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thebunnednun · 3 months

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Shadows of the Blade Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader

How do you spell danger? M-I-H-A-W-K

Some things are kept vague on purpose in this chapter. More to come later.

It's that time again my loves! Who couldn't love this stoic ass man?

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Chapter 3: Here Just scroll a bit.

---------Chapter 4: Hobo bathroom fairies and wise warnings----------

As the sun dipped in the sky, casting long shadows across the deck of the ship, you found yourself lost in a sea of memories, the weight of your past bearing down on you like an anchor dragging you beneath the waves. With each gentle sway of the ship and the rhythmic sound of the waves against the hull, you felt the walls you had carefully built around your heart begin to crumble, the flood of memories threatening to overwhelm you.

Today was a pretty ass day so far. You and the crew hadn't run into anyone. It was more so that your mind wanted to creep on your peace. The reasons why were unknown to you. The past month wasn't even bad. You had even made a new friend and mentor.

Back to the present, you were sitting on the railing of the thousand sunny. The dimmed light of the afternoon offered little warmth. You closed your eyes, trying to shut out the memories that haunted you, but they came rushing back with a vengeance, vivid and unrelenting. Images flashed before your mind's eye like fragments of a shattered mirror, each one a painful reminder of the life you had tried so desperately to leave behind.

You saw yourself as you once were, a skilled and ruthless, your hands stained with the blood of your victims. You remembered the cold, calculating gaze of your former mentors as they trained you in the art of death, their voice a constant echo in the recesses of your mind, driving you ever onward in pursuit of your next target.

But amidst the darkness, there were moments of light, fleeting glimpses of the person you had once been before the shadows consumed you. You remembered the warmth of a smile, the touch of a gentle hand, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls of your childhood home.

Those moments were few and far between, overshadowed by the darkness that threatened to consume you whole. You had spent years trying to escape the shadows of your past, but they followed you like a relentless specter, lurking just beyond the edge of your consciousness, waiting to drag you back into the abyss.

You couldn't even pinpoint WHY you were feeling this way. It would be one thing if this was a day of importance from your previous job. But it wasn't so what was the problem? You squeezed your arms and shifted in your seated position. Maybe these thoughts started again because of your training with Mihawk? He was a stark contrast to your previous coworkers and mentors. You held your face in your hands and sighed.

Fuck your brain hurt.

At this point, fighting Zoro would be easier.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching until a voice broke through the silence, pulling you back to reality.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

You blinked, turning to find Sanji standing beside you, his expression filled with concern. Behind him, the rest of the crew had gathered, their faces etched with worry as they watched you closely.

You forced a smile, trying to push aside the memories that threatened to consume you.

"I'm fine," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just lost in thought."

But Sanji wasn't convinced, his gaze searching yours for any sign of the turmoil that raged within you.

"You don't have to hide from us, (Y/N)," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We're here for you, no matter what."

His words struck a chord deep within you, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggle. You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you looked up to find Sanji standing beside you, his eyes filled with understanding.

"We all have our demons, (Y/N)," he said, his voice soft but unwavering. "But you don't have to face them alone."

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth and support of your friend, you felt seen. Sanji went back to fishing. Luffy wandered over scratching his ass and asking what was for dinner. Your captains smile was like a light shining through the darkness that had long consumed you. With help, perhaps you could finally find the strength to confront the shadows of your past and emerge victorious on the other side.

Or maybe not today.

Sanji was over the shit with the food requests today. Nami called over the mast,”Take out?”

“Where from?”

She offered a bright smile,”Where else!”

Ussop broke out some dark shades and tried a few dance moves while Zoro groaned and rolled his eyes.

You and Sanji made eye contact again.

“Baratie’s!!!”

The ride over was very pleasant with calm waters and a gentle breeze. But, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation tinged with apprehension. The memories of your past still lingered in the back of your mind, a constant reminder of the life you had tried so desperately to leave behind.

“(Y/n) let’s get dressed!” Nami called out and you followed her inside to her room. Shuffling through your shared close was typically fun. Nami had a fashion streak that you couldn’t help but admire. Looking through the options, you threw on a flowy pink dress with blue tones. Nami had gotten herself a blue dress with green tones so you two could match!

While docking you couldn’t help but look over all the other ships. One in particular resembled a black coffin. Wait a damn minute-

You hopped off the boat and began to race for the entrance. Luffy, assuming you wanted to get to the table before him, began racing after you.

