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ursa-tan · 9 months

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Can I have a request for a wally darling x reader where the reader "captures" wally as the villain of the show and has a bit of a dom kink? This is for playfellowxxx and I am 18 years old. Is this ok to request?

You’re mine

Wally Darling x Fem!Villain!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Word count: 3,312 Reading time: ~12 mins

Part 1, Part 2

TW: None

A/N: Honestly this was the first proper request I've gotten and I got really excited to write it! I hope you like it anon! Also, the reader is approximately 6ft tall, just so everyone knows :) Also, I'm really sorry this took so long to put out, have had a lot of stuff going on in my personal life.

Wally awakens, dizzy and almost completely disorientated – just because he can’t sleep doesn’t mean he can’t be knocked out. The world around him seems to spin for a moment as he attempts to orient himself in the darkness. He tries to move his limbs yet finds himself almost unable to move, bar lightly wiggling his body. Soon, Wally comes to realise that his hands are bound behind his back, to the back of a chair. His legs are also bound, rope wrapped around his ankles to hold them together and to hold them to the chair as well.

The room is dark, murky, almost pitch black if it weren’t for the small beam of light piercing through the side of a blind and streaming into the room. It’s just enough to let Wally see what’s happening around him. The room is still around him, not much happening apart from the wind whistling gently through what he can only assume is an open window tucked behind the blind. There are boxes stacked up around the room, pushed to the edges to make way for a desk. The room itself is small, seemingly more of a storage room than anything else.

His concentration on the room is broken when a door opens from somewhere behind him. The sound of the door closing is joined by the clicking of hard bottomed shoes against the wooden floor. He feels fear course through him for a second, jolting him forwards slightly when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

“Wally, Darling,” a soft, feminine voice rings out from behind him. Wally already knows exactly who it belongs to. Its full of a sickening joy that causes a pit to open itself up in Wally’s stomach.

“(Y/n),” Wally growls, immediately becoming defensive. The presence of this puppet causes his skin to prickle, making him feel as if his hair is standing on end. “What do you want?” His voice is uncharacteristically sharp and cold, holding a malice that he reserves for when it’s just him and (Y/n).

“Oh, nothing much…” She walks round to his front, crouching down to find herself eye level with the significantly smaller puppet. Wally stares into her eyes, its one of the few times he’s able to do so. “Just thought you looked especially adorable the other day, couldn’t help but want to snatch you up.” Her voice is playful and flirtatious, it doesn’t match the situation in the slightest.

“You just like causing problems, (Y/n).” Wally can’t help but say her name again, something about it feels good in his mouth, feels like its supposed to sit on his lips.

“Ah, maybe I do, but you love me for it,” She chuckles lightly, standing back up and patting his thigh as she does so. The sudden contact makes him shudder, causing his body to jump – practically pressing himself into her palm. It causes her to freeze, only for a moment, leaning down to stare into Wally’s eyes again.

“Do you like that, Darling?” His last name drips from her lips just like it did before, yet this time it sounds so different. Its sticky and sweet and causes his head to spin slightly.

Wally goes to speak, to say something, but the hand on his thigh halts his voice entirely. He’s not entirely sure why, but he can’t think clearly. The hand on his thigh squeezes lightly, a pressure that causes him to shudder. He wants to lean into it, his mind fogging with something he isn’t quite sue of.

“I need to hear a yes Wally, or I’m going to take my hand away.” Her voice pulls him out of his seeming trance, his head snapping upwards. He stares at her, eyes meeting with a desperation that he didn’t know he could feel.

“Yes,” Wally whispers, pupils blowing wide as he stares.

“Good boy,” She chuckles, voice dripping with that same sticky sweetness from before. Her hand squeezes again, trailing up his thigh and towards his hip. It rests there for a moment before trailing back down to his thigh. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself there”

Wally can’t find it in himself to answer, only staring into (Y/n)’s eyes, vision slightly unfocused. He doesn’t understand why his head is so foggy, but he does know that he wants more of her touch. As a result, he does his best to push his thigh up into her hand.

“Oh, you really do seem to be enjoying yourself,” The smile in her voice is obvious, “I’m going to untie you now, ok? But you have to promise not to try and run.” She seems to have an idea that he can’t think of at all.

Wally just nods, the prospect of being untied doesn’t properly occur in his mind, the idea of escape a million miles away at this very second. He feels her fingers trail down his leg, the other hand joining to untie the rope binding his ankles together. It takes her a few moments of tugging before the rope comes undone, becoming slack and falling to the floor in loose rings. Wally takes a moment to part his legs, stretching them out before returning them to their previous position.

“Good boy, you’re so good for me,” she hums, both hands returning to his thighs, giving them both a squeeze. Her hands are so big, Wally’s sure that she could wrap her hand entirely around his thigh if she wanted to. He wants her to, at least. The words make Wally feel like he’s melting, becoming absolute putty in (Y/n)’s hands.

He melts more when (Y/n) moves behind him, hands coming to his bound wrists and starting to undo them. She’s much softer this time, fingers brushing the bare skin of his wrists as she undoes the ropes. After a few seconds, Wally feels the rope unravel and drop to the floor, yet he doesn’t move. Not even as (Y/n)’s hands begin to trail up his arms, eventually coming to rest on his shoulders, lightly brushing his neck. She stays there for a moment, gently kneading his shoulders, holding him like he’s made of glass. Then, suddenly, her hands are on his face, forcing it backwards so she can stare into his eyes.

“Hi, sweet thing,” she hums, her hands gripping his face rather harshly, forcing him to stay still. She could’ve let go as soon as she tilted his head back, however, Wally wasn’t going to attempt moving. “You look so pretty like this, pupils blown all wide.” She eases up her grip, now stroking his face.

Wally lets out a short sound, something next to a whimper. He can’t tear his eyes away form (Y/n)’s. Her eyes seem to sparkle with something that only serves to draw him in. Like the lore of an anglerfish, he was walking straight into the jaws of danger, yet he couldn’t look away.

(Y/n) tilts his head forwards again, so that she can lean forwards and place her hands on his thighs. They begin to move, one trailing up and under his jumper, under his shirt, splaying across his stomach. Her finger are so warm as they press against Wally’s bare skin. The warmth from her hands bubbled up through his body until it forces a short, soft moan from his lips.

Wally, unable to look into (Y/n)’s eyes from this angle, decides he doesn’t need to keep his eyes open and so let himself relax into the sensations. Eyes fluttering shut, Wally presses himself against her hands, one of his own reaching up to hold onto her bicep. He continues to let out soft moans as (Y/n)’s hands reach up and towards his chest, dancing her fingers delicately across his skin. He finds himself completely unable to focus on anything but the hand on his chest. Until, that is, (Y/n)’s other hand moves to his inner thigh.

It rests rather high up, nearly brushing against his clothed crotch, snapping him out of his earlier fog. The sensation causes Wally to gasp, attempting to buck his hips into her hand without even thinking – its nothing but an involuntary action. He’s desperate for her touch.

(Y/n) chuckles, it’s a sick, sardonic sound that Wally still loves none the less. In fact, he wants to hear it more. More of her voice, more of her. She pulls her hands from his body at the same time, an action that makes him whimper and squirm; but he doesn’t move, he wouldn’t dare.

Footsteps ring out once again as (Y/n) walks round and stops in front of the smaller puppet, crouching down at an attempt to be eye level with him. It doesn’t work, however, as she ends up about chest height, looking up into his blown-out pupils.

“Hey, pretty thing,” She hums, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You enjoying yourself?” Everything about her feels like a trap, yet Wally can’t help but lean in. If he gets snatched up and captured, its worth it, as long as it’s her.

“Yes,” Wally murmurs, eyes half lidded as he leans into her palm. He reaches up, one hand coming to rest on top of hers while the other holds her wrist. “Yes… So much…”

“My good boy.” She smirks as she speaks, her voice flirty and now dripping with lust. (Y/n) pulls her hand away as she stands up, and Wally can’t help but reach out for her as she moves away. He’s desperate to have her back against his skin.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not leaving,” She bends over, now actually being eye level with him, “get up for me, will you doll?”

Wally nods, scrambling to get himself out of the chair. (Y/n) has to take a step back as he hurries to stand so he doesn’t knock his head against hers. As soon as he’s on his feet, Wally is standing as tall as he can in front of her – something drives him to try and impress her.

“Oh baby, relax,” Her voice is sugar coated as she leans in, beginning to unbutton his cardigan. “There’s no need to be so tense.” She pulls his cardigan off, throwing it somewhere behind him. Part of him hopes it landed on the chair he had been sat on, he didn’t want it to get dirty, yet he also didn’t care.

His shirt came off next, being given the same treatment as his cardigan. Wally ignores the sound of it hitting the floor in favour of reaching up to start undoing his ascot. However, he doesn’t get far before (Y/n)’s hands are on his, pulling them away from his neck.

“Oh no you don’t,” she hums, holding his hands to her chest, cupping them near her collar bones, “that looks so cute on you, I want you to keep it on.”

“Ok…” Wally’s voice comes out as delicate whisper. His hands feel so small in hers, so warm and completely encapsulated.

“Good boy,” She mumbles, dropping his hands and gripping his hips instead and tugging him forwards. Her hands quickly begin work on the button on his trousers, popping it with one hand and using the other to undo the zip. (Y/n) has his trousers on the floor in seconds.

“Actually…” (Y/n) pauses for a second before reaching up, leaving Wally’s painfully hard and still in his boxers. Her hands come back to his ascot and tug at it, pulling it off. The red silk glistens lightly in the soft glow from the sun, laying in her hands.

“Eyes or hands?” She asks, suddenly making eye contact with Wally. He finds himself unable to answer, only able to stare into the perfection that is (Y/n)’s eyes.

“Wally, I’m only going to ask once more. Eyes or hands?” She snaps her fingers in front of his face, brining him back to reality far to fast for his liking.

“Eyes?” Wally mumbles, hesitating a moment before speaking. He’s unsure of what she means, and despite everything that she’d done in the past, he trusts her.

(Y/n) doesn’t answer, only reaching with the ascot in her hands. He isn’t given a chance to react before the red silk is being wrapped round his eyes, obscuring his vision entirely. Wally finds himself deprived of his favourite sense, the one he treasures more than anything else in the world – it should scare him… and yet it doesn’t.

(Y/n)’s hands are back on his hips within seconds of his eyes being covered, this time tugging at the waist band of his boxers. They’re pulled down to around his mid-thigh, freeing his erection and causing him to gasp in both shock and relief. Wally can feel her hands on his thighs, still holding the fabric of his underwear. Although that doesn’t last long, as she tugs them the rest of the way down, leaving them pooled around his ankles much like his trousers.

“Step forwards baby,” She says, holding his hips and guiding him as he takes a step. He’s now completely nude, exposed to her and unable to see anything. His heart is racing yet he wouldn’t change a single thing about what’s going on.

The smaller puppet lets out a yelp as he feels his feet leave the floor. Although he doesn’t flail or worry, as (Y/n)’s hands on his hips hold him steady. He can feel her shifting, but doesn’t know what’s going on until the underneath of his thighs meet her shoulders. He can feel her hair tickling his inner thighs, the wispy strands painting feather soft patterns into the soft, sensitive flesh.

Suddenly, the flat of her tongue is pressing against the underside of his cock. Its warm and wet and has him bucking his hips upwards blindly. He feels (Y/n)’s hands slide up his back, supporting him and holding him against her. Wally leans back into her warm palms for a moment, relaxing just for a second. It is only a second thought, her tongue is back on him, sliding from the base of the shaft to half way up before pulling away and repeating the pattern.

“(Y/n)…” Wally mumbles. This time, its his turn for his voice to drip with lust thick as honey. He reaches down, fingers fumbling to intertwine themself with her hair. Struggling for a moment, Wally finally gets his hands comfortably in her hair, holding the back of her head for support. He defiantly needs it as (Y/n) pulls away, adjusting her head to slip the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Wally bucks his hips forwards, desperate to feel the warmth of her lips around the base of his cock. He partially expects (Y/n) to pull her head away, to scold him for the action – but she doesn’t. Instead, she pushes her head forwards, taking his entire length in one go. It happens so fast that Wally feels himself hit the back of her throat. (Y/n) doesn’t gag.

The warm wetness of her tongue begins to lap at the underside of his cock once more. It’s a sensation that has Wally letting out moans, sounds that bubble up from his chest and spill past his lip. They’re completely uncontrolled sounds, slipping past his lips in the same way foam bubbles out of a soda bottle.

Wally can already feel himself reaching an end. Something about the way she moved, the way she treated him, was driving him towards an edge much faster than he would like to admit. It doesn’t help that he can’t see, that he’s been deprived of his most vital sense.

“(Y/n)-“ he rasps, gripping her hair and tensing his thighs to squish her head slightly. He feels his stomach muscles tense up, causing him to curl forward, around her head.

The taller puppet only hums in response, starting to bob her head. Deliciously slick sounds fill the room. (Y/n)’s hands pressing into Wally’s back to pull him closer, keeping him in place as her tong laves at his shaft. She doesn’t stop her movements or change her pace, continuing to bob her head slightly and swirl her tongue at the pace she had already set.

“I’m- I’m- (Y/n)- I’m-“ Wally can’t splutter out much more than the first word of the sentence that he’s desperately trying to string together. (Y/n)’s pace is driving his towards an edge that he doesn’t want to fall off of – if he does, this ends. Wally is desperate for it not to end.

His hands don’t move from their spot, finding a perfect purchase scrunched up in her hair, holding the back of his head. His hips, however, begin to falter and buck forwards as if they have a mind of their own. Both his body and mind are senselessly chasing pleasure, but only his body wants to reach the finale. And it does.

Wally tenses up fully as he finally reaches his peak, thighs clenching around (Y/n)’s head. His arms pull in tight, hips pushing forwards as he desperately tries to push himself as far down (Y/n)’s throat as possible. He manages to push until he’s hitting the back of her throat, his tip touching the soft warmth in a way that has his whimpering and pleading for more.

The smaller puppet finally spills himself into her mouth, painting her throat white and filling her mouth with a slightly bitter taste. (Y/n) doesn’t recoil though, instead swirling her tongue around his length and continuing to bob her head to the best of her abilities. Wally feels like she’s trying to pull out everything he’s got.

“A-Ah!” he yelps, the sensation suddenly becoming entirely too much. Wally is whimpering, trying to pull away, wordlessly pleading for her to stop.

Eventually, (Y/n) does, pulling away from him and letting him fall from her saliva coated lips. She keeps Wally sat on her shoulders, looking up at him through thick eyelashes, eyes sparkling with mischief in what little light there is in the room.

“Too much baby?~” She purrs, voice still filled with lust.

Wally can only nod, letting out another pathetic sound as he does.

“Oh, you poor thing… Come here,” She mumbles, shifting his position until he’s got his legs wrapped around her waist. Her tone is so much softer now, as is her touch, as she comes to gently cradle his shaking body against hers. She holds him so easily, her much larger hands supporting under his ass and against his back.

“Would you like a bath darling?” (Y/n)’s voice is right next to his ear as she speaks. It’s accompanied by feather light kisses full of love. Her hands are so warm, radiating outwards and into him in a way that almost has him falling asleep where he is. Wally shakes his head. All he wants now is to curl up and sleep.

“Ok then,” she pauses again to kiss the top of his head, something she can do now thanks to his pompadour falling apart, “What about something to eat? Or drink?” Her questions are so gentle, they don’t really need answers.

Wally shakes his head once again, burying his face in (Y/n)’s neck. Her skin is so soft, he can’t help but relax against her. Although that relaxing is interrupted for a moment when (Y/n) pulls the ascot free from his eyes, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Its most likely piles up with the rest of his discarded clothes.

She continues to hold him tight against her body as she walks. Wally is far too drowsy to pay attention to where they’re going. But he takes not of it - a few short steps and a turn to the left.

Suddenly, (Y/n) is shifting the blue haired puppet. He’s sitting in her lap, partially straddling her thighs with his head resting against her chest. (Y/n) in mostly laying down, hands resting on Wally’s back, providing a pleasing weight.

(Y/n) doesn’t say anything as she begins to stroke Wally’s hair, placing many short kisses on top of his head. He can slowly feel his grip on consciousness loosening. He knows he isn’t going to fall asleep, but he’s not going to be awake anymore.

“I’ve got you, baby,” (Y/n) mumbles. It’s the last thing Wally hears before the world slips away from him.

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maneskinwh0re · 22 days

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“you want me to break you.” ~ fem loki laufeyson x fem reader

one shot, smut, 18+

this is porn with a plot. freak level 100. 3.4k words. yes, i’m ovulating. cw: 18+ dom!loki, fem!loki, loki x reader, begging, edging, teasing, embarrassment k!nk, knife play, cuffs, blood, praise, degradation, punishment kink, semi-public sex

read at your own risk babes. first time writing smut and my hormones did not hold back !! idk if i like this or not lol but i have more in the works xo

“tear you apart” by ‘she wants revenge’ while you read >:)

cred to loki concept artists - got these pics from insta and pinterest like a year ago

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location: asgard

you pace the golden palace halls as you wait for thor and the warrior’s three to return. it’s been a few hours now, and your mission is only a simple weapons transfer across realms. once everything is in order, you plan to return to midgard, aka earth, and assist the avengers in whatever is next on the heroes’ roster. the sun has set and multiple asgardian moons are shining bright lights across the galaxy’s sky.

the sound of light steps echo the hallway as you walk, until you decide to lean against one of the wide, golden pillars that reach up to the high ceiling. with a heavy sigh, you close your eyes for a moment, wondering how much longer thor is going to take in the council meeting. when you open your eyes, thor’s sibling is staring at you only a few yards away, leaning on an opposing pillar. your startled gasp made her smirk, her emerald green eyes never leaving yours.

loki has heard stories of the midgardian avenger, often by eavesdropping on thor’s babbles of his “heroic adventures.” and you’ve heard stories of her, but often spoke with negative qualities through tony stark’s gritted teeth. you have never seen the goddess in person. her dark hair falls on her shoulders and a dark green corset hugs her hourglass figure. she wears black pants and tall black boots that reach her thighs. a fluffy, light-gray coat drapes over her while the tall horns on her golden helmet curve upward. she definitely looks like a goddess, but you internally curse yourself for the thoughts you have of the villain.

she slowly toys with a dagger in one of her slender hands until she finally speaks.“hello, mortal,” her voice is smooth, fit for a princess.

“loki,” you nod, crossing your arms over your chest. you know you shouldn’t be conversing with her. hopefully she’ll leave you alone if you ignore her gaze long enough.

loki sees your ignorance to be a challenge, of course, so she walks closer. “may i ask what you’re doing in asgard?” her tone is sweet as she raises an eyebrow curiously.

you inhale slowly as you think of a response. how much does she know?how much should she know? you assume not much and that you should keep it that way.

keeping it vague, you reply, “um, well…i’m here for a mission, under the avengers initiative.”

loki smiles sweetly as she stops in front of you. “mission? avengers initiative? oh my, how cute.”

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach over loki’s closeness. “it’s classified.”

“classified?” loki hums, looking down at you. “do you wish to tell me more? i’m very curious, y/n. just between the both of us, of course…” she leans closer, putting the dagger she was playing with in her thigh holster in order to give you her undivided attention.

“i’m terribly sorry, your majesty,” you reply in a sarcastic tone, smoothing out the fabric of your black training suit. “but i’m afraid i cannot disclose any more information.” you straighten your posture against the pillar and find some enjoyment as you tease loki. “not unless i could get…something in return.”

she thinks to herself with a smirk, then raises an eyebrow. “ah, something in return? what is this something that you expect me to give you, mortal?”

