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6gumi · 21 days

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blessed by the heavens above!

synopsis ﹒ jujutsu kaisen men and their tittie obsession !

pairings ﹒ satoru gojo 、suguru geto 、choso kamo 、kento nanami 、ryomen sukuna ( implications of heian form ! ) 、toji fushiguro x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. tits, tits, tits ! ! ! 、titplay 、body worship ( ? ) 、established relationships ( ? ) 、petnames ( pretty thing 、princess 、reader referred to as “girl” once, etc ) 、titsucking 、size difference 、fingering ( sukuna only ) 、 toji called “daddy” once 、 jujutsu kaisen men n’ their luv for titties . . . | tag ! @diorsbrando

note﹒BACK W/ THE JJK WRITINGS ! ! YAAAAY ! ! coughs coughs wrote this while i was sickies . . . (again) i kept sniffling & sniffing each word i wrote down cries . . . i hope i didn’t make too many mistakes :> | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you want to talk to me or send thirsts / requests, feel free to send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

gojo was having a rough day . . . the higher ups giving him an earful here and there . . . and exorcizing curses left and right, he was exhausted, so it was almost obvious how he was gonna relax for the entire night ! by laying on your chest ! “i’m gonna take it off now, kay?” his large hands ran through the silky piece of fabric covering your entire body. his beautiful eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest, appreciation clear in his gaze. he licked his lips, unable to resist reaching out and lightly grazing his fingers over your skin, a low hum rumbling in his throat. "fuck . . . now that's what I'm talking about," he says, his voice husky with desire. "damn, angel. your tits are absolutely perfect, just like you." with a mischievous glint in his eye, your exhausted boyfriend leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling it gently before releasing it with a pop . . smirking up at you before latching his mouth back onto your nipple.

shit, he loved your tits, he’d ways pay attention to its warmth, and how it felt within his wet mouth. his mouth nearly watering as he struggled to contain his excitement. gojo’s teeth lazily bit at your nipple, trying to be as gentle as possible . . . breathing heavily through his nose trying to maintain some semblance of control amidst the temptation of your body. you were so small compared to him, yet here he was suckin’ and biting at your nipples . . practically crushing your body from below. despite that, his eyes never left their prize, you. reaching out, he brushed a thumb over one taut nipple of yours . . . earning a sharp gasp. “you make me wanna touch, taste, and explore every inch of you, princess.” the sorcerer spoke playfully, squeezing gently. “can we do this every time i come home?”

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

suguru’s heart swelled as he watched you curl up next to him, he needed your warmth and you were giving him just that. the soft whimpers you made . . . drove him to the edge. the room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow from the fairy lights strung around the windows, casting a rosy hue on the soft sheets and fluffy pillows surrounding you both. gently, suguru traced his fingers along the smooth curve of your hip, drawing lazy circles that made you squirm ever so slightly. despite that, it was a simple pleasure, but it brought him immense joy to see the effect he had on his adorable girlfriend. the sorcerer leaned in closer, whispering into your ear . . . bringing his voice down to a low yet soft whisper as his breath tickled your delicate skin. "see? you’re doing so well, bun," your boyfriend cooed softly, his voice full of warmth and affection. “hm . . . were these things always this cute?”

“your body’s divine, i could look at it for eternity.” suguru examined your tits, he was almost . . . fascinated with how they look. god, how did he not notice their beauty until now? with a tender smile, your boyfriend began to play with your ample breasts, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples as he watched your pretty face contort in pure pleasure. “yeah . . . my darling likes that, hm?” he could feel his dick pressing against it’s confines as he grunted, squeezing at your pretty breasts even harder than before. “. . . s—sugu . . .” a soft murmur left your lips, your teary eyes gazing up at him. “ . . ‘squeezin’ too hard, sugu . .” “lovely . . . if you say that, i can guarantee that i’ll squeeze these pretty things even harder than i already am. so keep that pretty mouth shut and let ‘sugu do all the work, got it?”

୨୧ CHOSO KAMO

“ . . . baby,” choso’s low voice reverberated through the room, his stare sweet and gentle as he pinched your nipple against his thumb. his own eyes were wide at the display of your breasts, a shiver of desire coursed through him . . . swallowing a lump in his throat as he could feel his dick beginning to swell, pressing against the fabric of his pants. "they’re so beautiful . . “ choso murmured, his voice thick with need for you, the sight was too much. unknowingly licking his lips, he brought your other breast to his mouth, sucking on the nipple and teasing it with his tongue. the cursed spirit’s fingers trailed downwards to your sides, teasing the edge of your panties . . . his grip tightening, almost urging you to rock against him, to feel the length of his erection.

"you’re a good girl," choso praised, his fingers lightly tracing over the curves of your breasts nonstop. he was addicted to the feeling . . . the feeling of your sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine. choso leaned in once more, his lips finding your other nipple, licking and sucking gently, watching as you arched into the touch. "you’re a good girl for letting me see these beautiful things . . . so damn hot," choso bit down gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. choso knew the real remedy for your heat; a good, deep pounding from his throbbing cock. but yet . . . he wanted your breasts . . he wanted to give them his attention, worship them. you always knew he had a thing for titties . . . but tonight, he let his obsession shine through even more. your nipples peaked under the gentle pressure, and the sight sent a surge of arousal coursing through his body. “so pretty, baby . . . such pretty tits you have . .”

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

nanami’s grip tightens on your arm, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he’s been waiting for this, for you. he’s been away from you for too long, a dreadful feeling of irritation was running through his veins and you noticed that. “you . . . okay, ken?” your husband sighs, hauling you onto his lap, the heat from his body seeping through you. you’re smaller than him, and he loves that. it makes him feel good. nanami’s hand cups your breast, kneading it roughly through the fabric. " . . . i’m just exhausted, princess," he cooed slowly, his voice thick with desire. “just . . . just wanna taste you tonight.” nanami had never imagined himself as the type to be so impulsive, but now here he was, unable to resist the pleasure that awaited him, the irresistible joy of feeling your pretty tits he loved so much against his hands.

“ . . . you’re beautiful.” nanami’s heart raced as he feasted on the sight of you infront of him, he was a man who had never allowed himself such indulgences, but now, in this moment, he found he could no longer resist. lowering his head, your husband tenderly kissed each of your swollen nipples, his hands gently massaging the flesh that surrounded them. your whines grew more insistent and adorable, prompting nanami to do more than he should. the sound of your whine was like music to his ears, sending a thrill down his spine as he leaned down . . . lips brushing against your other nipple, nibbling softly. “pardon me for my ignorance, sweetheart . . . i just needed you so much today. you’re so beautiful . . . it drives me absolutely crazy. these tits . . . so irresistible.”

୨୧ RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna reveled in the warmth of your body against his own. the feel of your soft yet delicious flesh beneath his fingertips sent electric shock down his spine. sukuna roughly squeezed one of your breasts, marveling at its firmness. “m—more please . .” you muttered against his chest, the curse’s large hand slid further down, fingers probing between your legs as the wetness he discovered sent a surge of excitement coursing through him. “. . . impatient girl.” the king of curses slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling the tight warmth enveloping his fingers. “you’re a needy slut, you know that?” he scoffs, his fingers in and out of your pretty pussy gently. As he did so, he leaned in closer, “here you are . . . begging me for more. just wait ‘till i fuck this slutty pussy of yours ‘till all you see are stars,”

sukuna’s fingers worked expertly, chuckling lowly at your sweet whines while his other arms held your thighs, keeping your pretty legs spread for him “pathetic . . . ‘s like you’re easy to break.” his fingers danced further as his thumb circled your clit while the others plunged in and out of your cunt, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "just look at these tits . . .” with each syllable of his words he spoke, his digits gradually worked faster, latching his mouth right on your nipples . . . transitioning between sucking, nipping, teasing. the king of curses could feel the heat of your desire, and he wanted to be the one to quench it. “so fuckin’ small . . . even your pussy can’t take my fingers.”

୨୧ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"do’ya like this, doll?" toji’s way of relieving his stress is getting a small ‘lil squeeze of your tits ! or . . . perhaps more than that. his cruel gaze glanced down at your smaller stature, a cocky grin on his lips as he was practically looming over you. toji’s hand slid down your figure, digits dipping between your legs, stroking your wetness. “tell me you want this. tell me you want me." his hands roamed over your entire body, his touch confident and bold as he explored you willingly beneath his body. "damn, you're even more amazing than i imagined," he whispered into your ear, “ . . . might ‘hafta keep ya. don’t want other morons stealin’ ya, doll-face.” toji’s smirk widened as he gently stroked your hair, relishing in the sight of your precious expressions. it was intoxicating to him, this vulnerability that you endured had him in a chokehold.

“always wondered how these pretty tits tasted, baby. guess i should have a ‘lil taste myself tonight,” toji’s frame leaned even closer, looming over yours. “c’mon sweet girl, let daddy take care of you," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before he began to lick and nibble, lapping up the sweet taste of your skin . . his thumb circling with increasing speed as your moans grew louder, more desperate. “fuck, pretty-dolly . . . yer tits are drivin’ me crazy.” toji’s low voice rumbled against his chest, his free hand gripping your hip as he held you firmly in place. “c’mere. sit on my lap, pretty thing . i can give ya somethin’ else to moan and whine about.”

#millie’s writings ✔︎#this took so long . . had 2 repost !#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #toji smut #choso smut #geto smut #geto x reader #nanami smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #gojo smut #toji x reader #choso x reader

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oh-katsuki · 5 months

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it's been a really long time since i wrote porn for porn's sake. here u go. it's alpha nanami :)) i don't have a title for it oops

cw: alpha!nanami, omega!reader, a/b/o, breeding, knotting, heat and rut cycles, dubcon on both sides, fingering, cohabitation, taboo, protective nanami, i feel like there is a slight primal kink in here, light dacryphilia,

wc: 3.1k

nanami didn't mean to take in a stray, but that's sort of how it happened. you're staying with him until a particularly careless friend helps to find a suitable living arrangement for you. nanami really isn't sure how it became his problem, but he'd feel awful if he'd told satoru no and left you without somewhere to go, no matter how against living with an omega he is.

frankly, nanami doesn't support the idea of alphas and omegas living together. he thinks it's a bit perverse. there's far too much at risk and the situation can become dangerous if it's the wrong pairing. sure, sometimes it works out. the better of his kind (of which he considers himself to be) give the necessary space and resist the temptation, but the others... take it too far. it'd be easier for you to live with a beta, and nanami wonders why satoru didn't first go to one of them. maybe your pheromones are weak and satoru isn't worried. that's probably why he hadn't noticed them when satoru first brought you by to ask if it'd be okay.

he knows that second gender is a spectrum. some alphas and omegas hardly emit any pheromones at all, even during heat and rut cycles. nanami thinks he likely falls into this category, seeing as he's never been particularly tempted by an omega and very few have ever been all too tempted by him, but it's a gamble. it's—frankly—unethical to ask this of him and though nanami knows that he should have said no, something in his good nature compelled him to say yes.

you've weak pheromones too, he thinks. he, of course, can feel them to a degree, but seeing as you mostly keep to yourself, it's hardly a problem in the first few weeks. frankly, the most tempting thing about you is that you're beautiful. you seem to have an almost standoffish air about you, proud and dignified, with a preference towards a more solitary and observant lifestyle. most of the day, the two of you hardly even see each other, going about your lives entirely separately only to settle into the same house for bed at night.

you don't say much when you're home. in fact, nanami would wonder if you could speak at all if it weren't for the conversations he hears you having on your phone and the little laughs or eyerolls you give in response to his comments. there's understanding there, but it's silent and you hardly ever dignify nanami's words or invitations with a response. maybe you're airing on the side of caution. he wouldn't blame you if you are. so, for the next two weeks the two of you coexist without so much as a hello between you both, silently sharing a space. you stay out of the way and nanami pretends that he isn't slightly unsettled by your constant proximity and the creeping feeling that you don't really like him all too much.

"they're a little difficult," says gojo over the phone. "kinda standoffish and really smart."

"so i've noticed," nanami responds. "i can't say i blame them though. you've put us in a weird spot."

"oh, nanamin, i know you well enough to know that you wouldn't lay a hand on them even if they begged," satoru laughs. "and they really might."

nanami grimaces at satoru's statement.

"i still don't understand why it had to be me," nanami says flatly. "you could have called ijichi. it'd probably be safer."

"how noble," satoru snickers, "but i trust you. hang in there a few more weeks. we've been working on securing an apartment for them and once we do, they'll be out of your hair. you're an angel for letting them stay." he sing-songs into the receiver. nanami holds it away from his ear.

"sure," he says. "it's not really much trouble... it's just.."

"that they're an omega. i get it. stay strong or whatever lol," satoru laughs. "unless of course, you really like them."

nanami huffs and hangs up the phone. satoru's got a good head on his shoulders, but he knew where that conversation was going. satoru was likely to say something about your heat cycle and nanami, being an optimist in cases like these, hopes silently that it won't come for another two weeks. he knows he could ask, but he worries about coming across as something of a creep. nanami is a little orthodox in the sense that he believes alphas and omegas should be separate for this reason exactly. suppressants exist but they don't always work and though nanami has sense about him, he's always had an insecurity about the kind of monster his second gender could make him. it sets him at ease a little that your pheromones appear as weak as they are.

you round the corner into the living room, standing just on the far end of the room. you're wearing pajamas, but you seem to feel no need to cover yourself or hide any perceived indecency. nanami glances at you, making a point to avoid looking at the shape of your body. it's inviting and you look at him for a moment with a small smile before raising one single eyebrow and letting out a low huff of air. nanami decides that you'd heard his conversation and he watches you shake your head as you move to the kitchen to peruse what he has. your hips, swaying slightly with each step, draw his attention to the curve of your ass and he feels ashamed for even having looked.

you're beautiful, that's certain. even the way you move is beautiful. nanami has eyes enough to see that. something stirs inside of you when he speaks, wordless recognition, maybe amusement or irritation, and vice versa. regardless, it's beautiful and nanami finds that the longer you're here the more he has to swallow it down.

you seem to get a little uncomfortable if nanami has people over, even for a moment. not that you've ever said anything about it, but you appear set on edge when he does so in the following weeks, it leads him to not bring anyone over at all. he can't bear the idea of making you uncomfortable. for as little as you've spoken to him since you've been here, nanami finds that he's grown rather fond of you. if things continue this way, he should hate it when you leave. admittedly though, he's looking forward to it a little. nanami feels that you're... a temptation. one he can't really seem to overcome.

one evening, you sit down in the living room with him. it draws his attention to look at you.

"i'm not mean, you know," you say flatly.

nanami is astounded to hear the cadence of your voice so clearly and without prompt. he can only offer a nod in return.

"i'm just picky," you continue, shifting in your seat as if you're made uncomfortable by the way you're sitting. "i have to be, being the way i am and all."

"i understand. i'm not offended," nanami says. "but some people would probably call that rude."

you smile at him, coy and delicate. "would you?"

"maybe," he offers. "if the circumstances were different."

nanami clears his throat, furrowing his eyebrows at your body language. something's off and he wonders if maybe your cycle has begun. he shifts on the couch and turns his full attention to you.

you move over to him and sit just adjacent to his leg. something in him stirs, primal and unrecognizable. you've never been this close and he only now notices that you smell nice, like something light and fresh.

nanami feels his chest stir. "this is the most you've ever said to me, i think."

"sorry," you say.

"don't be," he responds.

this conversation is awkward. it's loaded. it's like a conversation between two people who can't exchange more than a few words without experiencing intense sexual tension. he clears his throat.

"i need your help," you mumble, shifting closer. he knows what you're implying.

"i can't help you," nanami responds through gritted teeth.

"please," you say, standing slowly. you linger in front of him for a moment before reaching out and slowly straddling his legs. nanami flinches as you settle on him, pausing for a moment to breathe. "touch me."

you place your head against his shoulder, fingers grabbing his shirt as if you're agitated. the skin of your cheek is warm against his collarbone and he can feel your hair against his jaw. you twitch lightly when you touch him. carefully, he places a large hand on your head. your whole body flinches, unbelievable warmth soaking into his skin.

you feel like you have a fever and the next time you raise your head, your eyes have gone glassy, face darker. your lips are wet and lightly parted and a layer of sweat covers your forehead.

"not like that," you say, something needy creeping into your voice.

nanami, against his better judgement, rests his hands on your waist. you shudder under his touch and he slowly strokes the exposed skin of your sides with his fingers. trailing the pads of them against raised goosebumps on your skin. between your legs, he can feel heat. he knows you're wet and he knows what you want. nanami isn't sure he can give it to you, he's unsure that he should. it's not illegal, but he feels that it's wrong. something about it is fundamentally wrong and the situation goes against all of his morals. his mind still wanders.

you rest your forehead against his chest, and he feels your pheromones as they hit his nose and soak in through his skin. his body responds, tensing. your breath picks up, little heaves and pants, and you squirm down against him almost involuntarily. nanami feels himself grow hard. it surprises him and shames him. he feels heat rise to his cheeks at the realization that he's pressing up against the inside of your leg, something that makes you stir and settle directly over him. every exhale from you is a borderline whine and the syrupy smell of you grows more intense by the moment. nanami still runs his fingers along your sides, venturing over your tummy and back occasionally.

"just a little bit," you command, rubbing your cheek against him and then placing your mouth on the side of his neck and biting. "i'm sorry. just a little bit."

nanami winces and you drag your hips over him. his hands fly to yours, gripping hard enough as you make you whine.

"i can't," he grits out, speaking directly against the way his cock throbs against your core. he can feel it's dampness, a humidity that soaks through his pants.

"it hurts," you mutter and nanami feels an unpleasant stirring in his stomach. he hates the thought of you being uncomfortable.

"maybe we can find help-" you twitch over him, making him wince, "for you."

you shake your head, "you."

nanami exhales and tips his head back, his fingers still on your waist. he weighs the outcomes of this in his mind. he could push you off and fix you a blanket and a safe space, give you some tools to help yourself and then plug his ears and pretend he doesn't want to do it himself. he imagines the buzzing sound, the way you'd whimper from the other room over, still unfulfilled despite the aid. he thinks about your fingers between your legs, unsatisfying and only serving to worsen the itch. it makes him strangely jealous, nauseous almost, that you should be so uncomfortable in his presence.

you exhales against him and it's a near defeated sound. nanami's fingers buzz with adrenaline, his cock swelling and throbbing every time you so much as shift over him. there's a lack of control in this situation and his fingers move to comfort you almost against his will.

something natural and easy takes over as he slides a big hand down to the front of you and cups your cunt. it feels almost like an out of body experience, but both yours and nanami's humanity drips away slowly to make room for these primal actions. you shudder and nanami's chest swells with relief as he sees your expression. there's a need within him to care for you. it's protective, the same way he'd feel if you were in physical danger.

nanami moves his four fingers over you slowly, his breathing hitching as you push your body against him. he can feel your dampness soaking through your thin shorts and it isn't long before your relief gives way to more need.

