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lxnarphase · 3 months

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guide you all the way down, be your nightlight ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

up to the challenge : ⌞no nut november⌝ edition [ pt 1 - pt 3 - pt 4 ]

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : nanami kento + h. hiromi + k. choso

☾₊‧⁺...cw : fingerfucking, squirting, dirty talking, begging, deep throating condom breaking, excessive cum, riding, kento being lovey-dovey, hiromi nearly loses his mind, choso being whiny and desperate, reader is on birth control but choso is just worried about the mess of no condom, choso's part is very long and indulgent

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : to the anon who requests choso and nanami, i hope you don't mind i threw higuruma in here too, i really wanted to include him since he gives the vibes of being in the middle between nanami and choso 🖤 thank you so much for the request !

✧ n. kento lasts : entire month

you were the one to bring this up to kento, mentioning in passing that gojo wouldn't shut up about this 'challenge' he and geto were going to participate in. with a hum, he asks if you were trying to suggest something to him. if you wanted him to try this little 'game,' he wouldn't mind...as long as you'd let him pamper you all month. and he really does; he's breezing through each day as though nothing is wrong. kento's still as sweet as ever, constantly cuddling you, taking you out on formal dates, and telling you how much he loves you. he manages well the entire November, only showing weakness whenever you try to tease him. but of course, if you're going to try and break his streak, he just spreads you out on the bed, fingerfucking you until you squirt all over his hand. eventually, the whole month flies by, and kento genuinely feels relief that it's over. but he's a little shocked when he comes home, and you're dressed in a pretty, yellow matching lingerie set as you drag him into the bedroom that's filled with candles and roses...he pampered you all month, now it was his turn to be pampered.

"kentooo~" having you between his legs like this, cooing his name so sweetly, causes a shiver to shoot down his spine. you look so adorable, so gorgeous on your knees and pressing kisses up and down his length. those pretty kiss marks would be burned into his mind for weeks. but what makes his stomach flip the most? is that look in your eye. that needy, desperate, loving gaze...it made his cock twitch in your hands. "darling, please," he sighs, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. you smile at him, you fucking smile at him like you aren't peppering his cock in kisses. with a little nip to his thumb, you giggle, nuzzling into his palm. "just focus on me, okay, ken?" he nods, sucking in a breath when your lips press against the tip of his dick. "fuck, princess, god, when you suck me down like that-!" the calm, sweet environment was gone now, with the way you sloppily sucked his cock. it was so fucking messy, your lipstick smearing all over his shaft as your manicured hand cupped his balls, softly massaging them as you felt your spit dripping down to your hand. "yes, yes, just like that, princess, k-keep going. oh, you're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your throat, 'm gonna cum soon in that pretty throat," he oh-so gorgeously moans for you, throwing his head back as he tries not to buck up into your hot mouth. for being such a refined, put-together man, kento loves when you give him such messy head, seeing how your lipstick is smeared everywhere, your chin dripping with precum and saliva. you could feel him throb in your throat just from the view. your kento is so sweet like this, doing his best not to fuck your mouth. but could anyone blame him when your mouth is so hot and wet? god, he never wants you to stop, not when you make him feel so greedy. each time you take him down your throat, kento swears he's going to cum, his head lolling back again as he lets out a deep groan of your name when you take all of him down like it's nothing. he wanted nothing more than to grab you by your hair and fuck your mouth like he wanted...but he wouldn't. no, he's going to keep letting his darling pamper him how she wants...but when he keeps just moaning your name so sweetly, begging you to let him cum... "p-please, honey, I'm so close, let me cum, my pretty girl, let me cum, I'll do anything-!" how could you say no to that?

✧ h. hiromi lasts : entire month

by the end of the first week, hiromi realizes how much he fucking regretted doing this. dealing with his cases has him so stressed he's surprised he didn't go completely grey. every time he comes home, he just wants to love on you, his darling little wife, but he can’t because he’s already dedicated to beating this foolish challenge. so while he can't cum, he is sure to take his frustrations out on you. but it literally crushes him each time he makes you cum, whether it be with his hands, mouth, or dick, and you look at him with those cute pleading eyes, softly whining for him to let you take care of him and make him cum too.

you are too cute for your own good, nearly causing hiromi to cave in several times as the month progressed. even you can see how it was affecting him, as he gets more and more desperate to make you cum, his eyes always zeroed in on your face to ensure your feeling good. he was a prideful, strong man, but fuck, he was so frustrated and pent up that he started to beg you to cum. "you're close, right? i can feel it, sweet thing. just listen to your pussy, she's so wet and sloppy, just from my fingers," he groans into your ear, sounding so wrecked and needy, and he hasn't even touched himself once. but you can hear it, the annoyance in his tone. hiromi is so close to breaking, to giving up and you nearly beg him again to just fuck you, but your eyes catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall. 12:27 am. it was december. he did it, he fucking made it, and you were desperately clawing at his wrist, trying to get his attention. "'romi, 'r-'romi! 's december, you made it, please, pull it out, t-take your dick out, 'romi, need you in me so bad!" with a quick glance to the clock to make sure you weren't fucking with him, hiromi lets out a delirious laugh, undoing his pants enough to pull his throbbing cock out, and he easily folds you in half, sliding his tip through the sopping wet mess between your thighs. "i made it, didn't i? i made it. so now you're gonna reward me, right?" you squeal when you feel the tip of his cock get caught on the entrance of your hole and nudge in juuust enough for you to cry out his name, gushing from the little stimulation it gives you. "look at you...I've been neglecting this little cunt, my fingers aren't enough, my mouth isn't enough. no, no, she needs t' be stuffed with a thick, fat cock to make 'er cream...isn't that right, angel?"

✧ k. choso lasts : 30 minutes

choso was stupid. he was so fucking stupid for even thinking he could do this challenge. he literally heard about it from yuuji before but had no idea what it meant. so here he was, looking at the calendar on his phone. it was mid-morning, and 5 minutes ago, he decided to do this challenge. choso should've remembered that he was a desperate man when it came to you because the second you come out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes as you sleepily greet your boyfriend, he knows he's fucked. but seeing you in his black t-shirt and likely nothing else and choso let out a shaky sigh. just looking at you has his mind racing with all the different ways he wants to have you. you’d look really cute in his lap with a blissed-out smile on your face. with a needy whine, he stands up, dragging you back to the bedroom as he greedily kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and moaning against your lips.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, 'm sorry, you look s' cute, so pretty, m-my pretty baby, y-your cunt is sucking me in—!" choso is a mess, fucking into you from behind. his hands grip your hips, keeping your ass up in the air as his cock abuses your insides, his hot, thick tip smushing against your cervix. he's fucking you into the mattress, his moans mixing with yours and those sweet, wet squelching sounds coming from your pussy, sucking his cock back in with each pull out of you. "moan louder, please? m-move your head, stop muffling yourself w-with the pillow," he whines, his body hovering over yours. you can feel drool dripping from his mouth onto your back, and just the feeling makes your eyes roll back. knowing he was so needy and desperate just to get his dick wet inside of you that he was drooling all over you made your walls clench so hard around him. "c-cho, 's too fucking deep, b-baby, 'm gonna cum," you sob, hands clawing into the pillowcase. instantly, you feel choso grip you harder, barely pulling out of you as his hips slap against yours in a bruising fashion, your body jolting up the bed with how hard he was fucking you. "don' run, please,, don' run from it," he whimpers, choking on a sob as he feels himself twitch inside your gummy walls, his hips stuttering against yours when you keen, pushing back against him when he hits a spot that feels so good. "fuck, f-fuck, 'm cumming, your pussy's so good, so wet, so fuckin' hot, 'm sorry, 'm cumming-!" despite his orgasm rushing over him, he keeps fucking you, his eyes rolling back as he moans your name over and over again, begging you for...something. he doesn't notice the sudden change, but you do, suddenly feeling warm and full inside as he keeps pounding into you. your eyes snap open, and you whine, turning a little to press your hand against his chest. "cho, h-honeyyyy! t-the condom, you broke the condom, you're cummin' in me!' you can't lie, it feels so good, and you feel your head swimming as he pumps thick seed into your needy cunt. it's another minute until he's done, and he starts to pull out but sees how creamy his cock is...and the way the condom is ripped at the top. he...he just came in you. his thick cum was starting to drip out of you, and your hand came up to press against your hole, not wanting to drip it onto the mattress. but he only registered it as you wanting to keep it inside...you wanted his cum? you wanted him to fill up that pretty pussy? he didn't even realize he was speaking out loud, quickly peeling off the broken condom and lining back up with your creamy cunt. "i-i don't mind it, choso, b-but t-take the condom off b-before you-chooo, babyyy, w-wait, that's so deep-!" "s-shhh, s'okay, you can take it, take it for me, 's okay, i always make it fit, i-it fits so good, pretty cunt, 's all mine, 'm gonna cum 'n you over and over again until your a creamy little mess, baby, i-i'll eat it outta you too, promise, promise, just let me stuff you, please!" hm, maybe he'd tell you later this was supposed to be a challenge...maybe not and just pretend like he needed you real bad today.

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mortytheestallion · 4 months

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let the light in

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader, sex pollen, unprotected sex PIV, angst if you squint, cunnilingus, squirting, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), rick being kinda mean, this fic is 18+ minors dni

A/N: this was a fucking beast of a fic i've been trying to wrangle for months. based on this ask

>> Come over.

>> Emergency.

> real emergency? or morty didn’t like your vat of acid emergency?

>> I’m not gonna ask again.

Rick usually enjoys messing with you too much. He’ll beat around the bush as long as he can because it drives you insane. He loves to dangle the unknown in front of you for as long as possible, right up until you just can’t take it anymore.

You don’t bother to rush over anymore. You used to fall all over your apartment, scrambling to find your keys amidst paperwork and weekly takeout. Cursing and throwing piles of clothes everywhere, just for them to be sitting nicely on the hook you never use.

Only for Rick to need the screwdriver two feet to the left of him.

“It’s important I don’t get distracted,” He would grumble at your obvious frustration, a self-important thank you as you hand it over and he sends you back on your way.

Asshole.

Or the time he’d let Morty’s ointment sit too long, and you had to help wrangle him back home. You seemed to be the only one who got bit, however, as Rick made it away unscathed. Typical.

You let out a sigh, uneasiness settles like a stone deep within the pit of your stomach.

You don’t have time to look up from your phone before a portal appears in the corner of your room. You pause for a moment, taking in the green glow and slight pulsing sound. It must really be an emergency if he couldn’t even wait for you to make the drive. It wasn’t long by any means, but you can’t ever remember a time he’s gone out of his way to portal you over.

Slight annoyance runs through you at the convenience he’s withheld from you all this time, but you push it away. This must be urgent. That doesn’t stop you from lacing up your shoes, slowly rising to meet the portal before the familiar falling sensation hits. You still haven’t gotten used to it.

The garage is dark, save for something that glows blue in the corner. It's not lost on you that the house’s defense barricades are currently in place.

Rick’s sitting low on the chair he keeps at his workbench. Slouched as he braces his arms against his knees, long legs splayed open.

His hair is even more unruly than normal. There’s a cut above his eyebrow, and dried blood that mars his lower lip. His usual look of boredom adorns his face, yet the slight twitch of his lips betrays his cool demeanor as he looks you up and down.

Your instinct is to shrink away from him, but you hold Rick’s gaze. His signature lab coat is missing, his blue longsleeve is riddled with holes and burn marks. More dried blood makes it cling to his right side, but if it bothers him, he doesn’t show it. His long legs are spread wide as he casually lounges there, he looks much more broad than usual.

“Are you okay?” Your breath catches, “I mean, is everything okay?” You curse yourself at the way your voice quivers under his unrelenting gaze. You hate that he has this effect on you.

“I got hit on Gearworld-” Rick pauses, as if weighing whether or not to divulge more information, “Idiots are testing bioweapons on non-gear life forms.” His brow quicks at your panicked expression, he lazily holds one hand up to signal he’s going to continue.

“I know this isn’t —uh, what you imagine when you slip those pretty little fingers into your pants at night, but I really need your help.”

Your eyes go wide at his request. Sure you’ve helped him on all kinds of different planets in all different kinds of ways, but never anything like this. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck at the implications of what he’s asking. You can’t help but bite your lip, it doesn’t slip past you how Rick’s hips buck in response to the small action.

You can’t find the words. Why now? Why me?

“Now—now or never, baby,” His voice breaks your trance, “I got a fucking problem here and if you’re not into it don’t— I’m gonna take care of this myself.”

“Why me?” You bite your lip, suddenly shy as you shift your weight. He lets out a groan, his spare hand dragging across his face in annoyance. Always the drama queen.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” You’re locked in a stalemate. His chest is heaving from whatever they’ve injected him with, although you have a pretty good idea by now. He looks at you like he’s hungry. It makes you lose your train of thought. He lets out a groan and a soft fuck. Pleasure shoots down your back and settles down deep in your spine, it makes you shudder.

““You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice the way you ogle me? I had to pull you out of an alien hole for god's sake, because you were too busy watching me instead of doing what I told you.”

“You’re such a dick!” Embarrassment washes over you like a flood. The blood rushing through your ears is so loud as it carries the thump thump thump of your heart.

It’s so Rick to have known about your feelings before you did. Part of you wishes you could crawl inside your apartment and never leave again. You’d just have to get used to the 24 DVDs piled against the TV, and apparently salisbury steaks are back. You could make that work.

“Yeah I’m a dick with a problem so either get riding or get the fuck out.”

Fuck he’s mean. You hate that it turns you on. You like to think that under different, less dire circumstances he’d be nicer. You know he cares for you, he wouldn’t keep you around if he didn’t. It’s so sick. You’re watching him get better, be better, and yet he seems to revert back just when you need him the most.

You take a step toward him and he’s on you, instantly. His shoulders drop as rushes to get his hands on you. He huffs rucking your pants down your thighs. You kick your pants off the rest of the way, watching as he wastes no time to rip your lacy underwear off your body.

“Fuck it feels good to do that for real,” you quirk an eyebrow at his statement, but he ignores you in favor of sucking a bruise where your hip meets your thigh. His other hand trails upward, tugging on your shirt to indicate he wants it off. You comply quickly, letting out a soft moan as he bites the tender flesh spot he’s been nursing below you.

Rick always runs warm, handprints burning into your skin as he grips any piece of you he can get his hand on. You whine at the loss of contact as he uses his workbench you’re pressed against as leverage to bring himself back up to your level.

You squirm underneath him, the press of the cool metal against your back combined with his rough clothes against your front proves overwhelming as he takes your face into his hands.

He kisses you like you’re air and he’s drowning.

You go limp against him, allowing him to lick into the wet cup of your mouth. The metallic taste floods your mouth, he’s kissing you so hard his lip resplit. You can feel yourself clench around nothing as you bite it and he groans.

His face is rougher, you realize, more than you imagined. Stubble rubbing against you as he makes his way down your neck sucking and biting. You can’t help the mewls coming from your mouth that he elicits, you can tell it’s fueling his ego as huffs below you.

His sweater itches against you, but the burn only fuels the arousal as it pools within your core, you whimper as his hand brushes against your front. Your soft sounds egg him on as he returns to your mouth, he gives your lip a rough tug with his teeth before plunging back in with his tongue.

Rick had always been rough with you, this was something else though. He shoves a knee between your thighs, groaning at how warm you feel against him. One hand reaches around to grip the back of your neck as the other catches the back of your thigh to bring your leg around his hip.

He grinds against you this way, holding you so tight you worry you might break in half. You sigh against him, desperate for any contact that allows pleasure to ripple through you as the rough material of his pants continues to catch against your clit.

Affection from Rick was so rare, you continue to drink in this feeling, relishing in being special enough to have him give you so much of his attention.

You let out a whine as he breaks the kiss, upset at the loss of contact. He sucks air in through his teeth as he leans back, taking a moment as his eyes rake over your body. You take this as an opportunity to explore him with your hands, taught skin supported by firm muscle bounces back against your fingers.

You don’t miss the way he’s straining against his pants, bulge prominent against the khaki adorning his legs.

