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weeb-simp-11 · 11 days ago

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you're such a crazy love, you tear me in two

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc (i forgot everything i knew about the game), no incest, ashley mentioned yet she isn’t there, oral, penetration, risky + quiet sex, usage of y/n, couch sex, ashley is sleeping nearby, he rubs your clit, kind-of dominant?

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ Ashley’s a heavy sleeper. She can sleep through anything. But can she sleep through her beloved brother having sex with his girlfriend? [ao3]

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈ 1800

𝓢hip ⋆ Andrew Graves x Fem!Reader

𝓝otes ⋆ title from i was made for dancin - leif garrett.

i havent written smut in a while so apologies if this is absolutely horrendous </3 i tried…

going back to my roots! a lot of my followers are here from my tcoaal work so surprise :3 here ya go

“You sure she’ll stay asleep?” You asked tentatively, one finger lazily swirling around the slight bulge in Andrew’s jeans as you sat beside him on the couch, the thought of Ashley catching the both of you in the act as arousing as ever. It wasn't that he wanted her to join or anything, no, never, but doing something as intimate as this in such a risky situation caused blood to rush down to his groin.

You glanced over at the closed bedroom, the sound of her soft snores audible through the wooden door as Andrew let out a husky chuckle, voice as husky as ever, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “She won’t. You’ll be quiet, right?”

“... Right.” You reassured him, slipping off the couch and positioning yourself in between his spread legs. You kneeled before him, head tilted upwards just to make eye contact, head tilted upwards to watch the satisfaction grow in his eyes.

You nervously unzipped his pants, hands gently tugging them down to his knees. His oh-so-piercing gaze continued to follow your movements at all times, causing you yourself to get weak in your own knees as his boxers were finally pulled down.

Andrew’s cock stood tall and erect, hard as a brick as the moonlight shining through the blinds helped illuminate the veins that graced his shaft. His member looked as irresistible as ever, tip glistening with precum.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning to stroke him up and down as he threw his head back in ecstasy and pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle any moans that your ministrations would cause. You watched almost teasingly as the look in his eyes shifted to pure pleasure and pure pleasure alone.

You cocked your head to the side, pressing teasing kisses to his tip, watching as pre-cum dribbled out and down, acting as a natural lubricant as it began to stain itself onto your fingers.

“Fuck-!” Andrew gasped out, panting as pearls of sweat began to bead together on his hairline and forehead. He watched, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you tormented him with your painfully slow movements. He wanted, no, he needed to see his dick in your mouth.

“Goddammit, just, let me-” He completely caught you off guard as he suddenly placed a hand in your hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and gripping it gently as he pulled your face closer to his cock. You gasp, your soft lips parted, the perfect distance for him to slide it in..

So you nodded.

Slowly, yet not as slow as you had stroked him just seconds before, he slid his member into your mouth, watching as you took it all in, watching as your lips wrapped around his shaft, watching as you stared up at him with a sultry gaze, seeking approval.

"Good, baby.” The pet name slips from his lips like butter, his smooth voice sending shivers down your spine. He shifts a little, making himself even more comfortable on the couch, shooting a glance at the closed door that separated the two of you from Ashley. God knows what would happen if she figured out what was happening, hell, she'd freak out if she even saw the two of you cuddling earlier.

You begin to bop your head back and forth, a speed slow yet quick enough to continue his arousal, using your tongue to mark him with your saliva, using your tongue to lead him to his climax, being the steps he needed to reach the peak of satisfaction. Your hand comes up to gently massage his thigh, your tender touch a huge contrast from the pleasure you were currently giving him.

Andrew's head reels back against the soft cushion of the couch, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he shakily presses the palm of his hand to his mouth. His soft, deep groans muffled against his skin, his free hand finding its way into your hair and gently gripping its silky strands, nothing but lechery in his eyes.

“I'm getting close..”

His warning only serves as motivation, giving you the encouragement that you honestly didn't need to continue with your ministrations. His hand tugs away at your hair, pulling you back and forth, cold hands helping you in your act of indecency.

Your tongue laps up each and every inch of his penis, the flavor of him becoming engraved into your mind. You can feel him begin to tense up, doing his best to muffle his groans, that task becoming exponentially harder with each and every second that passed.

“Fuck! Y/N, I'm gonna-”

Before Andrew can even finish his sentence, his warmth fills your mouth, pumps of semen flowing down your throat as you eagerly swallow every drop. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the glory of being able to bring him to his climax, pulling off of his cock with a soft pop.

He's still as erect as ever, his shaft standing tall and mighty against his pale waist. His hands let go of your head, grabbing ahold of your hips and tugging your panties down to the floor. Your clit glistened under the moonlight, and even in the dim lighting, you were still as gorgeous as could be.

With one look, you share a mutual understanding, no words needed to convey the desire that the both of you felt in that very moment. You climb onto the couch and slide onto his lap, sitting gracefully as his cock pressed up against your skin.

Andrew leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, tilting his head to the side to let his tongue enter your mouth. You moan, eyes fluttering shut as your lips part to allow his invasion. You feel him exploring, trying to feel and memorize every crevice within, the two of you battling in a war for dominance and control.

One hand slides away from your waist and onto your clit, fingers rubbing against the wetness that began to pool down there. You quiver, shaking a little, head falling back as the sensation becomes so otherworldly, so good, so good you couldn't put it into words.

You pull back from the kiss and bury your head into his shoulder to muffle your gasps and moans, your eyes squeezed shut as he rubs his fingers against you.

"Close, baby?” He asks, voice husky and tone full of sensuality. His voice is so quiet, so very quiet, so quiet you almost couldn't catch his words.

"S-so close..” You mumble, desperate to muffle your moans, afraid Ashley would wake up from her slumber and go batshit crazy on the two of you. You become so desperate, so, so desperate that your teeth sink into the fabric of his shirt while you begin to press into him.

Just as you were crawling closer to the edge of heaven, just as you almost hiked up to the peak of your climax, just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he pulls his fingers back, effectively edging you as he brings them up to his lips. You sit back up and watch as he sucks your wetness off of his fingers, disappointment evident in your expression.

Andrew notices your face and laughs, placing his hands on your waist and guiding you onto his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels you wrapped around him. He begins to help you move back and forth, your hips rocking back and forth and making him hit all of the best spots.

Pleasure courses through your veins, the only thing you can truly feel in times like this, the comfortablilty of his lap and his tender touches only serving to make you feel even better.

You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, palm concealing your moans of pleasure as his hands guided your movements to be faster, quickler, stronger, better.

Andrew's filling you to the brim, slowly beginning to thrust upward to match your movement, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out again. His movements are precise, not too fast to hurt yet not too slow to annoy you, focused completely on leading the two of you to orgasm.

He begins to lean in, his movements slow and precise, almost as if he was tormenting you,, teasing you with a possible kiss.

