling apart as he moved.

You were trembling, still crying as he held you. His arms were around you, his hand in your hair as he pressed soothing kisses to your neck and shoulder. You were breathing hard, gasping for air as he stilled inside of you. You felt him slowly pull out of you, feeling his cum drip out of you.

You couldn't even speak, too shocked by the amount of pleasure you had just felt. Heeseung pressed a kiss to your neck and then slid his arms out from behind you. You rolled onto your back, looking up at him with a dazed gaze.

Heeseung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. He looked just as stunned as you were, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open slightly. He leaned down to kiss you softly, running his hand up your stomach. You whimpered, staring up at him as he touched you. You were still so sensitive and every touch made you ache.

Heeseung sat back, looking over at Sunghoon. You were too exhausted to look, but you could hear him get up. You closed your eyes, letting your body go limp as you tried to catch your breath.

"Shit," Heeseung said, moving again. "I think we broke her."

You could hear the amusement in his voice and you wanted to smile, but you couldn't. Everything was spinning and you weren't sure if you were even going to be able to get out of bed the next day.

You felt Heeseung lift your legs, sliding them onto his lap. You could feel his gaze on you, but you were too tired to open your eyes.

"Come on," Heeseung said, his voice soft and gentle. "Let's go to bed."

"I'll take her," Sunghoon said. "You stay here."

Heeseung nodded, helping you sit up. You were still shaking, your entire body still tingling as you sat up. You felt Sunghoon touch you, running a hand down your back. You shivered, letting out a whimper.

"You okay?" Sunghoon asked.

"Mhm," you whimpered. "I can't feel my legs."

"That good?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you stared down at your thighs. You could see the bruises that Heeseung had left, knowing that he had fucked you so hard you would have bruises for days. You whimpered, closing your eyes as you felt Sunghoon run a hand over the bruise on your hips.

"You're gonna be a mess tomorrow," he chuckled.

You let out a laugh, letting Sunghoon carry you off the couch. You whimpered as you were held against him, feeling like your entire body was still trembling. You felt Sunghoon start to walk, felt him step on the stairs and felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face against his neck.

"I've got you," Sunghoon murmured.

You wanted to say something back, but you didn't trust your voice to be able to say anything without sounding like you were about to break. You were already so close to that, you didn't trust yourself to speak.

You felt Sunghoon step into the bedroom and you curled against him, holding him as he lay you down on the bed. You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him as he smiled.

"So much for helping you forget him," he whispered.

You let out a small laugh, closing your eyes. Sunghoon's hand was on your cheek, his fingers brushing against your skin as he stared down at you.

"He's still in your heart, isn't he?" he asked.

You nodded, feeling more tears spring to your eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Sunghoon whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "Don't apologize."

He got up, moving to the bathroom and leaving the door open. You closed your eyes again, listening to the sounds of water running. You were still so overwhelmed by what had happened, still not sure if it had been a dream.

Sunghoon stepped out, holding a wet washcloth in his hands. You opened your eyes, looking up at him as he smiled down at you.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

You nodded, watching as he sat down next to you. He started to clean you, his touch so gentle that it made you cry.

"Sorry," you whimpered.

"Stop apologizing," Sunghoon whispered, staring down at you. "Don't."

You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes as he ran the washcloth over your skin. He cleaned you, moving slowly as you lay there.

Heeseung walked in, staring down at you. "She okay?"

"She's fine," Sunghoon said.

"You should sleep with her tonight," Heeseung said. "We can't leave her alone."

"You’re not staying?” There was an edge to Sunghoon’s voice that you couldn’t identify. 

Heeseung was silent for a minute before he replied. "I have things to do."

"Things to do?" Sunghoon laughed. "That's your excuse? Things to do?"

“It’s okay Hoon, I'll be fine," you whispered.

"He can't even stay," Sunghoon said. "You just fucked her senseless and now you can't stay."

"It's fine-"

"Stop saying that it's fine," Sunghoon snapped. "What's wrong with you?"

"I told you," Heeseung snapped. "I have things to do."

"Fine," Sunghoon spat. "You should have said that from the start."

Heeseung was silent for a long time. You could hear him breathing, hear the tension in the room as Sunghoon glared up at him.

"I'm gonna stay with her," Sunghoon said.

"Hoon-" Heeseung started, but Sunghoon cut him off.

"Just shut up and go."

Heeseung was quiet for a minute before he walked away. Sunghoon sighed, rubbing your stomach.

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "He's being an idiot."

"It's okay," you forced out. "It's fine."

Sunghoon stared down at you, running his fingers along your collarbones. He was silent for a long time and you were beginning to feel anxious again.

"Sleep," he said, kissing your forehead. "I'll be right here."

You nodded, feeling yourself begin to doze off as Sunghoon lay next to you. He kept his hand on your stomach, his fingers rubbing back and forth as he stared down at you.

You were so far gone that you weren’t sure if you were dreaming when you heard his voice.

"I would never treat you like that."

[lesservillain]

best friend!eddie x reader

cw: SMUT, unprotected piv, pregnancy scare, one sided feelings, sort of sad at the end? an: the prequel to baby daddy!eddie but could be read as a stand alone if you wanted wc: 3.4k

A few years ago…

Music played on the stereo in Gareth’s garage, filling the house through the cracked door that connected to the house. The host himself was passed out on his living room couch, the rest of the boys laughing at him for falling asleep. The only ones left at the party were Jeff, Grant, Eddie and you, the few other guests who came to celebrate their graduations left not long ago.

You rolled your eyes as they placed Gareth’s hand in a bowl of water, a prank that one of them heard would make someone piss themselves in their sleep. Instead of taking part in their stupid prank, you chose to help out with cleaning up. Empty beer cans and other snack bags started filling up the trashcan as you made your way around the kitchen.

“What are you in here doing, sweetheart?”

You turn to see Eddie leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching you as you pick up more trash.

“Trying to be helpful,” you say, shoving as much trash into the can as you possibly can. Eddie laughs, pushing off from the frame to walk over to you. He grabs the bag from the can and proceeds to tie it. You smile up at him. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” he says after a moment of looking at you. You get an overwhelming feeling of domesticity as you watch Eddie take the bag out the back door. You watch him through the window as he places the bag in the can. Lighting up a cigarette, he waves at you from the cans, and you feel your cheeks grow hot from being caught staring. 

Eddie was your best friend. Has been since he moved to Hawkins back in 4th grade. The two of you met after you spent the summer in the trailer park where his uncle and your grandma both live in. You rolled with most of the kids there, but Eddie was like a new toy to you. 

He was hard to get out of his shell at first, mostly due to traumas you weren’t aware of at the time. In retrospect, you really pushed him hard, ever persistent in your daily trips to Wayne’s trailer to get him to come out. But when he finally did agree to play with you, the two of you became immediately inseparable. 

Everyone always joked about the two of you spending so much time together, laughing at the grossed out reactions the two of you would have at the mention of the two of you getting married one day. If your grandma was still alive, she would probably be distraught knowing that you had a massive crush on anyone other than Eddie.

After replacing the trash bag, you decide to join Eddie outside. The cool air feels amazing on your skin. The boys don’t have a lot of friends outside of each other, but when all of them start drinking and playing games they seem to generate a lot of heat in such a small space.

“Want one?” Eddie asks as you approach, smoke billowing from between his lips. You nod and he pulls out his pack. 

“Did you have fun?” You ask as he lights the cigarette for you, your hands brushing as he hands it over. The feeling of your skin touching felt like electricity through your hand.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, taking a drag. “I mean, I think it could have been just the two of us and I would have been happy. I’m just glad to finally not have to go back to that hell hole.”

“I’m happy for you, too,” you smile, taking a step closer to him. “Eddie, you honestly have no idea how proud I am of you. Like, I want to shout from the roof tops that Eddie fucking Munson graduated!”

Eddie giggles at your praise, swaying a bit where he stands from the amount of alcohol he’s consumed tonight. He stretches an arm out and you oblige, accepting his tight embrace. He smells like alcohol, weed, sweat, and notes of cheap cologne that he sprayed on earlier in the evening. It was a bit intoxicating in your current state. 

Drinking either made you super friendy or super horny, and tonight you were heading towards the latter. 

You would never admit it, but you’d been watching Eddie all night. There was an air about him tonight. Call it confidence or call it something else, but it was something you’d never seen in him before. It’s like he’s gotten a new found sense of life knowing that he was finally free to do whatever he wants in life. There was nothing left to tie him down and he knew it.

And, maybe unfortunately, it was doing something for you. You’d never really thought about Eddie like that before, your long time crush on Steve clouding your mind when it came to paying attention to anyone else. But something has…changed.

And after a shot or two that you took with a few of his friends from theater class (those kids are wild), everything he did just seemed to be doing something for you. You almost fell over when he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his stomach that you’ve seen a thousand times on on display looking extra lean and just…

“Hey, are you okay?”

You instantly went from feeling good to being super aware of the way Eddie’s body was touching you. With the way he was holding you, his hand rested just above your chest, almost resting on your breast. The veins in is hand seemed more prominent, the rings on his fingers suiting his hands well.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, letting go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. When he doesn’t say anything, you slowly turn to look at him. Which was a mistake, because the way he was staring at you took your breath away again. His big brown eyes stared into yours, lidded in a way that made you want to squirm.

“Eddie? Are you good?”

He doesn’t respond, only blinks. His gaze shifts, flickering back and forth between your lips and your eyes and you feel your stomach flip. 

This isn’t how best friends look at each other. Friends don't caress your cheek like he does. They don’t pull you in, making your fronts flush with each other. They don’t start to block out the light from the moon as they lean in. Their lips don’t meet yours, and you aren’t supposed to accept it, kissing them back.

But, before you know it, your kiss turns into kisses. Feverish and hungry, tongues dancing in sync like lovers do. You’re not lovers, but you feel that line blurring as your body is being pulled away. 

The two of you don’t disconnect until you suddenly stop. Eddie is the first to break off the kiss, reaching behind him to open the doors of his van where he pulls you in. You don’t protest, gladly jumping in and pushing him down so that he lays under you. You can tell by the look on his face he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes watch you as you pull the van doors closed.

Once they click together, everything happens quickly. Rushed touches and clothes flying in every direction, the two of you melt into each other.

Your perched in his lap, breasts are pressed into him with arms wrapped around his neck as you almost eat him alive. His hands rub down the expanse of your back until they land on your ass, palming you underneath your panties as you grind down against him.

Eddie is painfully hard under you. For the brief moment that you looked down at him, you were shocked at the size of the tent in his boxers. It was the one thing about him that you didn’t know anything about after all these years. It sent waves to your core that only made you feel things for him you’d never felt before.

In an attempt to speed things up, you let your hand trail down his chest, his stomach, and down past the hem of his boxers. Your brows shot up when you gripped him, his true size in your hand taking you by surprise.

“Mmmm, shit,” he moans under you, and your breath hitches. You watch him carefully as his face contorts in a way that you’ve never seen; a new side of Eddie that you feel privileged to witness.

And then his his hand is on your head, guiding your mouth up and down on his huge cock. Tears threaten to fall down your cheeks with how far down your throat he tries to get you. But you do your best to take it like a champ. Especially with how he praises you.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” The words fall from his lips like flowing water. He lost the barrier to keep his thoughts to himself as soon as you took your bra off. “Please don’t stop.”

How could you possibly deny him? You can’t. You blow him better than you ever have before, until his thighs are clenching around your head. You were fully expecting him to blow his load in your mouth at this point and you would have let him. But he pops you off of him and holds you in his hands until he can catch his breath.

“Eddie, whats wrong?” You ask confused.

“I’m sorry,” he says with heavy breaths, “Didn’t want to waste this chance by cumming too quick.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at his words, insinuating that he wanted more than just a quick bj in the back of his van. You’d never thought you’d be doing this with him, but in your current state Eddie could tell you to kill someone you would without question.

“Okay,” you say with a nod, shifting your body until you were sitting in front of him. There was an awkward pause as the two of you stared at each other. You waited for him to make the next move but it seemed like it was never going to come. You’re sure Eddie is just as wrapped up in the moment as you, so you decide to go ahead and make the next move.

You crawl towards him until you’re sitting just above his lap. His eyes never leave your face, round and in awe of you as you move closer to him. You place a hand on either shoulder and you can feel how tense he is.

“Eddie, are you sure you want to do this?”

He’s frozen for a moment. Until his head begins to nod so quickly he could have given himself brain damage from the speed.

“Yes, yeah, I am. As long as you are…”

“I do, too,” you assure him. You look around the messy interior of his van for a moment before looking back at him. “Do you, um, have a…”

Eddie’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head as his face shifts into that of a state of panic. He starts to babble, words incoherent until he’s able to form a sentence.

“I-I-I don’t, um, I don’t have any…condoms.” The last word comes out in a hushed tone, almost ashamed as he admits it.

“Well, shit,” you say, finger coming to tap against your lip as you think. You’d never done it without a condom before, and even if you trusted Eddie, the last thing you two needed was an accident to happen.

“I’m sorry, I just--I’ve never done this, so--”

“Wait, what?” You say, stopping him in his tracks. He looks up at you like he said something wrong and it kills you. “Eddie,” you try and keep your tone as neutral as possible, “Are you…still a virgin?”

Eddie swallows, eyes now looking anywhere but you. Eddie’s never brought up anything about his sex life before to you, but you’d not really been all that open with him for that very reason. But you’d always assumed it was just a mutual respect thing, not that he didn’t have anything to share to begin with.

“It’s okay if you are,” you add, “It doesn’t bother me.”

Eddie looks at you again, though now with cheeks pinker than ever. He sighs, nodding once again, but with less vigor than before.

“Yeah, I’m a…virgin.”

Something inside you flips when you hear him admit it out loud. A giddy feeling inside takes over your thoughts as you come to a realization.

“Do you want me to help you change that?”

You barely recognized your own words, and the look that Eddie gave you told you that it came out just as suggestive as you intended. 

“Are you sure?” He stutters out, “I don’t want you to do it because you feel like you have to--”

“Shhh,” you shush him, placing a finger on his lips. “I’m doing this because I want to,” you say, lowering yourself so that the tip of his cock sits right at your entrance. You feel it jump in your hand at the contact. “You just have to say the word.”

Eddie’s eyes are locked where the two of you touch, his breath hitching as your juices coat his thick head. 

“Please,” he says, still looking between you. “I want to.”

You smile, a heat taking over your body as you realize what you’re about to do. But, you try not to let the idea of taking your best friends virginity take you out of the moment. You had to be in charge here and you didn’t want to let Eddie down.

Without a second thought, you start to lower yourself down on him. He’s bigger than you’ve been with before, so you take your time to work him in since you didn’t get any prep before hand.