"just this once, nanami," you breath against his neck. "please."

nanami's head is filled with something syrupy. probably you. it's probably a chemical reaction caused by you and he knows that any pheromones you're releasing are probably being released in equal amounts by him. they take up space in the room, crowding him so that all he can focus on is you, is the need between your legs that calls to him like song.

"okay," he gives in, pulling your panties to the side and dipping his fingers into you.

you shudder and let out a short cry, thighs trembling. he knows he won't be able to satisfy you like this, but he wants to try. nanami knows though that there is no such thing as nipping it in the bud with these sorts of things and as he begins to move his fingers inside of you with a beckoning motion, he feels himself slip farther away.

you're so wet, dripping down his fingers. your pussy clenches around them, begging for a knot, sucking the two digits up into you and then threatening to push them out. nanami has been with omegas before, but he's never felt himself slip away like this. his humanity leaves him in favor of something animal.

nanami shushes you quietly as he pulls his fingers from your body. you whine and squirm against him, pressing down and grinding against the bulge in his pants. he sucks in a sharp breath and quickly discard your bottoms, leaving you bare and exposed in his lap.

your cunt is sticky and shining, glistening with your wetness. he can smell it, the way you're probably fertile, and the perverse thought crosses his mind that maybe you deliberately avoided your suppressants so that he could do this to you. how out of character for him to think that.

for someone so proper, he makes quick work of pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. you push your body forward to try to take him in and nanami very quickly slides into you. you're tight and with the way your cunt makes him feel, he knows that the stretch must hurt you, but he can't seem to stop. he's so focused on quelling the ache within you, buried deep in that spot where his knot will inevitably catch.

you are barely capable of forming words now, dumb and deaf with your heat. any words of comfort nanami offers to you seem to go in one ear and out the other, but he offers them anyway. they're automatic and they come without his even needing to think about them. things about taking care of you, about knotting you the way you're begging him to, about making sure you're never alone when you have to do this. if he were in a better state of mind, he'd be mortified.

instead, he fucks his hips up into you, holding you by the waist against his throbbing cock. then, when that isn't enough, he lays you on your back on the couch and presses your knees to your chest so that he can go deeper. he needs to get deep enough to where his knot will catch, to be able to stay there to ensure it catches properly. he feels the way air leaves you with every fuck of his hips.

you raise your hand to touch his face, eyes glassed over and watering as gentle tears slip down your cheeks. a silent encouragement that pulls him from his thoughts back to you. nanami turns his head instinctively and kisses the palm of your hand. then, he takes your thumb into his mouth and bites down on the fleshly part at the base of it. he could draw blood if he wanted, but he doesn't. instead he takes your hand as it falls from his lips and kisses you plainly again on the palm before pinning it above your head.

"i'll take care of you," he grunts out and you nod deliriously.

nanami makes quick work of knotting you. he bullies his cock as far in as it will go, swelling and swelling until he sticks. you squirm as he does, gasps growing higher in pitch until you're silenced by the pressure deep in your abdomen. you cum around him, he thinks, pussy fluttering as it throbs around his knot. then, you exhale as the heat recedes into the background with this momentary relief.

nanami winces as he holds himself up over you, slowly returning to his head as the swell of pheromones recedes and leaves only the feeling of the space he takes up in your cunt.

you search his face for something, benevolence maybe, and nanami places a wide palm to your cheek.

"i'm sorry," he breathes as words find him again. "i didn't intend to-"

you shake your head, returning to yourself as well. "don't be, i wanted to."

nanami isn't really sure what to say and you wince under him as he settles his weight a little further, throbbing lightly at the mention.

"hold me," you ask and nanami obliges. he settles fully over you before lifting you so that you're straddling his lap again. you wince and nanami soothes you by gently stroking your face. it's automatic again, the urge to comfort you is well beyond his control.

something in you triggers something in him and it is two full days before either of you are lucid and well enough to separate. satoru calls him multiple times, but nanami ignores him, too preoccupied with his unexpected rut and keeping you comfortable. at present, he's well past the initial guilt and frankly, entirely hellbent on deciding that you should stay. so much for his practicality, nature won out in the end.

nanami doesn't really think he'll ever hear the end of this, especially not from satoru who, when he inevitably gets a hold of them, will tease so relentlessly that it might shock nanami and you back into your senses. he decides to hide out here with you for a little longer, filling the room with the scent of you both until it crowds out everything else. he likes the way you feel nestled up beside him, messy and breathing deeply as you sleep.

a tag for my friends @antizenin and @kentocidal bc they asked!!!

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #tw: a/b/o #tw: breeding #tw: dubcon #i can't find my writing tag #also there are prob spelling mistakes in here i apologize #i apologize if this isnt very good

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luveline · 1 year

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

miguel can’t control himself when you get hurt in the field —a ficlet featuring an irritated (lovesick) miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested he re, fem!reader, 2.5k

tw. fighting, injury, blood

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Miguel watches the screen in front of him unhappily.

"Spider-Girl," he says. Two people answer him. He sighs. "Y/N," he amends, "you're being reckless."

The little droid camera that follows you around circles your head as you swing from one place to another. "I'm being good," you deny.

Miguel would never tell you this, but he loves how you speak. Sure, almost every word you say annoys him, but the cadence of your voice is melodic and addictive at once. And Miguel knows you're nice to everyone, but it's him alone that has you speaking so softly.

You do it to torture him, he's sure.

"You're doing well, but you'd be better if you didn't free fall for so long. Mechanical failure can happen at any minute," Miguel says.

"Then one of the others will catch me."

"And if there's no team member close by? I'm supposed to come and scrape you off of the sidewalk?"

"Miguel," you say gently. He can tell what mood you're in today. "They have people for that."

"Could you just do as I asked you to?"

"Ah, but you haven't asked me anything."

"Please," he says, "focus on the task at hand, and use your webs cautiously."

You make a chirping sound that feels more laughter than affirmation, but you do as he requests, reducing the length of time between each web shot. You're in New York, Earth-1844, attempting to send home an unhappy Doc Ock variant whose mechanical arms are immensely technologically advanced, even when compared to Nueva York's futurism.

Miguel had sent you along with a rather large team, one. because a big team was necessary for the task, two. because you'd asked and he has trouble saying no to you, and three. because if you'd spent another hour in his office today he actually might have given into temptation, which wouldn't be good for anybody.

Miguel is used to doing what needs to be done rather than what he'd like, these days. So while he wants to indulge you and your fanciful suggestions —I'm not heavy, handsome, please, you won't even notice I'm in your lap, your thighs are so wide— he can't. He has things to do. Things that cannot endure distraction.

"Woo!" you cheer through laughter, letting your shoes skim the floor in an especially dangerous manoeuvre. The adrenaline turns you giddy. "Holy crap."

Oh, right, that's why he resists temptation —he hates you. (He doesn't hate you.) He hates you and your disregard for your own safety, he hates your rejection of his authority, and he hates the stupid sweet sound you make when you're excited.

"Do you listen to me and then forget what I've said, or do you not understand the English language?" he asks.

You land on a rooftop overlooking the centre of Future Doc Ock's destruction. "Well, I've been learning Spanish. We could always try that," you suggest.

"Why have you been learning Spanish?" he asks.

"Coquetear contigo," you say, your pronunciation all over the place. To flirt with you.

"Qué maravilla," he mutters.

"I don't know that one, handsome, so I'm going to assume it was a love confession or something similar." You sound so overly fond he has to tense his jaw. "Gwen, where are you?"

"I'm over here?"

Gwen is wrapped up tightly in a metal tentacle. It shakes her around fanatically. Miguel swears and zooms in on her location, watching in apprehension as she attempts to free herself while the arm creaks, tightening, tightening.

"Woah," you say, taking a running jump off of the rooftop. "Can you believe it? I'm not the first one who needs rescuing."

Hobie Brown reaches Gwen before you can, and he makes an impressive rescue. You divert your path, shooting a web at the glass dome covering Future Doc Ock's head. Miguel crosses his arms across his chest. Wannabe Mysterio loser, he thinks, and then, when you've smashed a hole into the dome with a generously momentous kick, Nice.

He doesn't suppose Doc Ock was expecting a kick to the jaw today.

You hiss as you propel yourself away from him, another web shot at a nearby lamppost. It does something funny to his chest when he hears you whine in pain, but he's too distracted to ask what's wrong —he scours your droid's view for an answer, finds it red and saturating the fabric of your suit.

"Why are you bleeding, Spider-Girl?" he asks, gaze drawn to the main screen where Dock Ock shouts belligerent threats at an approaching Spider-Man.

"No biggie," you say, hissing again, "I think I cut my leg on the glass. I need a better suit."

"Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you say with a sniffle. From the amount of blood, the cut is deep. "Is it me, or is it dusty in here?"

It definitely hurts if it's making you cry, though maybe you're unprepared. This was a bad idea, you aren't as seasoned as the others, and he knows you don't know what you're doing yet. You need more time, more practice. You've hurt yourself in the field on your very first mission, and you don't have the pain threshold or the super-healing necessary to cope.

It's his fault for letting you go.

"Prepare for extraction," he says.

"No! No way, are you kidding? I'm fine, I– I can do this."

"Y/N," he warns.

You fling yourself from the lamppost with impressive grace considering your injury and join the fight once again. Miguel can't keep an eye on you like he wants to, as the alarm that indicates an anomaly begins to sound. He's forced to rush together a second team while the elite strike force are preoccupied, yanking members of Spider-Society from their goings abouts, Lyla in his ear recommending effective combinations and fighting styles. From that point on, he has to supervise two different missions, his head pounding with effort.

His hands itch. He should be out there. Miguel is the cream of the crop and he isn't shy to admit that. He's a good fighter, but he can't be everywhere at once, and most of the anomalies they face require multiple sets of hands to fix. So he forces himself to stay put and guide the teams through each fight, sick to his stomach with every bloody footprint you leave behind.

He's following Hobie Brown and offering rejected instruction when he sees you go down. He toggles your voice channel and catches the end of a high-pitched, "Oof," the air-knocked from your lungs forcibly as you hit the ground. The tentacle that propelled you veers up for a finishing blow, and three different webs catch it and pull it backward.

It's a blur. One minute Miguel's in the control room at Spider-Society headquarters, the next he's breathing in the smoggy air of New York, Earth-1844, concrete and asphalt torn up under his hands. Lyla speaks in his ear and he's deaf to her, his focus pointed with only one thing in mind.

The restraint it takes not to wipe Doc Ock from the face of the dimension is incalculable. Miguel can't quite believe his own moderation as he orchestrates the return of the anomaly, your body on the ground in the corner of his eye.

The second the situation is under control, he runs to you. His gloves hit the ground with a thud by your hip, as do his knees. Spider-Man, a Peter Parker from Earth-751263, has already set nanobots over your prone figure, tiny spider-like creatures that leave webbing bandages in their wake, closing the sluggish wound on your calf. But nanotech won't fix a broken spine, not in the field. Miguel needs a stretcher. He needs to get you home.

"Miguel," you say, drawing his gaze from your slow-rising chest, "I can't breathe.

He slides his thumb as gently as he can into the seam of your mask and eases it off. "You're winded."

You cough. The sound is disturbingly wet, but your lips remain unsullied. Miguel can't look at you in this much pain, and he won't: he stands, and he takes control.

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You're not in nearly as much pain as you should be, because Doctor Spider-Man gave you the good stuff. "Your healing isn't nearly as expedited as most of us," he'd said.

"Is this medical discrimination?" you'd asked, faking a serious concern. "Do I need to talk to Spider-Lawyer?"

You found it funny. He maybe didn't, but he gave you an extra dose and told you to rest up before leaving. Resting at the Society medbay isn't easy because Spider People are constantly filtering in and out of the ward for check-ups, medication, and corrections.

It's also not easy because most Spider People are incredibly lonely in their home dimensions, and incredibly friendly here. When Miguel finally comes to visit you, you have a Spider-Girl from a few dimensions over who has the same biological mother as you but a different father sitting to your left —she's trippy and adorable, if you do say so yourself— two Peter Parkers to your right, and a melting pot of currency lost in the white linen sheets over your legs.

They get one good look at Miguel and put down their playing cards.

The Peter Parkers slink off together promising to come and see you again sometime, and your variant stops just shy of Miguel's position to look him up and down affectionately.

"Go away," he says.

She beams at him. "Okay."

"You can't help it, can you?" he asks after she's gone, picking a rogue playing card up from the end of your bed. He twiddles it between his index and middle finger, the card shushing with each turn.

You sit up in bed and try to straighten out the sheets, hoping to entice him. You don't bother answering his question. It barely sounded like one.

"I'm hurt, you know?" you ask.

"I know. I told you to retreat."

"No, I'm hurt it took you so long to visit me," you say. You're putting on airs. Truthfully, you genuinely are a little hurt, but your voice is soft and dreamy as always. "I thought we were friends."

"Ah, because you need more of those."

You sink down into your pillows, your knees hiked. "I really can't help it if people like me. And you'd know."

Miguel surprises you by sitting down. He faces away from you, his thigh just shy of your feet below the sheets, and it's only then you realise he's tense. He's in civvies for a change, a t-shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and chest and regular black sweatpants. He's wearing converse.

You look at him through a squint. "Did you hit your head, too?"

"I'm off-duty."

"I just never pictured you in sneakers."

"How do you picture me?" he asks, neck craned to look at you, his chin touching his shoulder. He has dark circles under his eyes and his brows are ruffled on one side.

You let your knees fall to one side and pull your legs to your chest, hoping to entice him closer. "You're not sleeping well?"

Miguel doesn't answer your inquiry. In fact, he falls silent. His eyes are on your hands where they're bunched at your chest, his dark flush of lashes twitching as his gaze tracks along the column of your throat, your jaw, and finally, your face.

"If you were anyone else," he says eventually, "you'd be benched."

"I'm not benched?" you ask.

"You disobeyed a direct order," he says, "and your actions affected the people around you. Someone else could've been hurt protecting you. You have to listen to what I'm telling you to do, or this is never going to work."

You look at the hospital bed railing rather than face his disappointment.

"But it's my fault."

"What?" you ask, startled.

"It's my fault you got hurt. I knew you couldn't handle it, and I let you go anyway. I'm… I'm weak."

"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Weak? You're the strongest person here, with or without Rapture."

He flinches at the drug's name.

You lay there, paralysed by your own mistake, your big mouth ruining everything for the thousandth time. If there's one thing you know about Miguel, it's that you never mention his weaknesses. His drug. His last attempt at a full life. You might be light-hearted, a free spirit, but you're far from stupid usually. Your emotional intelligence must've got lost somewhere on Earth-1844.

"Sorry," you murmur, looking at him from under your lashes. "I didn't mean…"

Slowly, so slowly, he puts his hand on your leg. It doesn't hurt, you've been medicated and stitched and his touch is far from cruel, but you're so startled that your breath gets caught in your throat. Miguel doesn't touch you unless he's giving you a vague reprimand, moving your hand from a button you shouldn't touch or a door you're not allowed to open.

"I let you go on that mission, knowing you weren't ready, because you asked me to let you. I put selfish motivations over your safety. It won't happen again."

You're not as brave as you think you are. You try to hold his hand but it looks so big, and you've never had him this close to you of his own accord. You're a moment away from nervous goosebumps.

He looks up at your touch, your pinky finger wrapped over his, smaller and shorter but with the same pattern of calluses, skin abraded by tight gloves and rough surfaces.

"Selfish motivations," you repeat in a murmur.

"I don't– like saying no. To you." He couldn't sound more unhappy to admit it.

"You say no to me all the time," you say. You don't mean to, but suddenly you're folding your fingers over his, forcing him to hold your hand. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't let go. "Like, ten times a day."

"It's difficult." Your complaint is a blessing for him —the atmosphere around you shifts to something less vulnerable, and his permanently chagrined personality rears its head once again. He raises his eyebrows. "You make my life extremely difficult," he says flatly.

"You make my life difficult, too," you say.

You can't help but give him your fondest smile, your lashes kissing in the corners of your eyes.

He visibly softens. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, just once.

"Fantastic," he says, looking firmly away from you. "Great."

"Isn't it?" you ask happily.

He squeezes your fingers gently. It's almost imperceptible. "Yeah, it is," he says.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! also, im sorry if you already speak spanish i realised after that that detail was subjective to the reader, sorry!

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Kinknuary Day 2: Praise Kink

Pairing: IVE Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,760

[Kinknuary Masterlist]

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Sophisticated and classy—that’s one of the few words to describe this girl that has been on your nerves since probably day one. You hate her attitude and so is the luck every time you’re with her as everything seems to fall out of place, maybe in the worst-case scenario, you guess.

Well, in all honesty, you don’t hate the princess. You never did.

It’s just all about jealousy and distraught with your own confidence that whenever she steps in, it crumbles like paper—easily defeated and turned into a ball of nothingness.

Well, everything changed within a singular snap of a finger (it’s figurative, of course) and you feel light-headed just being here, with her, holding her soft hands as she reassures you. She wasn’t even going to try anything that’ll exhaust such a plethora of energy because she knows herself how her charisma and visuals can make a man fall in love with her, not to mention rejecting dozens of men trying to ignite the love in heart but failed miserably.

But here you are, being the biggest irony of Wonyoung’s definition of love… or is it?

“Come on, oppa, we even have two hours left! Please, just stay…”

You can’t and you don’t want to. She can meet you anytime around the day or even in the whole week but you know she ain’t going to give up so easily, knowing she’s not going to stop until she gets what she wants. She wanted you to stay but your job is done here, you’ve taught her well, she pays the price and you’re going to leave her. Simple, yet her charms allure you but you fight yourself against it.

“I said what I said, Wonyoung, okay? I can’t—”

“You can't what, hm?” Wonyoung thuds her foot on the floor, frustrated upon your own actions of leaving her. She grabs your wrists, pulling it with maybe all of her strength (you can’t really tell it because on how easy it is outpower her, your muscular arms against her thin figure doesn’t make it a challenge) and then pouting right after, wanting you to stay and not leave her at this moment, at least.

Well, you can’t just let herself win all the time like she was always used to. You want to see the defeat on her sparkling orbs full of anticipation and her hope being lost—

“Then leave! I don’t need you anymore, oppa! Don’t touch me ever again!”

And there she goes with her reverse psychological attempts of gaslighting and never ceases to make you feel the sudden urge of being dead inside, unable to think clearly and having struggles within deciding the most beneficial one, for you, of course.

Here’s the thing: you don’t want her yet you like her—it’s a win-win situation and why should you overthink yourself about this? It’s like you’re going to lose a lot from this or gain a lot yet you know how cranky and bratty Wonyoung can get and it’s the greatest bane of your existence. Seeing Wonyoung becoming a nuisance and ill-tempered unlocks your irascible self and you hate her for that (and thank god, it happens pretty rarely).

