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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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changes hurt | part 10.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)

Pairing: Steve x black!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You smiled as you saw Steve’s shoes at the door once you opened your room. He had put up most of his stuff, taking almost half a week to do so. You guys had been spending a lot of time alone despite the fact that he was now in the duplex with you. The decision of becoming an Alpha again weighed heavily on your mind and it wasn’t something you ever discussed with him. Whether you were pulling away or he was, it was hard to tell. Steve almost tripped over you as he entered the room, muttering apologies.

“Thought you were still downstairs, doll.”

“Finished working out, Sam and I were only doing some yoga. I want to relax with you.”

“You did yoga?”

“It’s the only workout I can kind of do.” You lifted up the hand that still had the IV connected to it.

Steve finished putting up the last of his things and joined you on the couch. After making sure the IV tube wouldn’t be smushed, you two put on a movie. About halfway through, Bruce came up to finally take out the IV before leaving you and Steve to finish your date night. He was watching the movie and you were watching him.

“You can’t see anything that way,” Steve said when you shifted around.

You buried your face in his chest even more, taking in the scent. Everything about him invited you in and made you want to stay there forever. It was right. It all just felt right. You kissed a line from his chest to his lips.

“You know I love you right?”

Steve stopped staring at the TV to look at you. Your eyes were trained on his shirt as if you couldn’t look him in the face when he responded. He intertwined his fingers with yours. His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand. Your first breath came out shaky before you took in another one.

“I just need you to know I love you.”

Steve paused the movie and sat up, dragging you up with him. Your hands cupped his face and just held him. Steve’s hands on your upper back pushed you closer to him. He kissed you with intense fervor, tongue running along your bottom lip before pushing past your mouth. There was a brief moment to catch your breath— only seconds before Steve was making out with you again. Your hands tangled in his hair and you began to grind your hips back and forth. Without any difficulty— being both a supersoldier and already in an upright position on the couch— Steve stood up and walked you both up the stairs to your sleeping area.

You bounced a little when you hit the mattress. In one clean motion, Steve pulled his shirt over his head. Like the first time you two had made out on the couch, your wrists were pinned above your head. Your back arched into Steve’s touch. He hissed a little when you bit down on his shoulder. It was rough between the two of you. Just a clash of teeth and skin, both of you working out your frustrations through primal, physical means. Steve’s fingers gripped your hips so tight you wondered if there would be bruising the next morning.

“Harder,” you whimpered into his mouth. “Please, Alpha.”

That spurred Steve on to make you both feel as good as possible. Your mouth fell open and Steve moved from kissing your lips to kissing right above your scent gland. He changed your positions, smiling when he heard you moan.

“Just like that,” you moaned.

“Like this? You’re doing so good. So good for me, Omega.”

“What?” You tensed up, Steve misinterpreting the clenching around him.

“My. Perfect. Omega.”

Each word was accentuated with a thrust before Steve collapsed on top of you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and rolled off of you. The moment he was off you sprung up out of the bed.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just need to pee.”

“Right, no UTIs,” Steve said with a sigh and flopped back down.

Your phone was in the bathroom from where Steve had placed it on the charger while you had been in the hospital. Grabbing it, you texted Wanda and Nat. They responded in less than a minute. You heard the shuffling of Steve getting out the bed. He said he had to go because Sam and Bucky texted him about needing something. You brushed off his apology as you pulled some clothes from the laundry basket and told him to go see what they wanted. It was maybe two minutes after Steve had left that more footsteps came up the stairs.

“(Y/N)? It’s just us, got Sam and Buck to distract Steve.”

It was Wanda. She and Nat tried not to hold their noses at the very obvious stench of what you and Steve had just been doing. You walked out the bathroom and into the arms of your friends. The three of you sat against the foot of your bed and you broke down while talking to them.

“I just freaked out. He always makes me safe but— I don’t know.”

“What was it exactly? Just the word?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah. I love Steve and him being my Alpha. I love being his but I don’t know. I don’t think I can be what he wants.”

“He wants you,” Nat said. “You can feel it radiating from him every time you step into the room.”

You shook your head.

“He wan— he needs an Omega, someone he can take care of. That’s Steve’s MO, taking care of the weak and being needed. Now that there’s a chance to fix me…”

“Fix you?” Wanda asked.

You cringed, knowing you had said the wrong thing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Didn’t mean it like what? Being an Omega is something you need fixed? Because we’re all weak and pathetic. Right?”

“Wanda, I don—”

“Maybe you should learn to be happy and not look down on us. Steve’s a good Alpha and so many Omegas would die to have someone like him instead of a shitty Alpha.”

She stormed out of the room, shaking off your hand that tried to grab her. Nat patted your knee and got up to try and reason with Wanda. You knocked against the floor in anger. It was too early to sleep but that was all you wanted to do. Try and start the day again, shut off all thoughts. Instead, you had to stay up. So you sat against your bed and let the tears stream down your face.

You could smell Steve before you could see or hear him. The sound of his footsteps coming upstairs wasn’t enough to make you move or even try to wipe away the tears. Steve crouched down in front of you but you pulled away from his touch. Getting up on your own, you hid under the covers of the bed. Steve frowned watching the action. What could have happened in the few moments the two of you were away that could have led to this?

Your whole body was under the covers— not even a bit of your head poking out. Steve cuddled around the blanketed lump that was your body and even though it wasn’t as good as holding your bare skin, it was good enough. Especially when you scooted back to be more in his hold.He looked over your blanketed form to see the box with the vial and syringe resting on the nightstand. It was still untouched.

The duplex allowed you and Steve to stay in your room for the rest of the day but still be entertained. Once you had calmed down, finally coming out of the covers, you pulled out a bunch of different board games. You were tied for the who was winning. Even though there were still tear stains on your cheeks, Steve was happy to see a smile on your face. He tried pressing in the middle of your game of Twister but you wouldn’t tell him the problem, saying it wasn’t a big deal.

You showered first, needing to get started on your hair care routine. Steve took the opportunity while you were deep conditioning to jump into the shower himself. You looked around the room. Warmth settled in your chest at seeing Steve’s stuff everywhere. You no longer had to go into his closet and steal his stuff for your little nesting pile— it was only steps away. His scent was mildly overpowering, having just moved in, but in no time it would settle down to blend with yours.

Steve could hear you humming something as you shuffled around. The crinkle of your plastic shower cap gave away your location in the room easily. He had half a mind to get out the shower just to see what you were doing in there. It always made him happy when he accidentally walked in on you just being in your element. He stopped reaching for the shower knob when he heard extra footsteps come in and then the sound of Wanda’s voice saying she needed to talk to you— he didn’t bring clothes into the bathroom and was positive Wanda didn’t want to see him in just a towel.

“Nat talked some sense into me,” Wanda started.

“Wanda I didn’t mean to insult you, Bruce, or anyone that’s an Omega.”

“I know. I’ve lived like this my whole life, I wasn’t thinking about how it’s not easy for you. If someone made me an Alpha or even a Beta, I honestly don’t know how I would take it. I get it.”

“Being an Omega isn’t something that needs to be fixed, I swear I never meant it that way. But I feel like they broke me, like being an Alpha was a problem and that needed to be fixed.”

Wanda gave you a hug and the two of you collapsed on the bed in a fit of laughter.

“When are you going to take it, do you think it’ll put you off of mission for a few weeks? Bruce said it might not be a quick and simple switch. You were out for like a week with the first serum and that wasn’t even taken properly.”

“I’m not taking it.”

Wanda sat up.

“You’re not? You were crying hours ago. You were in literal tears about Steve c—”

“Calling me his Omega during sex, I know, I know. But it’s not fair to Steve. He bonded with me as an Omega, he wants to be a protector.”

“And you’re okay not changing back?”

“No but I will be. I want Steve more than I want to be an Alpha. He’s my man,” you said with a chuckle.

“You really love him.”

“Took too long to realize it but a hundred percent.”

“That’s sweet. Are you two coming down to movie night?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling better. Save me the big beanbag with you.”

“Are you saying you want to nest with me?” Wanda fake gasped.

You rolled your eyes in jest and slightly pushed her— the other woman tipping over while laughing. Wanda got up to go secure the giant big beanbag in the movie room for the two of you. You opened the bathroom door to be greeted by lots of steam from Steve’s shower. Without much thought, you stripped of your pajamas and got in so you could wash out the deep conditioner.

“I’m sitting with Wanda for movie night,” you said as you turned to face him now that your hair was completely rinsed.

“Alright, Doll. I’m right behind you, go ahead and head on down.”

“You’re still showering? You’re more of a diva than me.”

“Really?”

“Diva Steve,” you said with a mischievous smile.

“I’m the diva?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Steve jaw clenched as you pressed a kiss to it. You jumped out of the shower, drying off quickly and diffusing your hair before tying it up and heading to the movie room. When he was confident that you were gone, Steve finally got out. The syringe practically screamed at him from its spot on your nightstand. Steve grabbed it and the vial. It was in the same vial as the maskers from when you had been disguising that you were still an Alpha. The vials that broke easily just from being dropped once. He stared at it, his strength alone could probably crush the vial.

Tony picked some stupid movie. Whenever it was Tony’s pick, it was almost always a shitty one. But that wasn’t the point of movie night. It was always just to hang out with friends and be a team in a very relaxed setting. You and Wanda were splitting the giant beanbag and the big blanket. You weren’t the most excited that the blanket smelled like Vision but he was her Alpha and you didn’t remember to get your own blanket.

“There you are Capsicle,” Tony said as Steve walked in. “Thought you were gonna miss the movie for a minute.”

“Was just getting dressed.”

You grinned when Steve dropped a blanket on your lap. With no apologies or hesitation, you threw most of Wanda’s blanket off of you and readjusted your own. Steve still stood in front of you. He didn’t even move when you swiped at his legs.

“Steve,” you whined. “I can’t see shit, move.”

He stood there for another moment and when you looked up at his face it read of discomfort— or something else, you couldn’t quite place it. You stopped slouching on the beanbag and sat up straight.

“Alpha?”

Steve shook his head as he crouched down. Steve looked like he was going to cry. You placed his head in your hands, rubbing your fingers through his hair. It made you nervous. Something about his face filled you with a sense of weariness.

“Alpha?” you asked once more.

“No. I haven’t been a good one.”

“What are you talking about Steve? You’re the best, everyone thinks so. I think so.”

“A good Alpha wants their bond no matter what.”

“Steve?”

His words made you scared. Sam sat up ready to comfort you in case bullshit was about to spew from Steve’s mouth. Nat was ready to kick his ass, supersoldier or not— and even though Steve was his brother, Bucky was ready to send him back to the 40s as well. Tony paused the movie that hadn’t really started yet. The team wasn’t sure if they should be privy to what seemed like the start of a very private conversation. Your hands dropped from his face.

“I’m not being a good Alpha for you. You asked me if I knew you loved me—”

“Steve, please…”

He moved to grab your hands with one of his. “Hey, doll, don’t cry. Thought you were my strong Alpha.”

“You’re trying to b— wait what?”

Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out the vial and syringe. Flicking the cap off of the syringe, he stabbed it into the vial. Grabbing your hand, Steve flipped your hand over so the underside of your wrist was facing upwards and pulled your hand towards him to start pressing the needle in.

“I didn’t finish, I’m not being a good Alpha because I wasn’t thinking. You asked me if I knew you loved me and the answer is of course I do. I love you too and not because you’re my Omega but just because you’re mine. And I’m yours. Always will be. I should’ve bonded with you way back when, shouldn’t have left for DC without you.”

He set the now empty syringe on the table. Steve nudged at your neck and bit down. It didn’t hurt as much the second time around. Satisfied bonding with you again, Steve pressed a kiss to your lips.

“My Alpha.”

Steve pressed a second kiss to your lips and then moved to sit on the beanbag with you in his lap.

(end)...