“Wait,” he says suddenly, stopping you just as you get the tip all the way in. 

“What, what’s wrong?” You ask, starting to pull off of him. But his hands land on your hips to keep you in place.

“I want to do this. Like, you have no idea how much I want this right now. But, what about the no condom thing?”

You blink, thinking quickly over your options. The two of you are too intoxicated to go and get a condom right now. Plus, he’s already technically inside of you, so what good would one do that pulling out wouldn’t, right?

“Just…when you’re about to cum, just tell me and I’ll get off. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to change my mind?”

Eddie mimics zipping his lips, and you roll your eyes at his playfulness.

“Can I continue now?” He nods again, giving you a thumbs up.

You try to get yourself back into the moment by slowly moving up and down, focusing on the feeling of Eddie’s cock inching deeper and deeper inside of you with each movement. Eddie’s head rolls back and you feel his hips bucking subconsciously beneath you. 

You decide not to torment him anymore and fully seat yourself in his lap. He bucks forward, face colliding with your chest as he’s taken aback by the feeling. 

“You okay?” You say with a giggle, though you’re barely holding back a moan yourself at feeling his cock fully stretching you. 

“Mhmm,” he whimpers into your skin, the grip he has on your hips almost bruising. 

“Do you want me to give you a minute?”

He shakes his head. “No, please move.”

And so you do. You take your time at first, really to give yourself ample opportunity to prepare to take him at a faster pace. But with the sounds he’s making, you feel yourself getting wet enough that you can bounce yourself on his cock with more ease. He keeps his face burried in your chest as you move up and down on his cock.

Eddie’s hands loosen on your hips and move themselves up your sides until they land on your breasts. He holds them around his face, fondling and groping as they rub against his face. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and teething at it softly, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

All of the feelings were honestly a lot for you to take in. And the more you looked down at him the quicker your own orgasm was approaching. You let yourself forget about his pleasure for a moment as you chased your own high, fully seating yourself to let the thick patch of hair at his base rub deliciously against your clit. You rolled your hips against him and he whined into your chest.

Suddenly, your vision goes white as you feel yourself cumming on his cock. Your body starts to shake, and you’re pussy spasms around him, coating him in your cum.

“Is that you cumming? Holy fuck, I--”

There wasn’t much time to react as your pussy was suddenly being filled. Eddie’s body tenses under you as you’re only just now coming down from your own high. But when you finally realize what was happening, you jump up as fast as you can, head hitting the top of his van.

“Fuck! Damn it, Eddie!”

He snaps out of his post orgasm bliss and jumps up after you, also hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. 

“Shit! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Eddie’s never been more panicked in his life than right now. Not even when he almost got caught by Hopper selling out in the woods. “I can fix this! I-I-I-”

“Eddie, how the hell are you going to fix this? Fuck me, this is my fault. I should have just said no when you said you didn’t have a condom.”

“No, please don’t be mad,” he says, grabbing your arms and giving you the most pathetic, sad look you’ve ever seen. 

“Do you have any money?” You ask him after a moment.

“I probably have like $3 to my name right now. Why?”

“Shit, I just paid my car payment so I only have like $10. I was going to say we could run to the pharmacy and get a Plan B.”

“What’s that?” 

“It’s like a pill that’s supposed to keep you from getting pregnant. But they’re, like, $20 or something crazy like that.”

“I’ll go to Rick. I can probably get some supply from him and sell it in a couple days.”

“I think it only works like the next day. It’s called the morning after pill for a reason I think.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” 

“What about Wayne?”

“I can’t go to Wayne.”

“Why not?”

“Why don’t you ask your mom?”

You sigh. He had a point. There was no way you could ask your mom without her asking why. And money was already tight so there wasn’t a good excuse to make up for you needing $20 out of the blue. 

“You know what, it’s fine.” You say, convincing yourself that it was. “My period should be coming soon, so I think we’re okay.”

“How soon is soon?” Eddie asks, clearly not convinced.

“Like, in a week and a half? Usually around the beginning of the month.”

Eddie breaths in, then out, head slumping. He drops to his knees before you and you can see his body start to shake.

“Eddie?” You drop down to his level and get a look at his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and it sent an arrow through your heart to see him so upset.

“I’m so sorry.” His words come out watery, his head starting to shake. “I didn’t want this to be how it happened.”

His words hit you like a truck. Of course he didn’t want his first time to be like this. He probably wanted it to be with someone he loved, not with his friend, and definitely not with the possibility of getting you pregnant. 

Guilt washed over you. You should have been the better person and not given in to your sick desire to share something like this with him. 

But it’s too late.

You can only hope that this doesn’t ruin your friendship forever.

than you for reading!

[ssweetleaf]

Mean step bro!steve fucking you over the counter at family video

includes: SMUT 18+, unprotected p in v, mean!steve, stepcest, kinda semi-public sex????

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You were bent over the counter, the sign on the door at Family Video flipped over, a short sorry we’re closed, though if anyone bothered to look past it and through the windows, they’d be able to see just the reason why the store had closed so early.

“S-Steve—” you whined, clutching at the counter top, “slow down.”

Steve was fucking into you from behind, fast paced and ever so deep, just how he liked it, fingers pressed deep into the fat of your hips, mouth agape and uttering filthy whimpers at the sight of your ass— slapping against him with each thrust, the soft globes urging him to go deeper.

“Shut the fuck up,” he breathed, raising his hand to the back of your head, fingers curling around the strands of your hair before pushing your head down, cheek smushed against the counter, achingly so. “Actin’ like you weren’t the one beggin’ to get fucked.”

You struggled to find purchase, knocking VHS tapes to the floor, something you knew Steve would have you sort out once his balls were empty and sated.

“Such a fuckin’ slut, pussy’s just sucking me in, honey— can barely pull out,” crude, sloppy sounds filled the shop, your arousal dripping down your legs and to the floor. “So greedy, aren’t you? You’re not really interested in helping your big brother, hm? Just wanted to get fucked— so pathetic, all you had to do was ask.”

You cried out at how mean he was, sniffling and pouting at his words, though you couldn’t hide the constant clenching of your cunt when he spoke so filthily.

“Y’being mean,” you mumbled, brows furrowing at the chuckle that erupted from your words.

“Oh, I am, aren’t I, baby,” he cooed, mocking your pout, groaning at how tight and wet you felt. “You’re my favourite employee really, hon.”

You perked up, arching your back even more to make him proud, the newfound information going straight to your head.

“I am?” You asked, exhaling a slight giggle and backing up into him.

He hummed, tugging at your hair and keeping you down.

“Yeah, baby, course you are,” he replied, “by far the prettiest fuck I’ve ever had.”

[straylightdream]

body and soul | coming soon

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: jeon wonwoo x f.reader

↳ after a terrible day at work there is nothing more he wants then to go on a motorcycle ride with you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: soulmates au?, non idol au, established relationship

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ??

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: so much fluff, they’re both so incredibly down bad for each other, wonwoo rides a motorcycle (I don’t know if that’s a warning), creampie, wonwoo has breeding kink even though he doesn’t want to admit it, sex outside (but no one is around) sex against a brick wall

𝐚𝐧: this can be read as a one shot but it’s also connected to king of my heart, but you don’t need to read that to understand this story.

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Quickly he pulls his bike into a covered dark all that’s absolutely empty. He helps you off the bike and unbuckles your helmet. You pull it off handing it to him. You can’t help but feel cold with how wet you got in that unexpected downpour.

“Baby I didn’t think it was supposed to rain.” He reaches up pushing the rain for your cheeks.

“It’s okay.”

“I think we’re stuck here for a while. It looks like all these businesses are closed.”

You can’t help but shake a little. You definitely weren’t dressed for the rain and your joggers you wore are wet and sticking to your skin. “Baby I’m sorry,” he takes your helmet from your hands and sets it on the back of his bike. He wastes no time pulling you close to his body. “Let me warm you up.” He holds you close, rubbing your body. He leans his head down resting his face against your neck. He doesn’t kiss your neck but his lips gently brush the sensitive spot on your neck that always turns you on. A soft gasp passes your lips.

“I didn’t mean to touch there,” he whispers against the sensitive spot. His large hands continue to rub your back as you hold him close. His breath keeps hitting the sensitive side of your neck turning you on. He’s managing to get you wet without trying.

Without thinking you grind your hips forward hoping for some sort of friction.

A soft moan passes your lips. “Does someone like it when I’m close to her neck?” He says with his lips ghosting your sensitive spot.

“Fuck-“

“You know we’re away from anyone who can see. We’re behind a building facing a forrest.” You know exactly what he’s insinuating. And at the moment you don’t care that you could possibly get caught. You just want Wonwoo to fuck you.

“Baby,” you whimper. With his fingers tangled in your hair he walks you back to the brick wall behind you. His hands protect your head and he gently pushes you against the wall.

“Are you going fuck me against this wall?”

He swallows staring at you with lust filled eyes, “fuck I want to.”

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[lolitastories]

Remember

Thomas Shelby

“Do you remember the first time we met?” He looked up, finding me with his blue eyes. I let out an exhale, my fingers gripping the files in my hand more tightly.

“Thomas,” I say with a warning tone. I walk closer taking a seat right across from him. “It's a yes or no question.” My monotone voice never seemed to faze him. Maybe it was because he was the definition of monotone. I was doing my job so I had to be professional but he knew how to pull out the other side of me. I only had one purpose coming into this room and that was to get an answer to a simple question, “Do you want to be represented by us in the future?” plain and simple.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” There it was, frustration. He has that effect on me, since the first time we met. I unfold my arms and place the file gently over my lap. I looked over making sure he could see my unamused facial expression. “It’s a yes or no question.” I divert my gaze to the side by rolling my eyes. Thomas Shelby got under my skin and he seemed to like it.

“Yes,”

6 months ago

“So you will get his statement and any questions he might have while I prepare a preposition,”

“Yes,” I say, packing up my things. “Be sure to add a summary of prospect solicitors,” My partner nods, grabbing onto his things before leaving the room. This wasn’t my first time taking a client such as Thomas Shelby. The reason why I had his name currently in all of my documents was from a past client who had the same charges just a month ago. Being one of few solicitors and not to mention a woman, was sort of a plus for men. I look above it since it paid my bills, doesn’t mean I liked it but some were gentleman enough to keep their comments quiet. I mean quiet around me, I was referred to Thomas by one of his associates while out for drinks. He was sure to come in the next day to brag about how he got me another ‘gig’. I found it endearing before he made more hard advances towards me, I guess that was a risk of him being half drunk still.

“He is in room 2”

“Thanks Eve,” I sent the secretary a smile before walking out the door myself. We weren’t a big establishment but with our current success rate, I know we would move out of this 4 room plus bathroom place. It was a short trip down the hall as I stood in front of the wooden door. “Here we go,” I whisper, grabbing onto the door knob and pushing it open. “Good Morning Mr. Shelby,” I presented myself with a big smile while he sat there only caring to meet me with his blue eyes, a nod, and then looked back into the empty wooden wall.

His stare like plenty of men before him made my blood boil. Although they knew a woman was going to be running their case, having me in front of them made it real. “Alright,” I moved past him and began setting up my file. “I am going to need your statements then after that I will ask you some questions to fill in some holes and we will finish with any questions you might have, is that alright with you Mr. Shelby?” I watch his finger twitch for something, maybe a cigarette? With a man like him I was surprised to see him abiding to silly rules like no smoking indoors, men would laugh at such things and smoke anyways. Then again maybe a man like him with his unbutton black suit and undone hair was so stressed that even all the cigarettes in the world wouldn’t help. I focused my eyes back on his features but he seemed not bothered to answer my question. I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath, with such little time with him I am sure I would have to compose myself multiple times. “Mr. Shelby?” I asked again and this time I earned a small hum in acknowledgement, great. “Can I offer you a cigarette?”

“As someone who stands for the law, you don’t abide by your own rules?” So cold, so distant, so, so fucking intolerable. All the men who have walked through the door at least turn to face me. It doesn’t matter if they defy me as capable of taking on their case as a woman or think their toothy, rotten smile can appeal to me, they have the decency to look at me. I hold back a groan turning around and pushing the office window open.

“That rule was made by a hypocritical man who wanted to appeal to the female brain,” I looked over to him. “It's his whole thing,” I can’t blame my boss for being smart and trying to use more women in this field so he can get more clients, but as a person I can still dislike him. I watch Mr. Shelby presents a simple shrug before shuffling to stand up.

“I will get back to your office with an answer,” An answer?! A fucking answer? To fucking what? How foolish he is making me look as I stand here with his back turned towards me? An answer to why in the past minutes he has only met my gaze once? An answer to why I seemed to be undeserving of his godly attention? Fucking prick!. “You have a nice day,” Unbelievable. If I wasn’t so good at handling my emotions I would throw something behind him and demand for him to at least face me. But I was good at handling my emotions, I didn’t need a man telling me how women can’t control themselves. So I smiled, I smiled as he fixed his suit jacket. I smiled as he took a step towards the door and turned the door knob. I smiled as he pulled it open and walked straight out, I smiled even if he wasn’t looking.

Present

“I remember you being a jerk,” I sit back and raise my leg over the other. I cross my arms again waiting for his answer.

“That bad huh?” He was still a jerk, a jerk with a captivating smile. I allowed myself to relax, my business with Thomas Shelby was over and I didn’t have to worry about whether he wanted us or not because I already knew the answer. Having to ask him was just protocol.

“You didn’t even look at me,” That jerk smiled. He smiled and pulled away to sit back on his chair. “If we are going to ask questions not pertaining to work then I guess it's my turn,” He raised his brow, he was surprised just like me that I was following along to whatever he was playing. “Were you afraid to put your life in my hands?” He lets out a chuckle

“No, I wasn’t afraid.” I roll my eyes. He might not have been afraid but he sure had his doubts.

“Its okay to admit it Mr. Shelby.” I leaned forward hoping to cause him some kind of discomfort or atleast feel more confident as I sat here under his gaze. “It won’t change my mind about you nor hurt my feelings.”

“And what has your mind made me out to be?” I didn’t hold back. He was a grown man who could take an opinion.

“You might not have been afraid but you surely had some doubts. Doubts about a woman like me taking on your case, doubts that I had enough intelligence to keep you from going to trial. Probably taught that your buddy got lucky or that the defense team didn’t have enough evidence to give him a prison sentence and that it had absolutely nothing to do with me. In my mind that made you out to be close minded, which surprises me.” I shrug it off like I haven't poured half of my feelings out.

“Why?” He didn’t seem offended if anything, he seemed intrigued.

“Because I do my research Mr. Shelby.” He tries not to show it but I could see the slight tweak in his eyebrow. “Before any case I do my research on my potential clients. I may look the other way with things that don’t pertain to their case but rest assure that I know whatever I can about them,”

“Still doesn’t answer my question,” He smiled and he crossed his arms matching my stance.