You impatiently smash your lips against his, tilting your head to give him better access to your mouth, your tongue swirling around and finally exploring the crevices within.

He pants, pleasure pumping throughout his veins, ecstasy asserting dominance over all of his other emotions, his hips bucking into yours fiercely. Beads of sweat jewel on his forehead, dripping down his skin. He slides in and out with increasing speed, the edge of heaven just over the horizon.

Andrew plunges deeper and deeper into you with every thrust, his fingers digging into your skin. You break away from the messy kiss and bury your face back into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him to keep yourself stable. One wrong sound, one wrong move, one accidental moan and Ashley was sure to find you. You couldn't let that happen.

He's tensing up, his back beginning to arch, the task of being quiet almost impossible. He was so close to climax, so close to finally releasing.

"God.. Y/N, I'm about to…” He gets interrupted yet again, his orgasm cutting his sentence off as he lets himself go, biting his lip and tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His cum shoots inside of you, a few weak thrusts pushing it deeper in. After a few seconds, you pull yourself off of his lap and lay down on the couch, too exhausted to put your panties back on, his voice snapping you out of your haze. "Did you.. did you cum?"

You're embarrassed to admit this, but you do so anyway. It was good to be honest with your boyfriend. “No.."

Though exhausted, he leans over and presses a kiss to your neck as you laid on the couch, his cold hand sliding down your waist, fingers beginning to rub against your clit once more.

You whimper and throw your hand over your mouth again. His fingers slid in-between your folds, using his cum dripping out of you as a lubricant, his pace extremely fast. You cum within seconds, eyes shut as you let out an almost embarrassing high-pitched moan into the palm of your hands.

The two of you sit there, basking in the silence of the moment, letting the sex replay in your head. You and Andrew hadn't had sex in a while, especially since Ashley had begin to crack down on your presence, so this was nice.

Then, a door creaks, footsteps slowly approaching.

Fuck.

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weeb-simp-11 · 11 days ago

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what his kinks are . . .

genre: nsfw, smut

character: andrew graves

warnings: hair pulling, doggy style, biting, marking, choking, + no ashley involved

a/n: i am a bit too obsessed with him at the moment so let me relive my 13 year old self where i used to love psycho guys

HAIR PULLING

Definitely. It was shown in his flashback with Julia where he asked her to tie up her hair. In this case, he would love it if you tied your hair up in a ponytail. It makes it easier for him to grab all of your hair in one go. However, if you're not tying it up, he'd still bunch up your hair in one hand and fuck you from behind.

DOGGY STYLE

Speaking of, he likes doing it in this position. Not because he can admire your ass being pounded by his hips, but also your gorgeous back where he can easily have access to mark you all up.

BITING / MARKING

His body is always so close to you because he can't keep his mouth away from your skin. He loves to bite you, suck you, lick you—whatever to show you're his and his only. He loves to see the purple and red spots and bite marks all over your neck, shoulder, chest, tits, thighs, everywhere. It reminds him of the intense night he had with you.

He even loves it when you leave scratch marks on him. He likes to know he's fucking you good. It boosts his ego, making his oh so hot smirk appear on his face.

CHOKING

He doesn't actually want to hurt you but if you want to he's fine with it. Plus, if it's a rough day for him and he'd go feral, he will choke you in bed. It's like another side of him you get to see.

This includes him collaring you. Oh, he loves to see you wearing a pretty pink or red or black collar with a heart. He loves to pull on the heart which tightens the grip. He wouldn't mind putting on the leash, holding onto it tight and fucking you into the sheets. At times, he really wants you to keep it on even off bed but other times, he likes to see the mark it leaves on your neck along with the hickeys.

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weeb-simp-11 · 11 days ago

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PLLELEASSEEE OH MY GOSHHHH i NEED andrew graves biblically. you cannot tell me that man wouldn’t screw his woman like a damn rabbit 💔💔💔💔

andrew graves smut is all i ask for.. 🎀💗🩰🍨💝

i love this 😼

you laid in andrews bed with him, while he smoked, passing it to you if you do too. smoking it until he needed to sit up to ash it out, blowing out smoke as he did. he turned to you and leaned down and lightly kissed your neck. “baby?” you said and lifted your hand to hold the back of his head. “mh” he hummed back kissing lower down your neck, trying to see if your in the mood and good thing you were (forreal lmao)

he settled between your legs on his knees while he pulled up your shirt and unclipped your bra, tossing it along with your shirt as he continued kissing your body down further. his green eyes meeting your with that smirk when he tugs down your shorts and panties. rubbing his finger through your pussy feeling you get wet, he then pushed in his finger. fingering you a little before moving to undo his pants, pushing down his pants and boxers and kicking them off the bed.

you slid your hands under his sweater and took it off, pulling him closer to you while he aligned his cock and rubbed his tip on your pussy before pushing inside slowly. once you hips met he let out a breath and cursed. “fuck.. “ he started at a slow pace for you, speeding up gradually. he held your thighs up while he fucked you, watching his cock dissapear inside you repeatedly. he moans as thrusts into you hearing you cry out moans along with his name, fucking you a little faster and harder hearing your moans go higher and slightly louder.

he watched your face and grinned, he knew he found your spot and kept hitting it over and over while you let out cries. he lifted one leg over his shoulder and his hand moved to your hip instead. he started letting out moans and curses, you love hearing his moans and it meant he was getting close. keeping his pace while you were close to cuming too, he felt you tighten around him and swore.

he continued fucking you until he came (wearing a condom or not) he moaned and pulled out, leaning down and kissing you before he got up to throw the condom away or clean you up before he laid down next to you, pulling you to him and putting the blanket over you both.

i like this one😈

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weeb-simp-11 · 12 days ago

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Touch Starved - Ominis Gaunt x Female!Reader

Summary: To say you were going insane would be a monumental understatement. Ever since Ominis’ abrupt departure from the bedroom two nights ago, he had exercised an unnatural amount of restraint when it came to touching you. There had been no more playing with your hair. No hand holding. No hugs. No kisses. No cuddling. No sex. You had definitely upset him.

Alternatively summarized as Ominis getting rubbed the wrong way by a joke you crack at his expense, so he makes you suffer for it until he thinks you've learned your lesson.

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, Ominis being petty, explicit sexual content, praise kink

This lovely precious Ominis oneshot is now up on Ao3

Ominis was a touchy-feely person.

It was a trait that went hand in hand with being blind, you had realized after a while. He liked to really take his time running his fingertips over certain things to gauge an object's material, its sharp edges, and the size of it. Even though he had his wand to guide him, you had noticed a long time ago that he preferred to walk close to walls so he could run his palm along the length of a corridor, giving himself an added safety net for getting where he needed to go.