#alpha!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel fic #avengers fic

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somnoservicepupp · 2 months

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waking up i feel their body weight on top of me. comfortably acting as a weighted blanket in our sleep. i go to adjust slightly into comfort and thats when it starts.

their fingers, softly next to my head before, spring like a bear trap to tangle into my curls and grab my hair as hard as they possibly can. they pull my head back to its original position and i let a small whimper out. they whisper in my ear, “morning puppy. why don’t you help me take off your shirt?”

i blush, shaking a little as i try so hard to adjust to the shock of adrenaline from their sudden pull and lean my lower back up as much as possible as they start to slip my shirt off. they have me shift slowly, never fully giving up control of how my body is moving beneath them. when they get my shirt fully off they lean close, “sweet pup, youre so good for me. i think im gonna have a lot of fun with you.”

before i can respond they move quickly, one hand returns to my hair. when i don’t squirm too much it very softly scratches the back of my head, giving me a small level of security and comfort. if that changes at all, i make too much noise or try to pull away, they take a firm grasp on my hair, pull me back into place, and listen until i quiet down or apologize. the other hand pins my wrists down as they move down my body. no gentle kiss to start, i soon feel their teeth dig into my skin. it feels less like a bite and more like a wild animal, locking its jaw down on prey to rip pieces from it. they dont take any chunks from me this time, opting instead to make as much of the space from my breasts to my hips as badly bruised as they can manage.

i let out cries of pain and little other noise. once they’ve gotten bored of using my skin like a chew toy, they return to my face. they give me gentle scratches to calm me down and release my wrists, taking a moment to wipe my few tears away and kiss me. their kiss is passionate and makes me think maybe the pain is over. they rub my cheek and slowly slide their hand down my face to my neck. i can feel them rolling an artery briefly to find where to strike.

the moment they begin choking me i start to worry. their grip is tight and all they are doing is smiling and mocking me. “does the puppy need something?” “oh are you choking my sweet?” “just take let me know when to stop okay?” but that is just to make me comforted for the fun of stealing it away. i try to move their arm, beg them near silently to stop. i can feel my body getting fuzzy, something must be wrong. they surely notice, but still just smile and squeeze, now gentle grinding their incredibly warm hips against my body as they do. things start to slow. i wasn’t exactly fighting back well, but its only getting weaker. they lean down and whisper “now you’ve learned your place yeah pet? i don’t feel like fucking a corpse today, but know that i have that power.” they let go and i gasp. sobbing under their control.

they remove their hands from my hair and neck. i take that time to close my eyes and let a tears flow for a moment as i regain my breath. i feel them shifting but im too busy trying to calm myself to look at why. they’re still sitting on me after all. not much i can do. it takes what feels like a few minutes of slight movements and something being rummaged through on my side for the sound to stop. i take one more deep breath and open my eyes to see what they were doing, now close to fully still sitting on my stomach.

i cant tell if i see it or hear it first. the smooth swish of what appears to be a recently sharpened blade opening above me. they hold it close to my face to let me see it as they look with passionate examination of their own. its well loved, paint chipped with small rust forming on the base. a pocket knife, one for opening boxes or packed in a survival kit. they set it down softly next to my face and kiss me passionately again. i feel them slowly taking off my pants, their pants. we eventually lay naked, them still on top of me. the gentleness and affection shown in this moment makes me calm. i can feel their hand softly running against my thighs, they shift in such a way that allows for them to grind against my cock. i let out soft moans and they do the same. we make each other get wetter and wetter, slow and steady in our action. i relax and close my eyes as i feel myself inside them and let out a shaky moan. my first word of the night “please”. they smile and start to ride me.

i let out a sharp breath as i feel cold steal against my throat and thrust hard into them in surprise. they let out a moan and a short laugh, pressing the blade harder into my neck. the tears return in force as i realize any breath too deep could mean blood. they slowly remove the blade from my throat over time moving it further down. at some point, in the heat of them being on top of me and the two of us moaning and getting closer to release, i feel the very tip of the blade rest over my heart. it never presses fully, but with every thrust up it raises, and with every slide down it falls. the constant pinprick of the knife against me filling me with fear that i can barely process around the pleasure.

at some point i finish. it doesn’t matter as they keep riding me and keep using me. the overstimulation also making the pain from blade slipping against my skin, never breaking but always threatening a break, start to almost feel like relief from what they are doing to the rest of me. when they finish they close the blade and lay on top of me. i let out one final shaky moan as my cock leaves them. they pet my face with a large smile. i am shaking, covered in bruises, thick red lines from nearly spilt blood, my own sweat and tears, and the slowly mixing cum of both of us.

“you’re so good for me puppy. now, catch your breath. i wanna go again.”

#smut #god the kink list on this thing #i am wet #i am tired #i am needy #i had this fantasy maybe a dozen times with slight variation last night into this morning

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introloves · 3 years

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@virgoamajiki: hhnngggg no thoughts just boxer!bokuto fucking you senseless after seeing the other boxer he was supposed to fight that night flirting w/ u just to rile him up and throw him off his game.

— soft dom! bokuto + boxer! bokuto + mentions of harassment in the beginning + overstimulation / dumbification + size kink + comfort + praise + breath play + squirting + fluffy end + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.6k

— part of my boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 1

he can’t blink back the images of you during the fight. the near deafening roars of his name all fadded into nothingness as he stalked towards his opponent- bokuto was dead set on putting him down.

the prick had really managed to get under his skin at the weigh in, picking you out- pointing directly at you and asking why you didn’t hop on over, he said you’d be better taken care of.

you’d sat there, wide eyed, clearly scared and taken back by his words. you only spared him a glance. instead turning with wide eyes at your boyfriend, now scared for the other man. frantic eyes shot up to look for his own- it was clear what you wanted, you looked scared and your face held a look that said;

“bo, please don’t.”

and usually, that look would disarm him completely- but not now- not now when he can see the way your eyes watered and lips trembled at the words.

he is sorry for not looking at you right away, sorry for not giving you the comfort you need-

but he’s not sorry for lunging over to the other side, barreling straight past staff that looked minuscule compared to his towering form. microphones clashing onto the floor with clear intent.

it’s complete chaos, bokutos manager grabbing him, holding him back down onto the seat, hissing in his ear that he’ll have a chance to go at him, “in the ring.”

you sit, dazed by the clamor and rapid snapping of cameras that bathe the two of you like a shower of pure light.

but he sits back down, hand clamped over your thigh, squeezing you, using your body as a stress ball. he can’t even look at his opponent, amber eyes focused on nothing more than your trembling knee- koutarou truly thinks he might kill him.

when he finally enters the ring, it doesn’t take long for the bastard to get dropped. its almost comical how short the match ends— usually bokuto would have put a little more show into it, letting him take a couple of hits before handling it, dragging it out to fluff his ego, showing everyone that he was the king, but not now.

as soon as his opponent is down, spread out on the white canvas- he steps once towards the body— pushed away by the referee in panic with the way he looms over him a little longer than necessary. the referee looking over at his teams side, shoving him back into his corner before calling the end of the match.

he lets his body get shoved into his corner, scoffing at the way the man lays there... pathetic.

bokuto doesnt even react to the roars of the crowd- walks past his team and into the locker rooms.

it feels like it takes forever to get back to you, normally you’d be at the ringside, but for this round he didn’t want you there and you not being able to do that, especially for a fight like this has you on edge. waiting for your koutarou to come home. the tension is almost suffocating when you finally hear the door slam closed.

you know hes not mad at you, thats not who the shake of the house is directed at. bokuto has always been a gentle giant with you— an overexcited, loving, and sweet giant.

he walks straight into the room, tugging off his shirt, shorts, leaving a trail of clothes as he makes a beeline right to you. there’s a deep want, need to have you, it feels like someone’s pressing down onto his chest- a tight ball of... anger and fear swirling around there.

it softens when he see’s you though, cuddled up on the bed, eyes lidded as you smile at him, welcoming him home. when he touches you, your body still warm from an almost sleep, he feels the sharp edges of anger melt away. there was no need for him to angry or scared at the words his opponent had thrown your way- he wasn’t the one about to fuck you to sleep... but the small tingle of fear and anger didn’t leave him completely.

“baby.” you murmur, hands outstretched to bring him into your space, the big body of his instantly melting down to your form, elbows perched on either side of your head- trapping you completely in.

“saw you drop him... first round.” voice heavy with lust and want, he was so strong and powerful and all yours. legs drop down onto the bed to let him in, ready for him, waiting for him.

“yeah, had to.” bokuto responds back, whispering it against your lips before he kisses you, licking into your mouth with heavy strokes of his tongue, all but tracing his name onto the front of your teeth.

“he scared you didnt he?” he growls, hissing at the way your heat wiggles to find his cock. bokuto shifts to hold the weight of his upper body on just one arm, slipping a hand down to tug your bottoms off.

“mhm.” you whimper back, gripping onto his shoulders, body jerking with every pull.

“did you see how i took care of him, pretty thing?” kou spits, pulse quickening at the wetness that meets his knuckle, trailing the back of his hand up your cunt before slipping a finger against your folds, splitting them open to briefly glance at your exposed pussy.

“fuck- course you did, thats why you’re so wet, huh?”

you cant really say anything, because he was right- seeing him knock that man out with one punch, straight to the jaw, sent heat flooding through your veins, proof of it formed in the shape of pure slick painting the outside of your cunt, between your thighs, pooling in your bottoms. its kinda silly, he knows what he does to you, knows you love watching him in his element, eyes hardened and face laxed in total concentration and an air of cockiness to him when he steps in the ring. he knows you love it, cause you’re always drooling into your panties when he comes to you after a match.

“real wet.” he marvels once more, sinking a finger all the way down to the knuckle and all you can do in response is open your legs wider, tilting yourself up to show him how ready and receptive you were for him.

“good girl.” his voice is tight and low- something like a growl with the way you move against his one finger. its enough to snap the string of self restraint he had, pure unbridled energy bouncing off him as he departs from you- just for a second, to kiss you harshly.

its a mix of tongue, spit, and teeth- strings of your passion still hanging from between the two as he leans back to look at your form, wiggling around in need of him.

its okay, he thinks, he’ll give you what you want.

and he does, doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his thick and heavy cock, letting it slap against your cunt a couple times before squeezing the head of him inside- nice and snug. it makes him lightheaded, he cant think of anything but you- a fever crawls up his sculpted back, a need to just sink in and fuck you silly, but he wants something from you first.

“who do you belong to puppy?” he inquires gruffly, not moving an inch, watching the way you blink up at him through tears.

“w-what?” its sudden, your sweet and kind bo almost never talked like this in bed, it makes you salivate, a heat flushing down your back.

“c’mon- tell me who you belong to.” he hisses once more, splaying one of his big, strong, veiny hands across your chest, pushing down- locking you against the bed.

he still hasn’t moved, and the fluttering of your pussy down on the head of his dick makes him grunt- muscled stomach tensing with each one. he comes back to you- a little softer in the way his words sound, carrying that sweetness you know and love.

“please, tell me you’re mine.” he whispers, moving the hand that had you pinned down up towards your neck, rough callouses rubbing against the soft and sensitive skin there.

its a juxtaposition of kind, vulnerable words mixing in with the harsher movements of his strong hand curling against your airway, frantic in the need to hear it from you.

you know what he needs, and you’re more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. your hand moves up to wrap around his wrist, pulling him in close, eyes burning with hot tears forming there at the lack of blood- but you continue, till the next words are all but hissed, high and tight.

“yours, i’m all yours koutarou, my king.”

there isn’t anything he could have done to prepare for that, he stutters, chokes on the lust heavy in his chest, he feels like there’s molten want dripping down his veins- swirling into a tight ball at the pit of his stomach.

all he can do is rear back, hips lifting off you, popping the head of him out and you nearly whine, nearly ask him whats wrong before he slams down in one hard and desperate stroke, catching the skin of your cunt harshly, but its okay- there would have been no way you’d survive in a relationship with him if you didn’t like a little pain.

when his hips make contact with your cunt, puffy lips giving him cushion- he grinds down, smashing your clit down against his pubes.

eyes shut tight, a choked sob tumbling from your lips in response, head teetering back onto the bed.

“koutarou! fuck! fuck!” words high and staccato-ed are echoed out into the room, he feeds off the broken syllables of his name tumbling from your lips.

he looks at you while he squeezes his fingers against the thrum of your quickened pulse underneath his hand- watching your eyes roll back, the whites of them on clear display as lips part, a silent scream painted onto the moments of your face-

the bed groans, creaks with each crushing thrust he gives you, drilling you down into the bed.

“keep saying my name puppy, keep saying it.” he grunts looking at you with a feverish and concentrated gaze, affected in how well you stroke his ego, chest feeling incredibly full, the prickle of his orgasm starts, but there was /no/ way he’d come before his baby.

the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat sweeps down your arching body until his thumb finds your twitching clit- immediately pressing down on it with enough force that his thumb turns white. it rips a scream straight from the center of your chest and your body starts seizing up.

he huffs out a laugh when he sees the way your hips cant up off the bedding- it nearly pushes him back, but he stays unwavering, following the movement of your spasming body.

“koutarou!” his name leaves your mouth in the form of a wail while he batters your cunt, you don’t even know you’re moving the way you are- hands falling to rest pitifully against your head.

“ah- that’s my girl.” bokuto beams, seeing the splash of your cum arch all the way up to hit his tummy- abs glistening with every contraction as his hips drill into you- he gives in, taking the thumb that had been squeezing your clit down onto your body and sticking it into his mouth, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks the cum off his hand, all while keeping your neck pinned down and chasing the frantic movements of your hips.

there’s no immediate reaction from you when he picks up your legs- weak with the strain you’ve put them under, and folds them up to your chest.

the only thing you do is intake a lungful of air, dazed eyes looking up at him- not knowing how he got so close to your face.

it’s the first slap of his heavy balls against your ass that makes you come back from it all-

“p-please!!” you cry, eyes wide. the force of him still pistoning into you makes your body bounce off the shaking bed, and thanks to the squirting orgasm he fucked out of you with his thick cock- building a near searing sensitivity into the walls of your cunt and clit, you cum once more. it’s the final break into a headspace that has you twitch and flail your legs, wiggling against the hold of his arms.