“It surprises me because someone who has a woman such as Polly running your business while you were away at war should know how much power a woman can hold. How smart they become and how skilled they can be with so little.” His smile dies. No matter how appealing he was to my other woman's senses when I had a point to make, I made it. I may become blind once in a while when someone with such power looks at me softly but I learned that in a man's world, a woman needs to build a cold exterior when needed.

“Is that why you handed off the case to your partner? Or why you always were two steps behind him like a personal assistant and never peeped a word out to me or while I was around? If you believed so much in yourself why not be more persistent?” I let out a scoff

“You wanted me to beg?” I shake my head not wanting to add another bad thing to his list. He seems serious.

“The reason why I walked away the first time I met you was not because I was scared or had doubts, I know what a woman is capable of doing. I walked away but I am an asshole with problems. Problems that I didn’t believe could be handled by law and since you did research on me you know that this wasn’t the way I usually handle things.” He was right in one thing, he was an asshole.

“What changed your mind? It must have been big since it only took 3 hours to hear from you again.”

“I guess you can say you made a strong impression on me,” He was lying. Although all of Birmingham knows what he is involved in he is too smart to admit to it knowing it could eventually come back to him.

“Is that what earned me a private talk with you in the bathroom?” He grins. Those devil eyes like that day were chanting for me to give in.

“Call me weak,”

The next day after meeting,

“Are you sure you want to sit this one back?” It was clear to me that this man wasn’t even interested in me representing him. Isn’t that why he contacted James instead of me? He heard my partner was a man and that was what got him to change his mind.

“Yeah,” I let out a sigh trying to take this day easy. There were plenty of clients I had James sit up front for. I trusted him to take care of them because he trusted me to actually have his back. I would tell him how to lead the conversation and do the paperwork at the same time. He was good enough to prepare his part while the client believed he was leading. They way they were more comfortable giving us their business and this wasn’t any different. “Mr. Shelby will be like any of the other clients, just follow the script and we will be on our way.”

“Right,” James along the way of our partnership was okay with me being the one who talked to the clients but as we met up with some who didn’t want to deal with me he had to learn how to work with them. But now he has gotten so much better and knows how my mind works so he doesn’t try to over think me. “You ready?” I couldn’t help but smile. Looking down I see why he was asking, my leg had been non-stop shaking for the whole ride and even as we stood parked outside our meeting place.

“Just tired,” I tried to give him a reassuring smile but he gave me a knowing look. “I am okay,” I was truly tired. Even if Thomas Shelby hadn’t decided on us yet, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t think ahead and start preparing incase he did. There was also the problem of the living situation, I hadn’t found a place to live yet and the lady I was currently living with wanted me out before the end of the month.

“If you say so,” He checks his watch and hurriedly places it away. “We have to go,” I nod following him as he opens his door and gets out. “They should be in here,” He points over at a building, nothing like Birmingham. From the outside you could see multiple windows decorating the light reddish brick wall. “After you,”

“Thank you,” I smile walking in but I wait for him to pass through and into the room. Welcoming us was Thomas seated in a leather chair. This couldn’t be his office or where he does his business. The room was surrounded by warm light coming through the windows. No office desk, no feel of an office. It was a simple living room, couches, paintings, and even a vase full of flowers.

“I will meet you at the pub later,” Thomas talks to an older man that was walking out the room. He nicely gives us a smile before walking past us.

“I will have John meet us there,” Thomas doesn’t respond but shortly nods. He gave us a quick glance as James spoke up to him.

“Good Morning Mr.Shelby, we were glad to hear from you again.” James stretches his hand which Thomas takes but not even bothering standing up. “We wanted to go ahead and start strong here so we took the liberty to start the process-” The words rolled out of his mouth like every deal we have done in the past. James takes a seat and starts pulling out the files. “If you like what you are hearing then by the end of this meeting let us know if you want to continue or not, does that sound good with you Mr. Shelby?” I walk around the other side of the couch and I couldn’t help but feel his eyes on me, yet I dare not give him the satisfaction of giving him my attention. Plus, I wasn’t the one who he should be talking to. “Now I understand the situation but we would like to get your statement of it first,” James pulls out his notes pad ready to hear from the man himself on what happened.

“Alright,” Thomas' thick accent clears as he begins telling James his side of the story. He sits confidently in his chair with his hand enterwinded. I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I noticed the details of his presence. The way it seems he took extra time with his hair. His neatly iron white button up without his suit jacket on. He's only wearing a watch as an accessory and it works for him. Simple but quite captivating. As I hear his story I note down points on my own paper, things that James might not catch. Every word spilling smoothly out of Thomas’ mouth, might be made up but atleast him saying it without a hitch made it more believable.

“Ma’am?” I jump back a little feeling a slight tap on my shoulder. It was a young girl. Short bob hair, I think I’ve seen her before. “I’m sorry,” She quietly giggles.

“It’s alright.” She was young, at least a couple of years younger than me.

“Would you like something to drink?” She must work for the Shelby’s. Maybe a secretary? “We have water, tea, or if you-”

“Water is perfect.” I didn’t like alcohol. She nods and turns to leave but I discreetly grab on to her hand.

“Can you tell me where the bathroom is?” I could still hear the conversation going so I tried to follow her without distracting the two men.

“Just down the hall to the right,” She didn’t take me the whole way, “I will have your drink waiting for you,” I thanked her again and began walking, following her directions. I would be lying if I said I found it on the first try. At the end there were two doors and once I noticed the first door I chose was the wrong one I slammed the door shut and frantically turned to open the right one.

“They could save a lot of space if they didn’t build this place as a maze,” Leaning against the sink I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Once I get out of here I will have James start customizing a contract while I go deal with my living arrangements” It was easier said than done. That lady made sure that people around me wouldn’t want to rent me a place after she spoke of people I defended. Then telling her it paid well no matter if they were guilty or not truly didn’t help my case as not only was I a cover up maker for criminals, now I was a slut who sold myself to them for more money. “I know it's bad,” I groan, moving my head upwards with my eyes still closed, “God if you can hear me, take me away or show me a way.” I am not the praying type and maybe that was the reason why god didn’t help me. He knew I only contacted him when I needed something, I knew better than that. “I-” I didn’t get a chance to blink when I heard the door twist open and shut behind a blur figure I saw from the mirror. I turn so fast I got dizzy, “What are you doing here Mr. Shelby?” With my lower back pushed up against the sink, this was as far as I could be from him.

“I want you to take my case,” I did hear him. I would act more shocked if I wasn’t frantically looking around to see if something tells me how to get out of this room unharmed.

“I am.” Maybe I could run for it?

“No,” That catches my gaze. He spit it out like poison. “You’re partner seems capable but I need a sure thing,” He takes a step forward as he moves to unbutton his sleeves.

“I can assure you James knows what he's doing and I am right behind him,” He shakes his head once again ignoring my words. He easily pushes his sleeve up to his elbow and continues with the other one, still moving closer and closer with every slow step he takes towards me.

“I need someone more focused, he wasn’t the one who got Henry out of a nasty sentence.” That was true, but he helped. I opened my mouth to defend him but by this time Thomas was just inches away. “I need you,” I couldn’t breathe. Once more he made my skin crawl. The warmth running up to my cheeks, blinding my thoughts. For a moment I wanted to be one of those girls he probably has practiced with millions of times. With only three words he would have them squirming under him, have them wondering how he tastes, how he touches them, because I was.

“Okay,” I cleared my throat sliding past him. If I didn’t take the reins now then I would probably end up how most of his girls do.  “James won’t have a problem backing up.” I opened the door before he could speak or corner me against something again. “Shall we?” I was right to open the door and walk out. My legs trembled all the way down the hall until I could sit down. Before leaving the bathroom I scanned his face and noticed he was smiling, smiling!. His blue eyes matched perfectly.

Present

“Since that moment I was sure of one thing.” Here we go again. If I rolled my eyes one more time I was afraid my mothers words were going to come true, If you keep rolling your eyes, they will get stuck there forever. Thomas got that out of me so if it did happen, it would be all his fault. “That I was meant to meet you.” I held back another eye roll, this man was just saying stupidity. It was six months ago since we met but since the third day he was like a different man. He began to meet my eye. He answered all of my questions with no hesitation. He agreed to meetings and even set up some so we can go over things. Then as days went by, he changed even more. He would invite me to dinner or drinks outside of work obligations. I would tell him it wasn’t appropriate so I denied every single offer but that didn’t stop him from coming to my office. When he could make it he made sure to send a small gift once in a while, mostly flowers. I would be lying if I said his advance went unnoticed or even that it didn’t cause my heart beat to increase, but since I was employed by him it couldn’t go any further than him being my boss.

“I think it's all the endorphins going to your brain from me saving you from serving some time,”

“Stop trying to deny it.” He caught my off guard when he stood up from his chair and pulled me up with him. His hands pressed around my waist pulling us against each other. “You are no longer working for me.” He laid his forehead against mine. That was my excuse, the only one I could come up with for the past 6 months.

“But you will be a client of ours if you agree to have us represent you in the future,” He lets out a breath, a warm breath radiating against my skin. Then realization hits me, that's why he hasn't answered my question. I found his gaze and in that moment I knew I was wrong, “You aren’t going to accept are you?” I pull away.

“Can you see the future?” What the hell is wrong with him? I am trying to have a sort of serious conversation and he comes up with these questions.

“Thomas I need an answer” I groan, placing my hand over his chest to try and push him away. I know it was wrong to be pissed about him not wanting to be one of clients, but I don’t know if that made me stupid because the only reason he didn’t want to was because that meant I wouldn’t agree to be with him.

“After you answer me I will answer you with no hesitation,” I let out a frustrated sigh, at this point I couldn’t tell what could follow each answer.

“No, I can’t see the future.”

“I can.” And he kisses me. With his palms pressed up against my back he pulls me closer and connects our lips.

Future

“How are you feeling?” I wanted to let out a loud groan and answer her question that way  but I held back. It wasn’t Polly’s fault I was tired and grumpy, it was Thomas.

“Horrible. I am tired, disgusting, and feel like laying in bed all day.” But of course I couldn’t do that on this special day. Polly offered me a warm smile before hooking her arm under mine as we walked down the stairs.

“You are growing a baby darling, it's okay to feel that way. Plus you look gorgeous and this baby is treating you better than the last one.” Oh for sure.

“I guess it's true when they say a girl steals their mother’s beauty for themselves. Look at her,” I find them with my eyes. My girl being held in her fathers arm.

“Well then that means this one is a little boy and what a joy that would be.” With my free hand I ran it over my growing belly, I still had half way to go and by this time with my first one I had more energy but then again I wasn’t running around after a toddler. “Lets just hope he turns out like you because the Shelby boys have a temper,” If anyone knows the Shelby's is her, hell she is one of them.

“Not to mention their ego and pride.” We share a laugh before reaching the bottom steps. The crowd and our family surrounding Thomas and our daughter. “We will go home and prepare for the celebration.” I nod, giving her a half hug.

“Thank you Polly,” Polly waves me off like it was nothing but it meant the world to me. She was always with me since I joined the family. She supported me with Thomas when he was having a hard time accepting that I was loyal to my job. Since he met me he knew I loved it and it would be hard to leave it behind. Polly of course talked to him. Thomas, being a man, hoped that once we got married and started a family that I would quit and focus on him and our kids but I quickly shut that down. Now he has grown to accept that I would do what I feel is right and if he continues to have a hard time with it then he won’t overreact, he will talk to me about it.

“She is beautiful,” I look over to find Arthur standing beside me. “Like her mother,” I smile in awe. He was so sweet, the Shelby brothers being so great with my daughter was all I could ever ask for.

“Thank you Arthur,” He smiled before saying goodbye to joining Polly as she was excusing herself from the crowd.

“My love?” Thomas’ voice catches my attention. He outstretches his hand and pulls me closer to him. “Look at her,” He smiled widely. The whole crowd pauses to hear our daughter's sweet giggle as her father raises her up above his head.

“We did alright with her,” I nudged him as he settled her back in his arms.

“You think so?” He teases, wrapping his free arm around my shoulder.

“Sure do Mr. Shelby. Lets just hope we do right by this little one too.” I smile, giving him a kiss. I didn’t have a doubt that we would raise our future son or daughter right. We were a great team and I couldn’t choose a better father for my kids.

“We will, my love,” He returns my kiss and begins to pull me away towards our car. “I am sure of it.”

“Really? You can see the future?” I giggle seeing his offended expression.

“Of course, just like I told you 3 years ago.”

Present

The tingling sensation lingered on my lips as he pulled away. Who knew a kiss from Thomas Shelby, a man feared all through England, could be so gentle. “I can see you and me,” I couldn’t open my eyes. “You and me, married and happy.” I couldn’t. I was too afraid to let this go. “With our kids.” It all sounded too good. With my eyes still closed I began to see it too, maybe it was because with his words he painted a pretty picture but my heart yearned for it. It felt right to be in his arms, it felt right believing and giving myself to this future. “Can you see it?” I didn’t want to miss it. I opened my eyes and found him, these were the eyes I wouldn’t mind seeing until my very last breath. And if it didn’t last that long at least I would have a pretty memory of him.

“Yes.”

A/N: I know I don’t usually write a gender or specific characteristic but I hope y’all enjoy this one.

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Content Warnings: Alastor x Reader ; Afab!Reader ; No pronouns or Y/N used ; Use of gendered pet names like "good/dirty girl" ; Explicit / MDNI / 18+ ; Sexual situations ; Sex pollen trope (Love Potion) ; Begging ; Thigh fucking ; Self-harm (kind of? Reader intentionally scratches themself hard enough to draw blood) Hematolagnia (blood play) ; Dacryphilia ; Choking ; Dom!Alastor ; Unprotected sex ; Vaginal penetration ; P in V sex ; Creampie ; Alastor gets a little mean, and is his own CW ; If I missed any, let me know! Word Count: 6,695 Summoning: @hazelfoureyes ; @minkdelovely ; @sugoi-writes ; @fraugwinska ; @lustylita ; @eris-norwega ; @rapturenyx ; @sirens-and-moonflowers ; @swagkittybear ; @l3rittany ; @chibistar45 ; @aceumbrellaheroes ; @pearly-sadness ; @mydickisjuicy ; @daisy-figmund ; @lunaorlunareclipse Author's Notes: This chapter is a direct continuation of the previous one, with slightly heavier emotional undertones. For those that have been here since the first Smutmus ask, ya'll remember when I said Alastor had Reader "in every position in the Kama Sutra"? Yeah, we explore that a bit in this one! There is a small part where Alastor becomes more forceful that may be triggering for some, so I've added a divider at the beginning and end of that particular scene for those that wish to skip past it. Alastor's dialogue will be in bold red, thoughts in italics red, and Reader's will be in blue. If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, let me know via ask/comment!

