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foggyfrogss · 25 days

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「 OXIDIZE 」 ˎˊ

tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Warnings: MDNI, sexual content

Summary: You and Sukuna indulge in each other for the night.

He was not a gentleman, but you could say he was a gentle man.

With the way his large hands softly move over your body, it resonates throughout you intensely. As if he’d left bruises. His touch lights your skin ablaze, leaving you hot. Yet, he touches you like a freshly bloomed wildflower, gently picking it to avoid bruising.

Perhaps he understands just how big the difference is in your sizes; a fear of hurting you. No matter how many times you explain to him he can’t hurt you, the same tenderness remains.

Pink hair tickles at your exposed skin, dancing softly as he kisses the valley between your breasts. His nose drags into your skin while his silkened lips demonstrate his hunger. You can feel the way his heavy breaths puff into your skin, it’s warm and feeds the eager butterflies inside of you.

They swarm excitedly around your core.

Four arms seem a bit excessive, but the thought slips when you feel them hold you as they do. The top pair hold your wrists in place beside your head while the bottom find places on your body that crave attention. In the curve or your waist one hand rests as the other holds himself up. Again, he doesn’t want to put too much pressure into your wrists; scared of hurting you.

From above, you see the concentrated look of his face, twisted into his famous resting scowl. His eyes are closed, but they open to gaze up at you. He probably sensed your attention.

Red; it’s deep and rousing. They’re discernibly hungry.

Hungry for you.

All four gaze up, his left side hooded by the blanket of pink, full eyelashes. Eyelashes you grew to be jealous of. A faint, but evident crimson blush decorates his cheeks. Not because he is embarrassed, but because he is on fire. Inflamed, he is pressing into your core. His hardened cock is making itself known. You return his amorous gestures as you buck up into him.

Yet, as he presses into you, he’s moved his head up further. Hot kisses trail from your chest to your collar bone, spreading slowly to the curve of your neck. You’re tilting your head to the side, giving him more access; more control.

His sharp teeth lightly graze across your skin. Though it’s already littered with love marks, he plants more, claiming his territory.

Tongue following, it runs a stripe up to the start of your jawline below your ear. His breathing is still heavy next to your ear. It’s hot. A heavy grunt, from deep within his chest, could be heard as you continue to press up into him. Any distance between the two of you needed to be closed.

He’s kissing down your jawline, worshipping your skin like it was the finest meal brought to him. Ironically enough, his favorite meal was women.

He just would rather devour you in this way. It allowed him to have you as many times as he pleased.

“You are the most intoxicating and dangerous woman I have ever met,” he tells you. His lips press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, causing your lips to burn with anticipation.

Ryomen Sukuna had called you dangerous. You wondered how to take that… Though stunned, you realize just how shocking it was for this man to even admit that… It was a compliment, a kind you were sure he’d never admit. He was a proud man, sure of himself and his abilities.

“I think of ripping your flesh from your body constantly, just to see how you taste…” He’s looking down at you with his heavy eyes. Your chest raises as you take in a deep breath, breathless from his words. “I bet you’re sweet, like a forbidden fruit.”

“Yet, the very fact that I couldn’t have you again after that irks me,” he’s muttering out huskily. “I would go mad.”

For someone who touches you so gently, he speaks with strong vehement. His brutish, aggressive vocabulary and behavior completely unparalleled to the actions in which he presents to you.

The man is a killer, eating humans for pure enjoyment and pleasure. A selfish man who is exceptionally sadistic. Cold-hearted but not for you. His heart warms you in ways no other being could. Nothing could compare.

You allow him to devour you in the way he does now, even knowing he’d never let you go.

A prisoner to Ryomen Sukuna.

From below, you admire the darkness of his tattoos that embellish his striking face. His fair skin glows from the lanterns in the room, but the pink of his cheeks remains prominent. Your eyes flicker around, following the lines on his jaw to his chin then back to his eyes.

Pink eyebrows furrow together while he studies you from above. It was as if he casted a curtain of pure lust by the way he gazed down.

His jaw clenches.

“I am yours,” you finally say in your hushed voice. The words pass easily through your lips, only because you were certain you meant it.

Eager to say it.

He seems to enjoy your words. Lips raise into a proud smirk as a deep, but quiet chuckle erupts from him. His blush seems to have grown darker, which causes your lips to turn up a bit. It thrills you to see such a beast crested in a rosy hue that you’d caused.

It makes you proud.

“I am yours,” you repeat again, reaching a hand towards his face. His skin is on fire, lighting your fingertips ablaze as you’re caressing his cheek. It’s soft, forming into the palm of your hand as you cup his face. Your fingertips just barely reach the edge of his hairline past his ear.

“So have me.”

Your words push him over the edge, causing a low growl to erupt from his throat. He’s moving his hips up a bit, positioning himself to fit you.