“yeah- good girl.” bokuto grits out, a bead of sweat drips off his face onto your own, and thankfully- it’s what he needs to cum. his eyes are frantic as he watches you- swollen lips, face turned relaxed as you squeeze down around him, looking like the image of fucked stupid.

with the a final resounding smack of his hips into you, his cock jumps, swelling, growing snug inside you before he dumps an almost obscene amount of cum into you.

small twitches of your body lets him know you feel it, his head falls down to land against your chest, keeping you folded as he grits his teeth.

it takes rapid, hard blinks of his eyes to not let tears fall down onto his face. he’s shaky as he finally sits back up, making sure to bring your thighs down gently.

“kou-“ you choke out, looking for him-

he responds by finding your limp hands, still lying up by your head- slotting thick fingers and broad hands into your own.

“‘m right here.” koutarou nearly wheezes out, still reeling from an orgasm that he can still feel.

“that felt good.” your voice is airy and sweet- pitchy and laced with love.

for the second time that night- he laughs, shaking his head while he slips his softened cock out of you.

he picks you up, scooping your trembling form into swollen muscles- keeping you nice and tight against a hard torso.

“you make me feel good.” he whispers into your hair, not caring about the trail of hot cum that leaks out of your fucked out cunt, trails of it running down his leg while he places you on his chest, laying the both of you down.

holding you tight like this, sweat mingling together, residue of cum and tears painting eachothers bodies- he knows there was nothing he should have ever been worried about.

he didn’t have to worry about protecting or loosing you- bodies intertwined, locked into one another proved that you took care of him, gentle hands tracing your name onto the skin of his chest.

“i’m all yours koutarou.” you whisper, nearly falling into the heaviness of sleep.

he once again blinks back the need to cry- he could take all the punches in the world, not even blink, but he was so weak for you.

“yeah... i’m all yours too.” his voice is tender, shaky with emotion, arms squeezing around you tight.

he really was.

#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou smut #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #one shot #au #smut

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punzywunzy · 3 years

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could you write something about dream and reader being like prison buddies and they like hate each other but yk sExUal tEnSiOn and smut? ty!!!

「 I Fucking Hate You 」

pre a/n:

thank you for requesting!

i really like this one! i have a clear idea what i want to do! so thank you for giving me an idea!

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after a/n:

i’ve held this off for the longest time, always coming to a blank in the middle of writing.

my apologies

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warning(s); hate sex, heavy degrading, strong language, choking, breeding?

anatomy; afab (female anatomy)

(i know you didn’t say which anatomy you wished to be written about and i’ll usually stick with gender-neutral when not specified, but i felt like writing afab today)

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you and dream never were on good terms.

and after being locked in the same stupid cell with him because sam was cheap and lazy and didn’t want to walk to two different cells to serve food. you were stuck with this asshole.

you both claimed opposite sides of the cell. the right side being yours with your bed and other personal items with dream having the left.

it didn’t matter though.

having two separate sides of the room didn’t stop the arguing. or the tension.

sexual tension.

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“can you shut the fuck up and go to sleep already?”

dream would not stop mumbling about how he would eventually get out of here and plotting some stupid plan or something.

it was pissing you off. because it was every night. he was like this.

dream scoffed and spoke in a harsh tone towards you, “just mind your own business and sleep, fuckin whore”

he made your blood boil and you couldn’t control you body. you started to get up and stalk over towards his bed where he sat.

“sleep? i cant sleep with you never knowing when to shut the fuck up. just admit, you’ll never get out of here, you’re pathetic.”

you shouldn’t have said that.

you started to walk back towards your bed regretting what you said but was gripped by your hair and pulled back.

you let out a yelp of pain. with possible pleasure in the vocal let out as well.

you thought you were gonna land on dream’s bed since you knew he was the one who pulled your hair but your cheek was met with the obsidian wall. slammed on it hard.

you let out a noise of complete pain this time.

“wow slut, never know when to keep my mouth shut? oh, come on now, you practically moan in your sleep how much you want me”

you. do. what?

you kept your mouth shut. not wanting to embarrass yourself anymore he’s embarrassed you right now. you wiggled and squirmed underneath his hold.

“i fucking hate you.”

were the last words that left your mouth before your pajama shorts were ripped off of you along with your laced panties in one swift movement. the cool air hitting your flushed skin made you shiver and arch your back.

let’s be honest. you’ve wanted this for the longest time. you didn’t doubt if you moaned in your sleep about dream, you’ve fantasized about him for the longest time. before he was locked in prison and now.

but you kept up the facade that you hated his guts. but now was the moment that you were finally getting what you wanted.

you felt two rough fingers attach themselves to your already soaking wet arousal. barely rubbing against you made you whine.

“aw, is my slut so needy for my hands? just wait until i’m stuffing you full with my cock”

you moaned out a little too loud from his words and bucked your hips against his fingers. wanting friction from at least something.

you heard him chuckle from above you. his fingers moving up and down your slick. his left hand still pinning your face against the obsidian wall while his right playing with your arousal.

you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and let your tongue fall past your lips. too deep into the pleasure you were receiving.

“s-so good, so good sir!”

you felt your stomach squeeze just from the words that left your mouth. but fuck, it sure felt so fucking good.

dream sped up his fingers pace. sometimes barely sticking them in and pinching your clit from time to time.

“doesnt that feel good whore? what if sam walked in? i’d bet he join in seeing you so pathetic and useless like this”

you cried out a pleased yell as you came over his fingers without realizing how close you were.

you felt slightly embarrassed but the pleasure overtaking it. you felt so good.

but you wanted more.

he retracted his fingers as well as the hand holding you against the wall. you flopped down on his bed with a satisfied groan.

you closed your eyes only for five seconds till you heard the shuffling of his prison jumper being removed. you whimpered into his bed sheets as you grinded your even more sopping wet arousal against his sheets.

you felt a hard smack against your right ass cheek. you cried out. arching your back to signal you wanted more.

and you got just that.

more smacks landing on each cheek, with each cry from your throat after every one. you felt tears well up in your eyes. it felt so good.

“j-just fuck me already! you’re so useless-“

you felt his cock shove itself in you. you gripped the bed sheets tightly. it was so thick. it was- fuck, painful, but so so good,,,

“fuck! you asshole- it’s too big!”

you fed his ego from that and you could tell he had a huge smirk plastered on his face.

“yeah? mm, we’ll see”

what-

you felt him already starting to thrust in you. pounding into you roughly with a fast pace.

your eyes rolled back and you dug your teeth in the flesh of your hand to muffle yourself.

so fucking good. too fucking good.

you clamped your walls around him to pleasure him too. but he was already pleasured from you.

dream has dreamed of fucking you for the longest time. and he was finally now getting to do just that.

you felt one of his hands wrap around your throat. squeezing his hand tightly.

you unlatched your teeth from your hand and your tongue lolled out your mouth again. drool from your tongue sliding off and onto the sheets.

“you love this dont you? us hate fucking while sam could be on the other side of this cell. i bet he’s stroking his cock listening to me just pound into you.”

another slap to your cheek.

“such a cock whore you are. you’ve wanted this forever, didn’t you? so pathetic, my personal cocksleeve to use when i want”

you were close. yes, yes, this is what you wanted. exactly what you wanted.

“y-yes! i’m your fucktoy! please use me! i l-love your big cock inside me! f-fucking me so hard!”

you heard his breath hitch. he knew he was close with his thrusts slowly getting sloppier.

“gonna cum baby? beg for it. show me how much you wanna cum on this cock”

he reached his free hand around and starting pinching and flicking your clit. you were moaning so loud at this point, crying from absolute pleasure. you knew for sure sam heard the both of you.

“oh my god, oh my g- fuck, c-cum- i’m gonna cum so fucking hard!

please! let m-me cum!”

you felt him smacking your pussy and with a few more thrusts from him hitting a certain spot in you, already had you cumming. too deep into the pleasure without realizing he never gave you permission. but at that moment, dream wanted release too. not caring at the moment.

he was so close. and you wanted it so bad. to be filled with his cum. for him to claim you. his own cum slut to use and claim.

“y-you want me to cum in you? beg for it baby, show me you deserve my cum”

the overstimulation was so much for you. you just wanted his cum.

“p-please! fuck, sir! please cum in me! use me all up and claim me! i’m all yours to use!”

one final thrust and you felt your eyes widen as your felt his seed flow in you. your hands frantically searching for something to grip onto.

so fucking good.

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#dream smp #dream smp smut #dream smut #dream x fem!reader #dream x reader #punzywunzy #pw:dream

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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

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whosjunglejim4322 · 3 years

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Warnings: SMUT, insecurities but mark just needs a lil reassurance abt how good he makes you feel, finger fucking/sucking, he cums in his pants, fluff bc yall r in love love <3

Mark knows he's being irrational about this whole ordeal. One conversation shouldn't be getting under his skin like it is, but this one thing seems to be knocking at the forefront of his brain, throwing him out of focus as of late.

So what, you masturbate. It's normal, he's not there all the time, of course you do. He does too, but he also becomes outrageously horny everytime he so much as thinks about your skin or the way you kiss him. And it's safe to say he thinks about you alot. Alot alot.

"It's different, though? I'm a guy, we jerk off an outrageous amount," he argues, furrowing his eyebrows as you stare up at his pacing form from the bed, grinning. He's cute when he's flustered.

"And girls just...aren't supposed to get horny without the help of a guy?" You inquire.

He stops pacing at this, slumping his shoulders. "that's not what I mean, I just-" he sighs, plopping himself next to you on the edge of the bed. He chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nevermind, I'm just tired." He runs his fingers through his disheveled hair, looking at you apologetically with his big doe eyes.

You're still amused, giggling as you reach over to cup his rosy hued cheeks, pulling him to your mouth for a kiss.

"A little toy could never replace you, my love."

You'd reassured him that night by wrapping your lips around his dick, and he was too lost in the belly aching anticipation and bliss of it all, to really pay attention to what it was you'd just said.

A little toy.

He hasn't stopped thinking about it. It's both slightly irritating, while also being the new source of his sexual frustration when he's supposed to be practicing. He thinks it may be more irritating than the ladder though, because as much as he hates to admit it, he is a jealous creature.

It's silly, childish and he knows it. Maybe that's why he's so unsettled by this, because he knows that you love him. He knows you like his dick, from what you've expressed. But, maybe he's doing something wrong?

Maybe you just don't want to to wound his ego, and instead act like his dick is enough to satisfy you. Of course, he knows some sensations are better than others, but how often do you need to touch yourself? Does he not please you enough in the moments you two are together?

These questions still nag him when he walks into your apartment at around 7:35 pm, causing worry to crease between his brows.

You, of course, pick up on this when you round the corner from your bedroom to see him making his way towards you, lost in thought. Your arms snake around his middle and your lips place a kiss to his jaw. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"What's got you all mopey?" You ask, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort in his eyes, only to be stumped by his undreadable expression. Maybe he's just had a long day?

He hums, broken from his self depricating reverie, evidently not realizing he's wearing his emotions so blatantly.

"Nothin' just tired, wanted to come home." He buries his face in the crook of your shoulder once you've pulled him into your room, his breath warm against your neck.

You must've just taken a shower, skin the scent of his favorite soap that always has him sniffing you randomly throughout the day. He squeezes you tighter.

You kiss the side of his head, reluctantly pulling yourself away only to grab his hands and move to the bed, not believing that there's nothing more than just fatigue that's got his usual goofy smile hidden behind such a frustrated countenance.

You crawl onto his lap once his back is against the headboard, his hands slipping underneath your shirt to rub your back, a habit when he's nervous. He knows what's coming, already avoiding your eyes.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, Mark Lee? No excuses, this time." You mean business, but your voice is still as soft and comforting as ever. He can't resist looking up at you once you stroke his cheek with your thumb, featherlight.

With a drawn out breath, he reluctantly responds, knowing it'll only eat at him further if he doesn't.

"It's just....I feel like maybe I don't do enough for you...sexually? Like, I know everyone masturbates and It's totally fine you use a toy and stuff, I just feel like...like maybe It's better than...than what I can do? I know I'm not the most experienced but-"

He's stuttering, ears tomato red at the tips and he's a bit perplexed to see such a jubilant smile spreading across your face as he rubs the back of his neck, embarassed beyond belief.

"Mark..." you cup his soft, blazing cheeks in your palms, forcing him to meet your gaze as squeamish as he's suddenly become. "you're that upset over something like this?"