Bursting in, you were hit with the warm atmosphere and the smell of delicious food wafting through the air. The fishman at the door offered you a smile,” Hello Miss, welcome to Baratie,”….. ….before seeing Luffy. “Oh, welcome back young man. The Chef would like a word with you.”

Luffy grinned and patted your shoulder before racing to the kitchen. You sighed at the kid and turned back at the fishman, “A booth that could fit seven, please.” He nodded and began to lead you towards the table.

Luffy and Sanji caught up with Zeff while you, Nami, Zoro and Usopp held down the table. Usopp’s lying ass ordered four beers and was already three sheets to the win. Zoro��s alcoholic ass was trying to out drink Nami and you realllly needed to use the bathroom. (Aka check out the ship owners.)

Walking through Baratie, you felt safe in the sounds of laughter and chatter. But amidst the hustle and bustle of the busy restaurant, your attention was drawn to a familiar figure standing at the bar, a red-haired man with a jovial smile and a gleam in his eye.

Shanks.

Your heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact with the legendary pirate, his gaze holding a depth of knowledge that sent a shiver down your spine. He knew about your past, about the life you had left behind, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of what he might accidentally reveal.

'Fuck.'

But before you could approach him further, another familiar figure approached, his sleek black hair and piercing yellow eyes unmistakable even in the dim light of the restaurant.

Mihawk.

Your new friend and mentor, The Mihawk.

'FUCK!'

You ducked behind some curtains surrounding the bar. Hopefully eagle eye's over there hadn't spotted you yet. Peaking out you saw the two men nod at each other, one sitting while the other stood. You decided to step closer and listen in.

The tension between the two pirates was palpable as they exchanged terse greetings, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. But beneath the surface, there was a sense of camaraderie, a shared history that bound them together despite their differences.

"So, Mihawk," Shanks said with a grin, leaning casually against the bar. "I hear you've taken a liking to Luffy's new little friend there."

Mihawk's expression remained impassive, but you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes as he glanced in your table's direction.

"She's proven to be quite intriguing," he replied, his voice low and measured. "But I'm not one to be swayed by sentimentality."

Shanks chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced back at your hiding place.

"Ah, but you can't deny that she has a certain charm," he said, his tone teasing. "Perhaps I should have made my move on her sooner."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at the implication, the thought of Shanks expressing interest in you both flattering and unnerving. ‘Fucking shaggy ass boozy pirate!’

But before the conversation could continue, a commotion erupted on the other side of the restaurant, drawing everyone's attention.

It was Luffy and Sanji, their arrival met with cheers and applause from the patrons of Baratie. You breathed a sigh of relief as the focus shifted away from you and Mihawk, grateful for the distraction.

‘Thank you old man Zeff!’

Shanks took the noisy opportunity to lean his good arm against the bar, his gaze shifted from you to Mihawk, a curious expression playing across his features.

"So, Hawk eye’s," he began, his tone casual yet probing. "What's your game here? Befriending a former assassin that's 'disappeared'. The lady's been fairly quiet. Is it the bounty on her head? She won't fight a friend."

As he spoke those words, his voice lowered in pitch, taking on a more suggestive tone. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, as if he was enjoying the game of teasing the Mihawk.

He paused for a moment, letting the question hang in the air, before adding, "Or is it a client?"

Mihawk's gaze remained steady, his expression unreadable as he replied, "I have my reasons, Shanks. Reasons that are none of your concern."

Before Shanks could press further, their conversation was interrupted by another burst of energy from the middle of the restaurant.

It was Luffy and Usopp, engaged in a lively dance battle with Sanji and Nami, their movements wild and uninhibited as they twirled and spun across the dance floor. Zoro watched from the sidelines, his expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement as he nursed a drink in hand.

As the chaos unfolded, you stepped out of your hiding spot from within the curtains, but your path was blocked by Luffy, who bumped into Mihawk with a hearty laugh.

"Oops, sorry about that!" Luffy exclaimed, his infectious grin lighting up his face.

Shank’s ratty ass took the opportunity to jump over the bar to hide. ‘Godforbid you face your pupil.’ You rolled your eyes and as the chaos unfolded, you tried to make your way back to the table.

How ironic

Mihawk simply nodded in response, his attention momentarily diverted as he exchanged a few words with the enthusiastic pirate captain. You quickly began to cut through the dance floor trying hard not to run back to the table.