He enjoyed the feeling of soft, gentle things; blankets, grass, running water, and especially your hair. He liked running his fingers through the strands slowly– almost sensually– as the two of you curled up together in bed once the sun had set. For a while you had assumed he did it for your benefit– lulling you to sleep every night with tender, soothing touches that made you melt against him without fail. Upon further investigation, however, you’d come to the conclusion that Ominis derived his own pleasure from playing with your hair.

So when you finally deigned to comment on it one night, the last thing you had expected was for him to become disgruntled.

“You’re like a baby Mooncalf,” you teased softly, your finger tracing random patterns against the smooth skin of his chest. Ominis’ hand stilled against your scalp, a few strands falling from between his long, dainty fingers soundlessly, but you barely paid it any mind. “All clingy with a penchant for soft things. I’m surprised you don’t build nests like they do.”

With your head nestled in the crook of his arm, you weren’t able to glimpse his face following the lighthearted joke, but you did feel him stiffen against you. “Is that so?”

You barely read into the flat tone of his voice. You simply continued to swirl your finger around against his sternum, dragging your nail lightly over the area above his heart. “Mhm. You’re so needy all the time– always touching me. What would you do if I turned up bald one day?”

There was a long, drawn out pause before Ominis removed his hand completely from your hair, the absence of the appendage prompting you to look up at him through your lashes questioningly. “You’re right. Perhaps I should stop. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of such a travesty.”

You blinked with confusion, your own movements against his chest halting as you considered whether or not you had offended him somehow. Then, just as you were about to reach up to reassuringly touch his cheek, you felt Ominis begin to unwind his arm from around you. He sat up calmly before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, picking his wand up from the nightstand as though he were about to go somewhere. Hesitantly, you murmured, “Ominis, I didn’t mean–”

“No, you’re quite right. I should calm down and let you rest,” came his smooth, emotionless voice. That told you more about his true feelings than anything else, and you pushed yourself upright atop the bed as he started to exit the bedroom. “I have some work that needs to be done, anyway. Get some sleep, darling.”

Just like that, Ominis strode out of your shared room without so much as a goodnight kiss. You were left reeling on your side of the bed– completely and utterly stumped as to which part of your teasing had chased him away. Had you known that your jesting would lead to the most frustrating week of your life, you would have just kept your mouth shut to begin with.

—

To say you were going insane would be a monumental understatement. Ever since Ominis’ abrupt departure from the bedroom two nights ago, he had exercised an unnatural amount of restraint when it came to touching you.

There had been no more playing with your hair.

No hand holding.

No hugs.

No kisses.

No cuddling.

No sex.

You had definitely upset him. There was no denying that fact– not when the proof was laid bare before you so plainly. But every time you tried to broach the topic with Ominis, he simply waved you off and dismissed your attempts at apologizing. It didn’t take long for your remorse to turn into indignant anger. He was playing a cruel, unnecessary game, and you weren’t about to let him have the last laugh.

So, you gritted your teeth through the torment and dealt with it.

Every time you felt the desire to touch him, you dug your nails into your palms. Every time your eyes fell to his lips, you would bite your own and look away. It was difficult, but you weren’t about to beg. Not when this entire situation was one of his own making. He was trying to punish you for poking fun at him, but you wouldn’t give in. You would just play along and bide your time until he caved.

That ended up being easier said than done.

Towards the end of day two, Ominis returned home from work. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner, chopping vegetables from the garden with more force than was probably necessary, when the sound of the door closing reached your ears. When you glanced over your shoulder in search of the culprit, you spotted him removing his shoes with his briefcase still in hand. Normally when he came home, he would do exactly that before making his way towards you to give you a kiss in greeting. Sometimes he would even wrap his arms around your waist and perch his pointy chin on your shoulder to take in the sounds and the smells of whatever you were cooking.

But not today.

His wand pulsed once, prompting him to fix his unseeing eyes in your direction before peacefully saying, “Hello, love. How was your day?”

That was it. No hug, no kiss, and no close proximity of any kind. Ominis let his long legs carry him through the kitchen and into the living room to set his briefcase down on the table near the couch, waiting patiently for you to fill him in on what you’d gotten up to that day. Words were failing you at present, though. You were shocked, and maybe even a little hurt.

“It was fine…” you finally managed to reply. Your grip on your knife turned white knuckled as you frowned, then looked down at the pile of carrots and onions you had almost finished dicing. “Ominis, about what I said the other night–”

“Oh, by the way,” he interrupted casually, which only served to deepen the frown pulling at your lips. “My colleague is hosting a gala for the Ministry at his estate tomorrow night. We’re both invited, so be prepared for that. It begins at five o’clock.”

Unbelievable.

“Alright…”

This was absurd. How long was he going to ignore your attempts at reconciling? Aside from refusing to put his hands on you and pretending like he didn’t hear you trying to apologize, Ominis was acting completely normal. He carried himself the same way he always had, he conversed with you, and he wasn’t giving you the cold shoulder. He said good morning and bid you farewell before he left for work, and he ate dinner across from you with a smile on his face once he arrived home.

Your nightly cuddles were a thing of the past, though. His back was always to you when you rolled over to bury your cheek against his chest– an addendum of his self-imposed ‘no touching’ rule.

Resuming your aggressive chopping, Ominis took it upon himself to set the table. He flitted about as though he didn’t have a care in the world, and you openly glared at the side of his head from behind the counter.

This was terrible. It was spiteful and it was mean. But if he wouldn’t let you make amends, then what choice did you have other than to endure?

—

Ominis wore suits all the time. It was more unusual for you to find him dressed down, if you were being honest. His hair was always styled neatly without a strand out of place, and his tailor had perfected the art of selecting fabric colors that complimented his eyes beautifully. If there was one thing you had come to expect from your lover, it was that he would always look remarkably well assembled.

Today, however, Ominis had gone above and beyond preparing for the Ministry gala.

His suit was dark brown with an almost orange undertone that made his eyes pop. The sleeves of his blazer and the length of his trousers were hemmed perfectly– not too long or too short– and it somehow made him look impossibly taller. Soft blond hair was combed back from his face to showcase his high cheekbones, but unlike his everyday look, Ominis had intentionally used less product to keep the strands at bay.

Which meant there were a few pieces of hair hanging deliciously over his forehead. It gave him a bit of a roguish appearance that made your throat dry up and your hands twitch. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to rake your fingers through that devilish hair of his and slam your lips against his. Every part of your touch-deprived body yearned to wrap around him– to feel him the way you had craved for the last three days.

You knew it was pointless, though. He was still annoyingly averse to touching you, and you were still petulantly trying to wait out his weird form of retribution. Part of you was convinced that he had dressed himself this way specifically to get a rise out of you.

He had to know he looked handsome. There was no other alternative.