You don't sound judgemental nor teasing, despite the way you're grinning. But still, he wants to hide his face, wants to bow his head in shame. Suddenly he feels very foolish.

Not being able to stand seeing him so crestfallen, you reassure him, trurthfully. Your heart aches.

"Hey hey, look at me bub," wide doe eyes stare back at you, as you move some of his hair out from in front of his forehead where the strands have fallen. "you are more than enough, so good that when you're away I cant stand it. I have to touch myself, and I'm not just saying that."

His expression has regained some confidence, though you're not done yet. You've got this determination swirling in the pit of your belly, thrumming through your veins. You want him to know how truly incredible he really is, how good he really makes you feel.

"I think about your hands, your mouth, your dick. And you know what? By the end of it I'm not even satisfied, because that little toy isn't you. Do you understand? Hmm? Or do I have to show you?"

Suddenly his heartbeat is loud in his ears, adams apple bobbing as he swallows. He's hardened underneath you and you known that you've got him.

"I-I understand, now. But you could still show me, you know. If you want." His voice is a little unsteady but the corners of his soft, pink mouth twitch at the corners with an echo of a smile.

It's too much, Mark Lee absolutely will be the death of you. And so you kiss him, in a way that has his toes curling and his arms wrapping around your middle like a boa, refusing to let go.

Your fingers are tiwsted in his hair as you suck on his plush bottom lip, a gasp leaving his throat when your teeth nibble the sensitive skin. He can feel your hardened nipples through your sweater, pressing against his chest.

Your knees have tightened around the small of his waist as well, crotch rubbing against the strained bulge in his basketball shorts. You whine into his mouth.

"Mm, you should feel how wet you make me," his hands venture lower at this, until his warm fingertips are pressing into the flesh of your thighs. "go ahead Markie, touch me."

He groans, not being able to hold it back from his chest at the sound of your voice and your generous offer. His fingers, delicate and eager rub your pussy through your lounge shorts, and his jaw slacks a bit at your lack of underwear.

Your tongue slips against his, mouths parted and greedy while he slips his hand into the warmth of your shorts - and practically whines.

He wasn't expecting the abundance of your essence, the utter and complete lack of friction as his digits glide effortlessly through your silken folds. He takes his ring finger and presses the pad of it against your entrance, circling and listening to the lewd, slick sounds.

"Oh fuck," he croons free hand on your lower back and urging you against his touch. "you're s-so wet already, how are you so wet?" He's mystified, and completely fucked.

"I told you." You kiss him again, swallowing his reply and grinding your pussy against his palm. Without warning, he slips a finger in, and then another, falling apart at the way your walls so eagerly welcome them. He trembles.

"Mm, Mark." You're reaching down, underneath his arm and gripping his length, hot in your hand underneath the slinky material of his shorts. He twitches.

Suddenly his fingers are curling inside of you, and he begins to languidly pump them in and out of your sopping heat, on fire from his toes to the top of his head. You have to grip onto his shoulders, momentarily forgetting your previous endeavor of palming his dick.

He doesn't mind, not when you're whining like this, fingers digging into his skin, your body rocking against his while your walls hug and squeeze around his digits.

"Does it feel good?" He asks genuinley, but already knows the answer, too high off of this moment to not want his ego stroked. Your eyebrows are furrowed, lips kiss bitten, skin hot to the touch. You can barely make out an answer, and he swears all the blood in his body rushes straight to his dick.

"S-so good Markie - harder, please." You bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as tour thighs tremble around his narrow hips, lips trembling against his throat. He obliges you happily, anything to have you wilting against him like this. To hear more of the sounds you're making, for him.

Anyone outside the door would know whats going on, with the squelching of your wetness and the vigor in which he's fucking you with his fingers, heel of his palm nudging your clit with each thrust. You already feel that pit of pressure inside your belly expanding, so close to the brink of exploding.

He's fairing the same, if he's honest. You're rubbing up against the painful, throbbing boner in his bottoms, hidden behind only a thin layer of clothing. Your juices have leaked, leaving your own shorts wet at the crotch and the sight is erotic in a way that makes him buck up against you.

His free hand cups your face when he adds a third finger, pulling you from his shoulder to look at your face.

He damn near blows his load right then and there.

You look like you're on the verge of tears, not able to hold yourself up straight. A blush burns his skin, when you lean into his touch, fingers grasping at the front of his white tee.

"M'gonna cum soon Markie."

His heart threatens to explode from his chest when you turn your head and suck his thumb into your warm mouth, closing your eyes and bliss while his fingers pump into you, buried to the third knuckle.

This causes him to thrust into you with a sudden jolt, and the way his fingertips rub against the sweet spot deep inside of you, has the build up of pleasure finally spilling over like a broken dam.

The fingers on either of his hands are soaked now, one with your saliva and the other with your cum. You're gripping onto his wrists, letting him massage the inside of your walls while they contract around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

The sight, the feeling, is too much. You're a mess, a beautiful, sopping wet mess and without warning it's like a freight train is hitting him at full force, cock twitching willdy as pure bliss seeps through his pores.

You're still shivering, humping his hand while spurts of cum fill the inside of his shorts, dripping down the crease of his thigh and even soaking through the material a bit. Your eyes are barely able to open, but you will them to when you hear the almost imperceptible groan that strains from his throat when your heartbeat finally stops drumming so loudly in your ears.

Your belly lurches, skin tingly to the touch as he slumps against the headboard, peering up at you with more adoration than you can handle.

"I-I came in my pants." He breathes out, panting heavily alongside you. The thrill that runs down your spine like a tremor at the realization that he's cum, untouched, because of you, is what allows you to have half the mind to pull his fingers from your aching heat - replacing the others in your mouth.

His head lolls to the side, honey eyes trained on you like it’s impossible to look away while you suck your juices from his digits, humming around them. It's like he's staring up at the sun, mesmerized.

And then you're kissing him, and he's sure he's gone to heaven. He tastes you on the tip of your own tongue, and you're so sweet, so tender when you grasp his cheeks.

"I came in my pants too, by the way. Technically." You smile, and he chuckles warmly, giddy. His arms encapsulate you and he nudges the tip of your nose with his own.

The toy can have its fun, he thinks to himself. Because really, truly, nothing - and no one, will ever be as lucky and as enamored as he is with you.

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moonshine-dan · 4 years

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Quick Bite (p.1)

Osamu x GN! Reader, 2.5 K

Warnings: Odaxelagnia (biting kink), explicit sexual situations, swearing

Kinks: Biting, dry humping/thigh riding, coming untouched, handjobs, praise

Synopsis: 100% Smut. You tell Osamu you have a certain kink. He explores it with you.

The way I'm such a whore for this man now 😔 @crocyoota i blame you for making me a full time Osamu simp. Also thanks for beta-ing exactly one line of this lmao

Osamu's mouth closed over the pulse point at the base of your neck. Softly, he mouthed the skin there, warm lips feathering over your taut muscles stretched in anticipation of his next move.

He had you in his lap, palms smoothing circles along the outside of your hips and sweeping up to clutch your ass. Long fingers pressed softly into you, pressing tiny patterns into your flesh. He mouthed your neck tenderly, traveling languidly up your throat, dragging his soft lips along your jugular before arriving just below your jaw. Another soft kiss there, just a touch more intent than before. You shivered, hands roaming his chest and winding into his hair.

He was teasing you, intentionally or not. Your early morning makeout session before you both had to work usually involved more tongue than this, but you had recently told him about how sensitive your neck was and how you wanted him to try marking you sometime. Of course he was going to take his time and work you out, to memorize what made you moan the most so he could do it better next time. He never half-assed anything, but fuck if you didn't want him to go faster.

Osamu is oblivious to your desires. He continues to graze his lips down the opposite side of your neck, starting again as he reaches your collarbone. He was pressing just a touch harder now, contact a little rougher as he mouthed your throat. You shift slightly, your pulse jumping as he finally introduced his tongue. He lapped at your clavicle, licking his way back up yet again to meet your jaw. ah. You can't help but sigh and tug at his roots as the muscle traces a path below your ear, the spit cooling and making your skin impossibly more sensitive.

He stays there, pressing light kisses to the tender skin and tracing shapes with his tongue. You're tingling, already a little lightheaded from all the light touches. He brands another shape to your skin. A triangle? He's made that shape a few times, but now he's adding…. No. He's drawing a tiny Onigiri on you with his tongue, the pattern unmistakable. You drop your hands from his hair and start to say something, but Osamu was waiting for you to figure it out- he was ready, cutting you off by mouthing the same spot and sucking.

And oh, how you had been wanting this.

A pleasant buzz is building in the base of your skull. When Osamu sucks down, lips working into your neck, it builds a little more, fuzzes the edge of your vision and radiates down to your fingers. You flick them idly, remembering belatedly that you had a perfectly hot boyfriend to be groping. Sliding under his arms, you reach his back and massage the muscles there with your fingertips. His skin is golden under yours, hot and receptive to your touch. 'Samu grunts in appreciation at the attention, the vibrations adding to the suction he's applying to your neck. ghh.

He continues, mouth open and tongue flicking as he slides over your throat to catch up on the other side of your neck.

You push into his lap further unconsciously. Heavy hands on your hips stabilize you, one leaving to snake up your spine and grab at the hair at the back of your head. He grips sturdily and eases your head to the side for easier access to your neck. The buzzing in your skull gets louder still.

You're rocking slightly now, thighs flexing as you ache for something more. The hand on your waist grips tighter, trying to still you as Osamu worked his lips over a spot he had bullied before, suctioning up and scraping his teeth over the heated skin. "Hahh… Osamu..." You groan into your shoulder, his mouth pressing into the skin he had just abused, pulling it right back into his mouth with an obscenely wet sound.

The necking has all your blood rushing straight south, emptying your brain of any thoughts besides rutting into him. Everything he does, the way his tongue teased your sensitive skin, to the bruising pressure of his lips that brought the wet heat of his mouth to you: all of it drives you out of control.

He released his lips with a wet pop! and sighs lightly, the cool breath flowing over the heat from your overworked neck causing you to jerk into his lap further. You feel the rumble of his chest before his deep baritone reaches your ears-

“Quit squirmin’.”

He finishes his command by leaning in and biting down on the bruising skin he had just pulled away from.

The moan shocks one of you more than the other. The bite has the opposite effect Osamu wanted, sending you rocking further into his lap. Your hips cant up, mouth slack and eyes half-lidded, pulse throbbing where his teeth had made light intentions in your skin. You know what? Fuck it. You had time before work, and Osamu clearly underestimated how into this you’d be. You grind down onto him again, angling for his half-erect cock.

"Please, Osamu," you pant out, practically begging, "do that again."

You can feel his dick twitch in interest at your words. His grip on your ass becomes bruising as his fingers knead into you intently. He leads your head up to meet his, observing the way your face flushed darker, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the iris.

"You're really into this, huh."

He was nosing into your neck, breath ghosting over the fresh bite and driving you crazy. Yes. Was your request not enough? You hoped he wouldn't make you actually beg. The hand on your ass squeezes, making you squeak. It quickly changes to a moan as he bites again at the thin skin below your ear.

"I'm kinda startin' to see the appeal m'self…"

He shifts minutely. From below, you feel his erection, solid. Throbbing. Fuck, finally. You grind into his length and finally hear him groan. The sound makes you push down harder, eager to hear what other sounds you could pull from your boyfriend.

You snap your hands to his waist, bracing yourself as you fling a leg over his thigh to push your own into his cock. Osamu's grinding into you eagerly now, groaning, friction mutually given between you both. His hands find your sides and he splays his fingers, rubbing lines up the planes of your ribcage. Every tense of muscle creates a delicious pressure that's building in your core alongside the buzz in your skull.

He slides his hands over your chest, cupping you with both hands and squeezing before joining with his mouth, kissing your sternum. He brings one of your arms to his mouth, kissing the underside of your wrist tenderly. His teeth press in lightly as he swipes his tongue over the tendons. Your pulse thrums, electric.

The tension in the air changes subtly, stilling you for a moment. Osamu peers up at you with a discerning gaze. You met his eyes, mildly concerned at the sudden shift in mood. What was he looking for?

"You're so sweet, darlin'. So sweet to me. Think I'm gonna call you melonpan from now on."

His eyes are teasing. Your ears are burning. This asshole did not just call you fucking melonpan.

He catches your eyes and wrinkles his brow, cheeky grin splitting his face as he took your expression in. He just wanted to see you blush. fucker, you think, cheeks flaming. It worked.

His eyes sharpen with a predatory look.

"I wasn't a hundred percent honest, babe. I'm sorry. It's actually because I wanna sink my teeth into you."

True to his words, he bites into your neck, targeting the hickey that was developing.

Oh. Oh. Maybe the nickname was ok, actually.

Your breath and your thoughts quickly leave you. It's impossible to talk, to even think, mind too focused on the sensation of Osamu sucking the bruising bite on your neck.