You wanted to fight your urges but you don’t want this to escalate further, knowing how selfish Wonyoung can be and how she won’t adjust even in the tiniest bit.

God, this girl—you muttered upon yourself as it was laced with venom, cursed and damned about meeting this not-so-angelic girl. You can’t resist your temptation either—staying with Wonyoung probably will end in both ways, hoping it’ll be good or better.

“Okay, tch—” You quickly rushed your way onto the couch, sitting on it and earning a loud thud which made Wonyoung gasp at your harsh actions of the possible damage on the furniture but you didn’t care. “There, happy, hm, Wony?”

Her earlier stern and helpless countenance was now replaced with joy and satisfaction, knowing you chose to stay (and it’s like you have a choice because it’s impossible whenever she’s near).

“Hah, yey! You’re definitely the best, oppa!” Wonyoung sat beside you and rested her head onto your shoulder, signaling the delight that she’s feeling knowing that she’s with you and you choose what’s best for her. “I know you can’t resist me, oppa.”

“Heck yeah I can't cause you’re gonna go nuts if I reject you.”

“What did you say?” Wonyoung pouts yet the glare in her eyes are evident, and so is the distaste that she feels after hearing such unacceptable cacophony. You know that she didn’t mind it, not even the slightest so you just brushed it off with a single “Nothing, Wonyoung.” and all things went normal yet an uncanny feeling in the can be felt—no, it's just Wonyoung on her knees, in front of you—

“What are you doing, Wonyoung?”

You don't feel so good about this and have this nerve of an unwanted vice happening anytime soon. You knew this would come and you shouldn't have given in to her wants yet the other side of you is full of anticipation as your primal desires are slowly taking over you.

“Don't be so oblivious, oppa. Let me return the favor of everything you've done earlier.” You didn't deserve such a thing, even though you're not new to this—well, also thanks to her, she took your virginity away—you still don't need this favorable return. You just helped her study and tutored her but why would this be the return? Isn't such a simple soul like you enough for a gift?

You can't turn back now; you're only going to move forward and it's just only going to get better from here.

“But why, Wony? I don't deserve such—”

“Shut it, oppa—” Wonyoung tugs your pants as those perfect, dainty fingers scramble on unbuckling your belt and loosening up the clothed defenses that protects the desired grand prize. “—now would you let your little Wony reward you, daddy?”

Of course, the pet name—it turns you on so much that now, you can't contain anything but let your animalistic desires out. You can't stop her because it's too late and in fact, you want this and you're an absolute hypocrite if you don't.

Things went like a flash—it felt like everything felt too fast as time sped up like a rocket but you didn't care because you wanted her, utterly.

With the last clothed defense on your iron wall, it collapses down to your ankles as it was proven worthless now, your hardening member is now within the sight of her refulgent orbs—god, it just feels better, doesn't it? You're maybe in heaven but the devil is just beside you and the oxymoron never failed to be in its own party.

With the draw of her nails onto your leaking slit, it draws pain and pits gasoline of the fire—pain associated with pleasure and not close to drawing blood.

“Oh god, Wonyoung—we don't really need to d-do this…”

“Oh stop it, daddy. I know you wanted this and let your little girl pleasure you for the time being—” Wonyoung places her lips onto your swollen head, giving it a small peck that makes you shudder, your mouth escaping beautiful moans that fuels the primal lust and ego of Wonyoung.

She seems to be the one that likes her ego getting petted and you're here to absolutely do it.

“Such a good g-girl for daddy, Wonyoung. So skilled and so good—you're definitely loving the taste of my cock don't you, hm?”

You're getting cocky and you know Wonyoung is loving this despite the utter brattiness and hypocrisy running down her mind.

“Gah—you know y-your cock is something I can't r-resist, daddy…”

She continues her moderate bobs as your base is now getting wet with her drool that is now starting to drip all over your sensitive head and her chin. She's in her own league and in an absolute masterclass when it comes to dick-sucking—such lips made like a cocksleeve is truly the one to be treasured as it perfectly hugs around your shaft like it was molded around it, her pleasurable suction being the cherry on top.

Her cheeks hollow in every thrust she does with her talented mouth, and you're no stranger to tell her how great she's been blowing you and it only has been a minute—and god, she's making your brain go haywire.

You stroke her hair and caress her cheeks, letting her know how great she is in terms of sucking you off. “Keep doing that, baby. This cock is all for you, princess. So, so, good—god, fuck!”

And it is incredibly off the charts—the corkscrew motions of her fingers, the dance of her tongue filled with enamore and the overstimulating suction is just, nearly, too much to handle.

No one can top off her skills as she's just a professional in this—every second sending you weak, on your knees as every technique known to enervate your defenses is being presented right now and you can't think of anything articulate except the fact that Wonyoung's mouth is exerting too much effort as it's getting near the promised land—

“Just like—that—baby, ah! So fucking good—god, how are you so incredibly talented in possibly anything?”

Stroke her ego and she definitely loves it—her pupils dilating everytime you commend her is one strong piece of evidence. It's true even though it may seem like you're playing with her and it's crazy to think about it. She may be the jack-of-all-trades when it comes to everything but it’s definitely not even close with that in accordance to her selfish and diabolical attitude—it’s contradicting but you guess it’s just the fact that she always wanted to be treated like a princess and her sophisticated life explains about it.

Well as much as you’d wanna do the opposite, it’s going to be completely questionable if you’ll degrade the superior job she’s doing between your legs. A flick of her tongue nears you onto that finish line as well as the dexterity of her slender fingers—it doesn’t help at all, considering you still want to savor and cherish every second of Wonyoung’s masterclass, the inevitable can’t be stopped as the growing sensation in your loins is ready to unload everything inside her heavenly mouth.

“Your mouth Wony—”

Her pace is ridiculous, unmatched han any other as her warm cavern glides onto your shaft like a loose speedster, in a hot pursuit—

“—it’s too good—”

Her silken plumpness made to unleash the profanities inside you, unshackling them and bringing them to their endgame but—

Pop.

“B-but why’d you stop? I’m so close, Wony!”

You vent out the little frustration towards Wonyoung as your high suddenly became on the lowest point, subsided even before you’ve truly noticed it. Wonyoung just pouts at you adorably, apologizing for what she's done and god, the saliva dripping down to her chin and all around your cock is just a sight to see. It was feeling so damn good until she played with you but you’re not furious about it because she’s maybe wanting something and probably—this last bit is what you’re hoping for—having multiple things in store for you, for later.

She’s only getting started and it’s only going to get better than this.

Her quivering plump lips, her disheveled hair, her beautiful façade—every inch of her perfect is such a sight for a nice canvas to be painted on but it is what it is.

“Want you in my pussy now, daddy. God—I really love your cock, so much I just can’t get enough of it.”

Yes, it’s like her favorite candy she’s ready to brag about and it’s addicting. Ever since you’ve slept with her, it became a whole different story being with her as you always envisioned the nastiest things with her whenever you think about her and it’s clouded your mind ever since. Well, now, you have a lot of things to fulfill with her and the blowjob earlier was just the beginning of a show that’s bound to happen.

“I can’t get enough of your mind-boggling blowjobs too, Wony. You make me feel—” You switch places with her, pinning her down slowly onto the couch, your face now inching closer and closer towards her. “—great and that’s what I like about this.”

Without any foreplay, you capture her lips off-guard as you make the most passionate kiss possible that’ll make her feel butterflies in her stomach. Its saccharine taste makes it insatiable, wanting more of her yet a hot half a minute of this flustering moment is enough for the both of you to exchange breaths.

“Like the taste of you, daddy? ‘Cause I do—like, a lot.” Your face was puzzled after Wonyoung said that, also confused and unsure on what to imply as you playfully retorted against her. “I mean, your lips really made everything insatiable. Just can't get enough of you honestly…”

You continue the intimacy, fueling the lust inside you by dominating her with your tongue as she eagerly reciprocates, the kiss getting too heated but Wonyoung taps your shoulder, signaling you to detach away from her lips. You don’t know why exactly she wants this to be over but with Wonyoung’s enlightenment of the climax, your mind has been cleared and awakened, and so are your primal desires.

“As much as I want to kiss you, daddy, my pussy’s been wet since I’ve sucked you off—so p-please, daddy—hng!”

And who are you to reject it? You want to pound her tight cunt as much as you wanted her today and there’s no one to stop you right now, and neither is she. With the best of both worlds, you elevated the anticipating climax yet a brighter idea will make this session a wilder ride.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, princess—would pound your tight, perfect pussy so hard that you’re only going to think about me only.”

And there and there, everything went off the cliff, up to the highest paramount of events…

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“Too good, daddy!” Your fingers up her delicious cunt never fails to earn the most heavenly whimpers escaping Wonyoung’s mouth, let alone fueling the lust inside you as your slit leaks precum just from the sight of her tight cunt squelching and clenching around your digits.

“It’s only going to get better from here, princess—” A harsh spank resonates around the puny room as the dissonance of her orchestrated moans makes your hardened length throb in need, unable to control anything. “—because I’m going to treat you like a princess but fuck you like how you deserve it.”

“W-wha—what d-did I deserve, daddy?”

“A rough one, Wony. Since you’ve done a great job at the start…”

As the heat in the air is still ignited, you take the last bit of teasing with your digits and hard spanks as you’re lost for words once you’ve plunged your length inside her. It never gets old and she’s still as suffocatingly tight as ever, not to mention with even the slightest of movement and her pussy responses with the tightest clench possible. Gripping her hips for a small leverage, you thrust in her slowly as you ensue a few kisses onto the nape of her neck, earning such moans that just makes you want to build up the pace even more.

“Ahh, daddy—it’s so good! You’re s-stretching me—ahh—so w-well…”

“And you take me so well, Wony. Your pussy is literally made for me to be hammered, hm?” You quicken the pace, just withdrawing with only the tip inside and then slamming back in, filling her up to the hilt. She mewls in every thrust you do, further arousing you as she grips onto the sheets as a leverage on the harsh acts you’re doing on her tight cunt. Adding some spanks in every oscillation of your hips, you notice how it clenches every time you do it and you’re loving every second of it—loving how helpless and lewd your princess has become is truly a sight to behold.

“You’re so good at taking my huge cock, princess…” Your brush off her silky-smooth hair off her shoulders as you pepper her neck and back with kisses that further makes the act hotter than what could it be. You trace the curvature of her waist down to her slender thighs that probably run for days and god, why does a princess have to be this perfect? Down every last feature Wonyoung has is in its absolute flawless state and you can’t help but be in awe as you in every ram you do inside her clenching heat is the praise of her faultless figure.

“Good god, Wony—down to your beautiful face up to your pussy, you’re just so fucking perfect aren’t you?”

“Gah, daddy! Fuck me harder please!”

A spank as the retaliation of her hostile takeover of lust has won, and you, the dominative one will orchestrate things onto your own accord, not hers.

“Wonyoung, you’re lucky I can fuck this good because no one can and you’re mine—every perfectly tight hole in your body is mine to use, do you understand?” Between thrusts you spat her with venomous yet genuine words, but she could only cry in pleasure as your thrusts are just too much for her to think of something articulate enough of a response so, it only took her ten seconds to come up with something— “Yes, d-daddy—ahh!”

Such rampant actions never cease to make someone scream in delight and it’s every man's dream to be in this position. Kiss, spank, thrust and repeat, it goes around in circles and you’re not going to stop it because you’re in a state of do-or-die (figuratively, of course) because in any second now, you can feel yourself getting on your high and so is Wonyoung’s, her pussy creaming all over your enraged length is enough of an evidence.

“Wonyoung—fuck! You’re so tight and so good!”

“Daddy I’m going to c-cum—gahh, so s-soon! Please!”

That’s the green light to bring another onslaught of thrusts with no-return, hammering her cunt like it’s rent due alongside grabbing her hair for her heavenly moans to be unshackled (and if you’re wondering, her arms gave out two minutes earlier because of too much pleasure as she rested her hair onto the mattress, muffling her moans in which, you didn’t really like). With the obviously lewd moans (almost screams) of Wonyoung and the repetitive clenching of her tight heat, you know that she’s about to get off so you gave her the final set of the harshest thrusts possible to mankind as it was too enough and all are let out.

You pull out of her gripping pussy as she squirts all over the bedsheets, your cock and even to your toned abdomen. You finger her repetitively in a deft pace that she cries in a wanton need and that even fuels you further into abomination.

“You good, Wony?”

“Y-yes, daddy—unload it a-all in my pussy—” Her shining orbs pleads you onto her desires, wanting you to fulfill it. Her pupils dilate once again, anticipating on a good note with you— “—please…”

“I’m dying to cum inside this perfect pussy of yours, Wonyoung.”

Pinning her down onto the bed (not so harshly), you tease her pussy with your swollen cockhead for a bit, in which earns the finest moans escaping her lips and so are the needy whimpers. Without any time to waste, you plunge into her dripping core once again but this time, the penetration is crazingly-deep, achieving the sensation of a lifetime that makes you feel butterflies. You command her to place both of her legs onto your shoulders, wanting to achieve the deepest penetration possible as she did and god, that felt way better than earlier and it’s too heavenly to be true.

“Ahh—daddy—I—gahh, so so good and d-deep! Fuck me h-hard—cum i-inside me—gahh, please!”

The desperation in her eyes says it all. Even with the messed-up makeup, tears and her disheveled hair all over the place, it’s not even a challenge to sense how needy she is for you and your seed to be deposited inside her. Now bringing the thrusts that surpasses the harshness of your actions earlier, and making Wonyoung the most raucous she’s ever been—all in the experience on the paramount of delight as everything seems to be at that moment, just a step away from your both desired promised lands. You weren’t far off of your high and Wonyoung can sense it through your eyes as she helps out, fucking herself onto your length as you chase your high, grabbing her waist and hips harshly as the leverage with your relentless pursuit onto her pussy.

“I’m going to cum, Wonyoung! So fucking close in this perfect cunt of yours—fuck!”

And you break, everything loose as you bury your length inside her, balls-deep as you unload everything you’ve got and your moans and Wonyoung’s blessed the entire room as it reverberated all over. With your last groan and the hard grip of her hips, your orgasm finally subsided as it was an euphoric one—it was so euphoric that you almost passed out but it wasn’t really close. Wonyoung on the other hand, laid down flat on the bed, enervated from the steamy sex session yet she smiles widely, knowing that your load is inside her pussy as the warmth of it elicits the sultriest of moans.

“Thank you, daddy—hah… For this load… Hah, I love i-it…”

That changed your demeanor from a stern, dominative one to softer, warmhearted as you blush because of her, feeling so grateful and thankful for this moment as the earlier omnipotence of power now subsided, back to your old self.

“Thank you too, Wonyoung—you took me so well… hah, that was exhausting…”

“Yeah, I know, oppa…” She brushes her fingers all over your chest, tracing it slowly as she looks at you endearingly, her eyes telling you how much she loved this moment, disregarding the fact of the pain that she felt—she liked it because it turned her on even more—from all of your harshness and spanking. She’s genuine about it and you could tell it without her even uttering a single word.

“We should clean up, oppa, actually.”

“Yeah, oh no, I think you need some new set of sheets after this.”

“You’re the one to blame here, oppa! You made me squirt so hard!!”

And the bratty, sophisticated Wonyoung is back and here we go again, back from the despair and being the bugbear she is…

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mina-saiyat · 2 months

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Behind the Mask (Momo)

Momo is a little bit nervous as she enters the room with the doctor, today is her first pregnancy check. The doctor is a middle-aged man, the mask on his face cannot hide his serious.

‘Please don’t be nervous, madam. It’s just a simple test.’ The doctor says as Momo lays on the bed. ‘We will need to do a ultra-sonic examination, please take off your jeans.’

Momo nods sheepishly and slowly undresses, revealing her white belly and thighs. The doctor turns on the machine and prepares for examination. Momo opens her legs in cooperation, and her vagina is completely exposed in front of the doctor.

Momo's private parts are very beautiful, her pubic hair is sparse and soft, and her pink labia open and close with her breathing, exuding a charming sheen. The doctor looked at this beautiful scene and couldn't help but get hard.

The doctor begins to apply lubricant inside the vagina, and the cold feeling made Momo tremble slightly. Then a thick and long probe was inserted, and Momo bites her lip tightly, enduring some discomfort. A clear image of the fetus was displayed on the screen, and the doctor explained while operating. Momo stares at the little man on the screen, her eyes full of maternal tenderness.

Seeing how devoted she is, the doctor deliberately inserts a little deeper. Momo couldn't help but snorted, feeling her belly being pushed against a sensitive spot. The doctor takes the opportunity and whispers in her ear: "It may be a little uncomfortable here, please hold on."

Momo blushes shyly and nods slightly. When the doctor sees this, he becomes even more unscrupulous. The probe was inserted and rubbed inside her body repeatedly, arousing waves of tingling pleasure. Momo quickly softens and lookS at the doctor working on her with a blushing face.

Momo couldn't help but moaning from the pleasure. Upon seeing this, the doctor begin to caress Momo, and at the same time he teases Momo verbally, pretending to be concerned about Momo's sex life. "Miss Hirai, I noticed that your sexual life may not be normal?" The doctor says while inserting his fingers into Momo's vagina and gently kneading her delicate cervix.

Momo feels a wave of heat rushing to the top of her head, her legs involuntarily tightened on the doctor's hand, and her moans became more wanton. "Ah~ um~ no, it's too deep there~"

The doctor smiles evilly and presses hard on her clitoris. Momo suddenly becomes a puddle of spring water, unable to even resist. "It seems that my judgment is correct. Your body is indeed too lonely and needs to be comforted."

Momo's cheeks are extremely hot, and her whole body is trembling with shame and excitement. She never imagined that she would be played to orgasm by a strange man in a place like this. But his mind could no longer control his body. Every time the doctor touched her, it was like an electric current flowing through her body, bringing an extremely stimulating pleasure.

The doctor takes the opportunity to pull out the probe, and instead his fingers quickly thrust in and out of her body, scraping her G-spot from time to time. "Relax and leave it to me. Just enjoy it." His voice is full of temptation, making Momo almost get lost in it.

Just when Momo feels that she is about to reach her peak, there is a sudden knock on the door. Momo is startled and subconsciously closes her thighs together, but the doctor's fingers remain inside and refuse to come out.

"Ms. Hirai? I heard some strange sound. Are you okay in there?" It is the nurse's voice.

Momo panics and stammers: "Ah, I am fine. We are checking the last items, please wait a moment!" The doctor smiles proudly and swirls his fingers inside her body, deliberately making some loud and lustful sounds. "Tell them that there is some trouble here and it will take some time to complete."

Momo blushes and tries to sound calm: "Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. This examination will take a long time. You can go outside and wait."

The nurse outside the door doesn't seem to notice anything strange, so she leaves. Momo breathes a long sigh of relief, and the doctor takes advantage of the situation and pokes hard at the most sensitive part of her vagina. Momo’s body immediately soften again.