The gala was a luxurious affair that involved the finest foods, the finest wines, and even live music. The band that had been hired to perform all night was set up in the corner of the grand space, the rich melody emanating from their string instruments blending easily with the idle chatter happening around the dinner table. Ominis was seated to your right, directing a work-related comment to someone across from him while you picked lazily at your dessert.

In all honesty, you were at your wits end.

While you had fully expected Ominis to maintain his infuriating distance from you tonight, a tiny part of you had hoped that he would relent when you’d asked him to dance earlier. When he had turned down your request with some half-assed excuse, you couldn’t help but become positively pissed about it.

He never passed up the opportunity to waltz with you.

In the past, he had divulged that his parents had forced him to master the art of ballroom dancing for the sake of ‘keeping up appearances’– and although you loathed his family for the things they had subjected him to as a child, you were immensely grateful that they had invested in their son learning the skill. Ominis was a wonderful dancer. He led with poise, moved with grace, and always caught you when you stumbled. It felt like you were flying in his arms when the two of you spun across the room together, and you had grown to look forward to any occasion that made dancing with him possible.

So to have been denied even that in the wake of his no-touching-allowed spell was the cherry on top of your already shit week.

Letting loose a shaky sigh, you set your fork down and placed your hands in your lap. You didn’t want to be here anymore. You wanted to go home and bury your head beneath the mountain of pillows on your bed. It was hard not to feel so dejected in response to the weaponized isolation you had been subjected to this week. You knew it was your own fault for having poked fun at him, but you never would have done it had you known this was the punishment you would earn.

Your face flushed in response to the tumultuous emotions running rampant through your mind. You didn’t know whether you were sad, angry, or numb to everything happening around you. It wasn’t until Ominis had stopped being physical with you that you’d realized how much you looked forward to and treasured his lingering touches.

And he would even let you apologize. Where were you supposed to go from here?

“Are you alright, darling?”

Ominis had shifted his attention back to you, his milky-blue eyes narrowed with the faintest bit of concern. After the last three days, you didn’t know whether the look was fake or genuine, but at this point you didn’t care. You didn’t feel like getting your hopes up just to have them dashed again.

Your silence only prompted Ominis to twist in his seat, angling his body sideways just enough so that his knees bumped against yours, and the sudden, unexpected contact made you jolt. The heat in your cheeks amplified when you watched his fingers stretch towards you, following the curve of your shoulder up your neck before the back of his hand settled against your forehead.

It was an innocent enough display, but after three straight days of no physicality of any kind with him, the gentle touch made your heart hammer against your sternum violently.

“You’re rather warm… are you not feeling well?”

Swallowing thickly, your voice came out sounding like a pained croak when you said, “No. I’m fine, just tired.”

Ominis hummed thoughtfully, not at all convinced by your lackluster delivery. He removed his hand and swiftly rose to his feet, excusing himself as well as you by announcing that the two of you would be heading home early. You were hardly at liberty to object– you barely knew any of these people. Besides, any arguments you might have made were dutifully silenced by the blond’s hand appearing on the small of your back to steer you in the direction of the foyer.

It felt like you were moving through dense mud as Ominis pulled you against his side, apparating the two of you into your living room in the blink of an eye before releasing you. The warmth from his skin lingered against your upper arm for a long while, and you remained standing in front of the couch when the taller man moved away to begin fiddling with his cufflinks. Only the sound of his shifting clothing filled the otherwise silent house. You didn’t say a word– just stood there quietly and watched Ominis loosen his attire.

Once he had shrugged off his jacket and neatly draped it over the back of the sofa, his silky voice shattered the stillness of the room. “Would you like some tea? It might help if you’re feeling poorly.”

Poorly… yeah, that was a word for it. “No, thank you. I’m not sick.”

His brows furrowed questioningly, “It felt like you had a fever back at the estate, and you hardly touched your food the entire night. There’s a very good chance you’re ill.”

So he had been paying attention. For some reason, that thought only served to upset you further. He knew you had been sulking, and still he had refused to abandon the ridiculous sanction he had placed on himself in regards to touching you. The only thing that had gotten him to even partially relent was his assumption that you were coming down with something, and all that had earned you was his legs bumping into yours and his hand resting fleetingly against your forehead.

It had been too much and not enough all at once.

“I’m not sick,” you repeated flatly, putting your back to him as you lowered yourself onto the couch. “I don’t need tea. Don’t worry about me, just go get ready for bed. I’ll be in shortly.”

Liar. Tonight was beginning to look like the first time you would willingly sleep apart from him in years. You couldn’t take it anymore– turning over in the dead of night in search of Ominis’ warmth, only to be met with his back to you. It was a unique form of torture that you hadn’t thought him capable of. He had a vindictive side that you had seen inflicted on others, yes, but you had never been on the receiving end of it. Not like this.

It was maddening.

The room fell silent again, and for a moment you were convinced that he had heeded your insistence and gone to the bedroom by himself. But then you heard his feet padding against the floor, getting closer and closer before they stopped behind you. You chanced a look over your shoulder and found Ominis looming over you, his hips flush to the back of the couch, and he tilted his head to the side as a curious expression broke out across his face.

“You’re upset.” It wasn’t a question– he knew you were bothered. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is perfectly fine.”

The hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and you narrowed your eyes in blatant displeasure. He knew exactly what had you so bent out of shape, but addressing it directly? No– that wasn’t his style. Ominis would make you confess before making his next move.

What that would be, though, you didn’t know.

“I can’t help you feel better if I don’t know what’s bothering you, darling. Talk to me.” His head dipped down ever so slightly, causing those loose strands of hair to fall in front of his face temptingly. Between that, the undone buttons at the top of his shirt, and that infuriating smirk he was failing to hide, you were quickly reaching your limit. “Does your less than stellar mood have anything to do with my lack of neediness these past few days? Have I not been clingy enough for your liking?”

Bingo. It didn’t even surprise you to hear him acknowledge the root cause of your irritation. Of course you knew that was why he had been so distant. He was remarkably skilled at pretending otherwise, however– behaving naturally apart from keeping his hands to himself.

Bastard.

“I never said that as a bad thing!” Your voice was shrill as you finally erupted, slapping your hands against the cushions indignantly. “I was just teasing! And then you go and ignore me for three days– driving me crazy with your civility, treating me like I’m a blasted work colleague or something! You wouldn’t even let me apologize! What kind of sick, twisted game did you think you were playing?”

“The kind that gets my point across,” he replied smoothly. Ominis left his wand-bearing hand braced on the couch as he leaned forward, effortlessly wrapping the other around the back of your neck to tug you closer. His skin was soft and warm, his even breaths ghosting across your cheeks as he held you mere inches away from his lips. “I had to make sure you learned that I don’t take kindly to being deemed needy or clingy. I am who I am– I love fiercely and without restraint. If those are facets of my character you want to poke fun at, I had to see to it you knew what life was like without them.”