“again,” you whisper, looking her up and down. “classified.”

“you know, mortal, it’s really unfair if you don’t tell me anything whilst i’m standing here with such curiosity. i want to know,” she leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear. “what is this classified information you are hiding from me, darling?”

you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of loki’s cold breath on your ear and neck, her scent of rain and oak filling your nose. she pulls back as her hand moves to your chin and turns your face to look up at her. your eyes flick open as she forces you to look up into her dominant gaze.

“it’s not worth your valued time, your majesty,” you breathe, speaking honestly. “only a weaponry transfer across realms. nothing more.”

loki’s fingers slowly move down to the zipper on the front of your skin-tight black suit. “nothing more? what if we make this mission a little more personal?” she asks flirtatiously as her hand begins to pull at the end of the zipper.

a moment of clarity hits as you realize you are both still in the open hallway. your lips part as you breathe heavily, grabbing loki’s hand to pause her movement. you look left and right, searching for any working guards or wandering civilians.

“what if someone-” you begin to ask worriedly until loki backs you behind another nearby pillar.

“that is why you’re going to be quiet for me,” loki whispers against your neck, her free hand beginning to roam. “no one will see you but me.”

she continues to try to unzip your suit, ignoring your hand lingering on the back of hers as her fingertips brush against your skin. “you need to be a good girl for me and let me unzip it…”

you start to focus on your breathing once again. you keep your hand on loki’s wrist but your resistance lightens, allowing her to move your suit’s zipper lower until the fabric falls slightly off your shoulder. loki’s fingers and thumb brush against your bare skin under the suit, teasing you until her lips coat light kisses across your collarbone.

“good girl…let me undress you, darling. you’re mine after all.”

a soft whimper escapes your lips as you allow her to remove your black suit. she helps guide your arms out of the sleeves and lets the top half of the suit roll down to your hips. a shiver runs up your spine as the cold night air hits your skin. loki’s gaze darkens as her hungry eyes lower to your breasts.

“gods, you’re so beautiful…,” she praises as her hands caress your thighs and slowly work their way up your torso. “yet so fragile. i could break you in half.”

“then do so,” your voice shakes as your hands tangle in loki’s dark hair, tugging on it slightly. “break me, princess.”

something inside loki snaps instantly as soon as those three needy words leave your mouth. she pushes herself against you as her lips latch to yours in a passionate kiss, gentle and warm at first, until her tongue enters your mouth as her hands travel up and down your thighs, squeezing them tightly. after a few moments, she starts biting and pulling at your bottom lip with her teeth.

the way loki kisses you brings up a moan from the back of your throat, a sound that only drives her crazier. her lips leave yours and you immediately try to catch your breath. she then bites down on your neck, leaving marks and hickeys that will only darken in time. you feel a drowsy heaviness pull your head back, resting against the pillar as loki pants into the nape of your neck.

your hand trails up loki’s arm and shoulder until you reach one of the horns on her golden helmet. you tug on one of the horns, subconsciously trying to pull her head downward for a moment before you realize what you’re doing.

“y/n,” loki warns, biting harder as one hand grips your waist and the other pulls your right thigh up to her side. she presses her hips against yours, grinding hard as she resumes suffocating you with open-mouthed kisses. your body tenses at the pressure, moving your hips in hopes to find more friction.

“loki…please,” you groan as soon as her tongue temporarily leaves your mouth. your fingers tug at her green and gold armor, craving her body even if that means you’d have to pry every layer of her clothing off yourself.

loki lets you move and squirm, all while still holding your right thigh against her left hip. she slips her free hand under your suit to start rubbing slow circles on your clit through the silky fabric of your underwear, bringing another whimper from your mouth.

“you want me to break you?” loki whispers into your ear, continuing the many pecks and bites to your neck. she sucks slightly on your collarbone until your nails are practically digging into her corseted waist. “such a naughty girl. let me punish you…”

you can feel yourself grow wetter with every filthy word that leaves her lips. you look up into her eyes and nod as a consensual gesture for her to be rougher with you, not being able to wait any longer.

“punish me, loki…please.”

“that’s it, darling,” she lowers your thigh as she kisses down your body until she is kneeling in front of you, her hands caressing every one of your curves as she moves. she then roughly pulls the rest of your suit down your legs until it pools at your ankles. her thumb resumes the achingly slow movements to your clit through your underwear as her fingers press against the dampening fabric covering your vagina.

“f-fuck,” you curse as both your hands grip the horns on loki’s helmet, using it to stable your legs’ weakening balance.

“easy, dear,” she says. “watch that pretty mouth of yours, or i’ll put it to good use.”

“i…” you breathe, trying to form an argument back, but loki’s thumb starts to move faster before you can think to stop yourself from cursing again. “oh- fuck!”

“ah, you little brat.”

she then quickly rips off your panties and stands up abruptly. she grabs your jaw and forces two fingers into your mouth. you don’t hesitate to shamelessly suck on her fingers. they’re in for only a moment before she pulls them out and wets her thumb with her own tongue. she then lowers her hand and you feel those same two fingers being pushed inside your wet cunt.

a pained yell escapes your mouth until it’s muffled by her free hand. her thumb resumes rubbing circles on your clit at a quicker pace than before, helping the ache turn to painful pleasure.

“shh, remember what i told you, hm? i said you need to be quiet for me,” loki shushes you. your legs are already struggling to support your body while the knot in your stomach grows.

your whimpers and moans are muffled by loki’s slender hand, forcing you to control your breathing through your nose. her thick gold rings are cold against your cheeks. both your hands grip her wrist, inhaling and exhaling unsteadily as your eyes catch the dagger sheathed in her thigh holster. when loki realizes what you’re looking at, she pauses her movements with a smirk and pins both of your wrists to the pillar above your head, not even bothering to wipe or suck your juices off her fingers. you let out a frustrated groan over your delayed release and squeeze your thighs together, feeling embarrassed on how loki caught onto what you were eyeing.

“how cute,” she whispers against your lips, her taunting tone and cold breath flowing into your open mouth. “is that how you want to get punished, my adorable slut?”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering again, only having the ability to nod in response. loki moves her fingers down to the holster and removes the knife. she then brings it up to your throat and presses the side of the blade against it. the threat is somehow arousing in a way you have never felt before. you wonder how far you’re willing to go. then wonder how far the villain is willing to go…

“do it, then,” you say with a challenging tone and a raised brow, half confident that loki is bluffing. part of you hopes she isn’t. “you won’t, princess.”

“oh, yeah?” loki looks playfully offended, tilting her head to the side as she studies your nervous breaths. her lips form a sly smirk on her face as she trails the cold blade down, past her leftover bite marks and down to your chest. she presses the blade against your skin harder, not quite drawing blood, but definitely causing enough pain for you to try to maneuver yourself away. “how about i carve the letters of my name right here across your breasts, you little brat?”

you suck your teeth as the pain grows. you squirm in loki’s grasp and lick your lips. “once again,” you chuckle softly and smirk back up at her. if you are going to do this, part of the fun is the fight. “you won’t do it.”

loki’s lips form a slightly cruel smile. a thin, red line appears on your skin, causing you to hiss out a groan. the pain doesn’t get any easier as you feel a bit of warm blood trickle down your breast before another line is slowly carved, creating an “L” shape on your lower chest. loki goes to continue the three remaining letters, but your struggle to stay still makes her pause. she uses her magic to create green, transparent restraints out of thin air, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillar before teasingly pressing the tip of the blade to the center of your sternum.

“is that all the punishment you can handle for now, little brat? are you gonna stay still for me now?” loki lifts your chin with the end of the dagger, watching you find the strength to nod and recover slowly. you try to ignore the painful reality carved into the skin of your breast. while you don’t yet regret challenging loki’s bluff, it still hurts like hell—like a good hurt…for now at least. you nod in answer to loki’s question before looking at her lips. she reads your expression, understands your nonverbal request, and willingly gives herself to you.

she hums into the kiss, a moan following shortly after as you lift a knee and push it up between her legs. her tongue enters the kiss as she throws the dagger aside, the clattering noise loudly echoing through the hallway. both of her pale hands cup your face, expressing how gentle she now wants to treat your fragile body.

you try to move your arms to hold her closer, caress her curves, tangle your fingers in her hair—anything, but you can only tug at the restraints created by her witchcraft abilities. “lo…,” you pant between kisses in her grasp.

loki notices, but doesn't care. she continues to enjoy caressing your face and body for a few more moments. her hands finally travel lower until her damp fingers reach your sensitive nerves, your aching cunt still craving the delayed orgasm from earlier.

“beg for it,” she coos as her fingers tease your entrance, coating her digits with your wetness.

“loki,” you protest, bucking your hips up slightly in hopes for resumed friction.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” loki’s tone is stern. her free hand squeezes one of your breasts and pinches your nipple, bringing another pained moan from the depths of your throat. you felt so weak already, but loki intends to fuck you as long as you can still stand.

“please, princess. i…i’m begging you. p-please,” you whimper, your back arching against the golden pillar as you continue to squirm under loki’s teasing grasp.

loki grins at the sound of your little whimpers and begs as her thumb adds pressure to your clit. “don’t you dare move now, darling, not until your princess decides you can cum. you understand?”

“yes, lo…” you gasp as she pushes two fingers into your wet cunt. you so badly want to continue to squirm and beg, but you know better now to follow commands to stay still and quiet. your chest unsteadily heaving up and down is the only movement loki allows as her digits pump in and out of you at a slow pace. “m-more…”

her smirk widens at your stuttered request, moving her fingers faster as her mouth reconnects with yours, swallowing every whorish sound you make as she fucks you. your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw locks, trying not to hiss curses through clenched teeth. your faint words are stuttered between soft, breathy moans. “loki…oh, god- i…i’m-”

“i know, my dear. i’m right here. gods, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers…just in a panting mess like this,” loki whispers seductively as her fingers continue to move faster and faster. she kisses the skin beneath your ear between praises. her grip on your breast tightens as she presses her body against you. her pace is perfect. it is all too much, yet not enough.

loki’s lips kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear. “cum for me, darling…”

her thumb presses hard against your clit, and at her words, your body follows her command. the tightness in your abdomen unknots as you release a high-pitched moan that causes a greater effect on loki than you know. she is practically soaked from watching your pleasured reactions. she does not rush you to open your thighs as you ride out your orgasm against her palm. she enjoys the feeling of her hand trapped between them…as well as the thought of what it would be like for her face to be in her hand’s place instead. her kisses are gentle and slow, finding a steady rhythm to allow you breaks in between to catch your breath.

“you’re such a good girl. doing exactly what she’s told.”

the restraints above your head fade away, and you practically melt into loki’s arms. your head feels as light as a feather and every nerve in your body is relaxed. you feel loki’s palm on your breast, resting over the “L” she cut into your skin. a comfortable silence falls between you two as you lazily wonder why her hand is subtly glowing. you know you will never be able to explain how she heals you, even as you watch the tingly green magic flowing from her palm into your sore muscles. once she removes her hand, it’s like there is no trace of the injury, to the point where you almost ask if it was ever there. loki brushes a strand of hair away from your face and kisses the bridge of your nose. with a single motion of her fingers, your black training suit is rolling up until it is snug on your body, with no trace of her hungry hands pulling at the fabric minutes prior.

as if on cue, you hear the double doors at the end of the hall open, making an unmistakable creaking sound notifying you the council meeting is over. stomping noises of guards lined in pairs and the confident voice of thor reverbs off the walls, causing you and the goddess to shrink further behind the wide golden pillar.

as you smooth out your hair, she adjusts her helmet and attempts to play with the small weapons in your belt. you swat her hand away as thor, odin, and rows of asgardian keepers pass by, sounds of their armor clanging and clashing.

thor’s words boom above all the noise to instruct a young palace maid to fetch you from your chambers, where you’ve supposedly been told to wait during the meeting. steps at the volume of a mouse scurry off towards the direction of your quarters.

as soon as all footsteps recede, loki’s arms wrap around your waist from behind and cling tight, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“surely, you’re not leaving for midgard now. are you, darling?” she pouts.

you chuckle for a moment until you realize she is serious. “i do have to go, princess.”

“and there is no way i could…convince you to stay?” she purrs, nibbling at your ear.

“i know you could, and that’s why i need to leave now before you get the chance,” your voice is soft and teasing. “but if there is another…weaponry transfer…i’ll make sure to travel along.”

the goddess of mischief reads your honest facial expression and kisses you. a gentle goodbye.

“that’s my good girl.”

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as much time as i spent working on this…i don’t like it >:(

my wife deserves better smut than this smh

requests are open babes <3

-bee xx

#bee #maneskinwh0re #lesbian #fem loki #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki series #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu loki #marvel mcu

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tsum00 · 2 years

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loid forger x villain(?)!reader

a/n: ok i lied i need to get this out of my system, the brainrot is STRONG. hope y'all enjoy:)

warnings: bondage, dubcon??, oral(m receiving, allusions to f recieving), degradation, riding, cheating(sorry yor </3), corruption kink

MINORS DNI

when loid opened his eyes, the only thing he saw was black.

he tried to remove the blindfold but realized he was stuck, his wrists tied together and ankles tied to chair legs.

"look who's finally awake. miss me, twilight?" a voice called out.

loid froze. he knew that voice. your voice.

he heard the sound of heels clacking on the floor draw ever closer, until they stopped. then he felt a weight on his lap.

straddling his lap, you took off his blindfold and smirked at him.

"y/n. what do you want?" loid spat out, still thrashing against his restraints.

leaning in you whispered in his ear, "you know exactly what i want, twilight. or should i say, loid?" you chuckled.

loid's eyes grew wide. how did you find out about operation strix?

"i have my ways, twilight. you know that."

you and twilight had an... interesting past. you had both worked for wise, rising up the ranks together and becoming the top agents. but you always had a unique way of doing things, a darker way. you had "gone too far" according to the higher ups, so you had left, taking your skills with you to do what the majority would call "evil". you didn't mind though. in fact, you took it in stride. being bad was more fun anyway. loid was almost about to follow you, but stayed in fear of his reputation at wise.

"to think i'd have the top spy in my lair, all tied up and at my mercy... if this is a dream, i don't wanna wake up," you said as you sank to your knees.

your nose brushed against his crotch, nuzzling what was inside. you could feel him getting harder, you realized excitedly.

"y-y/n, we can't- i can't, you've gotta let me go. plea- oh fuck," loid gasped out.

you had undone his zipper and freed his cock from his boxers. it was painfully hard, an angry red with a tip weeping of precum. drool-worthy for sure, you thought.

"still want me to let you go?" you asked, playing with his balls.

the only response you got was a moan.

"that's what i thought," you smiled, taking him in your mouth.

try as he might, loid couldn't help but buck deeper into your throat. you took it in stride, feeling every vein of his shaft and giving extra attention to the tip.

it felt so wrong, knowing that his "wife" and "daughter" were out there, unaware that he was falling victim to your poison. but in an even more sick way, it felt good. he was sick of having to put up a face all the time, with you, he could be honest. if he tried to conceal anything, you would see through it anyway, he figured.

so he let himself fall.

it was a lovely sight to watch, an agent of "good" be brought down.

"i-i can't, y/n! 'm gonna cum! i-" he cried out.

you gave him a look, one that he took as a sign of permission. his warm cum filled your mouth, sweet and a little salty. you took care to swallow it all. removing yourself from him, he started to whine out in protest.

putting a finger to his lips, you said, "i'll make use of your mouth another time. be sure of it."

by this point, you were dripping. all the excitement and lust went straight to your core and you knew just what to do to fix it.

straddling his lap again, you took his hand and guided him to your wetness.

"feel that, mr. forger? you did this. looks like i'll have to take matter into my own hands and fix my problem. what do you think?" you questioned, looking down at him.

his eyes were clouded over, gazing into your eyes and traveling down to your pussy. you yanked his hair, forcing him to look at you once more.

"sorry? i didn't hear that. i said ‘do you feel it?’” you growled.

“agh! yes, yes, i feel it. feels so nice and warm, wanna be inside you s’bad,” he slurred.

you helped collect enough of your slick on his hand and brought it to his lips.

“say ‘ah’,” you cooed, watching him eagerly clean his fingers of your essence. “just a taste of what’ll happen next time,” you wink.

you grab his cock and line it up with your entrance, teasing him by running the head up and down your slit. a choked plea escapes his lips.

that’s when you sink down hard.

of all the many sexual encounters he’d had(for his missions of course), loid had never felt anything like this. your gummy walls held him so perfectly tight, warm and wet inside. the lewd noises coming from the act made you both shiver in delight.

you began a brutal pace, watching loid’s face contort again.

“you feel divine, twilight. i want you to fill me up with your cum. can you do that for me?” you asked, voice a bit shaky from pleasure.

“yes! f-fuck, yes. i’ll fill you up so good, you can have all my cum,” he moaned out.

he thought it wasn’t possible for you to go faster, but you did. always a surprise from you, he thought. with each passing squelch and thrust, the closer he got to filling your hole with his seed. moments later, he did exactly that.

with a drawn out groan, you felt long, warm hot ropes of cum fill your insides. a white ring had formed around his base, trickling onto his balls. you had also reached your peak, your juices mixing with his. sighing, you carded your fingers through his hair.

“i’ve gotta say, i love this look on you. all fucked out and dirty. it’s a nice change from ‘mr. put together’, wouldn’t you agree?” you smile.

he nods, smiling wistfully up at you. his hearts pangs knowing he has to leave, for his mission, he reminds himself. no matter how far gone w.i.s.e considers you to be, loid knows you’re not a monster. you’ll let him go, for now at least.

unbinding him, you give a him a once over and move over to stand behind him, whispering in his ear.

“don’t worry, darling. when i want you again, i’ll have you. you’re my little plaything, remember?” you say, drawing his hips towards yours and splaying your hands on his chest possessively.

he shudders at the action, eagerly awaiting your next encounter.

#tsum00 #dom reader #spy x family #loid forger smut #loid smut #spy x family smut #i’m so sorry yor #and anya LMAO #sub!loid forger #sub!loid #when loid blushes>>#enjoy the food y’all

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mamayan · 10 months

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Crying Won’t Help

NSFW•MDNI•Read All Trigger Warnings

Alpha!Dabi x Omega!F!Reader

Synopsis: Your flame using villain Alpha isn’t pleased you disobeyed his order to not touch yourself. Now you’re going to learn what happens when you touch what belongs to him.

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: ABO Themes/DOM/SUB, Dubcon (implied), Violence, Breeding kink, Praise Kink & slight degradation, Vaginal Penetration, Overstimulation, Choking, Orgasm denial (initial), Oral (both receiving), Knotting, unprotected sex, spanking (a little), spitting (in reader’s mouth), and general Dabi warnings ⚠️

You have been properly warned, and if not, read my warnings again🔝

Your wails went ignored.

Fingers fisting the air as you struggled to gulp air into your lungs before you neared the edge again, only for your cruel Alpha to sneer and pull his hands from your sopping cunt.

“I-I’m sorry! Please please please Alpha- Ah!” Your blubbering pleas interrupted by a sharp crack against your outer thigh, a bit of heat lingering even after his hand moved to wrap around your throat. You couldn’t see the mess you’d become, but Dabi’s mouth watered looking at you. Your hair was sweaty and sticking to your skin, your doe eyes watery and exhausted, and your lips swollen and puffy. Your skin was blotted from all the tears shed, but not an ounce of mercy was given to you.

The crime? An orgasm not sanctioned by the vicious Alpha looming over you with his elongated canines on a full display of dominance.