"You are such a wonderful woman, I like how you like right now." The doctor chuckles, stroking her breasts with one hand and still moving inside her body with the other. "It's been a long time since you've been loved by a man, right? Your pussy is so hot and tight, I'm about to be sucked in."

Momo grits her teeth to prevent herself from making any louder noises. The itching on her chest made her feel weak. She hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time. As she is just a secret lover, her boyfriend rarely visits her, she had been left alone and no one cared about her. The doctor's skillful technique makes her addicted to it quickly. The place that had been empty for a long time seemed to have found a home, clinging to his long and thick fingers.

The doctor moves faster and faster, playing with her sensitive spots in different ways from time to time. Momo feels a heat gathering deep in her body, and it is about to burst out. She grips the sheets tightly, looked at the doctor with red eyes, and could no longer suppress the gasps coming from her mouth.

The doctor smiles evilly and blows into her ear, almost digging his fingers into her cervix. "Relax and leave it all to me. Let's embrace the climax together." Momo completely gives up her resistance and allows herself to reach her peak under the doctor's caress. At that moment, she feels as if she were in the clouds, and all the pain and emptiness were left behind. Her walls wraps tightly around the doctor's finger and moans repeatedly.

The doctor withdraws his fingers with satisfaction. Momo's vagina is still shrinking, looking reluctant to give up. Momo lays on the bed panting, her chest rising and falling. She knows that it iss wrong, but the doctor's tenderness made her feel a long-lost happiness.

"Miss Hirai, you see how intense your reaction is. Your body really needs me." The doctor smiles and gently slides his fingers on the inside of her thigh. The newly developed vagina reacts again and keeps leaking love juice.

Momo closes her eyes, feeling that her whole body is still lingering in the afterglow of the climax just now. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are slightly parted, as if she is still immersed in bliss just now.

"Doctor, I...I don't know what to do. I know this is wrong, but I can't help but want more..." Momo's voice is as thin as a mosquito, full of shame and longing…

The doctor leans close to her ear and whispers: "Don't worry, leave everything to me. I will let you experience unprecedented happiness." He reaches out and touches her breasts, twirling his thumbs on the pink nipples, and Momo immediately becomes charming, she is panting heavily and trembling all over.

The doctor lowers his head, removes his mask and takes her nipple into his mouth and gently licks it, while the other hand keeps rubbing between her legs. Momo raises her head, clutching the sheets tightly with both hands, and moans escaped her mouth intermittently.

"Ugh...doctor, we can't do it here...people will find out..." Momo tries hard to stop his movements, but to no avail. The doctor has already inserted his fingers into her wet pussy and stirs it wantonly.

"Don't be afraid, no one will come in. Didn’t you told the nurse not to come in? Let me take care of you, my little sweetheart." The doctor says bewitching words while speeding up his fingers. Momo soon reached another peak, delicate and softly collapsed weakly on the bed.

Momo was still trembling slightly in the aftermath of her orgasm, so the doctor couldn't wait to untie his belt and takes out his huge, already erect cock. "Miss Hirai, I think it's time for you to serve me well." The doctor pats his lower body and looks at her commandingly.

Momo stuns for a moment, then her cheeks turns red, she bites her lips and looks away. The doctor grabs her hair and forces her to raise her head, threatens in her ear: "If you don't obey, I will fuck you directly on this bed."

Momo is shocked, and finally nods in compromise, opens her mouth and takes doctor's huge penis into her mouth. The doctor's penis instantly filles her mouth, almost reaching the depths of her throat. Momo feels a little breathless, but still works hard to swallow up and down.

The doctor's cock exudes the smell of male hormones, and there are still traces of pre cum on it. Momo is deep in shame that her boyfriend is in the next room right now, but she is under another man, doing this kind of thing to satisfy his desire.

Seeing that she is struggling to swallow, the doctor gently strokes her long hair and says, "Relax and take your time. I believe you can please me." As he says that, he grabs her head and straightens his waist, beginning to forcefully insert it into her mouth.

Momo whimpers, feeling that his glans was in the back of her throat. While the doctor moves in and out of her mouth, he plays with her nipples with his hands, arousing waves of pleasure. Just when Momo thought that she couldn't hold on any longer, the doctor suddenly pulls out, allowing her to breathe heavily.

"Well done, Momo. It seems that our little secret will soon become public." The doctor admires his masterpiece with satisfaction. The silver thread fell from Momo's red lips. It looks particularly charming.

Momo sits on her knees on the bed, panting and cleaning the mucus from the corners of her lips with the tip of her tongue. She knows that she must look very lustful at this moment, but the undisguised desire in the doctor's eyes makes her feels a little proud.

"I really like your little mouth, Momo. Your skills are really good." The doctor holds his cock and waves it in front of her, and Momo licks her lips unconsciously.

"But I want to try your pussy even more. Believe me, I will make you cry from pleasure." The doctor leans forward and pushes Momo down on the bed. His kisses fall like raindrops, all the way down, until the space between her two butt cheeks was licked wet.

Momo grabs the doctor's shoulders pleadingly. Her mind is telling her that she couldn't go on like this, but the desire in her body is burning even more intensely. The doctor grabs her waist and inserts himself into her warm and tender body.

"Ah——!" Momo couldn't help but scream, and the doctor immediately blocks her lips and shakes her waist fiercely. The huge pleasure sweeps over her like a wave, and Momo moans sadly, completely losing the ability to resist.

"Relax and follow my rhythm. Let's climb to the heaven together." The doctor murmurs in her ear while increasing the speed, hitting the most sensitive and vulnerable places with every stroke. Momo's legs are pulled to his shoulders, and her whole body arched into a beautiful arc.

"Ugh...doctor...It’s too much... I can’t…" Momo sobs, her mind completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The doctor leans down and kisses Momo's red lips. Their tongues teases and chases each other. Momo hugs the doctor's neck tightly and allows him to get more from her.

"You are mine, Momo. From now on, I can enjoy your delicious pussy anytime I want." The doctor's deep voice echoes in Momo's ears, making her whole body tingle like a spell.

"No...I can't...I have a boyfriend..." Momo looks at the doctor pleadingly, hoping that he would remember her relationship and let her go. However, the doctor just snares and slams into the deepest part of her body again.

"Boyfriend? That's nothing. Only I can give you true happiness. You see, how much your body longs for me." The doctor grabs her fingers that are twisting the sheets and kneads her nipples. Momo's breasts change into various shapes in his hands, and soon becomes engorged and erected.

"Ah... no... I'm going to die..." Momo wails, but the doctor shows no intention of slowing down. Her nectar flowes out in a steady stream, almost wetting their joint. Each of the doctor's thrusts pushes her body upwards, causing her clitoris to rub against the sheets, bringing more pleasure.

"Relax, just bear with it for a while... Let's do it together..." The doctor whispers in her ear, but it is more like hypnosis, making Momo get lost in the raging lust.

"Ugh... I really can't survive... You're going to kill me..." Momo sobs, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, and her consciousness seems to have drifted away from her body.

The doctor sees Momo's limit and deliberately stops his movements to let her breathe a little. "It seems that our little Momo is cumming soon. If you hold on for a little longer, I promise to make you cry with pleasure." He smiles and kisses on her lips, circling the entrance to her anus with his fingers.

Momo feels that she is about to reach the orgasm, but the doctor's sudden stop makes her feel empty. "You...don't stop...I want more..." She begs shamelessly, but her lower body shamelessly tightens around doctor's cock.

The doctor chuckled, "It turns out our Momo is so greedy. In that case, let's do it!" He starts to thrust again, and every time he moves, he almost sent Momo to heaven.

"Ah——! It feels so good...I'm cumming..." Momo moans loudly in a daze, grabbing the doctor's back tightly with both hands, leaving red fingerprints. Her cervix contracts violently, and a hot stream spurts out, wetting their private parts.

"You have cummed? Our little Momo has already climaxed." The doctor slowly withdraws from her body, admiring the masterpiece he has created. Momo slumps down on the bed, gasping for breath, with a satisfied blush on her face.

"Thank you...doctor...I have never had such an experience..." Momo says gratefully, but sees that the haze in the doctor's eyes did not dissipate.

"This has just begun, Miss Momo. Our game is still going on." The doctor smiles evilly and takes Momo into his arms.

The doctor holds Momo in his arms, lowers his head and nibbles on her neck wantonly. Momo instinctively let out a series of moans, but the doctor grabs her chin, "Good girl, if you want more, you have to learn to ask for help. Otherwise, we will end here."

Momo understands that the doctor is serious, and she has to find a way to please this man, otherwise the days ahead would be very difficult. She blushes and shakes her head, "I...I want you...please keep fucking me..."

"Miss Hirai is truly a slut." The doctor sighs and buries his head in her chest again. Momo feels a numbness spread from her nipples. She twists her body involuntarily and wraps her hands tightly around the doctor's neck.

"Um...doctor...I want your big cock..." Momo shyly says what she is thinking. The doctor seems to be very impressed, and his deep laughter echoes in the room.

"Then take it in yourself." The doctor holds his cock and brings it to Momo's lips. Momo has no choice but to stretch out her tongue and lick the front end of it. The doctor raises his head and narrows his eyes in pleasure.

Momo carefully swallows the doctor's cock into her mouth, trying hard to please the man in front of her. The doctor put his hands on her hair and teaches her how to suck better. Momo follows his instructions and tries her best to please him.

"Well done, Miss Momo. Your little mouth is so good." The doctor strokes her hair appreciatively, and Momo breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that her efforts are not in vain.

The doctor enjoyd Momo's warm mouth, slippd his fingers into her hair, and caressed her cheeks from time to time. Momo concentrates on serving the big guy in front of him. Although it is a bit hard, she was very devoted.

"Do you like this position, doctor?" Momo raises her head and asks, with a trace of silver remaining at the corner of her mouth. The doctor's fingers gently strokes it and rolled the crystal into his mouth.

"Of course, Miss Hirai's skills are so good. Your tongue is as flexible as a little snake." The doctor praises, holding Momo's face in his hands and kisses it. Momo closes her eyes and immersed in the sweet kiss, as if she had forgotten everything around her.

After a long time, the two separate. Momo blushes and askes softly: "Can I have your cock, doctor?" The doctor laughs, "Of course, my little slut. Come, sit up and move slowly."

Momo obediently climbs onto the doctor's body, holding on to the hot desire and slowly sits down. "Ah~~" an exclamation escapes from her mouth. The doctor's penis is too big. Her pussy is filled to the brim, almost bursting her apart.

"Relax Momo, you will get used to it." The doctor says softly in her ear, holding her waist with both hands to help her swing. Momo begins to move up and down slowly, and the doctor keeps pushing inside her. The two soon find the perfect rhythm.

"Ugh~ Doctor~ It's too deep~ I'm going to be penetrated by you~" Momo gasps repeatedly, her breasts swayed up and down with her movements, and the doctor couldn't help but lower his head and sucks on one side. "Ah~ don't suck there~ I won't be able to bear it~" Momo says coquettishly, but the doctor intensifies his efforts and sucks even harder.

"Your boyfriend is in the room next to us, and you are actually riding another man's cock on top of me? How lewd." The doctor suddenly says. Momo's movements suddenly stops, but she quickly continues to move again.

"You...what are you talking about...I don't have a boyfriend..." Momo blushes like fire. The doctor's words are like an aphrodisiac, making her body more sensitive. "I...I just like your big cock, doctor...you make me feel so comfortable..."

The doctor chuckled lightly, "What a little liar. She is with you today. I just saw him waiting impatiently in the room." Momo's body trembles. She didn't expect the doctor to know this. But the thought of her boyfriend is waiting nextdoor while she is riding another man's cock inside and moaning, the thrill of this affair makes her extremely excited.

"I...I'm just horny...I like being fucked by you like this..." Momo admits in shame, but she also feels unprecedentedly excited because of the doctor's humiliation. Her movements becomes more intense, and the doctor's cock almost penetrate her.

"Well said, Momo, you are just a little slut. But it doesn't matter, today I will satisfy you, the little evil." The doctor also follows her to speed up the pace, and the two bodies collide with each other.

Momo no longer cares about shame, she just wants to enjoy this forbidden pleasure. The doctor's words are like the strongest aphrodisiac, making her unable to extricate herself. "I'm cumming...doctor...harder..." Momo moans repeatedly, her breasts shaking violently, and she is about to reach the peak of orgasm soon.

The doctor looks at Momo's crazy state on the eve of climax and knows that she had reached her limit. He grabs Momo's swaying breasts and kneads them into various shapes, and the cock in his lower body keeps pumping upwards, matching the rhythm of Momo's cowgirl move.

"Ugh~ Doctor, you squeezed too hard, please be gentler~" Momo says coquettishly, but she does not stop the doctor's movements, but instead swings her waist harder. Her nipples becomes red, swollen and erected due to the doctor's kneading, making a slight slapping sound with each impact.

"Don't stop, baby, let's cum together." The doctor gasps, grabbing Momo's slender waist with both hands. Feeling more and more honey inside her body, he also accelerates his thrusts.

"Doctor~ I can't survive~ It's almost ~ ahh~~" Momo's high-pitched scream pierces the sky, and a wave of heat surges out from the depths of her pussy and wraps around doctor's cock. She also feels the doctor's cock swelling and throbbing inside her, and knows he is about to cum.

"Give it to me! Cum all inside!" Momo screams, holding the doctor's neck with both hands and intertwining his fingers. The doctor's cock finally penetrated deeply, pressing against the cervix of the uterus and ejaculating the long-spent essence.

Momo feels as if she was in the clouds, and every cell in her body is filled with satisfaction. The doctor also lays on top of her panting, their bodies still connecting, enjoying the afterglow of the climax.

After a while, the doctor reluctantly withdraws. Looking at the flushed expression on Momo's face and the mark he left, he smiles with satisfaction.

Momo watches the doctor's softened cock withdraws from her body, but instead of being satisfied, she becomes even more eager. She eagerly grabs the big dick stained with her love juice and moves it up and down, wanting to be filled with it again.

The doctor lays on the bed and let Momo serves him. He plays with Momo's long and silky hair with one hand and caresses her flushed face with the other. "Momo is really a little bitch who doesn't have enough to eat." He jokes.

Momo blushed and lowered her head, but immediately the doctor's finger teased the tip of her tongue, causing her body to tremble again. The doctor smiles lowly and says in her ear: "Don't be shy, you are so lewd, I still like you the most."

Momo thinks of her boyfriend in the room again, and feels a sense of guilt in her heart. But the doctor's erected cock is placed in front of her, exuding a fatal attraction. She knows that once she takes it in her mouth, she would never look back.

Momo's reason and emotion are fighting fiercely, and the doctor seems to see through her entanglement. He suddenly comes closer, his thick cock poking directly at Momo's lips. "Come on, good girl, open your mouth." His voice is low and sexy, and Momo couldn't help but obey.

As soon as the doctor's glans enters Momo's mouth, it was surrounded by her warmth and slipperiness. The doctor hums with satisfaction, holds the back of her head with one hand, and begins to pump into her mouth. Momo closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She feels that she has became the doctor's sex slave.

The doctor's cock continues to swell and harden in her mouth, and soon her little mouth is full. Momo's breathing is completely blocked and she could only whimpers. She can feel the doctor's desire growing stronger and knows he is going to cum.

Just as the doctor is about to reach his climax, someone knocks the door again, interrupting the frenzied blowjob. Momo looks at the doctor in panic, but sess the excitement shining in the doctor's eyes.

"Come on, baby, let me turn you into the woman who truly belongs to me." The doctor whispers, grabbing Momo's long hair and letting her suck her deeper. Momo nods with tears in his eyes, deciding to give up resistance completely and let the doctor transform herself into his forbidden slut.

Momo kneels on the ground, swallowing the doctor's huge cock. Her mouth is full of fishy-sweet taste, but she still keeps licking and sucking the doctor's genitals like a starved child.

Next door is the figure of her boyfriend waiting anxiously, but he would never have imagined that just a room, his beloved girlfriend has become a tool for the doctor to vent his animal desires.

Momo hold the doctor's hips with both hands, allowing his cock to go deeper into her mouth. She could feel it swelling and hardening and knew the doctor is going to cum again. But she doesn't dodge, but sucks harder, hoping to release him completely.

The doctor's breathing becomes heavier. He grabs Momo's slim waist with one hand and her long hair with the other and begins to thrust hard into her mouth. Momo feels his glans protruding into the depths of her throat, causing a nauseating feeling, but she endures it and tries her best to please him.

Finally, the doctor let out a low growl and ejaculates into Momo's mouth. She swallows as hard as she could, but some still came out of the corner of her mouth. The doctor looks at all this with satisfaction, reaches out to wipe the silver thread from her lips, and then orders: "Stand up and turn around."

Momo stands up obediently, facing the door, and bent down with her back to the doctor. She could clearly hear her boyfriend's voice next door, but he would never know that she is in this posture at this moment, waiting for the doctor to enter.

The doctor walks behind her and points his cock at her pussy. Momo feels a strong sense of shame and excitement. The stimulation of being forced to be exposed in front of her lover makes her almost faint.

As the doctor enters suddenly, Momo let out a high-pitched moan.

Momo is penetrated by the doctor's huge cock, and her body could hardly bear the impact of this pleasure. She clenches her teeth and tries to suppress her violent gasping, but every vicious blow from the doctor makes her whimper.

Next door, her boyfriend is just waiting nervously . However, in this room, the doctor is fucking Momo with all his strength, each thrust reaching the deepest part of her body. Momo feels like a sex toy that is being used and played with and could break at any time.

The doctor's hands grasps Momo's slender waist, leaving light red fingerprints with each penetration. His penis is like a never-ending machine, moving rapidly in and out of her body, bringing out a large amount of crystal clear love juice. Momo feels that her lower body is all wet, and her moans become louder and louder.

"Ah... don't... be gentle... um~" She couldn't help but beg for mercy, but the doctor seems to be unable to hear her, and his movements became more intense. Momo's body is completely out of control, shaking in response to the doctor's rhythm. She doesn’t care but at this moment she no longer cares about can other hear all this, and just wants to release the desires in her body.

Finally, after a fierce impact, the doctor groans and buries himself deeply into Momo's body. The hot semen spurts out, causing her whole body to tremble. Momo also reaches her climax at this moment, and her legs are so weak that she can hardly stand.

The doctor slowly pulled out the wet penis and looks at Momo's absent-minded face with satisfaction.

Momo leans weakly in the doctor's arms, staring blankly ahead. She knew she could never go back to her pure and kind self. She is just a doll in the doctor's hands now and can be played with and transformed at will.

The doctor picks up Momo and lays her down on the bed. Momo turns away shyly, not daring to look directly into the doctor's eyes. But the doctor just smiles, leans down, and kisses her lips.

"Don't be afraid, I will love you well." He murmurs in her ear, and his warm breath blows against her ear, making her whole body tingle. "You must learn to enjoy being dominated and surrender to me obediently."