You take the natural pause as an opportunity to push his sweater up indicating you want it off, he wastes no time to fulfill your request as he rips it from his body in the blink of an eye. Goosebumps raise on his skin as his bare form meets the cool air, Rick presses himself back against you seeking your warmth.

“Are you gonna fuck me, or-or are you just gonna—oh!” You squeal as he tweaks your nipple in warning, he gives into your request, nonetheless. You feel a slender finger drag down the length of your body. You lean forward to capture the corner of his jaw, biting softly to busy yourself as you wait for him to touch you.

Your heart leaps, a shudder makes its way down your spine as his fingers catch on your clit, giving his attention to where you need it the most. You’re already wet and warm for him, a low groan escapes his throat as he feels you.

He nudges a long finger between your folds, drinking in the sounds it pulls from you. He watches your expression intensely, the slightest indication of pleasure spurring him on as he seeks your validation.

You can tell he’s holding himself back, sweat beads along his hairline as he’s lost deep in getting you off. You wish you could reach out and smooth his furrowed brow, but you’re cockdumb on his fingers alone. You always thought it would be good with Rick, but you didn’t know it would be this good.

You buck into his hand as the arousal floods deep within the pit of your stomach, it's almost overwhelming how electric his touch feels.

He shifts underneath you, attacking the soft spot above your collarbone as he sucks the flesh tender. He removes his finger from your clit, choosing to run it through your soft slit instead. You moan loudly at the sudden shift in contact, he grunts in response, releasing your shoulder from his bite.

You open your eyes as he removes his hand, sucking in a breath as he brings it to his mouth and sucks.

You gush as he moans around his fingers, the sound vibrating through his chest as you watch him savor you. He releases them with a pop, a strand of salvia linking them back to his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate as he pushes those fingers into you, and you jolt at the sudden contact.

Your fingers are gripping the workbench so tight you’re sure if you looked down they’d be white. Your back arches as his fingers slide in easily to the knuckle.

“Is this what you wanted?” He murmurs, but you know he wouldn’t hear the answer even if you had one to offer him, eyes half mast watching his fingers pump in and out of the tight channel of your pussy. He slips another finger into you, and your arms give out at the wave of pleasure that assaults your senses.

Every muscle in your body tightens as he angles his hand so the flat edge of his palm can press against your clit. He continues to curl his fingers against the spongy piece inside you, focusing on how your cunt pulses slick and hot against him.

“Fuck– Rick, I-I might, I’m gonna—” He can barely hear you, too distracted by the lewd he elicits out of you. There’s sweat beading along your hairline, he can feel your lowering muscles spasming as he twists and scissors his fingers.

He picks up the pace, you can feel yourself dripping against his hand, clenching as your orgasm rapidly approaches. He moans as you grip his forearm, nails digging into the muscle.

“Fuck!” You cry out as he fucks his fingers up, he twists his hand to press circles against your clit and you scream. You clench hard around him in soft, hurried spasms that make him choke on the groan he was about to let slip. He feels the rush of liquid that flows out of you as you burst across his knuckles.

He watches as you arch off of his workbench, shuddering as he pulls pleasure out of you in waves. He thinks he could come in his pants from this alone, the pollen coursing through his veins making him lightheaded. His skin is too tight for his body, limbs feeling as though he’s moving through molasses.

Every time you touch him feels like a douse of cool water. He shakes his head, trying to clear the fog of heat that makes his vision blur. He wants to bring you closer, he’d bury himself inside of you, carve himself deep within your chest if he could. Every cell within his body is screaming, urging him to lick and suck and devour you.

“I can’t– I’m not gonna be able to be gentle with you,” you peer up at him, eyes wet from the intensity of your orgasm, “I won’t be able to take it slow.”

You swallow, eyes flicking down to his crotch before meeting his gaze.

“Do you think it’ll fit?”

He barks out a laugh before curling his fingers you didn’t realize were still inside you. You cringe, at both the tender feeling and the loud squelch that emits from below you.

“Yeah, yeah sweetie, it’s gonna fucking fit,” Rick wastes no time undoing his belt, wolfish grin ghosting his lips. He lets out a deep moan and fuck as he pulls himself out.

You can’t help the noise you make at the sight of it, he’s thick and leaking. You wish you had more time, you’d love to take him in your mouth and make him see god. You take him in your hand instead, brushing your thumb along the top of his cock and humming when his body jerks with it. He thrusts into your grip impatiently, your fingertips catching every ridge and crevice along his length.

You gasp as a calloused hand reaches up in one swift movement to grab your throat.

He enters you with one swift movement, pushing your legs up to get a better angle, ignoring the way you groan as your back hits the wall.

You ignore the pain, blooming for him—sucking him in with your molten heat that nearly blinds him. You want to make it good for him. You want him to know that you can be good for him. You want him to come back after a particularly rough day and bend you over his work bench, or call you in the middle of the night purring for you.

“Fuck, Rick, oh my god,” your eyes roll back, cunt contracting around him. He responds with a heavy slap to your ass that lurches you backward, almost off of him before he slams back into you. His strokes are deliberate and powerful, he fucks you so hard he can hear it.

He fucks and fucks you, every slam of his hips making your lashes flutter. You’re shuddering around him, walls spasming as you cross the line into overstimulation. You let out a strangled cry, your second orgasm hangs in front of your face and you start to push back against him, desperately seeking release.

Rick’s jaw clenches, clicking from an old injury. He’s trying to control himself, but you’re burning hot and tight as all hell. He bites the inside of his cheek as you blossom around his length, throwing his head back as the loud slap slap slap of his hips keeps you dripping on his cock.

You allow yourself to drink in Rick’s distracted state, dragging a soft hand up and down the side of his body, relishing in the way he shudders and gasps at your touch. The idea that he’ll discard you after this, making excuses about not being himself or reacting to the effects of pollen hits you like a truck. It almost sobers you out of your cock-drunk state.

He draws you out of your spiraling with a strained gasp as your fingers find tender flesh, you hesitate before digging into the soft muscle with your nails. It pulls on your heartstrings to willingly inflict pain on him, but any remorse is instantly washed away at the way his dick twitches inside you.

“Sh-shit, do that again,” Comes that dark, gritting baritone as he releases his grip on your legs, choosing instead to wrap a calloused hand around your neck, quickening his pace with sloppy thrusts. Rick lets out an honest to god moan and you clench around him. He pulls out abruptly, and you whine at the loss of contact.

Hurt floods your features, anxiety clawing its way up your chest at the smallest sign of rejection. There's not enough time to ruminate before he’s back on you, sliding to the hilt. You hiss at the return of pressure, pain searing into you. Adjusting around him, you slide your nails down his back. He moans arching into your touch.

“I don’t–,” He’s interrupted as a particularly deep thrust hits something spongy within you and you’re writhing under him. He captures your jaw in his firm grip forcing you to look up at him through hooded eyes.

You look utterly fucked out. Tears leaking from the corners of your eyes make his cock twitch, he’s ready to come but he needs to tell you first. He needs you to know.

“I don’t think you understand just how fucking long— ” Your eyes go wide, “I’ve wanted to hit this hot fucking cunt.”

Each of his words is punctuated with a particularly hard thrust. Your breath hitches in your throat at his confession.

“I know I’ve been a dick lately—”

“Jesus, fuck, Rick, just shut up and fuck me!” You can’t take it anymore, god knows how he’s doing it in his state. Your outburst earns you a hard slap to your ass that he’s holding off the edge of the workbench, whimpering as his fingers dig into the burning flesh. Part of you wanted to hear what he had to say, but you need it to be from him. Not from the Rick with aphrodisiac poison coursing through his veins.

The room is dense with the sound of wet flesh coming together again and again as he takes his thumb and rubs it over your clit in short, quick circles. His cock throbs inside you, you feel your pussy making room for him where you didn’t think possible, allowing him to carve you open and make you his. He grips your hips harder as you try to push away from him, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Uh-uh, I’m not done with you. You–you wanted the Rick, baby, I’m gonna make sure it’s worth your while.”

His pace begins to chase something frantic, you writhe under him as he licks a hot stripe up the side of your neck. You’ve been reduced to nothing but high pitched moans, panting and shivering under him. Your pleasure crests until you feel you’ll explode.

And you do. Your vision goes black as your orgasm racks your body and you explode wet– nearly pushing him out of you as you shove the heels of your hands into your eyes because you cannot look at him right now.

“Fuck,” He rasps, “Goddamn, did you— you just– you’re–,” it just melts into a pile of sounds before he’s groaning sinfully, a last, hard thrust before there is the telltale sprouting of warmth within you.

You're drunk on him, absolutely fucked out as your walls still spasm around him. You yelp as he drops you back on the workbench before dropping down to his knees.

He ducks his head to slide the flat of his tongue through your folds, tasting the slick that drips from you. You shudder, clumsy hands tugging his hair, pulling him off you. You manage to prop yourself up on one arm, looking down at him.

“God you’re fucking filthy.” “You like it.”

His chest is heaving, cock rehardening already from where it rests above the waistband of his unzipped pants. It makes you cringe, he must be in so much pain.

If he is, he doesn’t let it show. It's something you’ve always noticed about him, the lengths he goes to hide himself from the world. From you.

He’s given you this, even in his own fucked up way he’s given you this. It makes your heart swell. Worry picks at you from deep in your subconscious, but you push it away for now. You want to give him something back, he knows how you feel but you need him to know.

It’s why you’re sliding off the bench, sinking to your knees as he rises above you.

“Damn, I would’ve fucking injected myself with that shit if I had known it would’ve gotten you here like this, for me,” He’s so fucking smug, stupid smirk gracing his lips as you take him in your mouth. You’ll wipe it off though, prove to him why he chose you.

Make sure he’ll always want to choose you.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez fanfic #rick Sanchez/reader #Rick C-137

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luveline · 8 months

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more girl dad! hotch plsssss 😫😫😩😩😩

hotch navigates his small family ♡ mom!reader, 1k

Hotch speaks with a softness you could spin into silk. "That's okay, sweetheart. You fill this one out for me next."

You peer through the small gap in the door. Hotch is sitting behind his desk with a case file open in front of him, though you assume any photographs are sequestered away, because in his lap sits a small girl, a toddler with dark, neat hair and a matching frown.

"This one next," she says, picking up her crayon.

"That one next. Good job, I'll be finished in no time with you helping me."

"And we can have… uhm…"

"Rusks?"

"Yes, please."

Hotch leans down to kiss his daughter's small head gently. "You're so polite. How about we leave all this grown up work and get you a rusk now?"

She turns on his leg to slouch into his stomach. Hotch picks her up, the sleeves of his shirt tightening at his biceps as he wraps them behind her back and under her butt, pushing the office chair aside with a careful leg.

He sees you in the doorway and smiles.

"Hi, Mr. Hotchner," you say.

"Hi, mommy," he says, directing Jane's little body your way so she can see you where you're standing outside of his home office. "What are you doing?"

"Just coming to check on you both. And I need help with something."

You've stopped expecting him to pass you whatever kid it is he's carrying anymore. When Aaron is home, he's home, and he's dearly attached to his young daughter. He'd be attached to Jack if he weren't constantly out in the backyard looking for toads. He kisses your cheek, careful not to squish Jane between you. "What do you need help with?"

"I can't get the lid off of the pickles and I promised Jack I'd get him the biggest one."

"Why are our children so hungry?" he asks, putting his hand behind your shoulder as you walk down the stairs together. "Could it be because they both refuse to eat their breakfast, even when mommy says you'll regret it?"

"Breakfast?" Jane asks, blinking owlishly.

You smile at her. "No, sweetheart. Let's have rusks and milk, should we? With honey. Dad's gonna make it just the way you like it."

Jack is back in the house tracking mud footprints over every inch of the kitchen. Only then does Aaron pass you Jane. She's light and easy to hold, she doesn't wriggle or gripe. Despite her resting frown, she's a happy girl who's content to be passed from person to person. "Daddy?" she asks.

"Two seconds." Jack stands guiltily by the fridge, looking down at his shoes and then up at the ceiling, like looking away will get rid of the mess. "Jack, we've talked about this. You can play in the yard when it's wet if you take your shoes off before you come in."

"Well, I thought my shoes would be more dry," Jack says.

"You can't leave water everywhere. What if Y/N slipped while she was carrying your sister? Then they'd both be hurt."

"I guess," Jack says.

"We're gonna have to mop it up. You can help me, buddy. You remember where we put the mop bucket?"

You prop Jane on the island by the sink basin. She immediately puts her hand under the faucet, fascinated by the automatic water. "Wow, lots of fuss," you say.

Aaron helps Jack take off his messy shoes and puts the mop bucket into the basin with a heap of praise for Jane's assistance, such a good helper. He lifts Jack up to squirt cleaner into the water. He's still laughing when he sets him down.

"Rusks, dad?" Jane asks.

Aaron almost barrels you over trying to hold her, lifting her back into his arms to kiss her soft cheek. "I am, I promise." He gives you a pleading look. "Honey–"

"Yeah, okay. I never do the mopping, anyways. Me and Jack will learn together."

You can hear him drowning Jane in love and sweetness as you and Jack get to work. "It's like this, babe, we push the mop head into the drain so we can soak up all the muddy water, then rinse and repeat." You drop your voice to a whisper, hands slack on the handle. "Don't worry, I'll do all the hard work."

"Can we still have pickles?" Jack asks.

"Of course we can. Dad's not mad, he just doesn't like the mess. Quicker we clean up, the sooner we can have a snack. You're not super hungry, are you?"

"I'm starving."

You put the mop back in the bucket, looking Jack up and down. He looks like he could use some proper warming after his time outside in the late September cold, pale cheeks rosy and his nose kissed with chill.

"Aaron? Me and Jack have to pause the mopping, we're hungry."

"Pretend I believe you and sit down. I'll make you something."

"We really are hungry, dad."

Jack takes your hand and pulls you toward the kitchen table. It's an organised chaos, your work things, Aaron's coat, Jack's science project. Underneath it lays a carpet of baby toys and Jane's washables; she plays under the table often to be close to her dad when he's working and you're cooking, or he's cooking and you're reading.

You put him in a seat next to the highchair where Jane spoons warm rusk-mush into her mouth hurriedly. Aaron has secured a baby pink bib around her neck with a safety pin and filled her little sippy cup with watered down orange juice. She looks as happy as you've ever seen her as she misses her own mouth.

You fill Aaron's seat as he vacates it to watch her. You and Aaron are good at filling each other's gaps, parenthood akin to the world's most loving game of musical chairs, and you're just as good at being together, you'd say —he squeezes your shoulders as he leans down. "For the record, you know how to mop. I just don't see why you should."

"That's the right idea," you say happily, laughing as he kisses your cheek.

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megumifuckmeguro · 3 months

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A-Z [almost] SEX WITH CHOSO KAMO

As most of my sexy supporters know [171] as well as my poor infographics, long-form writing is not for me but I tried guys!!!!! 🎀

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Cuddling, cuddles, being cuddled. No cleaning, he doesn’t wanna. I no no wanna :(

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Yours: Everything about you, if your in a relationship with him he expects that you will accept him for who he is, despite his interesting background, as he does the same for you. He cannot even fathom favouritism for any part of your body but he does unconsciously touch your hands a lot, during sex, cuddling, tracing them with his own. He’s very expressive with his hands in the show too (breaking Mahito’s game piece when he’s angry, crushing Mechumaru…when he’s angry)

His: He’s proud of his big arms and built back, it makes him feel masculine and worthy enough to protect you..and his tongue…so he can taste you everywhere

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Patient zero for hyperspermia (producing too much cum to a medical level)

Piercing cum

His cum is so projectile, it moves his dick side to side as it spurts out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

If you just allowed him, he would be more than willing to do dirtier things to you. The curse part of him gives zero fucks and would eat you out during your period or drink your squirt, just to make you feel good. Since he hasn’t been in his human form for too long, the preconceived associations of body fluids being disgusting just isn’t conditioned into him, especially when it comes to you. He rlly dgaf

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

0 pussy in 150+ years…yet a quick learner

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Missionary, to see your face and learn your reactions. Mating press when it gets very passionate.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.):

N/A

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He doesn’t pay attention to it but if you point it out he’s more than willing to groom himself for your approval.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect):

Very romantic, he only wants sex for romance, just another means to show his passionate love to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He lowkey feels guilty for jacking off as he’s wasting cum that he could’ve spent making you feel good and one day impregnating you, you’ll probably have to reassure him that it’s okay for him release himself because you won’t always be there to take care of it.