It wasn’t your fault this happened. It was his fault for being gone so long. He’d been gone for weeks, leaving you alone and desperate for the comfort of your Alpha. You’d barely had to touch your clit over your underwear to send yourself tumbling into an orgasm… that he came home just in time to witness. You’d tried to explain, plead your case, but he just grinned and shook his head. His eyes wide and clearly not happy.

“Since you wanna do your own fucking thing, let me teach you self control omega.” No Doll, Sweetie, or even Princess. He’d called you by your designation, which meant he was pissed.

He’d wrapped your wrists in rope, tied them to the headboard, and began an awful descent into hell. Omegas were made to cum, made to take it and give it, but this denial was close to abuse. Your Alpha, a nasty villain with a penchant for violence, didn’t care. Your whines made him laugh, whimpers received little coos, and tears he simply licked off your cheeks. He mercilessly lapped at your swollen folds, drinking you down before stopping just before you could cum. His fingers would stretch your hole, hit those perfect little spots inside that made your eyes roll back, before tearing out of you just as you neared your finish. It was agony, and you’d never regretted an orgasm more in your life than you did today.

Your slick, drool, and tears soaked the sheets and mattress beneath you. Your arms went numb what seemed like hours ago. Still, Dabi smiled crookedly as he pushed on your lower belly while curling his fingers up, forcing you towards another cliff you’d be forbidden from falling over. Your juices soaked his hands, your thighs shaking and your sweaty chest heaving from the efforts. Dabi kissed a trail up your stomach to your breasts, kissing and sucking so sweetly on your nipples while you mewled for mercy. Anything to end this.

“I love you- hah, Alpha please, be good, good, please.”

Dabi laughed at the pathetic picture you made right now. “Poor thing, do you need to cum?” His condescending tone wasn’t even registering with your fevered brain anymore. You mindlessly begged for him. “Need you- knot, need Alpha, please, fuck me Alpha, need to cum, oh!” His snickering intensified when the wet squelching noises from your cunt got louder when he pressed that point deep inside. It felt so good it hurt. Dabi was too drunk off your sweet pheromones to mind your ramblings anymore, his own cock aching and heavy in his boxers. His pants long thrown elsewhere to relieve the pressure while stimulating you. Yanking his boxers down, he lathered his tip in your copious slick, growling in pleasure as your hips arched off the bed to try and sink him into you faster. Looking at your fucked our face and pain filled expression, he finally slammed into you, his knot kissing your opening.

You came immediately.

Dabi lost it, his hands heating up a little unintentionally as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips to hold you still. Your cunt was milking him, shaking and contracting. His head rolled back as a guttural groan joined your whimpering moans, as a larger wet spot dripped down his balls and your ass. You squirted all over his lower abdomen and cock, making for an absolutely debauched image in his mind. His phone was across the room, or else he’d snap a couple pictures. He’d set his phone camera up to film next time, so he’d have something to watch while he was away on mission.

He set a brutal pace off the bat. His hips rutting into you, slamming his pierced cock into your cervix. It was so agonizingly pleasureful it left you dizzy. Dabi knew he wouldn’t last long, fucking you into a frenzy as one hand drifted down to pinch your clit and throw you into another orgasm.

The overstimulation seemed worse than the denial, your body jerking in protest as you nearly bit your tongue. The noise of protest did nothing to lessen the burden your Alpha was drilling into you. His hand left your sensitive and achy clit in favor of your throat where his claiming bite lay. His long fingers easily encircled you, before he was hunching over your figure, his words ominous, “You wanted to cum slut, so you’ll cum as much as I want you too now.” You were dizzy with all of the exertion, your body begging for a break as you felt another orgasm building.

You tried to shake your head, his grip tightening as you gasped for air. He spit in your mouth with a laugh, nearly choking you for real as you gagged and tried to swallow despite him constricting your airway. His angular hips smacked your thighs at a bruising pace, the bodily aches beginning to turn you delirious with the additional pleasure. Dabi was lost to his own ecstasy, your warm tight cunt, sweet scent, and wild appearance making his balls tightened and ache for release. He wanted to breed you, pump you full and keep you locked on his cock all night. If you hadn’t been naughty and touched yourself like you did, you could’ve escaped the previous denials and skipped straight to this.

Despite his rough treatment, he was conscious of how much you could reasonable take. You were certainly bordering your limits, sobbing and gasping as another orgasm wracked your poor pathetic cunt. Dabi relished in the soaked bedding beneath you both, symbolic of his ability to unwind you completely into this lovely creature that was made to just feel. Feel his body, his mouth, his cock. He moved both hands to your hips as his knot began to catch at your entrance. Your cried and whimpers increasing in volume as you felt the signs your Alpha was going to fill you up. His face buried itself in your neck, nibbling and lapping at your bond mark. “A-alpha…” Your worried and confused mumble was met with a chuckle softer and warmer than his previous attitude.

As his knot finally stretched and slid inside you, swelling rapidly as an orgasm so strong you couldn’t breathe slammed into you, Dabi’s teeth sunk into your neck over your healed mark.

The pleasure and pain was blinding for both of you.

You came back slowly, feeling the unmistakable heavy weight of Dabi’s knot and his twitching cock filling you with hot cum every few moments. His tongue lavished your renewed bond mark, his chest pressed tight against your own as a deep purr rumbled from him.

Your mouth was dry and cottony, all you could physically do was lay limp in his arms and whine when he pressed himself deeper into you occasionally.

“Good girl, so good, all mine, right Doll?” He snickered at your little whimpers, your eyes heavy lidded and expression dazed. He was gentle in untying your wrists, checking for any lasting damage and satisfied to find none. His lips were warm on your clammy skin, kissing softly where he could reach as the high wore off. You’d be sore when his knot went down.

At least your Alpha was finally home.

#smut #dabi #bnha #abo #alpha!dabi #omega!reader #smut warning #MDNI #Drabble #dabi smut

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pasiphile · 3 years

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me watching the Untamed: hmm, i wonder if me imprinting on the protagonists for once instead of going batshit over the (objectively really cool!) villain means something in terms of my emotional maturity and my preferences shifting over the years -

me watching Word of Honor: NEVERMIND

#ah my sweet sweet villain kink #me: *watches wkx throw a guy across the room by his throat*#me: <3 <3 <3 #and i mean yes you can make the argument that wwx is technically a villain #but it really doesn't hold up in the TV version #meanwhile wkx shows up skinning people alive #and i'm here going wheee #idk there's just something about characters going from pleasantly smiling to ABSOLUTE FUCKING PSYCHOPATH in the blink of an eye #that really does it for me #(also why the fuck do C-drama BL adaptations keep hitting all my characterisation kinks so hard)#(i don't like what this says about me pls stop)

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daisys-gard3n · 2 years

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hi daisy!!! can u make uhh,,,, corruption kink headcanons for the jojo villains (anime only) plus risotto and proscuitto w/ a female reader please 🥺 dubcon if u squint but like

Now this is the shit I live for, anon

Corruption Kink Headcanons - Villains (1-5), Risotto & Prosciutto

DIO:

Corruption is his all time kink

During SDC, he was able to charm you into becoming a good supply for him. Oh how you would gaze at him adoringly and make adorable noises as he bit into your soft flesh and tasted the sweet wine that was your blood. He was slowly growing addicted to you

You noticed that the concubines he collected slowly disappeared one by one, until you realized you were the only one left to take care of Dio's needs.

The way he would smile at you as he beckoned you to come over and sit on his lap, his hands not paying any mind to where they placed themselves and those long nails delicately scraping along your skin.

"(Y/n), I must ask you a favor...As you can see, I have a small situation and you're the only one here to solve it."

Oh, you see it and feel it alright - his cock straining against his pants.

You squirm on his though, shivers running down your spine as you felt his cold lips press onto your skin. Your let out small whines as you tried to reason with him. "L-Lord Dio, I don't think you should come to me for this. I-I don't think I'm worthy enough to be able to assist you."

"Hm? Why do you think so?"

"I-I...U-Um, well...Lord Dio, y-you shouldn't just ask someone like me to-Hng~!" You were interrupted by his large and squeezing your thigh, his golden gaze stabbing through your body and appeared to glow in the dim room. He wasn't dumb, he noticed how reactive you were even when he just drank your blood.

"Could it be...Little (Y/n) has never laid down with a man before~?"

When you nodded silently, Dio could feel his cock twitch at how adorably innocent you were. It only made him want to push you further

"Oh, my dearest. You have nothing to worry about, I'm here to teach you everything you need to know."

"Ah...But, Lord Dio...I don't think..."

"Hm? You were always so eager to do whatever I said and always did it without complaint. Could it be that I've become unattractive in your eyes?"

"Not at all Lord Dio! I...Just don't want you to waste your time with someone so inexperienced..."

"I wouldn't call it wasting time, dearest. I'd like to call it proper training, I bet you could complete the training flawlessly. You would become even greater and more elegant in my eyes, dearest."

You couldn't help but give into Dio's charms. How he would smile tenderly and caress you oh so lovingly with his large hands. The sweet honey of his voiced lured you into trusting him like before, the thought of disappointing your lord edged you on to give into your Lord completely.

He'll be "teaching" you how to service him, having you wrap your hands around his cock and instructing you how stroke it and how to give a blowjob

He'll be trying so hard not to just take your head and use your throat like a fleshlight, especially when you try to fit his length into your mouth and you gaze up at him like a child seeking approval from their parent.

The sounds you make while doing so make him so unbearably hard, seeing such an innocent girl take on something so lewd

He'll purposely not prep you as much, just because he wants to see you cry (lowkey dacryphiliac)

As he pushes into you, the tears that welt in your eyes only make his cock twitch more

"Oh, my dearest. It's alright, shhhh. It only hurts for a second, you'll be alright. Lord Dio would never hurt you." A big fat liar

When he sees blood leaking out of your cunt, he'll go faster and revel in the fact that you're completely helpless against him. His hands pinning your arms down as he bites into your neck for your sweet blood while you're crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure

He didn't prep you as much this time because he wanted to feel how tight you were before he broke you.

He won't be mean this time and let you rest after the first time, calming you down so you would be actually be willing to give yourself to him next time. He knew how to charm the innocent like you into wanting more

Next time, he'll keep going. When you're crying from overstimulation, Dio kept pounding into you while chasing after his own high selfishly. your tears and your whining moans begging him to stop just aroused him so much.

He'll want to teach you everything. He'll bring out a mirror so you can gaze at yourself while he's stuffing you full or teaching you how to masturbate his way while you sit in his lap

He's gonna break you until you've become his willing mind-controlled slave. Placing a kiss on your forehead as he praises you while you're fucked out.

"Such a good girl, taking her master so well. I adore you so much."

Kars:

He captured a bunch of female humans, considering the fact that he, Wammu, and Esidisi are the only ones left of their kind and they were all men. So Kars decided to conduct his own research on which one of these human females would be worth to carry the next generation of pillar men

He went through most of them one by one, treating them all like prisoners and killing them off when they weren't satisfactory or they died from the experiment itself

He then got to you, seeing you trembling like a rabbit in front of him and how you would look up with those doe-like eyes afraid of what he was going to do - you got him oddly interested

"You, take off your clothes."

You immediately did what he told you to do. You were trembling and scared for your life, he could kill you like everyone else. You didn't want to die, so you had to comply.

"Take your hands away, I need to see everything."

Forcing your hands to the side and trying not to cry, Kars walked towards you and examined every orifice of your body. His hands dragging along your skin as he mutters out estimates of your measurements. When he cupped your breast, you let out a loud squeal and your body jolted from the contact. Kars didn't say anything at first and continued with his inspection, letting both of his hands cup your breasts, going down to your now erect nipples to pinch and pull at them, sliding down your arms and waist, down to cup your ass and thighs.

"Hmm...You do have the hips for it. That'll surely come in handy for the birthing process...Your breasts are going to swell up at least double the size with food, so I won't keep in mind the exact measurements. Although, I need to see if you'll have problems with giving milk..." Kars went on, feeling up your body until he realized how your you were pressing your thighs together. Your head was lowered and he could see how your hands were clenched. He forced your chin towards him to get a better look at your expression:

Dazed eyes, plumped lips from biting onto them, tears about to weld in your eyes, how you trembled in his hands. Kars only sighed, his muscular arm moving down and allowing his hand to move closer to your aching cunt.

"Are you sexually aroused?" "N-No..." "Lying won't do you any good here...Especially since I can feel your cervical mucus." Kars' fingers were calloused and textured from all the years of handiwork, the feeling irresistible to your swollen clit. Your body was hot and wanted more, but you were afraid of this man...This non-human.

He lifted up his hand to reveal your juices coating his index and middle finger. He separated them and watched them form sticky strings and thinned out, he was analyzing you like a lab rat. "Good texture and color...I can't find any recognizable scents, so you're clean of infections at least. It's rather thick too, and the strands are separating nicely...You're currently at your most fertile."

You didn't want a baby with him, you were going to voice this but you were cut off when you felt something shove deep into your skin. It felt like a needle and it happened so fast, you didn't even see Kars had taken some your blood to read its DNA.

"I see...You have no family history of birthing complications, the membrane in your breasts aren't in an odd position so you'll be able to give milk, and you're extremely fertile in your family...You seem to be the perfect candidate to repopulate our people."

"W-Wha? N-No...I don't want to! Y-You don't want me, I-I...I'm a virgin! You can do anything with me...I don't know how to do anything!" You were a bit embarrassed to admit, but it didn't matter. You were trying to save your skin, surely he wouldn't be bothered to treat a virgin with care or teach you anything right?

"That's perfectly fine. You only need to get pregnant with my child, it's good to hear that you're pure."

He forced you into his quarters, sitting himself down while you stood there trembling. He spread his legs wide and with a bored expression, "Get on your knees, I'll shall educate you on the first step of consummation."

"N-No...I don't want to!"

"Be careful with that mouth, human. I can be rather cruel to those who disobey me." Kars warned you, lifting his forearm and unsheathing his scythe from his skin. It scared you into following his command

Kars would have you give him a blowjob, telling you that if it were properly prepared then it wouldn't hurt as less. He would watch you carefully, instructing you the best way to service him.

"Hm...You're a fast learner, I will give you that."

If you try to bite him or something, he'll unsheath that arm scythe in a blink of an eye and have it at your neck. Keeping it there while you finish.

As he observes you and continues to correct your mistakes, you managed to pull your way through as he forcibly pulls you off when he cums down your throat

His expression is flustered and dazed, seeing you with those innocent-seeming doe eyes with tears in your eyes as you tried to stuff his cock down your throat with no prior knowledge. The way how cute you looked when you were coughing and tears running down your face, his cum dripping from your mouth...Kars could feel himself get hard at the sight.

To save himself the embarrassment, Kars picked you up and sat you on his bed made of different animal furs: "I suppose you did a well enough job for your first time, as your Master I will reward you."

How you would deny that he was your master and how you would try to push him off, but end up bring him closer as he graciously rewarded you by eating you out was divine to him. Your stutters and whines of how he shouldn't because it's dirty down there, of how you would react to the new sensation, and seemed all too innocent despite the act you were partaking in...Even how you too were warming up to the act by asking for more bashfully and how wet and tight with arousal you had gotten.

For some reason, he felt more aroused at the sight of you fumbling over what to do, nervous, and hyper-active to these new experiences. Was he excited because you were new? Or was he excited because he would be the first one to break you?

By the time real act begun, you were weakly begging him to stop through your post-orgasm gaze. He only smirked. His cock was fully erect and oozing precum, he was already hooking your legs over his shoulders as he aligned himself with your entrance.

"If you say stop, then why do you lure me back in?"

It's pretty easy to say that he was ruthless with you, only caring to move you in the positions that would get you most likely pregnant. It didn't take long at all for your eyes to go cross, your thighs trembling and your legs weakly wrapped around Kars' body to pull him closer to you.

See you trying to weakly grab out to him, the noticeable bulge at your lower abdomen in his view and how teary-eyed you were as you started to babble nonsense. It seemed like he broke you into liking it from the first try, that was until:

"P-Please give me a baby, Master!"

You did it, you've made Kars lose all of his patience.

As your master, he humoured you by holding you closer as he relentlessly pounded into your sensitive cunt. Grunting and cursing about how easy you appeared saying things like that.

By the time he finished, your cunt was filled with his seed and pouring out as you laid limply there. Drooling, exhausted, and dazed.

Kars couldn't help but feel arousal at the sight of his work, breaking you out of that doe-eyed and innocent mindset. You looked so delectable all worn out and full of his cum, he couldn't help himself to another round as he plugged you up full of his cum as punishment for "letting Master's seed spill".

From then on, you were a mind-broken slave to Kars. Accepting his cum inside your womb with a smile and telling him that you would be a good mother.

Kira:

This man is not subtle about his corrupted wants, that why he murdered women for their hands. What could make him see the whole person rather than the hands attached to them?

It all started when someone knocked on his door, you. You were new to his neighborhood and lived in the villa nearby, greeting the block.

You were a college student living with your aunt and uncle who had just moved here because your choice school was in Morioh. You took the opportunity since your aunt and uncle didn't mind and had a lot of rooms available in their new house, going on for hours about how it was impossible to find available houses in this area of villas and they were blessed to find that this one had become recently vacant because the last owner suddenly disappeared (wonder how that happened).

You were holding a small loaf of bread your aunt baked to give to this last house, which was kira's, as a greeting gift. You handed it over to him and Kira silently gulped before taking the bread, feeling your hands touch his.

Oh, your hands were so soft and smooth, like you've never worked a day in your life. He could see your lacquered fingernails that were delicately painted and styled with intricate details. There wasn't a single split cuticle, hangnail, or imperfections in the way your fingers looked. He could feel his nails grow longer with want.

"Ah, thank you...Would...You like to come inside for some tea?"

The way you ignorantly said yes with a happy smile almost shocked him. You were so blissfully unaware, it stirred something small inside him. Killer Queen was itching to explode you, but Kira hushed him for the time being.

You sat on his tatami mats so cutely: How you folded your knees and smoothed out the wrinkles in your shorts before sitting, the pure sheen of your thighs so plump with life, those beautiful hands folded over your lap and so tantalizing inviting, and those rounded doe-like eyes patiently waiting for him to serve you tea without suspecting a thing. For the first time, Kira felt something stir inside him that didn't involve just the hands - he felt lured in by the whole body.

He set your cup of tea on the table, watching very intently how your hands cupped the cup, how your fingernails tapped against the wooden table, and how your thin thin fingers brushed at the surface. It was hard to contain his erection, but he shoved it down to avoid scaring you off. Now wasn't the time.

You went on about how you were studying for university in morioh, how you were planning on getting a job (despite never having one in the first place) and just had this innocent and airy aura around you. Oh, how he wanted to break you.

Later on, you found yourself going over to Kira's house pretty often because he gave you a gig to clean his house for money. So you're wearing typical housewife/cleaner things like a bandanna around your head, rubber gloves, and an apron while you're doing the dishes, scrubbing the surfaces, dusting, etc.

God, he got so horny look at you just cleaning...You looked like his own little housewife, obeying her husband. He'd watch you from a corner while you're dusting and just jerk off at his fantasies

He started to pay you a little more when you accepted to cook for him. You even started eating with him because it usually ended up being so late and a bit past dinner. - Your lips wrapped around the fork and those dainty hands picking everything up so gently. Killer Queen was urging him to let it explode you, but Kira managed to get his stand under control.

One day, he was caught palming his pants while watching you clean from around the corner. He was ashamed and thought to just let KQ do its thing until these words slipped out of your lips:

"Mr. Kira, you got something in your pocket. Is it one of those new big phones? I never took you as the type to like those. Anyways, I thought I'd ask you what you'd like for dinner since I saw you comin' around the corner!"

Oh...You were dumb.

"(Y/n)...Out of curiosity...Do you know where babies come from?"