Momo's heartbeat quickens with both fear and anticipation. She knows she could no longer resist the doctor, she would belong to him wholeheartedly and obey his every command and request. She was willing to pay any price to please him.

The doctor caresses her smooth skin and roams his fingers over her sensitive areas. Momo squirms unconsciously, wanting more. She longed for the doctor's rough conquest and the feeling of being completely possessed by him.

"Do you want me?" The doctor chuckles and leans down to kiss her again. Momo nods immediately and boldly stretches out her hand to wrap her arms around the doctor's neck. "Then scream out your deepest desires."

Momo lowers her eyes in shame, not daring to look into the doctor's eyes. She knows that once she speaks those obscene words, she would really become a plaything in the doctor's hands.

But the doctor's hands wanders around her body, bringing waves of electric numbness. She feels like her sanity is crumbling away bit by bit, replaced by burning passion.

Finally, she couldn't hold it back and let out a coquettish moan. The doctor smiles with satisfaction and leans down to kiss her. Momo closes her eyes and let the doctor light fires everywhere in her body. She no longer cares about her shame and just wanted to get more pleasure.

"Tell me, what do you want?" The doctor gently bites her ear and whispers seductively. Momo's body trembles suddenly, and she knows she could no longer resist the doctor's temptation.

"I...I want you to take possession of me..." she says shyly, her voice as thin as a mosquito. The doctor seems to hearing the most beautiful music in the world, and his eyes ignites with more intense desire.

"Very good, baby. Now I'll satisfy you." He turns over and presses forward, pushing his thick penis against the soft petals between her legs. Momo holds her breath and braces herself for the coming storm.

The doctor lowers his waist and completely penetrates her body. Momo let out a high-pitched scream and clasps the doctor's back with both hands. She feels that her body had been completely opened by the doctor, and every cell was catering to his rhythm.

The doctor begins to thrust fiercely, driving into the deepest part of her body with each stroke. Momo soon gets lost in the endless pleasure and moans loudly. She no longer cares if anyone hears her outside the door, now only the doctor and her body are left in her world.

As the doctor's thrusts become faster and faster, Momo soon reaches her climax.

Momo gasps for air and allows the doctor to thrust inside her. Her mind has long since left her, leaving only the desire and desire for sex.

The doctor grabs her legs and spreads them wider to enter her deeper and harder. Momo feels that her cervix had been completely opened by the doctor, and every impact hit the most sensitive and vulnerable spot there.

"Ah...so deep...please be gentle..." she begs, panting, but her voice is full of joy. The doctor ignores her and instead thrusts harder, making her body tremble with every thrust.

"Call out, call me by my name!" The doctor ordersd, grabbing her nipple with one hand and pinching it. Momo moans loudly uncontrollably, "Doctor...harder...I want you..."

The doctor smiles with satisfaction and penetrates her soft and moist body even more fiercely. Momo feels that she has become a sex doll in the hands of the doctor, being played around at will. But this makes her feel a strange sense of satisfaction, as if this was her true value.

The doctor goes deeper and deeper every time, and finally completely takes possession of her after a fierce collision. The hot liquid spurts out and hits the depths of her cervix. Momo also reaches climax at the same moment, trembling all over.

The doctor slowly withdraws from her body and smiles slightly at her exhausted appearance. "This is just the beginning, baby." He licks his lips and glances at her naked body, seeming to be thinking about how to enjoy this delicious beauty next.

Momo lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly. She knows that she belongs to the doctor forever, and no matter what he did to her, she could not refuse...

'Let’s go, Momo. Clean my cock and we shall return to your boyfriend.’ The doctor uses his cock to slap Momo’s face. A tears drop from her eyes, and she swallows the cock again.

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sicbaby · 7 months

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sleeping beauty

stepdad!leon kennedy x f!reader

cw: 18+ smut, stepcest, somnophilia, non consensual (at first)

it was a weekend you were looking forward to. a nice little winter vacation with your mom and some of her friends. it would be nice to get out of the house for a while anyway, especially since your seasonal depression kicked in.

however, your plans quickly changed when you fell ill. god damnit, stupid fucking weather. had to ruin your plans. now you were bed ridden, absolutely no energy so you refused to do anything. your loving mother didn’t bat an eye, wishing you well and heading off with her friends for the weekend. thanks, mom.

luckily, your stepdad was free. leon.

leon was a good dad, sweet and caring… more than your mom ever was. you liked him a lot. your mom put leon in charge of taking care of you for the weekend, and he was more than happy to oblige. he barely ever had time off work, and he was looking forward to spending time with you.

it was friday night and leon sat on the couch watching tv, feeling frustrated. the reason why? you.

yes, you. the poor little thing that had slept the day away. he had planned out the whole evening for the two of you. he was going to make soup, cuddle you and watch your favorite movies and kiss and love on you. like a good father should when his daughter gets sick. but you never even got out of bed. he felt lonely, frustrated, and needy. he missed his pretty little girl.

it was getting late. he shut down the house and put away the full pot of soup he had made for you. just seeing it sitting there made his frustration grow even stronger.

he turned off all the lights, locking the front door and heading upstairs. he’s mad at you.

he knows he shouldn’t feel that way, especially when you’re sick. but he can’t help it. he passes your door, not giving it a second look as he heads to his room.

he strips to his boxers, ready to get in bed as he fights an internal struggle within himself.

god, it’s not your fault, you poor thing. but he has needs too, doesn’t matter if you’re sick. with a frustrated sigh, he heads to down the hall to check on you.

he knocks on your door softly, and when there isn’t a response he opens it. the air is damp, filled with the peppermint scent of your diffuser on full blast. the room is dark, and he can hardly see until he comes closer. you’re sleeping. still.

his gaze wanders over your sleeping form. you were on your belly with your left leg hiked up. you were wearing the sheerest pink nightgown, and the silk practically melted into your body, leaving little to the imagination. it also didn’t help that your position caused the gown to ride up, the bottom of your cheeks exposed to him. nothing underneath that slutty little gown, of course. despite his irritation, he couldn't deny the allure of your vulnerability. a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips as a wicked idea forms in his mind.

leon slowly approaches the side of the bed, his steps almost silent against the carpeted floor. he felt as if you owed him for the lonely, isolated day he had.

swiftly, he reaches out and gently brushes his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your feverish skin beneath his fingertips. "you know, i was hoping we could have some quality time together," he murmured, his tone mocking. "but it seems like you're too busy being a useless little burden, sleeping the day away."

his frustration brewed beneath the surface, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. leon slowly reaches down, his fingers grazing over your thigh. the touch was light, teasing, not wanting to wake you up just yet.

"since you're so useless, maybe i should find another way to entertain myself," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "hmmm,” he hums, “maybe i'll have to wake you up properly, little sleeping beauty."

leon's hand continued caressing your thigh, inching higher and higher. your mouth was wide open, snoring softly. he chuckled at that. even sick and asleep, you were such a prize. and he was going to claim you.

trailing his hand along the back of your left thigh, he nudges it to the side slightly, guiding your legs to open more for him. he trails up and up, until his index finger flicks over the soft flesh of your pussy. he smirks when you don’t move, and proceeds to glide his finger up and down your folds until it settles on your clit. he applies just enough pressure to elicit a small noise from your parted lips. it’s barely noticeable, though, and he keeps playing and teasing with your pussy until that warm wetness is coating his finger.

the act of making you wet even while you slept was an intoxicating feeling for leon. the sudden urge to possess you and claim you as his own rushes over him.

he crawls over you, settling into bed next to you. he places a light hand on your back, feeling the silk of your nightgown. his touch trailed lower and his fingers knead the soft flesh of your ass, reveling in its plumpness. he couldn't help but let out a low, husky groan as his desire for you intensified.

leon's desire grew even stronger as he shifted closer to you. being careful not to disturb you, he delicately repositioned you onto your side, hand still firmly gripping your ass. once he’s satisfied with your position, he presses his hand to the front of your hips, pressing your ass against him. his cock hardens at the feeling of your warm and soft ass against him. he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, feeling his cock grow with every slow rut. a low growl of satisfaction escaped his lips as he continued, moving his head up to press his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

he looks back down to your ass, slowly and carefully lifting your nightgown up your back, exposing your bare skin to the fabric of his boxers as he continues to slowly hump you. in a low, whispered voice, he couldn't resist indulging in dirty talk again, knowing you wouldn't hear him. you were so deep in your slumber.

"hi, princess.” he taunts, right in your ear this time. “you gonna let daddy fuck your tight little pussy? hm? yeah, you are. daddy’s gonna do whatever he wants with you tonight, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. “daddy deserves that, right?” he asks, reaching up to grab your chin, forcing you to nod your head in your sleep. he chuckles deeply at this. “yeah, that’s right. good girl, baby.”

as he continues grinding against you, his hand lowers from your chin to your breasts, lightly grazing his fingers over your nipples, smirking to himself when he feels them harden almost immediately. you don’t move, don’t make any noise, and he wonders how much farther he can go. he trails his left hand down your tummy to your pussy, his hand once again finding your clit. at this point, you’re soaked. “dirty fucking girl..” he chuckles deeply.

he removes his hand, wiping your slick off on his boxers as he pulls them down his legs. he tosses them off the bed, moving back to you to lift up your leg. he scoots up, placing his now hard cock up against your wet cunt. he brings your leg back down and groans at the feeling of your lips and thighs surrounding his cock. he begins humping you again, your pussy continuously wetting his dick and making the most obscene noises in the quiet room.

it wasn’t until now you stir slightly, in a weird dream like state. you feel heat on your neck, a warmth against your body and wetness pooling between your legs. and yet, your mind can’t comprehend it, choosing to stay asleep.

leon continues humping his cock against your pussy, grunting softly in your ear. soon, he’s losing all control. he quickly lifts your leg, taking his dick into his hand as he slaps your cunt a few times with it, teasing himself yet again. he rubs it back and forth, pushing his head against your entrance, gauging your reaction. you still don’t move, and he scoffs a little. he finally presses the tip of his cock into your waiting hole, slowly yet surely filling you up. he barely gets all the way inside when you finally wake up, in a daze.

“hmm- huh, hnnng? leon?” you whine, immediately trying to get up when you feel a heavy, almost painful weight inside of you. you’re sick, weak and confused, your whines almost sound like you’re about to cry. and you just might, until leon pushes you gently back onto your side. “shhh, shhh, princess. it’s okay, daddy’s here. just needed to fill you up, make you feel better. daddy just wanted to feel you. that’s okay, right baby?” he shushes you, keeping his cock buried deep inside you.

you lay back against the pillows, your face contorted in confusion and worry. you nod. “o-oh, y-yeah… okay, daddy…” you immediately comply. you trust your dad. whatever he’s doing.

your voice is weak, eyes burning and you’re just so fucking tired. your state turns leon on even more. you don’t even comprehend what’s going on until you blink a few more times.

and then you realize it. your stepdads cock is inside of you.

“d-dad?” you say weakly, unable to move. your eyes shift around the room, scared to move, scared to turn around to face him.

“yeah?” he groans. “so naughty. leaving your daddy all alone all day.” he mumbles. “you’re gonna make it up to me, kay princess?” his voice is condescending, a bit mean, and it makes your pussy clench around him. yet your face tells a different story. you’re on the verge of tears. why is this happening? he laughs breathily into the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you want this just as much as him. even if you don’t realize it yet.

your mouth is slightly open, unable to breathe through your nose due to your sickness. you feel dizzy, your body hot and sweaty and leon begins to thrust, pounding into you relentlessly from behind. your body is completely limp in his hold, his left hand digging into your thigh harshly as he keeps your leg up in the air.

you cry out, your body feeling so fragile and sore. he’s just making it worse. this isn’t right. but why are you so wet? your panic increases by the second.

“d-dad! stop! this is so bad,” you sob. “t-this is sooo wrong!”

his thrusts are forceful, taking exactly what he wants from you with no mercy. he can sense your energy waning, your body growing weaker as you try to fight back. he drops your leg, reaching around to rub circles into your swollen clit.

“oh, it feels wrong, does it?” he growls. “but i know you want this, baby girl. fight all you want. pussy’s fuckin’ crying for me.” he feels your body trembling, little whines and cries falling from your pretty mouth.

you feel so overwhelmed, thrashing in his hold, tears falling from your eyes. you don’t even know what you want, a pure mess, brain mushy and can’t think straight. your movements are futile against him. “s-stop! stop! hurts, daddy! please…” he’s huge, practically splitting you in two on his dick.

“no, no, baby. you be good for daddy. you don’t wanna make daddy angry, hmm? bad girls don’t get to cum, you know.” his voice is surprisingly soft, yet so fucking condescending it makes a sob erupt from you. he pulls all the way back out, before slamming his entire length back into your pussy.

“d-daddy,” you cry. “please!” you’re shaking so much, poor baby. your pussy keeps clenching, sucking in his cock before trying to spit him out.

“awww.” he coos. “does daddy’s cock feel too big for your tiny little pussy, baby girl?” he slows his thrusts, giving you some time to adjust. you can feel your heartbeat racing in every part of your body, especially in your cunt. you’re thankful he slows down. you can really feel him this way, feel how every ridge drags deliciously against your walls. it feels too good now. you want to cum. you need to cum.

however, leon doesn’t like taking it slow. “don’t worry, honey. i know you can take it.” he resumes a faster pace, your entire body bouncing from the force. your sobs of pain and discomfort quickly turn into whiny moans of pleasure, no matter how much you try to fight it.

he grabs your cheeks roughly, squeezing them, making your lips pout as he turns your head towards him slightly. he kisses at your tears, tasting the saltiness on your face.

“you’re doing so well, my precious little toy. you’re such a good girl for taking all of daddy’s cock.” he praises, causing you to subconsciously relax a little, letting him sink deeper into your cunt.

“thaaaats it, princess,” he continues, bottoming out and stilling for a moment again. he kisses your neck hungrily, breathing in your scent once again. “you ready to cum for daddy, my little bunny?” he teases, his voice dripping with control. you whine in response, that dumb little brain of yours not able to form words. “beg for it, baby. show me just how badly you need it.” he ruts up harshly into you one time, urging you to speak. it causes you to gasp out a broken moan.

“p-please… please.. need ‘t cum…” it’s a weak response, but you truly aren’t able to conjure up anything better. your hips have a mind of its own, grinding back on leon’s cock desperately searching for release.

leon would want to make you beg for it until you were screaming, but he had to have some type of consideration for his sick baby, right?

he doesn’t respond to your begging, only continuing to pound into you. it feels so good you feel like you’re about to pass out, head empty and dizzy.

he reaches around once more, slapping your bouncing tits a few times, making you gasp. you throw your hands up, trying to stop him but he easily swats your hands away and continues. his fingertips drop down harshly right on your hard, sensitive nipples. “nuh uh, baby. what did i say, huh?” he threatens in a high pitched, taunting baby-like voice.

“‘m sorr- sorry, daddy!” you cry out, hiccuping, your voice hoarse.

“mm, it’s okay, my sweet girl. ‘s brave, endured so much for daddy. go ahead and cum, baby. cum all over daddy’s cock.” he says through gritted teeth. he stops his assault on your tits, bringing his hand down to rub at your puffy clit.

your hand wraps around his wrist, pushing it down harder against the swollen nub. he smirks at this. your lip is drawn between your teeth, body going stiff as you near your release.

“cmon, baby. be a good girl for me. wanna feel that tight pussy cum around my cock. you want it, don’t you?” he encourages, his balls drawing up, so so so close to cumming inside of you.

“mhm, mhm, mhm!” you moan, nodding your head once you feel your orgasm approaching. your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back into your head, body convulsing as you cum hard. your head is thrown back, resting on leon’s shoulder. he places kisses on your temple, holding you tight through your release.

he starts rutting into you like a rabbit as he cums, shooting his load deep into your womb, offering a warm satisfaction in your lower belly. his thrusts turn into slow, sharp ruts, making sure your cunt takes everything he has to give.

“fuck, baby.” he grunts, his body convulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. he stays inside of you for a moment. both of you are breathing hard and you sigh tiredly. he moves the hair from out of your face, kissing you sweetly on the cheek.

your cheeks are red and puffy, stained with tears. you feel so good, you can’t even be upset at what just happened. in fact, you want it to happen again.

exhaustion washes over you. your thoughts, your morality… it can wait for the morning.

“go back to sleep, sweet girl. daddy will take care of you. love you so much, princess.” he kisses your forehead, nosing your hairline, inhaling your sweet scent. he just can’t get enough. such a perfect little girl, and now he’s claimed you. his perfect little girl, all for him.

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chuuyrr · 8 months

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KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US — DAZAI OSAMU

⊹ CW(s): f! reader, suggestive (kissing, touching, and making out in the office), dazai being a menace, established relationship, mentions of marriage, lovesick! dazai

⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which he wants you, and for you two to get caught

inspired by: agora hills by doja cat !

dazai osamu could never keep his hands to himself. he was dazai for goodness sake, and he has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

he enjoys being near to you at work just as much as he enjoys being with you in private. so, dazai takes every opportunity to be with you, whether it's holding your hand or twirling a strand of your hair in his hand while you work on reports, subtly leaning his head against your shoulder, or secretly squeezing your thigh, and he always loves the pink blush that spreads on your cheeks as you whisper yell him about pda.

but that's what makes it so difficult for him; dazai loves you too much to keep you a secret. you were his, and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, as well as who he belongs to.

you were about halfway through the papers given to you by the president when dazai slides next to you in his swivel chair, whining as he clings to your arm, "belladonna!~"

"osamu, i'm busy," you smile and giggle, but you quickly switch up, changing your tone as you sigh and flick his forehead, prompting a tiny scream and pout from him, "busy doing the papers you should be doing, mister."

"oh, come on! everyone has already gone out for lunch, and we're the only ones left here!" dazai grumbles as he wraps his arms around you after rubbing his forehead.

"and you insisted on staying with me! ugh, well maybe if you helped me, we can both get some lunch like the oth—" your eyes widen as dazai snatches the papers from your desk, putting them out of your reach and even causing some of the notepads and pens you had on your desk to roll off.

you gasp sharply, opening your mouth to scold him, but he slams his lips against yours, earning you a groan from him.

dazai's hands reach for your waist as he feverishly kisses you, his warm lips pressing deeply yet eagerly against yours.

you turn your face away, attempting to avoid his kiss as you let out a soft whine, trying to tell him off, "not now, osamu!"

but, alas, he closes the gap between you once more, this time much closer as his hands tenderly slide down and hold your hips to pull you into his lap.

dazai feels you squirm on his lap and finds himself chuckling in between the kisses, but he simply holds you firmly, one hand tenderly carressing your hip and the other now on the back of your neck to hold you in place.

how could he resist such a work of art as you? the way the sunlight from the window delicately highlights your face just for him to admire as your hair frames everything perfectly like icing on a cake, and don't even get him started on how you always smell so sweet like vanilla with your perfume.

dazai loves every single part of you and feels the need to be always closer to you, so he has his attention on you like a moth to a flame as you were a temptation for him.

you're so warm and plush in his embrace, and you can feel his warmth seeping through your clothes as much as his hands tenderly hold you in place on his lap.