He rubs off to pictures of you, not even a nude, just like..you and him smiling next to the Eiffel tower or something.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Bed, coach somewhere safe, and away from people and curses. you could convince him to do it in the woods but he should feel like it’s safe enough.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

He doesn’t need motivation. He’s needy 24/7 but just doesn’t wanna overwhelm you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs):

Just doesn’t want to harm you, physically or emotionally. If you ask him to be rougher with his words or to choke you or something…he’ll try…but it will come off half-hearted or hesitant “you’re such a…slut..” he frowns “y/n” he says softly “why do you wanna be called this again?” LOOL

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Definitely prefers giving, because he just wants to please you, and honestly blowjobs can be too stimulating for him, he would rather cherish your pussy by eating it slow, eyes droopy, dark eyebrows slightly upturned, kitten licks on your clit like it would produce milk. Much more enjoyable to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Can be both, it depends on the mood if your egging him on with dirty words he might clench his teeth and push you into a mating press fucking you deep and fast like an animal.

He could also be loving and breathless and whiny, fucking you slow and deep, holding your head down with both hands staring into your eyes intensely. He’s breathing harshly through his nose, trying not to succumb to overwhelming passion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He doesn’t really like them, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need them, he definitely yearns for you in public or when your busy, he would fuck hard and fast in the moment but gets post-nut clarity, he wishes he savoured you longer. He pushes his dick slower and slower, trying to prolong the moment even after cumming giving you pleading but knowing eyes, that the moment was just a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.):

No way, your safety is his top priority, as an older brother he has confidence in his ability to protect and make the right choices for their safety, that will also include yours. So he wouldn’t risk hurting you or having sex in a comprising environment.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?):

However long you let him, he can stay hard as many times as he likes since he can control the blood flow in his body.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He’s okay with them as long as his dick or his hands or mouth is inside you too. He doesn’t wanna miss out, otherwise he’ll probably get jealous of the dildo lol.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

N/A

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

At first, he tries not to make too much noise, as he is a man who’s only ever known to fight, vulnerability like slipping the control of his voice, subconsciously he tries to make sure it doesn’t. He’s not very good at it though, just reassure him once and he’ll be truthfully loud and whiny from then on just because you accept him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He really really enjoys it when after sex, you place your head on his lap and innocently seek comfort in the warmth of his flaccid cock and balls while you’re both watching tv or cuddling or something.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Red tip dick due to increase blood flow, very stiff and very girthy. Many many stiff textured veins. Big heavy balls.

Z=Zzz(How fast do they fall asleep after?):

Regularly he doesn’t fall asleep very easily , he’s a light sleeper, but his cock being warm in his pants after cumming for you helps him fall asleep better and faster.

#jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso smut #choso x you #choso x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #choso jjk #jjk x reader smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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coryosmin · 3 months

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Ok we all agree that sejanus has a massive praise kink

But! I feel like once in a blue moon when he'd get really frustrated/pissed off/annoyed/whatever he would 100% get it out by absolutely ruining you, acting seemingly careless, rougher, making you slightly doubt you're actually able to take it but way to into it to ask it to stop of slow down because it's just so good

he's marking you everywhere, hickeys, hand prints on your ass, bite marks but the pain just add to the overwhelming pleasure he's making you feel, he'd trade his usual praise with more condescending and taunting phrases that you can barely answer to bc you're not even able to form words anymore, he turned you into his little brainless slut, to lost in the pleasure to even use her words right?

and finally when he made you cum so many times you lost count, let himself cum wherever he seem fit, almost instantly you get your usual Sej back, he's an apologizing mess now that he realize how rough he handle you, he'd lightly kiss every single mark he put on your body, whispering how perfect you were for him, like usual, because you're his good girl

And I'm bad at describing stuff but he'd just give the BEST aftercare

mdni | nsfw

no definitely. just imagine he’s like so pissed off over something that happened at the academy or something. and when he goes over to your place after classes end and you’re both in your bedroom, he just starts kissing you so aggressively. and you’re like woah this is new but you don’t hate it. so you kiss him back with just as much passion and eventually, it leads to you being pressed up against your desk, getting pounded by sejanus’ cock. and he’s just going at it.

he isn’t caring and loving like he usually is. sejanus has a hand on your neck, not pressing hard but definitely there for support. he’s railing into you with aggression. and his gaze is hardened as he fucks into you with force. and you? well you’re quite literally a moaning whore.

“you like that, huh?” sejanus says, breathing harshly as he continued his thrusts. “being such a whore for me. taking what i give you.”

and you wouldn’t reply, your cunt squeezing his cock so well. but you nod your head, letting out a high pitch moan as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

“god you’re such a fucking slut.” he says, biting marks on to your neck. and you took it all like a good girl. because even if he was being so harsh, you’d always be his good girl.

he would definitely make you cum numerous times before you guys started having sex. so when you felt your orgasm approaching as he fucked you, you arched your back and moaned so loudly into his ear. “cumming again for me, baby?” he would grunt into your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. “cum like the whore you are.”

and boy did you cum. you came so hard that you actually squirted on his cock. and it immediately made him cum as well, shooting ropes of cum inside of you.

and when you both came down from your highs, he would then look at you with the softest and apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry for being so harsh, baby. i had a bit of a rough day.” sejanus would then kiss your lips before pulling out of you, holding you up against your desk still.

you would smile tiredly at him. “it’s okay, sej. i liked it.”

“i’m glad you did, princess. you’re so good for me.” and he would then spend the next while just kissing you, eventually moving to your bed to lay down and cuddle with you. he would give you small praises, talk about your day, then talk about his in a calm manner. he would be the KING of aftercare because once you both were feeling good after everything, he would make snacks. and you NEVER deny sejanus plinth’s snacks, oKAY

#the hunger games #fanfic #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sej x reader #sejanus plinth x fem!reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth #sejanus x you #smut #thg tbosas #tbosas #thg #minsasks

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familyvideostevie · 6 months

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october twenty-seventh

day twenty-seven: bradley "rooster" bradshaw you and bradley take a bath together after a long day | 18+, mdni, fem!reader, slight overstimulation, aftercare | 2.7k detailed content warnings: fem!reader, fingering, multiple orgasms (for f), overstimulation, bradley isn't mean per say but he encourages you to go for it, dirty talk, squirting, aftercare

Your favorite things after a shitty day are: a bath, a relaxing evening, and your boyfriend. Right now you only have the first two as you wait for the third to get home.

To compensate for Bradley’s absence, you light some candles and keep the lights in the bathroom low. The hot water smells like lavender and you’ve cracked the window so you can hear the rain, even if it’s a little chilly.

The same rain that soaked you on your way to and from work, since you forgot an umbrella. Just one of a long list of things that went wrong to make today one you’re glad to leave behind.

Your entire body relaxes as you sink into the bath and you moan embarrassingly loud. Bradley is due back anytime and maybe if you ask nicely he’ll sit with you for a bit.

Minutes pass, probably not many, since the water is still hot, when you hear the rattle of keys and your boyfriend’s footsteps.

“Hey, baby,” he calls.

“In the tub!”

He putters around, humming a tune you don’t know. You sink further down into the water and wait for him. When he does it’s like the last tendrils of tension in you fade away. He looks so handsome in the dim light, the strong like of his jaw accented in the shadows. He leans down to kiss you lightly and you rise from the water to meet him.

“Tough day?” he asks. “Missed you.” He sits on the closed toilet lit, eyes casually taking in your nudity under the water.

“How’d you know?”

Bradley smirks. “I know you. Baths after work are for tough days. Want to talk about it?” He leans forward, elbows on his knees. The pull of his biceps against his shirt stirs something in your belly.

“Got me there.” You bend one knee so it pops out of the water. His hand is on it immedietly, just to touch you. Both of you do this often — an anchoring touch, just a reminder that you’re there for each other. Bradley, especially, loves touch. “Nothing much to tell.”

His gaze is soft, full of the love you sometimes feel like you’re still getting used to. You’re literally naked in front of him and still he’s looking at you with adoration and concern. “You want to be alone?”

He always asks even if your answer is the same every time. “No,” you tell him.

His fingers press into your knee. “Want me to join you?” He’s kind of joking.

Actually, not a bad idea. He could do something about the growing ache between your legs. “Would you?” you ask shyly.

Bradley perks up. “Really? Hell yeah.” He stands. “Be right back, okay?”

He rushes to the bedroom and you hear the clink of his belt, a few curses. “Don’t hurt yourself!” you call.

He returns with a few more towels and sets them where he was sitting.

The sight of Bradley without a stitch of clothing never gets old. He really is unbearably handsome, far from shy about walking around naked. Every inch of him is worth looking at — his broad shoulders, tanned back and chest. The lines of his muscles, which are everywhere, and the dark hair on his arms and the base of his cock at odds with the lighter shade of his head.

And, god, his cock.

You’re well acquainted with his body by now but your mouth waters at the sight. He’s not even hard — he perks up a little under your gaze, though — but you think he’s gorgeous. Big, obviously, and you know there’s a vein running along the underside that you love to drag your tongue over. It’s pink where the rest of him is tan and it’ll only get pinker and curve a little to the left when it swells.

“Buy a guy dinner first,” he says. You snap your eyes to his face and he winks at you.

“Whatever. You getting in or what?” Your face feels hot but hey, can you be blamed?

“Where do you want me?”

You scoot forward. “Behind me? I want to lay on you.” Any place you got together had to had a bath big enough for you both, and Bradley is…a lot of man. This tub mostly fits the brief, but it’s snug and some water splashes over the sides as he climbs in.

With some effort you both settle, his legs under yours, his chest warm and firm beneath you. And yes, his cock hot and heavy against your ass. But he makes no moves to do anything about it.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Yes,” you sigh. Being near him really does relax you, even if he also makes you horny. “You?”

“Course,” he laughs. “I come home from work and the most beautiful girl in the world asks me to get in the bath with her. I’m as good as I can be.”

You snort and shift a little. He hisses and you apologize.

“No, don’t,” he says. “Can’t help it, though. But we’re relaxing, so as long as you don’t do that again we’ll be fine.”

Well. “We don’t have to just relax,” you suggest.

Bradley’s chest rumbles. You lean your head back on his collarbone to see his face. He’s smirking. Always fucking smirking, this guy. “That’s how it is, is it? It’s your bath, sweetheart, you tell me what you want.”

His eyes slide to yours. You nod. His hands, which were on his own thighs, gently lift your knees so they’re bent, sticking out of the water. He drags his fingers down your thighs under the water and you inhale sharply.

“You had a tough day,” he coos. “So I think it’s only right I take care of you, hm?”

You nod, maybe a little too frantically. Bradley shifts underneath you and more water splashes onto the floor. You can’t find it in yourself to care. The change in position and water level means you’re half out of the water between his legs. The cold air makes you tremble a little, makes you clench around nothing.

“You spreading for me?” Bradley says into your ear. His face is so close it feels like his voice is in your head.

“I — yeah,” you say, prying your knees apart. But he doesn’t touch you where you want him most, not yet. Instead, he caresses your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He pinches and then soothes, pinches and soothes, and your breath gets heavy.

“Most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” he says. “Look like a dream, baby, and I’ve barely started.”

“’Cause you’re such a tease,” you mutter.

“What was that?” he rasps.

You clear your throat. “You’re a tease, Bradley.” He laughs and it sounds devious.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” he asks. “Think we can get you coming twice? Three times?”

If you weren’t half in the water you’re pretty sure you’d be dripping by now. His hands finally leave your breasts alone and make for your inner thighs, stroking up and down.

“Three,” you gasp. “Three, please.”

Bradley nibbles on the shell of your ear. “If you say so, gorgeous. Let’s start slow, huh?”

He circles your clit with his middle and ring finger slowly. You sigh at his touch because he’s finally getting at the ache you’ve been feeling ever since he walked in the bathroom.

“Can feel how wet you are even in the water,” he murmurs. “Kinda wish we weren’t in here so I could hear how this sounds, yeah?” He presses one hand to your abdomen when you buck your hips. “Let’s see how you taste.”

Your eyelids are heavy, your mind already struggling to find words to talk back to him. Normally you give as good as you get in bed with Bradley, but today you’re tired and maybe you really should just let him take care of you.

He presses two fingers into you for just a few seconds, holding them there before pulling them up and out of the water so he can suck on them.

“Oh, god,” you moan. He makes a show of it, licking them clean right near your ear.

“Tastes good, baby,” he says. “Your cunt is a wonder, you know that? Looks perfect, feels perfect, tastes perfect.” You writhe on top of him at his words. He doesn’t tease you for long, returning his attention to your clit quickly.

“Bradley —” your voice breaks off.

“Shh,” he coos. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’m gonna take care of you. You just feel it, okay?”

His circles get faster then slower, faster then slower. He alternates directions, dragging his fingers through your folds a few times but always returning to his assault on your clit, which by now is swollen and aching.

“How we doing, huh? You close?”

You nod frantically. “Yeah, I — don’t stop, please —”

His chest rumbles. “I won’t, sweetheart, don’t worry. C’mon, come for me —”

Your orgasm builds and builds and builds and he doesn’t let up on your clit and then it crashes into you and you jerk in his hold, hips coming out of the water as your cunt clenches around nothing. A long keen crawls its way from your throat and his fingers slow as you come out of it.

But, wait, you still feel the pull low in your belly. You grab his wrist to keep it between your legs.

“I can do another, I can feel it, Bradley, don’t stop —”

He obeys. “You sure?” Sometimes, if everything is just right for it, you can come again almost right away. Usually it’s when he’s fucking you, cock buried deep and brushing your most sensitive spot, but sometimes it’s like this. When you’re boneless and at his mercy but all he wants is to make you feel good.

“Yes, please, I can do it, faster, just like —”

Your second orgasm slams into you. It’s different from the first, quick and hard where the first was a slow build and a snap. Your knees fall together as Bradley keeps his attention on your clit through it until you tug his hand away, your whole body trembling and your breath coming in pants.

He lets you come down from it, hands on your knees, thumbs stroking your skin. You realize you can feel him rock hard against your back but you don’t spare a thought for it. He said this was about you and you know he meant it.

“Got another in you?” he asks once you regain your breath. You know that if you said no, if you wanted to get out right now, Bradley wouldn’t mind. But he hasn’t even fucked you with his fingers, yet, and the thought tightens the hook in your belly yet again.

“Yes,” you say, as firmly as you can. “Can you…use your fingers this time?” He was already doing that, technically, but he knows that you mean. He always knows what you mean.

He presses a kiss to your temple. The water is lukewarm at best by now but neither of you cares much. “Sure can. Ready?” You nod.

He switches hands. “Gotta give you a fresh one for this,” he says. It makes you laugh, and then gasp when he repeats his previous pattern on your clit. “You want these inside, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you moan. “Yes.”

Bradley drags them through your folds a few times before pushing into you. He doesn’t move for a few breaths, as if he’s considering something. And then you feel his fingers curl inside you, feel his pinky and index press into the curve of your ass and you know what he’s decided.

It’s only happened a few times — you squirting. He’d been so in awe the first time but you thought maybe it was a one and done. But Bradley, ever the determined partner, has gotten it out of you since then. It’s filthy and freeing and you both love it.

“Think you can do it?” he asks. “Think you can soak me?” You clench around his fingers in reply and grab onto his thighs. “Atta girl.”

He doesn’t give you another moment to prepare. It’s not so much fucking you as pressing as hard as he can onto your most sensitive spot over and over, curling his fingers just so to produce a never-ending sensation of pleasure.

It’s so good it almost hurts, the build of your orgasm flirting on pain, a vice-like band around you as he keeps a punishing pace, whispering praise in your ear as you moan, as you groan, as you writhe and dig your nails into his skin. You feel out of control, in free fall in the best way and you know Bradley will catch you.