Before you could slip away, Luffy grabbed your hand and Mihawk's, pulling you both into the midst of the dance floor. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sudden movement, but Mihawk's firm grip steadied you. As he held you close, you felt a surge of electricity run through your spine, causing your heart to race. The warmth of his body and the intensity of his gaze made you forget everything else around you, and you found yourself lost in the embrace of the man in front of you.

As the music swelled around you, you found yourself swept up in the rhythm of the dance, your movements fluid and graceful as you twirled and spun alongside Mihawk. Despite your efforts to maintain a composed exterior, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through your veins, a feeling of freedom and liberation that you hadn't experienced in years.

As the song came to an end, you and Mihawk made your way back to the table, your cheeks flushed and your heart pounding in your chest. Zoro, ever the cheeky one, gestured for you to sit beside Mihawk, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he exchanged knowing glances with Sanji and Usopp.

Your eyes were wide and pleading as they pretended to feign ignorance. You wrote on a napkin ‘Fuck all you hoes!’ and they passed it amongst themselves snickering and giggling which caused Mihawk to shoot you a questioning look.

You tried to hide your flustered state as you shifted in your seat, but Nami's sharp gaze didn't escape your notice. Sensing your discomfort, she excused herself from the table, pulling you aside and into the nearby bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Nami asked, her voice filled with concern as she studied your flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal, but Nami's gentle encouragement soon had you opening up about your past and the unexpected turn of events that had led you to Mihawk's side. She breathed out and held your hand for a few moments before turning to look in the mirror.

“When I first joined this crew I lied about my intentions. I was partly honest but I still betrayed everyone to secure their safety.” You held onto the sink feeling bile claw its way up your throat. You knew how seriously Nami took trust and knew you’d lose her if you let this lie continue any further.

“You know what they did to me?”

You shook your head no as you kept your eyes on the sink basin.

“They forgave me.”

Startled, you look up to see her big eyes clear of any judgment or doubt.

“Thank you for being honest with me. Now, you should find a way to be honest with the rest of the crew when you’re ready.”

She embraced you tightly and you returned it with much vigor. After feeling your breathing go back to a normal level she returned to the table to allow you to wash up.

Before Nami could even be gone for five seconds, Shanks peeked out from one of the stalls, a reassuring smile on his face as he listened to your story.

“Hobo of the grandline. Whose drunk ass finds time to pay visits to old friends. Whom do I owe the honor to?”

He shot you a playful glare and smile,”Ah don’t be like that lass. You know I care about you.” You both shared a small hug before his face turned serious.

"Be careful, my dear," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

He tucked a loose strand of your hair back into place and took the opportunity to let his thumb catch your cheek. You paused to wonder if what he mentioned to Mihawk earlier was true. Turning to dry your hands off you offered your thoughts to the redhead, "Of what exactly?" you looked over your shoulder to see he was already climbing out of the bathroom window. He turned back to you with a small smile and something sad but firm within his eyes.

“Keep in mind, eyes in the skies are often sent by those long forgotten.”

With a final nod of encouragement, Shanks disappeared, leaving you feeling both grateful for his support and wary of the dangers that lay ahead. ‘Eyes in the-’ Mihawk. It had to be, who else would it be! You looked out the bathroom window to see Shanks already vanished. "Great." You wanted to scream now with everything going on. Squatting down with your hands in your hair, your brain quickly went over the years you were 'working'. Not that many in particular stood out as candidates and others were long dead.

So, who would send him?

Did this mean your friendship as disingenuous?

And how long did you have before Mihawk would make a move?

You stood from the floor suddenly. An action that you did not give your body time to process as you rewashed your hands and looked into the mirror in the bathroom. Pulling a dagger from your bust you looked at the design of the hilt before putting it back. You'd do whatever it took to stay with and keep your family this time.

As you made your way back to the table, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of your stomach, a reminder that the past was never truly far behind.

---------------------------------------------A little bonus

Returning to the table, you found yourself seated at the bar beside Mihawk, the two of you engaged in conversation as he sipped his drinks. Despite his intimidating exterior, you found yourself drawn to him, his quiet strength and unwavering confidence a comforting presence amidst the chaos of the restaurant. That made for a shit show considering everything that just happened.

Come to think of it, why was Shanks hiding in the women's bathroom of all places like a hobo fairy godmother?