"m-mmh, osamu. please—" you try to speak again, but he shuts you up with his lips once more, his kiss a demand as well as a declaration of love and desire.

"hush for a second, pretty girl," dazai's breath tickles your lips as he pulls away just a fraction before his lips were on yours again.

"then stop eating my face," you whine softly, grabbing his shoulders and successfully yanking your face away from him.

"aww, and why should i?" dazai says, smirking as he caresses your hip with one hand while the other glides from the back of your neck to your cheek to cup it, "you're just so tempting my dear."

"w-we're at work!" you stammer, squirming on his lap once more, "now put me down or else we might get caught, osamu!"

"too bad," dazai rolls his eyes at you, pinching your cheek before pulling you by the chin, so you were now nose-to-nose with each other.

you feel blood rush into your cheeks at his proximity, and even more so when he says the following words to you.

"i want us to get caught."

at this point, your face was on fire. in fact, the room—no, everything becomes too hot all of a sudden, prompting you to raise your voice out of surprise, "w-what? are you crazy?!"

"crazy in love with you, that is," dazai winks at you before tracing your cheek with his nose, trailing it down as his breath tickles your neck this time, and his breathy voice sends tingles up and down your spine, making you unable to sit still on his lap, "and you have no idea just how far a crazy man would go for his darling angel."

"your hips are an altar i would worship anytime of the day, my love," he whispers as his hands sensually trail from your neck and waist to your hips, squeezing them as he kisses your neck.

as one of his hands began to slip under your shirt, your breaths hitch and you couldn't help but let out a soft whine, and dazai revels in the feel of your skin as he kisses your neck, writing his love on it with marks and soft groans.

"and i know heaven is a thing because i go there whenever i touch you, and whenever i'm with you, baby," he groans with indulgence as his lips continue to kiss and bite at your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt now, caressing your side, the spot just under your chest.

dazai's emotions were all over the place, but it was desire mixed with exasperation. he immerses himself in the sensation of your lips and body during the heated moment, closing the gap between you with undeniable intimacy.

"fuck, i wanna tie the knot," he says in hushed mumbles, completely in love with you.

dazai lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead against yours tenderly, his hands now cupping your face at a daydream of you that he has now engraved in his mind, "i wanna see my pretty girl in a wedding dress, walking up to me to be with me til' death do us part."

"and i just wanna show her off. tell everyone she's mine and no one else's," a soft, low growl escapes his breath as he claims your lips one more time with a feverish deep kiss to mark his territory, but this time it comes with a hint of tenderness as he strokes your cheek.

"osamu, we're gonna get caught," you say softly, your breath shaky, your hands still gripping his shoulders as he continues his assault of kisses.

"then let them catch us, sweetheart. you're mine to brag about," you feel dazai's smirk against your lips, and his hands on your hips again, but this time they're sliding down to squeeze your thighs in a firm grasp that causes you to squirm on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

dazai then purposefully but playfully bounces you on his lap, causing you to let out a sharp gasp mixed with a whine. suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the office door just as his hands begin to slip further past, and your eyes widen. it was as if he knew your coworkers were about to return from their lunch break, and he did know that.

your heart rate increases with strange excitement and fear. you squirm and try to pull yourself up and away from his lap, but he simply holds you tighter against him, his arms now locking around your waist to keep you in place.

"h-hey, now! let me go!" you whisper yell.

"oh, no. you stay right where you are, my pretty girl. i'm not letting you go," dazai says with a grin, finding amusement in your panic, "nope."

"what are we gonna tell them if they see us like this?! kunikida is gonna scold us!"

"heh, tell em' that we were kissing and hoping they caught us~"

"OSAMU!"

⊹ A.N: happy halloween! ok, but like, after re-reading this and stuff, this was waaaay better in my head ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა ՞ˎˊ˗

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hephaestiions · 2 months

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“What the fuck is this?”

Potter, in a fit of rage, is quite the sight to behold. Magic sizzles around him, errant curls escape his lazy bun, spectacles sit a touch too crooked on his nose.

Draco sips his tea. “A transfer request.”

“For Merlin’s sake—“ Potter rubs the bridge of his nose, a tell Draco’s learnt to mean he’s confused and scattered, and entirely unwilling to admit it. “I can read, Malfoy. Why?”

“Article 9, Section 3 of the Auror Code of Conduct—“

“No,” Potter cuts him off. “Absolutely not.”

Draco puts his tea down.

“I wouldn’t have thought,” he begins, slow and careful, “that you’d have already forgotten— what we did. Right in this office, in fact.”

“I haven’t forgotten anything,” Potter says. The transfer request is crumpling in his fist.

“Then you also remember it’s against the rules for us to remain partners—“

Potter stalks closer, until he’s towering over Draco’s desk. Draco’s mouth is desert-dry.

“Fuck the rules,” he says. This close, his scar always takes Draco by surprise, stark and ridged and white, cutting across his forehead and the top of his cheekbone. This close, now and every other time, he’s a riot of messy intensity. Draco can’t look away. “Merlin, Draco, when have I given a fuck about the rules? You leave me, I leave the MLE, there’s no point—”

“Potter,” Draco says. He’s weak and has never resisted temptation well. It’s no surprise this is all it takes for him to reach and cup Harry’s jaw, jittery thumb catching on the stubble shadowing his cheek. “Harry, I’m not that special.”

“Tell me you’re doing this because you think you have to,” Harry says, quiet and low. “Tell me you felt like you must, and not because you— because you want to get away from me. If it’s that, then I won’t stand in—“

“Don’t be silly.” It comes out sharp and affectionate, and Harry’s shoulders relax a little. “Nobody—“ he swallows, “—nobody else I’d trust to get my coffee order right, is there?” A flicker of a smile. Draco’s spirit sings. “Or—“ he says, huge and irrevocable and far too honest, “have my back in a fight. Only. It’s only you, isn’t it?”

Harry’s hand comes up, covers Draco’s where it still rests, trembling and uncertain on his cheek. He pulls it away, and for a split second Draco almost panics, until he realises Harry is lacing their fingers together, grip tight.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Harry says. “The— us.” His mouth ghosts over Draco’s knuckles, warm and soft and plaintive. “I wanted it so long, Draco.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Draco acquiesces.

They stare at each other, long, silent moments, breaths heavy.

“I’ll stay,” Draco nods eventually. “Of course I’ll stay, all you had to do was ask, just, say something Potter. Don’t you know that?”

Harry lights up with a grin so broad Draco wants to taste it, dip his tongue into it, merge his mouth with—

But Harry’s stepping back, towards the dustbin in the corner. Draco has a moment of confusion before Harry straightens out the transfer request still bunched in his grip and rips it to pieces. The parchment flutters, confetti-like, to the floor.

“You’re stuck with me,” Harry says, serious and determined, even though the smile hasn’t quite left his mouth. “Right here.”

“Where else—“ Draco clears his throat when the words come out raspy and tangled, “Harry. Where else would I possibly want to be?”

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “pieces”. dipping my toes back in here after years and i could not stop thinking about messy auror partners!

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #draco malfoy #harry potter #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #auror partners #workplace shenanigans #geets tries to get back into writing

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pasukiyo · 2 months

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TAKE YOU LIKE A DRUG

bodyguard!leon x f!popstar!reader word count; 1,576 warnings; smut, oral (f receiving) summary; he's tried time and time again to push you away, to make you understand that you don't know what it means to want him. but how can he resist the temptation when you come barreling into his hotel room in the late hours of the night?

Three knocks against Leon’s hotel room door woke him.

With a grumble, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his knuckles digging the sleep away from his eyes. He blinked through the blurriness of his vision down at the phone resting on the nightstand, ‘2:30’ in big, bold white letters across the top of the screen.

Three more knocks on the door made him rise from the bed and pull a loose t-shirt over his head, muscles aching with each step he took.

Frustration laced his weary bones— for fuck’s sake, it was his night off. For just once, he’d like to get some real sleep.

The knocking began again and Leon swung open the door before the count could reach three. He blinked, his brow dipping as he took in the figure before him. Her name tumbled from his lips and it was as if his voice was what made her snap, surging forward into him, her lips sealing his in a kiss.

Leon nearly stumbled backwards when she threw herself on him, an arm wrapped around his neck and a hand cupping his cheek. He steadied himself with either of his hands on her hips, attempting to pull himself away but the desperation in her kiss dragged him right back in, as if the ocean’s waves had crashed over his head.

Leon had kissed her many times before, too many times to count. They’d kissed in secret, in many storage closets, in dressing rooms, behind many backs. They’d kissed in hotel rooms, rental homes, even in each other’s own bedrooms. They’d kissed slowly, they’d kissed hard, they’d taken their time, and they'd kissed until they had to force themselves away to make schedules on time.

She kissed him now with a desperation he’d never tasted, never felt from her before. Her kiss was mind-numbing, nearly enough to turn his brain to mush and make his knees feel weak. But the slick, oily voice somewhere in the back of his head reminded him that he couldn’t do this, that he knew this was wrong. The voice’s whispers infected his brain like a parasite and twisted like vines around his ears, its breath hot as it curled around his cheeks.

Leon peeled open his eyelids and pushed her away by the grip he had on her hips, either of their chests heaving. She blinked up at him, a furrow in her brow and a look so devastating in her eyes that he had to turn away, wiping her spit from his lips.

“I told you we can’t do this anymore,” Leon managed to say over his panting.

She shook her head, “I don’t care.”

Leon, still with his back turned, closed his eyes, willing his heart to ease in his chest. This was the last thing he needed— temptation. Because that was all he saw whenever he looked at her. Temptation. A lust from deep within the pit of his belly for risk, a dark, twisted desire to corrupt her, to ruin her like he already was. There were many secrets he’d kept— from her, from others. Secrets he’d buried long ago and vowed he’d never let resurface— secrets he was too tempted to dig up from the grave he’d abandoned long ago the closer he let himself be drawn to her.

There was a whole life’s worth of baggage he knew he shouldn’t burden her with, knew she didn’t deserve to have to deal with. Leon Kennedy was wrong for her in every single sense— why couldn’t it just be simple to get her to understand that?

Leon sighed her name again, “you should,” he shook his head. “You should also be asleep right now. You just played a two hour show and you have a photoshoot in seven—“

“I don’t care, Leon.”

His muscles tensed when her hand slithered around his elbow, casting a glare to the ground beneath their feet as she coiled like a snake around his body until she stood before him. She dipped her chin, leaning down until their eyes could meet.

“Why are you always depriving yourself?” She asked, her temper short and rising to the gleam in her eyes. “You always push me away but I know you better than you think, Leon.”

Leon’s jaw clenched and his gaze sharpened, shaking his head. Her bottom lip quivered at the intensity of his stare but still, she wouldn’t relent, wouldn’t let go.

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” he muttered. “And trust me, if you did, you wouldn’t want me.”

She huffed, pressing her lips together to tame her temper. “You don’t know that,” she shook her head and he scoffed, slipping his arm away from her grip. She followed when he turned to move away, like a leech in his skin he couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard he tried. “Will you stop walking away from me for one goddamn second and just listen to me?”

Leon turned, towering over her very suddenly, eclipsing whatever little light still remained in the room. She nearly stumbled back when he hovered over her, her lips parting in a gasp when her back hit the wall. Even still, Leon leaned closer, sleep a distant memory on his bones.

“When will it get through your thick fucking skull that I’m not good for you?” He practically hissed with a venom she felt straight in the chest. She blinked, and he continued, “you don’t know what it means to want me. You don’t know what kind of baggage you’re asking for.”

There was a lump at the base of her throat that visibly bobbed when she swallowed and what might have been mistaken for fear began to show for what it really was— curiosity, desire, lust.

“I think I can discern what’s good or bad for me on my own,” she murmured, “I don’t need you to make decisions for me.”

Leon blinked— was it even possible to get this girl to realize she was making a mistake?

She balled the front of his t-shirt in a fist and tugged him into her, their breaths two ghosts in a waltz, the tips of their noses nearly touching.

“When will that get through your thick fucking skull?” She asked in a whisper, gaze flickering down to his lips and back. Leon’s heart thundered in his chest, the oily voice growing louder, barking its warnings. But the longer they stared at one another, the fainter the voice seemed to be until it drowned altogether.

Leon’s breath shuddered when he sucked it in, “you’re making a mistake.”

She leaned further in until their lips were a mere wisp away from each other, “I’ll think I’ll live.”

Their lips became one again and this time, Leon had no intention of pulling away. His hands were on her hips, woven in her hair, hers on his face, on his shoulder. They kissed with a fervor neither had ever felt before, their kiss was electric, and with a simple spark, they were both set aflame.

Leon’s hands carried her to bed and caressed the soft stomach beneath her t-shirt, his fingers curling around the hem of her shorts and tugging until they, along with her underwear, were discarded in a pile on the floor.

There they were again, making the same mistake they made time and time again. Her hands were in the dark blonde hair atop his head, still messy with sleep and his arms were hooked around her thighs, face burrowed into the sopping cunt between her legs, breathing her in like a vapor. His tongue swirled around her clit at an agonizing pace, one that had her throwing her head back into the pillows, her back arching up off the mattress.

“Mmm…” she mewled, squirming where she laid. “Fffuck Leon.”

Leon hummed against her aching bud, taking her in as if she were a drug, for that’s exactly what she was.

A drug— one he couldn’t get enough of. One he always pushed away from but still clawed his way back to over and over again. She was a beautiful vice tied with a ribbon of glamor and fame, the physical embodiment of everything Leon didn’t and would never deserve. She was something too grand, too perfect, too good for him.

Leon greedily lapped up everything she had to offer with his tongue to her center, staring up at her through heavy, hooded lids as she writhed and mewled his name. She sang for him like the pretty little songbird she was, his tongue’s ministrations her muse, the ink to the pen she used to write her lyrics. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if this moment would be turned into a song, music thousands of her fans would scream the lyrics to and he’d be the only one to understand it for what it truly meant.

“Fuck! More… Leon, please! Feels so… shit! Feels so fucking good!”

Like the selfish bastard he knew he was deep down, Leon buried his tongue further into the heat of her cunt, stealing her siren’s song straight from her lips. She was like a siren, enchanting him with her song, with each pretty little note he dug from her with every stroke of his tongue. And just like the selfish, undeserving bastard he was, Leon drank everything she had to offer up like an expensive brand of wine.

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A Spot in My Life T | 953 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is keeping a spare sweater or blanket in the car because they always get cold

Steve Harrington is a bitch.

It's something that Eddie knew, all through high school, but he had thought that Steve had somehow became a new person- thanks to the Upside Down and constantly almost seeing the world end.

Steve isn't a bad guy, he can admit. He's still trying to keep an eye on everyone, make sure they're ok, even checking in with Eddie in his own way.

But he's very sly about it, hiding it being playful jabs, eye rolls and cocked hips.

It rubs him the wrong way. And it's only made worse by how much Eddie still likes him. It's as if the bitchiness only draws him in more, even as it makes his chest burn with irritation.

He tries to avoid Steve for as long as he can. He knows that finally befriending him like they both want will only end badly, but he knows he can't resist the temptation.

He enjoys the time before as much as he can, reveling in how often Steve will try to corner him so they can hang out, how much he whines and pleads and pushes. He enjoys the illusion that Steve could feel anything for him like he does for Steve.

And, when they finally do hang out, his fears are confirmed.

Steve is amazing. He's funnier than he comes across as at first too. He pays attention to what Eddie says and tries to get him anything he wants.

He's the type of friend that anyone would fight for, Eddie is sure. It explains how he ended up so popular in high school too.

If Eddie had known what Steve is truly like, he'd have been lining up for a scrap of his attention like everyone else.

"They're assholes," Steve explains, when Eddie finally asks about his old lackeys. "Tommy always took shit a step too far. I didn't need them. Probably shouldn't have befriended them in the first place."

"They were your friends," Eddie reminds him.

Steve sighs, leaning back. "Yeah, I guess. Just wish I'd realised sooner, how they were getting."

He never complains about the kids, not genuinely. In the quiet moments, when Steve is honest with an almost painful degree of vulnerability, he talks about how amazing the kids are. He talks about how honored he is to be friends with Dustin.

It only makes Eddies feelings inch ever closer to 'the L word'.

"You should talk to him," Robin suggests. "He really is amazing."

"I know, but... guys that are ok with lesbians still get weird about gay men, you know?"

"Yeah, but Steve isn't like that. Did he ever tell you the full story of how I came out to him?"

"It was after the Russian torture drugs, right?"

"We were in the bathroom, near the cinema. I thought we might have puked it all up, so we decided to test it, ask each other questions. So, I asked him if he was ever in love..."

"Oh... oh no."

"Oh yes. He liked me, told me so, and that's when I came out to him."

"Holy shit, Robin."

"But that's my point. He was a little surprised, sure, but he started making jokes, like, immediately. Didn't phase him at all. He got with it immediately. We're just friends, and that's not a problem for him."

Eddie groans, throwing his head back so it thumps into the wall behind him. "But that just makes him more hot!"

The story plagues his mind, to the point that it's the only thing he can think about when he picks Steve up for their next hang out.

In the dead of winter, Steve feels the cold worse than anyone else that Eddie knows. He runs hot, and the sudden temperature drops brings out the worse in him.

He's shivering when he climbs into Eddie's car.

"Fuck, why isn't your heating on?" He whines.

"It's broke," Eddie reminds him. "It's fine, don't worry."

"Don't worry? I'm gonna get hypothermia, Eddie! I don't want to turn into an ice sc- what is that?"

He takes the blanket that Eddie had reached back to grab, staring at it.

"It's a blanket."

"No shit, I mean... it's yellow."

"Yeah? You like yellow."

"You got this for me?"

"You see anyone else shivering in my van?"

"No, it..." Steve pauses, glancing at Eddie before slowly wrapping the blanket around himself. "Sorry, uh... thank you. This is, um, nice."

"it's nothing."

"It's not. Just- take the thanks, Ed."

"Alright, alright."

They're silent for the rest of the drive. It's so unusual for them that it has Eddie nervous, glancing at Steve every other moment.

When they finally pull to a stop, Eddie turns to Steve, who stays where he is. He stares out the front window for a moment, before turning to face Eddie.

"Are you alright?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah, I am. Enjoying the warmth."

"That all?"

"... yeah."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "You're a terrible liar."

"Wh- hey, I'm a good liar!" He tries to glare, but quickly backs down with a huff. "Alright, fine, but it's really sappy! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Oh, no, the horror."

"Shut up. I was just thinking about how, like... there's so many little things in your life that are for me. My tapes in your room, spare clothes in your closet, this blanket... I really appreciate it, man. You've made space for me in your life. It means a lot to me."