"Hm? From the storks! Why?"

Oh, so innocently dumb. Kira felt his nails grow longer by the second, his cock twitching in his pants.

The next time, he acted out on his urges. Purposefully pleasuring himself with the door open so you would walk in and see him sitting in his chair, pants unzipped and erect cock out.

"What'cha doing, Mr. Kira?" "Oh, perfect timing (Y/n)...I need some help with something.)

It was either that you were too blissfully ignorant or he was so charming to where he got you to agree to get on your knees and started giving him a handjob. He was on the verge of cumming the moment your delicate fingers wrapped around his cock and his focus was on your hands as you awkwardly pump him.

"This thing's really hard and twitchy, Mr. Kira. What is it?" "That's a penis, (Y/n)-Ahh!...I-It's also called a cock...Just keep touching it, you're doing good."

"M-Mr. Kira! It's leaking! Should I clean it?" "Y...Yes, but you can only use your tongue...It's the only way to do so."

You blindly followed Kira's word, sticking your tongue out and lapping at the forming beads of precum while your soft and delicate hands jerked him off - it was pure euphoria for Kira, lying to such a sweet thing like you only heighten his lust.

He eventually came on you, splattering on your face and your big doe eyes looking up at him with confusion - "why'd it shoot at me, Mr. Kira? I'm sticky now."

"Ah, I apologize...it was aimed at you." He panted, feeling his lust threatening to spring his cock back to life again as his nails grew longer and sunk into the arms of the chair.

He was going to stop it there, it swore it...But then you just had to get up and say: "Mr. Kira...I feel funny, like my stomach's really tight...And I think I need to use the bathroom. Is something wrong with me?"

Oh, you've done it now

You then found yourself sitting in the chair Kira was once in, bottoms and underwear discarded and your 'boss' in between your legs, his tongue lapping at your swollen clit and suckling at your dripping entrance while your hands dug through his once perfectly combed blonde hair - he moaned harder at the incorporation of your hands, feeling then against his scalp and you forcing him closer.

He told you that he knew how to cure you, sk you trusted him

"M-Mr. Kira! I-It feels weird!"

"Do you dislike it?"

"...No...I think I like it."

"Tell me...Have you touched yourself down here?"

"N-No...Never."

When you cum, your instinctively forced Kira's head closer to your cunt, letting out a loud moan with tears in your eyes and your hands clawing at Kira's scalp - to which it just made him eat you out faster and messier, lapping up your cum greedily

Such a composed and seemingly proper man brought to a feral state because of you

"Mr. Kira, your cock...Your cock is standing again!" "Ah...It seems it has." "Should I touch it again?" "I have a better idea."

You were tricked into intercourse, in hopes of curing your boss's 'cock problem'. He told you that putting it inside of you would cure it, and it shouldn't hurt because of the slippery stuff you made.

His nails clawed into your skin as he railed into you, the image of that innocent young woman babbling and begging him to keep on going made him crazy. One of his hands reached for your throat and squeezed, making you go cross-eyed - like you enjoyed it.

His other hand grabbed ahold of one of yours, taking your fingers and licking them, sucking on them as he reached his climax

"Mr. Kira, what's this sticky stuff in me?" You spread your pussy lips apart and felt Yoshikage's cum spill out of you. He only smiled and patted you on the head.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Now, go clean up and let's have dinner."

Diavolo:

For this to happen with him, there would have to be some y a n d e r e tendencies

After a particularly nasty outcome (but a victory for him) with an enemy gang, he's on his last leg and bleeding profusely when you find him.

You decide to patch him up and let him sleep in your bed until he feel woke up. When he does, he's automatically defensive of you and summons King Crimson. However, you just smile at him and ask him if he wanted something to eat - aka, you weren't a stand user.

Diavolo was still a bit wary of you, just silently observing you while you do your daily chores around the house and hum a song to yourself happily. You were too happy and lax around him, as much as he was grateful that you didn't know who he was, he was still wondering why you were so easy-going around a stranger (and a rather intimidating one like him) - he had to ask.

"You...Do you know who Passione is?"

"Hm? Is that like a band or something? Sorry, I'm not the greatest at keeping up with trends."

You don't even know who the reigning mafia in Italy was...Or that he was the boss of it.

He gradually starts to warm up to you, accepting the food you make him without letting it get cold (in fear of poisoning) and having conversations with you (with what little he lets out). He mostly just listens about you.

Diavolo couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed around someone, maybe Donatella...You had an odd effect on him and it was confusing him.

Even when he had to bid you farewell, you still occupied his mind. 24/7, he was thinking about you. That innocent smile, that soft gaze unafraid of him, that charming voice, your beautiful face. It was all carved into his face. - he held back for months, knowing how detrimental it would be for him if he allowed a person like you too close to his heart, a weakness for enemies to exploit him.

He couldn't stop himself, he had to see you again. Diavolo went back to your town in a disguise, searching for your house only to see it completely trashed and you crying at the foot of some sleazy men. He didn't know the full context of the story, but it seems like your parents dumped their debt onto you and ran, now you had to deal with some second-rate gang raiding your house for its goods. And of course, guys like them had bogus tax add-ons. Diavolo felt his temper rise at seeing you at the feet of those nobodies.

Especially when one of them told you: "If you can't pay back with any money, you can just pay us back with your body."

Diavolo saw red, summoning King Crimson and automatically killing the second-rate gangsters within seconds thanks to his stand's ability. You weren't safe here, it was obvious. Especially now that those men were dead, more were gonna come for you under the guise that you killed them. Diavolo had no other choice than to just take you in himself.

He carried you back to his private manor and placed you in his bed, like what you did for him.

He just tells you that you can't leave when you feel ready to. telling you that the group those men you were with is hunting you down and wanted you dead. That the only place that was safe was here in his house.

"Oh...Okay! Then...Please take care of me!" "You're not going to fight back?" "Why would I? I trust you!"

You make this too easy.

You followed his every word without questioning him, in return he gave you pretty much everything you want (basically a sugar daddy)

You sat prettily and safely in his house, like a perfect little doll. You would wear the things he bought you, clean around the house, and even cook for him so he'd come home to a warm meal. It was perfect to him.

Although, lately, he's been looking at you differently. You indeed were his perfect little doll, and yet he had the urge to break that porcelain-like body with his own hands. He wanted to make those bright eyes cry, make you call out to him in want, have him puppet you into his liking. He wanted to break the very person who saved him.

He tried, honestly. He tried to push down the feeling. But when you grab onto his arm and pull yourself closer to him, when you jokingly drag him down into the flower bed with you and cage yourself under him with that adorable smile and bright eyes, or just acting like an adorable little wife when you cook for him and smile at him.

He came into your room at night, he was just going to check up on you because he hadn't been home all day. But then he saw you on the bed, nude. You were laying on your stomach and your hips were grinding your cunt on a pillow, Diavolo had a full view of your fluttering hole twitching and dripping with arousal as you searched for release through humping the pillow. Your face was stuffed in something and one of your hands at your breast, groping it and pinching at the nipple. When Diavolo looked closer, he saw it was one of his shirts. His patience was wearing thin with you, and it snapped when he heard : "P-Please...Diavolo."

Ha ha, you're getting your guts rearranged

Diavolo lost all his composure, eventually sitting on the bed and made you look up. You were embarrassed, trying to cover up what little dignity you had left and hide the shirt you stole when you were doing laundry and the stained pillow you were using.

"You hump pillows?" "A-Ah...Um..." "I'm not angry with you. Just tell me the truth." "I-I do." "Why is that?" "C-Cuz'...I dunno any other way." "I see...Would you like me to teach you?" "A-Ah, but-" "I already heard you say my name and I know that's my shirt. You don't have to hide anything. Besides, I think it's more helpful if you have someone you're attracted to with you."

You were way too easy. You agreed to Diavolo teaching you how to touch yourself. Now you were in front of a mirror, sitting on his lap and your legs spread wide by his hands. His face buried in your neck and hair as he mutters into your ear what to do:

"Touch your breasts, slow. Then pinch and pull your nipples." "Let your hands run down your body to your thighs." "Linger around your inner thighs, just enough to make you excited."

Diavolo would also guide your hands to where they needed to go. Kissing your shoulder and neck, leaving black lipstick on your skin. He would guide your hands and simulate his touch with yours.

How he would touch and the amount of pressure he'd put on your clit as he rubbed it, inserting your fingers inside your aching cunt and pumping your fingers the way he would, telling you to curl your fingers to make you brush against your g-spot, and much more. You were squirming and your hips bucking as your fingers, experiencing a new feeling of bringing yourself to orgasm.

As you threw your head onto his chest, moaning and whimpering, Diavolo muttered into your ear that only set you further into arousal: "Brava ragazza (good girl), you're doing so good." "Fuck, you're so sexy. Do you see yourself? La tua figa sciatta mi sta rendendo duro (your sloppy pussy is making me hard)." "That's it, play with your pussy like that. Cum and let me see."

When you do cum around your fingers, you spread your legs out wide enough and take your hand away for Diavolo to see the cum dripping out of your sex. Making him groan and suckle at your neck. You can feel his boner rub against your ass. He hums into your body, letting go of your skin in his lips and coos: "Such a good girl, you like touching yourself for me? My perfect little girl does everything I tell her too, I think you deserve a reward. No?"

And he proceeds to flip you on the mattress and rock your shit into the night

And now, you were the boss's pretty little girl forever (because lets be real he doesn't wear condoms)

Risotto:

y'know what would make this super corrupt? if you were the spawn of the boss

You didn't know about your father persay, mostly because your mom always told you he died. But now you were in captivity of some really hot men who wanted to take down your father, who apparently was the boss of the nation's most powerful mafia??

You really were sheltered from a lot of things, you were babied for most of your life and now you were this innocent and crybaby angel who didn't really do much other than going to school or doing housework. So when you were kidnapped my La Squadra, you were bawling like a baby and shaking because you were so scared.

Melone chimed at how cute you looked, like a shaking little rabbit as Babyface start to stir to life. Risotto stopped him.

"Let her calm down before that...She needs an explanation."

"Woah, that's new for you Ris'. Did you feel sorry for her because she looks like a mouse?" Formaggio laughed, Illuso snickering on the side only to get hushed by Prosciutto.

You were basically told that your father was the head of the Mafia and they wanted to take him down, but they needed his identity and you were one of his two offsprings and Trish was with team Bucci. They got some intel that Diavolo was with another woman besides Donatella and she had you, so they decided to go the easy route instead of fighting to get Trish's blood.

Risotto took it upon himself to try and gain your trust, since he was the leader and this mission was important for their uprising. He would take you to your living quarters for the moment and bring you food and toiletries so that you were comfortable - you needed to be kept in the La Squadra HQ while Melone ran the test and waited for the results to make sure that the intel they got wasn't fake.

Yeah, big scary goth man trying to calm you down? Not likely for a while. Slowly, he managed to gain your trust. Until you were actually comfortable talking with him.

But, fuck, he thought you were so cute shaking and crying. That shaky voice and hesitance to do anything fueled a needless desire in his brain, it made him wide awake at night because his brain refused to do anything but show vivid imagery of you underneath him, letting out the cutest whines and loudest moans as you shook and came so hard.

He shouldn't be turned on by you like this, you were just an asset for their mission and you were going to be returned to your mother and live your life normally afterwards. But...Risotto's desires were like a tar that slowly drown him. He wanted so desperately to wipe away your tears as you try to wrap your lips around his girthy cock. He wanted to hear your moans muffled by it as he took you by your pretty hair and throatfucked you. He...Wanted to ruin that rabbit-like girl.

He eventually just couldn't help himself. Months of pent up frustration against the Boss, Passione, doing work for practically free, and the stress finally caught up to him. He needed to blow off some steam, and now that his head was producing nothing but corrupted thoughts of you - he had to release his tension somehow and used his mind to his advantage.

So Risotto pulled out his hard cock, spitting on it before letting his hand wrap around and start slowly pumping himself. His head leaned back as he pleasured himself. His head wandered into forbidden territory, mostly filled with you.

Thinking of how he wanted to bend you over and make you take all of his cock inside of you - you crying and whining of pleasure.

"Ah, fuck...Hng, fuck, (Y/n)...God...I wanna fuckin' ruin you...Sweet Coniglietta. Fuck, hng..."

Risotto stroked his cock to the sinful images he had of you flood his brain - you with your legs up, filling you with his seed. Your doe-like eyes full of tears as you whimper and moan in pleasure, your thighs shaking of too much pleasure, how your sweet voice shook as you whimpered his name and how drool leaked onto the bed below. This went on for a couple of minutes until he stopped, Metallica scensing the iron in someone's blood near him. He quickly looked over to see no one other than you, standing at the doorway with that adorable wide-eyed expression and the look of confusion on your face.

"Signore Risotto?"

God, you had to fucking call him that too?

He quickly tried to conceal his throbbing and precum-soaked cock back into his striped pants as he coughed awkwardly.

"Is there something you need?"

"Yeah...Well...It sorta changed...I wanted to ask you if there was any juice left...But I have a problem now."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"I...Know I should've knocked...But when you were touching your...Thing...And said my name...I feel really hot suddenly...And my stomach hurts...Like it's on fire. Is something wrong with me, Signore Risotto?"

Oh, you just had to push him over the limit, didn't you? Risotto felt his cock twitch in his pants more, his throat growing dry and his mind screaming with want. Perhaps...This one time wouldn't hurt?

He told you to close the door and lock it, to which you did. He beckoned you over to him and made you sit on his lap, where you could feel his large erect member pressing against your butt.

"You're fine, you're just aroused. You got aroused when you watched me touch myself. Do you find me attractive, (Y/n)?"

"A-Ah...Um..."

"Use your words."

"A-Ah...Y-Yeah...Signore Risotto is handsome and always nice to me...So I think you're attractive."

"This only happens when you're looking at someone attractive. There's only one way to get rid of it...You need to touch yourself. Do you know how to do that?"

"N-No...Ah...The Sisters back when I went to school said it's a sin to do that."

"They're full of shit most of the time, it's completely natural and healthy to touch yourself. Do you want me to teach you?"

And that's how you ended up with Risotto's thick and calloused fingers rubbing at your throbbing clit as he muttered into your ear instructions and taking in your scent. You felt his lips press against your neck and it burned, all while he teased at your clit and felt you writhe and whimper in his lap. When you felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance before pushing in, you let out a loud moan and threw your head back onto his chest.

"S-Signore, feels...Funny!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-No!...P-Please continue!"

He pumped his fingers into you, curling it towards your g-spot and suckling on your neck to leave a hickey on it. His free hand pinched and pulled at your nipple, overwhelming you with pleasure until your eyes rolled the back of your head and you saw white - cumming around his fingers and let out an adorable whine that made Risotto's cock throb more for you.

As you panted, the large man looked down at you with his black and red eyes brewing with lust: "Coniglietta...Do you want to do to me what I just did to you?"

"I...Dunno...How...Signore."

"If I teach you, would you help me out?" Risotto muttered into your ear, his hips grinding upwards so you could feel the throbbing erection grinding against your butt. You whimpered, looking up at him and nodded timidly - just like the cute rabbit-like girl you were.

When you got on your knees in front of Risotto, pulling his pants and underwear down a bit so that his cock sprung out in its erect glory. You felt a stir in your lower stomach, just looking at the sheer size of him and how much he throbbed and how the head dripped with so much precum. You felt intimidated but so turned on by it.

Following Risotto's instructions, you hesitantly gathered some precum on your hand and started to stroke him softly. When he told you to grip harder, you would and pump him faster. Risotto couldn't believe he was doing this with you, an illegitimate daughter of the Boss he oh-so hated...It was like the victory La Squadra was going to have increased in reward for him. And when you wrapped those cute lips around the head of his cock to lick at it, he was sent over the edge pretty quickly.

He had enough restraint to not just force you down his cock and make you gag on it, even though he wanted to. He only tangled his fingers in your hair and made you pull your mouth off as he splattered his cum all over your face and bare chest. Painting you so pretty as you panted for air.

"Did...I do good, Signore?"

"Yes...You're such a good girl, Coniglietta."

And this wasn't going to be the end of your 'lessons'.

Prosciutto:

You're one of Prosciutto's underlings, with the same kind of air around you as Pesci. Prosciutto has taken it upon himself to take you under his wing and teach you to be a true and strong gangster.

You get anxious a lot, you fiddle with your hands and stutter. That's no way a gangster should act, Prosciutto has a lot of work to do to make you overcome this anxious and shy little thing

"Quit whimpering, and quit playing with your fingers. You need to exude a stronger energy, walk with pride! You're a gangster in the number one mafia in the country!"

"S-Sorry, Signore Prosciutto."

Everyday you followed him around like a little duckling with its mother, trying to follow his example. Prosciutto appreciates that you're actually trying to follow his lead...But you were still that shaking little kitten in the rain.

But he wouldn't lie...Prosciutto has grown fond of that nervous little girl trying to become an accomplished gangster.

He could remember one day, you affectionately told Prosciutto you thought of him like an older brother...It hasn't left his mind in a while. Eventually, you started calling him 'Fratello'.

It was an odd feeling...The warmth that filled his chest when you would eagerly follow him and try to apply his teachings...and when you would call him 'Fratello'...It was something that conflicted in his brain for days at a time.

One day, you accompanied Prosciutto to meet with another gang Passione had an alliance with. It was just a small thing at a bar, drinks and a plethora of well-dressed men discussing business pertaining the mafia.

One guy decided to chat you up, since you were pretty much the only girl in the room and you were such a pretty thing trying to be in a dirty business like the mafia. He was being way too friendly with you...A hand on your shoulder, smiling flirtily with you as he compliments you and chats with you.

And you were just taking it??? Prosciutto was disgusted at the scene. What happened to all those lessons he taught you??? Just thrown out the window?

After rightfully telling the guy to fuck off, grabbing ahold of your arm so tightly and posessively. It almost looked like it was out of jealousy.

Afterwards, walking in the alleyways, Prosciutto decided to give you an earful about the display he just saw. You just took it, head down as you let your Fratello scold you that you were too submissive and meek, you should of pulled out your gun and threaten to shoot the mother fucker, etc. But he stopped mid-sentence, seeing you taking it like earlier...It pissed him off.

"It seems like it's a dirty habit we need to get rid of. You'll never be a true gangster if we don't overcome this."

He proceeds to grab you and pull you into the darkness of the alley. Pinning you down to the wall and getting so close, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and his expensive cologne.

"F-Fratello? What are you..?"

"Teaching you a valuable lesson. Push me away, have that pride and strength."

You pushed and pushed, but you could never get him off of you. When he started to roughly grab at you and his lips pressing against your neck, it made you squeak.

"W-Wait, fratello-"

"What, don't tell me you're getting turned on by Fratello touching you like this."

"N-No! I...I..."

The more Prosciutto touched you, the hazier your mind became. You couldn't deny that Prosciutto is extremely handsome and you had a light crush on him, but you really only saw him as an authoritative figure. Cursing at yourself for even thinking about him when you touched yourself in the shower. But having his tough fingers touching you, eventually going to your pants and grinding his fingers through the fabric of it and your panties as you cunt got soaked from the stimulation. And how your hole fluttered when he popped the buttons off of your blouse and roughly grabbed at you.

Your meek nature made you melt against his touch, eventually stopping all movement against him. All as your body heat up from the pleasure. Like how those strong and veiny hands you've admired were now rubbing at your throbbing clit and two fingers sinking in and fingering you roughly. Or how that suave and authoritative voice you admired was grunting and cursing under his breath as his lips left trails of hickies on your skin that would soon bloom into a darker shade.