This is what you had wanted, but you hadn't expected it to feel quite this… debilitating. The pleasure crossed with the pain in a way you could only describe as delicious, your nerves alright with conflicting signals. Your brain, quite literally, did not know how to process it. The result was the ever-encompassing buzz that was spreading from your skull to the rest of your body.

Ghhh, is what you manage to verbalize.

Osamu hasn't stopped, teeth finding old marks to push into, sucking and rolling the skin and muscle of your neck to the point of bruising. He brands new ones where he hasn't, leaving a patchwork pattern of hickies like a collar for anyone to see.

His tongue swipes along your heated skin, the wet heat soothing where he had previously teased. He grinds into your shaking leg, precome smoothing the friction as he ruts into your thigh. You're shaking, and he knows you're close, even without his hands or his cock. To see you coming undone with nothing but his mouth and his thigh? christ. Osamu's head isn't as big as his brother's, but it's almost enough to make him cum right there.

He's eager to see what pushes you over the edge.

"You're doing so good, baby, fuck," Osamu says into your neck, sucking loudly at the skin. "So fucking sweet, baby….. skin's so fucking sweet….." he bites down, hard, at the base of your neck and feels how your body freezes, every muscle tightening, tremulous. He chews, rolling the muscle under the skin as you cry out his name.

"hah, god, Osamu….!"

Your vision blurs, whitening around the edge. Your body is locking and you suck in a deep breath involuntarily. Is this a stroke? Are you dying? You've never felt this kind of brain failure during sex before. Oh my god, oh my god, fuck…!

Your release hits like lightning straight to your core. Your abdominals tightened, the buzzing in your skull intensifying and pulsing as it races through you. You arch backwards, tensing, eyes rolled back and grinding against his thigh. You shake as the sensation passes through you like an electric current, your body locking up in tension and pleasure simultaneously. Holy shit. Coming has never felt quite like this before, numbing you just as much as it brought you to ecstasy. You can't hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears as your muscles throb, your whole body tightening and relaxing, leaving your muscles burning deliciously as the buzzing finally begins to fade.

Your forehead thunks against his shoulder as you go boneless in his arms. Distantly, you think your legs are shaking.

Holy shit.

He didn't even touch you.

You need a minute to catch your breath.

Before you can though, Osamu is pushing you backwards. You hit the covers with a muffled thwump and he’s above you before you can blink, leaning into your space on his left arm as the other reaches down to stroke his cock.

"Y’can’t just give me a show like that, baby, what'd I do to deserve it?"

He drops his head to your chest and licks along your clavicle before drifting lower and sucking a hickey onto your chest. His right hand speeds up, pumping faster as he marks your chest again and again. His mouth finds a nipple and rolls it with his mouth, scraping it roughly with his teeth and sucking hard, making you jerk up from the bed slightly. It's almost too much, creeping up fast on overstimulation, but you focus. You still haven't gotten your mind one hundred percent back online from your previous climax, but you manage to reach down to cup his balls and tug gently.

Osamu's head lolls to the side and he groans. This close, you can see the sweat beading at his temples. Squeezing lightly and rolling your palm, you tug again, tapping your fingers lightly across the back. His hips snap forward fervently, your touch finally pushing him over the edge. "Comin'...!"

His words cut off into a low groan as he comes undone above you, hips stuttering, fucking into his fist. Osamu angles his cock down at you as he climaxes, hot ropes of his cum painting your stomach white. You dimly think that he's now marked you two entirely different ways.

A hand at your cheek makes you look back up. Osamu's looking at you with an emotion in his eyes that defies description. He leans down to catch your lips in a chaste kiss, thumb swiping up to catch the tear handing onto your cheek. Huh. You hadn't even realized you'd been crying. The hand retracts, and Osamu pulls away and drops to the bed.

He has enough of a mind not to flop down into the mess he just made, instead falling to your side with a sigh, eyes shut and thoroughly blissed out. He squirms until hes slotted next to you, one arm thrown across your chest. His breath puffs into your hair and tickles your ear. Your eyes slip shut as well.

...

You're content to lay there for hours, but the cooling jizz on your abdomen eventually incentivises you to get up. You untangle yourself from Osamu and push to the edge of the bed. Looking for all the world like a newborn deer, you wobble on unsteady legs to the bathroom in search of a warm washcloth.

Osamu's peace is short lived, eyes flying open at your shout:

"Fucks sake, Osamu! We have to open in an hour! How am I gonna work front of house looking like this?" You emerge from the bathroom, now clean of cum but covered in bruises of varying darkness from the neck down.

He blinks owlishly before shuttering his eyes and smirking.

"You literally asked me to do that, baby. Said 'please' an' everything."

You have no response. He's completely right, and that only makes you angrier. You toss the washcloth at his dick and tell him to get cleaned up.

…

You both make it to Onigiri Miya with minimal issues after that. Unfortunately for you, the summer heat prevented you from wearing anything that could come close to covering up the hickies above your collar. And when more socially oblivious customers would ask what happened to you, your response was to point a finger at an unusually smug-looking Osamu.

"Ask him."

Fortunately for everyone, none of them felt the need to actually ask him.

You were gonna get his ass back so bad.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Wilfords Demands: Mutual Understanding

Summary- 5.6k Curtis Everett x You. You are being driven mad after the shot you were given to send your hormones raging. Curtis knows he has to help you. Afterwards a peace settles between you two and the situation you have both been forced into. All seems fine till Wilford collects you to let you in on his plans for you. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Non Con/Dub Con, sex pollen theme, darkish story line, mentions of scars, mentions of punishment/torture.

This is an 18+ Blog. If you are not 18+, this story is not for you.

Chapter 3 / Wilford’s Demand’s Masterlist

This was the first time you have ever reached for Curtis and your mouth crashing into his, your body heatedly pushing into his like you wanted every inch of him sent him reeling for a moment. Of course he knew it was because of the medicine they had given you, but part of him didn't care. You were being receptive, wanting what he could give you, and it was a damn gift. For once he didn't have to feel like it was a job trying to make this whole thing easier for you, feeling some guilt in the pit of his stomach as he worked on making you open up to him and at least enjoy some of his touches.

His head tilted to explore your mouth, a mix of the water staining your lips and just making you that much sweeter as you kissed him back, eagerly. Even your hands couldn't stop, tracing his muscled body, digging in your fingers to hold onto him while you rubbed your body so raw into him. Pulling back, your eyes pleaded up at him. “Curtis, I really need you to touch me. Please, please fuck me.” You whined at him, and he nudged your legs apart with a knee.

“Tell me pretty girl, where do you want me to touch you?” Fingers skimmed over your quivering belly and back up with light touches, driving you even more crazy he could tell. Your eyes watered as you grasped his wrist and pushed it between your thighs.

His fingers slicked between your folds, drenched between your need and the water streaming over you, the water that was supposed to cool you off from your fever. But it was doing no such thing. Curtis’s fingers though started to stroke and rub your core, pressing circles harshly against your clit and teasing you till you dug into his wrist in agitation. He clicked his tongue against his teeth feeling your impatience and used his other hand that had been braced against the shower wall to grab your hand and pull it away. “Hands above you now Darling. I wont ask again.”

You were quick to raise them above your head, easily encased within his grasp to make sure they stayed there when he thrusted fingers into you. Your eyes rolled up as you clenched your thighs around his pumping hand, nodding for more. “Curtis, what is happening to me.” Your voice was a bit fearful and he twisted his hand easily so that he could brush his fingertips against the spongy spot deep inside you, making your knees buckle in surprise. But his hold on your wrists was tight, not allowing you to fall.

“They gave you a shot you said? It triggers your hormones, making you horny as fuck and needing to get off.” He said, his tone softening knowing that as good as it felt now that he was bringing you closer to your orgasm, even this was out of your control. “It will wear off, they have used it on me before.” Curtis recalled and you arched for more, quivering as your cunt tightened around his fingers, a flood of arousal coating his fingers and he stroked faster, trying to make you come for him. “Come on baby, just let it happen and you can take a breather till it starts again.”

Tears pricked your eye as you buried your head in his shoulder, shaking harder and hiking your leg against his hip so that he had plenty of room to keep finger fucking you till it snapped in your belly and you sagged into him. Thankfully he was like a solid wall, letting his hold loosen so he could keep you upright. “It's okay, I got you sweetheart, just breath for a moment.”

You inhaled deeply, your arms wrapped over his shoulders and you weren’t tired, but shook at the impact it had on you. The fire stroked your spine again and a heaviness started in your limbs that made you sob into his shoulder. “It’s happening again.” Curtis pushed you back to a stand, and his hands rubbed up your arms, over your shoulders and cupped your face.

“Hands on my shoulders or head, okay?” Cerulean blues burned demanding into yours and you nodded that you understood him. You swore your heart was about to burst through your rib cage as it started to turn worse than before. Twisting your face into his palms, you dragged out

“I understand Curtis.”

Curtis breathed out as it was happening so fast. He could already see you curling your toes to try and remain in control, your hands immediately grasping his trapezius muscles and digging in firmly. “Good Girl.” He praised and grinned a bit seeing a trusting smile tug at the corners of your mouth. He sunk down before you, pressing his face against the softness of your belly, his hands sliding up and down your hips and along the back of your thighs. Now you arched to your tip toes to bring him closer to the aching spot between your legs. He licked the water from your skin, taking in your scent of arousal for a moment.

He tugged lightly the hair on your mound, knowing it would catch your attention. “Lift a leg to go over my shoulder.” Your hands moved from his shoulders to the top of his head to maintain balance, easing one leg to rest over the muscles, and he could see you now, admire just how you spread open for him, hot warmth that was so greedy for him, your smell was just intoxicating. He knew you would taste better, especially with how turned on you were. This orgasm he wanted you to come all over his face. Now was the chance for Curtis to also actually find out what you enjoyed.

You were always so closed off that it was hard to tell what you actually enjoyed, until you were crazy with lust and came undone. But that wasn't how he worked. Curtis wanted you to at least enjoy some of what was happening. He knew he was for the most part. Dragging his nose through the tight curls covering your mound and inhaling deeply, he glanced up at you, who looked down at him dazed.

“You still with me Sweetheart?” He asked and you hummed, rocking your hips to look for him with a nod.

“Barely… it's like a fire burning me from the inside Curtis.”

Not wasting anymore time, he placed a harsh kiss to your inner thigh before turning to your cunt, his tongue striking you with precision. You couldn't grasp his hair, but you scratch his scalp before wrapping your hands around the back of his head.

Curtis pushed a hand against your thigh, opening you up and he took quick laps at the arousal seeping from you, groaning against your sensitive cunt at how good your arousal tasted flowing so freely on his tongue. Next he teased your clit, that little bundle of nerves extra sensitive and you arched to your tiptoes before sinking back onto his face to grind against him.

It was maddening, you wanted to pull away while pressing him in closer. The scratch of his chin was making you whimper and moan, and when his tongue filled you, now that was pure heated bliss spearing you and making you push against his hand to try and close around him.

For Curtis, eating a woman out was a work of art. There were moves he had to make to get those moans and mewls working from someone, and he was going at it with this mind driven purpose alone. They started out weak at first, barely could hear them around the water rushing down the drain. But a drag of tongue from your clenching channel to slurp up to your clit that he sucked on made you shake and moan so loudly that he doubled down on his effort, making you gush on his face.

It turned messy, shaking his face in your cunt and teasing over and over. Curtis added his fingers to take over when he wasn't fucking you with his tongue, and you melted. Turning boneless as your orgasm wracked you again with a wail. “Curtis! Fuck I cant anymore, you got to-” You went voiceless a moment, gasping as he speared you again and his hand pressed against your stomach to keep you still. Thighs quivering and you pressed against his forehead to drag him away, gasping back out to finish your sentence. “Please, no more. I need you inside of me because that is too much.”

Easing your leg off his shoulder, he grasped your hips while moving to a quick stand. You tugged at him to your mouth, your lips lapping over his to fill his mouth this time and gather your own taste to fill your senses. Curtis’s fingers dug into your thighs to lift you and circle your legs around his slim waist while he filled you suddenly, not even giving a moment for you to adjust to his size. Heavy thrusts bounced your hips into the tiles of the shower wall. Your pulled at his mouth, panting against him and moaning hungrily while bouncing back and forth between Curtis and the wall.

“Yes, Fuck- oh god- so good, just what I needed. Harder Curtis.”

It was like he was unleashed on you, verging on the edge of pain at how full he was stuffing you, your nails digging down his straining back, and the ice the water turned into now stung just adding to the sensation of how rough it was between you two.

Fingers dug in hard enough to squeeze into your bones, another orgasm ripping through you, but this time Curtis didn't stop. Rag dolling your body till he pulled himself out, twisting you into the glass of the door, your face twisted to the side harshly pressed flat, your hands scrambling for a purchase as his hand smacked against your ass with a sting till he yanked your hips out and spread legged to claim you all over again.