"Oh, right. That's... yeah. Of course, Steve. You're always welcome. I love- uh... spending time with you."

"Good. I love spending time with you too."

"Good."

"Great."

Steve's smile is wide and goofy. He's sure that his own is just as cheesy.

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louisaskywalkerani · 22 days

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Whispers in the Dark, forbidden embrace.

Pairing : Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

synopsis : anakin reassures you about your forbidden relationship in more ways than one.

CW : 18+, smut! minors DNI. no movement but, p in v penetration, cock warming.

an : ok this is my first fanfic i've ever written, i'm completely petrified tbh, i tried to do my best, if u can give me some advice, it would be super nice. enjoy this ig.. the end is also inspired by @ohcaptains !!

The dim lighting in the temple corridor casts long shadows. Anakin's footsteps echo softly as he approaches you, a determined look in his eyes. You've been avoiding him, knowing the danger of your connection. Tonight, there's no escape.

"Anakin, we shouldn't be here," you whisper, your voice trembling with the weight of unspoken emotions.

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "We can’t keep pretending, not anymore," he replies, his voice husky. "The Council doesn’t understand what we feel."

You look into his eyes, seeing the conflict mirrored in your own. "What if we're caught? The Council—"

"Screw the Council," he interrupts, his hands gently cupping your face. "I need you. We both know this is more than a fleeting desire."

Your breath hitches as his thumb brushes over your lips. "Anakin, we're risking everything."

"Some things are worth the risk," he murmurs, leaning in. His lips capture yours in a kiss that speaks of months of longing and suppressed passion. The kiss deepens, and you feel the warmth of his body against yours, his heartbeat pounding in sync with your own.

Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours. "Tell me you don’t feel the same, and I'll walk away."

You close your eyes, the truth undeniable. "I can’t," you admit softly. "I’ve tried, but I can’t."

With a relieved sigh, Anakin wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "Then let’s not fight it anymore."

—

The night is serene, stars twinkling above as if to guard your secret. Anakin spreads his cloak on the ground, inviting you to sit beside him. “Remember when we first met?” he asks, his voice a soft murmur.

You smile, the memory clear in your mind. “You were so arrogant,” you tease. “I thought you’d never take anything seriously.”

Anakin chuckles, his hand finding yours. “And you were so serious. Always following the rules.”

A comfortable silence settles between you, the bond deepening with shared memories. You both lie down on the cloak, looking up at the stars. "I used to think the stars held our destiny," you say, your voice barely audible.

"They still do," Anakin replies, his fingers intertwining with yours. "But we can choose our path."

The quiet of the night is broken only by the soft sounds of the temple gardens. Anakin turns to you, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we didn't have to hide?" he asks, his voice tinged with sadness.

"All the time," you admit. "But the life we've chosen doesn't allow for what-ifs."

Anakin's grip tightens around your hand. "We could leave. Start a new life, far from here. No rules, no codes, just us."

You look at him, the sincerity in his eyes making your heart ache. "And what of our duties? Our responsibilities?"

"We've given enough," he says fiercely. "Isn't it time we lived for ourselves?"

The temptation is strong, the vision of a life with Anakin almost too beautiful to resist. But the weight of your commitments anchors you. "I don’t know if I can."

Anakin sighs, pulling you closer. "I can't lose you," he whispers. "Not now, not ever."

"You won't," you promise, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "We'll find a way to make this work."

The night stretches on, filled with whispered words and tender touches. As dawn approaches, you both lie entwined, the weight of your choices pressing down but the warmth of your connection offering solace. For now, in this moment, you are together, and that’s all that matters.

You lay there, enveloped in the warmth of each other’s embrace. The temple gardens, usually so serene and quiet, now seem to pulsate with the forbidden energy of your bond. The leaves rustle gently in the night breeze, almost as if they are whispering your secrets.

Anakin strokes your hair gently, his fingers tracing patterns that send shivers down your spine. “I’ve always admired your strength,” he says softly. “You’ve kept us hidden so well, even when it must have torn you apart.”

You sigh, nuzzling closer to him. “It hasn’t been easy,” you admit. “Every time I see you, I have to fight the urge to run into your arms. But I’ve never regretted it. Not for a moment.”

His grip tightens around you, as if he fears you might slip away. “I want to show you something,” he says suddenly, sitting up. “Come with me.”

Curious, you follow him through the winding paths of the garden until you reach a small, hidden alcove. The moonlight filters through the leaves, casting a mystical glow over everything. Anakin kneels and presses a hidden switch, revealing a small passageway.

“How did you find this?” you ask, amazed.

“I have my ways,” he replies with a wink. “Come on.”

The passage leads to a secluded chamber deep within the temple, one that even you, with all your knowledge of the place, had never discovered. It’s filled with ancient artifacts, relics of Jedi history, and texts that seem almost forgotten by time.

“I come here to think,” Anakin says, lighting a small lantern that casts a warm glow over the room. “It’s a place where I can be myself, away from the pressures of the Council and the weight of my duties.”

You walk around, marveling at the treasures surrounding you. “It’s incredible,” you whisper. “Like a sanctuary.”

Anakin smiles, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wanted to share it with you. A place that’s ours alone.”

You turn in his embrace, your eyes meeting his. “Thank you,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “It means more than you know.”

For a moment, you simply stand there, holding each other, surrounded by the silent witnesses of a bygone era. Then, with a gentle tug, Anakin leads you to a small nook filled with cushions. You sit down together, and he pulls you into his lap, his lips finding yours once more.

He breaks the kiss and smiles up at you, taking in every curve of your body, his hands brushing along your thighs as he drinks in the sight of you.

“You're so beautiful... even more so up close.” he whisper

He reaches up, his hand cradling your cheek as he kisses you again. As the kiss deepens, he pulls you closer, his hand sliding lower along the curve of your waist. His touch is gentle at first, but as his passion grows, he holds you tighter against him.

Anakin's tongue explores your mouth as his hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine as it ignites the fire burning within you.

You moan softly into his mouth as you feel his fingers brush across your skin, their touch leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Your hands explore his back, feeling every muscle as they clench and relax beneath your fingertips.

Anakin breaks away from you briefly, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. His teeth graze against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

“Ani... what are we doing...?” You breathe, biting your lip as his lips find a sensitive spot on your neck.

Anakin chuckles, his breath warm against your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"I think you know, love.." He murmurs, his hand slipping under your chin to tilt your head back and expose your neck to him.

“I want you,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and husky.

His words send shivers down your spine, and you can't help but arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him. Your body aches for his touch, but you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Regardless, he can sense you tightening your grip on the back of his head. As you shift up against his thigh, the heat from your underwear burns against him.

He is aware that you are hesitant.

“It can be like i told you last time.” He stutters, licks his lips, and struggles to get the words out of his throat.

“Just- sit on it.” he managed to say. “If you don’t want to move it’s alright love, just wanna be inside you.”

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and kiss it carefully to not leave any marks.

“Anakin..” You whisper softly as you struggle not to close your eyes to his touch.

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“What? Are you afraid?”

Your eyes roll slightly “No i’m not afraid.”

A slight smile appears at the corner of his lips. “Then what is it?”

You squint at his attitude. “Nothing. I- I just won’t move.”

He nods and slowly kisses your neck, his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. “Alright, love.”

You shift back so he can pull his trousers down to his knees, and you take his cock in your hand, feeling him melting at your simple touch.

“Love,” he whispers, his voice deep and rough. “I want to be inside you. Now.”

You feel a surge of heat between your legs, and you can't help but moan in response. You've never felt so aroused, so completely lost in the moment.

You push your underwear to the side, and you lift yourself to sink onto him as Anakin breathes “Take it easy love, don't want you to hurt yourself.”

You halt. To avoid pushing him inside of you all at once and hurting yourself, you grip his shoulder to steady yourself.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You pause as a slow burn builds in your thighs, you clench down in an effort to relieve the pain.

“Fuck,” Anakin grunts as he wraps his arm around the back of your hips, “Lemme,” he mumbles, and he flexes gently his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked core and kiss your neck again to distract you from the potential pain.

You're gasping for air, you moan softly in pleasure, the heat of his mouth on your skin igniting the fire within you. You've never felt anything like this before, and you never want it to end.

When you finally sink to the depths, the pair of you moan out loudly in unison.

Anakin buries his face in your neck, “Now, don’t move. Just don’t move.” He grunts once again.

You nod a little too vigorously, which creates a slight movement in your hips, and because of that you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you.

he manage laughs falsely and grips your hips more firmly “What did i say?”

“S- Sorry” You whisper as you feel his wet lips brush against your breasts which makes you throw your head back.

“If you move again,” Anakin begins to say, panting, “I'll leave the Jedi order and do what I should have done a long time ago.”

Anakin always wanted to fuck you properly and it drove him crazy not to be able to do it.

“D - Don’t try to tempt me, Anakin” You managed to say, saying in your head to yourself,

Don’t even move.

But Anakin brings you out of your thoughts by licking gently your neck, making you clench around him, causing him to groan deep against your neck.

“I'm warning you, this is the last time.” He says, gritting his teeth and gripping your hips even more firmly, but not enough to hurt.

“It’s all your fault this time” You whimper as you tighten your grip on his shoulders.

“Just stay still,” He said firmly, concentrating on not moving and coming inside you.

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notmyneighbor · 1 month

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a new neighbor | francis mosses x female reader

chapter 3

words | 5k

cw | explicit sexual content. cheating, fondling, oral sex

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Francis doesn’t sleep that night.

He’s too anxious, his mind wandering. Thinking up his next batch of excuses for upcoming absences, granting him more to spend with you.

It’s the freedom of you he really craves. That notion that you represent youth and possibility. A future that had been squandered in his own timeline. But being with you is like a second chance. Stolen. Undeserved, maybe. But he can’t resist that kind of temptation.

He’s on the couch tonight, the springs creaking as he tosses and turns. He thinks about you one floor above. Dressed in some frilly, feminine thing. Hand shoved beneath the waistband of your pajamas, touching yourself like he’d told you to. Biting your bottom lip, turning and burrowing your face into the side of your pillow to keep silent when the pleasure got to be a little too much. The milkman recalls the taste of you, the feel of your mouth on his. Your fingers wrapped around his cock. He wishes you were there right now. Pinned beneath him. He’d wanted to fuck you right then and there in the stairwell earlier. Take your virginity for his own.

He’s not even guilty when the idle strokes of his erection beneath the sheet draped over him become more intentional and deliberate. He spills over his hand, hips spasming. His face is tucked into the side of the couch, braced on either side by the pillow below his head and the cushion beside it. It’s only when he’s blown that load that he finally feels some of the tension ease. He can sleep now.

***

“I’m going to stop at the store to pick up some things we need.”

Francis stands at the kitchen sink later that morning, rinsing his coffee mug. Nacha glances over at him from her position behind the stove. “Thank you. That would be really helpful.”

“I’m going to take Ana to the park tomorrow, too.”

His girlfriend sets the fork down she’d been using to fluff the scrambled eggs, shutting the stove off and moving the pan to a cooler burner. She smiles, a gesture that seems to come easier these days. She’s really enjoying being out of the house, pursuing her passion. He truly is glad for her newfound joy.

Now he wants his turn.

“You know,” she begins, moving to stand beside him at the sink. “The other night was a lot of fun. More like the old days, you know?” She reaches for his bare arm. He’s still wearing pajamas. Their daughter isn’t even awake yet.

“Uh, yeah.” He doesn’t meet her gaze. He doesn’t want to reflect on that moment, when he’d been pretending the mother of his child was actually the babysitter. Leaving her to finish herself, because he’d given up trying to figure out what she actually needed to achieve that goal long ago. You though. He would always make certain you’d get off with him.

The freckle faced woman is now behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He can’t help but tense up. He doesn’t want this. He’s not hers, he’s yours.

“You’ve been trying. I can tell. Helping out more. I appreciate it. Maybe…” She kisses his spine.

Francis gently pries her hands free. “Ana…” The old standby excuse of being caught by the young schoolgirl is always ready, always plausible.

“She’s dead asleep. Snoring.”

“Nacha. Nacha, listen to me.” He turns to face her. “This is never going to be…we’re not really engaged. Not even dating.”

“Well of course, I know that.” She shakes her head, the sleep tousled curls bouncing with the movement. “But that doesn’t mean…”

“No,” he says, and the word is such a sharp, vehement denial that the woman actually takes a step back, her different shaded eyes widening slightly. “No,” he repeats more gently. “You should be with someone that can give you what you deserve. The whole package. The emotional components, too. We should both try to find that,” he adds.

“But Francis, we can’t. The entire point of living together and telling people we’re engaged—”

“—is so people didn’t ridicule and codemn you. So Anastacha could have two parents instead of one. I’m not saying to give any of that up. I’m just saying…” What was he saying?

“You want to see someone else.”

“Someday,” he says vaguely, suddenly very interested in the cup of coffee he’s poured. They’re out of sugar. It’s bitter.

“Did you meet someone else?” He can hear how she tries to make the query light and airy, as if his answer isn’t all that serious. He knows better. He’s making her suspicious. This conversation is heading into dangerous territory.

“No, of course not. Who would I meet? I never go anywhere.”

“You see people everyday, Francis.”

“For work.”

“You’re telling me there’s not one attractive housewife out there that’s caught your eye?”

“Now you’re encouraging me to have an affair with a married woman?” He nearly chokes on his heated beverage.

“Relax, I’m teasing. I know you’d never do something like that.” She nudges his arm playfully and the dark liquid almost spills over the edge. “I’m going to go wake Ana up now.”

He watches her exit the kitchen and sets the mug back down on the counter, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall.

Your piano lesson begins in four hours.

***

The neighborhood you’re taking your music lessons in is nice.

Well manicured lawns. Houses kept in good repair, with fresh coats of paint. He wonders briefly what it would be like to dwell in one of these residences. No longer having neighbors just on the other side of thin walls. No longer hearing the constant noise of the city. Fresher air. A proper yard for Ana to play in.

More privacy.

Already his thoughts are shifting. He squirms in his seat, adjusting the fabric of his slacks slightly, trying to relieve some of the tightening pressure. He cranks the window down for air and he can actually hear you playing through the parlor window that’s also been lifted. The weather was holding, warm and fragrant with spring flowers. He shifts again and he can just make out your profile, those delicate hands working over ebony and ivory keys. Of course you’re talented. He’s not surprised by the smooth melody that seamlessly issues forth. He wonders if you’d had a piano where you’d lived before. It must be difficult not being able to practice at home anymore.

The song ends. He hears the murmur of voices. You emerge and he straightens in his seat, reaching for the key in the ignition.

You look puzzled at first. The car. You don’t recognize it. He doesn’t need to remind you to tap out the secret knock today. Your fingers work against the doorframe, the other hand clutching the book of sheet music to your chest, your brow furrowed.

“Did you think I was going to pick you up in the delivery truck again? With no seat for you? Get in here and give me a kiss.” His fingers drum the correct sequence back over the steering wheel.

Relief washes over your features. You slide inside the car and the older man pulls the book from your hands, tossing it on the back seat. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

The urge to kiss you, onlookers be damned, is overwhelming. Instead he focuses on reversing out of the driveway.

“How was your lesson? I could hear you playing. You’re very talented.”

“Good, yeah. I miss being able to practice at home, though. Now I can only do it at school.”

He hums sympathetically. “Put the window down if you want. I know it’s warm today.”

You grab the crank and rotate it, the glass partially retracting from sight before you settle back into the padded seat.

He can’t resist reaching towards you, tangling his fingers with yours. “I like your dress.” He thinks you could wear anything (or nothing, even better) and it would look wonderful on you. This one has some tiny print, the same image repeated over and over. Flowers? Cherries. Little paired bits of juicy red fruit and emerald leaves.

“Thank you.” Your cheeks are slightly flushed. You’re looking at the hands joined together. “I didn’t know what to think when I saw this car, I admit I was a little scared for a moment there. Silly, I know. As if a doppel would know to kidnap me from my piano lesson.”

“It’s good you’re being careful. What did your dad say about you getting a ride?”

“He was okay once he found out it was you picking me up. I said we were going shopping together.”

The irony of that first statement isn’t lost on the milkman. Two truths that shield a greater lie. Your father trusts him.

“Is Nacha home with Ana?”

“Yes, that’s why I was able to borrow her car. She’s not going out today.”

The hand entwined in his suddenly pulls free and Francis glances over at you. Did the mention of Nacha upset you?

“This is her car.”

“Yes. Is something wrong?”

You fold your arms tightly. The scowl is back. Darker this time.

The driver sighs. This was becoming an issue with you. This jealousy. There was no point to it. You had absolutely no reason to feel this way. He remarks as much out loud.

“It’s not the same for you. You don’t have any competition. I’m not living with a boyfriend.”

“We’re not really dating.”

“Not really engaged, either.”

“No.”

“Never sleep together either, right?”

“I spent last night on the couch, as a matter of fact.”

“I mean fucking,” you snap, and his face jerks to regard you.

“I told her we should see other people this morning.” His voice is deathly quiet.

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“What did she say?”

Francis had been driving without any real destination in mind. He won’t be picking up groceries just yet because perishable items would just spoil while he spent time with you. He’s reached a less savory part of town. These houses unkempt. Yards overgrown. An abandoned family run grocery store that had failed due to competitor's prices and selection of goods has a large lot in the back, where he parks the vehicle now. The asphalt is crumbling, weeds already poking through in stubborn reclamation. A shopping cart rests forgotten against the side of the brick building. Perhaps not the most impressive place to bring you. He really should prepare better. It’s just the other, more lustful thoughts always take hold and steer his brain away from common sense. He shuts the engine off and turns to face you.

“Look at me.” You stubbornly stare through the windshield. “Look at me,” he repeats, more firmly, and your eyes reluctantly meet his. “She didn’t say much of anything. That’s my entire point. She doesn’t care. Not really. It’s not real. It’s an illusion. You’re letting yourself be duped. You have no reason to ever think you’re in competition for my attention.”

You’re still silent. It’s so soon in the relationship to be this attached, to be this possessive. Maybe it’s your youth and inexperience making you feel that way.

“I am doing everything I can to spend as much time with you as possible.”

“I know,” you reply quietly.

“This isn’t going to get any easier. It’s only going to get more difficult. You’re going to have to keep lying. Over and over and over again. And you’re going to have to pretend. That you don’t have an issue with Nacha. That there’s nothing between us. Are you sure you’re ready for that? I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve changed your mind.” He’s giving you another out. Another chance to clear his conscience.

He doesn’t really want you to take it. Isn’t really bothered about the smudge on his soul, as it were.

“I want this.”

“I don’t want to spend our time together arguing. We have so little of it. Let’s not waste it.” He leans towards you and captures your lips. You’re still a little stiff, tense and miffed. But then you melt, your body surrendering to what it wants. Your hands come around his shoulders and your tongue touches his. Instant sparks surge through him. He has to have you. He has to. “Did you do what I asked you to do last night?” His voice sounds ragged.