The music was cued to play and the dance floor filled with revelers, you felt a sense of excitement stir within you, a desire to let go of your worries and lose yourself in the rhythm of the music. A gentle brush against your hand caught your attention.

Looking up from your lemonade you tried to find the ticklish source.

With a playful smile, Mihawk extended his hand to you, a silent invitation to join him on the dance floor. With hesitation, you took his hand, he led the two of you outside. Not too far away from the band but enough to be alone with you properly. You tried to stop the shaking in your footsteps. You really did not want to return to the person you used to be. All those years of hard work for nothing.

But you also felt a cold sweat break out on the back of your neck knowing that a younger you would’ve slit the captain's throat and slipped him under the wood planks before anyone noticed you were gone.

Mihawk turned to you, breaking your thoughts as you offered him a sweet smile. “May I have this dance Ms.(Y/n)?” Ever the gentleman, he did not move until you vocalized your response. “Yes sir, you may,” and you began to softly sway together in perfect harmony as the rest of the world faded away.

For a moment, all that mattered was the music and the feel of Mihawk's hand in yours, a fleeting glimpse of happiness amidst the uncertainty of the future. You leaned your head on his chest and you could feel his body stipend for a moment.

A gruff voice cut out into the air.

“Well what do we have here?”

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I feel like Sanji could throw it in a circle. What y'all think?

I hope all that cake doesn't go to waste.

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thesturniolos · 2 months

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make you mine ~ m.sturniolo x reader (she/her)

જ⁀➴. summary: i mean you know what they say, keep your friends close but always keep your enemies closer- just how much closer?

જ⁀➴. warnings: filthy smut, fingering, dumbification, degradation, praise, rope bunny, spitting, spanking (i’m sorry), dom!matt and sub!matt, jealousy, brat!reader, a little angsty (cause yk i fw that too much)

જ⁀➴. this is for @annamcdonalds67 challenge!! i will be basing this fic off of madison beer’s ‘make you mine’ !

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

‘i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you up, i wanna make

you mine.’

do you know that feeling when you’re drunk, so drunk that your mind feels like a fog? like a layer of cloud and mist has settled into the crevices of your brain, seeping into your every thought. a fog so powerful that it alters your visions and brings hidden secrets to the tip of your tongue, the kind of secrets that would change something, anything once and for all.

and in that moment, the feeling of freedom outweighs all the consequences of letting that secret out. slowly, my fogged brain pieces together to allow my hands to fiddle with the padlocks of the secret. to untie the tangled chains, to swivel the tiny little key around on the pads of my fingers, to push the blade into the hole in the chest.

and just like that, a secret sworn to never be spread dribbles down the edges of the box and every thought telling me, yelling actually, that what i’m about to do is wrong is etched away by a metaphorical marker and nothing will stop me from what i want to do and what i’m going to do.

the dizzying noise of a thousand people, some my friends, most of them random people you’d find at classic LA parties, is silenced by the sound of my beating heart and the blood pumping viciously around my body.

it’s the kind of passion that comes from envy, that comes from jealousy, that comes from resent so blinding that every step you take feels like it could break the marble floor underneath your feet. or that steam pushing out of your ears could be visible.

it’s the kind of jealousy that comes from seeing a person you care so deeply about in a corner with some bitch who knows nothing about him.

like- she doesn’t know what he likes and doesn’t like, she doesn’t know that he has three books by his bed and that one of them has her initials carved into the fourteenth page. she would never know that his own couch has an imprint from where my fucking ass sits everyday. like she wouldn’t know that their shared ‘hatred’ wasn’t actually real. just like how she doesn’t know that he is not on the market and she has absolutely no fucking place in the world to have her wretched bones on his skin.

you’d assume that in a situation like this time slows like a movie but it doesn’t. it speeds and i can’t keep track of anyone around me or what song is playing or even what drink is sloshing onto my hand from my cup. i just know exactly where it’s going to go though.

before i step foot into the beaming light of the kitchen, two hands grab my hips and swivel me around. two hands that won’t be there in a minute if they don’t leave my body.

im met with a pair of very similar eyes and i suddenly feel very guilty for thinking what i thought a second ago.

‘hey! where have you been all night? me and nick have been looking for you literally everywhere.’ chris’ eyes look concerned but his smile is still in full tact.

