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brightburner · 2 years

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smoke me broke (I don't care I'm down for what you want)

Kent Zarneki x f!Button | mind blind | rating: M | post-canon, established relationships, bondage (shibari), spanking, shameless smut| summary: One thing can be said about Kent Zarneki-- he'll try anything at least once.

If there was one thing that could be said about dating Kent Zarneki, it was never boring. And that was entirely because, at the core of things, Button knew she could talk to him about anything.

Anything.

It had started simply enough. A spur of the moment thing. In the midst of a very vigorous bout of lovemaking, she had asked him to spank her. And he, without losing his rhythm, had asked if she wanted firm or gentle.

After, they had talked at length on the subject. What she liked about it, what he liked— what they had fantasized and what more they wanted to explore. They started with little things. Ice-cubes and blindfolds and simple knotted scarves of silk. It was playful at times and incredibly intense at others.

She liked them both, but god when Kent got into the moment? His eyes darkened to a steel grey, thrusts hard and his grip tight on her hips? The only intelligible word amongst her babble of moans and praises was his name, a plea he understood to mean don’t stop.

That intensity was in his eyes now, but not with the same— fervor. Instead it was the intensity of extreme concentration, his eyes darting from her and then to the book on the floor and back to the red ropes he was fastening across her chest.

She had always wanted to give shibari a try, and Kent was not one to shy from the challenge. It was actually a bit relaxing with Kent taking time to tug and check and then re-check the knots and ties, making sure she was comfortable as she sat crossed legged on their bedroom floor in nothing but a bralette and panties.

It was almost enough to make her nod off a few times, totally pliant and relaxed in his hands. They had started with a basic chest harness, the firm pressure beneath and below her breasts an oddly pleasant sensation. She felt very— aware of her body. More aware than Kent seemed to be, his eyes fixed solidly again on the book which had begun detailing how to combine the chest harness with an arm binding.

“Is this okay?” He asked, and Button turned to look at the diagram.

“Sure, you have the sheers right?” Kent nodded and put the pair of scissors they had already tested for sharpness and effectiveness on the rope into her view. It made the tiny little ball of anxiety she felt at the premise of having her arms secured behind her back loosen.

“Where do you need me?”

Kent gently took her arms and set them behind her back.

“Straight, or folded?” Kent asked, letting her feel both positions before she decided.

“Folded. Seems more comfortable.”

Kent hummed an affirmative and set her wrists together. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then to the nape of neck, bared with her hair tied up and out of the way.

“Tell me if it is too tight,” he said and then fell back into a meditative silence as he once again returned to reading the book.

Button took in a breath, the ropes pulled taunt against her and dug gently into her skin. If someone had told her she’d feel this relaxed being tied up for what was supposed to lead up to sex? She would have been very skeptical. Despite the gentle intimacy Kent lavished on her as he went, it was less passion based and more— comforting. As if they were working a crossword puzzle together, not fastening her into a bondage harness.

Was he even into this? Kent was diligently working on the knots once again, but nothing about his demeanor or his touch felt very aroused. Though Button couldn’t say she was disappointed. If anything, the experience was nice for her. The first few moments of preparing the rope and the first bits of tying the air had been crackling with tension and excitement, but after it became obvious this was a process that took time that crackle faded to a simmer and now had all but left the room.

Yet still, Button found she enjoyed the subtle pull across her skin. The hyper-awareness that was growing in her chest and her arms at the compression. She looked down and thought with a small smirk of satisfaction, If anything, it is making my tits look really good. The ropes had given her an added “lift” and she was pretty certain there was a slight swelling effect from the pressure too.

She wondered, with a sudden press of her thighs, if her nipples would be more sensitive from it. That thought alone was enough to make heat creep back up the nape of her neck, the relaxed feeling still there but beginning to quicken once more as Kent’s hands diligently finished up the restraints on her arms.

“That’s all— I think,” Kent said and Button half turned back towards him. He was looking at the pictures again to compare his work with them. It wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely damn close to it. Button gave a little wiggle, feeling comfortable and not at all claustrophobic as she had feared.