You gaped up at him, your mind spinning with insults and complaints that passed by too quickly for you to give voice to a single one. All of this to prove a point? He was insane! Never before had you thought your lover to be anything resembling petty, but he had remedied that in a shockingly little amount of time. He was petulant. He was mean and vengeful and too conniving for his own good. You had half a mind to retreat out of his hold and give him a taste of his own medicine– pack a bag and stay at some decrepit inn for a few nights out of sheer spite alone. Three days of enduring him keeping you at arms length all because you had tried to make a joke!

You would never jest again. Ever.

But before you could pull free from Ominis’ loose grip and tell him as much, he was kissing you. Suddenly, passionately, wantonly– the taste of him gracing your tongue after so long sent a bolt of arousal through your entire being. Your eyes squeezed shut, your muscles tensed, and your thighs clenched together as your body ignored your brain’s demands to fight back. You wanted to refute his kiss and make it clear that you wouldn’t tolerate such treatment from him ever again. You wanted him to apologize for leaving you feeling so pitiful and lonely for days on end.

But your more primal desires were stronger. After three days of craving everything about him, your mind was quick to shut itself off and drink him in greedily, your wounded pride be damned.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of the couch as you let the imposing man part your lips with his tongue, the wet muscle sweeping through your mouth with devastating precision, and gods, he had you. Ominis, and that prideful expression on his face. Ominis, and that domineering lilt in his voice. Ominis, and those stupid, slender, mind-numbing fingers that dragged up the nape of your neck to collect a fistful of your hair. The pressure of his lips against yours increased as he forced you to crane your neck back, guiding you exactly where he wanted you with indisputable finesse.

“Come on, darling,” Ominis murmured against your kiss-swollen lips after a while. “Tell me what you want. What have you been craving these last few days, hm?”

You were positively dazed in the wake of kissing him, your mind reeling as you struggled to get your vocal chords to obey and answer him. “I– I want you to touch me. I missed you touching me– I hated that you wouldn’t.”

A throaty chuckle sounded from deep in his chest and made the hair on your arms stand on end. “Is that all?”

Fuck– hell no. You wanted all of him.

There was no way you could have stopped yourself if you tried; your hands shot out to grab him by the scruff of his shirt, slamming your lips into his with the strength of a damn Troll. Ominis grunted in surprise– mercifully letting you manhandle him into another kiss– then brazenly hoisted his knee over the back of the couch. He scaled the barrier with little effort, never once breaking away from your mouth as he effectively climbed onto the sofa and trapped you beneath his taller frame. He tossed his wand to the far end of the cushions to free up both of his hands and immediately began running his palms down your sides, gathering up your dress so it sat in a messy heap above your navel.

When the lack of oxygen in your lungs forced you to pull away with a gasp, Ominis took the opportunity to purr, “Looks to me like you’re the needy one now, love. I won’t lie, it’s a gratifying turn of events.”

You were so swept up in your own arousal that you didn’t even care about his taunting. If it took doing the fucking waltz with an Inferi to get what you wanted, you would do it. “Please, Ominis,” you pleaded breathlessly. “Please– touch me.”

“Show me,” he instructed calmly, causing you to shiver against him. “Show me where you want me.”

With trembling fingers, you grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand between your legs, letting him feel the wetness saturating your undergarments for himself. His lips parted with obvious want at the same time your hips bucked up into his touch, deriving your own pleasure from the friction against your clit. “Here,” you gasped. “I want you here. Please.”

Evidently three days was long enough for Ominis to punish you, because he didn’t waste a second before moving on his own. He slipped his fingers under the side of your underwear, sliding his fingers through your folds to collect the moisture seeping from you, then cupped the entirety of your cunt with his palm so he could sink two fingers inside of you. A satisfied moan tore from you then, causing Ominis’ features to darken as he pumped and curled the digits at a slow, even pace. “Like this? Is this what you wanted?”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, entranced by his methodical movements and obsessed with the way he let his palm press down against your bundle of nerves. “Yes– just like that.”

Through your hazy vision, you watched as Ominis lowered his head so it was nearly touching yours, a pretty, pink flush creeping over his cheeks at the sounds escaping you. “You won’t tease me for touching you again, will you? Is it a bad thing that I enjoy the feeling of your skin? Your hair? Am I the equivalent of a baby animal for appreciating those things about the woman I love?”

With every question voiced, Ominis ground his palm against your clit with wicked intent. Your breathing hitched in your chest as you tried your best to rock down into his rhythmic movements, but your prone position made it difficult to do much of anything. You were entirely at the mercy of your lover, and he hummed pointedly before plunging his fingers all the way to the base of his knuckles– curling them to wring a strangled cry from your throat.

Your eyes flew wide open when the pads of his fingers pressed against the sensitive area hidden deep within you, and you quickly blurted, “N-No. No, you’re not– I won’t tease– it’s not–”

His tempo never changed– his digits never wavering from the incessant come here, come here, come here motion that was quickly igniting you from the inside. You heard him chuckle when you dug your nails into the skin of his wrist, and then you felt his other hand splay against your thigh so it could run up and down your leg appraisingly. “Good… you’re nearly there, darling. I can feel it. Right here,” he pressed into that one spot harder, making your toes curl and your eyelids flutter. “That’s where I’ll aim since you’ve waited so patiently. What do you think?”

That was just it– you couldn’t think. Ominis had effectively nullified your higher brain power with two fingers and his sinful voice. When your senseless noises transformed into shaky iterations of his name and hiccups of pleasure, he closed the minuscule distance between the two of you to kiss you again.

Well, he kissed you. You mostly just whined into his mouth.

You wanted more; more kisses, more touches, more of Ominis. Your body unconsciously arched towards him as he pumped his fingers and ground his palm against you, and your heels dug into the couch cushions as the tension in your lower stomach mounted. In the far reaches of your hazy mind, you could faintly hear yourself calling his name over and over again– repeating it like a mantra as though your life depended on it.

“That’s right,” he cooed, pressing harder on your bundle of nerves and laughing softly when you released his wrist to slap your hands against the couch. “That’s it. Come on, darling.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to be grateful or woeful over the fact that he didn’t stop. It had only been three days, but after being denied every variation of his touch, your body was hypersensitive to everything he gave you. The tension in your gut grew tauter than a wire until it finally snapped, leaving you clutching at the cushions as you rode out every wave of euphoria with a buck of your hips. Ominis groaned at the sounds falling from your lips, his fingers continuing their assault as you begged him not to stop– to keep doing exactly what he was doing. Or, you did in your head, anyway.

Out loud, it came across more like garbled syllables, curses, his name, and “Oh, gods, please”.