“You gonna squirt?” he rasps, low and filthy in your ear. “You gonna drench my fingers? Gonna get me all wet, too?” His babble doesn’t really make sense, given that you’re both in the bath, but it’s working. You feel the pressure, feel the contraction of your muscles as he presses and presses and presses into you. “C’mon baby, you can do it, I know you can. Show me what this perfect cunt can do, I’ve got you —”

The squelch of his fingers in you is loud and the slap of the water is louder and you feel it the second before it happens, a damn breaking, and then you’re squirting all over his fingers. He pulls them out of you and rubs your clit as you come, the sound that tears from your throat high and desperate. Your legs go tense and then shake as soon as it’s over, as your vision comes back and you find yourself boneless on top of Bradley once again.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Good job, baby.” He doesn’t touch you apart from palming your breasts as you come down. “You okay?”

You nod.

“Tell me, please.”

“I’m okay,” you say. “God, yes, I’m okay, I —” He presses his lips to the side of your head and you quiet. His hands rest heavy on your stomach, a comforting and grounding weight.

“Bath is a little dirty now, huh?” You laugh breathlessly and make an effort to get off of him. He stops you with a gentle hand to your sternum. “Hey, no, take your time. That was…a lot.”

You slump back onto him. “Yeah, it was.”

He nuzzles your neck. “You did good, though. Really good, baby.” You rest your hand over his on your stomach and squeeze, hoping he gets the message. You’re good to me. You always make me feel good. Thank you for taking care of me. Your brain is a little too fuzzy for much else.

“Bradley,” you say, once your breath comes back to you. “I don’t know if I can get up on my own.”

“You’re gonna give me a big head, baby,” he says, teasing. “I’ll get out first then help you, okay? We can take a warm shower. You can sit on the bench, if you want.”

“Okay,” you manage. He gently pushes you off of him and makes it up and out without slipping.

“No funny business in the shower, Bradley,” you say. “I mean it. I don’t think I can handle it.” He helps you out of the bath and wraps a towel around you, brushing your wet hair from your face with gentle fingers and sitting you on the toilet lid. You feel a bit fragile but in a good way.

“Don’t worry, baby. Just showering. I’ll wash your hair.” This is Bradley’s version of aftercare, which you love. He kisses your forehead. “Well, I’m going to jack off after you’re done, but don’t worry about that.” He does look painfully hard.

You take his word for it. “I’ll call for pizza when you’re…doing that.”

“Smart girl.” He releases you to pull the drain on the tub and turns to start the shower.

“Hey,” you say to his back. He turns to you as he has his hand out, checking the water temperature.

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you tell him. He smiles like he always does when you say it.

“I love you back.”

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cherrywrecked · 13 days

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i loved your wonyoung and kkura fic… thoughts on kkura eating wony’s pussy until she squirts on her face? ~~ possibly some forced face sitting from sakura afterwards? i can’t help but feel like kkura would corrupt wony soo badly….

oh, kkura would be a total menace, me thinks. she loves hearing wonyoung moan her name out but the moans wony lets out just a few seconds away from coming hits diff, i just know. 😭 and kkura would want to hear it again and again and again, edging wonyoung... sakura wouldn't let wonyoung breathe for a second before making her cum, wony's clit caught in between her teeth as her tongue rolls over it while her fingers fuck wony so hard :(( wony would be a crying, begging mess... her juices would squirt all over sakura's face, fingers—everywhere. and kkura loves that. she loves how slutty her sister can be for her.

and oh, can i just say... i really think wonyoung's the type to often ask her friends to come over and sakura doesn't mind that. in fact, she loves it when the girls are over, but there are days when wonyoung would tell her sister that her friends would be coming over but sakura was too horny...? like she just wants wonyoung for the whole day. so she would say no, unless wonyoung gives her what she wants. of course, it's wonyoung, who or what else can it be?

“it's okay, wonyoung-ah, your visitors won't be here for the next thirty minutes, right? be a good girl for me and lay still.” wonyoung could only whine but of course, she can't do anything else. kkura would mount carefully above her face while she caresses her cheek, praising wonyoung. telling her she's pretty and she's so good for her sister... kkura would ride wony's face, not caring about her makeup at all. she just wants wonyoung's tongue all over her cunt and wonyoung's going to give her that.

even when the doorbell had already rung, sakura won't stop riding wony's face until she makes a mess all over it. “sshh, keep on doing that— yes, f-fuck. just like that, baby. your friends can wait, mhm? god, your tongue feels so good inside me.” and other words that would heighten wonyoung's desire to have a taste again for her sister.

and did i mention, i think kkura's not a squirter, but she creams so so fucking much when she gets so horny and stimulated. 😭 my god i want her... anyways. wony greeting her friends at the door only for them to ask her what's the white thing on the corner of her lips and wonyoung would just laugh it off saying it was toothpaste residue... sigh!!

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smut-slut69 · 1 year

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Girl He Got You Creaming

Words: 4.8k Includes: Emotions, Smut, Squirting, like the reader gets sopping wet, cum, creaming, porn with plot for a change Ship: Chishiya x Reader TW: N/A This is a request asked for by @kentuckyfriedfuckyou. I hope you enjoy it. I saw this idea and I went Wild :).

A Cure For Writer's Block #5

“Registration closed”

You looked around anxiously at the people around you. There were so many people, far more than usual. You all were trapped in a large building that seemed to reach the sky. The elevator had left you on the top floor which wasn’t making you feel any better.

The large brown eyes were boring into your head, you were trying your best to ignore it, but it was making your stomach churn. It was no secret that Chishiya hated playing games with you. He was a beach executive and one of the smartest people you knew. You were none of those things. By no means were you stupid, you were a lawyer back in the real world. But you needed more than just your intelligence here. You needed to be cunning and clever. Two things you were absolutely not.

You had been getting around in this world by pure chance, the beach helping you out immensely. But this arena was way bigger than what you were used to and it was making you nervous.

“Relax Y/n, your freaking yourself out. You’ll be fine” Chishiya whispered, keeping his hands in his pocket.

“Game, Last Level, Difficulty 10 of Clubs”.

You tried to relax as Chishiya advised as people whispered over the announcement. You could feel your nerves leaving a little. You were pretty good at teamwork. Chishiya on the other hand was bouncing a little on his toes. He didn’t do teams.

“Rules, Each player must make it through each room to reach the last level of the building. You will have 45 minutes to complete all 14 rooms in the building. Each level will increase in difficulty as you go. Once you make it to the bottom level you have successfully completed the game and must stay put until either all players make it to the last level or time runs out. If times runs out and you are not on the first level, it is game over”

“Game, start”

Everyone was hesitant to move through the top floor. There was seemingly nothing wrong with it. It was an empty room, blank and white.

One girl standing alongside all of you decided to walk through and she was immediately hit through the head with an arrow. Blood splattered everywhere making you cringe. You turned to Chishiya, he looked so okay after seeing that.

He leaned closer to you, “Look at all the holes in the walls” he instructed, you turned to see that as he said, there were small holes in the wall, some high some low.

“That’s where the arrows come from”, you realized, he nodded, “Just follow my lead”.

You were going to protest but weren’t allowed time as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him.

“Duck” he yelled, and you heard him just in time for an arrow to pass by your head, just barely missing your head. He pulled you along farther, “Jump” he screamed. You jumped as arrows passed by your feet.

You worked through the level together, him screaming what to do. You listened and thankfully you two made it safely to the stairway that would lead you to the next floor. People behind you had caught on and you turned around. Ready to throw up at the sight of the dead bodies skewed across the floor. It was so terrible.

“Don’t look at them, it’s too late for them. But not for you, now come on we gotta go” He said, offering you a hand. You sucked it up and grabbed his hand, holding onto him tightly as he lead you down the stairs.

The next level was a little more intense, It was pitch black, and you couldn’t see or hear anything.

“Oh fuck I hate the dark, fuck this shit” You cursed, panicked. Chishiya squeezed your hand. “Calm down I’m right here. Stick your hand out and see if you can feel anything” He instructed. You nodded, trailing around trying to find something. Finally, your hands touched concrete.

“I feel something, concrete I think,” You said. “Follow it” he responded. You led him with you as you followed the wall. It was scary but the farther you walked, the closer you got to some form of light. Thankfully, you two made it through, not separating as you went down to the next level.

Now things were getting ridiculous.

Chishiya had to send you flying back so you didn’t fall head-first into a bubbling vat of acid. Before you was an obstacle course. An obstacle course that would positively kill you if you made a wrong move. There were pedestals that you would have to be jumped on, and a rope you had to swing on at the end.

“I fucking hate this place” you groaned frustrated. “Get up, you’ll be fine,” Chishiya said.

You got up, stretching a little before you decided to go for it and jump on the first pedestal, sighing as you landed safely. When you jumped on the next one, Chishiya jumped behind you, making it as well. Safely you two made it over the pedestals. Your shoe almost slipped on the last one but thankfully you had made it.

You grabbed onto the rope, pulling back as much as you could before swinging over. Your feet grazed the ledge near the stairwell and you jumped, latching onto the flooring. Chishiya followed suit, doing surprisingly well. When you both reached the floor you two sighed and went down another flight of stairs.

People were finally catching up to you. But you and Chishiya were still going strong. You two figured out every room together and managed to make it safely to the third floor.

But that’s where everything went wrong.

“Fifteen minutes Remaining”

By now the smell of dead bodies was hanging in the air, and you were trying your best to ignore the stench of burning skin from the last level. You and Chishiya were walking down the stairs, your hand had found its way back in his.

But the comfort his hand offered was driven away when you entered the third floor. The floor was far larger than the others, covered and scattered with what looked like office furniture. Before you all could react something jumped for you two, luckily Chishiya had managed to push you out of the way before it got to you. You quickly got back up, staring wide-eyed at the actual fucking black panther standing between you. You looked at Chishiya, then the panther before you both shot off running. You were faster than Chishiya. Though that wasn’t your main focus currently.

Your mind was on escaping the real-life fucking panther that was on your toes. But you were shaken out of your flight mode when you heard Chishiya scream. You had never heard it before, but it was not something you wanted to hear again.

You turned to see Chishiya on the ground, the Panther backing him up into a corner. You weren’t sure what to do, but you had to do something. So you Grabbed a lamp thrown on the floor and ran over to the panther. You smashed the lamp over the cat’s head, watching it crumple over.

It would be fine and you knew that. You weren’t that strong. You pulled Chishiya off the grown and held onto his hand tight as you ran, jumping over all the thrown-over office equipment. You ran all the way across the large floor until the staircase door was in sight. Just as the stairwell door was in sight you heard rustling behind you. You turned around to see the panther catching up to you.

Your legs were aching and you were growing tired from the exertion of running. Pure adrenaline pumping through your veins. When you got to the door you opened it for Chishiya to go through. Just as you were about to push through you turned to see the panther running straight for you, ready to pounce.

The only way to avoid being ripped to shreds was to run out of the way, the panther’s body colliding with the door, closing it shut.

Chishiya’s eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Pulling at the door handle to come to your aid. But no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t get it open. The door was jammed.

“Y/n!” he screamed, pounding on the door.

The panther stalked towards you, you attempted to stand but whimpered in pain. You definitely sprained something. The panther was dangerously close to you now and Chishiya was still trying to open the door. You reached for a nearby stapler on the floor and clocked the panther in the head, limping back to the door.

Chishiya smiled when he saw you got away, but frowned immediately when he realized you couldn’t get the door open from your end either.

You sighed when you noticed the panther getting back up.

“Chishiya, you have to go now. We don’t have a lot of time, we only have a couple minutes left in the game. Go Chishiya” You grunted as the panther stalked you.

“Chishiya looked at you confused. “Y/n stop, you’re being stupid, you can come through. Come on” He said desperately pulling at the door.

Tears started to streak your eyes, “It’s okay Chishiya, I’ll meet you on the last floor,” You said. He refused, he wouldn’t leave without you. You offered him a weak smile, placing your hand on the door, “I promise I’ll come back, please go” You said, dodging away from the panther as it finally attacked.

“Ten minutes remaining”

He turned away, ignoring the foreign feeling of wetness falling down his face as he walked down to the last level. He fucking hated playing games with you.

Chishiya made it through the last level with ease. Jumping over electrical wires until he made it to where everyone else who had completed every level was waiting. He leaned against the wall, foot tapping anxiously. Every survivor’s eyes stared at Chishiya with sympathy he didn’t want. His eyes stayed glued to the stairs.

“1 minute remaining”

He tried to ignore the fact that he was full-on sobbing in front of these people right now. It had felt like it had been years since he left you at that door

But you still weren’t here. You still weren’t here.

You had become so much to him, from showing you around that first day at the beach, to now. You were scared when you first came and he was all you knew. So you stuck to him. He found it incredibly annoying at first.

“30 seconds remaining”

But now he couldn’t imagine going a day without seeing you laugh. He couldn’t imagine going a day without seeing you brush your beautiful brown hair away from your face. He couldn’t imagine going a day without seeing your lips, covered in stolen lip gloss, curved into the brightest smile he had ever seen.

“5 seconds remaining”

He didn’t want to imagine going a day without you. He didn’t think he could do it.

When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he was sure it was someone around him, trying to give him comfort over his loss. But then he heard it, the name only you called him when it was late at night and he was feeling emotions he wouldn’t dare show to anyone else at the beach. The name you would use when he was tired and letting you take care of him. The name you used when he needed you more than he would ever dare admit to himself.

“Shiya,” your sweet voice whispered.

He didn’t believe it, it was this stupid world playing tricks on him, it had to be.

“Shiya, look at me, open your eyes”

He opened them, looking at you. And it was really you. Your skin was tinged red and your hair was disheveled. You were walking with a limp and he could smell the scent of electricity on you. But you were here and it was you. And that meant everything was perfect.

He stared at you before doing something he never did with anyone. He hugged you, pulling you close to him. He felt selfish at that moment because he wasn’t doing it for you or your comfort. He was hugging you to make sure you were here, really here.

He held you close, pushing your head against his chest. Your soft fingers held him tight as well.

“Game Over”

People filed out of the lobby, and you two stayed right there. You felt the ghost of lips on your forehead. Just as soon as they had arrived, they were gone.

The walk back to the beach was silent, Chishiya had given you his jacket and was holding onto your hand with a death grip. His eyes were dried and he looked deep in thought. So you left him be. Enjoying the feel of the cool night air on your skin.

You waited outside of the hatter's room as Chishiya told you to. He gave the hatter the 10 of Clubs card he swiped and left. Placing his arm over your shoulder and guiding you back to his room.

You had only been in his room a few times, and it was just the same as you had remembered. Cluttered but organized, you liked it in here.

“You should take a shower Y/n, I’ll give you some of my clothes to wear,” he said.

You nodded going to the bathroom. He handed you a way too big T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you to change into. The water was cooling over you and made you feel way better. But it stung the wound the panther had left on your thigh terribly. Soon you got out, ignoring the pain in your thigh and your aching ankle as you changed into Chishiya’s clothes. They were too big but they were comfortable and they smelled like him. You came out to see him sitting at his desk, tinkering with something. When he saw you come out he turned to you getting up immediately.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked.

“A little” you answered lowly.

“Where?” he asked.

“It’s nothing Chishiya, I’m fine,” you said.

“Where” he repeated.

“It’s on my thigh,” you said.

“Take off your pants, let me patch it up for you,” he said, going to grab his first aid kit.

“Chishiya, I’ll be fine” you insisted.

“Please, there are way too many things going on in my head right now, I need to make sure you’re okay,” he said honestly, too honest for his liking.

“O-okay”, you said.

You removed your pants, your underwear being the only barrier between yourself and Chishiya now. You sat on the bed as he settled your legs with his first aid kit. He used his hands to spread your legs wider. You watched intently as he took out some alcohol pads and gently wiped your wound with them.

You flinched at the stinging feeling it gave you. But relaxed when he removed it. He slowly lifted your thigh over his shoulder.

Something about this position was making you shiver. He was so close to you, too close. There were so many things running through your head after the game.