Prosciutto was finally getting some closure...All those months of seeing that meek and innocent face sweetly calling him 'fratello'...those nights of fisting his cock at the thought of you moaning his name and that tight pussy clenching and cumming around his cock...You were such a pathetic little bunny rabbit and yet he wanted to be the wolf who devoured you.

"F-Fratello...P-Please!"

"I know...I know...Fratello is going to fuck you just how you want it."

You were his underling, you trusted him with his life...And here Prosciutto was, getting out his hard cock and pushing into you as you whined and grabbed onto him as he wrapped your legs around his waist...He was ruining his little underling.

Prosciutto never thought about the idea of you leaving him...But now you wouldn't. Now that he was going to pump you full of his cum, and lick up those tears running down your face as you whined and cried for Fratello to make you cum.

"My crybaby underling...You still have a lot to learn...But it's okay, Fratello is here. Fratello will always be here to teach you."

And with that, Prosciutto fixed you up and told you to keep walking with him back to the car. All while his cum dribbled out of your cunt and onto your panties.

#dio brando #kars jjba #kira yoshikage #diavolo #risotto nero #prosciutto #jjba headcanons #not sfw #corruption kink #i went in a bit too hard on Kars so he gets a mind break warning #fem reader #'dubcon'#we not talking about how long this was in my drafts for #this is so long and for what

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Inferno.

Prompt: You love teasing and flirting shamelessly with SSA Alvez until the tension snaps, and it snaps for good.

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Rating: Mature (smut, 18+, MINORS DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (Dom!Alvez, Sub!Reader), heavy teasing, dirty talking, hair pulling, grinding, breath play, light verbal degradation, overstimulation, oral sex (female receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie.

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A.N: This is the first time I write something about Luke Alvez and, to be honest, I had so much fun. Maybe I’ll write more stuff involving him... ;)

Terribly terrible, she’s the villain One as sweet as caramel, she’s my saint Think I’m getting butterflies, but it’s really Something telling me to run away

He can’t take his eyes off you, admiring the way your shirt is slowly opening and showing your cleavage a little more, a little more... just enough for him to dream about tracing those curves with his tongue.

It’s difficult to focus on his papers when you’re right in front of him, in all your beauty and glory.

These hot summer days are not helping at all, because you seem to feel the need to wear clothes shorter every day – and your thighs are already deliciously showing off, putting images in Luke’s mind he can’t shake off.

The idea of having your legs wrapped around his waist, the sensation of his tongue running across your skin, the taste of your skin and the sweetness of your moans echoing in his bedroom, the exciting sound of your voice calling out his name...

All of these images and sensations are haunting Luke’s dreams, making it more difficult to not look at you and allow his mind to wander – he knows it’ll land exactly where he can’t have it to be.

Not when he’s at work, at least.

“For fuck’s sake, Alvez, it’s nine in the morning and you’re already drooling.”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, almost making him knock over his mug still filled with coffee – that’s now cold. He forgot Garcia made him some coffee because he was too busy drooling over you as you walked out of the elevator, giggling and touching Spencer’s elbow.

Sometimes Luke wishes to be Spencer.

He doesn’t know how you got so close to him, but he’s not surprised.

Spencer is adorable, it’s obvious you would’ve spent more time with him than anybody else on the team – but your relationship with Spencer is totally different than the one you have with Luke, which is all about flirting and joking,

Luke wonders if those jokes hide some kind of need only he’ll be able to satisfy.

“Ah, you wish. – says Luke, pretending to not have noticed her breasts before her annoyed face – Get back to work, Y/N. These papers are not going to write themselves, you know?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your legs underneath the table.

You catch his eyes slipping right under your desk and you’re tempted to spread your legs just enough to give him a little show, to see if he’s actually watching you – or if this is just a coincidence.

You noticed this morning he kept looking at you and you mentally patted yourself on the shoulder for having chosen this shirt to work this morning. You knew it was going to snatch his attention but now that you have it, you don’t know what to do.

It’s so obvious he wants you, and it’s obvious you want him as well.

However you can’t bring yourself to actually tell him the truth.

There’s not a single moment you guys are alone, because you’re always with Spencer and Luke is always with Matt or Dave. It wouldn’t be nice of you to ask the others to step away, mostly because they’d understand what is going to happen – and you don’t really want them to know how you feel about Luke, even though they’re profilers.

They can read your body language when you’re around Luke.

You thought you were a good actress, that you were able to hide your feelings, but only after two days, Spencer came over to your desk and asked you why didn’t you ask Luke out when you had the chance. His question caught you off guard so you didn’t answer him, changing the subject before the situation could escalate.

Maybe you’ll ask Spencer for some help.

“Nice shirt, by the way.”

You look up, noticing Luke is still staring at his own papers.

“Thank you, Alvez.”

“It’d look better on my bedroom floor, though. - he mumbles, tapping his pen against the cold surface of his desk - Don’t you think?”

The shadow of a smile appears over your lips as you shake your head, your cheeks heating up at his words. You’re used to his smutty remarks, his shameless flirting in the middle of your shift when all of your team-members are around, but you can’t help but feel your heart flutter every time in your chest.

It feels so good to be wanted by someone, especially if this “someone” is a person you’ve been wanting since you met them for the first time over a year ago.

It’s a shame you’ve never been able to overcome your fear of rejection, because you’re sure you would’ve been together by now if you would’ve made the first move. Either way, you wonder if he’s ever going to do something.

“I’m sure it would. Why don’t we test it out?”

Tara taps her hand over her desk, rolling her eyes. “Guys, I’m trying to work. Please, have some mercy on me. If you want to fuck, there’s the conference room!”

Luke lets out a soft laugh, you bow your head down to hide your smile.

This feels so nice.

“Hey Y/L/N.”

You turn around, noticing Luke waiting for you by the elevator. You knew he was going to be there with you, just like every single day, but his reassuring smile and the light in his eyes make your heart skip a bit every fucking time.

Luke Alvez has slowly ruined you, and you can’t help but smile every single time you lock eyes with him.

Picking up the pace of your steps and finally reaching him, he puts a hand over the metallic doors of the elevator before they can slide shut. And when you’re standing next to him, he pushes the button for the ground floor.

“Thank you for waiting for me.”

Luke leans against the walls behind him, his eyes on your body the whole time.

He can’t stop thinking about how he’d love to gently unbutton your shirt from behind as he whispers how much he wants you, alternating kisses down your neck to little bites that would leave red marks all over your skin.

He can’t stop thinking about the sweet sounds that would leave your mouth because he knows your neck is a very sensitive part of your body, probably your favourite - Spencer and you had a conversation about erotic zones on your body, and you might have revealed to your friend that neck kisses are your favourite type of kisses because you have a very sensitive skin.

And Spencer, being the amazing friend he is to Luke, told him everything.

“Oh, you know I’d do anything for you.”

It’s the truth.

No matter his physical attraction towards you, there’s this intense emotional connection that makes it even more difficult to separate your fun loving self from outside work to the confident, strong and smart woman at work.

It’s a duality that sends Luke completely crazy.

Blushing at his words, you turn to look at him. “Anything? That’s a very dangerous sentence, Alvez. Are you aware of it?”

He shrugs, winking at you before speaking again. “I love danger, you should know that.”

You shake your head as a short laugh escapes your lips. “Jesus, Luke. Do yourself a favour and get laid, how about that?”

“Why, are you offering?”

Of course, yes.

Right now, please.

Take me, make me yours, use me right now.

Put me in whatever position you want and give it to me.

Do it, do it, do it, I dare you.

Your eyes meet his, a smirk spreading over those perfect lips.

You’re not sure he’s joking, but you decide he is. It’s better for you and your hormones.

It’s difficult to focus on his words when all you can think about is literally throwing yourself over him and kissing him, blocking the elevator so you can do anything you want to him.

“Would you accept?”

Before Luke can answer you, you walk out of the elevator once you’re on the ground floor.

You know you just left him completely speechless. You love torturing him and teasing him, but sometimes it’s nice to just leave him wondering about whether you’re telling the truth or you’re just joking. – most of the time you’re just joking.

This time, you’re actually serious.

You’d love to get laid with him and there’s nothing wrong with that, he’s a handsome young man who lives alone and is single. He’d be the perfect match for you.

After all, it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had some kind of fun. You’re starting to get impatient and flirting shamelessly with Luke is not helping you, but it’s definitely giving you the right images to dream about at night.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you? - Luke asks, following you inside the parking lot right outside the building - You’re dying for me to ask you that.”

You’re definitely dying for him to ask you that. If he does, you know you’ll never going to leave his bedroom until you’re satisfied enough to the point you won’t be able to feel your legs - until you sit somewhere and you can’t think about anything else but how he felt inside of you.

Putting your hand inside your purse to grab your keys, you giggle. “Maybe or maybe not. Who knows?”

He doesn’t stop following you until you reach your car. That’s when he leans against your car door, stopping you from getting in before actually giving him an answer.

An answer that’s pretty obvious when his eyes meet yours again.

He can see the desire behind them and he’s tempted to lean forward, shortening the distance between your lips but he can’t, not in public. As much as he’d love to kiss you and get this over with, he can’t get arrested for trying to fuck you in the middle of the parking lot.

Inside the FBI parking lot.

It’s not exactly the best thing to do.

“Just tell me when and where, I’ll give it to you however you want. - says Luke, winking at you once again before starting to walk away - Have a wonderful night, Agent Y/L/N. Don’t dream about me too much.”

You lift your right hand, giving him the middle finger.

His laugh echoes through the parking lot, your heart fluttering in your chest at the sound.

“Wait, Parrish asked you out? Are you serious?”

You nod your head, walking out of the elevator. “Yes, this morning. He gave me my usual coffee and he asked me if I was busy tonight, because he’d love to hang out with me.”

Luke is listening to you, slowly taking off his earphones as he follows you and Penelope.

Who the fuck is Parrish? And why did he ask you out before Luke could?

He has to talk to Spencer before it’s too late.

“I rejected him, though.”

Okay, maybe it’s not too late - Luke can’t help but smile at your words, knowing you rejected a guy asking you out. Why did you, though? Why didn’t you accept his offer and go on a date with this guy?

You’ve been complaining about not having enough sex, not finding the right person to spend some time with. Luke doesn’t know if this Parrish is a good person, if you don’t like him simply because he’s not your type or because of another reason.

Either way, you’re not interested in that guy and that’s all it matters.

“Hey Y/N.”

You roll your eyes when you hear his voice, secretly smiling because he was behind you the whole time and spoke up right after you talked about rejecting some other guy. Luke must have heard everything you said and you want to mentally pat yourself on the shoulder again, your plan worked.

“Good morning Alvez. - you say with a huge smile, tilting your head - What’s up?”

“You look really pretty this morning.”

His words caught you off guard because you widened your eyes. Penelope is right behind you, holding back a laugh at your facial expression, but decides to walk away when Luke shoots her with a deadly stare.

She doesn’t want to get involved in your bickering with him.

Receiving a compliment from Spencer is not unusual, but receiving one so unexpectedly from Luke is quite weird - you’re not sure if he’s joking because he’s smirking, but he’s probably doing it because you seem so shocked.

You were not expecting this, at all.

“Close your mouth, Y/N.”

“I thought you liked it wide open.”

This time you caught him off guard, your sentence shocking him more than usual.

Okay, you’ve been quite bold in the last few days but never like this. It feels extremely weird but in a good way, as if another wall has been kicked down between you two - a wall that can finally push you a little closer than before.

“Oh, you’re blushing. - you say, breaking the silence between you two - I like that look on you, it makes you seem so innocent.”

You lean over and you give him a little pat on the cheek, before walking away with your heart ready to jump out of your chest. You don’t know why you did that, but when your fingers touched his soft skin you felt like an electric wave rushing through you.

It was so weird but so exciting at the same time.

You bite your bottom lip, rapidly making your way towards your desk.

Luke follows you in silence, totally shocked by what just happened. You’ve never touched him this way - Hell, you’ve never touched him this way, not even when he saved your pretty ass during a case.

You thanked him but never touched him, not even a handshake.

Now Luke is truly fucking terrified.

If your hand on his cheek made you see stars, what would happen if you kissed him? He would probably catch fire and die right there.

You can feel your gaze on your body as you walk away, joining Tara for a coffee in the break room, and you’re tempted to look back and wink at him. You don’t want to overwhelm him - and you definitely don’t want to overwhelm yourself, because if you do and he reacts to it, you’ll probably yank him somewhere in one of the closets and you’d do stuff that shouldn’t be done in a public space.

“Hey Tara, good morning.”

You get a wave from her, pointing to the green mug on the counter. “Your coffee is ready.”

Smiling at her, you sit on one of the highest chairs. “Thank you.”

“Do you have any plans for the weekend? - asks the doctor, crossing her legs - Dave told me he wanted to invite all of us for dinner tomorrow night.”

If Dave invited all of the team members, it means Luke will be there too.

If Luke is there, you might make a move on him and see how it goes; and if it goes downhill, you’ll drink wine and pretend like you were drunk, and didn’t mean anything you said or done.

You scratch your chin, grabbing your mug. “I’m free so I’ll definitely be there if Dave decides to do something. It’s been so long since we hung out with “the boys”.”

It’s true.

You’ve spent all five weekends with the ladies of the BAU. You went to the Hot Springs here in Quantico, you took a train to get to Boston and spent a whole weekend there to go shopping and simply have fun, you went to have dinner with JJ and her children - but not Will.

You did everything with them, so it’s nice to change your habits for this weekend.

And you’ll get to see Luke, which is exactly what you needed.

It’s been three weeks that these teasing comments have been growing bolder and bolder each day, so maybe tomorrow will be the night everything comes to an end. You hope so, because it’s tough to keep your feelings at bay - and you know that if nothing happens, you’ll start to be more upset than ever.

“Penelope told me Parrish asked you out and you rejected him. Gosh, I would’ve loved to see his expression when you told him no. - announces Tara, shaking her head with a smile - He deserved it.”

You lean back against the chair. “He was truly shocked. He really thought I was going to say yes, as if I hadn’t expressed my disgust towards him so many times.”

“That man will never understand that you hate him.”

She’s right. You’ve been trying to tell him to stop hitting on you ever since he asked for your number because you’re clearly not interested - someone else has caught your attention, even though he doesn’t really know - but Parrish can be quite persistent.

You hope that after today he’ll understand you don’t want to be with him, not even to hang out for a coffee right there in the break room. He gives you the creeps, he makes your hair stand up on your arms - and usually, when you get these vibes, you’re not wrong.

And he’s not Luke, so there’s no point in him trying to get with you.

“I will show him, if he asks me to.”

Tara holds back a laugh, looking up when the door of the break room creaks open to show Luke walking in with Spencer by his side. They are talking about the last book Spencer read and you’re tempted to pinch Luke’s waist when he walks past you, but you stay quiet.

It’s too early to flirt with him.

Spencer grabs his mug, filling it with coffee.

“I’m going to get back to work. - mumbles Tara, rolling her eyes - It’s going to be a very tough day and I already want to go home.”

You laugh at her announcement, nodding. “Oh, you don’t know how much I understand you.”

When Tara leaves the break-room, leaving you, Spencer and Luke all alone, you turn your complete and undivided attention to them. Needless to say, Luke is staring at you and Spencer yanks a chair to sit down to your side.

You lean over, pressing your usual kiss on his cheek. “’Morning Reid, ‘morning Alvez.”

“Did you start the TV show I talked to you about yesterday?”

Luke is silent, following your every move with your gaze. He wonders how your lips would feel over his cheek as well, how your scent would inebriate him once you get too close - in that moment, he’s incredibly jealous of Spencer.

He wants to be in his place.

“No, I fell asleep on my couch before I could even grab the remote. - you explain with a quick shrug, looking up at the other man standing in front of you - Alvez?”

He doesn’t realize you’ve been trying to call him, moving your hand in front of his face. He’s too busy staring at your mouth and how your lips, so pink and plump, are moving to let the words roll off your tongue.

You snap your fingers, finally catching his attention.

“You’re staring.”

Luke blinks, touching his nose before looking away. “I was thinking.”

Spencer chimes in. “About what?”

If looks could kill, Spencer would’ve been dead before Luke set eyes on him. You hadn’t noticed this exchange of looks, thankfully, because if you had, Luke would’ve kicked Spencer’s ass - respectfully.

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at Spencer. “Leave him alone.”

Spencer tries his best not to laugh, taking a sip of coffee. You take another look at Luke as he turns around, giving you his back, and walks towards the fridge of the breakroom to pour himself some cold milk inside of his own mug.

Biting your bottom lip, you walk towards him and touch his shoulders.

Luke doesn’t even turn around, but you can see him almost jumping at your touch.

It’s the second time in a row you touch him and his reaction is always the same.

“You okay?”

Luke’s nose twitches, his eyes finally meeting yours as he grabs the bottle of milk. “Yeah, sure.”

You hear the sound of the breakroom closing and you notice Spencer has disappeared, probably knowing that you would’ve thanked him later for leaving you alone with Luke. You will definitely take Spencer to lunch or dinner one of these days, because he has been trying his best to set you up with your colleague - and even though he failed immensely, he tried.

That’s cute.

“You were staring at my lips.”

Luke snorts, shaking his head. “I was admiring your lipstick. It’s a nice colour.”

You take a sip of coffee, your mug almost empty. “I’m not wearing any.”

“Then, your lips have a really nice natural colour. - replies the man, closing the fridge with a soft thud before pouring it inside of his mug - And a nice shape.”

So many compliments, you’re not used to them so you just smile politely.

“They’re soft, too.”

Luke stops in his movements, looking at you. “Oh?”

You trace the edge of your mug with your finger, your heart ready to jump out of your chest. You’re not sure why you said those words, but they’re definitely pushing you to be even bolder than usual - and maybe, just maybe, he’ll understand you’re desperately trying to get with him.

His eyes are still widened, your words have shocked him.

Well, you shocked yourself as well but he can’t know that, right?

You lean forward, placing a hand on his chest before getting on your tiptoes and whispering one last sentence to him: “You should try them, I’m sure you’d love them.”

And then you’re out of the door, leaving Luke completely flabbergasted.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You open the text message from Luke as soon as it dings on your phone.

“Hello, Alvez!”

He responds immediately: “Are you coming to Rossi’s party tonight?”

You lean against the frame of the door, already dressed up for the evening. Tara told you Luke was coming as well, but you’re surprised to hear him asking if you’re there – he should know that you’re always free for Rossi’s parties.

You and your colleagues are always welcome to enjoy some Italian wine.

And you’re in the mood to have fun, to enjoy a night out with everyone – but Spencer can’t make it tonight, he said he wasn’t feeling well. Which is why you’ve spent the entire morning at his place, taking care of him as if you were his nurse: you made him lunch; you brushed his hair; you helped him get dressed up and you even read to him, watching him fall asleep.

Spencer needed someone to help him out, and you were more than happy to do so.

You can tell a friendship by these things, not by what is going on between you and Luke.

“Of course, I’m getting ready now. Why? Do you need a ride?”

“Actually, I’m driving to your place right now. I’ll pick you up so you’ll be able to drink tonight and not worry about driving back home. Hope you don’t mind! x”

You furrow your eyebrows, walking towards your mirror to fix your dress. It’s okay to ride with him, but why did he worry more about you drinking than yourself? You were planning on drinking, of course, but not that much.

It’s nice that he wants to pick you up like a prince, but it feels weird.

You didn’t ask him and you’re pretty sure you told everybody on the team you were going to call an Uber, so maybe he just wanted to be extra sure you’d be able to drink without worrying about someone taking advantage of you. Either way, you’re not going to reject his not-so-subtle order and run with it.