‘i’ve been talking to people, catching up-‘

‘did something happen? cause you know, you look like you’re gonna kill somebody’ he laughs, his hands leaving my hips and i brush the area off where he touched, holding my head high to hopefully hide the seeving look on my face.

‘just people liking to get up in my business, you know how it is. ‘ i nod, sipping from cup, immediately regretting because actually wtf is in it.

‘okay, well- me and nick were about to leave, we’re just tryna round you and matt up.’ my teeth clench together at the sound of his name.

‘yeah, i don’t know chris. i might go home later, feels like we only just got here!’

‘it’s literally 2am, we’ve been here 4 and half hours already-‘

“come on, chris! when do you ever get to go to a party as big as this? go find a girl or something- give yourself a good time!’ his eyebrows furrow and he shrugs his shoulders.

“i guess so-“

“you gotta get over that bitch ex of yours anyways, perhaps this could be your perfect time.” and with that, he was fully listening. his shoulders now standing upright and his posture as straight as possible.

“you’re right, y/n. oh, look- there’s matt! guess he’s already a step ahead of me and you.”

my head spirals around is quickly, i think i saw stars. big, white, angry shooting stars. the sight of his hands clenching onto her ass, pushing her against a kitchen counter. her dress slowly riding up her thighs, thanks to his legs prying them open.

and with that, something ticks inside me.

i’ve been jealous before. hell i’ve been the most jealous in the room. but have you ever been so jealous that a rack of knives looked appealing and the bat that hangs above the wall in the living room looked handy dandy to do the exact job you needed to?

why was it always the bitchiest of girls who all the guys hate -but apparently not so because she’s tugging on one of their dicks by saturday.

well guess what? two can play at that game, bitch.

i turn around to find a good looking guy, not so attractive that i could become attached but not ugly enough for me to be gagging when i run my hands along his dick.

‘you. come with me.” i gesture, my fingers curving in to lure him into me.

his brows furrow and he scoffs, “why?”

“cause i fucking said so, come with me.” i drag his hand and he turns back to look at this friends with a sudden bright smile.

our hands are clenched together as i pull him through a small crowd towards the kitchen. the urge to instantly jump on him to rile matt up is incredibly overwhelming but desperation isn’t always the best look on me.

my hand reaches for a red cup, filled with what looks like classic punch and i pour it down the sink to fill it up with straight vodka and hand it to him. “drink up, buttercup.”

his eyes widen but he obeys and i watch as he drinks every last sip, my fists clenching from the idea of what’s going on directly behind me.

“ngh’ matt-“ i hear the girl moan and my head twists to see his eyes glaring into mine whilst sucking red marks onto her neck.

i scoff and drag my guy closer to me, all whilst maintaining eye contact to lick a stripe up his neck and shove my right hand up his shirt to feel his torso. the guy did have toned abs, i could feel from how rock hard he was against my fingers but unlucky for him, i was completely and utterly distracted by the guy i hated so fucking much opposite me.

hate so pure that the sound of his name made goosebumps run down my neck and my blood bubble under my skin. my eyes would sting from the gaze of his eyes, my eyelids burning from refusing to shut. it was hate so pure that seeing a girl on his arm made my throat run dry and my words choke. the rings on my fingers digging into my palms and my teeth scratching against one another as i clenched my jaw to see the hickies scattered on his chest.

my tongue caresses the skin of his neck, latching over what i think is his sweet spot, as he moves his hands down my body. i smirk as i see matt latch onto the bitch’s figure tighter, desperate to outweigh whatever i was doing.

i look up at the guy and say, “do whatever you want to me, right here, right now.” his eyes light up and his breath halts slightly.

“but we’re in here with so many people-“

“i don’t care.” my head turning back to look at matt who is still looking at me, a grimacing smile speaking across my face which makes his brows furrow deeper into his skin.

the guy grabs my leg to push it onto his, my front up against him and he latches our mouths together, his tongue immediately creating a space between my lips to enter.

after a solid minute of awkwardly making out in front of what felt like 30 people, a hand pushes my leg down from the guys hip and grabs my hand to pull me away from the crowd.

i’d be stupid if i said i didn’t know it was matt, of course i knew it was him. after all, he knew i had full control over him even if we were just enemies.

sweating bodies collided with mine and i squeeze my body close together to avoid elbows to the face. my heels making me stumble a little, alcohol still running through my system.

i look down to find a step up a winding staircase, a classic LA mansion.