“Is it okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” Kent asked, and she sat up on her knees and turned around completely as best she could without toppling over.

“It feels good. Not too tight, not too loose,” she gave another experimental wiggle, sitting back down on her legs as she stared down at herself as best she could. The red was very pretty against her skin and the dark black fabric of her lacy undergarments. She felt— quite sexy, to be honest. Which was precisely what she had been hoping for.

Kent had lifted up the book, dark brows furrowed in thought as he continued to read over the words. Button held back a sigh. It looked like she was the only one who thought that way. She never thought he would get this interested in knot-tying, she only wished it was less an academic interest and more an erotic interest.

“I think I missed a decorative part,” Kent said lowly.

“That’s okay, I think it looks good like this. I really like the way it crosses on my chest.”

Kent’s eyes flicked up from the book, “It’s a star harness.”

His eyes did not go back to the book. It seemed as if, for the first time that afternoon, Kent was actually looking at her. Not at the ropes, not at the knots— but at the way they pushed her breasts out fuller… the way she moved, shoulders flexing and arms resisting just a little against the binds.

Something darkened in his expression— and it was the kind of intensity she recognized was entirely separate from concentration. Button felt a whoosh go through her, accompanied by a sharp pleasant pang in her center. She let her eyelids fall, a soft smile inched on her lips.

“How do I look?”

Kent didn’t respond, but the snap of the book closing in his hand was reply enough. He sat up, still in only his boxers (it was only fair if she was mostly naked) and moved over to her, his touch no longer meant to examine his workmanship but to explore it. His fingertips touched across her stomach, rose up and gently he cupped her breast in one hand and let his thumb sweep over the peak.

Button shivered, delighted to find the pressure did make everything more sensitive. One more pass of his thumb was enough to have her nipple pebbled up and hard beneath his touch. The softness of the silk bralette enhancing the sensation more.

“Too tight?” Kent asked, his voice low, silver eyes darkened with the fullness of his blown out pupils.

“No… it’s perfect,” Button whispered, matching his tone, “Kent…”

His eyes flicked up from her body to her own once more.

“You did a good job… now I would very much like you to keep touching me. And then I would very much like you to fuck me.”

If there was another thing to be said about dating Kent Zarneki, he did not need to be told twice.

Kent all but surged forward, captured her in his arms and kissed her senseless. She did not realize what a short reprieve it was meant to be before he carefully laid her out, not on the nearby bed, but right there on the floor. Button arched her back to take the pressure off her folded arms, wondering silently if that was part of the intent behind this harness. She bent her knees, even before Kent had slid his hands beneath them and pulled them apart to fit himself between them.

His palm dragged over her ribs, down her flank and finally smoothed up her thigh. He let his fingertips catch on the hem of her panties, tugging, but not pulling them down. She wiggled again, confounded with the new found situation of not being able to touch him. Kent pressed a kiss on the bared V of skin between her breasts, his tongue following the curve with a gentle swipe. His teeth set gently on the risen swell of her cleavage, replaced in time by a soft suction. She arched into his mouth, sparks shooting across her skin and making her wish his mouth was somewhere more sensitive. As if reading her thoughts, his hand came away from her thigh to cup her breast. He rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, a jolt shocking down her spine as she all but gasped out a moan.

It was easy enough to push the thin fabric aside, exposing her breast to his lips and his teeth, clamped gently around the swollen nub as he tugged and squeezed. Button rolled her hips against him, desperate to rub the hard length that pressed out between his thighs against her apex. Kent, with a faint chuckle, lifted his hips away. Button felt a sobering feeling crash over her of being entirely, completely, at his mercy. If she hadn’t been wet before, she was now, her body instinctively clutching at nothing in anticipation of having him inside her.

“Kent…” she half whined, “Come back…”

He smiled— the sharp, sensuous one she had come to see when he was feeling very confident in himself. And right now, he had every reason to be. She knew she looked a mess, flushed down to her sternum, body hot and writhing just from having her breasts toyed with. She tried to press her thighs together where he had extricated himself, but a firm hand moved between to press them apart.