Alastor watched as you swallowed the water he had conjured for you, admiring the rosy tint of your flushed face and the movement of the muscles in your neck with each gulp. He wanted so badly to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, curious for a taste of your blood as it seeped from the small gashes they would undoubtedly leave behind. He wondered what sort of sounds you would make if he did. Would you gasp and moan, or would you scream and beg him to stop? He could feel the blood rushing back to his groin as his arousal began to build again, his half hard cock springing to life once more at the thought of it all.

After you had fully emptied the glass, you turned slightly to place it on the polished mahogany and moved your hands to pull down the hem of your skirt. Despite a lack of evidence, you believed that Love Potion wore off after the first orgasm, which is why you had assumed Alastor and you were done - both sides having fulfilled one another's desires. You were disappointed that you couldn't take things further with the Radio Demon, but it was common knowledge at the hotel that he didn't like to be touched. And with the way he had tensed and shied away from your touch at every turn, you knew that once the effects wore off that he would be done and go about his evening as usual. But then, Alastor did something completely unexpected on your part and grabbed your wrists to stop you from redressing.

"Alastor? What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Alastor started, his eyes roaming over your half-nude form - admiring the way your now ruined dress shirt hung loosely from your shoulders and bunched in the crevices of your elbows; the way your breasts filled the cups of your bra and threatened to spill over with the slightest tug to the center band; the wrinkles in your skirt caused by the fabric being pushed up to your waist; the way your heeled shoes accentuated the plump tissue of your rear; the faint trails of mascara present on your cheeks as a result of your earlier crying. He soaked up every little detail his mind could process as he stepped toward you, his pants that were still wrapped around his ankles restricting his movements, pushing you back against his desk. Leaning forward to arch his body over your much smaller form like he did during his flight on cloud nine, Alastor let go of your wrists and placed his palms on the cool mahogany to your sides, trapping you as he moved his face closer to yours - his eyes shifting between your innocent laden irises and your beautifully swollen lips.

Alastor was looking at you like a man starving - a thin trail of drool seeping from the edges of his smile; his antlers growing to double their original size only to shrink back down a few moments later and repeat the process. He was trying so hard to maintain control of his own body, but there was just something about you that evoked the most primal of instincts from him and he couldn't pinpoint what that thing was. Your heart jumped to your throat when you locked eyes with him yet again, completely unsure of how to feel. You were excited and a bit happy that your earlier desires were still attainable - but also confused. You didn't have any first hand experience with Love Potion, so you had no choice but to trust in the information you had gathered from other people that did.

"Did it not work?" you asked, staring up at him as your heart pounded in your ears like a bass drum - ringing louder and louder with every beat. Had the testimonies been false? They had to be. Love Potion was the only thing that made sense for Alastor's still prominent arousal, you thought - the only possible explanation for him using his nail to tear a line down your skirt from waistband to hem, the fabric soon falling from your lower half as the sharp edges of his claw effortlessly glided through the material like butter. You swallowed the lump in your throat that you were positive had been your literal heart as you rubbed your thighs together, unable to contain the excitement, the lust still pumping through your veins and clouding your mind.

You heard him chuckle lowly as his eyes roamed over your body, his predatory gaze tinting your cheeks pink with embarrassment. Transparency never was a trait Alastor appreciated in other people - but with you, it was oh-so-amusing, and he thought it absolutely adorable how hard you were trying (and failing) to hide all of the lewd thoughts he knew were racing through that naughty little mind of yours. If he wasn't already smiling, this would definitely be a moment that would pull an honest one from him. When was the last time he truly smiled, anyway? He couldn't remember - or if it ever happened at all. He was going to have fun trying to figure out how you were able to get under his skin so easily, so effortlessly. He loved a good brain teaser, and this would definitely provide him with a little entertainment.

"This drug is quite persistent," Alastor mused, conjuring a handkerchief and beginning to wipe at the spittle still on your face. After he was done, he tossed the cloth to the side to be forgotten, his hands returning to either side of your figure a moment later. His eyes roamed over your form, specifically your still clothed upper body, making it his goal to remove those pesky garments next. "You have already given me your consent, and informal though it was, I've no intentions of letting you back out of our deal now," Alastor stated flatly, bringing his right index finger up to the band of your bra nestled between your breasts, toying with the taut threads as his eyes rose to lock with yours, his bright red irises flashing pink and slitted pupils dilating. "But if you would like to postpone the next part for another night, I would not object. I am a patient man."

Tracing the tender flesh of his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, Alastor brought his face as close to yours without making any contact - searching for a sign that you wanted to stop. He really did plan on holding you to it, but he wouldn't force it if you wished to end the night here. It wouldn't be the first time he had to endure, to fight back some of his baser urges - but it would be difficult, it seemed. Already, he could feel that pesky itch growing beyond containment, demanding every ounce of his attention and begging to be scratched. This concoction was rather annoying - he rarely felt attraction of any kind for another person. It felt like that damned spray was generating these emotions and forcing him to indulge in acts so uncouth. It didn't matter what you decided though. One way or another, Alastor made a vow to himself to have you beneath him in every conceivable way - with a little more effort to woo you, it was only a matter of time. Adding a chase to the mix would make it more enjoyable by a large margin, he thought.

"Although, I must warn you. If you choose to keep going tonight, I cannot promise any restraint on my part," Alastor told you, his sclera flashing black and irises shifting to radio dials for a moment, then back to their usual appearance. "I'm just not the type to leave a 'meal' unfinished," he said, a dry chuckle following his wordplay regarding his earlier actions and sending a shiver up your spine.

"N-no, I- ... uhm..." you started. It was infuriating how he was able to reduce you to such a timid, almost virgin-like mess with so little effort. It made you wonder how things would go if he did put in the work.

"'Uhm' is not a word, my dear," Alastor clicked his tongue against his teeth, the first few strands of the center band of your bra snapping apart as he pressed lightly against it. "Do you want to stop?" he asked you again, his eyes narrowing in delight as a slight release of tension sent a ripple through your chest with each string that he cut. Curling your lips inward, you tried to hold back an immediate 'no' response in an effort to appear less desperate, but you were starting to realize that ship had already sailed by the way Alastor's smile widened and your center band was finally severed - your breasts falling from the cups as they sprung apart.

"No, don't! Alastor... don't stop," you breathed, holding back a pleasurable sigh at the relief that coursed through your veins when the taut garment no longer held you tight. You moved to slide the remnants of your shirt and now ruined bra (yet another favorite item you would force him to replace later - they were expensive in life, and Hell only made it worse) off your body - now fully nude except for the heels and accessories adorning your figure. You saw the dim lights of his room flicker as Alastor leaned even closer, his breath fanning your face and his lips grazing yours as he uttered,

"As you wish, Mon Cherie."

Without a moment's hesitation, you found yourself being lifted to sit upon the edge of his polished desk like before. Only this time, he urged you to lie flat on your back as he raised your legs so that you were positioned at a 90° angle. You tilted your head to peer around your own limbs at him, curiosity brimming in your eyes as you silently awaited his next movements. "If you would be so inclined, I would like to try a couple of things first - just to see what all the hype is about. May I?" Alastor asked, tilting his own head in the same manner as you. You had to stifle a giggle as the action was just too cute, you thought. And you just couldn't resist the urge to tease him a little as you began to feel more comfortable and relaxed in his presence.

"I'm up for it. But you know, curiosity killed the cat," you remarked, raising your hands to lay beside your head as he shifted behind your thighs. Alastor laughed at that just before you felt his fingers sliding through your slick folds, eliciting a moan from you. "Ah, yes! But satisfaction brought it back!" he responded, not missing a single beat in the light banter. He peered around your legs once more, only this time with a sultrier look as you felt something hard and wet slip in between the space of your joined thighs and pubic area. "And I intend to revive all nine of its lives, my dear," he drawled out, savoring the way your thighs engulfed his member as he thrust forward, his hips and lower abdomen pressed flush against the backs of your legs. Sighing at the way your soft flesh surrounded him, he wrapped his arms around your knees and lifted your lower half up slightly. "Oh my... I believe I'm going to enjoy this," he said, holding you there as he gave another experimental thrust while keeping your legs pressed against his torso - your ankles now dangling over his right shoulder as you hummed softly each time his hips pushed forward.

Soon, the room was filled with the soft clapping sound of skin on skin and heavy pants on Alastor's part as he built a steady pace. Chewing on your lip as you stared up at the Radio Demon, you smiled as you watched his face contort with pleasure - his brows furrowed together and eyes narrowed, sweat beading on his forehead and his ears laid flat, his smile twitching and shifting between an open, toothy grin to a closed lip, almost serene type; but not once did it falter. It was a sight to behold - Alastor letting his instincts take over but still somehow managing to keep that illustrious grin of his. Part of you wondered if he was even capable of frowning.

"Does it feel good?" you asked, watching as Alastor turned his head to kiss your calf, occasionally licking a stripe up the length of it as he stared right back at you. "You've no idea, Cherie," his response was low and gravelly, his voice thick with his trademark filter as he began to pick up the pace, chasing his second release of the night.

You let your gaze drift down from his face to the gap between your thighs and crotch, the tip of his dick poking through to the other side with each thrust, each grunt he let out. Lifting your legs up another half inch off the wooden surface, Alastor angled himself so that when he pushed forward, his length would slide between the outer lips and his head would catch on your clit, pulling a gasp or a sigh from you at the unexpected sensation. You curled your lips inward around your teeth, enjoying his actions almost as much as he seemed to be.

"Must I remind you already?" you heard him speak suddenly in exasperation just before you felt the claws of his left hand wrap around the back of your neck, tangling in your hair at the roots to yank your head back and force you to look up at his face. His features had become more demonic as he gave a hard thrust and pulled your hair again. "Keep your eyes on me," he told you, enunciating each word as he willed his features back to a tamer appearance - well aware that his full demon form was quite frightening, especially to those that have never seen it before (you).

"Trust that I will discipline you thoroughly if you look away again."

With that said, Alastor released his grip on your hair and brought it back up to your legs. Thrusting forward once again, Alastor released his hold on your calves and drew your legs closer to his chest, resuming his previous pace. With one arm wrapped around your knees to hold you in place, he reached down between your legs to rub slow, tantalizing circles around your clit - using his thumb to push back your clitoral hood to further expose the little bundle of nerves. Alastor could feel the tension in his belly rising, and in an attempt to slow things down, to draw this out just a little bit longer, he asked, "Are you enjoying this as well, my dear?" He watched your brows knit together and your jaw go slack at the continuous stimulation he now provided you, trying to keep himself quiet to better hear the noises pouring from your throat.

You fought the urge to throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, somehow managing to resist when you recalled his previous warning. You kept your eyes focused on his face, eyelids drooping as you felt the beginnings of that oh-so-familiar knot start to build with every deliberate motion of his thumb. "M-mmhmm!" a hum and a curt nod was all you could manage as Alastor turned his head to place more kisses on your sweaty skin. Opening his mouth, you felt his teeth glide against the soft flesh of your calf near the ankle, nipping sporadically but never taking a legitimate bite. "Mmphh..." he pressed a muffled moan to your skin as he stared down at you from the corner of his eye - biting the inside of his cheek at the delectable sight before him in an effort to ground himself.

"Do tell me, Cherie," Alastor spoke, drawing you out of your bliss clouded mind for a moment. "Have you ever dabbled in blood play before?" he asked you, fighting back the urge to just sink his teeth into your calf without waiting for a response. Your eyes widened a bit at the question, not sure how to answer at first. "N-no... I haven't. Why?" you asked, that lump returning to your throat. It was an idea that never appealed to you in that sense, so you never explored the possibilities - but that didn't mean that you weren't willing to try it. Who knows, maybe you would enjoy it. But then your paranoia started to kick in, and you were beginning to feel like your life was in danger. Alastor is a cannibal, after all - and anyone in their right mind would be terrified under these circumstances with someone like him.

Smile twitching, Alastor picked up the pace - his hips slamming against the back of your thighs and your breasts bouncing up and down in tandem with each one delivered. "I asked for your consent to have sex, not to cause you any amount of bodily harm," he explained, running his claw up along the side of your calf from knee to ankle. "But the thought of tasting your blood is quite..." he trailed off as he traced his pointed nail back down from your ankle to your knee - adding just enough pressure to leave a red streak but not enough to draw any blood, "... tempting," Alastor finished - taking a moment to bask in the fear evident in your eyes, chuckling ominously for added effect.

"There's no reason to be afraid. I'm not going to eat you," he said, putting your mind at ease and allowing you to relax. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you contemplated his question, still slightly afraid that he may actually attempt to literally consume you. Your fears were founded, considering what he had said earlier: that he wasn't sure if he could show any restraint. Even if he promised not to, what was stopping him from ignoring said promise after the first drop? You weren't exactly in a position to defend yourself, especially against someone as powerful as Alastor. "If that were my goal, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he said, ramming into your legs again, forcing you to reach up above your head and grip the edges on the opposite side of the desk.

Then again, now that you think about it, what was stopping him from doing it anyway, at any given moment? Staring into his eyes, you searched for any sign of sincerity, but couldn't see anything past his crazed, lust riddled gaze -a knot tightening in the pits of your belly from the constant stimulation to your clit. Alastor wasn't an easy man to read, even in as vulnerable a state as this. "A-Al..." you breathed out, biting your tongue as you lifted yourself up to rest your weight on your forearms. It sounded like a 50/50 gamble to you, and considering how your luck has been tonight, you were liking the odds.

'Fuck it.'

Alastor nipped at the skin near your ankle, patiently awaiting your response to his request. He expected you to outright refuse the proposal, which he would respect - but he would have been disappointed all the same. 'Another time, perhaps,' he thought to himself as your silence dragged on. Shifting your weight onto one arm, you reached up with the other to trace your own pointed digit along the side of your calf where he had been kissing and scratching. Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you pressed your own claw into the muscle until a few drops of blood began to ooze out of the shallow, crescent shaped wound and roll down the length of your leg.

Alastor lost his composure for a second, letting his shock at your actions show on his face before donning his mask once again. His smile widened further as he threw his head back and laughed dramatically, then returned his gaze to your divine features. "My, you're quite the interesting little enigma, aren't you?" he said, his tongue rolling out to catch the few droplets of blood that had reached your knee and licked back up to where you had punctured the skin. Alastor grabbed hold of the finger you cut yourself with, bringing it up to his face and into his mouth - his tongue swirling around the digit as he sucked any traces of blood from underneath your nail. Satisfied, he pulled your finger out of his mouth with a pop, his arms snaking back around your legs and mouth returning to your self-inflicted wound.