20 steps felt like half a lifetime as matt still desperately drags me up them, whispering incoherent, angry remarks under his breath. until finally he makes it to the top and barges through the first bedroom he sees.

i enter quickly after him, my hand falling to my side as he slams the door behind us. i didn’t have time to react before he pushes my shoulder into the wall behind me, digging his nails into my skin.

his eyes are practically black with anger, his eyebrows fallen to his eyelids yet a disgusting grin on his face. his tongue slides along his teeth, before he spits, ” what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

“whatever you’re playing, i mean it’s only fair.” i squeak back, my breath a little taken away from the sudden collide with my back and the brick wall. and of course the incredibly small space between our lips and the fact that our noses are touching.

“that’s not how this works around here.”

“then how does it? you get to go around with every girl in our state and i sit in the background watching?” what was that even supposed to mean?

he removes a hand from my shoulder and shakes his head, “people around here know they can’t touch you. they just know that, sweetheart. i assumed you would too.”

“and you’re allowed to have that bitch all over you? tell me, matt. how is this really fucking fair?” his hand comes up to my throat to clench it, light enough so i’m not choking but hard enough so that i’m gagged, my head lifted up a little.

“because how else am i supposed to get you to fucking take notice that i want you.”

i furrow my eyebrows, i try to speak but he clenches harder and the words don’t form in my mouth.

“every girl i have i imagine it’s you, every time i’m fucking a girl i imagine it’s your pussy im in, i imagine it’s your lips that im sucking on.”

i look dead in his eyes, my lashes blurring my vision slightly, his hooded gaze mesmerising me as i take in his every word

“every mean comment i made and every remark you made back riled me up. i knew it, you knew it, everyone else fucking knew it. im fed up of this bullshit circle we’ve had going on- i need you to see that you’re mine. when i saw you and that bitch in the kitchen, i smiled because i knew i got you. i got you to the point where you fucking admitted to me that im in your brain, you want me just as much as i want you baby.”

his tongue pokes out to lick a strip along my lip, he stands back to look at me in such a vulnerable position. my legs squeezed together in my little black dress and his hand wrapped around my neck as i look up at him with teary eyes and a dumb little smile on my face. it was just all he had ever wanted.

his hand leaves my neck, reaching up to grab my jaw and push my lips against his. a messy, tongue-filled kiss. his tongue sucks onto mine and i moan into his mouth, my legs moving forward to push him backwards.

he hums into the kiss, moving his head to suck on my lips whilst treading towards the bed in which he eventually pulls us onto. my legs scramble to straddle his lap and loop my hands around his neck.

he pulls away to pull the straps of my dress down as i look into his eyes, if somebody had told me two years ago that i was straddling matt’s fucking lap i probably would’ve slapped you around the face.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted you baby?” he says, yanking down my black dress to reveal a lacy, practically see-through bra that pushes up my boobs to accentuate them especially for matt’s eyes.

i shake my head, my hands clasping onto the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“too fucking long.” he rips off my bra, my mouth wide from how easily he broke the fabric, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he launches forward to suck my hard, pointed nipples.

my head thrown back as i grind against his jean pants, desperate to relieve the feeling in between my thighs. the tent of his pants brushing roughly against my region making me pull his head closer into my tits.

he pulls away to stare up at me, already looking a little disheveled, as he chuckles slightly, “you’re so fucking needy, who knew a pretty baby with a mouth as big as yours could be so desperate for my cock?”

i whimper at the sound of his patronising voice, my hips moving faster as he speaks but the loss of the soft pad of his tongue of nipples making my eyes water a little.

he grabs my jaw to force me to look at him, his fore finger and his middle finger squeezing together closely as he pushes them towards my lips. “open up, slut.”

i open my mouth for him and he guides his fingers into my mouth and instinctively i suck on them, my eyes slowly fluttering shut and i hum onto them, wishing it was something else.

the tent underneath me twitching even under all this fabric and the hands looped around his neck untie to slowly run down his torso all the way to the zip on his jeans.