That same hand then came down with a firm smack on her inner thigh. Button all but keened.

“Keep them open,” Kent ordered, his voice somehow still gentle even still. He settled back to admiring her at his leisure, tugging her bralette open completely. He pressed her breasts together, the rope rough against her skin as he leaned down and nipped at the tops until she was practically begging him to put his mouth on her. He obliged her and licked one nippled into his mouth, tongue rolling over and over it as he gently sucked. Button all but arched right off the god damn floor, a shaker exhale escaping her before he switched and paid the same attention to the other.

He trailed open mouth kisses from her sternum to her throat, his tongue swiped across her pulse point. He hovered above her, braced on his forearms and with a teasing glint in his eyes cocked his head slightly.

“Kiss me,” he said and Button again pressed up from the floor as best she was able— only to have him pull back just out of reach. She whined softly, the denial both frustrating and so damn good.

“No?” He teased and just as she tired and dropped back down he would lean down near again. Button lifted again and silently wished she put more effort into “arm day” in their home gym.

This time though, Kent did not pull away. He sunk into the kiss, let her in turn relax back down beneath him with a contented sigh against his mouth.

“I want to do something. Can I sit you up?”

Button nodded her head, thoughts fuzzy and warm and very very content. Kent helped her sit up and then turn over on her knees. The carpet was mercifully soft, but Button was still relieved to have the pressure off her arms. Kent stood only to take a few pillows off the bed, arranging them in front of where Button kneeled. She watched curiously, until Kent settled behind her once more. He gripped the rope around her arms firmly in one hand, the other rested between her shoulder blades. Button understood where this was going before he spoke a word and with a very enthusiastic sound, let him press her down unto the soft pillows, her cheek turned against them.

The pillows helped support her waist, letting her rest down on the stack of them comfortably with her hips raised in the air. Kent’s hand smoothed over the curve of her ass and Button hummed contently.

“Yes, please,” She all but purred, toes curling when his hand lifted and came back across in a firm smack.

“Good?” He murmured, both hands coming to caress down her thighs and back up as he drew her flush against his pelvis.

“Harder,” Button breathed and felt a sharp thrill go through her stomach as her request was granted. She moaned his name, thrust herself back against him and felt the hardened bulge of his cock press against her.

“Kent… Kent, please.”

Kent hummed, a satisfied sound of approval. Gently, he peeled her panties down to her knees, the fabric keeping her from spreading her legs as wide as she wished to. Even still, she felt exposed— even more so when Kent slid his hands inward and used his thumbs to spread her open, the air cold against her warm, wet center. And then his thumb was inside her, pressed out against her walls as he tugged and worked her open languidly— as if he had all the time in the world to admire the way she trembled and jerked beneath him.

He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his index and middle finger, curling the digits as he sought out the space deep within the apex of her walls that would have her trying to fuck herself back on his hand.

“Stay still… just a little bit longer,” Kent murmured, the gentleness in his tone disguising the order there. Button muffled a groan of utter aroused exasperation into the pillow and tried to ignore the way her thighs were already beginning to tremble.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

God damn him. Button half sobbed with relief when he brushed his thumb up and at last brushed a light, near teasing touch against her clit. His fingers withdrew, leaving her desperately, horribly, empty. But that emptiness did not last long. Button turned her cheek once more and looked over her shoulder just long enough to confirm Kent was pushing down his boxers. The tip of his head kissed against her entrance and once again he pressed her open and apart. He rubbed himself up and down, a question forming and dying on his lips as Button answered before he could even ask.

“Yes— yes. Yesyesyes, please. Kent, please, please—“

The teasing touch was gone. Kent gripped her hips fiercely and brought her back against him with a sharp snap of his own. In one stroke, he seated himself fully inside her, the air punched from him as he moaned half as desperate as she did.