Placing his lips over it, Alastor began to suck and lick, craving more and more with each drop - savoring the metallic taste of your blood mixed with the salt of your sweat. He had to stop himself from taking a bite out of the muscle, not expecting your blood to be so intoxicating. But he essentially promised you restraint on this part, and it was a personal principle of his to keep every promise he made - even the indirect ones.

A rather loud growl erupted from Alastor's throat as he felt the impending release barreling towards him now. Your actions seemed to have a greater effect on him than the thought initially as his soft grunting soon turned into sonorous moans - the rapid clapping sound of his balls hitting your skin filling the room. It was surprising that he managed to continue pushing forward when the crimson liquid first touched his tongue and coated his taste buds. "I'm-! God fuckin-!" Alastor started, his eyes closing and his jaw tensing, causing his pointed fangs to sink into your supple skin. You winced at the pain that it caused, but the way he pressed his thumb down further on that little button between your legs had you forgetting the pain almost instantly.

Squeezing your thighs even tighter around his cock, you stared up at Alastor as he chased his high. You drank in the rare sight before you, taking in every detail you could - putting them to memory and tucking them away like the most precious of treasure, because they were. Even if Alastor didn't look at things the same as you, this night was something that you would hold near and dear to your heart, because it was the first time you ever had the option to participate since spawning in hell. But more than that, you would forever cherish the fact that he trusted you enough to let you see this side of him, drug or no. And in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to provide him with everything he sought. Your body, your heart, your soul - if didn't matter what it was; if you could give it to him, you would.

You could tell that he was close to his next release by the way his hips began to lose their rhythm and how he struggled to keep his appearance under control. You watched his antler grow as testament, the vertebrae in his neck contorting into unnatural positions beneath his ashen skin, a dark liquid beginning to seep from the edges of his smile - it all had you wondering what it would be like to have that side of him, to experience sex with an uninhibited Alastor. 'That poor cat,' you silently mused - if things kept going this way, you'd have to start calling it Prometheus. "Al," you called, reaching up to touch him - his arms, his face, anything that you could reach to draw his attention back to you. If he wanted you to look at him, then you would make him do the same. "Alastor," you called his name more clearly now, your voice ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes to look down at you. "Hm?" he hummed in response, lips pressed tightly together while he tried to hold back his release, to drag this moment for just a little bit longer.

'Not yet,' he thought. 'Keep going- ... fuck, not yet!'

"Look at me, Alastor," you moaned, holding his gaze as you brought your hand down from his face to rest on his wrist as he continued to draw heavy, fast circles on your clit. "Please... I want you to look at me when you cum," you pleaded, heart racing at your own words. Electricity shot up his spine as Alastor stared you down - his hips halting for a moment, his body right on the cusp of euphoric gratification. "... You sure know how to drive a man crazy, doll," he mumbled against your leg, tongue slithering out to lap at the blood that was dripping form the gashes your nail and his teeth had caused. His hips began to move once more, finding their previous pace almost instantly and his salacious groans filling the room - eyes not leaving yours for a single millisecond, just as you requested.

"Da- ... Darling," Alastor rasped out suddenly, pulling his face away from your calf and leaning forward, pushing your body into a more angled position. Unwrapping the arm that had been coiled around your legs, he placed his hand next to your head, palm laying flat against the cool surface of his desk. "May I-?" he asked, his voice desperate as he tried to hold back those needy whimpers your beautiful body and rapturous sounds dragged from him. He didn't have a chance to finish his question. You already knew what he was asking to do - and it was something that you were more than happy and quite eager to give your consent. "Yes!" you agreed with a curt nod of your head. Drawing your hand back from his wrist as he hovered over your folded figure, you reached up to wrap your fingers around the back of his neck, your other arm supporting the rest of your weight behind you.

Halting his movements, Alastor pulled away almost reluctantly - not wanting to leave the comforting embrace of your thighs for a single second, but the promise of an even greater pleasure gave him the motivation to do just that. As he parted your legs slightly with one hand, his other reached down to grip his leaking cock and guide it to the opening of your drenched core. He rubbed the tip up and down your slick folds a couple of times - gathering enough of your essence to use as a lubricant when he pressed into you for the first time that night. Placing both of his hands on the backs of your thighs, a whine of respite escaped his throat and his jaw fell open as the pressure, the heat of your sweet, sweet cunt finally engulfed his throbbing member. Your pliant walls were effortlessly molded to the shape of him as he slid deeper and deeper into you, bottoming out not long after the initial penetration. "Oh, fuck!" he cursed, his hands groping at your legs as he leaned forward again, folding your body over once again.

With your ankles now dangling over his shoulders, Alastor began to slowly and shallowly thrust into you. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, screaming for that delicious relief of a well-earned orgasm. He was trying to give you time to adjust to his intrusion before he took on a more brutal pace, not wanting to cause you any pain or discomfort (not yet anyway). But he was already so close - he couldn't stop himself from splitting you in half on his cock. His body refused to listen to his brain, having essentially developed a mind of its own separate from his consciousness and moving involuntarily.

Alastor's conflicting thoughts and actions showed in his body language. He was still trying to hold back, that much was evident by the inconsistency of his thrusts - speeding up momentarily only to slow back down a couple seconds later, his cock dragging against your walls with long, deep thrusts then becoming short and shallow. Even though you were curious to see him lose it, you were still appreciative that he was trying so hard not to hurt you. Letting your hand travel up from the nape of his neck to run your fingers through his hair, you pulled him as close as this angle would allow. "It's okay, Alastor," you reassured him, giving him a warm smile as his mind and body continued to vie for control.

"It's okay," you repeat, panting and moaning as you could feel your own orgasm approaching. "I promise, it's okay," nodding your head while you let your hand join the other in his crimson and ebony hair, you used him to support your weight. Alastor lowered his hands from your thighs to rest flat on the polished wood, allowing your legs to fall from his shoulders and hook around his biceps. Bringing your hands up a bit higher, you lightly traced your fingertips around the base of his ears - causing Alastor to flinch and bow his head at the unexpected contact.

"Holy sh- ...!" he hissed through gritted teeth. A shiver traveled up his now rigid spine and nudged him over the precipice straight into that blinding, white hot ecstasy he so desperately sought. Alastor's nails were digging into the hard surface and leaving large, unsightly tears in the mahogany while he shot his seed deep within you. Having not expected your light touches to have such a profound effect on him, you smirked proudly and began to massage his twitching ears to ground him as well as help him ride out his high to its fullest extent. "You like that?" you asked, stroking their backsides with your fingers and pressing your thumbs against the inner, more fleshy side.

Alastor couldn't think in that moment, drowning in the pleasure that coursed through his veins with each rope of his cum that he pumped into you. Clenching his eyes shut, he pushed further forward and lowered his head to rest in the crook of your neck, nodding in response to your question. When you moved your hands from his ears to his antlers to massage them in the same manner, he winced and let out a strangled whimper, pressing his lips against your carotid and sucking harshly. Eventually, the pleasure turned to pain and Alastor reached to pull your hands away by the wrists, breathing heavily as the waves subsided and his muscles relaxed.

"... My ears have always been sensitive, even when I was alive," Alastor began to explain, unnecessary though it may be. "The sensitivity increase when I am... aroused," he finished, raising his head and pulling back from you until he was standing upright again. Staring down at you contentedly, he quickly realized that you hadn't reached your own peak yet, and he started to rock his hips into yours. He wasn't able to see your face earlier, so he could only imagine what you would look like, what expressions you would make when you came undone beneath his touch. The thought alone was enough to keep him from going soft, his body already seeking out that next mind numbingly exquisite release.

Raising your hands above your head once more, you curled your fingers around the edges of his desk and tried to roll your hips into his. Alastor had his fun - now it was your turn, and he was more than happy to provide his assistance. "Al-..." you called out to him, your voice barely a whisper and eyelids drooping as you struggled to keep them open. A chuckle filled the air as Alastor began to pick up speed, his cum mixed with yours allowing him to plow into you as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter.

"No need to fret, Mon Cherie. I won't leave you unsatisfied," he reassured you.

Knees sliding down his biceps to link with his elbows, Alastor slipped his hand between your legs again, pressing his thumb to you aching bud and drawing fast, harsh circles. "That was more entertaining than I expected. You deserve a reward for a job well done," he told you, choosing to ignore the fact that you barely did anything this time around while he chased you to the edge of your own end in a matter of seconds. "What would you like, my dear? Tell me, and it's yours," Alastor cooed sweetly, watching your tits bounce with each slam of his hips, stopping for just a moment to pull your lower body closer - your ass no hanging off the edge as it dug into your lower back. Picking up his initial pace, the desk began to rock and squeak beneath you with every rapid movement he made.

Now you were the one struggling to form any coherent thoughts or words, barely aware of the fact that he was talking to you. "H-hah! Ah! Fah- ...! Fu- ... ah-ack!" you cried as you felt your release draw closer with every snap of his hips, every whispered word of encouragement and praise. Then, you heard movement and muffled voices coming from the hallway just outside Alastor's bedroom door. Your heart began to race as you felt your orgasm slipping away, propping yourself up on your forearms - forgetting all about his prior warning as you turned your head to look at the door. Who was it on the opposite side? Could they hear what you two were doing? Somehow the idea of being heard made your cheeks flush an even deeper crimson more than anything else the two of you had done so far.

In an embarrassed panic, you shifted all of your weight to one arm and brought the other up to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle the uncontrollable noises he pried from you. "Someone's out- ...! Ah, fu- ...!" you whispered against the palm of your hand, turning your head back to look up at Alastor with a pleading expression on your face. But when your eyes met his, you immediately realized that someone hearing you being fucked by the Radio Demon was the least of your worries. "A-Alastor?!" you gasped as you felt his girth grow and stretch your walls nearly to their limit, his ears falling flat against his skull as he wrapped one hand around your throat. His already large stature became even more so as he seethed in his anger at your blatant disregard for the one rule he had set for you. But more than that, he was angry that you attempted to silence yourself.

How dare you try to hide those melodious sounds from him! And you took your eyes off of him, too? You done fucked up! Alastor wasn't about to let that slight go unpunished, especially when he had been generous enough to let you off with a warning, twice.

"Who fucking cares?" Alastor asked through gritted teeth, momentarily dropping his radio filter and neon green stitches manifesting over his smiling lips. "Let them hear you!" his pace became more brutal the higher his anger spiked, his thumb tormenting your abused clit with circles so harsh it had become more painful than pleasurable. Laying back again, you reach your hand down to wrap around his wrist in an attempt to stop him, or at the very least get him to let up. But before your fingertips could even graze his skin, a black tendril wrapped around yours and forced it back up above your head along with the one that had been covering your mouth.

Struggling against the ebony appendages holding your wrists, you pulled your knees up to your chest and tried to plant your feet on his torso to push him away. You didn't expect him to stop entirely (nor did you want him to), you just wanted to make him go easier on you - but the gap in raw power mixed with the exhaustion of a full day's work and your previous orgasm wouldn't allow it. Just as one of your feet found purchase within the crevice right below his clavicle, your heel digging into his flesh, you felt more tendrils wrap around your ankles and pull them back down - holding them apart as he continued to pound into you with reckless abandon.

"Al, please! I-it hurts- ...!" you tried to tell him, but your cries only added fuel to the flames. Alastor's antlers grew in size along with the rest of his body, only this time he didn't try to bring himself back under control as he chortled heartily at your failed attempts. "And?" he asked, static crackling through the air and the filter returning to his voice as he pinched the pink nub - rolling it roughly between his fingers and laughing gleefully at the pain it so clearly caused. A violent wince wracked your body at the action, and you tried to pull yourself free, but with no slack in those dark tendrils of his, you couldn't even bend your limbs. "I don't like repeating myself, darling," Alastor told you, his grip tightening around your throat and his elongated nails digging into your flesh, restricting your airflow and making it difficult for you to produce any type of sound.

Tears began to well up in your eyes the longer this went on, being unable to do anything except endure and hope that he would show you a little bit of mercy. It was unlikely though, considering the clear warning he'd given you earlier should you look away from him again. You tried to blink the tears away at least, but the lack of oxygen was getting to you, and it became harder and harder to open your eyes again after each flutter of your lashes. Seeing that you were close to losing consciousness, Alastor loosened his grip and allowed you to breathe again, watching with utter delight as you greedily sucked in air, the color returning to your face. He made a mental note to explore breath play at a later time, among other things.

"I- ...! Please- ... I-I'm sorry- ...!" you stuttered through your coughs, the tears cascading down your cheeks now as his tip relentlessly bullied your cervix. Another laugh filled the air as Alastor, much to your relief, pulled his hand away from your puffy clit and leaned forward again - moving his hands to press into the curves of your waist. "Lucky for you, I'm feeling merciful right now," he started, nails digging into the soft plushness of your midsection - his form shrinking back down as your tear-soaked apologies quelled his anger. "Do keep in mind that I will not be so forgving next time," he told you, to which you nodded vigorously, thankfully - the black tendrils loosening from your wrists and ankles once you showed your compliance.

Letting one hand drift from your side all the way up to your face, Alastor caressed your cheek in a belying manner of affection and kindness. "Now, where were we?" he asked you, raising a single brow as he began to rock his hips into you once more, his other hand returning to your clit - this time, more gently. Immediately, you opened your mouth to let out one of the loudest, most sinfully sounding moans you would make that night, eyes locked with his as your body began to make that steady climb back to your peak. As embarrassing as it was to know someone could be listening to any of this, you were much more fearful of the punishments Alastor would unleash upon you should you disobey again.

"Good girl," Alastor praised you, his claw tracing down your neck and over your collar bone, then further down to your breasts. Having lost himself entirely in his rush to that first high, he didn't get the chance to appreciate them properly - something that needed to be remedied right away. As one hand continued to rub tantalizing circles on your clit, he let the other cup one of your breasts in the palm of his hand. Alastor gave it a light squeeze before he began to knead the soft mound. The pointed tips of his nails pressed into your skin, threatening to break it and draw blood - which he would be all the more happy and eager to lap up.

[ Master Post ] ❀ [ Chapter One ] ❀ [ Chapter Two ] ❀ [ Chapter Three ] ❀ [ Chapter Four ] ❀ [ Chapter Five ]

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TOYS + OVERSTIMULATION — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings 18+, use of toys (hitachi, butt plug), unprotected sex, reader is tied up, sort of mean!rafe, overstimulation, crying, language/dirty talk

kinktober masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

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Rafe loved to have you tied up. Helpless, unable to fight back or run from all the pleasure he was gifting you. He made you cum over and over until your brain is nothing but mush, and your voice had died out from all your crying.

“You look like a fuckin’ mess, sweetheart.” 