“Wow, you’re such a gentleman! It makes me all hot ;)”

“I have another way to make you all hot. ;)”

Giggling at his immediate reply, you shake your head and run your fingers through your hair. He can get you blushing and laughing like a teenage girl through the phone. It’s getting harder to hide your feelings for him as his power over you grows more and becomes dangerous.

Ah, you hate him.

“I’ll be there in five. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.”

You toss your phone on your bed and get ready for the party, rolling your eyes.

Luke will pick you up so you must be perfect.

You fix your hair; you check your makeup; you put on a new dress, much shorter than the previous one; you change your shoes with a sexier pair – it’s more uncomfortable but you’re going to keep your mouth shut, and forget about it.

Staring at your own reflection in the mirror, you left out a soft sigh.

Is this sufficient? Will it snag his attention for good?

You put your phone inside a small pochette, heading to your living room before checking yourself one more time in the mirror. You get out of your apartment before you decide to change dress once more – you can’t be late; you don’t want Luke to wait too long in his car.

As you emerge from your apartment, you notice Luke’s black car parked in the parking lot.

His heart skips a beat when he sees you heading towards his car, wearing such a short dress. A dress he’d love to take off your body with his mouth.

He doesn’t know if you put on something like this because you’re in the mood to look hot or because you want to impress someone, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve impressed him and you always will, because you look stunning in everything you wear.

In everything you do.

Opening his car door, you sit on the passenger seat. You turn your head to look at Luke, noticing how his eyes are shimmering under the faint lights of the vehicle, and he’s staring at you – or, in his own words, he’s “admiring you”.

You did the right thing by choosing this dress.

He can’t take his eyes off you, he doesn’t know how he’ll survive throughout the party. It’s already tough to have you next to him because you’re making it difficult to breathe right now, but he has to pretend he’s okay – he has to drive, he doesn’t want to be late.

Unless you want to be late...

“You look incredible.”

Blushing, you playfully smack his right hand. “Oh, stop it. I already know.”

Luke chuckles, placing both his hands on the steering wheel as he drives out of your parking lot. Your eyes immediately land on the way his fingers are gripping the steering wheel and the manual gearbox, wondering how those fingers would feel all over your skin.

His grip would be so tight, so fucking perfect all over you, marking you.

Biting your bottom lip, you force yourself to stop staring at his hands. If you keep doing that and focus on those long fingers, you won’t be able to think straight for the rest of the night – and when you’re horny, you’re quite difficult to handle.

You put your seatbelt on and place your bag over your thighs, tapping your fingers over the cold fabric.

“Spencer is not coming tonight.”

Luke cocks an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off the road. “No? How come?”

As you shrug, you run your fingers through your hair. “He’s not feeling well. I went to his apartment this morning to keep him company and he’s actually pretty sick. Aside from the cough and the headache, he looks as if he ran the New York Marathon in the rain barefoot. You know what I mean?”

You don’t want to say he looks like shit because you love him, but… he does.

Luke nods, allowing a short laugh to escape his lips. “Ah, I get it. I’m gonna call him tomorrow, see how he is and if he wants me to go over to his place.”

You smile, blinking. “I’m sure he’d be glad to hear from you. He’ll probably ask you if you if I had too much wine or tried to steal a bottle from Rossi’s canteen.”

Your colleague holds back a laugh, snorting. “Would you do that?”

“Ask that to my drunk self. I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens. Rossi always offers me the best wine there is around. – you reply with a chuckle, smiling softly when you spot the crinkles by his eyes, a signal of a true smile spreading over his mouth – But I’ll be a good girl tonight, I’m not going to get that drunk. I would never want to bother you with my drunk self, I can get pretty annoying and touchy.”

He shrugs, glancing at you before moving his eyes back to the road. “A good girl.”

You hum, looking at the road in front of you. “I can be one when I want to.”

“I find that difficult to believe. – says Luke with a smirk – We’re almost there.”

You don’t know if he said those words to tease you, but he said them which means he thinks them or he has thought about them – he thought about you being not a good girl? Maybe they don’t mean anything, maybe you’re reading too much into everything that has been spilling out of his mouth ever since this weird tension has grown between you.

You’re tempted to text Spencer and ask him what he thinks about this, but he’d probably answer you with the same words he has been repeating to you ever since you decided to confide him everything that has been happening with Luke.

“Take the initiative. Then, ask him out. The rest will come easily.”

The first time he said that, you burst out laughing. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit that you were actually interested in Luke, mostly because you felt way out of his league and not worthy of him and his time. When the days passed and your feelings grew stronger, you realised that you were completely and utterly fucked.

The only way to get over it, was to just admit your feelings for him to yourself.

When you did, Luke started to tease you.

“This is my favourite shirt you own, by the way. – you break the silence, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you – Bordeaux is your colour, it fits you perfectly.”

Luke is grateful you’re not looking at him right at the moment, otherwise you would’ve noticed his cheeks heating up because of your compliment.

“It’d look…”

Laughing, you finish the sentence for him. “Much better on my bedroom floor. I know. I guess we’ll have to put your words to the test.”

Your colleague releases another laugh, shaking his head. “Are you asking?”

This time, you turn to look at him and focus on how his lips are twitching into a smirk. You want to kiss that smirk away, you want to feel his lips pressing over yours, you want your tongue to melt with his, you want everything he can give you.

“Do you flirt with everyone like this, Alvez?”

He parks his car, unbuckling his belt. “No, only with the woman who caught my attention.”

Without allowing you to say anything else, he steps out of the car – not before taking a quick look at your shocked expression. You’re faced with the intensity of the moment, his words sinking into your brain and turning it into a mess as you try to unbuckle your own belt without screaming.

He’s having too much fun teasing you, it’s not fair.

He’s not going to get away with this, tonight you’ll make a move.

Once you’re free from the seatbelt, you get out of the car and grab him by the elbow. Luke glances at you but doesn’t say anything, walking by your side with a hand on top of yours. The warmth of his fingers grazing your hand makes you smile.

He’s tempted to slide a hand behind your back to see your reaction, but he doesn’t want to push his luck too far tonight.

When Rossi opens the door, you’re the first one to step inside his mansion.

Luke, on the other hand, tries his best not to frown when you let his arm and hand go.

JJ hands you another glass of wine, sitting on the chair next to yours.

“I saw you arrived here with Luke.”

You take a sip of wine, your eyes staring at the man not too far from you laughing with Tara and Emly.

“Yeah, he picked me up at my apartment, actually. – you tell her – He said he didn’t want me to worry about driving back in case I drank a little much.”

She raises an eyebrow, smirking at you. “I don’t believe that for one second.”

You agree with her, this can’t be the only reason why he picked you up. At the same time, you don’t want to read too much into it just in case you get disappointed – it has happened before, and it hurts like fucking Hell.

“Do you think he’s trying to push me somehow?”

JJ moves her eyes on Luke as well, noticing him glance at you a few times while you talk. He’s not listening to the conversation because he can’t hear you and JJ talking from where he’s standing, but he’s interested in what’s being said about him.

“Well, Y/N, we both know he is doing that.”

You bite your bottom lip, swirling the red wine inside your glass. You’re not sure if you believe JJ, mostly because Luke has always acted this playfully with you since you joined the team, but at the same time you noticed it got bolder after a certain time.

And, most importantly, he’s not like this with anybody but you. This must mean something.

“Have you tried asking him if he has feelings for you?”

You widen your eyes, shaking your head frantically. “I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

Sighing, you put the glass down. “Because he’ll never admit he has feelings for me. Why would he?”

“If you don’t make a move, he might not make one either. – explains JJ, scooting closer with her chair to yours – And honestly, we’re all tired of seeing you two bickering and flirting like teenagers. We want you guys to be together because that’s all you both seem to want, even if you’re too stubborn or scared to admit it.”

Good explanation.

She’s not wrong, you want to be with him.

However it’s difficult to just tell him the truth, because you’re not a courageous person.

“What if he’s flirting with me just because he can sense I’m interested?”

JJ places her glass down next to yours. “You know Luke Alvez, he’s not a player. He might be a tease, but he’d never flirt with someone just to lead them on and pretend he’s interested even if he’s not.”

She’s right, once again.

You hate being this insecure. If before you thought you were going to spend the entire night teasing him and pushing his buttons, now you don’t know what to do.

When Luke walks away from Tara and Emily, directed to Rossi’s kitchen, you stand up from your chair. JJ winks at you and tilts her head, allowing you to understand she’s telling you to follow him.

So, you do.

You grab your empty glass of wine and walk straight inside the kitchen, finding Luke with his arms crossed to his chest and his eyes on your face. He has a playful smirk over his lips, as if he just caught you doing something illegal.

“What are you smirking about, Alvez? – you ask, pretending as if he just didn’t notice you following him – “I’m here for a glass of water and another slice of pizza, don’t flatter yourself.”

He shakes his head, grabbing the water bottle. “Right, let’s say I believe you.”

Rolling your eyes, and mentally slapping yourself across the face, you get behind the counter right next to him and you offer him your glass.

Luke fills it with still water, leaving the bottle on the table beside you before taking a few steps back. He leans against the stove with his arms now crossed on his chest again and looks at you, his stare burning into your skin.

You’re tempted to turn around but you can’t, terrified he might ask you something compromising.

“Admit you can’t stay away from me, that’s why you’re here.”

His words spark something inside of you. “You wish, Alvez.”

He hums, leaning forward just enough for his breath to hit your bare shoulder. “I could see you staring at me while you were talking to JJ.”

Oh, fuck.

You face him, sipping on your water. “So what? Can’t I just look at somebody while I’m talking to a colleague?”

“Of course you can, but you should remember I’m pretty good at reading lips. – says Luke, your eyes widening at his sentence – Don’t look at me like that, Y/N.”

You’re quiet.

You can’t get a single word out of your mouth.

He read your lips, so he understood what you told JJ.

And now? What are you going to do?

Why isn’t Spencer here? You would’ve begged him to free you from this situation, but he’s not here and you can’t back away from the conversation without letting Luke win. Without letting him know that yes, you do like him and you want to be with him – just like you told JJ.

You want to cry right now, why is it so difficult?

You had no problem flirting with him earlier, so why would it be a problem to just let the truth come out and see if it helps your relationship with him?

Maybe this is the right moment to set things straight.

“What do you want, Luke?”

He glances behind you, making sure there’s no one there. Then, he takes a few steps forward until you’re pressed against the counter – your hand is wandering over the table, trying to find something to steady yourself on.

His body is gently pushed against yours, his mouth a little too close to yours.

“You.”

Shivers are running down your spine, your eyes focused on him. You’re not even sure you’re breathing, mostly because he’s extremely close to you and he’s literally pressed against you without worrying about the others.

What would they think if they saw you like this?

Rossi would freak out, the others would let out a sigh of relief, probably.

You blink, your right hand gripping the edge of the counter. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been called worse. – whispers Luke, his fingers grazing over your chin before gripping it tightly and tilting your head just enough for his lips to brush over yours – You have no idea what I want to do to you, Y/N.”

You gasp when his other hand slides underneath your skirt.

This is happening too fast, your brain is spinning and you feel like you’re drunk.

You’re not, you just had two glasses of wine – normally it takes at least three more glasses to actually get you dizzy. You’re completely sober, it’s just his touch that makes you feel like you’re walking on air.

And it’s fucking incredible.

“Then, show me. I dare you.”

Before you could spread your legs just enough for him, Luke pulls away and pretends as if he was stretching his arms. His eyes are still on your face, not wanting to forget a single detail of the desire that flashed behind your eyes and heated up your cheeks.

You turn around with a frown over your face, confused as to why he completely stopped instead of actually doing something. You were ready to allow him to do anything he’d wanted to you, right there, but then you spotted Rossi walking with JJ inside the kitchen.

Dammit!

That’s when it hits you.

“I’m not feeling that well. – you manage to whisper loud enough for Rossi to notice – I think I had too much pizza.”

Luke blinks at your words, holding back a smile when he realises what you’re doing.

Definitely not a good girl.

“Hey, Y/N. – says Rossi, interrupting your conversation – Are you okay?”

You shrug, putting your best lying-face ever. “I don’t know, I had too much to eat. Maybe it’s better if I go home, I don’t want to be sick here.”

Luke nods, placing a hand over your shoulder. “I’ll take you home, I don’t want you to call an Uber in the middle of the night.”

JJ doesn’t say anything, covering her mouth with a hand before looking at you. It’s pretty obvious you’re faking everything, but Rossi seems to have bought your lie – maybe JJ knows you’re faking because of what you talked to her about earlier. Either way, it doesn’t matter. She winks, knowing exactly what’s happening, and gives a thumbs up without Rossi noticing.

“I’m really sorry, Dave. – you whisper, pulling away from Luke to hug your other colleague – Next time I won’t eat as much as tonight.”

David shakes his head, hugging you tightly. “It happens to the best ones. Thank you for coming here anyway.”

Luke walks out of the kitchen with David, leaving you and JJ alone.

When you’re sure there’s no one around, JJ widens her eyes and her mouth. “You sneaky little minx!”

You put a finger over your lips, signalling to keep quiet. “I followed your advice, kind of.”

“And it paid off! – says JJ, giving you a quick hug – Go, your lover is waiting for you. Have fun! Don’t spare the details, okay? I want to know everything.”

She doesn’t have to tell you twice.

The ride home is silent, you expected nothing different.

You don’t dare open your mouth and speak, terrified of ruining the atmosphere that you created inside Rossi's kitchen.

There are many thoughts running through your head at the moment, unspoken words lingering in the air and unanswered questions stuck in your throat as the soft melody plays through the speakers of the vehicle.

You’re not sure he’s driving to your place even though the road is the same as before. You’re not sure he still wants you, you’re not sure you know what is going to happen but you’re going to take everything you can and everything he’s going to give you.

Suddenly, Luke’s hand slides over your thigh and you gasp at the sensation of his fingers nuzzling the fabric of your skirt up. You barely move, simply enjoying the warmth of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine. Your skin is now completely exposed to his eyes and so are your black panties, panties that will soon fly on the floor along with the rest of your and his clothes.

You suck in a breath when his fingers move up again, now a little too close to your inner thigh.

“Luke.”

He stops his movements, terrified he might’ve pushed you too far.

Instead of a vocal response, you grab his hand and you push it right between your thighs.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Smirking, you lick your bottom lip and you spread your legs a little better. You’re expecting Luke to keep on driving, but he doesn’t – instead, he parks his car on the side of the dark road that leads to your apartment.

All the lights are down but you can see the silhouette of his face.

You bring your hand up to his face and you get close to him, the tip of your nose touching his.

“You’re tempting me.”

His hand slides underneath your skirt, his fingers brushing over the damp spot in your panties.

Your body is betraying you, showing him how eager you are to feel his touch over you – it’s annoying, you can’t even tease him without him noticing that you’re dying, desperately needing to be touched by him.

“And what are you going to do about that, Alvez?”

The way his name rolls off your tongue is enough for him to push him.

He uses his index to cast your panties aside, your wetness immediately coating his fingertips as you suck in a breath. You close your eyes, his mouth brushing over yours once again without actually covering it for good with a breathtaking kiss – a kiss you’re dying to receive.

“I could take you right now.”

You whine, his thumb pressing over your clit.

The gesture pushes you over the edge, a loud moan echoing through the vehicle.

“Oh, yeah? – you whisper, the desire spreading through every cell in your body – And how would you take me?”

Luke chuckles at the way your voice is creaking because of the pleasure, his thumb gently drawing circles over your clit. He admires the way your shoulders are shaking, how you’re throwing your head back against your seat.

You’re squirming, closing your legs around his hand but he pries them open.

“Definitely not here, because I’d like to take my time with you. – whispers Luke, yanking another whine out of your throat – Look at you, so fucking wet for me and I barely touched you.”

You immediately run your fingers through his hair, pulling them lightly. If he keeps doing this, you’ll come right there – and you’re dying for him to make you come. You desperately want to feel that electricity run through you, you want to show him how good he is to you and how good you are for him, moaning his name. His thumb rubs over your clit, toying with it before you feel a rush of adrenaline running through your body.

“Please, Luke.”

He hums, biting the tender skin right under your chin. “Please what, doll? What do you want?”

You whine, bucking your hips against his hand. “I need to come. Please, let me come.”

“Good girl. – he whispers, licking the skin he has bitten – Not yet, though.”

And just like he started everything, Luke stops as well.

You widen your eyes, your heart ready to jump out of your chest. What the fuck does he think he’s doing, teasing you this way and not even making you come? Does he want you to go completely crazy, riding him while he’s fucking driving?

You’d do that, if only you didn’t care about dying!

Luke cleans his thumb off your arousal with his tongue, while using his free hand to start the engine of the car once again and get back on the road. You taste superb, he can’t wait to settle between your legs and drive you crazy with his tongue.

Panting, you close your legs and your eyes. “I hate you.”

He laughs at your words, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, doll. Once we're at your place, I’ll be at your mercy. For the entire night, for as long as you want.”

“For as long as you want.”

That sounds like a plan, because you’ll always want him.

“Drive faster.”

Suddenly you’re even more excited than before, tapping your fingers over his car door while you look out of the window. You recognize your neighbourhood and your apartment down the road, an apartment that will see two people sinning for an entire night – on every fucking surface of your place, in every room, for as long as you want.

Or, as your body can take.

“You know, you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

Luke says nothing, the car stops right in front of your apartment.

You’re the first person to get out of the car, immediately running towards the entrance of your house. You don’t want to risk staying outside and having your neighbours witness you making out with someone. As much as you love your neighbours, you don’t want them to know when you’re getting laid.

Like tonight.

Nobody needs to know what you’re doing.

Luke steps inside your living room, closing the door behind his back.

You take off your shoes and leave your bag on the couch, before you turn around to face the man right behind you. He’s staring at you as well, probably studying your face and trying to read your mind in order to decide what to do to you first.

You have a list of all the things you’ve always wanted to do to him.

You’re not sure you’ll be able to do everything to him tonight, but... something tells you you’ll have a very long time to tick the things off your list.

“You’re staring.”

You both say the same thing at the same time and, of course, you both burst into laughter.

All the nerves creeping up on your neck disappear, leaving you with an intense desire to touch him and to be touched by him. So you run towards him, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you finally kiss him.

It doesn’t take long for him to realise you’re kissing him.

And as soon as he understands that, he kisses you back.

All the tension, all of your feelings, all the desire that have been slowly building within you are crashing through the kiss you’re sharing with Luke. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be in the moment and enjoy his beard scratching your skin, his lips moving against yours, his fingers digging in the soft skin of your thighs, his heart beating fast in his chest and how he’s trying to hide his little moans against your mouth.

You don’t care; the kiss lights a fire deep in your body.

You back away inside your living room, Luke following you with his hands sliding down your thighs – and you’re sure he’s trying to pick you up, but you don’t want to be lifted. It’s much hotter to stumble around the room like this, it’s... funnier.

And it’s definitely something that will bring a smile to your lips.

Your tongue melts against his, the kiss still messy and heated just like before. You grab Luke by the collar of his shirt, backing away until you finally reach your hallway that leads you to the bedroom.

While you’re walking, you can feel Luke unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders.

“So eager to fuck me, aren’t you?”

Luke hums against your lips, not really wanting to stop kissing you. He’s already addicted to the way your lips are perfectly pressed against his, how you taste like red wine and desire, how you squirm when his hands touch you or caress you, how you moan over his lips and kiss him even deeper.

“So eager to get fucked, aren’t you?”

You shrug, your hands roaming all over his chest. His skin is soft, his abs are perfectly defined as you draw lines all over his torso with the tip of your fingers – still trying to back away, to reach your bedroom and end your misery.

You don’t really mind having sex pretty much everywhere around your house, but you want the first time with Luke to be somewhere fucking comfortable: your bed.