All that control, all that patience snapped as surely as sheers through red rope. Kent was insatiable, relentless. The lewd slap of his hips against her ass nearly as loud as his hand had been. His hands moved from her waist to her arms. The support of his grip let her lift herself up, able to at last use the leverage to grind and push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

It was good— too god damn good and overwhelming and mind numbingly intense. Button silently apologized to any Ment who had the misfortune of being in her brain range right now, because all she could think, all she could broadcast in loud, shattering clarity was the fullness of Kent’s cock inside her. The wet, satisfying pull and push of it. The way that even without him touching her clit she could feel the thick ridge of his head bumping and spurring on an orgasm that was building from the soft, sensitive spot right before her cervix. How when he thrust forward just right he would bump against it, the ache and the pleasure all mixed up until it was all she could think of.

Kent let out a ragged, harsh breath and Button felt the slick, warm wetness of his release flood inside her. She was so close, so close—

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, half out of her mind with that need to push just a little further. Her voice was a needy whimper as she quickened her own pace, chasing that prickling, itching sensation that was still growing steadily more intense inside her.

“Don’t stop, don't stop—!“

She’d get her wish. Kent let her fall gently back forward, his hand between her thighs, fingertips pressed against there clit as he rubbed— one, two, three firm circles and then she was gone. Her entire body seized with the intensity of her orgasm, her walls clutching, positively milking Kent for all he was worth— for all she was worth. He crumpled forward, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, curled over her as he panted, breathless and spent. A long, low moan choked from Kent’s throat as he rooted himself as deeply as he could. He rocked against her gently, riding out the final waves of his own release in the firm pull of the spasms that still rocked through her core.

The come down was hard. Both gasping in lungfuls of air as the sweat that had beaded on their skin slid and mingled together where they met. Without the endorphins rushing through her, Button noted her arms felt stiff. The rush was keeping her from caring too much about how the rope had begun to scrape and irritate her skin, too boneless and exhausted to do more than wiggle her hips back and forth, still enjoying the sensation of being full of Kent.

The come down also meant she got to feel that rush. That all consuming feeling of utter adoration and impossible heart-breaking completelness she felt in his arms. She all but cooed her contentment.

But in the end, someone had to start thinking rationally again, and thankfully for her it was Kent who finally pushed himself up, fumbled for the sheers and with little ceremony, cut her free. He could have taken the time to untie her to save the rope— but honestly, Button was grateful for the expediency. The cord had left patterns indented into her skin, patterns Kent gently rubbed the moment her arms were free.

Button collapsed unto the pillows, chest still half heaving as she stared, dazed up at him. When Kent’s grey eyes finally met hers, she gifted him with a bright, wild smile.

“… that was so fucking fun.”

It took only a moment for him to return it, wide enough that his two crooked bottom teeth showed. Kent didn’t need to say anything. The way he bonelessly tipped over and came to lay beside her said it all. They were both a mess— his pelvis slick and covered with her release just as his own was beginning to slip out from inside her— but Button couldn’t find a single fuck to give about it.

Kent gently lifted her arm up, eyeing the marks around her wrists. He brought her arm down then and kissed them.

“Didn’t hurt?”

“Not at all,” Button mumbled back, turning to nestle against his side, not caring he was sticky and hot as she was.

“Not in a bad way, I mean,” she said, feeling giddy and light. Kent’s breathing had begun to even out, but his pulse continued to hammer beneath his flushed skin.

“So…” Button trailed, lifting herself up to rest on her arms even as her body ached in protest. It was a good ache, the kind of deep seated one that made her content for days.

“… did you like it?”

Kent huffed out an incredulous laugh.

“Yes.”

Whatever doubts Button might have had about Kent being into this shibari thing? Definitely gone. She pecked a gentle kiss against his lips, happy to have him pliant and melting beneath her for once as she did so.

The shower that followed would be heavenly. But for now, she pressed against his side, an easy breath exhaling from her chest when he trailed his fingertips up and down her shoulder with gentle tenderness.