“you want it all don’t you baby? you act so tough but really you’re just a whore for me and my dick. it’s not even been five minutes and you’re already scrambling to undo my pants. that’s it baby, let me use all your pretty parts.” i pull them down to reveal his wet boxers and his huge dick.

this man wasn’t just packing a couple inches, it was enough to bruise the back of my throat and my cervix. my eyes light up as i hold it through the cotton of his underwear, drool begging to leave my mouth.

he leans back slowly, his elbows digging into the plush mattress underneath of us as he guides me closer towards his cock, pushing away stray hairs that curl around the frame of my face.

i pull down his boxers for his dick bounce straight up and hit his stomach, pre cum leaking from his bright red, swollen tip. and i hungrily scramble to grab hold of it, his words replaying in my head, i’m just a whore for him.

my hands smooth the veins along the bottom of his dick, slowly making my way up to kiss his oozing tip and i feel his body shudder underneath me. without a second thought, i shove his tip in my mouth and suck his cum off. my mouth hollows and i move my head up and down, determined to get some noise out of his pretty mouth.

“that’s it pretty girl, just like that- mmm” his head is thrown back and his hands come round to cradle my head, pushing me further onto his dick.

i moan which sends vibrations down his cock, his tip growing in my mouth as i swirl my tongue around it, the gagging sounds echoing in the room, riling matt up more and more.

“fucking take it all baby- oh fuck, i know you can” he winces out, the grip on my hair tightening and i smile against the girth of his dick doing exactly what he says, hollowing my mouth and sucking all the way to his bone. his hips shove up to hit the back of my throat and my eyes flutter shut, the full feeling in my throat overwhelming me.

he guides my head by bobbing my head up and down in time with his hip thrusts, the sounds of my gargling getting progressively louder as he becomes more determined to cum down my throat.

a sudden halt to his erotic sounds, i feel my head being pulled up, a ‘pop’ sound coming from my mouth from the sudden loss of his dick in my throat. he laughs, smoothing my cheek with his thumb before gently slapping it and grabbing my chin so i look at him.

“you gonna let me make you feel good?” i frantically nod my head, the heat between my legs practically burning a hole thru my panties now.

“that’s my girl, you’re mine. aren’t you?” i nod and he tuts, “ use your words.”

“i’m yours.” and that’s all he needed before he picks me up like i’m a fucking feather weighing nothing more than a couple pounds and throws me onto the bed whilst he twists around to stand up off the bed, looking down at me.

“you know it, my little slut.” he pulls down my dress finally, he didn’t get to finish underdressing me cause the idea of finally tasting him was too much. but now that i can feel the cold air hitting the most private of places and his glare blazing up and down my body, i feel shy.

my elbows hover over my boobs as i try and scrunch up a little but matt’s hands pry them away and he spreads my legs before discarding my little black dress on the floor, i’m only left with my matching lace panties.

he licks his lips, his glare fixating on the wet patch created on my underwear, just for him. as he holds my thighs apart, he blows gently onto the fabric making it instantly cold and i shift up the bed a little, whimpering.

“this all for me, baby?” he looks up at me, caressing my thighs gently. the cold metal of his rings making my goosebumps more and more apparent.

“mhm.” my eyes flutter shut and i push against the force of matt’s hands, becoming increasingly desperate for any kind of pressure on my pussy. “please.”

“please what?” he smirks, his touch on my thighs now so light you wouldn’t even believe it was there. it was another level of teasing that made the core of your very stomach fuzzy and the lack of any touch adds to the sick feeling you have.

“just do something, anything.” he snaps when i say that, flipping me around quickly so that my body slaps against the mattress, my ass on full show to him, my thing not doing much too cover my the cheeks of my ass.

“i wanna feel the rush, i wanna taste the crush, i wanna get you going.”

the sharp sting of fabric ripping against my delicate skin and sudden gasp mixed with the breaking of sweet lace makes matt chuckle in the background before placing a harsh slap to my ass, sending me into the air as it was so unexpected.

“you gonna be good for me?” he smooths over where he slapped, secretly wishing it will make a bruise.

“yes, yes i’ll be good.” i beg, wanting literally anything.

as his fingers move closer towards my wetness, he suddenly moves away quickly before getting up and searching the room.

i look up and frown, “what the fuck are you doing?” i whisper a little, upset that he looks like he’s about to leave.

he doesn’t say anything but pauses once he gets to the drawer in the closet and laughs before turning around to reveal a belt.

“what are you doing? this isn’t even your room.” i say, relaxing yet still confused.

he walks over to me and forces my chin up at him, “keep speaking in that bratty fucking tone and i will leave you high and dry”

“well you won’t even let me get high so what effect is that gonna have-“ before i could finish my sentence he covers my mouth with one hand and uses the other to turn me around so my head is shoved into the pillows of the bed. he scrambles to grab my hands, pushing them against my back and fiddling with the belt.