You were happy you had survived, confused at how much emotion Chishiya had shown you, and sad at how terrible the way you could have died had made him feel. You had never thought he actually cared before.

But there he was, with your leg draped gingerly over his shoulder, face inches away from the most private part of your body, fingers tracing delicately over your thigh as he bandaged you up.

When you were done, he tapped your thigh making you jolt a little. He gave you a look but shook it off.

“Don’t put the pants back on, it could irritate the wound.”You said.

You nodded. He laid down on his bed. Relaxing onto it. You turned to him, opening your mouth to speak but closed it again.

“Just ask Y/n,” he said.

“C-can I stay here tonight,” You asked.

He looked at you amused, “Sure” he said.

You smiled and crawled over to lie on the bed beside Chishiya. You stared at the ceiling and so did he. You weren’t so sure how long you two were laying there, but at some point, Chishiya reached over to turn off the lights. “Get some sleep, you need it,” Chishiya said, pulling a blanket over the two of you.

Before you even tried to sleep, you knew it wasn’t going to come. Your eyes were wide open. You turned over to Chishiya, who was laying next to you peacefully. His eyes were closed and his chest rose up and down. It was comforting.

“Are you just going to watch me all night,” he said keeping his eyes closed.

Your eyes widened, “S-sorry, I thought you were sleeping” you said.

“What’s bothering you, the only reason you ever can’t sleep is when you’re thinking” he stated matter of factly.

“It’s just, it’s nothing, it’s stupid” you insisted.

“You might as well let it out Y/n” he mumbled.

You shrugged your shoulders, burying yourself deeper into the covers. “I’ve never seen you cry before Shiya,” you said.

His eyes opened at the mention of what had happened earlier that day. “It was just surprising to see it, it sounds stupid because you’re human too, I just never thought you would, or could for that matter,” you said.

Chishiya’s eyes never met yours, his eyes stayed glued to the ceiling. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s nothing I’ll just go to . .”

“You scared me,” Chishiya said, eyes now burning into yours.

“Huh?” you questioned.

“I thought you died,” he said. “I couldn’t handle it”.

“You could do it, I’m no use anyway. Court skills don’t necessarily help you here” you chuckled.

“Don’t joke about you almost dying, it wasn’t funny. If you weren’t here I couldn’t keep going in this hell hole, I couldn’t keep going here without you. As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t hate you. I think I love everything about you. The fact that the first person I actually enjoyed having around was gone. I couldn’t handle it” He said.

You sat there in shock at his words. He had never talked to you like that, so honestly, so purely. Chishiya’s soft fingers lightly pushed back a stray curl from your face, keeping his cold hands on your warm cheeks.

“You like me” you breathed out.

“How could I possibly not, you’re fucking perfect. Everything about you makes me want to know more” he breathed, scaring himself with how honest you made him.

You stared at him, then down at his lips. “I really want to kiss you right now” you whispered.

Chishiya could feel his body move before his mind. He was so confused as to why he was letting himself do this. He knew attachment, even in the regular world, only meant pain and hurt.

He knew that.

But right now, with your soft lips on his, he didn’t care. He wanted you, no, needed you. So much more than he thought.

The kiss was slow and inviting, tentative and gentle. It was everything. He lightly trailed over your soft skin, pulling you closer to him. Your legs tangled with his, pushing closer to him. He held you tightly by your waist. Your hands came to caress his jaw, smiling at the groan Chishiya made.

Chishiya gripped the flesh of your hips, sliding his hands up your t-shirt, rubbing at the bare flesh there as well. You tensed at the cold feeling his hand offered, pushing your tongue into his mouth.

He pulled you on top of him, sitting up a little to kiss you at a better angle. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, straddling him to remove your shirt. He stared at you wide-eyed. Your full tits sitting right in his face.

“Are you sure you want to . . . “Chishiya’s words were silenced as you went back to kissing him, “yes” You sighed as you kissed down his jaw making him groan. His hands held onto your waist tightly, pulling you back so he could kiss you again.

Your thigh ached but this was worth it. You worked off his shirt, smiling as he kissed you again. Cold hands trailing under your pink undies. Pinching and squeezing at your ass. You moaned at the feeling, your underwear getting unbelievably wet the more he touched you.

He was working wonders on you, the way Chkishiya had turned you into a sex-brained mess without even trying was insane. He made you wet for him, he made you want him, he made you need him.

Chishiya broke from the kiss, trailing kisses down your neck, kissing lightly at the easily bruised flesh. The hands playing with your ass reached to rub you through your underwear. You moaned as he rubbed tight circles over you through the pink fabric. Your hips ground into his hands as he rubbed you, hoping he couldn’t feel the embarrassing amount of juices leaking through your underwear.

“All this for me, do I really make you this horny” he whispered, kissing you right under your ear. “Mhmm” you moaned as he went faster.

“God you’re so wet, does it feel good,” he asked, suckling over your neck.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “I like it when you talk to me” You sighed, legs shaking from the pleasure. At this rate, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Really, you like when I talk to you beautiful” He rasped, nipping at your pulse point. You moaned loudly at the pet name, feeling yourself teeter so close to the edge. But, his nimble fingers left your core, leaving you bucking your hips up for more. He brought his hands up to your mouth, they were soaked in your own juices, despite him not directly touching you.

You happily sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them gently. Chishiya watched you move intently eyes never leaving yours. He pulled them out of your mouth, pulling your panties to the side, pulling them over your ass.

“Fuck” Chishiya cursed as your bare core sat right over his erection, “your pussy’s drooling on me pretty girl” he sighed.

You mewled at his words. “Shiya, if you keep saying stuff like that it’s going to get so much worse down there,” you said. Chishiya reached a hand down to pull out his cock from his pants. He was rock hard, his tip leaking a dangerous amount of pre cum. You looked down at him, smiling at his erection.

You looked back up at him, smiling excitedly at Chishiya. “Are you sure you want to Y/n?” he asked, looking at you. “Please, so bad” you answered.

He laid back on the headboard as you got up on your knees, grabbing his cock and making him sigh. You pumped him a few times, watching him whimper when your thumb ran over the tip. You slowly pushed his cock into you, pushing his cock past your entrance.

You quickly learned that either he was too big or you were too tight because the stretch you felt was delicious. Chishiya held onto you, helping you sink down onto his cock. When he bottomed out you both moaned, your arms wrapping around Chishiya’s neck.

“Fuck” your voice trembled as you sat still for a minute.

“Are you okay, is it too much?” He asked, placing emotion-filled kisses onto your cheek. You shook your head, “You’re just bigger than I’m used to, that’s all” you promised, Chishiya smiling at that news.

After a little bit, you decided to grind your hips down, gasping as his hard tip hit that gorgeous spot on your front walls. Chishiya groaned at the feeling of you, it was heavenly.

Before the borderlands, he didn’t sleep with many women but those who he had been with couldn’t compare to you. You were warm and so fucking wet, and tighter than anyone he had ever had. The way your walls hugged his cock was delicious.

His eyes wandered to yours, watching your face contort with pleasure as your hips sped up. “Your so beautiful y/n” he groaned, squeezing your ass.

You laughed, “Are you saying that because you mean it or because your cock’s, oh fuck, in my fucking stomach right now”.

He kissed you, “Can’t it be both pretty girl,”. You groaned at the nickname. You rose up higher halting your movements. You pushed him down onto the bed with your hands, slumping down onto his chest, both of you moaning at the new angle.

Your ass bounced over his cock, making your hips stutter from how good it felt. You could feel yourself getting closer. Just a few pumps and you were sure you would see stars.

“Are you getting close pretty girl” he huffed. “Yes, fuck I’m gonna cum” You warned. His hands came to still your hips making you whine.

“Relax, I’ll let you cum soon” he promised, stroking your pretty ass. He turned you around, bending you down. Now he could see the way his cock fit into your pussy. Your pussy was sopping around him, he could see your juices falling down his cock. White rings of cream forming around him.

“Go on baby, keep going,” he said. Your hips started again. He whimpered at the sight of his tip disappearing and repairing inside of you. You cried, gripping the bed sheets as you bounced on his cock. Your pussy letting out lewd squelching noises, your ass clapping against Chishiya’s stomach. His entire lower half was wet. Covered in your juices. It was so hot, you were so fucking wet. He couldn’t get enough.

He almost felt bad for stopping you the second time. He could see how much more of your juices were spilling out and how your pussy was creaming onto him, you were gonna cum soon. Chishiya stilled your hips, spinning you around to face him.

“Shiya, you promised,” you groaned, rocking your hips onto him again. Your faux madness was driven away when he kissed that sweet spot on your neck. “I want you to look at me when you cum pretty girl”.

You kissed him, continuing to grind onto his cock that was buried so deep inside of your cunt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his fingers helped guide you over his cock. Your forehead was pressed against his. Looking straight into his eyes as his cock reached that perfect spot so deep inside of you.

“Shiya, talk to me, talk to me please” you begged.

“You look so fucking beautiful on top of me” he groaned. “Everything about you is perfect, your lips, your pussy, your tits, god your so fucking perfect. You fit so perfectly around me” he said. You shook a little over his cock, you definitely had a praise kink.

“Your so good for me, you ride my dick so good pretty girl,” He said. Your eyes rolled up into your head. You were so close, you could feel it.

“Are you gonna cum baby” He whispered. “Yes, fuck Shiya, I’m so close” you whimpered. He groaned at the use of that nickname.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, starting to thrust up hard into your pussy. You moaned so loud you swore the entire fucking beach could hear you. He was fucking you way too good. You wish you had lasted longer, you wanted to keep him inside you all night long.

“Go ahead baby, you can do it, cum on my cock pretty girl,” he said.

The edges of your vision went white as you held onto Chishiya with a death grip. You shook violently over his cock, squirting out a ridiculous flow of juices. Chishiya’s pace didn’t stop as he chased his high too, thrusts getting sloppier as he shot thick ropes of cum inside of you making you shake more. You slumped against him, trying to catch your breath. You were exhausted and you could barely move.

You felt him pull out of you, laying you gently against the bed. He got up and you heard water running before he came back. Gently wiping your lower half with what felt like a washcloth. He laid down next to you, pulling your tired form closer to you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” he asked.

You smiled, nodding, “You just gave me the best fucking orgasm of my life, of course, I’m okay” you promised.

You laid against his chest with your eyes closed ready to sleep. But the feeling of nervous eyes staring at you was making that difficult.

“Shiya, baby, you just fucked my brains out, of course I love you too, no you’re not weak for liking me, and yes, we can look for a plan b tomorrow. To be honest though, if you fuck me like that again, I’ll gladly birth your babies. Now go to sleep and stop worrying ”you said. Placing a kiss on his exposed chest.

He sighed, relaxing into you, pulling you close, and burying his face into his hair. Letting his guard down for the first time ever at the beach and going to sleep.

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imaslutforcuddles · 1 year

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DUMB DUMB

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER

Summary: Your a cheerleader at Hawkins high, Jason trusts you exclusively. Well mainly because your his childhood bestfriend. Yet there is something that no one In the squads know. Your a fantasy lover, and hellfire Is the best fucking thing you’ve ever joined. After being tired of Jason’s bullshit, you decide to mess everything up between the two of you. Best thing yet, he never even saw it coming.

Warnings: Swearing, substance use, smoking, angst (jason), bullying, fighting, loss of virginity, SMUT, p in v, oral (f receiving), squirting, unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), little bit of Dom Eddie :), praise, subby reader, good girl and shit like that, a lot of orgasming lmfao, overstimulation, Eddie is big.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: OMFG ITS FINALLY DONE. BTW people HAVE SEX IN THIS SO MINORS BE AWARE!!!!!! I’m not in-charge of your media consumption so i can’t make you click off. I WILL BLOCK YOU THOUGH- The title is a song that i found from a movie called Do Revenge (maya hawke acts in it). I fucking love It, def recommend. HERE Is the Spotify official playlist for it, also recommend listening to while reading this. A smut fic bc eddie deserves some pussy.

You reach into your bag grabbing a twenty, “Is it going to be more expensive because I’m friends with Carver?” Eddie chuckles grabbing the cash and hands you a bag of pre-rolls, “Nah, you get a member discount.” You pause looking down, “Well damn.” Eddie raises his brows, “I guess i can’t leave hellfire then.” The both of you start laughing uncontrollably.

You wipe a stray tear off your face while you both get up from the bench you were sitting on. Sighing, Eddie comes closer to you, “Why are you even friends with him?”

“Because I’m going to make him hurt, like he hurt you.”

Eddie widened his eyes and huffed, “Jesus. h. christ.” He cleared his throat and looked away, trying to hide the growing blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you grabbed your bag. “Hey Eds i think we should head back, I don’t want to miss out of the worst fucking school lunch i’ve ever eaten in my life (we can all agree school lunches are vile).” He frowned, but then grinned not wanting to seem too vulnerable.

“Yep.”

Eddie picked through his lunch as always, head in his hand.

“Hey Eddie are you okay?” Dustin frowned as Eddie raised his head and grinned. “I’m just fine Henderson.” Mike and Lucas looked at each-other sharing a knowing look, “Are you sure Eddie because you kinda look like shit,” Dustin continued. Eddie glared at him, “What did you just say?” Dustin widened his eyes and looked away gulping, “I j-just mean you look a bit tired that’s all!” Eddie shook his head scoffing, “Yeah okay Henderson.”

He looked around and caught your eyes. You winked and smiled at him as he looked away embarrassed.

“Hey peach who are you looking at?” You winced at the cringe pet name and your grin became a thin line as you realized who had started talking to you, “No one Carver.” He stared down at you for a minute waiting for a different answer before it turned into a glare, “I fucking saw you wink at him.” He huffed. You kissed your teeth and sighed, “Who are you talking about jason?”

He scoffed, “You fucking know who the fuck I’m talking about Y/n.” Rolling your eyes you turned to meet his, “I actually don’t Jason that’s why I asked.” He tensed up realising you weren’t going to confess. “You were looking at the fucking freak!” He whisper-shouted. Pressing a hand to your temple you sighed, “He’s not a freak Jason.”

“Oh-ho yes the fuck he is! Why are you defending him?” He fought. “You know what jason?” Pausing you huffed out air you didn’t know you had held in. “The only freak here is you.” You looked everywhere but at his face as he frowned.

As you started to walk off, you turned your head hearing one word fall out of his mouth, “Whore.” You widened your eyes and shook your head. “NOW I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST FUCKING CALL ME A WHORE JASON CARVER!” If looks could kill, he would be dead on the cold and dirty cafetera floor. His tense figure softened a bit as he started to cower at all the eyes laid on the two of you, “I’m sorry Y/n.” Scoffing at his lame apology you waved your hand and walked off, “Yeah you fucking should be. God you disgust me.”

Being in that school was so suffocating that the second you walked out your breath returned to your body, and you could finally breathe.

You dropped your head and closed your eyes. How could he have called you that? He was far from the truth, you were a virgin. You normally don’t take any sort of offense to being called slutty or anything like that, but Jason wasn’t the type you would pin for slut shaming. Or so you thought. And you couldn’t stop the naging words in the back of your mind.

Jason Carver isn’t a good person. He deserves to pay.

“The hooded cultists chant, hail Lord Vecna.” You scoff and look over at mike. ‘tf is this dumbass saying?’ You mouth, mike grins at your comment and shakes his head with you. “Hail Lord Vecna. They turn to you,” His eyes jolt to you and you freeze, ‘God damnit i can’t fucking die first again, Hegla is too precious to me.’ You cry to yourself. “Remove their hoods, you recognise most of them from makbar. There is one you do not recognise, his skin shriveled,” He turns his focus onto jeff and your breath steadys a little as Erica gulps next to you. “Desiccated, and something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”

Your face drops and you look to your right, “WHAT!” you shout with dustin. You have already lost so much to Vecna, and you thought he was killed by kas!

You lift your hands up to your face and start fake crying. though you believe you might actually start to cry, “Venca is DEAD.” “He was killed by kas!” Mike agrees. You rub your temple in defeat, “So it was thought my friends, so it was thought. BUT VECNA LIVES.”