He hissed against your ear when his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed slightly that made you try to inhale all the air you could into your lungs as he slammed himself into you, crushing you to the door. “Come on Pretty Girl… I can feel you got more in you.” Another slam that you swore you felt in your gut and you twisted to catch his mouth, biting his lip till he took over, your body small compared to his, and the fire eating you alive consuming you. He kept the flames licking your body as well as kept you from burning alive.

It was all consuming and when he forced that next brutal orgasm from you, you edged on blackness till you slipped out of consciousness.

You never felt Curtis catch you when you started to fall in the shower, how he flooded you with his spend after you passed out or the slow way he pulled from you, limp in his arms. He rinsed you off quickly and toweled dry you off before carrying you to the bed where he laid you down. His hands smoothed along your body, still chilled from the cold water, but the fever the shot had caused appeared to be gone. Nor did you feel him grab your book and dip into the bed to lay next to you, reading till it grew late, and he ended up nodding off himself.

What you did notice was how your face was tucked against his stomach where you had slid down the bed in your sleep, your leg hooked through his. A first for you, you usually hugged the cold wall as much as he would allow you to. The gentle rise and fall of his abs let you know he was asleep when you lifted your head, and pushed up gently to sit. He never stirred, the book he had been reading had fallen against his chest and his head tilted back to give a gentle snore once in a while. You scooted up closer and eased the book off him, glancing at the cover and shocked to see that he was reading the same book you were, your bookmark still in place where you left off. He actually wasn't far off, and it made you wonder how long he had been reading it when you weren't aware.

The idea of it shocked you, you always saw Curtis as a brute individual, but you glanced at his bookshelf nearby littered with random stories and biographies, maybe he was more then you had allowed yourself to notice.

A glance at the windows behind you showed that night had fallen, nothing but pitch black outside and the little lamp Curtis had on the table was the light that illuminated the small room they shared. You were careful to lean over Curtis and ease the book on the nearby table before settling back. Hands pressed to your face and down your naked body, you sighed in relief that the medicine seemed to have dispersed and you were no longer under its effects.

Next you pulled the sheet up a bit to cover your body, looking at Curtis still sound asleep. You didn't dare try to ease over him to get dressed, that would wake him. After taking you in the shower, you couldn't deny that he had helped you through it, you didn't want to wake him just yet. Instead, now that you weren't feeling his piercing gaze, you allowed yourself to really admire him.

You have seen him naked plenty of times, the spanse of his chest blocking your view of anything else as he loomed over you fucking you into the mattress. But you never saw him, not like this.

Your eyes drifted down hard planes of his chest, littered with dark hair that tapered to a line down firm abs. In his sleep they weren't as defined as when he was awake and tense, but you could still see the outline of muscle he had gained in his workouts. You knew he left to do training, but even here he was often doing something when he wasn't paying attention to you. That line of hair dipped below the sheet, following a thick vein below his lower stomach that you knew led to his cock. Your eyes narrowed at the tiny puckered scars littered up and down his torso, and even around the side of his ribs. Those you never noticed before, since they were so faded. But one stood out on the inside of his left forearm. Round and shiny, the size of a half dollar.

You hadn't realized Curtis woke up and was watching you study him till you felt a tingle of nerves and you lifted your head, easing back with a soft “Sorry, I was…” You drifted off with your excuse and Curtis half pushed up to lean against the wall the beds head was at, tilting his head and shaking his head.

“You don't have to be sorry Y/N, we are going to be together for a long time. I hope you liked some of what you saw.” He gave a bit of an easy lopsided grin and you peeked at him from under your lashes, relaxing a bit.

How little did he know how much less intimidating he was when he smiled.

“I did… You are… very handsome.” You struggled to find your words with this, but was loathe to fall back to the tense silence the two of you normally shared. “Thank you for earlier.” You tilted your head towards the bathroom. “I have never felt that before.”

He leaned forward to catch your chin in his forefinger and thumb, lifting your face a bit. “And you're a stunning woman Y/N. '' He let you go and settled back with a nod. “Of course. I know how miserable it is, I couldn't let you deal with that alone.”

You settled in a bit more, keeping the sheet tugged around you. “Can I ask you something Curtis?”

“Of course Y/N.” He wanted to reach for you and bring you in against him, but he wasn't going to push you right now. You were opening up and were not skittish around him.

“The scars… what happened? Are they chicken pox or something?” You knew diseases and illness would run rampant through the tail end all the time. Curtis glanced down at his chest, his hand sweeping up and down his chest a moment as his jaw clenched.

“Scars from a cattle prod.” He cleared his throat a bit but didn't stop his words even though you cringed a bit at the thought. “When Wilford first collected us, of course we resisted at first. They used cattle prods to control us. Son of a bitch stun. Then once we learned our place in the front, they got used less and less.”

You scooted closer, your hand resting on his arm where the shiny scar was so prominent, Curtis watched as your thumb traced around it, your gaze studying it a moment as his words sunk in. “Then we went into training for fighting. Every time we lost in the beginning, they used the prods on us again. The amount of time we lost by was how long they kept the prod on us. Condition us to keep getting up and going after each other till we basically just about killed one another.”

Your eyes moved over him again, seeing the little ones first but then the darker larger ones. All the times Curtis lost and had to pay the price.

“Then as they gathered more people, it changed. No longer were we punished because every fight became one to the bitter end.” His jaw clenched and he took your hand in his own. “I actually do have to talk to you about that.”

You wrinkled your nose, not wanting any more bad news. You held up a hand to pause him. “Maybe later Curtis? Can you tell me something from before?”

He looked confused at first and arched his brows. “Before what… before Snowpiercer?” And you nodded to confirm that. He seemed to think, it was obvious he hadn't really considered it before. “I will… but only if you come over here. You're still tired, I can see it in your face.” He lifted his arm and you were slow in moving, careful to keep the sheet around you. He never tried to remove it, but settled his arm around you. Fingers sliding up and down the softness of your shoulder and arm, he settled in to tell you about his childhood in the outskirts of Boston.

It was hours of you two sharing stories and the thoughts Curtis had before faded to the back of his mind, completely forgetting about having to tell you about the tournament. Fading into the next day, you both slept in late and Curtis let you take the first shower before taking one himself. He left the room while you were reading your book, and this time you didn't hear the door click with the lock. Easing up to a stand, you approached the door and barely opened it, but shut it just as quick. Not wanting anyone in the hallway to know that you were in here. Although you doubted that anyone would mess with you being you belonged to Curtis, you didn't want to take your chances. You seemed to be in Curtis’s good graces now and didn't want to upset that balance. Not to mention the man from New Years Day, Grey had scared you with his gaze when Curtis made you crawl away.

Shaking those memories off, you went back to the table, curling up in the chair to read when he returned with what smelled like breakfast. Lifting your nose in appreciation, he set a tray down on the table that was littered with different things that made your mouth water. “Is that… bacon?” You asked in surprise and Curtis laughed, sliding the plate that had several pieces on it towards you.

“Yes, a rare treat, but once in a while the kitchens fry some up. We get it a few times a year, so better enjoy it.”

You picked up the piece, crumbly and greasy between your fingers, you took a nip off the end of it, chewing it so slowly and sighing in happiness at the saltiness that hit your tongue. “God I forgot how good this was.” you nibbled a bit more while Curtis started peeling an orange, unable to hide the grin at how much you seemed to be enjoying it. The freshness of the orange made your nose wiggle and he pried it half apart, handing you half of the fruit which you started to peel the sections apart and alternated between bites of bacon and orange. You honestly didn't know which was better.

There were also bits of warm toasted bread smeared with butter, berries that were warm as if just fresh picked and even what resembled a watered oatmeal sweetened with honey. Curtis saw you picking at a bit of everything. “I figured you would be hungry after yesterday, so I just got a bit of everything this morning.”

He was right, you were famished and it was hard to limit yourself to half, but he kept encouraging you to have more and by the time you finished, you were so full. “I cant eat another bite.”

Curtis finished off the last bite of bread and moved to stand, picking up the now empty tray. You reached to pick up your book again, when he surprised you yet again.

“How about you come with me Y/N? We will drop this off to the kitchen and walk off some of this?”

You hesitated. The last time you left the room with him, it ended with a sore ass on your part. He waited silently for your answer though, and you eased up to a stand. “Okay.” He eased the door open and you stepped outside once more, taking a deep breath as you looked up and down the narrow hallway, unsure why it felt a bit dangerous. You have been escorted many times to the doctor appointments, but this has only been the second time you left with Curtis.

“This way.” He turned away from the section you had traveled to last time, your hand fisted in the back of his shirt to keep a hold of him, especially when you two had to pass through the narrow tunnel between cars. It seemed you two went through many sleeper cars. Door after door you two passed till he opened the next one, and it was lined with tables on one side, and in the back a large kitchen bustling with people preparing food. It smelled heavenly in there to you, catching whiffs of the bacon from earlier still heavy in the air, the sound of knives chopping against cutting boards and things sizzling on the stove. Your step faltered as you two went to drop the tray off, Curtis reaching behind him to tug you forward, his hand circled around your wrist and then kept gently at the small of your back. He led you closer so you could see into the kitchen through a wide window.

“Wow, the tail end would be in awe of this.” your fingers pressed to the glass as someone opened an oven and pulled out what looked to be an actual chocolate cake, testing it with a knife to be sure it was cooked through.

Curtis watched as well, none of it new to him but you seemed to be enjoying it, so he didn't push for the two of you to leave. Not quite yet anyways. The kitchen was still mostly empty and he wasn't in any rush to meet with Grey somewhere while you were out with him. “Most of this is for high class. As I said, the stuff we had today was a treat.”

You titled to look up at him. “We never got any of this… ever. I don't know if you had any, but we only get the blocks, protein blocks they are called.” Your eyes wandered back to the food just piling up in different sections, your thoughts going to how much your old friends would have enjoyed all this.

Curtis was quiet, he was taken away before the protein blocks were dispersed, but he remembered the desolate conditions. The things they almost resorted to until Wilford had him and a large group of young men removed. “I'm sure they are awful.”

You hummed softly that they were and Curtis eased you away, towards another door. “One last Car before we head back because I have training today.” He opened a door and you stepped into a blast of warm air and you grinned feeling the artificial sun on your face. You knew this car, it was an extension to the greenhouse that would be the next one. This one had sweet smelling trees blossoming in it, the fruit trees where the apples and oranges came from. Right now the citrus scent filled your senses and Curtis followed you down into a lane where a few people tended to the trees, high up in the branches going through the rip fruit and pruning the dead branches and leaves away to keep them healthy.

“Doesn't it smell good.” You mentioned as you brushed your hand against the bark, letting it scratch at your palm just for the sensation.”

Curtis took a deep breath to clear his lungs, and you were right. There was always a freshness in these cars that the rest of the train didn't have. The living breathing plants filtering the air over and over. It was almost as good as being outside once again. You two didn't say much, just soaked in the “sun” and wandered among the trees. But once more Curtis steered you back to the exit and the two of you returned to the sleeper car once more. You were left alone to occupy yourself while Curtis went to train.

A few weeks passed and things between the two of you continued to smooth out. A mutual understanding happened that day you needed him. He still cornered you in bed, plucking you out of your clothing and fucked you. But you didnt fight as much as before, his hands pining yours above your head as he filled you, sometimes slow steady strokes and other times it was like he was fucking the frustrations out on you from whatever happened in his trainings. You rarely asked, as typically those days you were met with grunts of ‘nothing’ while he laid there afterwards. Either way, he never left you unsatisfied, making sure you reached your pleasure before he allowed his own to take over.

The moments you learned to appreciate were the ones lying with him in silence, once in a while you would read to him afterwards from whatever book you were reading from, his fingers twirling patterns along your skin where he could reach until he made you put the book down and ask for something more personal. And just as he talked about his past, you soon started telling him about your life before Snowpiercer.

How your mother abandoned you with your sweet grandparents. Whom loved you very much, here you would choke up a bit talking about them. You missed them terribly and knew they sacrificed everything to get you on the train, even a life in the tail end was better to them then you freezing to death with them. Times when it got too hard, Curtis let you cry into the pillow, usually resulting in your passing out afterwards. This is when he would take his leave, go attend whatever business he had and bring back food for that evening.

You two fell into this routine that worked for both of you, but there would always come a day when it all was disrupted. That day the door barged open. You were in the middle of getting dressed, scurrying to tug a shirt on when Curtis stepped in front of you with a raised voice. “You know you have no right barging into my space.”

“I do when Wilford demands for your slut.” One shoved Curtis aside, you could see his hand hovering at his hip where a stick hung and his fingers snapped at the clasp and Curtis was about to push back when you stepped towards the other man.