#nsft #mind blind fanfic #kent zarneki x button #kent zarneki x f!button #mind blind cog #THIS IS SO SHAMELESS #IS ANYONE EVEN IC? I JUST WANTED TO WRITE SMUT OK #TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT SJFNSJNFJ #lemon #minors dni #oc; eisley wiseman #the idea was entirely inspired by the fact i thought if kent tried shibari he would get way too into making it look perfect #and need a minute to go 'oh wait this is sexy'#the title ofc is from talking body by tove lo #there is no artistry here folks #it is pure smut

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powerbottomblake · 3 months

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laios: I'm gonna survive through my trek down the dungeon to save my sister by indulging in my violently intense interest of eating monsters I'm sure that will garner me no enemies whatsoever

laios 10 minutes later after failing 13 social quick time events in quick succession:

#dungeon meshi #it's so funny how laios is ON SIGHT for so many people #they hated my boy for his autistic swag and his absolute shamelessness when it comes to voring monsters

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dzasta15 · 5 months

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literally going insane

#batman #dc fanart #bruce wayne #dc comics #superman #clark kent #superbat #jiujitsu has so much thigh work.#whenever i watch btas im just like hooo hoooooooooooo thighs #also shameless plug my comms are open #this counts as a doodle #d-art

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milkovichrules · 8 months

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true love

#mickey milkovich #gallavich #ian x mickey #shameless #shameless edit #I was gonna do the dom top daddy one as a bonus but I restrained myself lmao #also idk what it is but the yo ian one is so important to me #this is what I do now to procrastinate writing I guess #cool cool cool #*

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galaxysgal · 6 months

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𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader

summary: just lip being a cute bf + debbie and ian being little shits

warnings: lowercase on purpose. poorly written tbh. swearing but y’all know how it is. heavily unedited. gen said yolo so i’m posting

A/N: i’ve been on hiatus for god knows how long but my roommate and i started watching shameless and i can’t get this mfer out of my head. things w school and life are hard rn so i just wrote this comfy cozy little thing in my notes app. yolo asf.

wordcount: probably like 500 or less idk i wrote it in my notes app at 1am

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you’re nestled in lip’s arms, high up on his rickety top bunk. somewhere between finishing your nails and kissing until you could barely breathe, you had fallen asleep right against his chest.

you stirred now, your cozy world interrupted a squeaky little voice. “are you in love with her?” debbie questions.

lip shushes his sister, “be quiet, she’s sleeping.”

you were wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move and make that little fact known. plus, you wanted to hear his answer.

“i asked you a question dummy. are you in love with her?”

lip stutters, “i-i dunno. i really like her, okay?”

you’re satisfied with that answer. “in love” was a little too much too quick. but “really like” was something that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“what d’ya like about her?” ian presses.

you can practically hear the gears turning in lip’s head as his siblings impatiently await a response.

“she’s- i dunno, she’s pretty?” lip replies. you hold back a scowl, annoyed at him for not having a better answer.

“yeah, great rack,” debbie comments.

“jesus, deb!” lip’s head falls back in frustration, one hand coming to cradle your head as not to wake you with the sudden motion.

“cut the shit lip,” ian interrupts. “tell us what you really think.”

you hold your breath as you wait for his response. his lips brush your hairline before he sighs. “she’s sweet, yeah? real kind.”

“a real woman of the people,” ian snorts, “princess diana type.” then “ow!” as you hear debbie shove him.

“and- and she’s real smart, too,” lip continues. “really, really fuckin’ smart. an’ she works hard. she just tires herself out sometimes.”

he strokes your hair gently, pressing a few more fleeting kisses to your forehead.

“you’re so whipped.”

you hear debbie shove her brother again, and this time ian fights back, the two making a ruckus as they push each other back and forth.

“come on guys, out. now.” lip orders his siblings around with that same stern voice you’ve heard plenty of times before.

debbie pouts. “but-“

“no buts. go on, she’s fuckin’ sleepin’ in here an’ you’re gonna wake her up. fuck off.”

“we were just-“

“fuck. off.”