You gasp again and drop your body weight into your chair, “We’re fuckin dead, doomed, through. Pack it up people!”

Eddie chuckles and continues on while others groan and huff.

“You are scared, your tired, you are injured. Do you flee Venca and his cultists?” You grip your chair fuming and hopped up on caffeine and adrenaline, “Or do you stay and fight.”

You all sit in silence for a while, even Eddie gets impatient. “Come on,”

You think deeply about the consequence of running away, ‘you’d be a coward. but, you’d live.’

Dustin holds his hand up, debating a wise choice. “I say we fight;” You look over at him and nod a little, “To the death.” You nod and smile throwing down your pencil, “To the death!” Mike and Erica agree and soon everyone has joined in chanting. Eddie starts laughing and lays back in his throne as you all slam your hands on the table shouting, Dustin leans back while yelling “TO THE DEATH!”

Erica rolls her D8 and D10 while you all lean closer in anticipation; soon your all shout “YES!” and grinning at the roll.

Mike rolls his D20 and you all hiss and yell in agony when he fails.

Jeff’s turn ends up with Eddie smacking his character off the board.

Win to loss to loss again and again, and again as Eddie laughs maniacally at you all.

A timeout is called and as you huddle up gareth says, “Guys i hate to say this but we have got to flee.” Jeff nods and another says, “I concur.” (His name isn’t specified anywhere he literally is just called ‘freak’)

Erica shakes her head, “Didn’t we literally just say ‘to the death’?” “That wasn’t literal!”

Jeff continues, “Vecna just decimated us, we can’t kill him with three players!” (we’re going to pretend your precious Helga survived) Dustin scoffs, “You too?! He only has 15hp left, don’t be pussies-!” Gareth makes a face, “Pussies, Really? Cause were not delusional?” He whisper yells. You slap a hand to your face to try and stop a laugh, “Gareth i swear to god-” “Delusional? How about not cowards.”

“Hey.” Eddie shouts, “If i may interject gentlemen, ‘Lady applejack/Knight Hegla’. whilst i respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running.. Don’t try to be heros, not today. Kay?” His grin widens. You look from Erica to Dustin as he raises a finger, “One second.” Back to your huddle, “What do you think mike?” “How many hp do you guys have left?” He asks, “Twelve.” You three say in unison, “It’s risky as hell, but your the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” You try not to smile as Gareth's face contorts the hole time mike talks.

Dustin inhails, “What do you say girls?” Erica looks from you to Dustin, “Do you really gotta ask?” Dustin then looks at you, you smile and raise a brow. “Do you think i look like a bitch to back down from an ass whoopin?” Dustin takes a second, “Screw it.”

“Lets kill this son of a bitch.”

Jeff huffs and you all get closer to the table, “Chances of success are twenty to one!” Dustin points a finger, “Never tell me the odds.”

“Give me the D20.”

Eddie smirks and tosses him the dice.

Your all huddled around the table and Dustin as he rolls, eleven. You groan as Eddie waves his head up and down, “That’s a MISS.” You all hiss as you barely miss, it’s all up to Erica.

All eyes are on Erica as she rolls the D20, Gareth crying, Dustin shouting, You slamming your fist into your palm. Eddie leans closer to the dice, twenty! Your all shouting in victory. Eddie was yipping and jerking, his hands clapping while he smiled in surprise and also he’s just a proud DM.

You decided to stay back with Eddie to help clean the room after the campaign was over and everyone else went home. Eddie came over to you and grinned, “Helga’s still alive ay, you should be proud.” Your mouth hung open and your eyes widened as you punched his arm, “You fucker! It’s not my fault you love to kill us all off like daisies.” It’s true, this is the first campaign you’ve survived. You’ve been in hellfire just over three months.

Eddie chuckled and nudged your shoulder, “I know i’m proud.”

You stopped picking up pieces and dice looking over at Eddie, blushing when you realise just how close he was to you. “You mean it?” He smiled stepping closer, “Of course, Its difficult to survive such..” Eddie started leaning in, to the point you could feel his hot breath against your face, “Difficult campaigns.” Your breath hitched when his lips almost touched, “Eddie?” You felt something warming up in your stomach, “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widened as you put your lips on his. His lips felt so right connected to yours and you felt a moan building up as he deepened the kiss. Eddie groaned into you as you pressed your body up against his, “God your so beautiful,” you smiled, “I bet i’d look prettier naked on top of you.”

He froze, “Are you okay Eds?” “Never been better.”

So here you are in his bed with butterfly sheets that he never bothered to get rid of, naked.

Eddie kissed you on the lips savoring you, “Can i taste you baby? You look so good.” You moaned and nodded, “Please Eddie.”

“Please what? I want to hear you beg.”

You clenched your thighs together, “Please eat my pussy Eddie.” He grinned, “Of course, how could i refuse my good girl? Your going to be my good girl aren’t you?” He looked into your eyes sending shivers down your spine, “Of course Eds!” You nod your head, eager to be touched. He chuckles at your obedience and starts slowly kissing down your body, his touch like fire against your skin. It felt too good to be true. The boy that you’ve liked for years, is going to eat you out? You whined as his lips teased your thighs, he kissed everywhere but where you need the most. “Please Eddie.” He looked up at you from in-between your legs and you melted, this fine-ass man was willing to fuck you. Your whines soon turned into moans as he began to kiss and suck your clit.

You slid your hands into his thick curls and arched your back, “Oh yes! Please!” You almost screamed and he dipped his tongue into your wet cunt, “Fuck Eddie!” He hums into your cunt, “Your pussy is fucking heaven baby.” The flick of his tongue driving you insane and the was his thumb rubs your clit makes you orgasm quicker than you’ve ever cum before. Legs shaking and eyes rolled back you squeal as he continues to eat your cunt like a dessert, “E-Eddie too mu-” He shuts you up with his two fingers sliding into your wet hole.

Moans are the only noise you make, Eddie smiles into your cunt and keeps sucking and kissing your clit. You cry out and start clenching hard on his fingers, “Are you gonna cum for me again baby?” You can only answer with a whine. He laughs at your answer and starts pumping his fingers faster, hitting your sweet-spot every time.

Your second orgasm wasn’t the same as the first, when you snapped a liquid starting spilling out of you in heaps. You hadn’t realised just what made Eddie so surprised and wet. “What?” You whine out, he doesn’t say anything for a solid five seconds and then he pounces on you, attacking your lips. “Please let me fuck you, f-fuck i don’t think my cock could take not fucking your pretty little pussy.” You widen your eyes and nod vigorously which makes Eddie smile, “Your so needy for my cock aren’t you?” You shake your head again, “Say it baby. Be my good girl and say you want my cock inside you.”

“Please put your cock inside my pussy Eddie. Oh please!” He groans at your eagerness to be spread open by him.

He starts to pull his cock out of his boxers and you almost cum on the spot, his dick was HUGE. Like pornstar big, at-least nine inches. His smile becomes wider when he notices your reaction, “Is it too big for you baby?” You frown and shake your head no, “N-no way! I can take it.”

“Good.”

Eddie rubs his tip on your clit and you squirm a little, but Eddie grabs your hips. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

When Eddie first pushes into you it burns, you hiss and he pulls you into him rubbing your back. “Are you okay baby?” He looks into your eyes trying to search for something, “I’m okay Eddie, just keep going. Don’t stop.” After the first couple thrusts it becomes completely crumbing, you feel like you could melt away into nothing. The way the Eddie whispers, “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

He spreads your legs open wider and you moan loud into his ear, “Oh such a good girl, keep moaning. Let me know just how good i’m making you feel.”

You start getting closer with every thrust into your sopping cunt, and he can feel it. He starts to pound you faster and you scream, “That’s it, cum for me.” You shake and squirt all over his chest and dick, he groans and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Can i cum inside you baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Please give me your cum, i need it!”

He cums with a loud grunt and lays beside you, “I think i might love you.”

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February Filth Fest - Day 19

Pairing: Bard!Hongjoong x Princess!Reader x Knight!Seonghwa Prompt: Double Penetration WC: 6.3k Summary: Even as a Princess, life does not always go your way. When the gilded cage calls the shackles still weigh heavily. The eve of your wedding night to a man you’d only heard about, you call upon your friends to assist in your petty subversion.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Hongjoong, Seonghwa or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW (nonspecific): Not so happy ending, fem descriptions for reader, sort of cheating?, arranged marriage, first times/virginity loss, rites/ritual, dom!Hongjoong, two instances of mxm. Additional TW/CW under the cut.

TW/CW: Being bathed by others, guided first time, brief “whore” mention, reader called “princess”, Hongjoong kisses Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Seonghwa aren’t exactly friends but not exactly enemies either, p in v, blowjob, squirting, breeding mention, cum everywhere. reader says “no” but they stop and talk.

“So, Princess, you’ve gathered us here in a strange cabin in the woods on the eve of your marriage in order to…?” Hongjoong smirks and tilts his head. “Truly I can’t imagine what scheme you’ve cooked up.” You fidget, looking between the two gorgeous men in front of you. You’d never expected both to show up, despite your status. Your only friends behind the castle walls, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Two more different men couldn’t have been better friends, like the sun and the moon. Your sun and moon. In contrast to Hongjoongs off kilter stance and confident smirk, Seonghwa stands tall, nervously raking his hand through his hair. “You called upon me so I came. Princess. If there is anything I can do-” “Take me.” Seonghwa’s mouth drops, Hongjoong shrugs. “I can’t have that-that oaf of a man be the one who-” you shudder, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. “He can’t. I’ll kill myself.” Your voice tremors. Truly the man your parents had chosen was a partnership of diplomacy rather than love. A man you’d never met before, never seen, and had only heard of in economics and treaties meetings. The betrayal on their part was unspeakable to you, yet not unexpected. Some small part of your heart had hoped they’d listen to your pleas to change from the old ways. “I don’t love him. Not like-not like I love you. Both. Both of you.” The cabin is silent save for the crackle of the fireplace, dimly illuminating the three of you. There’d been many times you’d told each man you loved them but never with this weight. Your trio holds the moment suspended by invisible chains holding you still. For a second you want to blurt out that it was all a joke, a funny prank to test their loyalty. Anything to save face from what you are sure is going to be a brutal rebuff. Even still you’re friends. You’ve always been friends. If you couldn’t be safe with them really who could you be? Seonghwa finally speaks, “okay, how do you want to do this?” “I took a bag of the anointing herb from the matron,” you begin to rattle off your plan. Nerves leaping from the pit of your bowels to your throat. “You took! Naughty girl, didn’t know you had it in you!” Hongjoong’s eyes sparkle. “So what’s next, you want both of us? With you?” “I didn’t think both of you would actually show up,” you mutter sheepishly. “But yes, both of you. If you are alright with it. If you both want it, me, this. It’s always been the three of us. And I asked you both.” The men look at each other, sharing a nod of recognition. Shimmied down to their underclothes, your eyes dart to the floor, prolonging the appearance of modesty. Gingerly your hands cup over your breasts, nipples peeking through the thin fabric. The echo of the water splashing down into the large marble basin drowns out the thud of your heart. You’d never thought it would come to this and yet it wasn’t terribly shocking. Numb to your parents will, the second in line to the throne, despite customs you’d dreamed maybe there was a chance to escape your fate. But as it turns out, there is more to the throne than ascension, sometimes there’s just greed. Seonghwa takes command of spreading the herbs throughout the bath, whispering a prayer to the gods. The trail of his fingers through the steaming water leaves only the slightest disturbance to the surface tension. He’s careful and measured and clean, as in all things. “You ready Princess?” Hongjoong’s sing-song voice gloats from behind you. “Or are you busy studying the floor? C’mon, it’s just like old times except- well. You know.” “It’s hardly the same,” Seonghwa sounds exasperated, “we’ve changed a lot since we used to play in the mud together Joong.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Seonghwa shift slightly to look at Hongjoong, undoubtedly shooting him some sort of glare. “No, he’s right,” you say with a sigh, “it’s all parts we’ve seen before.” Your thighs hit the cool ledge of the tub, steam billowing up from the water. Both men are correct in their own way. No matter how intimately you’d seen others, or even them as they grew up, nothing was quite like this. Gathering your courage and your skirt, you cautiously lift one leg over the edge, then the other, submerging up to your knees in the water. It burns to numbness immediately. You swear and gasp, Seonghwa’s hand flying to your waist protectively. Hongjoong joins, grasping just under your armpits to support your weight. “I’ve got you, it’s too hot right? If you need to get out I’ve got you right here.” Hongjoong drops his tough exterior in a second to come to your aid, steady and stone faced. “I’m fine, just unexpected. I’m fine. Back down boys.” You shake off their hands and strip down to lower yourself into the water. The bath isn’t the only thing that’s hot, the intensity of their stares burning into your skin before the steam even has a chance to lick against it. You press your chest to your knees protectively. They each are so different and so alike. Both intense in their convictions and their love for you. “Do you want us in or-” It’s Hongjoongs turn to break the silence, surreptitiously averting his eyes. “It’s customary that the betrothed sit beside and tend to his lady first.” Seonghwa rattles off. His queensgard training showing up in full force. “Normally I’d say fuck the customs but,” you trail off, unusually hesitant to voice your needs. Hongjoong is eerily soft with you. His normal tough love attitude almost all but evaporates as he watches you, wrapped in on yourself in the tub. “It sounds pleasant. I understand.” “-but I might want you to join after. I reserve the right to change my mind.” “As always, Princess. You have that right.” Each man grabs a waterlogged cloth, Seonghwa opts for your arms while Hongjoong boldly reaches into the water to grab your calf. He tries his best to bring the fun back into the night, the force of his pull dragging your torso down into the water and letting it splash up into your face, both of you giggling. Meanwhile Seonghwa methodically moves in concentric circles, muttering the ritual prayer as he does so. You can barely hear it, he knows you’d tell him to stop otherwise, but his lips move just enough to let his breath not so subtly fan over the droplets clinging to your skin. Studying his features, he’s too beautiful to be a knight you think. You’d always thought that of him. No matter how many layers of cold armor he put on there was still the soft boy beneath, wide eyed and warmhearted. It was his family, his noble lineage, that doomed him, as it doomed you. It wasn’t fair, he would’ve been as good a choice as any for you to marry.

Your eyes flick back to Hongjoong, sharper features but equally as handsome. His eyes are closed as he brushes up over your knee to your thigh. You were never his to have. You’d both known that. And yet you’d kept up with him most easily. Bards have a way of skirting social rules like that. Always a little cocky and willing to tease, now he sits silently, hand tensing as it wanders closely to uncharted territory beneath the water. “Scandalous, taking your ritual bath with two men who aren’t your husband and letting them have the first taste. Can you imagine what the court ladies would say?” Hongjoong’s airy chuckle carries the silence, eyes locking with yours. “Probably that ‘it’s a quick way to get stabbed.’” “Or beheaded.” “Married for a fortnight to my husband then beheaded by his family. Such is my lot I suppose.” You start giggling again, his fingers tickle your inner thigh. Your nerves drain as you both laugh. His eyes light up, “here our princess lies, maidenhead taken thrice, actual head removed once.”

Seonghwa bristles, washcloth having barely ventured lower than where your collar usually sat. “It should be your betrothed doing this not-” “Do you really think he would’ve done this for me? Really? In your heart of hearts?” You snap, your giddy laughter turning to quick rage. The water in the tub splashes as you turn to stare at him incredulously. Seonghwa pauses the answer immediately on his tongue but is almost ashamed to say it. Your heart breaks a little again, face softening as you watch his eyes travel down to the floor tiles. “No. I know. He wouldn’t.” The pain of what could’ve been his all too evident across his face.