“I’m not saying no. – you mumble against his lips, giggling when Luke rolls his eyes – Oh come on, it’s not like you didn’t know this.”

He runs his hand up your back, unzipping your dress as you finally step inside the bedroom. You stumble against the nightstand beside your bed and Luke laughs, keeping you on your feet instead of letting you fall flat on the floor.

It’s dark inside but you don’t care; you need to be on that bed and with him on top of you in the blink of an eye, or you’ll start crying.

You’re desperate.

“Fuck, sorry. - you whisper, gripping his broad shoulders - I can’t see anything.”

And you’re fucking needy, you want this man to absolutely fucking ruin you but you can’t say it without boosting his ego a little too much. He's never going to let this go and he’ll probably use this to tease you for the next few days - and probably months or years.

Luke presses his body against yours, keeping an arm around your waist. “How about we turn the lights on? I don’t think we can do this without any source of light. It’d be hot, but I’d like to enjoy the view.”

“That’s a good idea. - you whisper, using your right hand to touch the wall behind you until you finally find the switch - Ah, there it is.”

When you turn the lights on, you almost pass out at the sight in front of you. You push your dress down your body, completely exposing yourself to his eyes: he slides your panties down your legs, throwing them away from you.

You’re only wearing your bra while Luke is still half-dressed.

Luke is shirtless, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is messy and he has these hungry eyes studying you as if you were prey and he was a lion. That’s fucking hot, you could literally drop to your knees right now and put your mouth to use.

But you don’t, mostly because Luke gets on his knees before you could realise it.

You run your fingers through his hair, gripping them. “Who would’ve thought I’d have you on your knees for my own pleasure?”

Luke lifts his shirt, looking up at you. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone, just you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest and you’re tempted to make fun of him right now, but you’re scared of saying something that will make him stop everything he’s doing. You can’t take punishments, teases and snarky comments right now - all you desperately seek is his mouth between your legs.

“Good to know, now shut the fuck up and put your mouth to good use.”

Luke slides both his hands behind you, squeezing your ass before slapping it hard.

You let out a shriek that turns into a low moan, widening your eyes and feeling yourself grow even wetter because of the gesture. Did he just spank you? And did you just let him? Of course you did, because you’re a sucker for this man.

As you tug on his hair, your brows furrow a bit. “Hey! Be nice.”

“Oh, I will. Lay down on the bed for me. - whispers Luke, pressing a soft kiss right below your navel - And spread your legs.”

You don’t even give him the time to finish the sentence because you’re already splayed on the bed, with your legs wide open just for him. Luke giggles at your neediness, admiring the way your body is responding to both his order and the desire he can see glistening between your legs. He can’t wait to bring his mouth right there.

It’s like a dream coming true, he was waiting to do this for so long.

You unclasp your bra and you throw it somewhere around the room, covering your breasts with your arm.

“So eager to please me, aren’t you? - he whispers, running his hands all over your thighs before placing another kiss below your navel - Look at you. So beautiful, all mine.”

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip. You can’t even get a word out, too overwhelmed with desire and neediness as you close your eyes. You want him all over you; you want his mouth between your legs; you want him to do whatever he wants with you.

You’ve been waiting for too long.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Y/N? - asks Luke, his voice confident and stern - It’s truly distracting. I don’t know how I was able to control myself around you. It was tough, though. I kept dreaming about dragging you into the conference room and doing this.”

Luke pushes her body to the center of the bed, towering over you.

You’ve never seen a man as beautiful as Luke, with those dark luxurious eyes and his sinful lips - the same lips that will bring you an immense amount of pleasure in a moment. He runs his fingers down your side and back up to your breasts, twisting and flicking your right nipple.

Arching your back, you stroke his hair without breaking eye-contact.

“Next time you want to fuck me on the table inside the conference room… Please. Do it.”

Luke laughs at your words, his mouth kissing down your ribcage before travelling south to reach the soft skin right underneath your navel. You suck in a breath when his tongue swirls around it, before his teeth sink into it and leave a red mark.

You can’t wait to see how he’s going to mark you later.

“Fuck, Luke. Please, don’t tease me.”

He grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Shut up. I don’t want to gag you but I will if you don’t stay quiet.”

You whine but close your mouth anyway, not wanting to disobey him. His voice is so fucking hot and raspy right now, you can see and feel the desire flashing behind his eyes and his touches - it’s breathtaking.

Luke brushes his nose against your skin, looking up at your face. He knows you don’t enjoy being teased; he knows he shouldn’t tease you because he’s desperate as well - so he doesn’t, going straight between your legs where your glistening core is.

Without giving you a head up, Luke flattens his tongue and takes a long lap at your slit, the outer lips tinged with the salty taste of your arousal. This is exactly what he needed, this is exactly what you need.

Keeping your legs wide open, you let Luke have his way with you.

You want to squeeze your thighs; you want to beg him to do more but his relentless tongue is making it hard to think straight or even get a word out of your mouth. You knew he was going to be great with his mouth, but fuck, not like this.

You shuffle underneath his grip, moving your hips forward to meet his face as his tongue dives deep inside of you. Using his thumb, Luke massages your clit and you’re pretty sure your whole body is on fire, electricity running through you.

Completely breathless, completely at his mercy.

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop. - you stutter, your voice is nothing but a whisper - Oh, Luke.”

His name rolls off his tongue so easily, as if you were made to moan it as loud as you could.

You use both your hands to grip his hair, tugging hard on it as a chorus of moans and curses leaves your lips. You’re already close even though he just started touching you and giving you exactly what you needed, but you don’t care - and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t, as well.

There will be another time where you can both enjoy each other for as long as you want.

Right now it’s all about desire, about ending each other’s misery.

Luke fantasized about eating you out for a long time, wondering how your moans would sound like and how you would act with his face between your thighs, his tongue buried inside of you. He thought about how you would grip his hair - just like you're doing now; he thought about how you would beg him to never stop - just like you’re doing now.

This night will be forever stuck in his mind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His tongue slides around your clit, his lips wrapping around it before he sucks gently on it and sends you over the edge. You tug on his hair once again as you fall down the cliff, your first orgasm striking you hard.

Luke doesn’t stop, going back to fucking you with his tongue. He wants more, more, as much as you can give him tonight - he doesn’t care about waking up your neighbours, he doesn’t care about the pain coming from your nails scratching his arms or your fingers pulling his hair.

He wants to give you as much pleasure as he can.

You push a hand behind his head, his mouth covering your core as his tongue keeps hitting all the right places. You don’t know for how long he does this or why he’s doing this without going crazy and fucking you right there, but you don’t care.

The pleasure is fucking amazing; you wish it never stops.

“Luke, fuck, you’re… Fucking relentless.”

He doesn’t even hear you as you speak, completely focused on the pleasure he wants to give you and trying to forget his painfully hard cock still covered by his trousers. His tongue swirls and runs all over your clit before diving back inside of you, your own arousal drenching half of his face and pooling right underneath your ass.

You will change the sheets tomorrow, or whatever.

Luke looks up at you, admiring the way you’re arching your back and how your breasts are bouncing up and down as you try to fuck yourself onto his tongue. He runs his hands all over your chest, twisting and playing with your nipples as another shout leaves your mouth.

You know you’re close again.

He sucks your clit, flattening his tongue underneath his before sliding his right hand down your body to find your core. Before you could even open your mouth, two fingers are being pressed into you and curled right where you need them to be.

A wave of pleasure sends shivers down your spine, your mouth opens in surprise.

“Oh my fucking God, Luke.”

You place the bottom of your feet over his shoulders, bucking your hips against his face as you allow him to touch you so perfectly. He captures your clit with his lips, sucking and giving his tongue a break as he starts fucking you with his fingers.

And that’s when it hits you for the second time.

You reach your second orgasm of the night, your thighs quivering around his head as you feel your heart ready to jump out of your ribcage and run away. The pleasure blinds you for a couple of seconds; you see little white dots in front of you as you manage to come down your high, wondering how the fuck you’re still alive.

You thought you were done, you thought you were finally going to feel him inside of you but Luke doesn’t pull away. Instead, he looks up at you and locks yours with him while his fingers are still inside.

He strokes your walls with the tip of his fingers, pressing them on the soft indentation inside of you - the gesture makes your toes curl in pleasure, a loud moan leaving your mouth that sounds very similar to his name.

“You take my fingers so well, doll. I love the way they look inside of you.”

Of course you take his fingers so perfectly, they were made to touch you and use you and pleasure you.

You collapse back on the bed, keeping your legs wide open. You keep whispering a chorus of little “yes, please, oh” - a chorus of little words that is sending Luke crazy.

He loves overstimulating, and he’s definitely loving doing this to you, seeing how good you are for him, and how long you can take this before crumbling beneath him. You already feel yourself slip towards the third orgasm of the night.

So you start moving your hips, grinding against his fingers as if you were riding another part of him - that you hope will be inside of you soon. You hear the wet sound of your arousal coating Luke's fingers, bringing you closer and closer each time Luke curls his fingers. Clenching around him, you yank his hair once again and you hear a low moan.

Does he like it when you do this?

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic. - whispers Luke, his voice sounds so dominant and hot right now - You’re such a desperate whore, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but nod, not even knowing what he’s saying.

“Can’t get enough of this, can you? Using my fingers to fuck yourself, desperate to please me and show me how much of a slut you are. - says the young man, quickening his pace with his fingers - Since you want to come so bad for the third time in a row, why don’t we see how many times I can make you come?”

You’re tempted to shake his head and see if he takes the challenge anyway, but you nod. And that makes him go even faster with his fingers, his thumb brushing over your clit as you clench your walls even tighter around his index and his medium finger.

“Fuck! Luke, please, just fuck me. I need you, I need your cock right fucking now.”

Luke laughs at your words, feeling exactly how much you need him. “Is that so, doll? You’re so desperate to have my cock inside of your pretty pussy. Why don’t you take it, then?”

Before you can even open your mouth and realise what he’s asking you, Luke pulls his fingers out of you and pushes them right into your mouth. You widen your eyes, your hands trying to touch him and unzip his pants but he pushes them away.

Luke takes his now clean fingers out of your mouth as he takes off his trousers, throwing them on the floor along with your dress and the rest of your clothes. He looks at you, trying to see if you’re really interested in going further with him – and when his eyes are met with the same desire as before, he pins you down against the mattress.

You can barely breathe, his right hand gently squeezing your throat.

“Mine.”

You can’t help but nod, opening your mouth to say something. Luke spits right in your mouth, no warning whatsoever, and you can’t do anything but swallow what he gave you – not that you mind, actually. What he has just done tells you how much you’re doomed, how you’re actually his and how you have no control right now.

You don’t care, you want him.

Swallowing down, you show him your tongue.

He smirks, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking it lightly before pushing it up and down your folds. Your arousal is coating his cock, lubing it up perfectly for what’s going to happen.

You haven’t even seen his cock but you can feel how big and thick he is. You can’t wait to feel him.

Luke settles between your legs, your thighs closing around his waist. “Not so talkative now, huh?”

You place a hand behind his neck, pulling him down so that your lips can meet again in a messy kiss that leaves you completely breathless. He’s right, though; you’re not talkative because the desire has been blinding you since you stepped inside his car earlier.

You’re overwhelmed. You want him to use you, you want him to ruin you.

If you open your mouth now, the only words that would roll off your tongue are pleads and begs or curse words because he’s not hurrying up.

“Please.”

There are tears in your eyes and Luke wipes them away, pecking your lips. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll take very good care of you.”

You know he will.

Luke looks down between your bodies, the faint lights of the room barely showing your body. He grips his cock and brushes it over your clit, a soft moan leaving your mouth as you close your eyes and throw your head back.

“If you don’t hurry up...”

He chuckles, squeezing your throat once again. “Shut up. I’m enjoying the view.”

When he enters you, his cock stretches you so perfectly and deliciously, you can feel your soul leaving your body. You knew he’s big, you knew he’s going to stretch you like this to the point you have tears running down your cheeks - but fuck.

This feels incredible.

The warmth of your walls, the sweet sounds coming out of your mouth, the scratches of your nails against his skin are enough to push Luke even further. He sinks inside of you, watching the way your body welcomes his cock inside of you so deep.

And he’s fucking gone.

He doesn’t even hesitate to immediately pound into you, slamming his hips hard enough to push you against the headboard. You grip it with your right hand, using the left one to scratch his back and release some of the tension slowly building within you.

“Fuck! Luke, fuck. - you whisper, his mouth travelling down your neck where his hand used to stay - You feel so fucking good, oh God.”

You know you’re not going to last long, the third orgasm approaching quickly.

Luke places both his hands on each side of your face, his mouth covering yours with hungry kisses as he keeps his pace hard and fast, just as you like it. Your arms are locked around his neck, your legs closed around his waist as you try to move your hips to meet his.

You writhe underneath him, throwing your head back. You can feel the pleasure spiking inside of you, the overwhelming feeling of your body slowly losing control is making everything feel way better than before.

You wonder if Luke can feel how lost you are in your own pleasure.

“Luke, Luke...”

You keep calling out his name, shaking and quivering underneath him. Luke doesn’t stop moving inside of you, driving into you with long, steady strokes as he brings his hand between your bodies to find your clit.

And when he does, you’re completely gone.

The third orgasm takes over your body, white spots right behind your eyes as they roll in the back of your head. You don’t know for how long you’re coming, your thighs shaking as little gasps are coming out of your mouth - the pleasure seems never-ending, his pace quickening to allow you to ride through your orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh God, Luke, please. Don’t stop.”

Luke brings his mouth on your neck, biting the tender skin of your throat. “I’m not planning to.”

He knew you were going to feel this good around your cock and he doesn’t even know how he’s lasting so long for you, but he’s grateful his body is not betraying him. He wants to give you everything; he wants to wear you out to the point you’re completely spent on your own bed - and you’ll feel him for days.

Even when you’ll be alone.

Even when you’ll be at work, behind your desk.

Even when he’ll look at you and smile at you, as if his face wasn’t between your legs for what seemed like hours.

“Do you think you can give me another one, doll? - asks Luke, his voice is raspy and you can feel the desire slowly reaching its peak inside of him - Please?”

You nod your head, but you’re not sure you’ll be able to.

You’re oversensitive, the pleasurable strokes he’s giving you are slowly turning into painful ones but you don’t care. You can take a little pain, because you know it’ll soon turn into pleasure - especially when he’ll come, when you’ll see him completely let go of himself.

“Come on, doll, take it all on your own like the good girl you say you are.”

His words of encouragement are enough.

The pleasure is already spiking inside of you, his thumb pressing and massaging your clit. You grip his shoulder, his body stiffening on top of you as he moans and curses out your name; you wonder if you’re making him feel this good, if he’s not coming because he wants to see you come undone once again before letting go.

So you do what you do best.

“Please, Luke, come for me. - you start begging him - Please, I need your come. Give it to me, I need it so bad.”

Luke stares you down, his lips twitching into a smirk as he pounds inside of you.

You try to grab the bedsheets to steady yourself but they slip from your fingers, a sheen of sweat covering your whole body.

You’ve never felt this good before in your life.

Luke is just so fucking good at everything he does, it’s not fair.

His pace quickens even more, his strokes now hard and irregular. You can feel your eyes roll in the back of your head and soon enough you’re coming for the fourth time, your voice lost in your throat.

“Where can...”

You don’t let him finish his sentence, grabbing his chin. “Inside of me. Come inside of me, breed me like the fucking whore that I am. Please, please, please.”

Luke grits his teeth, surprised by your choice of words. He’s not going to disappoint you at all: if you want it, he’s going to give it to you until you’re crying, until his body gives out and collapses on top of you.

“You’re a fucking cumslut. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Your walls are clenching painfully around his cock, your face showing nothing but pure bliss as he finally lets go of himself. He spills his seed deep inside of you, painting your walls just like you expected him to.

Your eyes widen at the gesture, his warmth filling you ever so perfectly. You could come just by the feeling, but you can’t - you’re totally spent, overwhelmed with pleasure and exhausted from everything he has given you.

This is the first time you’re tired after sex.

“Fuck.. - whispers Luke, collapsing against your body with his face buried in the crook of your neck - Fucking Hell, Y/N.”

You close your arms around his neck, your legs falling over the bed. You don’t even have the strength to keep him there, you’re tired and your legs feel like jello. Is this how sex with Luke Alvez is? Completely utterly satisfying but extremely exhausting?

You can’t wait for the second round.

Luke stays between your legs for at least five minutes, trying to catch his breath and make sure you’re breathing as well. You stroke his hair with the tip of his fingers, smiling at the thought that the tension built between you two has finally snapped and brought you exactly where you wanted the other one to be.

You’re sure this night will change your relationship with him forever.

Satisfied, Luke pulls out of your body and watches the way his come pours out of your body as you squeeze your thighs together. He pries them open, collecting his semen with the tip of his fingers before pushing it back inside of you - and you whine at the sensation, biting your bottom lip and not looking at him.

If you do, you’ll get wet again.

“I told you I was a good girl.”

Luke laughs at your words, shaking his head. “You are, indeed.”

When you are both done with cleaning each other up, you jump back into bed and quickly cuddle up against his chest. Luke is drinking a glass of water but when you join him back on the bed, he puts it on the nightstand and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

You nuzzle against his neck, smiling softly with a hand over his chest.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

You draw circles on his skin, humming. “Go ahead.”

Luke grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” you say, looking up at him

He snickers, shaking his head. “Y/N, I’m serious.”

You roll over his body, placing both your hands on his chest. “Oh, I know. I’m so glad we finally let go like this, I was waiting for you to make a move.”

Luke leans over, kissing your lips so gently.

Totally different from before.

“Does this mean you’ll accept to go out on a date with me?”

“Only if you keep kissing me.”

Luke smiles against her mouth, reconnecting his lips with yours.

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PAIRINGS: Father! Yandere! Enji Todoroki x Daughter! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, soulmate AU, fluff, slight angst, nsfw, kissing, praise kink, virginity kink, size kink, bathroom sex

A BNHarem Collab!

AN: my longest piece to date! the prompt this month was sex work, so i decided to stretch the prompt and do sexual slavery. wanted to go for a softer version of daddy endeavor, so please enjoy <3

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The mark on his wrist was one that was shared with yours. Enji had given up on finding his soulmate, deciding that his career and legacy were far more important than some silly marking on another’s body. Love was something he thought he could go without. But when he saw your bright eyes gaze up at him, your chubby hand wrapped around his index finger, his heart had fallen hard—such a sweet, gentle thing. No traces of fear, of disdain, of disgust for him as a human being. Just pure curiosity and unconditional love. His heart leaped for his little girl.

Enji was determined, then and there, that he would never fail you, not like he forgot the others.

Oh, what plans he had for you, his precious princess. He couldn’t wait to spoil you, to marry you and start a new family once you were old enough. Rei realized this as well. Her youngest daughter, her last hope at salvaging her broken family, was to be had by her husband. The thought frightened her, especially after seeing the adoring look in her husband's eyes when she saw him cradle you for the first time. It was so unlike the stoic nature he held for the other children when they were born, only caring to see that they were healthy before leaving off back to his agency, never giving them more than a fleeting touch. It was nothing like when he held you, snarling at any nurse who dared to take his soulmate from the grips of his arms.

Something that had Enji’s conviction more so than his career was something to be feared. Your mother swore to herself that she would not let her husband ruin you.

Once he fell asleep with you tucked in the crook of his arm, a social worker came and collected you to be sent to a foster home and be set up for adoption. It was better than falling into the hands of the monster of a husband.