With your tits pressed against the mattress and your knees doing the same, your entire body trembled. Rafe had tied your hands behind your back, your wrists red and starting to sting from the ropes. Your ankles were secured together as well, with the Hitachi Rafe had bought fastened to the ties. It stayed pressed right up against your clit, the vibrations unrelenting no matter how much you tried to escape the overwhelming power. By now, your head was fuzzy and you couldn’t feel the rest of your body.

Rafe noticed your hips gyrating as they tried to catch a break from the vibrator. He smacked your ass harshly, leaving you with a harsh tinge of pain. “Stop fucking moving. You can’t run from this.” 

“Daddy, c-can’t take it anymore. Please, h-help.” 

“Help? You think I’m gonna stop playing with my toy?” He kissed his teeth, shaking his head although you couldn’t see him. “I think you want even more, baby. Wanna know how I know?” 

You couldn’t muster up much more than a pathetic whine, digging your forehead into the mattress when his thick fingers pressed ever so slightly into your entrance. Your walls sucked the tips of his digits tightly, your past releases coating them. 

“‘Cause you’re still so tight. Think this pussy is beggin’ to be filled. Can’t get enough, can she?” His fingers ran up, dragging your cum to your asshole. “But ‘m gonna play with this perfect ass first. Want you to feel good everywhere.” 

Rafe kicked it up a notch, lathering your jewelled butt plug in your cum before entering it into your ass. He pushed it in tauntingly slowly, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he secured it inside you fully. The feeling was full and indescribable, flowing right to the tips of your fingers and your toes.

“This ass looks so good when it’s stuffed, baby.” 

His hand circled his shaft, giving himself a few strokes to ease the ache it felt as he watched you. It throbbed almost painfully, his tip red and beyond angry at the lack of stimulation. God, he couldn’t wait to thrust inside you, feel your pussy beg for him. 

“That pussy’s lookin’ a ‘lil empty. Can I help you out with that?” 

You shook your head with the last few remnants of energy still floating within you. “N-No, please. It’ll be t-too much. Already too much. Please—”

He quieted your hiccuping with a shh as he climbed behind you on the bed, his hand cupping over your mouth. “I told you not to bother me while I was working, didn’t I, sweetheart? And you didn’t listen. You sent me those damn pictures anyway. So now you have to take whatever I give you ‘n you’re not gonna make any more of a fuss. I’m not above leaving you tied to this damn toy all night.” 

His hand left your mouth and steadied on your hip. You couldn’t fathom the thought of his threat. You couldn’t even fathom cumming another time. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I w-won’t do it again. Please, I need a break.” 

“Stop fucking whining,” he scolded. His tip lined up with your entrance and he slammed himself inside of you roughly. He knocked the wind out of your lungs and pulled a shriek from your lips. “See what happens when you don’t listen to me?” 

He’d decided from the beginning of the evening that he wouldn’t be taking it easy on you. He couldn’t let you get away with being a brat and teasing him, touching and playing with what belonged to him — without his permission, no less. His thrusts were hard, hitting your cervix with such force that it hurt. Still, you couldn’t deny that your pussy wasn’t milking him, that it didn’t miss the stretch of him all day long. And that, combined with your full ass, drove your sanity right out the window. You bit down on the comforter, practically screaming into the thick fabric as your eyes crossed. 

Rafe’s hand slithered between your bodies, and he pressed the Hitachi harder against your burning clit, forcing the vibrations harder against you. It wasn’t long before your whimpers had transformed into full-on sobs, and you couldn’t speak. 

“Look at you. Crying for a break while you’re pussy squeezes the fuck out of me. Thought this was all too much? Fuckin’ whore.” He slapped your ass, cursing when he felt your walls constricting around his length. “You gonna cum for me, slut?” 

He smirked when you couldn’t answer, and he gave up the rest of his control, using your hole to help him reach his own release. His cock was swimming in all of your cum from your earlier highs, and your core was almost burning hot from how hard your body was being worked. It was sending him so far into another world, he honestly could’ve argued that it was heaven itself. 

Sweat dripped down his chest, and his balls drew up nice and tight. “‘M gonna fucking cum. You better cum too, or this is gonna be a long fucking night.” 

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[enbyjjunie]

[16:22]

you were a mess of drool, sweat and tears as san finally granted you a small break in between all the fucking and touching he had been doing the last hours. he had promised you a whole day of all the pleasure you could wish for as an apology of having had to work so much. you had told him that he didn't have anything to apologise for and that you knew about his relationship to his work before you entered a relationship with him, but you never said no to the day he'd promised you.

"you're such an incredible little slut for me, so perfect," san cooed at you while adding another line to the tally he had started at the start of the day. he waited for the temporary ink from the marker to dry before affectionately smoothing his thumb over it, "you've given me 5 of your orgasms already... your body was made for me to pleasure," a shudder ran through you and your hips bucked a little. with the promise of a pleasure-filled day your body had started getting excited the second the promise had been made and now you couldn't get enough. he laughed at you, starting as a sweet endeared laugh but soon turned mean; "you just can't get enough, can you? you little whore. and here i was, being so considerate and giving you a break. i should've known better; you need my cock in you at all times..." he leaned down while holding eye contact, making sure you were staring into his dark eyes as he spoke; "are you feeling empty?" you had no dignity left to keep sacred, nodding the second he'd asked the question, moving your spent legs to try and wrap them around him once again, pulling his hips closer in a plea for him to fill you with his thick cock yet again.

he placed his hand over your neck, where he had written something like "mute button", you weren't quite sure. he'd told you when he wrote it but since you couldn't see it and you had... other things to think about, it had slipped your mind. what hadn't slipped your mind was what he had written in big, bold letters just above your crotch; SAN'S PROPERTY. you could see it if you just looked down and every time you did, you could feel yourself getting even more turned on.

"focus, sweetie," you could feel some slaps on your face, not harsh but definitely not something you could just ignore. "aww, is your mind drifting further and further away? have i fucked you stupid yet?" you scanned his face and nodded, to which he chuckled under his breath. "well, apparently not, since you're still mindful enough to understand what i'm saying and even answer my question. guess i just have to work harder." and with that he pushed inside you yet again with a force that knocked the wind out of you. if you weren't absolutely sloppily wet from all sorts of fluids, he would've torn you in half. he laughed at your expression; your tongue having fallen out of your mouth as your head had lolled to the side, drool dripping down to the, already wet, sheets. "that's it, we'll get you stupid on my dick, don't worry, my little cock-junkie."

[rottenstrawberrymilk]

10. lighter fluid

HATCHET

10/16

2.2k words

not healthy not condoned

Bags and clothes laid strewn out across the floor and over the bed. Your anxious hand sorted through your pile of necessities, picking through again and again, eliminating smaller items every time in an attempt to make the pile smaller. You only need enough to fill a bag you could sling around your shoulder. Filling a suitcase, although tempting, would be too much to move and ultimately just slow you down. 

        Just the necessities, you repeated to yourself again and again like a broken record. 

        But it was hard. It was hard doing what you were about to do. Although your house had felt empty and hollow, skeletal and trapping all around you, it had been somewhat of a home. Somewhere with doors and windows that could lock. Well, all but one window now, anyways. You'd always felt as though you were less of a resident and more of a ghost, haunting the halls, even from when you first moved in. 

        You'd folded the clothes you'd chosen as tightly as you could, cramming them in the corner of the bag to create as much room as possible. 

        Phone. Charger. Water bottle. 

        The side pockets on the bag weren't very deep but they'd have to do.

        Toothbrush. Pocket knife. Wallet.

        You found yourself staring into the bag now, hands on either side of it. 

        Is there anything else I'm forgetting? I can't remember anything I'm supposed to pack whenever I pack.

        You wondered if it'd be mildly amusing if you had to turn back to grab something you forgot, ruining what, in your head, was supposed to be a dramatic goodbye to everything you knew and recognize. The smile faded off your face. Everything you knew. It'd been awhile since you'd been in contact with any of your friends, who had all drifted away when you'd began to isolate yourself. You were grateful for that now, meaning they wouldn't notice if you left without saying goodbye and it wouldn't stress them out that you were gone because...well in their heads, you were already gone in a way. 

        Deciding to take your mind off the bag so any other ideas of what you might need could pop up, you stepped away. Your heart nearly stopped when you thought you saw something outside the window--but a second glance and nothing showed up at all. Maybe a bird had flown past or something. When had you become so jumpy and paranoid?

        Oh yeah, since fucking forever. 

        Still, running a hand through your hair stressfully, you pushed back the fear. The lock on the window was still broken. A bit of a frown appeared on your face. Your gaze landed on the dresser off to the side of your room, against the wall. With a surprising amount of effort you didn't know you were capable of exerting, you managed to wedge yourself against the side of the dresser and the corner and slowly start to push it across the floor. A grunt of effort left you as you slowly made your way towards the window. When you finally had it pushed in front of the window, you could stand up straight and breathe a real sigh of relief. No one looking at you anymore. No one could come through.

        And when you said "no one" you actually meant him. 

        Feeling a new sort of determination, you returned to the bed, scooping everything that hadn't been packed yet up into your trembling arms and dumping them in the bag. You zipped it up and slung it over your shoulder before you had time to think again and start the process all over again. It'd already taken you about two nights to even work up the nerve to pull out the bag from your closet in the first place. 

        You didn't have a car but that wouldn't stop you. Nothing would. You had to get the hell out. Now. 

        If all went according to your plan, he wouldn't even know you were gone until it was too late. Too late to stop you, too late to find you ever again. The idea of suddenly disappearing had been in your head for a long, long time, even before you'd met him, actually. A sense of bitterness overcame you. He'd originally been the reason you'd stayed in this town. This town with all of its hellish memories and rooted trauma and indifferent people who'd look the other way when they saw bruises and marks on your face. But now he was the reason you were leaving. For real. 

        You reached for your phone, taking it off the nightstand and grasping it tightly in your hand. 

        You didn't look back at the room. You were never one for "one last look" or any of that. It only made leaving harder. You left the room, closing the door, hard. You kept your eyes to floor as you headed for the front door. No point in locking it as you left. You weren't coming back anyways. 

        And then, all you had to do was find a main road and start walking. It was only an hour or two before it turn into open road, into a main freeway, usually empty for the day. From there, you turned to the road, sticking up a thumb and biting the inside of your cheek as you waited, your other hand clenched tight at the strap of the bag on your shoulder. Many cars passed you by without what felt like a second glance or any hesitation, making you feel like even more of a ghost than you already were. 

        But then finally, finally, a semi truck pulled off to your side of the road. 

        Relief filled you as you stepped up to the passenger side, up onto the platform running along the side of the truck as the driver unlocked the door. You opened it and stepped inside, sitting down silently in the passenger seat, your bag gripped tightly in your lap. 

        You didn't care who was driving. You didn't care where you'd go next. You just needed to be gone.

        "Where ya' headed?" the driver asked.

        You didn't look at him. You only looked up to direct your gaze straight out the windshield. "Wherever you're going is good enough for me." 

        He seemed to laugh. "Well then, you're in for quite a long drive." 

        Your expression didn't falter. "All the better." 

        Lucky for you, the stranger wasn't much of a talker after that. He'd left you alone to stare off out the window, watching your surroundings streak by as you still processed your actions. You didn't know what was going to happen to you next, where you would end up next, or why. And that felt like a breath of fresh air to you. Being far away from that town, from that forest, from him already allowed you to breathe easier, with your whole chest, fully, for the first time in a long time. 

        You glanced down at your phone in your hand. 

        You opened the camera roll.

        You found the picture of you and him.

        And you looked at it for the briefest of seconds. Your face. Then his face. The calm before the storm. Weird to see it captured in pixels on your screen. 

        Your thumb tapped the delete button. 

        By nightfall, Toby made his rounds as he usually did, sneaking by your house, peering up towards your window to see if he was lucky enough to catch you asleep or maybe even pacing your room. You'd been pacing for the past few nights and he liked to watch to make sure you didn't hurt yourself or run into anything and fall over. Then he could swoop in and save you, just like he'd done in his head a million times over and you'd love him again.

        But this time, when he looked up through orange tinted lenses, he found with a flash of irritation that your window was being blocked by furniture. How dare you!? After he'd been patrolling your house and property for so long, keeping it safe from unwanteds and intruders. Were you not understanding of his efforts to make sure you were protected even if he was a little mad with you? 

        After staring at the blocked window he gave a simple shrug of his shoulders. Just because the windows were blocked didn't mean the door couldn't be forced open. For the longest time he'd been able to sneak around carefree in your house when you were sleeping--you apparently hadn't made a habit of locking your door, even before you met him. But recently, the door had been locked to his disappointment, and busting it down would have woken you up or startled you. But damn it'd been tempting to do it the past few nights just so he could see you again, just so he could talk to you and be in the same room as you.

        He missed you.

        And what if you were hurt and on the floor dying? He wouldn't be able to see because of the blocked window--that's what!

        That new, irrational idea lodged in his brain, Toby made a direct beeline for your front door. He tried the door before resorting to force, and found with a sort of eager surprise that it was unlocked and open--for him? Had you finally forgiven him? Was this your way of inviting him back inside to see you so you could patch things up with him? But then a sort of dread filled him when he recalled how uncommon it was nowadays for your door to be...just unlocked like that. Had something terrible really happened to you? 

        Frantically, Toby ran to your room, opening the door to that to. Nothing. The bed wasn't made, some clothes of yours still remained, but you were gone and so was your phone and a majority of your things. He couldn't help but snag a few clothing articles from your dresser, pushing them up to his masked face, bowing his head. He really did miss you. Your scent was one of the few things that brought him true, relaxing comfort anymore. He ended up tucking away a few garments in his jacket pocket before calling your name.

        No response.

        His panic growing, Toby began to search every room of the house. The more rooms he searched and the less results he came up with, the angrier he became. It was uncontrollable, burning in him. Eventually, letting out a cry of frustration, he smashed his fist into a wall, loud enough so that if you were hiding you could hear it.

        "You ca-can't f-fucking hide from m-me," he growled out, irritation dripping in his voice. 

        Once he finished searching the whole house as intensely as he could, he even made another round, just incase you were moving about when he wasn't paying attention. He sprung into random, different rooms, manically, unpredictably, hoping to catch you at the right moment. Obviously this little game of hide and seek of yours was growing increasingly annoying, but the idea that you were willing to play a game like this with him instead of hiding away in your room and screaming at him and making his ears hurt was already an upgrade. The silence wasn't exactly his cup of tea either. He just wanted to hear your voice--your normal voice.

        He called your name again. When there was no response, he smashed his fist into the wall once again before letting out a frustrated sigh.