The three of you sit in silence again, the water growing more tepid by the second. Their hands continue when their mouths don’t. “You know, the gods aren’t the only reason behind the bathing ritual. It’s to get you used to each other’s touch. The herbs are all from the doctors garden, a mixture to help relax your muscles.” Hongjoong offers. You sigh. It's true, or at least it feels true to you. You’ve eased into their hands like magic, even as they creep closer to intimate areas of your body. Arching into Seonghwa’s circles, he brushes inadvertently over your nipple. For a moment he looks shocked, close to muttering an apology before he realizes how you’re pressing into his ministrations with your eyes closed in bliss. Hongjoong’s hand ventures farther, slowly massaging the crook of your thigh and your sex. They feel good together like this, you think as you slide farther against them. “Do you want us in there or you out here?” Seonghwa asks quietly. “Out.” You state simply, letting the water slosh as you emerge like Aphrodite herself. The men divide and conquer, Seonghwa draining and tending to the herb-lined tub as Hongjoong pulls you into his warm towel-lined embrace.

“So Princess, you’ve really never done it before?” Hongjoong teases as he rubs the towel against you vigorously. “Narey a bite from the tree of knowledge? Even a nibble?” “Joong, of course she hasn’t.” Seonghwa sounds exasperated as he returns to the bedroom. “Exactly what person would risk their head to defile a Princess?” “Us, currently, we are.” Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a squeeze before backing towards the bed. You and Seonghwa stare at each other, looking for comfort but only finding the same nervous energy darting behind his eyes as was living in your body. “So have you? Done it?” You ask Hongjoong, eyes unwavering from Seonghwa. “Of course, write what you know, you have to have the full world of experience. All of that. Comes with the job, no pun intended.” His ease about the matter is refreshing. Bustling around preparing god knows what as you and Seonghwa hold each other's anxiety in stillness. You shiver, looking hopefully at the man in front of you. Pressing his lips together he slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. For such a slender man he’s strong, and warm. Heat radiating from his skin in waves. Safe, is the word that floats to the top of your mind. He’s safe. “I haven’t either.” Seonghwa mutters under his breath. Resting his chin on you, he calls to Hongjoong, “there’s the anointing, don’t forget-” he sounds anxious, despite his warmth he shivers. “Yeah yeah, you do the oils and prayers and I'll be on my knees.” Hongjoong tugs at your towel, unraveling you from the other man. Tumbling slightly your thigh hit the side of the mattress Hongjoong offers a hand to ease your back flat. Staring at the ceiling your nerves rocket around. It’s happening, it’s going to happen. “Hwa, you get on the bed and do your little ritual thing. I’ll tend to her.” You press your chin to your chest curiously peering over the towel as a flurry of activity surrounds you. Seonghwa shines as he gathers the vial of oil from your things, strewn at the bottom of the bed. Hongjoong smiles as he kneels at your feet. “You know most of my lovers haven’t been so used to seeing another person kneel before them, this is usually quite exciting,” he jokes. “No matter, I think you’ll like this next part Princess.” His eyes rake down your body as his hands travel up your shins. The tip of his nose tickles as it presses to the front of your thigh, lips trailing after. Your toes curl and lashes flutter as your stomach tightens. Heat spreads to your sex, blood rushing southwards. It’s embarrassing how easily his palms part your legs, how excited you are that he looks so excited. Slotting himself between, his shoulders press your knees up slightly, hands hold your hips as his tongue presses flat to your slit, licking one long pointed stripe against you, lips meeting the top of your mound with a harsh suck. “JOONG,” you yelp and scramble, all at once forgetting the towel. Hipss held in place with surprising strength, his tongue twirls around your clit before his lips surround it, kissing at you hungrily. “Oh my god.” You writhe in delight, Seonghwa’s blushed face appearing in your periphery. For a second you worry that such a brash display of arousal will have turned him off, that it’s made you lesser than in his eyes. That somehow even though you’d all agreed to this, he would want to back out now, seeing you so vulnerable. Instead he looks flushed, eyes darkened and hungry. Licking his lips he shakes his head to clear the thoughts clouding his judgment. “I thought he’s supposed to pray, not you,” Hongjoong emerges from between your thighs. “Your tongue is so lo-” your praise is interrupted by his wicked muscle thrusting into you again, slurping with delight. “Wait until you see what else is long.” “Hongjoong. I need quiet. If you could be less…enthusiastic.” Seonghwa, having emptied the vial, holds a bowl of oil. His chest rises and falls as he concentrates heavily, almost boring holes in you with his gaze. Your own breathing mimics his as you study him, he’d always taken his job seriously, ever since the three of you learned your fates as children. Always keeping the knights code in the back of his mind, even before entering training proper. Holding up the dignity of the kingdom was important to him, almost as important as holding up yours. Dipping two fingers into the oils he slowly and methodically paints translucent runes on your chest, focusing as though he was the one that would be making his vows to you tomorrow.

All it took to break him was you breaking first. You’d done so well, dosing your small whines into large breaths as your vision blurred beyond what a prescription could fix. Even as Hongjoong knelt dutifully between your thighs, enthusiastically licking and fucking his fingers into you, you’d managed to choke down your moans and limit your convulsions to your fingers and toes. What sent you over the edge was a simple brush of Seonghwa’s fingertips around your nipple. The second to last rune required by the ritual. Dropping your mouth open, you moan and writhe. “‘M sorry! Felt good,” you whimper. Seonghwa looks flushed, “I have to do it again.” “I hope,” you beg, Hongjoong lightly swatting at your upper thigh. His hand shakes as he recites and draws the final rune, your eyes rolling back as your back arches from the mattress. Almost in a trance he takes what's left of the oil and pours it on the center of your torso, his hands meeting to pull tendrils of the liquid out, covering what he’d worked so diligently on. His hands gliding, Hongjoongs tongue teasing, your brain fuzzes over in pleasure. Filthy words spew from your mouth as one man presses and pulls, the other lapping at some new source of pleasure, you’re suddenly glad you opted for the most distant of the cabins on the castle grounds. As you shudder out a gasp, Seonghwa wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you as he leans forward to kiss your breast. His lips are like a whisper against you, tentative and airy. “Again,” You command, pulling at his shoulder hastily. “More.” He obliges, mouth encircling your nipple with more confidence, latching to you and tugging back with a small pop. It stings. It feels good. You pull him to you again, nails digging in as he joins in the feast. Head pressed into the center of the mattress your head feels full of cotton, eyes closing and relishing in the attention. Thighs trembling your hips finally break free from Hongjoong as you cum, thrashing as his fingers drive into you over and over, fucking you through each refractory wave. All that fills the room now is heavy breathing. “Little rebellious princess, should’ve expected you’d be loud,” Hongjoong muses, sucking his fingers clean before wiping your glistening release from his mouth with the back of his hand in one fluid motion. “She’s delicious Hwa, want a bite?” He grunts, one hand still mauling a breast while he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His hips move subconsciously, wet splotch on his undergarments gently prodding your side in time with his snuffled moans. Hongjoong tugs lightly at Seonghwas arm, jostling him just enough to release you from his grasp. His eyes are blurred, lips pinks and full. “You first, it’s more romantic that way,” Hongjoong grumbles. “Hm? First?” Seonghwa blinks slowly. “You’re both virgins. It’s…cute,” Hongjoong sighs begrudgingly. “I’ll help.” Seonghwa shifts, thumbs disappearing beneath his waistband. Hongjoong’s do as well and you realize you’re going to see them. Your eyes blow wide as your two men stand nonchalantly, tugging down the last vestiges of their modesty. The tops of their hipbone dip gracefully down into the valleys of their pubic bones. Something about the way their abs expand and contract is entrancing, mouth watering. You gulp. There’s a twinkle in Hongjoongs eye as he teases just the top of his member, using the taut waist of his undergarments to push himself down. In profile, Seonghwa has no such ritual, peeling off his own underwear and gently folding it in front of himself. If your eyes could set fire where they stared Seonghwa’s clothes would be ashes. “Eyes on me Princess,” Hongjoong smirks. “See ‘Hwa? Women need a little more anticipation.” You can feel your pulse elevate, heart leaping into your throat as your stomach tenses. It’s hard to decide where you want to look more on the man; his fingers, slowly rolling down the top of his waistband or his face, full focus locked on you. “Women? As opposed to-? “Men.” Hongjoong states with a small chuckle. “Men want action and women want suspense. Isn’t that right Princess? You must be nearly dying to see the rest.” You nod. “Please, I-” “Beg.” Seonghwa shoots him an incredulous look. “Don’t forget yourself, she’s our Princess.” “Was she our Princess when you were humping her thigh like a dumb mutt? I want her to want it. I want her to beg.” Hongjoong refuses to lose your gaze as he speaks, low and slow, to the man practically ready to him for your honor. You whine, “please Hongjoong. Seonghwa. Please.” Begging like this has your insides on fire. It’s foreign and taboo and beneath you and you love it. Shakily your hand moves between your thighs as you continue to plead. “Go touch her,” Hongjoong gently instructs. Seonghwa doesn’t need a second prompting, scrambling back to the bed and between your legs, hitching them up on his hips with a fluid scoop of his arms. Hongjoong hovers in the periphery, finally lowering his waistband to reveal himself to you. Mouth watering thickness bouncing back up as he sets it free, running his palm over the head and smearing the fat tip with the pearled precum that bubbled forth. “That’s a good boy. Now you’re going to get yourself nice and wet to make this easier on her.” Seonghwa’s face is buried in your neck as his shaft glides along your folds in awkward stuttered thrusts. “I could- oh you feel so good against me- I could just-” Reedy whines vibrate on your skin. “Don’t you dare,” Hongjoong snarls as he yanks Seonghwa up from your chest by the hair at the back of his head. “Don’t you fucking waste her time cumming on her stomach.” “Then what, asshole,” Seonghwa huffs. “What the fuck do I do?” “Touch her.” Hongjoong rolls his eyes at Seonghwa’s lack of action. Crawling up onto the bed next to him, he guides his hand to your swollen cunt. “Start with the lips and then slip in, and when your fingers and good and wet, touch yourself.” You can’t see it but you can certainly feel it, the calm demonstrative teaching hand and the cautious student following. If anything could’ve convinced you of divine right it would’ve been the feeling of their fingers slipping simultaneously between your folds and filling your aching walls. How else could one describe the ascension except heavenly. Your back arches into the bed, hips bouncing down onto their hands. “See? Our Princess likes being stuffed full of our fingers. Just imagine how much she’ll like other parts.” Hongjoong smirks and you moan. Pulling his hand from you and stroking himself with the essence that clings, Seonghwa follows suit, coating himself as well. “She’s ready, if you are. If you spill too quickly…” he smiles to himself, “well, that’s why I’m here.” Seonghwa looks down at you, chest heaving, hair messy and knotted in the sheets. Eyes large and hazy, smiling dumbly up at him, he can hardly believe this is about to happen. It takes a second for him to find the give of your needy walls, poised at your entrance he leans close to you, wrapping you in his embrace. Your breathing becomes shallow as he presses into you, enveloping himself in the wet heat. His head spins but he steals himself. “There you go, nice and slow like that, really let her suck you in.” Hongjoong directs from afar. Seonghwa’s lips tickle the shell of your ear as he whispers, “you can always tell me to stop.” “I know, that’s why I don’t want you to.” Your legs lock over his hips, resting on his low back, weighing him down into you farther. Both of you moan, half out of pain and half relief, as he stills, taken upto the hilt inside of you. Circling your hips you work your walls to accommodate his size, twitching with stimulation. “Let her work your cock, her body knows what it wants, listen to that.” Your body does know what it wants, it wants them. Arm reaching out blindly from you, gesturing Hongjoong to come closer as your screw your eyes shut. The carnal way your body is reacting would be almost too embarrassing if it didn’t feel so mind-numbingly good. Seonghwa starts to pump inside of you in time with your hips rolling, bouncing you back down into the sheets. The warm grasp of hands pinning your wrists to the sheets sends your eyes flying open. Seonghwa looks like an angel in a renaissance painting, beads of sweat collected at his brow, mouth dropped open, and eyes cast to the heavens. He’s focused on balancing his weight mostly off of you. Instead it’s Hongjoong who holds your wrists, every present smirk lighting the corners of his mouth and the fire behind his eyes. “You’re taking him so well for your first time, princess.” The light praise has you enthusiastically moaning and whimpering. Your fingers wrapped around Hongjoong’s wrists for support twitch and seize. “Just keep fucking yourself back on him like a good girl.” Leveraging his weight on your wrists you do just as he instructs, bucking fiercely back on Seonghwa. High strangled whines die in his throat as his brows furrow in concentration. The wetness between you grows, lessening the dragging feeling in your gut. “God, Seonghwa-fuck-I-” you groan, familiar intense feeling of fire coursing through your veins blooms brilliantly from your core. In an instant your walls pulse around him, pelvis jerking erratically as you orgasm. It practically brings the man on top of you crashing down as he stumbles to his forearms, barely caging his weight off your chest, pained expression crossing his face. He whines, thigh tensing and shaking, trying to think of anything to stem the wave growing in his gut. “Gonna cum so soon, loverboy?” Seonghwa grumbles and sneers up at the other man, “I got it. I’m fine.” “You at least satisfied her properly, more than most first timers can say,” Hongjoong chuckles. Seonghwas nearly feral devotion showing its full colors as he’s hunched over your squirming body. “Kiss her.” The command is simple, but it has Seonghwa sitting back on his haunches. You squeal and wriggle, thoroughly giddy at the thought, breathing new energy and eagerness into you. “I won’t be able to control myself.” Seonghwa gasps as you circle your hips, quickly biting down on the inside of his lip and mumbling a prayer.

“You’re liking this, aren’t you, princess?” Hongjoong leans close over you, face upside down hovering inches away. “All this attention, all this pleasure. You want more? Want me to teach you more common things?” “Please,” you bleat, voice high and airy, the word coming out like a puff of smoke from a doused fire. When he leans down to kiss you, your mind spins. Upside down his lips are ill matched to yours as they meet. It’s unlike kisses you’ve shared before, you can feel the smile at the corners of his upper lip as you feverishly meet. His hands long having abandoned your wrists, cup your cheeks and jaw. Carefully he takes your lower lip between his teeth, gently pulling at it as he emerges, staring up at Seonghwa. Daring him. Your mouth is red and puffy, eyes glazed over. “Princess, have you ever taken someone between those lovely lips of yours?” “Taken…like a blowjob?” His eyes light up, faking incredulity, “what a dirty word coming from someone of your stature!” “I can read things besides scriptures and rites,” you giggle, pawing at his knee. You still haven’t seen him. It bothers you. Seonghwa and you are as bare as the day you were born and yet Hongjoong still remains modest in comparison. Hands blindly scrambling behind you, up and over his toned thighs, you tug at the waistband just enough to slide the tips of your fingers along him. “Oh,” you gasp. He’s velvety hot as you graze his shaft, bulging veins running along his length. Somehow he’s thicker than you’d expect the seemingly slight man to be. Not that you’d had a lot of experience but still. “She’s eager Hwa, do something about that.” His hips snap into you fiercely, knocking the wind from you, blurring your vision and dazing you for just long enough for Hongjoong to slip away and remove the last of his clothing. While you hadn’t gotten a great look at Seonghwa, Hongjoong was headed straight for you, beet red tip jutting out proudly from between his hip bones. “Already opening your mouth? My my, maybe you do read more than I give you credit for,” Hongjoong teases you lightly as his hand barely wraps around the circumference of his shaft. “Wanna kiss it just a bit for me?” He offers, hips canting forward. So you do, lips pressing to the side hovering nearest to you. Bucking involuntarily along your soft mouth more flares go off in your chest. The power of pleasure. You want him to do that again and you want it to be because of you. Like the heroines you’d read about in the cover of night, you wrap your lips around him, sucking down as much as you can fit of him which is admittedly less than you’d imagined. Lips stretch to their limit around him, you experiment, licking every edge of him as the two men lazily bounce you between their cocks.