“Yes,” you murmur beside his cheek.

“Good girl.” His hand dips beneath the edge of your dress, sliding along your thigh. “I couldn’t sleep last night. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, about this…” He’s reached your panties. Your hips grind back against the vinyl as you widen the opening, making room for him between your legs. “You’re always so hot and wet and ready for me.” Unsure who gasps louder when his fingers streak across your damp sex. Your kisses grow fiercer. You nip at his bottom lip and lick the arch of one cheekbone. You hum against his neck and dig your fingers into his scalp. That urge to suck your throat until the fragile vessels beneath the skin surrender and burst washes over him again. Marking you. Claiming you. A secret he has to keep, denying this dark desire for now.

The console between your body and his is annoying, constantly impeding his movements. “Get in the back with me,” he implores, swiping one last teasing stroke across your clit before he moves back, panting and hot, too hot, the upcoming summer with you will destroy him.

Once you’ve both made your way the rear seat of the car the milkman shoves your sheet music book carelessly to the floor, his hands seating heavily on your hips, tugging to indicate he wants you to move. You’re just able to crawl onto his lap, your head bent so you don’t hit the roof of the car. His hands are already back under your dress again, buried beneath that lightweight, fluttery material with its tempting little fruits.

He strokes your thighs and you lick the sweat from his brow. He mashes his face between the breasts still hidden from sight, inhaling that clean soap and powder scent. Everything about you is so fresh and new. Pure, until he makes you otherwise.

His hands cup the curves of your buttocks now, squeezing the soft globes of flesh. His appetite for the taste of that sweet candy mouth of yours is insatiable. It doesn’t even matter if anyone were to see you together now. A patrol officer, Nacha, your father, hell even the DDD or one of the doppelgangers themselves could be just outside the window and he’d tell them to fucking wait because he’s not giving you up, not for anyone or anything. Had he thought you too possessive earlier? He understands the notion completely. He wants you to be his. Only his.

“I want to taste you,” you breathe against his skin.

Oh, does that make his cock rise to full mast. He wants that, too. But it’s not going to be easy for you. A lot to take. And the actual flavor, once he bursts on your tongue…

“It’s not delicious like you, baby girl,” he cautions.

“It’s you. I want it,” you persist, and his prick lurches in agreement. Well, far be it from him to deny you.

You ease back off of Francis’ lap and sit beside him. He watches as you open his pants. No belt today. He’s made things slightly easier for you. Once that flushed organ is revealed there’s the slightest beat of hesitation. Suddenly reminded of his size. But there’s no turning back now. Your face is already bending. He hastily gathers your hair as you descend, mostly getting it out of the way, keeping his view of you unobstructed. Your tongue darts out and he hisses, his hips already rising to meet your mouth. It’s going to take every ounce of willpower not to deepthroat you, to roughly fuck that wet tunnel until he reaches the nirvana waiting for him. He’s shaking with the effort of it. You’ve managed to engulf the head of his cock and for now, that does just fine. A bit of a scrape with your teeth, but he knows you’ll adjust. A fast learner at everything.

He feels the moment your jaw loosens, slackening a bit, relaxing to ease more of him inside your mouth. Still barely reaching a third of the way, but it’s progress. Wet, warm progress. Your tongue digs into the slit as if seeking more of the precum that had escaped earlier. Your fingers curl around the base of the shaft but he pushes you away from that nest of dark curls. He just wants your mouth and nothing else right now. Those sweet lips spread in an inviting ring for him to pop in and out of. Narrow, but nothing like your pussy would be the first time he violated you.

No, don’t think about that. He doesn’t want to cum this soon.

Your mouth releases him and you gasp for air. He can see your lashes are wet from the strain, your lips already swelling. He imagines there’s some tingling, there and elsewhere. Drooling for him in more than one opening. You spit a wad of clear lubrication on the crown and stroke your saliva up and down and it’s just about the fucking hottest thing he’s ever experienced. Where did you get these ideas from? Did you gossip with other girls? Sneak a dirty magazine from somewhere? He just can’t envision you doing something so naughty. Then again, you’d been asking to suck his dick. And doing it so, so well.

Francis doesn’t hesitate once your mouth closes over his turgid member again. He’s fucking your mouth, still much shallower than he’d like, but enough to really test your gag reflex. He loves the lewd sound it makes, that moist suction with every collision. He’s pulling your hair more than guiding your head but it’s really gone beyond any kind of tenderness now. Forget holding back. He wants to fill that pretty mouth with his sperm and he wants you to swallow it all down. Every single drop.

“So good, baby girl. You feel so good.”

You moan. Maybe a protest. Maybe a bit of wonton desire. Perhaps a little of both. The older man continues to fuck your teenage mouth. He’s close. He’d give you a warning but he doesn’t want you pulling away at the last minute. He jerks your head back so he’s balanced on the edge of your tongue, so he can see your face when he floods your mouth with his seed, ropes of thick cream that pool along that muscle. You flinch and he tugs harder, making sure to keep you in place.

“Stay right there. Swallow it, honey.” He wipes his cock off on the corner of your mouth and your lips close. A grimace as you taste the acrid fluid, holding it for the briefest of moments against your taste buds before gulping it down.

Fuck, you were perfect. Every depraved action performed so well. Still innocent and yet not. Moving a little further along that path of depravity he’s leading you down.

You’re much wetter when his hands return to the soft flesh beneath your panties. It doesn’t take long for his fingers to coax an orgasm from you, working feverishly against your partially hooded bud. He doesn’t relish the taste of his jizz in your mouth but the flavor dissipates soon enough and there’s just your flavor again, that honey taste accompanying those siren moans as you achieve your release against his prodding digits, making him want you all over again.

But there simply isn’t time. He really does have to do the shopping, then return home to put it away before going to the bowling alley for his first time out with the neighbors.

“Are you still coming to the park with me and Ana tomorrow?”

Francis is back behind the wheel again and you’re in the passenger seat.

“Yes.”

“We’ll come by around noon. Have lunch there.”

“Okay.”

“Did you have fun today?”

Another nod. More words of praise for you. A few last kisses. Then the milkman drives to a different grocery store, to one of the larger chains that had put the abandoned one he’d been parked behind that afternoon out of business, leaving that silent witness to the affair behind.

***

Francis digs a quarter out of his pocket for the rental later that afternoon at the bowling alley, finding shoes that match his size. He doesn’t really like wearing something that’s been on countless other bodies. Not everyone was clean. But those were the rules.

He’s never been much of a fan of bowling, the craze that was sweeping the nation baffling him. It was on television multiple nights a week. There were so many competitions. The evolution from needing pin boys to reset the field, emerging from behind the curtained flaps to line them in a profession that was more than a little risky if the timing was just the slightest bit off, to the convenience of faster moving automated pin setters that put those same youths out of work, had really elevated the popularity of the sport.

There was quite a variety of age groups in the alley that afternoon. Maybe he should have brought you here. He wouldn’t be able to touch your or kiss you. He’d have to pretend, and that was hard enough in front of Nacha and Ana and your father. He barely knows his partners for the evening, Izaack and Angus and the Peachman brothers.

Only for you would he go to this much effort. Securing a plausible alibi for a future time with you. That softens the unpleasantness a bit and he studies the shellacked wooden floor. That was part of the trick of it, or so he’d heard. Something about the interaction of the slick floor coating and the texture and weight of the rubber balls making them easier to roll and collect a strike. Of course, there was still skill involved. He doesn’t quite have the flow down, the correct arch of back and swing of arm to really send his ball towards the targets at precisely the correct spot eluding him. The floors are slippery and he doesn’t want to land on his ass. This is awkward enough as it is.

“Have you met the new neighbors yet?” Angus directs this question to anyone within range, marking his score on the card. The salesman was good, but so far the reporter was further in the lead.

“Who?” The younger of the two brothers looks puzzled.

“You know, the ones on the second floor.” He nudges the other shoemaker and the redhead stares until he comprehends what his older sibling is trying to discreetly imply. Of course there was only one way to snag an apartment in the building these days. The previous tenant had come to an unfortunate end. It’s a sobering thought that leaves the small group silent for a few moments before Albertsky speaks up again.

“So who are they?”

“A college professor and his daughter. A high school senior. Mother deceased.” Izaack divulges the information with the same clinically detached voice he uses when delivering the newscast on the local network, not even looking up from the small notepad he’s scribbling in. No doubt at work on some new feature he’ll be presenting in an upcoming televised report.

“How come you know so much?”

“It’s my job,” the raven haired man says with a tired sounding sigh of resignation. Something he probably has to remind people of often. The milkman doesn’t envy him his career.

“She’s pretty. I’ve seen her in the elevator. Nice body on that one,” Angus murmurs, his teeth flashing in a feral grin.

Francis slips and the ball lands in the gutter. Robertsky barks a laugh and he glowers at him, his ire shifting to the bachelor salesman.

“Whoa, if looks could kill, you’d be dead right now, Angus,” Albertsky quips.

Izaack looks up from his work finally, the foot crossed over one knee freezing, no longer jostling in some gentle rhythm. His blue eyes lock onto Francis’ features. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he says through gritted teeth. He sucks in a deep breath to steady his nerves, aware that he’s caught the attention of the entire group now. You just…you shouldn’t talk about her like that. Imagine if it was your daughter being leered at like that.”

“Sure, except I don’t have a daughter.”

“I would kill someone that looked at Ana that way,” he says vehemently. Another awkward silence stretches between the men. He means it. He’d do anything for his daughter.

Of course, it’s not your virtue that’s making him defend you right now. It’s jealousy, rearing its ugly head. Another emotion he’d condemned you for experiencing earlier, burning in his gut and cleaving his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He’s livid, seething. Most of all because the very accusation he’s making hits so close to home. He’s guilty of far more than just lecherous thoughts of you. He’s acting on them. The very worst sort of person. Suddenly all his justifications feel thin as gauze. Ephemeral. He can claim he’s just trying to find the affection and happiness he’s been denied for so long all he wants. The end result is the same. He’s corrupting you, little by little.

And he has no intention of stopping.

“Ah, he’s just being a protective parent,” Robertsky says dismissively, breaking the silence at last, scratching at his moustache nervously as he waits to see how this response will be received.

“She’s eighteen,” the cleft chinned reporter murmurs, and Francis directs his withering gaze at the suited man. Great, now he was encouraging him.

“See? There you go. Not really a child anymore. Legally an adult. It’s hardly a similar comparison,” Angus protests.

“Drop it.” The milkman slouches on the seat next to Izaack, watching bitterly as the ball Robertsky’s sent careening down the lane neatly knocks over every one of the ten pins.

A score he knows he’s never going to be able to achieve.

***

It rains the next day, ruining Francis’ plans to take you and his daughter to the park.

He knows he’s sulking and he doesn’t really care. Last night had been sheer torture. He’s got a headache and he just wants to shut himself away for the remainder of the day to brood.

Instead he gets ready to go to your apartment, because your father has invited the milkman and his girlfriend and child over for dinner. His appetite for food has abandoned him again, but his hunger for you is never really sated. It’s an awkward mix of desire and reluctance propelling him to your door, Ana’s small hand clutched in his, his culinary gifted roommate on the opposite side. He’ll have to make small talk. Not let his eyes linger on you too long.

How the hell is he going to make this work?

You open the door, clad in another dress he hasn’t yet seen. This one a solid color with a more demure neckline. He still likes it, admiring how put together you always look. Nothing out of place. You set the table while everyone else converses in the living room. It’s no use. He just can’t come up with any contributions to the current discussion, the idle chatter. He suddenly rockets to his feet, insisting on helping you, grateful that Nacha has Ana in her lap, keeping her occupied. He doesn’t want his daughter tagging along. He knows he’s being obvious already, or maybe that’s just the paranoia haunting him.

You glance up at him midway through setting a fork down, the steel cutlery glinting in your hand. “You shouldn’t be in here,” you murmur softly.

“Why not?”

“You know why not,” you hiss back. He follows you into the kitchen. The room he’d first kissed you in. God, he really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. Lifting you onto the counter. Rubbing his cock against your pussy…

“You told me we had to pretend.”

“Yes.”

“You’re not pretending. It’s written all over your face.”

“What is?”

“Francis, we can’t both be…” You turn, the exasperated sound dying in your throat as you see his expression. That raw, naked, desperate want.

“Can’t both be what?” He’s crowding you back against the sink again. Your eyes dart to the open doorway.

“One of us has to be the voice of reason.”

“I got robbed of my time with you earlier. I don’t really give a flying fuck about reason right now.”

“Francis, no…”

“I need you,” he says, planting a rough kiss on your lips, his palm following the curve of one hip.

“Please. Not now. Not here.”

“When, then? Where?”

“Tomorrow, after I’m done watching Ana, you can walk me back, my dad will be at work.”

“No. Sooner than that.” His grip on you tightens.

“Francis, I don’t know…”

“Don’t you want me?” He’s practically whining. If you asked him to kneel and beg right then, he’d do it. He’d actually do it.

“You know I do,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

“Are you ready to serve our guests? Need a hand?” You’re father’s voice carries from the living room.

“No, dad, I’ve got it. Francis is helping me,” you call back, shooting him a pleading look. “Later, then,” you promise. “We’ll figure something out.”

Somewhat placated, the milkman steals another kiss before he moves away.

Later.

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*heavy breathing*

Can we have a Seb smut for either cockwarming him or being eaten out by him? Or whatever you want him to do-

Appprreeeciaaate you!

yes yes yes to both ideas, but my boy deserves some relaxing time after the torture we've put him thru recently on this blog </3

MDNI ♡ Warnings: (failed)cockwarming, that's literally it lol

WC: 1205

A shiver runs the length of his spine with every miniscule movement you make, which in turn only causes his hips to rut deeper into you despite his better intentions. A lovesick back and forth that he swears he's determined to set straight, but perhaps you know him better than he knows himself. Or, maybe he's just good at lying to himself. The thought of resisting your temptation is lofty, but surely he has enough self composure to withstand you, right?

"Quit it, would ya?" he laughs warmly, a deep rumble in his chest that soon turns into a hushed gasp of selfish enjoyment when you shift around some more. Because while he does want you to settle nicely, he can't deny how good it feels to have your insides squirm around his leaking cock all nicely, fondness dripping his words and actions when he splays a flat palm over your exposed thigh. "Need to focus a bit, 'kay? Just a little. Then I promise you'll have my full attention."

"Mhm." you reply simply, all soft and sweet as if you were the picture of innocence; if not for the fact that your lower half is completely naked and your cunt is hugging his cock so well, fuck—

And he's not lying about needing to focus; it's partly your own fault too. Coding program open for him to type at, if only you'd finally find a comfortable position to sit in on his lap. He helps a little, leaning back to give you some more leg room before scooching the chair in closer to his desk when you reposition. He knows you've found your final resting spot when you let out a satisfied sigh, and yet still;

"Comfy?" he wants to double check, prioritising your wellbeing over anything else when he draws light circles against your leg as you nod. Perfect, he's comfy too. Unbelievably horny, but comfortable, a special kind of domestic love thrumming through him with a quiet hum. So comfortable in fact that he easily resumes his work. Typing away at his current project with occasional clearings of his throat, brief pauses to re-collect his composure when your cunt 'accidentally' squeezes around his drooling tip. Gently shushing you with quiet coos when you get a bit too restless for his liking, even if he understands completely. He wants to fuck you so bad too.

But you promised to be good and cockwarm him for a little, didn't you? It'd been his idea to begin with. A fantasy he's always wanted to indulge in but just never had the thought to actually bring it up. But when torn between satisfying you for tonight and meeting his strict work deadline, he had to think of something. And he must admit that you look so pretty when struggling to keep your cool with his cock buried balls deep in your angel cunt, a loving smile spread across his lips when he sees just how difficult it is for you to remain still. A knowing one at that, because he too is struggling to keep the sweat of his brow, arm muscles taut with the amount of strain it takes for him to appropriately hold back for works sake.

"Doing so good, babe." he whispers down your ear, biting down on his bottom lip with a roll of his eyes when you merely whine in response, feeling your cunt squeeze harder around his cock simply from hearing his voice. Fuck, that's so hot. "Do that again." he begs of you, a natural response to the tight pulse of your cunt, but one he promptly regrets when his hands instantly fly off his keyboard when you give him what he wants and instead dig into your waist, forcing your hips down, down against his throbbing cock to drool more precum against the deepest parts of you like he isn't trying to focus on work at the moment.

Which he is, remember. A frustrated groan escaping him as he shakes his head in an attempt to refocus, but the feeling of your weight shifting back, and then forward again, almost convinces him to give in.

Instead, he slaps at your thigh, letting out a breathy laugh at the downright dirty sound his reprimand smacks out of you. "I- I need to focus, babe. Seriously." he tries to scold you, but his voice betrays him when it comes out so light-hearted and soft, almost like an encouragement to keep distracting him to the point that he simply has to rail you into his sheets until you can't walk, which is what he would be doing if he didn't do that every other day of the week to the point that he's left his project to the very last minute.

But the way your voice comes out so pitifully, barely there above the thump of his own hammering heart, a meek little "'M trying, Seb. Promise." that conveys just how much you need him; he'd be a rotten boyfriend if he didn't indulge you at least a little more, right? At least that's what he tells himself, a flimsy reasoning to instinctively start rocking you back and forward on his cock until you get the message through your lust filled mind and start moving yourself.

Luckily it's a slow enough pace that he can kind of focus on his work, fingers just itching to be back on your body, to roam up and down it and squeeze at your pretty fucking tits, shit— focus, Sebastian. Trembling over his keyboard with half-hearted attempts at coding, which turn truly useless when his cock pulses inside of you with greed, the computer chair under him squeaking ever so slightly as he helps you set a more gratifying pace with a lazy back and forth of his own hips.

A gentle curse crawls up his throat when he leans into the feeling of your slick coating his cock some more, completely covering his length all the way down to his balls. A sickly squelch soon filling the room as his hands remain tense and stationary, hovering above his keyboard more than anything else, as if the illusion of working was enough for him in the moment, your perfect little cunt coaxing him into moving with more commitment into you when you moan his name so sweetly.

"Baby..." he trails off into a similar moan, throwing his head back in sheer bliss from the slow tandem thrusts. "Really— ah, fuck— I gotta, uh... Gotta—" his train of thought is lost the moment you lift your hips, breath caught in his throat to brace himself for what comes next.

He's got no chance of simply cockwarming you when you start bouncing on his cock, and you fucking know it. Knocking the wind out of him as soon as you slap back down, all caution thrown to the wind the second you start to rise again. And because he's greedy, his hands find home on your waist once again to be the one fucking you, thrusting up into your wet little hole over and over again as the previous cockwarming offer is readily forgotten about.

You just feel better than the payment his project offers, he thinks.

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