“It's fine, it's okay… I will go with you.” You nodded, not wanting a fight.

Curtis turned away from the man having pushed him back. “No Y/N, it's not your scheduled time and they are supposed to let me know beforehand before taking you out of my care.”

“13 you dumb fuck, Wilford requested for her. What he says goes.” You were being pulled from the room when you saw the stick being pulled out of its holster, the zapping noise crackling at the end and the door slammed shut before you could see them use it on Curtis to subdue him.

“Come on girl…” You were yanked ahead, leaving behind the only safe place you now felt on the train. You swallowed your fear, as you had no idea why Wilford would want to see you of all people.

When they left Curtis, he spat out blood on the floor while pushing himself up. Once you left, the remaining people turned on him, making sure he didn't forget “his place”. Leaving him with a few burn marks on his chest and a good kick in his side and a bloody nose. Grabbing a rag to slow the flow down, he checked his door. But knew it would be locked. They didn't want him following after you. He paced the small space, feeling effectively caged in and helpless not being able to go for you. There was little that he could do then wait. Which he did. Yanking out a chair, long legs bounced up and down with a jiggle of his foot, his eyes plastered to the door, feeling like a ticking time bomb counting down.

You weren't brought to Wilford to begin with. Instead it was back to the doctor who did all the same checks he always did. This time when he had you take a test, after long minutes of waiting, he exclaimed. “Finally!”

You pushed to sit up, shaking your head in confusion. “Finally what?”

“13 finally impregnated you girl.” He put the stick in a baggie and marked it with a date before putting it in another cabinet. “I'm guessing it's from that shot I gave you. Works every time.”

But you had stopped listening to the doctor, your hand coming to your still very flat stomach and breathing in sharply. There was someone growing inside of you at this exact moment and neither you nor Curtis had any idea. You didn't feel different, weren't pregnant women supposed to feel different? You were in a daze till the doctor snapped his fingers in your face to get your attention.

“Take these vitamins every day and in a few weeks we will take a look to see how it's growing, okay? I'm assuming this is your first. So nothing strenuous, you be sure to tell us if Curtis is being rough with you. Got it?”

You scowled as you snatched the vitamins from him, nodding. “Can I go back now?”

“No. Wilford still wants to see you.” The doctor exclaimed while marking your chart, doing some calculations before tapping a button to open the door, signalling you were ready to go.

Escorted through more cars, soon you were approaching the giant W that you had seen once before. You tried to stall, but was easily overpowered as Claude held the door open, ushering you to get inside before it snapped shut again. You hugged around yourself, not forgetting back when you were first dragged in here. Wilford was up in the engine, seeming to just be standing and watching the roving machine while Claude nudged you forward to a seat. With an extravagant spin, Wilford threw his hands up as if in joy.

“Y/N!, what a pleasure. I'm so glad you were able to come visit me today. I know you're busy, growing a baby and keeping Curtis company.” He winked as he approached you and you chose silence as your answer. He tugged you back to a stand and pulled you out at arm's length, looking you up and down. “Ahh what a change. You look so good Y/N, simply glowing already. Aren’t you glad I had you brought up from that dirty tail end.”

You again chose silence but Claude cleared her throat nearby. “Till Mr.Wilford thank you bitch.”

“Now now Claude, that's not how we treat our guests.” He had you sit back down, and pulled a chair out to move closer to you. “Not the guest of the hour. I have more good news for you Dear. Exciting news, once in a lifetime news.”

Your gut sank, cause anything that excited Wilford surly couldn't bode well for you.

“See we have this tournament Dear, very good times. Everyone turns out for the event. The people participating are rewarded when they win. This time you will be given to the strongest man there is. Your beauty has not escaped anyone else's notice. They all want you on their arm. So in the end… you will be moving on with the winner.”

You shake your head in a no. “No, please I just want to stay with Curtis.”

Wilford tutted softly and cupped your cheek, grasping it hard enough to make you stop moving, a whimper escaping you.

“Then my Dear, you better encourage Curtis to win.”

#wilfords demands #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett fanfic #snowpiercer fanfic #amber writes #sweater writes #curtis everett

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jenoismydad · 4 years

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First Time’s a Charm

pairing: Renjun x Reader

genre: smut, virgin!reader, receiving (fem), corruption kink (mild however because the reader’s a virgin), multiple orgasms, protected sex

summary: when you tell Renjun that you’re finally ready to have sex for the first time, he cant wait to have his fun with you

requested by anon

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“Renjun I think I’m ready.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Renjun pulled his lips away from your neck and stared at you with an excited look. He beamed at you and pushed you off of his lap, onto the bed, setting a pillow underneath your head.

“Babe you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”, he said, cupping your cheek in his palm. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. Renjun began peppering small kisses to your neck and collar bone, his mind racing with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to you.

He started off by undressing you, hands moving quick to rid you of all the clothing you had on until you were sprawled out naked underneath him. The way his eyes ran over your body did make you feel a bit conscious, but you knew it was only because he was seeing you naked for the first time.

“My baby is so beautiful.”, Renjun spoke, his hand gently caressing your thigh. “You don’t mind if I touch you right?”

His eyes were full of lust, but his tone, it was so soft and caring. It truly amazed you. His hand was now on your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the place it wanted to touch most. His eyes met yours, lighting up at the curt nod you sent his way.

Renjun spread your legs apart properly, his fingers ghosting over your bare heat. The pads of his fingers brushed against your clit, making you squirm slightly. Rubbing a small circle on your clit, his eyes darted to your face, studying your reaction.

You didn’t feel anything at first, just his hand on your vagina. But after a few more circulations of his middle finger, you felt a warm feeling run through your body. It started from your core, branching to your arms and legs, all the way to your fingertips. It made your toes curl and a quiet whimper fell past your lips.

“Look how wet you’ve gotten.”, Renjun purred, his fingers collecting your arousal. You shuddered when his moist fingers rubbed your clit, this sensation feeling stronger than the last. Your back arched off the bed involuntarily as your moans became louder than before.

Renjun length strained in his boxers. You sounded so fucking good. With the way your face was contorted in pleasure, eyes shut tight, brows furrowed, no one would believe you were as innocent as you appeared to be. Renjun experimentally pressed his fingers harder down on your clit.

“Fuck!”, you cursed, grinding your hips down into the mattress.

“Does my baby like that?” Renjun held your hips in place, keeping them from moving around too much. He watched as you struggled to speak, so lost in your own pleasure.

“Fuck yes! Yes I do.”

Renjun chuckled darkly, moving his fingers faster. “Look at you talking like that.”, he chided, “You must really like what I’m doing to you.”

You couldn’t say anything, but you agreed with Renjun You fucking loved what he was doing to you, the way he was making you feel. You mentally slapped yourself for holding yourself back for so long. If only you had known that it was going to feel this good.

You began to sense a nice scratchy, tickling, feeling in the pit of your stomach. It seemed like someone was tying a knot in your stomach. Soon, all your focus fell on it and the only thing you wanted was to undo it.

You wanted to alert Renjun that you were going to cum, but the building pleasure was just too overwhelming for you to do anything except moan. Speaking of your moans, they got more pitchy and whiny. Your hands laid at your sides, desperately clutching the bedsheet beneath you.

It only took a few seconds and before you knew it a strong wave of pleasure washed over you. You felt your walls clench tightly as wetness gushed through your pussy. The intensity of your orgasm had your thighs shaking uncontrollably. Your back fell onto the mattress once again, while you regained your breath. Your eyes were still shut, but they tore open eventually to meet Renjun’s gaze.

“Shit I wish you could have seen how hot you looked just now.”

Your cheeks heated up at his comment and you broke into a smile. Renjun climbed on top of you catching your lips with his. He soothingly ran his hands over your thighs, kissing you passionately. He ground his hips down onto your still sensitive core, his boner sending shivers through your body. You gasped and pushed him away. Renjun gave you a puzzled look.

“Don’t you want to do something about that?”

“Do something about what?”

“Your boner.”

Renjun raised his brow at you and sat back. “Do you want to do something about it for me?”

You gulped nervously, flustered by his question. Yes you wanted to do something about it. You wanted to make Renjun feel just as good as he had made you feel. But you didn’t know how and you certainly didn’t want to try it now.

“Tell me princess. Don’t be shy.”

You stared at your hands and then at your boyfriend. He had a teasing glint to his eyes, almost as if he was thriving off of getting you to say these not so PG 13 things. And trust me, he was.

“I do want to do something about it.”, you spoke, “But later.”

Renjun pouted. “Why later?”

“Because I want you to fuck me now.”

You noticed the way Renjun’s eyes widened just for a split second, your words taking him aback. But a daring smirk was quick to cover his face in a matter of seconds.

“Well since you asked me so nicely, I will. Give me a second.” Renjun jumped off the bed and bolted out of the room. It only took a while for him to return to your bedroom, a small silver packed held triumphantly between his fingers. He had also stripped himself of his clothes, appearing now only in his boxers.

“Where did you get the condom from?”

“Believe it or not I’ve been carrying it around ever since Valentine’s Day this year.”

You felt bad for Renjun. It had been four months since Valentine’s Day, almost a year and a half since you two had started dating. It seemed that he had been waiting for this moment longer than you, longer than you had expected even.

While you were lost in thought of your adoration for your sweet, respectful and extremely hot boyfriend, he had already slid the condom over his throbbing length and was now hovering over you.

“You are 100% sure about doing this right?”

You nodded, still Renjun searched your eyes for any signs that you didn’t want to. He didn’t want you to do something you didn’t want to just so that he’d feel better.

“Trust me Renjun, I really want this, and I know that no one can give it to me better than you can. I want you Renjun. I need you.”

Renjun was just a hot mess. Everything, you laying beneath him, saying that you wanted him to fuck you. The way your eyes begged him for more. The look on your face when he made you cum. And the way you moaned so sweetly when he touched you. Renjun still couldn’t believe that this was happening.

It took all the power in him to not slam himself into you. His tip prodded at your entrance, pushing into your walls ever so slowly. Your eyes were snapped shut, every form of discomfort evident on your face. It hurt, really bad that too. But you knew that you could get through it and you patiently willed yourself to wait for the pleasure that you wanted to feel most bad.

“Are you okay?”, Renjun whispered into your ear. He brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your cheek, then to your forehead.

“This fucking sucks.”, you muttered. You felt hot and uncomfortable, slightly annoyed too. Who knew you could face so many emotions while losing your virginity.

Renjun laughed against your neck. “I’m so sorry love, but trust me it’ll be over soon.”

Holding your hips down, Renjun pushed himself into you completely. You let out a pained moan, your insides burning at the stretch. Renjun nipped at your neck, sucking small marks into your skin to distract you from the pain.

He grinded his hips slowly into yours, mouth working on your neck as you hugged him to your chest. Soon, there was a rush of arousal in your core as you began to feel a warm buzz. Your grasp on Renjun’s shoulders loosened a bit and you felt slightly dizzy in the head.

Renjun hoisted himself up on one arm, slowly beginning to buck his hips into you. “Oh my god,” Renjun moaned out as he felt you clench around his length. “Baby, you’re taking me so well. Such a good baby.” he grunted, eyes almost rolling back due to the pleasure. You mewled underneath him, pushing your hips downs to take more of his length.

“Renjun you can go faster.” Now that your core wasn’t burning, your yearned to feel how good Renjun could make you feel.

Renjun daringly heightened his pace, steadily thrusting into you, not too hard but not too slow. Your walls were suffocating his cock, pulsing on him with every jut of his hips. You gripped at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as Renjun fucked you. His lip was caught between his teeth, a slick of sweat on his brow. Your moans were desperate and pleading, telling him how badly you wanted to cum again.

“Renjun please.”, you moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Renjun grunted as you pushed him down on you, his cock pushing deeper into your pussy. “Tell me what you want.”, he encouraged, burying his face in your neck.

“Fuck me harder please.”, you begged, clawing desperately at his back.

Renjun couldn’t say no to your request. His hips slammed down into yours, the bed creaking at the force. You screamed out, your walls stretching wider than before. Biting down on your lobe, Renjun thrusted into you hard and fast. Your moans poured out of your mouth, loud and melodious. They were music to Renjun’s ears.

You were on cloud nine. You could feel nothing except for Renjun’s cock pounding into your pussy. Renjun was breathing raggedly, his heart beating rapidly, body on fire. Your pussy felt so go. So good that it seemed like it was made just for him. He didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t fucked in ages or if it was just because you were so damn sexy, but this was by far the best sex Renjun had ever had according to him.

“Babe I’m close!”, you blurted out. Your fingers tugged at the ends of Renjun’s hair, the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“Just a little longer.”, Renjun breathed, moving faster to chase his high. He gripped your hips and pushed your leg up, fucking into you with deep thrusts.

The new angle had him hitting all the right spots inside you. Your hands ran up your body, squeezing and grabbing at your tits as pleasure coursed through you. You were just seconds away from cumming.