“jesus,” you can practically hear ian roll his eyes. “alright, alright. we’re going.”

debbie yells for fiona as the two shuffle out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind them.

you smirk to yourself as lip groans above you, showing your cards. “you’re awake?”

you peer up at him through your lashes, a smirk planted on your lips that he’s just dying to kiss off. “can’t believe your little sister said i have a great rack,” you whisper.

lip laughs, loud and genuine. “yeah, she’s been stuffing fi’s old training bras. growin’ up an’ shit. i don’t like it.”

you’re quiet for a moment, admiring him. you know how important those kids are to him. he’d do just about anything for them, including the minor crimes you find him tangled up in on a weekly basis. he loves them like they’re his own kids, which honestly they kind of are. they may shove each other around, curse each other out, yell and scream at the top of their lungs, but at the end of the day lip has been more of a father to his siblings than frank ever was.

“you really meant all that?” you ask.

lip looks down at you, his blue eyes soft in the dim light. “yeah. yeah, i did. meant every word.”

you smile, leaning up to place a solid kiss on his lips. “for what it’s worth,” you murmur, “i really like you too.”

#shameless #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher x y/n #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher #shameless fanfiction #idek how to tag anymore i’ve lost my tumblr interface memory and abilities #sos.#mags writes

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markscherz · 2 months

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Happy World Frog Day! 🐸

I hate to make this a commercialised holiday, but you may be interested to know that I sell some frog-related merch on RedBubble, including the poster shown above, stickers, and other fun stuff like an awesome froggy shower curtain! I have one at home, and it’s excellent. Profits go towards supporting your local frog scientist.

#world frog day #frog #frogs #amphibians #shameless self promotion #sorry about that #I am terrible at advertising the things I sell #because I hate ads with a passion #but I think some of you might genuinely like to own some of these things #so here we are

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mickeygifs · 3 months

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#shameless #shamelessedit #gallavich #gallavichedit #ian x mickey #s11 #11.12 #ian #being in love is so embarrassing definitely don't want that to happen to me someday ...

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greykolla-art · 2 months

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Haha! I tricked you into seeing my original comic characters!😈

(not MY oc's per say, my friend made them im just drawing the comic. They're like my foster children.)

I had to re-remember how to draw these guys cause I've thinking about Hazbin and other stuff instead.

But then got absolutely decked in the head by the realization that Vernilat looks WAY too much like Alastor!😂😂😂

Insane, it's a pure coincidence too!

#grey art #original comic #original characters #hazbin hotel #alastor #graphic novel #man i nedd to get back to it #im on page 105 of 160 im so close to bring done!#😂#shameless promotion

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fluloa · 1 year

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WET | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 1]

“Again.”

You grunt, arms tired and soar, and you feel like crying. Sometimes— no, all the time, you wished that anyone else was your teacher instead of Jake. Who cares if he was once a human as well? He hasn't been one in years and if you were honest, he's more harsher than the actual natives. You've heard that when he was a younger na'vi, he was a bit of a troublemaker. Which is why you're so confused as to why he always has a stick up his fucking ass with you.

Some of your braids fall in front of your face as you look down, shoulders sinking, "But—"

"No buts," Jake sterns, gripping at your forearm and shoving it upwards to which you whine at, "arms up."

With a whimper, you stretch out the bow, back twinging in pain as the dips of your fingers sting. Jake moves, eyeing you from a different angle before gliding behind you. He surprises you when he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you yelp out. His grip is hard.

"Your back needs to be straight like this." He teaches, demonstrating your now straightened back that is pushed up against his torso. "Not hunched over like this," he pushes your shoulder forward, setting your back into the position you were before.

The thing was, Jake had a very physical type of communication. Something that annoyed you and gave you a shameful amount of pleasure at the same time.

"Otherwise, the strength in your pullback is weakened." He steps back with a click of his tongue, "thought you already learned that, girl."