After the death of Touya, the pair decided to have one more child in hopes of fixing their broken family, but Rei now knew it was for naught. Nothing could save them know, especially now that Enji had nearly burned the building down when he discovered that his little girl was gone, just hours after he had finally found you.

Rei alerted the commission as well for your protection, that utter bitch of a woman. They very well couldn't have the number two hero caught in an incestuous bond with his daughter, now could they. All information of your whereabouts was hidden from him, blacklisting him from working with any foster children, lest he loses his hero license. Enji may have lost you for the time being, but his patience grew as he did. They couldn't keep him from you forever. You'd be reunited one day; he knows it.

The first time he saw you again was when you were fifteen. It was your birthday and the day he had become the number one hero officially, plenty of reason to celebrate. Usually, he would have taken the time to sit near the rose bush he planted in your honor in his courtyard on your birthday, renewing his vows to find and love you to the best of his ability. Enji took great pride in keeping your memory alive with the bush for his beautiful little rose gone too soon from his grasp. But there you were, mere meters from him.

The foster home you stayed at took you out for dinner when he was meeting with Hawks after the billboard awards. Your eyes were unmistakable, a perfect cerulean just like his own. He was so close, yet so far. My, how you had grown since he saw you. Unlike him, you bore your mark proudly on your wrist, not ashamed to admit to the world who your soulmate was. Not like you actually knew who it was anyway.

Enji was prepared to leave Hawks at the table; a new flame lit under his ass, one far more exhilarating than the thought of being the number one hero. He was up and on his way to speak to you before Nomu attacked him. Damn villains, they'd pay for separating the two of you once again. But his conviction only grew stronger. It wasn’t hard to find you after that; he knew what city you were living in. Instincts lashed out at him, demanding that he go sweep you up and hide you away. No, no. That would make you frightened; he can't have that. He’ll watch from the sidelines, waiting until you were of age to make a move. He was curious to see just how life as a foster child was treating you.

Growing up in the foster system had been a nightmare from hell for you. A cursed child is what they saw you as when your skin sprouted flames every time it was touched by the human hand, burning everything and everyone who came in contact with it. From the moment your quirk manifested, you were an outcast, an untouchable, unlovable freak. Someone destined never to feel the touch of their new parents, their lover, their soulmate.

It wasn't long before you realized that you would remain in the foster system until you aged out. Who would adopt a child they couldn't hug when they cried, hold their hand when they crossed the street, snuggle up to when it was chilly outside? Any potential parent was taken aback by your quirk once you reached for the warm touch of mommy and daddy, only to singe their hand or burn a hole in their shirt.

You learned quickly that your touch was something to be feared, that you were something to be feared. You supposed that’s why you looked up to him so much. So much so that you thought about him late at night when the loneliness seemed to drown you in the sea of your insecurities.

Endeavor was the only one who could understand you, understand your quirk. If only your soulmate mark could match him, maybe you feel the warmth of another human being without hurting or mauling them with your power. Abrasive he may be with the media, but there something about him that was so comforting and endearing to you. In your eyes, he was simply misunderstood, a gentle giant amongst the mass personalities of the other pro heroes.

Watching his interviews brought you comfort when you were lonely, his merchandise made you swell with pride and confidence, and his posters on the wall reminded you that you were never alone. It was a silly crush, but it made you feel better about your miserable life.

You even got to see him on your birthday! Well, not exactly. You happened to be in the same restaurant when your foster parents took you out for your birthday. It was apparent that they just felt bad for you, having looked after you for 15 years only to still have custody of your sorry ass. You were almost certain that they were going to kick you to the curb the morning of your 18th birthday.

Too bad they never had the chance. That fate would have been much kinder than the reality you faced now.

Once the Paranormal Liberation Front had effectively ripped society up by the roots and let the tree of life rot for the world to see, your foster parents packed their shit and left the country while you were at school. You’d been alone in the world ever since and were snatched off the streets, ready to be sold into slavery by the villains of the world. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being bought like a bitch from the auction floor.

Enji, on the other hand, was more than eager to do just that. After his public smear campaign by his allegedly dead son, he was dead to the world, finally abandoning his family for good in hopes of finding his beloved daughter. His life was dedicated to searching for you, having managed to track you down through his vigilante work. He likes to lie to himself and say that he’s continuing to fight for the greater good, but Enji does it just to have the chance to see your sweet face again. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he’d rather see his fiery end than to give up. That's how he found you at the auction.

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Another auction night was approaching, which meant another night of humiliation and being displayed like a slab of meat for a crowd of degenerate wolves. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being sold; no one wants a fucktoy they can’t touch. It reduced you to physical labor for your captors, but you were better fed because of it. That didn’t mean they still didn’t try to sell you.

After being stripped down into nothing but a collar, leash, and a muzzle, you were brought to the stage and shoved in front of the ravenous, roaring crowd. You could feel their stares seep into your bones, the grime from the floor on your bare feet only adding to the overwhelming sensation of disgust you couldn’t even begin to describe.

The crowd’s excitement was raucous, jeers and shouts echoing off the halls of the underground auditorium. Masks covered their faces for the sake of privacy lest a vigilante break-in and hunt them all down. Even in the lawlessness of the world, heroes were still crawling everywhere to trail after even the slightest scent of villainy. Doesn't mean they’ll win, but hey, the death of a hero is just the same as the auction was to them.

“Up next, a darling girl with a fiery quirk!”

That was your cue. A handler had a fierce grip on your leash, giving it a few tugs for good measure as the crowd laughed at your stumbling. The auctioneer began to list your qualities and physical attributes, including your quirk.

“And she’s a virgin!”

Added for good measure, the crowd fell silent after listening to the abilities of your quirk. You couldn't hate it anymore; it's what was keeping you from being someone’s onahole until the day you kicked the bucket.

“Can I get $10,000?”

Ah the starting bid. The silence was relieving. Just a few more moments and you'd be off that damn stage.

“No? Going once, going twice, going-”

“One million.”

A booming voice came from the back row, the depths of the shadows to further hide the masked man who just bought your life. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Outstanding! One million dollars for the young lady!”

“Going once.”

It couldn't be.

“Going twice.”

This can't be happening.

“Sold for one million!”

No!

You were supposed to be unwanted, just like you have been your entire life! Yet some mysteriously familiar man outbid the entire auction for little ol’ you.

“Off the stage, bitch.”

The handler snarled, yanking you off the stage and causing you the fall and bruise yourself in the process.

“Watch it!” He spat, picking you up by the roots of your hair. “The merchandise needs to be handled carefully before reaching the customer. Let's hope he doesn't mind some bumps and bruises. For your sake.”

“That won't be necessary; I'll be taking her as is. Immediately, if you will.”

The mysterious man stood had already made his way backstage and behind you, standing formidably over your stark form. Your hair was released, dropping you back to the floor.

“Excellent, sir! I’m more than happy to get this welp off my hands.”

A brief exchange was made while you recovered on the floor, shaking in fear as the situation weighed heavily on your already broken self. The handler took the money and returned to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together.

The stranger crouched down to you and extended a hand to brush the stray hair out of your face, touch remaining tender and gentle when you flinched harshly.

“My poor girl, what has the world done to you?”

His coat enveloped your body as he scooped you up in his arms. The scent of him comforted you more than you would have liked to admit. Teakwood and coffee grounds filled your senses as he held you flush against his chest, leaving the auction house with a renewed sense of vigor.

You were placed in the backseat of a car before he dressed you in simple pajamas.

“Rest. You deserve it.”

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At some point in the car ride, you let yourself fall asleep only to wake up in a cozy king-size bed wrapped up in a soft blanket next to a warm fireplace. The false sense of comfort lulled you for a few moments before your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The anxiety you'd had known your whole life had finally kicked back into gear, forcing you out of bed and into the rest of the house.

It was daybreak, the sunlight slowly trickling in through heavily curtained windows as you walked through the halls and into the kitchen. The man was standing over the stove, sans mask, dressed in a wife-beater and his pajama bottoms. It couldn't be-

“Come in; breakfast will be on the table in a moment.”

Now you were certain.

“Who are you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you buy me at the auction?”

A deep, rumbling chuckle flowed from the man.

“I think you know the answer to that, little one.”

His focus was retained on the meal in front of him. “I’ll explain myself over breakfast. Now sit.”

You couldn't help but feel compelled to obey him. While sitting, you took the time to honestly look him over for the first time in your life. Never did you think you would be so close to your childhood crush in such a domestic setting.

He had noticeably greyed but still possessed a majority of his red hair. Muscles were still taught and budging, but he had grown a little bit of a belly. Endeavor was as handsome as ever, aged like a fine wine that you couldn't wait to sip on.

The food was placed in front of you as he took the test next to you.

“Eat and have some water. Then we’ll talk.”

Once again, you obeyed him without question and refrained from eating like a rabid animal. It wasn't even a question, so much so that it is evident that you hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. You were still muscular from the labor you did for your handlers, though.

And Enji liked that about you. How resilient you were, he loved that you inherited his strength but still possessed Rei’s gentle nature. Not that he wanted to credit that woman for anything, but he couldn't deny the obvious. You were his strong, beautiful little girl who had to endure so much because his bitch of a wife decided to separate you from him.

But he was here now, ready to give all his love and protection to his only love. It took everything in his power not to swoop you up from your seat and hold you in his arms until his last breath.

Enji watched you eat, pride swelling in his chest at the thought that you liked his cooking. He couldn't help but wonder what your favorite meals were as well. There's certainly all the time in the world to get to know his little girl now that he had you. And he was never going to let you go.

Your breakfast was devoured quickly, both out of desperation for a real meal and answers to your questions.

“Why did you buy me from the auction?”

It was a complicated question, but you wanted a simple answer.

“I’m your soulmate.” His wrist was on display as he reached across the table to hold your hand.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Your one, shining hope was meant to yours and he wanted to be yours. You didn't even question how he knew at all.

His touch was warm and slightly rough, but it was welcome all the same. Even though your skin was lit aflame at his flesh against your, he paid it no mind. He was built to take your quirk, to take you.

“Endeavor…”

“Please, call me Enji.” His thumb rubbed over the palm of your hand. “I’m sure you feel better after having something to eat.”

“Why don't you go take a bath? It’ll help you relax, I can take care of your dishes.”

It was strange how insistent he was on taking care of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy the attention. He seemed to care for you in a way that went beyond caring for a partner, or in your case, a soulmate. But who were you to judge? It wasn't like you had a lot of experiences to use as a comparison.

Making your way back to the bedroom, you took the time to study the house you were in. A traditional, well-kept home, it practically looked like it was untouched. And maybe it was; buildings and homes fully intact were hard to come by these days, let alone ones that were clean and warm.

Enji seemed to lull you into an instinctual sense of safety, even though he bought you out of slavery. Just because he was your soulmate didn't mean that he had good intentions for you, but somehow, his presence alone filled a void in your heart that you had forgotten was even there.

Once you made it to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, you drew yourself a bath just like Enji had instructed you to do. It wasn't the wisest decision to let your guard down like this, but the man already had plenty of opportunities to fuck you up by this point.

The water was warm and inviting when you sank yourself into it; you couldn't remember the last time you had warm water to clean yourself with. It made you feel light and hazy, slipping into a headspace you had long forgotten—a place of safety and comfort.

Three raps on the door pulled you from your haze as Enji entered the bathroom with fresh towels. Despite the fact that he had already seen you naked, the intimacy of the situation only left you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“Let me help you.”

He kneeled next to you outside of the tub and pulled a lavender chamomile shampoo from the tub’s shelf. There was room to protest, but you couldn't find yourself willing to do so.

Water was poured over your head before he started a lather in your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp for a while. Even this simple touch made you shudder, it was a long time since you last felt the warmth of someone’s touch. And everything about this man was warm, for you at least. His words, his touch, his heart.

Conditioner was added to your hair as well before he moved onto washing your body. The scrub was gentle across your skin, his hand following after it to help keep the suds from rising too much. Strong hands massaged your back and your neck, both of which needed the much-deserved relief.

“So tense.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of you as he massaged out all the knots and kinks that had built up over the years with your handlers. His touch should have made you flinch but you found yourself pressing into it. A small moan escaped your lips as he worked through a particularly tender spot on your neck.

“Are you enjoying this?”

His lips ghosted your ear as warm breath tickled your cheek and neck.

Your face flushed with a fiery warmth from a combination of the steam, your embarrassment, and the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his hands worked at your tired skin.

“Let me help you relax, sweet thing.”

Enji picked you up momentarily to slot himself behind you in the tub. Placed on his lap, you gasped when you could feel his erection hard against your back. Fear started to trickle into your veins as you squirmed slightly, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“Shhh, it's alright, you're okay.” His hand made its way to your throat and rested there gently, stroking over your artery with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I've missed you.”

His touch made you feel alive, feel wanted for the first time in your life. You couldn't help but whine when his other hand made its way down your body, gently groping your breast as his lips were pressed to your ear.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

His fingers toyed with your nipples, obviously skilled.

“Do you trust me to make the sweetest love to you?”

Another whine caught in your throat as his hand went further, cupping your sex in his much larger hand. He kneaded gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when you writhed in his grip.

“Please! Enji-”

Shushing you gently, Enji’s thumb made its way to your clit to stroke in small circles.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

You were used to touching yourself, but oh God it never felt like this.

“Good!” You managed to choke out in a wanton moan. “So good! Enji, please, I need-”

A warm pair of lips sealed over yours, silencing you once again. Enji knew how wrong this was, to take advantage of you like this without revealing the truth. But he wanted at least to just once to have you in his arms willingly and eagerly. He wanted to kiss you breathless, listen to your cries and feel your nails dig into his skin as he gave you all of himself without a fight from you. He can worry about revealing himself to you later.

The rough pads of his large fingers started to apply pressure to your clit as his middle finger slipped into your tight hole under the water.

“Don't worry, little one. I'll give you what you need.”

Soft kisses were trailed along your cheek and hand that was on his that was still holding your throat tenderly. Finger pumping in and out of you, Enji whispered sweet praises to you as he felt your hole clench around him.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

Your breathy moans and whines only served to harden his cock. He felt like a teenager all over again, closing to cumming just from the sound of your voice.

Another finger slipped into your tight core, careful not to overwhelm you too fast. It was obvious you'd hadn't been touched before, not even by yourself. You felt full but greedy for more of his touch.

“Deeper, Enji! Please, can you?”

You were babbling at this point, writhing in his lap as he fingered you nice and slow with thick digits. Enji hummed as he pressed further into, curling his fingers into your G-spot.

Your cry was loud as he began to abuse your most sensitive spot, fully squirming in his arms as tears of pleasure breached your eyes. The sensation was too overpowering for you, making you thrash and arch in his arms.

“Shh, you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay; I'm right here.”

His fingers continued to stroke in a curled fashion, thumb still circling over your twitching clit. Enji kissed you again, deeper and more fierce as he began to fuck you earnestly with his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling.”

Squealing, you gripped his forearm and cried helplessly into his mouth. The build was slow and intense, allowing your orgasm to wash over you in waves of pleasure rather than a blinding, quick light.

“E-Enji!” You wailed. “Enji!”

You shook in his arms, holding onto the larger man for dear life as you experienced your first orgasm. It seemed like Enji knew your body better than you did.

No words were exchanged between the pair of you, but you could feel the tension of your desired hanging thick in the air. This man was going to take your virginity, here and now.

Enji removed his hand from your throat and between your legs in order to maneuver you to sit facing forward in his lap.

“Are you ready for me?”

His honesty made you flush even more. Biting your lip nervously, you hesitated to answer. Were you ready? It wasn’t like you had much of choice; the man could very well take you by force if he so chose to. But you felt safe in his arms, safe with him.

“Let me help you, my love.”

Warm, large hands gripped your backside as he held you steady above his cock. Your hand reached down to line yourself up with his throbbing sex, lowering yourself down on it slowly.

It burned in the best way, stretching you out fully as you pressed your forehead against his chin.

“Good girl, taking my cock so well, darling.”

A pitiful whine left your throat at the praise, hands gripping the forearms that held you in place.

“Can...Can you hold me?” You whimpered. “Please?”

Enji’s arms enveloped you and pulled you flush against his, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath tickled his ears, making him groan lowly once he bottomed out inside of you.

“Such a sweet girl you are, taking all of me on your first try.”

Another whine responded for you as you ground your hips down on his.

“E-Enji.” You whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer. “Enji!”

“Be still, little one.” Hands back on your hips, holding you in place near the tip of his girthy length. “Let me take care of you.”

Hips in place, the man began to thrust up into you slowly, holding you tight as he stood up from the water. You only gripped and nuzzled yourself into him further, letting out sweet whines and whimpers into his ear while he thrust into you.

Your back was placed against the cool tile of the wall when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. Even in this position, he was still at least another head taller than you.

“Look at me when I make love to you.”

Through wet eyelashes, you gazed up at his eyes and let your mouth hang open as he rolled his hips into yours. His eyes shut briefly when he moaned, hissing at the feeling of your wet cunt hugging his cock so well.

“You were made to take my cock, little one.”

Arms reached up to wrap around his neck as he thrust into you, taking his time to make his strokes slow and deep. His hips were flush against yours when you asked him, “Kiss me, please? I want all of you Enji.”

Your bold proclamation stunned him for a moment before yielding, placing a deep kiss and a hot tongue against your lips.

His thrusts became faster as he kissed you with more passion and vitality. For an old man, he certainly had his stamina up to par. Your fingers thread through his red and grey tresses, tugging him closer to you gently as you moaned shamelessly into his mouth.

The pleasure in your core was more intense, fiercer this time around as his thrusts became hard and fast. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled bathroom walls as the both of you felt your orgasms coming.

“Enji, fuck!” You whined, beginning to squirt on his fast-paced cock. “I-I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, princess.”

With a choked sob, you creamed yourself all over his cock, which continued to pound into your hole before he groaned your name and came deep inside you.

Nothing but the sounds of the water sloshing and your labored breathing could be heard as you both came down from your highs.

After a moment of rest, Enji pulled out and wrapped you in a towel before laying you gently on the bed. A towel was wrapped around his own waist as he looked at you fondly, brushing stray hairs out of your eye sight as he sat next to you on the bed.

“I must ask, how did you end up at the auction site?”

What a loaded question, but the intimacy you two shared allowed for it.

“I was kidnapped off the streets after my parents abandoned me when the prison break happened.”

He sighed gruffly and took your hand in his.

“What utter fools, tossing aside a beautiful rose such as yourself.”

His thumb traced over your soulmate mark. You still had yet to know how he knew before ever meeting you.

“It's alright; I never considered them my family. I just wish I could have met mine, but at least I met my soulmate.”

A crinkled smile adorned his face.

“You've done more than meet them.”

What could that have meant?

“I’m your father and your soulmate, little one.”

A rock hit the pit of your stomach as you retracted your hand from his.

“That isn't a funny joke, I'm serious.”

“So am I.” His hand was quick to snatch your back. “What could I possibly gain from lying to you?”

“P-Prove it.”

“Our soulmate marks, I saw yours the moment you were born in the Hosu hospital before my wife separated us all those years ago. I can recite your birthday if you'd like me to, for good measure.”

Fuck, he really wasn't lying. A lump formed in your throat as tears sprung in your eyes.

“Why would you do this to me?” You whispered, barely even able to hear yourself.

“Because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. Ever since I saw you for the first time in the hospital, my entire life has changed because of you. All I ever wanted was you.”

Enji was quick to shush your cries, using his free hand to wipe your tears away.

“Will you forgive me for being selfish?”

The disgust and horror filled everyone of your senses, especially when you came to a realization that he was everything you've ever wanted.

What came out of your mouth next stunned the both of you.

“You can apologize by begging on your knees and cleaning me up with your tongue, Daddy.”

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