When the high finally died down, your whole body buckled beneath him. Ominis’ hand mercifully stilled against your cunt, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away and moving off of the couch. Your heart lurched in your chest at the blurry sight of him retreating– afraid for a few agonizing seconds that he was going to leave you and go back to being standoffish.

But then the feeling of his hands on you returned, his arms wedging themselves under your boneless body to lift you off the couch and hold you against his chest. He had reclaimed his wand at some point before that, the red tip pulsing as it guided the man on his short journey to the bedroom, and he let it clatter against the floor once his knees hit the edge of the mattress. You were gingerly set down atop the covers and left to watch as Ominis’ hands fell to his belt, his deft fingers sliding the leather out of the metal buckle with practiced ease.

“I suppose I was rather cruel about this whole charade, wasn’t I?” His voice was laced with mockery as he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing inch after inch of smooth, pale skin. “It was obvious you were upset. I’m sorry, love. Can I make it up to you?”

He could do whatever the hell he wanted if it meant he wouldn’t tease you anymore. Weakly, you rasped, “Yes...”

Ominis let his shirt hang open so he could pull his cock from his trousers, the full length of him arching proudly in his fist as a result of his escapades on the couch. He gave himself a testing squeeze before lowering himself onto the bed, feeling for your outstretched legs so he could crawl over them and cage you in with his lean arms. “I could feel your frustration, too. You were wound tighter than a spring– so desperate to make the feeling go away. I almost gave up the other night when I felt you shifting around on the bed, mewling like a neglected kitten…”

Ominis’ tone was sickeningly saccharine as he reached down with one hand to pull your dress up your torso again, dropping the excess material over your chest so it pooled above your breasts. He made short work of tugging off your undergarments so he could trail his fingers over your stiff nipples, thumbing over the rosy peaks and grinning unabashedly when you whimpered. “Do you want it, darling? My touch? My love? All of me?”

“Yes,” you whined, gasping when you felt the blunt head of his cock press against your hole tauntingly. “Yes, Ominis, please. I love you– I want you– I want all of you.”

He hummed gleefully to himself, all too pleased with your pliant, remorseful nature. The hand on your breast skirted lower, lower, until it was splayed securely against the side of your thigh. Ominis shifted your leg over to give himself more room as he pressed into your cunt, the first few inches leaving you stuttering and panting into the empty air above you.

Given how facetious he had been throughout the entire process, part of you was expecting Ominis to take you roughly and without restraint. Instead you were met with slow, shallow thrusts as he cautiously worked himself into you, his long, slender fingers stroking your leg comfortingly until he finally bottomed out with his hips flush to your rear. “That’s it, love,” he muttered huskily, letting his head hang between his shoulders so he could fix his cloudy eyes in the direction of your clipped noises. “You always take me so well.”

You could only writhe beneath him in search of more, squirming against him as your walls began to tighten and urge him to move. Much to his credit, Ominis obliged the wordless command– knowing all too well what your body’s tells were almost better than you did. He pulled his hips back before plunging his cock back into your wet, waiting core, expelling a groan from your throat that caused his nails to dig into your flesh.

“Gods,” you gasped, relishing in how deep Ominis managed to reach. You would always love and appreciate his dexterous fingers, but they could never compare to the long, curved length of him.

“How does it feel? Tell me.”

Ominis began to thrust into you then, setting a steady pace that stirred your insides and made your head spin. That same spot within you he had assaulted with devastating accuracy earlier was effortlessly struck over and over again by the head of his cock, driving you higher embarrassingly fast, forcing more choked moans from your scratchy throat. “Feels– feels so good,” you managed breathlessly. “It’s so good, Ominis. I– I think– I’m–”

Strands of blond hair tickled your forehead as Ominis leaned down to laugh derisively in your face, the closer proximity putting his pelvis flush to your still-sensitive clit. “Are you close already? You poor thing– you must have been really pent-up these last few days…”

His teasing didn’t sound nearly as malicious as it had before. It was strained– shadowed by his own arousal quickly creeping into the forefront of his mind. The sight of his eyes pinching and his lips parting was making you dizzy. Your inhibitions were a thing of the past as you became wholly focused on how Ominis grunted softly, his hips grinding against you with every perfectly measured plunge of his cock. The pressure he inadvertently placed on your swollen nub filled a void inside of you, and in a flash, it was all too much to handle.

“There you go,” Ominis encouraged when he felt your muscles start to spasm around his length, your walls constricting him so tightly that his next panted gasp was laced with a throaty moan. “Go ahead, darling, come for me.”

His velvety praises were your undoing as you trembled violently beneath him. It was as though Ominis had lit a fuse on you and caused every part of your body to explode, your second climax stealing your breath and leaving your body burning hotter than a furnace. His pace stayed the same– never faltering as he fucked you through all of it– and only once you went limp did he deign to change his methods.

Ominis’ let go of your thigh to brace both of his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in so thoroughly that all you could see, smell, hear, and feel was him. His hips moved faster, his breathing fanning across your flushed cheeks quicker, and the hairswidth of space between you both left you with no choice but to watch his expression contort into one of sheer hunger as he chased after his impending finish. Your hands lifted off the bed of their own accord to sneak under the flaps of his undone shirt, stroking over his spine, his ribs, and those two little dimples that adorned his lower back.

Drinking in your fill of his skin after three long, grueling days without it seemed to do as much for Ominis as it did for you; he shivered and buried his fingers in your disheveled hair to clench at the strands, his eyebrows knitting together with concentration as he slammed his hips into yours once, twice, then a final third time before he spilled inside of you. His entire body trembled as he came undone, a drawn out gasp of your name leaving his lips as he slotted his mouth with yours sans the grace of an actual kiss. It was all a clash of tongue and teeth as Ominis devoured the tiny sounds you made, only managing to pull away when the twitching of his cock had ceased completely.

He didn’t get very far, though. Your arms were still wrapped around him– holding him impossibly tight to your chest in your pitiful attempts to keep him close. There was no chance you were letting him get away that easily– not after everything he had put you through this week.

“So needy,” Ominis chided with a smile, releasing his grip on your hair before affectionately smoothing down the strands. “Perhaps I should keep my distance more often if this is the treatment I’ll get for it.”

He couldn’t see it, but you narrowed your eyes up at him challengingly. Your hands slid down his sides so they were directly over his ribs, and when you dug your nails into the sensitive area, he flinched at the same time a strangled hiss slipped from between his teeth. “Don’t even think about it. I’m already forbidding myself from making jokes around you after this.”

“Jokes are supposed to be funny,” he scoffed, flicking your nose lightly. “Although I do suppose the role reversal right now is rather amusing. It’s ironic– of the two of us, you’re the one clinging to me like a baby Mooncalf.”

“You’re pushing your luck. This is all your fault.”

“Ah, my apologies. Should I leave?”

“No!”