That nickname again. God, you didn't know why, but it did something to you. Made something swirl hot in the pit of your stomach. Just the deep husk of his voice brewing out the word—

You blink, a quick shake of your head and a flick of your tail and you can feel his gaze burn into your head.

"What is it?"

You turn to him, analysing the look on his face and it's something that you can't put your finger on. You hope it isn't disappointment. You clear your throat, "what is what?"

His eyebrows crease together into a frown before they raise against his forehead. "You're unfocused. Distracted. Like you've got something on your mind."

"I don't," you say, scratching an itchy place on your arm as you try your best to keep your face plain.

"You do. Spit it out," he demands, folding his arms and you can't help but let your eyes flicker to the thick bulge of them. He catches the motion. His eyebrows raise again, but this time it's for a different reason. He circles you again, but this time, it's for a different reason. "You look flustered," he comments, and you swear you see the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

"I'm not," you rush, eyes widened and heart picking up a hundred times pace.

Jake stops behind you again, tilting his head as you eye him from the side. The warmth of his breath fans against your neck. "You are." He whispers, his tone low and it sends goosebumps through your body. "What? You need a release?"

He says it so casually that it makes you almost choke on your own spit.

"I don't understand, sir." You feel heat rise to your cheeks, head spinning as you try and contemplate what he had just said.

"Not that much to understand. A release is a release." He shrugs, "Not that hard to give it to you. Just gotta tell me if you want it."

Your body is hot. Like, really hot. You feel like you'll explode in any second, and you're not sure if it's in a good or a bad way. You finally meekly turn your head around to see him staring down at you, his eyes relaxed with his jaw set loose. It's intimidating. He really thinks this is normal. You let your eyes slip, flicking to the sweet curve of his lips and that's when he knows.

He pushes you to the closest tree with his hand gripped at your upper arm, and it’s like you’re entranced to just let him do it. Your back hits the tree, its rough bark spiking your skin. You feel the urge to sink your head down into its trunk when Jake leans over, scooping his fingers under your hair and cupping your neck. He pulls you up, sealing his lips to yours and you’re almost rising on your toes from his grip. His other hand glides to support the side of your thigh, fingers rough as they dig into the plush of your skin and never relax. His lips are smooth, melting against yours when he slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s the opposite of chaste as he molds you with the skilful flick of his tongue, holding the back of your head with a heavy hand and beginning to rub gentle circles with his fingers on your thigh.

It’s enough to have the hot swirl spend in your stomach, enough to have you panting and wanting more. Your hands finally pick up enough courage to place them on his shoulders, not without the jitter of your fingers and you can feel a quiet scoff come from him. Dickhead. He probably thinks this is some kind of game, that you’re just a little piece of entertainment for him to end the day. Your thoughts crumble when he suddenly pushes your thigh up, jutting you against him as he wraps your leg around his waist.

His hand finds your lower stomach, resting there for a moment as his fingers curl against your small pouch. Then, his hand slips down, catches onto the mangy material of your loincloth, and he finally breaks your mouth from his. A string of saliva thins and sticks to the bottom of your lip, your chest rising quickly and your breath uneven.

He wipes it for you with the flat of his thumb, then dips it into his own mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat between your thighs begin to moisture. With his eyes still on you, his fingers dive, picking up the front of your loincloth and flipping it to sit at your thigh. Your connected gaze breaks when his eyes flicker to your lower body, a glimpse of his eyes twitching wide for a second and you feel a wave of embarrassment creep over you.

“Fuck, isn’t that a pretty little sight.” He mutters, then looking at your loin cloth, then back up to you. “Take it off.”

You lay there for a second, heart racing and cheeks warm. He snaps you into action when his head tilts, an action you’ve come to learn as ‘did you not just hear what I said or do I have to make you hear it?’

Finally, the loincloth falls loose, sliding down your hips and onto the ground. Immediately, his thumb is on your clit, circling the bud teasingly and painfully slow. His other hand holds your hip, keeping you comfy in between the tree and himself. He watches you with curious eyes, catching the way your breath hitches and the way your lips fall split.