“just you fucking wait and see, little angel.” he twists them around my wrists and tightens them so i can’t get out without any help.

his hands letting going of mine before i feel them suddenly exactly where i need them. a singular finger pressing down onto my bundle of nerves and my whole body jumps with just a simple touch, a pornographic moan leaving my mouth.

“does that feel good baby” i whimper back a desperate ‘yes’ and wriggle against the pad of his finger wanting him to move oh, so badly.

“want me to move my hand, darling?” i nod my head frantically hoping he can see me which i gather he can considering the low laugh that leaves his mouth and the sudden movement of his finger dragging down slowly through my folds.

“you want me here?”

“yes, yes. i want you there. i want you to move.”

“you want me to move?”

“please.”

“there it is.” and with that, the gentle movements turned into quick, hard thrusts. his two fingers sliding through my hole at an insane pace, not letting me readjust for one second, making my whole body lift from the bed, my hands shaking in the belt he tied me up in.

the cold metal of his rings mixing with the warm wetness coating his fingers, the sensation was immense. all before he flips me over and presses his mouth onto my clip sending me into fucking sub space.

“oh my fucking god! matt-“

he licks and kisses at my clit at a gentle pace all while his fingers strum in and out of my hole at an alarming speed, it’s a wonder he doesn’t have arm cramp even after one minute.

my ass doesn’t stay on the bed and my whole body is jittering at the sudden overwhelming sensation. the flicks of his tongue and the curving of his fingers making sure he hits my sweet spots makes the bundle in my stomach tighten up.

“please matt, i’m gonna cum!”

he carries on, his feasting at my pussy getting progressively more intense, like a starved man. he enters another finger into my hole, stretching me perfectly so that i am shaped for him.

he breathes against my heat, “let go, baby.”

and with that, i did. sweat running from my back and forehead, my tied hands desperately grabbing onto the leather and my toes clenching over his shoulders.

he licks me clean, pressing one last kiss to my clit which makes me jolt as he laughs a little to himself seeing my messy figure on the bed.

“you did so well, baby.” i smile at him, his head coming close to mine to kiss my lips.

“now you gonna help me out sweetheart?”

i nod and he turns me around to take me out of the tied belts and he kisses the red marks from where i pulled against the restraint. “you liked these?” i shake my head and he laughs.

i pull myself up from the bed and onto matt’s lap to face him, i latch my lips onto his and hook my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me. my naked body fitting perfectly around his warm body.

he moves his hands down my body, caressing my curves and humming against our kiss as i pull away and look down to stroke his dick to which he kisses and pulls himself into my neck.

i move myself up his body to push myself down onto his hard shaft, as he winces and throws his head backwards, moaning my name.

i pull at his hairs and rock my hips against him and watch his demeanour change as his hips desperately rutt against mine and i forcefully push my hands onto his thighs so that he’s restricted.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he groans as my grinding against him slows.

“taking control.” his eyes widen and i push myself up further so that i can plunge further onto his dick. my nails digging into his thighs as i watch his breathing get faster and moans leave his mouth.

“that’s not - ngh- how it works.” he argues with me which doesn’t last for long when i start to kiss his neck and suck on the lobes of ears in which his thrusts up into me become more persistent.

“i’m gonna cum-“

“not until i cum.” i say, chasing my high with him as i hear him whine into my ear, panting a little too.

“please, just let me.” he hugs me closer, my boobs crushed against his chest as he begins to rocks back and forth with me, moaning and groaning with his head in the air. so much for tough guy, huh?

“cum with me.” i bounce up and down as he thrusts up into me for the last time before releasing his cum, painting my walls as it oozes out of me as i collapse onto the bed next to us.

our heavy breathing and hearts beating is the only thing that can be heard.

matt’s hand slowly moves to bring me closer to him, i smile as i look up at his tired state.

“you changed quickly, mr tough guy to oh please! please, let me cum! “ he shakes his head and covers my mouth.

“shut up, you wouldn’t fucking let me .”

i laugh at him and he picks me up to squeeze me, so much for being enemies, huh?

“so-“

“you’re mine now right? like for real?” he’s not looking at me, rather picking at his nails.

i giggle and press my head against his forehead and nod, “of course.”

hope you all liked !! too many fucking words :)

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