He was unbelievable. Merlin only knew what future, shoddy quip would prompt Ominis to disappear for a week straight, all in some ghastly attempt to teach you a lesson. You vowed then and there that you would never try to be funny again. Ever.

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weeb-simp-11 · 17 days ago

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Guys my age don't do it like you Do- Sano Shinichiro

pairing: Shinichiro Sano x fem reader

warning: nsfw, angsty fluff, fem!reader, slight age gap, implied cunnlingus, office sex, vanilla to rough sex, slight dumbification, creampie, one mention of pregnancy, Shinichiro and Reader being softies.

R-18+ minors dni

author's notes: this is set two days before Shinichiro dies. do with that information what you will.

word count: 2.1k

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THE memory of you is committed deep in Shinichiro's brain.

Ten years from today, he had saved you from a group of boys that had stolen your pink princess bicycle and tried to beat you up because you wanted it back. To a ten year old you, the fourteen year old Shin sporting a black eye while dragging your bicycle back to you, even offering to walk you home was nothing short of a handsome hero - with a ridiculous haircut. Nonetheless, it was more than enough to have you follow him around with hearts in your eyes and undying admiration from your lips whenever you saw him.

Shin didn't think much of it at first -you were a kind girl and you gave him quite thoughtful gifts- he may not have liked you romantically at that time, but it was nice to have some sort of positive attention from a girl, even if you were just young and naive. Even when his friends began to tease him about it - About you being the only girl that would ever want to date him- he would never chase you away; you were too sweet for him to just shut you out like that.

He indulged you even despite his friends' warning him to leave you alone, taking you on a bike ride for your sixteenth birthday, dinner on your seventeenth and granting you your sole wish for him to steal your first kiss on the eighteenth birthday. The more you grew, the more he indulged you and the greedier you both became. No longer were you the cute but nerdy girl that clung to his legs when you saw him. No. Now, you were gorgeous, your body filled out in the right places, your face contorted and lips open as your fingers dug into his scalp while he lapped the juices emanating from your folds, his thumb playing with the sensitive nub resting between your labia.

This wasn't supposed to feel wrong. Shin's just four years older than you, he's seen worse age gaps than this on those documentaries he watched with you while you were sulking about your first break up with a bastard that couldn't even make you cum. The both of you are in your twenties and you're just two adults giving into your desires.

But why does everyone make him feel so guilty for wanting you?

Shinichiro pulls away from your puffy lips much to your displeasure, his jaw stained with slick and the cum from your two prior orgasms, darkened eyes staring into yours with a pussy drunk expression written all over his features. Your mouth opens to say something when he glides up your body, fingers dancing on the skin of your legs with him hovering above you. His lips brushes your own in a ghost kiss and trails to your jaw, grazing it lightly and suckling on the spot eagerly.

"Oh Shin-"

The sound of your breathy moans resonnating in his ears goes straight to his already stiff hard cock. Shinichiro is quick to bunch up your long skirt high enough to reveal your bare cunt completely and grind his clothed length on it, a groan emanating from his throat to your ears. Sounds of heavy breathing bounce of the walls as he lowers his lips to the curve of your neck, sucking the sweet spot with good precision.

A craddle robber- that's what Takeomi had called Shin when you hurriedly left his shop one day with shaky legs and speckles of cum dotting your long maxi skirt. He said it with a light hearted tone but the way the eyes of his friends in the room judged him that day made Shin realise that maybe he is one -taking advantage of your undying interest in him to turn that crush into affection and devotion for only him. After that day, he was hesitant to touch you, until today when you came here and asked softly if he didn't want you anymore.

He didn't realise when he had you face up on his desk with his tongue in your pussy, muffling against your skin about how badly he wants you repeatedly.

"-want you inside Shin."

Your airy voice begging for his cock snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality. He raised his head up from the crook of your neck to stare at your pretty face again, memorizing the fucked out expression etched onto it for future reference when he's alone and thinking about you. His hands tilts your chin upwards and his lips meet yours in a brief kiss before pulling away.

"You're sure about this, sweetheart?" Shin asks in a gentle voice, pressing his forehead against yours. "You know it's been a while since we did it." His tone is shaky with need - a primal urge to ride you until you're a quaking mess underneath him. Shinichiro just wants to be sure you were ready for another round of him losing his mind the moment your velvelty walls rubs against his hardened cock. He would never do anything with you without asking if you're okay with it, even if it's to hold your hand.

"Shin please," your voice is desperate, begging almost, and instinctively, he lowers his lips to kiss the stray tear rolling down your cheek away. "I need your cock inside me. 'need it s'bad."

How could he say no to your teary gaze?

Shinichiro works down his button and zipper just enough to let his lengthy cock spring free, slapping your inner thigh lightly. You don't get to admire him for long, his fingers grasping your chin to make eye contact with him. "Eyes on me, sweetheart," His voice is practically dripping with lust at this point, completely immersed in the intimate moment with you as he coats his cock with the slick from his pre and your cum. Your lips part slightly as his bulbous cockhead nudges your opening before pushing in inch by inch. Your nails dig into his biceps, trying to anchor yourself back to earth from the painful, yet delicious stretch of his gentle prodding.

"You're doing so well baby," he coos softly, still pushing into you until he bottoms out. You can feel him completely, all the curves of his cock, the way your walls accomodate all the ridges of it, the way his tip nudges at your sweet spot. Your teary eyes once again meet his gaze mixed with lust and adoration for you, waiting for your command to let him move.

This moment feels perfect; Shinichiro is so close to you that you can smell a mixture of engine oil, cedar wood and nicotine emanating from him. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, letting the pain give into pleasure, only focusing on the man with you right now.

It's always been him. Only him.

"Sh-shin, m-move-"

The first thrust sends your already sensitive body on fire. Shinichiro knows your body enough to start the thrusts of his hips at a pace that has your eyes seeing stars. The loud sinful noises of skin slapping skin and the scraping of Shin's office desk while he fucks into you is a telltale sign of what's happening right now between the two of you.

Calloused hands tilt your head back to expose your neck to his hungry lips, kissing and sucking on the slope of your neck, making your pussy is fluttering against his cock. "More, more, more." You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him closer to feel his cockhead brush against your pleasure spot at a better angle. "Shin fuck me harder, please-"

Air leaves your lungs as he gave a powerful thrust, and followed it up with another and another, his pace maddening, fast and wild, making your legs shake and tremble. Broken, choked moans is all that comes out of your lips as he continues to fuck you faster, while peppering kisses all over your neck and your chest. His hands move down your body and grips your shaking hips down, forcing you to stay in place and he goes deeper until you see the hilt of his dick practically buried inside you.