        "(Y/N), c-come out right n-now or I swear t-to God, I'll burn this fu-fucking house down and f-fucking d-drag your burnt co-corpse from the ru-rubble mys-self," Toby threatened as a last attempt at coaxing you out of your hiding place. All he wanted to do was talk to you for God's sake, why were you making this so difficult? It never had to be like this...

        When there was no response, Toby felt less guilt and regret about what he was about to do. 

        You really had forced his hand...tragic for you. 

        Plan B.        

        Force you out. 

        He hated the fact that he had to use the lighter fluid he'd stolen the night before, just with this scenario in mind. He hated that he had to trace it around the house, leading it to what he decided would be the most flammable objects. He hated that he had to pull out his lighter and start flicking at it to get it to ignite. 

       He wouldn't call himself an arsonist by nature per se, but every time he gets to light something, anything, on fire he felt a familiar rush. He was sure it was pleasurable as well, judging by the way his heart skipped a beat as he raised a thin, beaten up kitchen towel to his flame before tossing it on the floor, right where it could reach the lighter fluid trail. 

        Toby turned and left the house briskly, taking cover in some nearby bushes where he could watch from a safe distance. Where the flames could reflect in his dark, hungry, angry eyes. 

        And there he waited.

[thecheshireprincess]

The Next Right Thing - I

Chapter I - Stay Alive

Summary: Emotional and intelligent Sav finds herself alone in a dark, empty version of Shibuya Crossing, with no idea how she got there. After realizing her phone is useless, and her trusty journal is nowhere to be found, she decides to keep doing the next right thing. Right now, she just has to stay alive - easy, right?

Content: Language, canon-typical violence, blood, eventual smut (will be tagged appropriately), the usual good stuff

Note: This story WILL eventually be Chishiya x OC, but it will take a tiny amount of time to build toward that for my impatient people, ily though

[Shocked would be an understatement. I pride myself on reading people, and I didn’t take this guy to be the type to 1) Say that many words to a complete stranger, or 2) Hand out his name to the same complete stranger. It crosses my mind that it could be a fake name, and I briefly start wondering if I should adopt a fake name too. I am already acting like a different person, maybe I could just be another person in this world.

Pushing my silly ramblings away, I find myself forcibly shaking his hand and saying “you can call me Sav” I pause briefly, “What did you mean by ‘stay alive’?”]

It was dark. A cold breeze blew around me as I stood stiffly in the intersection of the once (literally one second ago?) bustling Shibuya Crossing.

“What the fuck?” I wondered crassly out loud. My gut told me that it wasn’t just a power outage, because even the SKY is dark and I was certain it had just been the middle of the day. That also leaves the question about where all the people went – it would be seriously impossible for that many people to evacuate Tokyo within the blink of a eye. I shivered and felt my mind begin to race, yanking my lilac cardigan more tightly around my body, a nervous habit my other half always chastises. I miss him.

Against my better judgement, I pull my phone from the front pouch of my leather work bag, still slung on my forearm. Just as I somehow suspected, it had no power and would be useless in helping me decipher the mystery now laid before me. I reached again into the bag, fishing this time for the next best thing in my eyes; my emerald colored journal. I’ve kept a journal for as long as I can remember, dumping to do lists, emotions, thoughts, clues, EVERYTHING into the lined pages. Though I’m incredibly intelligent, my brain is busy and honestly filled with clutter. The best way I’ve found to keep the thoughts from completely capsizing me is to sort them out in paper and ink. I reach around the wide pocket, dodging my makeup bag and other random work odds and ends, only to realize that somehow my emotional support tool is missing. It must have gotten left on my nightstand in the rush out the door this morning.

I groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers, stressed. My mind began racing a million miles a minute, attempting to find a solution to this problem. In a matter of seconds, I could feel the panic rising in my chest. I knew I had to get a hold of the metaphorical spiral before it truly began, because this was neither the time nor place for all of that.

Taking a deep breath, I calmed my racing heart and fraying nerves in turn. “Just do the next right thing”, my favorite mantra repeats in my head over and over. What’s the next right thing when you’ve found yourself stuck alone in the dark, in hell? This might actually be hell. My inner monologue continues. At least get out of the middle of the street, I urged upon noticing I was still standing frozen in the intersection. If I wasn’t so confused and rapidly approaching panic, I would probably laugh at my stupidity.

And so, my agenda seemed obvious and simple in this darkened version of Tokyo; something I have long craved in the hustle and bustle of living a busy life.

Get out of the street – check!

Try to find other people

Stay alive

Easy, right?

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

I had no idea what a loaded task ‘stay alive’ was about to become in such a short amount of time, but as I stared up at the now flashing white sign above me, my gut warned that I would soon be yearning for the overflowing and so so boring to do list scrawled in my missing journal in the old world. The text on the sign indicated for players to go to the left, into what looked like an abandoned community center.

The next right thing, right . . . Find other people.

Assuming that the ‘players’ that the sign were referring to were indeed humans and not aliens or something worse, following its instructions seemed to be the best bet. This time I did laugh at myself, knowing that if he were here, he would mock me for even having such ridiculous thoughts. My mind drifted once again, back to this morning and the fight we had, over something so stupid no less. The pit in my stomach grew ten times larger at the thought that that could have been our last interaction.

I decide not to linger any further on those memories right now because they certainly weren’t going to serve me in a competitive setting. It looks like I have a game to play, after all! I steeled my resolve and forced myself into a face of composure. Though not here, or at least I hoped he wasn’t, something my other half could do for me is inspire the cold and emotionless façade I knew I wanted to enter the game arena with. I don’t know why, but my gut told me it was going to be crucial to my survival for me to do so.

Gathering my long black hair into a tight ponytail on the top of my head, I take a deep breath and feel my swirling thoughts and emotions settle. With my head up and shoulders back, I walk nonchalantly through the double doors of the community center, finally laying eyes on other people. A strange noise catches my attention momentarily as I pass through, but I choose to let it go rather than question it. Now is not the time.

To contain my excitement from finally seeing other humans exist in this world, we’re playing ice princess remember, I scan the surroundings instead. Along the far-right wall, I notice two card tables. One with two phones sitting on it, with a sign reading ‘One Per Person’. The other? Weapons. I feel my eyebrows raise involuntarily, but I maintain an otherwise composed look that I want to pat myself on the back for. They’re probably just prop weapons, anyway. Nothing to worry about. Picking up one of the remaining phones, it immediately began facial recognition; it was a little odd that a phone I’ve never touched or seen before recognized my face and knew my name. I was considering my options about whether to start asking questions to the people around me, but I startled upon hearing a cheerful robotic voice:

[There are currently 11 participants]

[Please wait until the game commences]

[Two minutes until registration closes]

I notice another person, our 12th participant, walk into the community center just as a voice behind me whispers “Are you new?”

I turn to make eye contact with a lanky young woman, probably close to my age with fiery red hair and a tanned face. She looks as if she’s seen some things since arriving here, but I still notice the zest for life she has sparkling in her hazel eyes. That’s somewhat reassuring.

“Uh, yeah I guess . . . This is my first time playing” I admit in a low tone, not really wanting the others gathered around the room to notice our interaction.

“Aren’t you going to ask what’s going on? Aren’t you curious where we are?” She presses me, and I start to feel slightly annoyed with her chattiness. I would normally be drawn to someone so forward, but I’m in the business of listening to my gut at this time, so I choose to push away instead.

“No. Not really,” I mutter under my breath, a lie, but still am proud for exuding my love’s personality pretty damn well if I do say so myself. I had made my decision – asking questions was not the next right thing in this moment. I take the opportunity that her shock afforded me to slip away, but accidentally run directly into what feels like a solid wall of brick.

I stumble back momentarily, losing my breath in surprise. Peering up at the muscular man - not brick wall - I notice his piercing gaze on me. He was the one that walked in just a minute ago, the last participant to join the game. Despite being a literal house, I didn’t feel particularly threatened by him, so I mumble a low apology for running into him and he grunts in response. I try to zip past to find somewhere else to stand while waiting for the game to commence, but he grabs my wrist before I can get away.

“I haven’t seen you before, I’m sure I’d remember eyes like yours” the house-like man tells me, still holding onto me. He has obviously taken note of my bright cerulean eyes and wrongly taken an interest. He would be so irritated . . .

I huff in annoyance, because I really am trying to keep a low profile. “This is my first game, but I’m trying not to broadcast that to the world, ya know” I whisper as sharply as I can muster.

The corners of the man’s mouth twitch up in a somewhat smile, I get the impression he spends most of his time not smiling. Lucky me, I’ve found another man with low emotional intelligence.

“Well then, princess. Just make sure you stay alive to see your second game. Shouldn’t be too challenging for a scrappy thing like you” he responds, “I’m Aguni”

Shocked would be an understatement. I pride myself on reading people, and I didn’t take this guy to be the type to 1) Say that many words to a complete stranger, or 2) Hand out his name to the same complete stranger. It crosses my mind that it could be a fake name, and I briefly start wondering if I should adopt a fake name too. I am already acting like a different person, maybe I could just be another person in this world.

Pushing my silly ramblings away, I find myself forcibly shaking his hand and saying “you can call me Sav” I pause briefly, “What did you mean by ‘stay alive’?”

Before Aguni can respond, the way too cheerful robotic voice sings out again –

[Registration is now closed]

[There is a total of 12 participants]

[The game will now commence]

[Difficulty: Nine of Hearts}

[Game: Underground Gathering]

[Rules: 3 players will act as persecutors, guarding the torch from the gatherers. The gatherers will attempt to gain access to the torch and gather safely around it in their designated sanctuary. Unlocked rooms are a safe haven for gatherers, but persecutors have free reign of the hallways and can capture gatherers that are running between safe spaces. Weapons are allowed]

[Clear Condition: Gatherers – Obtain access to the torch and have all remaining players gather around it in the sanctuary.

Persecutors – Prevent the gatherers from getting the torch and gathering, at all costs]

[Game Over: Gatherers receive a game over if they fail to bring their torch and all remaining members of the party to gather in the sanctuary within the time limit. Persecutors receive a game over if the gatherers succeed within the time limit]

[Time Limit: 2 hours]

My pulse was now pounding in my ears, deafeningly. I must have heard the robot wrong – weapons are allowed? I shake my head, I didn’t hear wrong, it makes sense. That’s why there’s a second table filled with weapons. My naïve brain tried telling me they were probably just props – HA. This really must be hell. Pull it together, Sav.

I try to catch my breath and think. The game itself doesn’t seem so bad. In fact, I feel an air of familiarity about it, probably something to do with a game I played with my friends as a child. I feel a wave of optimism rush over my skin – as long as I am playing as a gatherer, in the majority, I should be just fine. The worst position to be in in a game like this would be on the persecutor side. They have to do all the “capturing” and most likely killing of the gatherers. I’m not certain I’m cut out for killing. Not that I want to die at the hands of one of these people, either . . . As I extract myself from my thoughts and look around the room, I feel my optimism deflate a bit. Every single face looks like they’ve seen a ghost, and a girl that is probably no older than 16 has started crying.

Just as I’m about to open my mouth to console her or do something, the lights in the building flicker and go out completely. All of the players’ phones ding simultaneously, and I know that our roles have just been distributed. Praying to absolutely anyone that will listen, I glance down to see the writing on the screen,

[You are a persecutor. Get the torch, choose a weapon, and head to the cafeteria as your start position]

Well, fuck.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

[crustaceannn]

performance over. we sucked. I am sweaty. kill me now.

but I think we could make it through all of the greetings and praise, taking turns trailing behind each other as people we know stop to talk.

I smile and nod, still red and jittery, desperately hoping the scratchy shirt collar keeps those spreading purple marks covered. the whole time I have a hand behind you, fingers hooking through one of your beltloops as you, being a lot bigger and a lot more noticeable, lead most of the way through the crowd, looking for any place that isn't filled with guests or wringed out performers trying to get their stuff and leave.

ofcorse, there's a few empty halls, the ones that don't hold any of the important rooms for the occasion. there's always the bathrooms that don't lock, the storage rooms where all the locks are the same.

I struggle against the top two buttons of my shirt one handed as I look around, semi frantic. once we're stopped, catching our breath and trying to mentally map out whatever we can, I try my luck with the nearest classroom door. that familiar metallic click is heard as the door very surprisingly opens. it takes less than a second for me to decide to pull you in with me, grabbing a handful of whatever fabric is loose enough to grab.

the class is dark, only lit from the windows into the hallway. we can see the outline of eachother, barely a facial expression, but we both have a pretty good gauge on how we're both feeling right now, anyway.

I'm holding my breath as I push myself up on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around your neck and maneuvering you down into a harsh, messy kiss—the kind that pushes my glasses out of place. I pull you as close as I can, our teeth clanking when I make too sudden of a shift.

I'm panting when I pull away, letting my hands fall to the soft part on either side of your waist. I lean my head against your chest, catching any sort of air I can in the stagnantce of the empty room.

"God, what do we do now? we can't stay here, can we?"

I blacked oyt when I wrote this because it is NOT supposed to be that long. also I'm so sorry I'm 5'2(although i have friends that insist im 5'1 on a good day), you're going give yourself some sort of back pain kissing me.🦴

I'm sure it wasn't too bad! The detail of the belt loop and then the really awkward frantic kissing are just absolutely so well done

My hands would find their ways to your head and back, pulling you closer into, desperate to feel your body against mine.

"Fuck, I mean. God yeah. Bad idea. I mean, literally anyone could find us in here." My hand on your back starts to move, slowly massaging you and slowly running down your side, then back up to your back.

"But y'know, the day is already over right? Who'd still be in the classrooms?"

The hand in your hair moves to the side of your face, and I move your head gently off of me. There is only a few seconds of pause as you see my silhouette move to look down at you, body still pressed into me.

"I'm sure if we're quiet we could... Y'know. Just for a little bit." There is a small pause, a moment of tension like waiting for the starter pistol to go off at the beginning of a race. Even in the dark you know that I'm staring at you, trying to absorb every bit of detail I can in the pitch black classroom. All I'm waiting for is a command, one or two words that would give me permission to kiss you, to touch you. There is no sound in the room but our heavy breathing and the distant echoes of engines starting up in the parking lot.

I need this.

[hispipsqueak]

Step dad Bokuto walking in on his extremely innocent stepdaughter trying but failing to touch herself so he steps In to teach her and eventually teaches “daddy’s little girl” how to take his cock.

This is while her mom is away on a 2 month “business trip”

Thanks for the request! <3 - Pip

TW: STEPCEST, DDLG, F!Reader x Stepdad Bokuto, cheating, unprotected sex, oral, innocent virgin reader, a lot of Daddy Owl/baby owl stuff. Dark content (stepcest)

Everyone is 18+ - smut under the cut

He really didn't mean to walk in.