Two fingers lather down your split, feathering at your folds and experimentally teasing around your entrance. “You always get this wet?” He breathily asks, and you can’t tell if the question is out of proper impressment or just plain teasing. When he doesn’t see you answering, his fingers at your jaw, a lean in with his head. His lips are a centimetre away from yours as he frowns, “I asked you a question.”

You gulp, and a whine breaks from your throat when he presses down onto your clit. “I don’t know…”

He pinches your clit. You jump in his grasp. “Fi—Fine! No.”

He gives a slow kiss to the dip of your neck, flicking at your clit lazily and it makes your thighs fucking tremble. His middle and ring fingers ghost over your pulsing entrance, and you wonder why this man is such a tease. “Tell me you want it,” he mumbles.

His teeth sneak past his lips to nip at your skin, pulling on it gently with his tongue sponging out as well. You knew a hickey was on its way.

“Come on, I want to hear it.” Jake encourages, a hard roll to your clit that has your eyes rolling back with it. He bites down into your neck, a gasp flying from you when you feel his fangs dig into your skin. “Don’t make me force it outta ya,” he warns, the dark edge to his voice dampening his fingers with your running slick.

“Yes, I… I want it,” you whisper. The girth of his two middle fingers slip into your cunt smooth and you can’t help but groan. You stretch out and around him, and a small smile twitches across Jake’s face.

He whistles low and quiet, “Look at the way you suck me in,” he almost says to himself, eyeing the way his blue fingers dissolve into you. He starts moving them in and out gently, to which you gasp loud at. A quiet, taunting laugh is heard from above you. “That’s right.”

His fingers are long and thick, and you can feel the many callouses imprinted on them as they drag along your walls. The moment of gentle is gone when Jake picks up the pace, digging his thumb into your clit. Your back arches, hands digging into his shoulders before falling to the muscle of his arms.

The speed becomes into a ferocious one. It’s rough and unforgiving, like he’s trying to reach deep inside of you and pull something out. The hand on your hip shifts, to speed past your top and press down hard onto your right boob. He squeezes it, rolling the nipple in between the gap of his two fingers. Your breathing gets stuck inside your throat as you choke out a whimper. “Jake—“

“Quit whining.” Jake snaps, then a quick pinch to your nipple. “Take it.”

His fingers curl inside of you, make your body jolt and a hot lick of fire whip through your belly. His palm replaces his thumb on your clit, the length of his fingers jammed full into your cunt as the tough layer of skin of his palm rubs against it. Your hips jerk against him, the grip on his arms tight like if you let go, you'll die.

You let out a tiny moan, and Jake grips at your jaw again, his finger playing at the bottom of your lip before pulling it open, having your mouth in an O shape. "Don't hold back on those noises now, girl."

The band in your stomach tightens, a hard pull to your body and your head slumps against the tree. You can feel its tiny flecks of wood dig into your scalp, but you don't care because all you can focus on is Jake's fingers, moving in and out of you in such a pace, you could catch fire. Now you understand what he's trying to pull out of you, and it's not in a nice way. The release. Like once he gets his hands on it, he'll rip it out.

And he does. You feel your vision fall blurry when your orgasm, the release, crashes through you, rocking your body hard. You cry out, voice cracking into pieces. His fingers keep working up into you, helping you through your high as you regain sensibility. Everything is silent, except for your ragged breathing. You finally blink up at him. He blinks down at you. He pulls his fingers leisurely out of you, the cool of the night's air hitting your bare cunt. He looks down at his soaked fingers before dipping them into his mouth, tongue flatting against them and sucking them clean. You can't read his face.

He puts you back down onto the ground, your knees wobbly and you'd fall over if it weren't for the tree pressed up against your back at the moment. Jake's eyebrows raise slightly.

"Better?" He asks, and before you can respond he's walking away, the leaves underneath his feet making a crushing noise. You're left with only your timid breath, as your loincloth lays messy around your toes.

here’s part two bc yall were THIRSTY. ur welcome alien fuckers💙

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