Shin's far gone, far too pussy drunk to remember he's not wearing a condom and he's supposed to pull out. All he can hear is himself groaning and you babbling his name "Shin, Shin, Shin" like a prayer with a fucked out, pleasure filled expression driving him to the edge. His hips are stuttering and his balls feel tight, but he'll be damned to let go if you haven't come first.

"Be good f'me," it's a command, Shinichiro's deep voice reverbating in your ears has your legs shaking even the more. "Be good f'me and cum"

Your friends always told you that if Shinichiro asked you to jump in a lake, you would it without hesitation. You denied it of course, sure you liked him, but it wasn't to the point you would become some kind of brainless puppet for him to use. Your friend never did like Shinichiro in the first place, she felt he was messing around with your feelings.

But now, as you're spamsing against his cock, your pussy fluttering and your breathing loud and heavy while he helps you ride out your orgasm, you realise you're in too deep with Shinichiro.

Shin's high starts as yours begins to end. You wince from sensitivity at his rather erractic thrusts and soon, you feel hot semen shooting into your warm cunt in spurts, a gutteral moan emanating from his lips as he pumps into you until he's spent as well.

You're the first to catch your breath. Your eyes flutter open to see Shin's dark ones fixated on your form sprawled across his desk, his hands barely keeping him from collapsing onto your body. You release his biceps from your grip and trail your hands to his face, tilting his head forward for a deep kiss. One hand comes behind your head and pushes your lips closer until you can feel your tongues and teeth clashing with each other, the taste of your cum still present on his tongue.

He is the first to pull away from your lips, his chest still heaving from the excitment and thrill of taking you right here in his office. He stares at you once again as you sit up to be more comfortable, lips swollen, marks all over your neck and your neatly parked hair roughed up, you look so gorgeous in his eyes. "Cute" He mutters underneath his breath, pulling out his flaccid cock from you. "You're really cute."

You feel flustered at his words and even more flustered when you feel some cum trickle down your thighs as well. Shin's eyes trailed to the cum leaking down your thighs and the wheels turned in his head, trying to figure out what he was forgetting until it clicked.

"Oh my god, did I just get you pregnant-"

It was your turn to laugh at his expression. Here was the guy of your dreams who had just fucked the senses out of you, panicking that he hadn't pulled out, with his cock still hanging out of his fly. His eye twitched at your unbothered expression. "How's this funny? You're supposed to be mad-"

His whiny voice only made you giggle louder, before bursting out into full-on laughter. His expression becomes sour and you stop laughing at him before he starts crying, again. "I'm on the pill, Shin." You coo, helping him tuck his cock back into his boxers and zipping his fly up. "I told you this when you were pushing me on the table."

"Oh." He replies with a blank expression, before slapping his hand to his face and shaking his head, embarrassment seeping onto his facial features. Deciding to hide his embarrassment from you, he started walking away. "I'll get you a clean towel, hold on."

You don't stop looking at him until he disappears to the washroom and comes back with a clean towel like he said he will. Your heart thuds against your chest as you watch him clean between your thighs gently, his eyes focused on his work like you were his favourite bike on display.

You've overheard his friends telling him that it was wrong to want you, to touch you and to love you. But the man cleaning between your thighs, and pressing soft kisses on your knees while doing so, the man that is trailing his soft eyes to look at your face with a small smile on his lips, is not wrong for loving you.

"You're staring." You smile back at him, resting your hand on his head gently. He doesn't stop looking at you, instead, he stands to his full height and leans close to you again, discarding the rag aside. You feel his hot breath fan your face as he leans in closer to whisper "I love you" for the first time ever.

As you capture his lips with yours in response to his confession, he can't help but think that you being in his arms feels just right.

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weeb-simp-11 · 17 days ago

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for your asks, can I request Shinichiro from TR? 🥹

i'm gonna do one sfw and one nsfw!

sfw:

regardless of how long you've been seeing each other, shinichiro still gets butterflies when he talks to you ☹️

nsfw:

loves to be told what to do in the bedroom. he likes his women a little mean, a little bossy. he's all for your pleasure

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weeb-simp-11 · 20 days ago

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pairing: virgin!jinwoo x f! reader

CW: smut mdni , loss of virginity , choking , unprotected sex, & creampie. NOT proofread.

WC: 298

this was made at 2am because me & @700bussin were bored.

jinwoo has never truly had the full sexual experience. i mean yeah, of course he always looks absolutely flawless and he’s always gotten close to it, but somehow something has always stopped him…but this time is different though.

this time he had someone under him—

you.

jinwoo groans loudly as he pounds your soaking cunt, he’s been talking to himself the whole time but you’re too high off his cock to listen. “this gives me so much xp…and it feels so fucking amazing…” He keeps fucking you harder and deeper, too busy rambling about ‘xp’ to notice how much of a mess he’s making out of you. it’s not like you care though, his dick is too good for you to focus on anything else. To say he was a virgin, he sure knew what he wanted because he grabbed you by your neck, choking you roughly while ravaging your slick walls.

you tighten around him, earning a breathy moan. “f-fuck, m’almost there…” he mumbles as he tightens his grip on your throat and keeps fucking you with no signs of stopping, even after you’ve already came twice.

you feel his thick cock somehow get even bigger. you moan loudly at the feel of him stretching you out to almost impossible lengths, your cries echoing in the room. “i want your cum s’bad…” you barely manage to utter the simple words with how cock drunk you were. and just as the words left your lips, he becomes a twitching mess and you feel hot, sticky cum flow into your aching walls. jinwoo pants into your ear as his thick cock softens inside of you. you can barely even move because of the rough fucking he gave you and the only thing you hear from him is…

“Full recovery.”

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weeb-simp-11 · 20 days ago

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dear sung jinwoo

eat my pussy

much love,

naammiii

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weeb-simp-11 · 20 days ago

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Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris.

🔞mdni🔞

jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

Part 2 — ‘the day I found out that Igris has a knot’

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair.

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful.

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather,

Who’s under that mask?

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies.

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest.

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all.

Well, almost.

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me.

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare.

Fuck.

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone.

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist.

“Jin—”

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear.

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat.

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.”

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty.

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless.

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles.

“Desires.”

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses.

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me.

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat.

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?”

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture.

How embarrassing.

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak.

My heart is going to explode.

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.”

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson?

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back.

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet.

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me.

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw.

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too.

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me.

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck.

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit.

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath.

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst.

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat.

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!”

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me.

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed.

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls.

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought.

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!”

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight.

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me.

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined.

And I'm coming…to his face.

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense.

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?”

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face.

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath.

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me.

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry.

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something.

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.”

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum.

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him.

I’m sweet.

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head.

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.”

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist.

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat.

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter.

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath.

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly.

It’s all too much.

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.”

I am. I fucking am.

“I’m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder.

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath.

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase.

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…”

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp.

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more.

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy.

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.”

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