Koutaro Bokuto was up late, his wife, away on a long business trip, and it was just you, his cute little stepdaughter, and him in the big house and you had gone up to bed a while ago.

He heard a noise, a whimpering sort of sound and his eyes widened. It sounded like it was coming from your room. His hand reached your doorknob.

"Mmh…kuh…" You sounded frustrated and sad and your mumbling made his heart ache. He opened the door slowly, trying not to scare you 

What he saw made his jaw drop. 

You, his sweet little baby owl, furiously rubbing at your cute little pussy, eyes closed with a determined look on your face. His golden eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties and he felt himself salivating at the thought of tasting the sweet nectar on his tongue.

He stepped closer, the door clicking shut behind him and your eyes opened. Tears filled them as your lips trembled.

"Daddy I-"

"Shh…it's okay, my baby owl. Let daddy take care of you."

That's what daddies do for their little girls, that's what he tells himself as he runs his finger across the damp fabric clinging to your cunt. They take care of their babies, he thinks as he kisses away your frustrated tears. Your scent is intoxicating, sweet and soft and it envelops him as he gets into your bed, the bedposts creaking with his large frame.

His fingers slid under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and he pocketed them for later, his thumb rubbing over the wetness from your attempts. Your face burned as he ran a finger over your puffy pussy lips, dipping ever so slightly to gather the wetness that drooled out of you.

Your breaths were short and your body tense and he slowed down, looking into your wide eyes.

"Have you done this before, baby owl?"

Shaking your head, you mumbled a soft no, embarrassed and he felt his cock stiffen.

Fucking hell you were so innocent. At your age, this was surprising but, fuck was he grateful to be the one who got to please you. 

"Don't be embarrassed sweetheart. Daddy can teach you. You want daddy to make you feel good?"

Nodding furiously, you were too needy to be embarrassed. As his fingers settled into you, you found yourself grinding against them. They were so thick, so much bigger than your fingers and he chuckled softly at how you tried to push them deeper inside you.

"Careful, my pretty little owlet." His breath was hot in your ear as he sank his fingers into your cunt. The stretch was uncomfortable at first but you were so desperate, humping at his hand, that the intensity soon blossomed into needing more of him. 

"Daddy, please." You whimpered, gasping as he toyed with your clit.

"Tell me how it feels, baby girl. Let daddy hear you." He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as his fingers continued their ministrations on your pussy. He was now two fingers deep inside of you, your soft walls enveloping him, squeezing them like a vise. Each thrust of his hand had you gripping him, not wanting him to leave you empty from being filled by him.

Your moans were music to his ears. He was desperate to make you feel good, make you cum on his hands, his tongue, his cock. He needed you in every way, needed to show you how good it could feel. 

Sliding his fingers out of you, he slipped them into his mouth. Fuck you tasted delicious, sweeter than he could have imagined. You clenched around nothing, whimpering as you attempted to pull his hand back to your wanting pussy. 

"Let me taste you baby. Let Daddy make you feel good, okay? Just focus on feeling good." His voice faded away and you opened your eyes to see his head bent towards your glistening cunt as he gently lapped at your slit. His tongue felt incredible, dipping into where his fingers were just moments ago and you found yourself rocking against his face as he slurped at your juices.

The sounds were lewd and wet and you blushed at the noise but his strong arms gripped your hips holding you to his mouth before you could even think about pulling away. 

"You taste so good, baby owl." The vibrations of his voice made your cunt clench and your fingers tugged at his grey hair, wanting more and more of him. "That's it baby, grind on daddy's face. Fuck, you are so perfect." His voice was muffled and his tongue circled your clit.

Sparks danced in your brain and you cried out. He sucked on the bundle of nerves again and your thighs shook. "No, daddy! 'ts too much! I'm gonna-"

"It's okay baby. Let go. Let me taste all of your sweetness. Let go all over daddy's face." His tongue swirled faster over your clit and you wanted to cry and scream over how overwhelming it felt. You weren't used to this, had no idea what this was and felt like your whole body would explode. Your thighs clenched around his head and you felt the air escape your lungs as you cried out, gushing on Bokuto's face.

"That's it baby, oh fuck, so good." He said, slurping your juices. "Oh my god, what a perfect little girl." He was so intent on drowning in every last drop you gave him. You were so sweet, so innocent, such a good girl for your Daddy.

He slid up next to you, placing a soft kiss on your flushed face. His lips were sticky with your arousal and he held you in his arms. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He prodded your mouth open wider, slipping his tongue inside and you felt so loved and desired by your daddy, could feel how much he wanted you. His hard cock pressed against your side and you looked up at him, eyes wide. 

"Daddy, I wanna make you feel good." Your hands reached for his cock through his joggers and it felt so big through the thin fabric. Your fingers could barely wrap around it and he hissed at your touch.

"Fuck, baby owl. Daddy will go slow okay?" He mumbled, desperately freeing his cock and pressing the head to your waiting hole. You could feel the tip prod against you and your body tensed at the sheer girth of it. 

"You can take it baby. You can be a good girl for Daddy." He whispered before sliding into you. The stretch was intense but you were blinded by sheer pleasure. His cock bullied it's way inside you, each vein throbbing against your tight, gummy walls as he slowly fucked into you.

"Oh fuck, god, baby owl. You take daddy so fucking well. This tight little pussy was made for Daddy's cock." He groaned out, fucking you faster as his hands pawed at your tits. Your body squeezed him so well and he could feel your cunt throb when his fingers brushed your sensitive nipples. He was rocking into you, his heavy balls slapping at your ass with every thrust, your bed creaking with the movement and he wanted to die buried in your pussy, fucking you for eternity. 

"So much, daddy. 'ts so big." Your cries were angelic and spurred him on more. 

"You can take it, baby owl. Such a good little girl for Daddy, taking all of his cock. This pussy belongs to Daddy. Only Daddy." His voice was ragged as he fucked into you, his last few braincells focused on fucking you deeper and harder, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock. You were his precious, sweet baby owl. He would take care of you forever and bury himself in your sweet pussy every night. His balls tightened at the thought of taking you as his every night, losing himself in your perfect little cunt and draining him dry, his perfect little girl taking such good care of her daddy owl.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum so hard inside you. Let me fill you up, baby owl. Take all of Daddy." He panted and your legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers moved to circle your clit and your body tightened around him, causing him to lose his mind. He fucked dumbly into you a few times before an explosion of hot, sticky cum filled you to the brim. 

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck baby girl." His voice was hoarse as he filled you up, small pools of your mixed cum spilling onto his balls. He slid out, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you.

"Such a good little owlet."

[angellayercake]

The Diary of Cardinal Terzo

When the Cardinal had asked for your help to tidy up his office, you had thought it was maybe just an excuse to get you alone. He had plenty of reasons to ask for assistance, with his notoriously packed schedule. He took confessions, taught classes, met regularly with other senior clergy members, and had an almost constant pile of paperwork to be completed. It was a wonder he had time for anything else and yet he did. Because if he wasn’t to be found doing any of his endless tasks he was otherwise occupied with an equally endless list of lovers. In his rooms, in the dorms, in the chapel, in the gardens, in dark alcoves and not so dark alcoves, even once in the kitchen. So you couldn’t be blamed for thinking perhaps it was your turn to get better acquainted with the Abbey’s favourite Cardinal. You had only been right about one thing however, you were alone, entirely alone with cupboards and boxes and piles to sort through. He hadn’t even been here when you arrived, all that had greeted you was a note. 

You had done as he had asked. You had tidied the desktop first, sorting through the completed and as yet unfinished paperwork, the stationary tray had been emptied, cleaned and restocked and you had moved on to the drawers. There was, a lot, you found as you pulled it open the overstuffed contents came spilling out, hundreds of receipts and notes and assorted things. You did not envy whoever would be reconciling his expenses this year but scooped them all into a folder so at least they would be together even if they were in disarray. The second drawer is much the same as you sort through the contents setting aside the more personal items. A dog-eared photo of him and his brothers is pushed right to the back but rather than neglect the soft creases make you think it has been handled regularly so you lean it up against the base of his desk lamp while you work. When you get to the bottom drawer you slam it shut almost immediately, not wanting to take the time to discern if the pants inside were used or not. He could think again if he thought you would sort through his trophy collection but with that side done you moved on to the other. The top drawer is surprisingly already tidy, filled with neatly sorted writing supplies, a pile of his monogrammed paper and envelopes, and a collection of sealing wax and stamps. The second drawer down is tidier still containing only a beautifully embossed black and gold diary.

You shouldn't look really, probably, but he had trusted you with his panty collection so a little snoop at his schedule wouldn't hurt would it? Maybe you would even find out when he would be returning so you could greet him with a little surprise. With that in mind you open the cover turning through the first gilded pages until you get to 1st of January. But instead of a list of meetings and engagements you found what appeared to be his journal. You hesitate for a moment but then the subject of his writing catches your attention and your curiosity gets the better of you.

A challenge has been set! As the time ticked over from the old year to the new I found myself most pleasurably occupied. Sister Elouise was below me and Bishop Necropolitus, well he was exactly where I like him.The combination of her tight wet cunt and his thick cock had even my considerable carnal stamina at its limits when she uttered something that almost sent me over the edge then and there. 'Fill me up Cardinale,' she moaned as I thrust into her. 'Oh he liked that Sister.' Necropolis responded having felt the way I involuntarily responded to her words. I tried to pause, to delay the inevitable but he took control of the situation, fucking into me hard and in turn forcing me deeper into Elouise. It was exquisite. 'Would you like to be filled as well Emeritus?' He panted into my nape.'Begin the year as you mean to go on. Creampies to honour our Lord, maybe you will even make it to 666 Cardinale?' I was too far gone to comprehend if he was only joking but as we three came together in perfect grinding friction the idea took root. What better way to lead our congregation in the favoured Sin of Lust? And of course I should record my efforts for posterity. May all future Cardinales follow in my footsteps!

Somehow you had stumbled upon the Cardinal's sex diary and what a read it was and only the first day. This did at least shed some light on his packed social schedule. If he was going to meet his target of 666 he would need to, you paused doing some slow mental maths, 1.8 cream pies a day! And now you were more than intrigued, was he on target to hit his goal? The only way to find out was to read on. Looking around you decide you have been productive enough to earn a break so you get comfortable in his leather desk chair and turn to the next page. 

So ever since reading this the idea of Cardinal Terzo and his 666 cream pies has been circulating in my brain and I knew I had to use it for something. To celebrate the follower milestone I've just hit and to thank you all for being here I thought maybe we could have a look into Cardinal Terzo's 2014 diary, the year before he became Papa and have a read about some of his cream pie related escapades. I would love for people to request a date (and drop any details you want included e.g pronouns, names, kinks, positions etc etc as long as he is coming in something or having something coming in him I'm counting it as a cream pie.) Send it in an ask or send me a DM and let's see if Cardinal Terzo managed to hit his target!! (One last quick disclaimer I know this is the farthest thing from safe sex but let's pretend in this universe there is a special secret satanic sti and pregnancy protection just for fun) 

[tatakaebomb]

Hello! I’m new so I hope I’m doing this request right. May I request Ash to do a hard dom!Timeskip!Kageyama x y/n where y/n was being bratty in public and he snapped and took his anger out on y/n? (The use of daddy would be nice but if you’re uncomfortable with that, then it’s okay!) please and thank you! (Btw I read both your guys’ work and I’m in love with it!)

Hi. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a long fic or a smut. If you want me to rewrite this I’ll be more than happy, send another ask and I’ll prioritise it. Sorry if it’s not what u wanted.

- ash

tw : breeding, unprepped, punishment, ass spanking, exhibitionism, sadism, mean dom! kageyama, orgasm denial, cream pie, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 0.65k

‘What the fuck did I say to you?!’

‘I said I’m sorry- fuck- ‘ you whine. Head slammed harsh on the bathroom sink, fingers clawing and gripping at the marble. Your face was smashed down, cheek squashed and eyes beginning to tear up from the restraint of breath. Kageyamas cock was so deep inside of you, you were so full and aching for him it was almost painful.

‘You know I fucking hate it when you act up, especially not infronta the paparazzi. You tryna fuck up my reputation? Is that it?!’ Pushing you further, you bobbed out a sob, a harsh thrust of his hips sending his cock right into your g-spot.

‘N-no daddy, stop I’m s-sorry’

‘You should’ve thought of that before’

-

‘Tobio, I said let’s go!’ Tugging at your boyfriends arm, you made no attempt to try hide his identity. All you wanted was a pancake.

‘Y/N stop. You know what’s gonna happen if they find out I’m here’

‘So? Don’t you care about your girlfriend!’ You jump, slamming your hands down at the table and getting annoyed at him.

Truth be told you knew what you were doing, being so aggy and spoilt in public. You could see the grit of tobio’s teeth from every word spat out of your mouth. The temper of him wrapping higher and higher.

And it didn’t stop there, from the meal to shouting his name out in clothes shops. Swarms of paparazzi flooding around him on his ONE day off. Sure you felt a bit bad but, nothing compared to what your gonna feel like after kageyama is done with you

And that’s how you ended up, pushed in some random public toilet, bent over, throat choked out by his long fingers and clothes ripped off in an instant. Unprepped pussy quickly fucked into and ass whooped and spanked.

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‘TOBIO!’ You cried out, his hands grabbing at your hair, pulling it tightly. The flesh of your ass slapping against his thighs as you sob and cry, small hands wrapping at the tap aimlessly for some sort of help.

‘D-don’t FUCKING call me that, fuck- I don’t even know if your worthy of being my girlfriend at this point-‘

‘I’m sorry daddy- I’m so sorry- I- fuckkk-‘

Your mind was so dumb, so empty, mouth blabbering off and drool building up at the side of your mouth. Harsh spanks and slaps sent to your loose skin, thighs marked up, scratched. Kageyama was furious, and you weren’t going home till you were passed out.

Skin red and bruised, purple marks tatted up your neck and back. Tits and nipples erect under the cold textile you were forced on. Slick building up at your core from how fast he were fucking you right now.

‘Your so wet- Is this what you want? Want me to fuck this pussy s-so fucking hard I breed you-‘

A loss of words built him up more. Grabbing your throat and pulling you up, back arched into an aching, painful angle, face stained with dragged mascara and lipstick, eyes red and tear stained.

‘SAY IT!’

‘YES- YES PLEASE- please…’

And that didn’t stop him, he still continued to pull you up to his chest, clapping and wet noises filling the room. Your pussy tired and sore from his huge erect cock, long vein pounding into his g spot and red puffy clit untouched and teased. His hot cum spurting into you, but before you could finish, he pulled out and slammed you back down. Warm breath coming to tickle at your ear.

‘If you think you get to cum your fucking insane- get on your fucking knees and don’t say a word…’

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