“If she wasn’t a Princess she’d make an amazing whore,” Hongjoong sighs and pets your hollowed cheek, watching intently as it thins from the bulbous tip pressing into it insistently. He can feel his hand dully from the other side, almost tickling himself. “She can be a Princess and a whore,” Seonghwa states through gritted teeth, laser focused on maintaining a sharp rhythm. You moan around Hongjoong as Seonghwa strikes your spot, briefly and powerfully, knees falling into each other. “Do that again,” Hongjoong gasps, shoving himself deeper, your cheeks and throat spilling over with spit. Seonghwa obliges without thought, more firmly landing the next press and watching your hips attempt to buck upwards as your legs fall out from under you. “Again.” Hongjoong snaps at him. You groan louder, vibrations dancing through you and into him. “Again,” the command comes quickly after, speeding the both of them up until you’re gagging and spluttering and moaning and writhing between them as they overwhelm you. “I’m gonna-” Seonghwa’s eyes are wild, he’s barely able to choke out that much of the sentence as his hips grow erratic again. Last moments of sanity slowly slipping from him as he loses himself to the promise of your wet heat. “Cum, breed her. Make your heir,” Hongjoong grins wildly. “Like you’ve always wanted to. Fill her. Make her yours.” The smile is almost sadistic by the end as you and Seonghwa unravel, primally keening and you climax together, you walls greedily milking him dry as they tense and release. As you blink the haze away you watch Hongjoong wrap his hand around the back of Seonghwa’s neck and pull him close, lips locking firmly over his. Your entire body twitches, whiting out for a second as the battle each other for dominance. Seonghwa practically mewls, Hongjoong winning with a hair tug, sending a weak spurt of cum into your walls again. “Go clean yourself, loverboy,” Hongjoong snarls, “she’s mine now.” Frankly you’re exhausted, limbs pliant and brain foggy. It’s all too easy for Hongjoong to separate the two of you, a few tugs and shoves to send Seonghwa to the bathroom and haul your ass to the side of the bed. You can barely croak in surprise as he flips you to your stomach and still Hongjoong runs his mouth, no wonder he’s a bard. Using Seonghwa’s cum, he slides in with little resistance. Another croaked groan of pleasure escaping your mouth as he fills you, pushing the other man’s release deeper into your walls. Thicker than Seonghwa but shorter and yet the position has him hitting the same spot Seonghwa found nearly immediately. Your fists grip the sheets as he assaults the small spot that’s making you jitter and clench uncontrollably. The build is all too fast, like a freight engine roaring up behind you, your stomach twists and drops. “Joong!” You yelp, “no!” The man freezes, panting, “no?” “Oh,” you moan as your hips continue to swirl and bounce of their own accord. “Princess?” He leans down, chest to back, pulling your hair back and away from your mouth and nose. “‘S so m’ch,” you slur. “Felt…weird.” “Good or bad weird?” “G-good. But…” you trail off. It felt good but made you anxious and tense in a way that needed to be released. Hongjoongs armed criss cross underneath you, pulling you up from the bedspread and leveraging his cock yet deeper in, carefully balancing you away from him. “Do you trust me?” You nod, “with my life.” “Watch this Hwa, come nice and close for us.” Hongjoong’s lips graze your shoulder wickedly, Seonghwa kneeling before you on the bed. Cock resting semi-erect between his thighs, he palms himself, wincing slightly. Palming the outline of his cock through your lower belly, Hongjong presses his fingers to the hood of your clit. Every thrust up into your wet heat has him caressing your swollen sex. He builds you back to the precipice quickly. Your head thrown back against his shoulder, arms squeezing around you, Hongjoong mutters and groans through his own sort of rite. “Let go, you’re going to be just fine. Relax. I’m here, I’ve got you. Just let go. Let go for me sweetheart. Let me see you cum all over my cock. You can do it for me, for us. Show Seonghwa what a good girl you are.” “Hwa?” You eyes search frantically as Hongjoongs aural magic works. Clenching down on high length, you fall forward from Hongjoong into Seonghwa’s chest. The drooling tip of Seonghwa’s member pokes your stomach as Hongjoong rails you into oblivion, eyes tearing and mouth silently agape. A sudden shock runs up your spine, a shuddering gasp finally escaping your lungs and your thigh seizes and stamps. Liquid gushing from you, coating Hongjoongs thighs, falls to the floor in a messy cascade. You bite, hard, on Seonghwas shoulder, crying out to the men supporting you. “Greedy little cunt,” you hear as Hongjoongs hips slam against you, burying himself as deeply as he and gravity could muster together. Warmth suddenly covers your tummy both inside and out, Seonghwa’s second release dribbling downward to where you are still speared on Hongjoong.

There’s an unspoken dance as Seonghwa gathers your exhausted frame in his arms momentarily as the other man staggers off to clean himself. Laying back in the downy sheets your gaze traces the ceiling, totally exhausted as Seonghwa folds your legs and hips upwards. “More?” You ask sheepishly, your walls twinge and aching. “One last part,” Seonghwa mutters. “It’s a blessing. The last part.” You groan, lips down turned in an exaggerated pout. “Tired.” Seonghwa scrapes the cooled cum from your stomach, fingers fucking it into you to join the indecent mixture. You can’t help but wince from overstimulation. He’s methodical about it, collecting the drips and stuffing any escaped seed into your sore hole. He’s muttering something under his breath as he does it, hand coming up to rest on your lower belly. “May the seeds spread fertile for my wif-” he catches your stare, remembering himself suddenly. “...fertile for our Princesses’ womb,” he back tracks. “That’s not how it goes,” you blurt. Seonghwa tries to hand wave the hiccup. “You aren’t helping me.” “You don’t need it, you know the rite.” “That’s not how it goes for us,” “I want to hear you say it,” you press. You need to hear him say it. The full correct rites. Tears bubble and slip silently down the side of your face into your ears. “Can you just say it as written?” Solemnly he kisses the tear streak closest to him. He recites slowly, holding himself close to you, despite the sticky clamminess where your bodies touch. “May the seeds spread fertile for my wife and may her womb be hearty as the earth's our crops grow in. May our son be as cunning as his mother and our daughter as strong as her father. Protect and bless our offspring and our union, under your eye we bloom.” Seonghwa squeezes you, your lower lip trembling as you fight back the harsh reality of tomorrow morning. The sound of Hongjoongs footsteps on the floor doesn’t even shake you from it. “I like that one, a bit provincial for our Princesses’ class but I like the floral imagery,” Hongjoong muses, rolling next to you on your other side. Seonghwa locks eyes and shakes his head in silent warning. Trying to communicate the obvious, she’s fragile, be careful, don’t. He understands, trying his best to simply look up at the ceiling with you as your occasional tremors shake his side. “You think if we ask them before we’re beheaded if they’d let our tombstones lay next to each other, just like this?” Hongjoong askes with a lighthearted exhale. “Joong, is now the time?” Seonghwa leans over you ready to slap the other man when he sees the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He smiles too, just seeing you finally break is enough to lighten his heart. The three of you sleep just like that. Seonghwa curled up attached to your side, Hongjoong stroking the back of your hand. You sleep until you hear the dogs barking in the distance. No doubt dogs that were sent to find the missing bride. Hongjoong is already awake, scrawling something messily in a notebook. “What are you writing?” He doesn’t look up. “You better get while we retain some amount of deniability, if they find us here there’s not much we can say to unruffle the feathers.” Scrambling to put on your nightclothes and robe, you forget to say your goodbyes. Leaving one man sleeping and one scribbling away. Panic invading your mind you excuse it, it’s not like it was the last time you’d see them. Closing the cabin door you run, as fast as you can, to the small blooming orchard on the perimeter of the castle grounds, you hadn’t run away from your husband to be, you were simply clearing your head.

Seonghwa stirs as the cabin door shuts and the soft patting of your footsteps crackle the less tamed pathways. It hurts more than he cares to hold, rolling so the other can’t see his face.

“I know it won’t help you, but I have an incredible idea for a story.”

I really didn’t know what to do for this one until when Matz dropped and then again was inspired post Japan concert stream to write this.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #Hongjoong x fem!reader #seonghwa x fem!reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #matz smut #February Filth Fest

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mine now- rory keaner

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ask: can you do a dom rory keaner smut where benny has a crush on fem reader and rory hears abt it so he fucks the reader and then the next day she can like barely walk or something that proves they did it ? bc i feel like he has the needs to prove you his or smth

a/n: i giggled at this ask bcuz it really got me in my feels for rory again. rory just having the need to make sure everyone knows you’re his has me on the floor!!! i don’t really write full smut though so ill try

a/n: ok it was longer than i expected

warnings: dom!rory, rory is a smug bitch, cursing, sub!reader, protective sex, fingering, fem!reader, use of good girl and baby, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, not proofread so pls ignore mistakes!!, i think that’s it

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its been going around that a certain someone has a crush on you. that person being benny weir, yours and rory’s best friend. and boy, when rory found out, he was JEALOUS.

see, he’s a vampire. so i feel like that adds onto his VERY protective instincts. after that incident, boy was he sure to show everyone you’re his.

the talk was everywhere, people worried that rory would actually hurt his friend over this crush. but he knows better than to betray his friend and hurt him. soooo… he sticks to something a little more… scandalous.

people definitely can tell what he’s trying to prove when the next day you show up, barely being able to walk. now that’s what i call jealousy and protectiveness

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you were heading home from school whenever rory popped up beside you out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you. you ignored him, giving him the same attitude he’s given you all day. “what’s with the silent treatment?” he sighs, wrapping his arm around you. you shrug and continue to walk. he shakes his head and you both walk up to your house. once you both get inside, he turns you around and gives you a serious look. “why are you ignoring me?” he asks, looking you dead in the eye. “why am i ignoring you? do you not realize that’s what you’ve been doing to me all day?” you ask, clearly irritated. he smirks and you just glare at him. “i heard a certain someone has a crush on you.” “and…?” “clearly you’re mine and no one else’s. i’m jealous okay? he needs to know that you belong to me.”

you smirk at his confession. “you’re.. jealous” you laugh. clearly he doesn’t like that because before you know it, his lips are on yours as he starts making out with you. “let’s move this to my room, yeah?” you ask and he nods. he pulls away and practically drags you to your room and locks your door behind him. “god, you really know how to pull my strings huh?” he asks quietly while pushing you down onto your bed, kissing you quickly. “it’s a pro of mine, i’d say. it’s pretty easy to tick you off and i love it.” you smirk as he rolls his eyes. “just be quiet okay? i need to let everyone know who owns you, yeah?” he snaps back, clearly a little irritated but it’s not like you’ll listen. you hold back a giggle as his hands glide down your body and near where you need him most. completely forgetting about your bratty attitude, you let a small whine out as he caresses your thighs. “p-please rory..” you say and your hips slowly come off the bed. he lets out a groan before pushing your hips down and holding them. “don’t move. understand?” he says lowly, glaring at you.

you nod with a pout as he slowly starts kissing down your body. he gets to your jeans and takes them off, leaving you in your underwear. feeling a little nervous, you try to close your legs but he forcibly opens them back up. “keep your legs open too, baby. you know the rules” he groans, slowly taking your underwear to reveal your arousal. “god. you look so fucking delicious” he smirks and sees you look away. “hey, i want you to look at me while i eat you out and finger you, okay?” he tells you and he leans in to your cunt and licks a clean stripe up to your clit. it seemed to knock the wind out of you as your body jerks and a moan is pulled out of you. he brings his thumb up to rub your clit as he starts eating you out. as if it was a normal reflex, your hands fly to his head and push his face into your cunt some more. choked up moans spill out of your mouth when he immediately pushes two fingers in. your back arches off the bed and he pushes it down. “what did i say?” he asks as he stops his fingers making you groan. “t-to not move” “good girl” he dives back in, licking and sucking.

the knot in your stomach tightens as you notice his subtly grinding onto the bed. “getting close?” he smirks, not stopping one bit. all you can do is nod as the pleasure starts to get too much. he can tell by your heavy breathing and how you keep clenching around his fingers. “i’m gonna cum, rory” you whine loudly. he gives you a nod of approval and you let go, cumming on his tongue and fingers. he licks you clean and sits up, your arousal on his face. he looks at you with a smile and wipes his face off. “you taste so good, baby. but now i think it’s time for the main event. i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be struggling to walk tomorrow” he gives you a smug smirk, it gets wider when he sees your eyes widen. “but?!- you can’t, we have school tomorrow” “well duh, that’s the whole reason silly. maybe it’ll get to benny’s and anyone else’s head that you’re mine. see?” he shrugs.

you know better than to argue back so you just nod, giving into him. “since you’re all prepped, i’ll just slide right in” he chuckles. you can see his bulge as he unbuckles his jeans and takes his boxers off with it. you start drooling at the sight, still never really getting over with how he looks. he reaches over to your nightstand and opens the one drawer. he grabs a condom and opens it and slides it on. he takes your legs and puts them over your shoulders. he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes all the way in. your moan mixed with his groan sounded like music to your ears. “so tight, baby. you were made just for me huh?” he looks down at you as he snaps his hips into you. “we got so distracted that we forgot to take our tops off” rory laughs and stops to move your legs to take his shirt off. you whine at the loss of movement but he just ignores it. “your turn” he says and helps me take off my shirt and bra. he puts my legs over his shoulders again and pushes into me, rougher. he snaps his hips into mine fast while moving his hand up to my neck. as he gets rougher, he squeezes my neck more. “you like it when i fuck you like this? i know you do, baby.”

he chuckles as you babble incoherently due to how hard he’s going. “ugh yes rory, i love it so much”. he leans forward, hitting a different angle with your legs coming close to your chest. you think he doesn’t notice when you slip your hand down to rub at your clit but he does. he slaps your hand away and glares at you. “no touching, understand?” he growls. you just nod and take what he’s giving you like the good girl you are. “rory, i-im gonna cum” the words come out like a mumble as you whine loudly. “oh yeah? then let go baby” he smiles and the knot in your stomach snaps and you come. he smirks and flips you over onto your hands and knees.

due to the easier position, he goes in deeper and pounds into your overstimulated cunt. he makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair and shoves your face into the mattress. you moan loudly but it just comes out muffled due to your position. “rory.. please” you whine into the pillow. he ignores it and continues thrusting into you. “you can take it baby. i know you can” he smirks, even though you can’t even see it. he lets out groans while you’re whining and falling apart beneath him. due to being sensitive, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. “i can tell you’re close again because you’re squeezing me baby” he chuckles as he himself gets closer to his release. you can tell by his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “i’m almost there baby, you can wait a few” he says with a grunt. a muffled yes followed along by a whine comes from you. his thrust start to get more sloppier as he gets closer. finally, he gives you permission to come. “alright baby, let loose. come on my cock like a good girl” he groans out. what felt like the best orgasm ever, hits you and you moan loudly as you let go. he comes in the condom and helps you ride out your high. once you’re done, he slowly pulls out with a groan making you whine at the lost contact. he takes the condom off and throws it away before he collapses next you, heavily breathing. “now you know who you belong to right? say it” he says while looking you dead in the eyes. “you rory, i’m all yours” you manage to say while you’re still calming down. “good girl. now maybe people will realize tomorrow at school when you’re struggling to walk” he smirks. letting your realization kick in that you guys still have school tomorrow, you groan. “so this was your plan after all you sneaky asshole” he lets a laugh slip out at your words. he just shrugs and smiles smugly, “i figured you would’ve realized by now”. you don’t have the energy to reply back so you lift your hand up to flip him off to which he laughs at. finally, he turns over to you so he can see you better. “you’ll definitely need a shower and some rest tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow” he smiles. “yeah i definitely will. bye rory, i love you” you say as he gets up to put his clothes back on. “i love you too” he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss. he grabs his stuff and leaves while you still lay there for a few minutes.

deciding to get up, you go to your closet to grab clothes for a shower. you don’t feel much discomfort right now but you definitely will tomorrow. you head to the bathroom and take a shower. once you’re done, you put your phone on charge and turn off the lights before settling down on your bed. immediately you fall asleep in the comforts of your bed.

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it’s the next morning and you wake up, feeling the discomfort already. “damn it rory” you tell yourself. getting the remaining courage and energy, you get up and get ready. grabbing your stuff and leaving for school. when you get to school, rory is already standing at the doors waiting for you with a smug smirk on his face. “how you feeling?” he tries to hide his laugh. “shut up” you tell him, not really amused. you guys walk in and you’re already getting stares at the limping you’re doing.

now everyone definitely knows what you and rory did last night but no one dares to say anything, even benny. he’s a little spooked but glad rory didn’t try to kill him or something.

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andddd i’m done!! thank you for reading and thanks to the requester for requesting!!

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