“Babe please let me cum.”, you whined, so impatient for your orgasm.

Renjun didn’t answer you, instead, rutting his hips into yours so relentlessly people would have a hard time believing this was your first time.

“Cum for me now.” With one final thrust, Renjun’s cock twitched inside you, his hot cum filling up the condom as you came on his length. Renjun rode your high out, softly grinding into you until he pulled out and plopped down next to you.

Both of you were out of breath, heaving from having used up all of your energy. Renjun brushed your hair out of your face, wiping away the sheen of sweat on your forehead. You shot him a tired smile, pulling a blanket over your naked body.

“What do you think you’re doing love?”

“I’m going to sleep. Sex is tiring.”

Renjun let out a hearty chuckle and stopped you from turning over on your side. “Who told you that we’re finished? I’m still not done with you yet baby.”

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sinnaminsuga · 3 years

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Title: Money Counter Part 2

Summary: Just the filthy continuation of the first part of this mess

Word Count: 2629

Warnings: smut, power struggle, slapping, choking, rough sex, a tad violent, a little blood, daddy!kink, i think that's it if i missed something let me know!

A/N: hello again! the beautiful @connieisland popped into my messages and inspired me to make a part 2 to my latest fic and this is what i came up with! feedback is appreciated! thank you for reading! ❤️

Link To Part 1: right here

Tags: @october505 @infinite-shite @hope-to-hell @inlovewithhisblueeyes @littlefreya @viking-raider @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @foodieforthoughts @raspberrydreamclouds @wendimydarling @oddsnendsfanfics @its--fandom--darling @the-soot-sprite @connieisland @feralrunaway @oddduckthatgirl

There was no mistaking the groan and shudder that ran through that dangerous man’s body when you spoke softly into his ear. “Now. Let's talk about your punishment for doubting me. You'll be a good boy for me, won't you darling?”

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Henry’s grip tightened on your waist. “I demand control in all aspects of my life. I don't give that up easily.” he growled.

“So I'll just take. What. I. Want.” you hissed, shoving him backwards swiftly, his broad back hitting the sturdy wood of the table with a muted thud. His eyes widened in surprise at the quick change of his position. Before he could really even adjust, you straddled his waist and leaned down to suckle at the soft tender skin of his neck. You wedged your hands between the already straining buttons of his dress shirt and pulled as hard as you could, sending the buttons flying in every direction. Henry groaned as your lips continued their assault down his now bare chest. You moved slowly and lapped at the skin above his waistband as your hands palmed at his solid length through his pants.

“Well fuck! Are you going to do something or what? I'm dying here!” He all but whined, hands scrabbling for purchase, meeting nothing but loose hundred dollar bills. You giggled to yourself as you fondled him, doing no more and no less than you had been. His hands crumpled the copious amounts of money and as he became frustrated with your lack of desire to do anything but fuck with him, he threw the cash as a feral scream tore from his throat.

Suddenly you were the one at a loss for words as your body was pulled up and flipped over onto your back, thrown into the position Henry was just in. Henry hovered above you, eyes frantically scanning your dress clad form. “Too much.” was all he ground out, not unlike a caveman, before using one hand to tear your dress right down the middle, and making quick work of your panties as well. “HENRY! Do you know how much that dress cost?!” You shrieked, slamming your fists into his chest.

He caught your flailing limbs and pinned them on either side of your head. “Don't care. Get you a new one later. Fuck baby, I can smell you. Like raspberries. And sugar.” Henry moaned lowly, running his nose along your jugular, sharp teeth grazing over your buzzing skin. You couldn't stop the shiver that wracked your body, your sensitive core pulsing around nothing.

“Needy little thing aren't you? You want me? Tell me you do. Because I want you. More than anything. Say you want me, want this, and I’ll take you to levels of ecstasy you’ve never even thought of. Would you like that?” Henry whispered, his knuckles running over your steadily weeping entrance. You whined out a “yes”, lifting your hips looking for friction.

As soon as he got your permission, Henry was on you, his thick strong tongue diving into your lush cavern. You fell victim to his honey coated tongue and soft hums rumbling from his chest. He repeatedly flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit with the vigor of a starving man, pulling sugar sweet moans from your throat. He used his thumbs to pull your folds apart and marvel at the depraved sight that was your aching cunt. You flinched a bit when you felt the pads of Henry’s fingers ghosting over your most sensitive place. He ran his fingers through the sticky sweet slick dripping from you, coating them thoroughly before raising them to his mouth and sucking them clean. The animalistic growl that tore its way out of him was something you’d never grow tired of hearing. When he sank his tongue back into you and curled it in such a way that it rubbed against that spongy flesh inside you, your hand flew to his thick mass of curls atop his head. You could feel him grin against your damp flesh before he lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“Come on sweetheart. Beg me for it. Beg me to cum.” He hissed with a grin. The smile on his face wavered just a fraction when he felt your sharp nails dig into his scalp, sending sparks of pain shooting down his spine.

Tightening your fist around the handful of his hair you had in your hand, you pulled his head up and met his eyes with fury burning in yours. “Fuck you. I don’t beg for a goddamn thing. Never have. Never will.” You ground out between your teeth. Never breaking eye contact with you, he huffed out a laugh and said “Then I guess, I'll just. Take. What. I. Want.”

With a speed you've never experienced, you were flipped over onto your stomach, breasts mashed against the now forgotten money. You attempted to push yourself up onto your forearms but Henry’s broad hand quickly shoved you back down. The lack of control agitated you and you turned as much as you could in his grasp, wriggling your way into a half turned position. Henry attempted to turn you back onto your front and your palm connected with his cheek with a resounding CRACK that echoed in the room.

The force of the slap you delivered had split his lower lip after it collided with his bottom teeth. Henry brought his thumb to his mouth to assess the wound, blood coating his fingertip. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to say “What are you going to do about it?”. A wicked grin split his face, baring his glittering white teeth to you. “Oh you little bitch! You asked for it.” Henry bellowed, his hands once again finding your waist and manhandling you to your front where he had you before. The only difference was his massive hand pressing the side of your face into the wood of the table.

The metal clanging of his belt coming undone sent your body into a frenzy, your pussy clamping down hard around nothing but air. The soft rustle of fabric being pulled down was followed by the sound Henry moaning just a bit as his hand made contact with his engorged manhood. You managed to turn your head under his hand just to get a glimpse of his glorious cock. You knew it would be massive, no one carried themselves around like Henry did if they weren't packing some serious heat.

His erection stood proudly at the apex of his thighs and you shuddered at what you saw next. He held his length out steady, and let a mouthful of spit pour out from between his pillowy lips to land directly onto his shaft. He wiped the excess drool from his mouth with the back of his hand before using it to pump himself, his own spit slicking the way. You keened, watching him intently. When he was ready, he leaned in close so his mouth was against the shell of your ear and his tip notched against your opening.

“I want to fuck you now. But I don't know if you deserve it. Submit to me, wildling,-” you stiffened beneath him, ready to fight him off again, but he continued speaking with his hushed tone. “-and I’ll make you touch the stars. It doesn't make you weak, to let someone else take care of you, you know. I know what you want, what you need, sweetheart but I need to hear you say it. Let me give it to you. Cmon baby.” he murmured.

You weren't ready to say anything just yet and he could tell, so he slowly slid the tip of himself into you, punching out a whimper from your chest. But then he stopped. No movement, nothing. “You can have the rest if you use your words, love. Cmon. Just say it. I gotta hear you say it. Please please please.” Henry rambled, his forehead pressed to the side of your head. Your cunt squeezed around what small piece of him had pushed inside of you, attempting to suck him in further. You burned with need, the ache almost becoming painful. You gritted your teeth, trying to wait him out for about another minute. Then you gave in, the need coursing through you taking over and making you a soft, pliant, whimpering mess. You fell limp against the table and tried to push back onto him.

“Oh god please! I cant take it anymore! I cant go another minute without you inside me! Please oh god please Henry please fuck me please I’m begging you!” you cried, begging was foreign to you and it caused shame and tears to soak your cheeks. Henry brushed your hair behind your ear as he tutted at you. “See? Was that so hard darling? I’ll give you what you need. Shhh don't cry. I'm gonna make it all better okay?” He cooed, lapping up the briney tears that streaked your face as he pushed into you. He bottomed out inside you and you howled with the feeling of being so complete. He pulled back and slammed into you again, his tip kissing your cervix.

“Jesus fucking christ woman you're so tight. Like a god damn virgin. You take me so well. Do you feel me? Here?” Henry splayed his massive hand over your lower stomach. You were unable to form coherent thoughts or words so you nodded as best you could. His palm once again slid up your back and sunk into the hair at the back of your head. He roughly yanked your head back causing you to gasp and sputter. “I'm going to fuck you like an animal. I’m not going to be nice and i'm not going to be gentle but that's what you want isn't it?” Henry spat, his hips beginning to piston his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. He kept spewing filth into your ear as he moved in and out of you, grinding your clit against the table causing the most delicious sensation that teetered on the razor thin edge of pleasure and pain.

“I’m going to fill you up over and over and over again until your hungry little hole is spilling over with my cum. I want to see it drip out of you. Maybe I’ll give you a baby, would you like that, little one? Yeah I want to see you round with my child.” Henry spewed his heated words as his heavy length plundered your channel. Your walls squeezed him, attempting to force him out but also suck him back in at the same time. Your body moved against the table but your brain was mush. He hooked his hand under your left knee and pulled your leg up to rest on the table, opening you further. He tipped his hips at just the right angle, hitting that spot inside you causing you to scream out.

“Oh god yes Daddy!” rolled off your lips and you felt Henry’s rhythm falter.

“Oh sweetheart, I could get used to that. Say it again. Let me hear you.” he moaned.

“Fuck me Daddy! P-please! I-i need to c-cum!” you whined, pathetic and broken. Henry stopped moving for just long enough to gently turn you over onto your back, never slipping out of you. He picked up his pace once again before answering.

“Go ahead pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Yeahhhh just like that baby. Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight” he snarled, massive hands tightening and bruising your waist. You felt the coil in the pit of your stomach snap as you came around him, sparks of unbelievable pleasure shooting up your spine and radiating out to the tips of your fingers. Bliss took over your body and a strangled cry clawed it's way up your throat and out into the hot air between you two.

Henry kept fucking into you as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm, drawing little “Ah!” sounds from your sweet mouth. He halted his movements long enough to lift your naked form into his arms to continue fucking you while in the air. You noted the fact that you were moving around the room but you didn't know where and to be honest you didn't really care as most of your attention was firmly focused on the slick rod impaling you repeatedly. Suddenly your back met the wood of the door and Henry’s right hand snaked it's way up and settled around your vulnerable throat, applying a good amount of pressure.

“Cmon baby give me another one. I know you can. Give it to me. Give it to Daddy, yeah?” Henry barked through clamped teeth, hammering up into you harder and harder with every thrust. His hand on your throat tightened, limiting your speech. That hand left your neck and weaseled it's way between your bodies to rub fast tight little circles over your clit causing you to gasp. Henry rushed forward and licked into your open mouth and your hands flew to his shoulders, sinking your nails into the supple flesh. Neither of you realized how hard he was railing you against the door until you heard the splintering of wood and the crash of metal as the locking mechanism in the door gave way at the same time that you came around his throbbing length once again. There was now a hole in the door but neither of you gave a fuck. Henry pulled you tight against his chest and continued to piston in and out of you at a near punishing pace, now chasing his own high.

“Fuck! I-i’m gonna cum sweetheart. I’m gonna cum inside you. Fill you up real good. Put a baby in you. God fuc- shit! Oh my god!” Henry roared and thrashed like an animal as he shot deep inside you, soothing your aching womb with his seed.

He lowered you both to the ground so you were straddling his lap, still full of him. You rested your head on his shoulder, the both of you panting desperately attempting to fill your lungs with the sex-thick air. Henry's fingers danced up your spine as you relaxed against him.

“We made quite the mess, young lady.” he mumbled, nudging you to turn your head and look. The money you had been tasked with counting now littered the entire room, your supplies for banding the stacks of cash strewn about the floor.

“Yes I suppose we did. Wanna make another one?” You snickered, tightening your walls around his softening length inside you. He let out a low hiss before delivering a light snack to your ass.

“Let me get you to my bedroom first, you heathen.” Henry remarked with a grin as he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Well cmon then Daddy. Show me what else you got.” You giggled with your hands on either side of his face.

Henry’s broad frame shook with his laughter before he looked you in the eyes, his glinting with mischief. His tongue ran up the column of your throat, lapping up the salty sweat glistening on your skin before whispering “Oh I’ll show you what I’ve got darling. Don't you worry.”

Your response died on your lips as his teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder. This man had ruined you for anyone else. And you couldn't find it in yourself to even pretend to be mad about it.

THE END

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