With an airy gasp, you’re feeling the bottom side of his shaft slide up against your clit, gathering your wetness. His size could be felt even from the minuscule movements. Though you’ve had him many times before, it always felt new. The pure excitement and intimidation never left.

You watch as he leans his hips back, only to bring them forward, placing his tip against your needy entrance. You’re taking in a shaking breath, eager to feel him… He’s sliding in without issue, thanks to your wetness.

Instantly you are taking hold of his arms, releasing his face. Your fingers latching into his tattoos biceps that cage you in.

His cock stretches you, pushing deep into you and kissing your cervix with his large tip. “God,” you whimper out, clenching your teeth as he slides his hips further into you, bottoming out completely. Even now, you’re amazed you’re able to take all of him.

Sukuna’s body is fully pressed into you, stomach against yours. His elbows dig into the fabric of the futon as he supports himself. His other pair of arms do the same, unable to do anything else as he presses into you. It’s just enough, you realize. He would not crush you.

When he begins to slowly drag out a bit, you feel a puff of warm air spread over your face. You realize how close his face is to yours, feeling the softness of his lips just barely touching your cheek.

“You are so tight,” he’s murmuring into your cheek as he presses a kiss. He’s bucking into you once more, grunting into your skin.

Your clit is suddenly stimulated, feeling a warmness as if he’d placed a hand down there… You’re moaning, biting your lip.

It’s his second cock, probably the one closer to his stomach. The top one. It’s sliding against your swollen cunt as he drags himself in and out of you.

His top right hand moves to cup your face, angling your head to your left so he can access your neck. Lips finding your sensitive skin, you’re panting as he quickens his pace, pressing his body into you a bit harder. You realize he’s attempting to stimulate his other cock this way.

It lights you on fire, feeling him use you this way.

You’re moving your left hand between the gap between his two arms, placing a hand on his back. He nips at the skin of your neck, grunting in rhythm with his thrusts. You take your other hand and find the hair on the back of his head, holding onto it.

With a light tug, he’s growling again, directly into your ear now.

His thrusts are a good pace, not slow but not fast, they’re just right. It’s hitting the sweet spot within you each time. His top cock helping you reach your climax with each slide.

You can feel every inch of him pump in and out of you.

Yet, you feel a devious idea come to mind, which makes you remove your hand from his back.

Between your bodies your hand moves, traveling low enough to find what you are looking for. His tip thrusts up, peeking between your stomachs and you wrap your eager hand around it, finding his shaft further down. It makes him halt his movements. Curiously, he’s looking at you now. “Keep going,” you plead, sighing. “I am close.”

He continues with no issue, thrusting into the cage of your fingers. The added tightness is good, you note. Only due to the fact that you could feel the way his hands tighten in the fabric of the futon below you. You were scared he may rip it.

In one thrust, you’re crying out, feeling the sudden harshness of it. It wasn’t painful, but you weren’t prepared for it. “Ryo…” you’re mumbling out in a whimper, dragging your nails through his hair as he fucks into you. His cock inside of you throbs, just like the one in your hand. You could only imagine how good it felt for him in this moment.

Your hand is placed just above your clit, so his dick is still sliding against your folds. Each thrust brings you closer. Vision growing hazy and bright as it builds up in your core.

At this point you’re closing your eyes, whimpering uncontrollably. “I-I’m…” you’re stuttering, clenching your hand tighter around his cock as you feel the orgasm begin to blossom. “You’re so good,” you hear him praise you.

A silent gasp comes from your lips as you throw your head back. Body exploding from the intensity of your orgasm. It has your clenching your cunt around his cock, which makes him hiss in return.

As the waves of pleasure cascade around you, he’s still relentlessly thrusting into you. In your ears you can feel and hear your heartbeat; it’s erratic. You keep hold of him in your hand, wanting to help as much as you can.

Soon enough, you feel him press his lips to yours, taking in your parted lips. His tongue finds yours instantly. Thrusts become uneven, bucking into you in a broken pattern. You know he’s close, which makes you moan.

He groan into your mouth and you feel an added wet heat between your bodies. Inside, you feel him release, filling you completely. Sukuna always came a lot… So you’d have to bathe again you were sure.

“Shit,” you hear him curse after he pulls his lips from yours. You’re looking up at him in a dazed trance, completely exhausted. Though the two of you had done much more in a session, this time wore you out anyways.

He’s slowly pulling out of you, leaning back and sitting on his knees. You’re sighing as you take in the sight before you, watching him do the same to you.

“What a lovely sight,” you hear Sukuna chuckle out.

You’re covered in his cum. It’s pooled up on your stomach and running down the sides of your body. You were sure it was running out of your cunt as well.

“I can bathe again,” you tell him, knowing he won’t sleep soiled. Yet, he’s reaching a hand between your legs, sticking two digits into your pussy. “Ah!” You jolt, feeling the overstimulation from it. His two large fingers pump in and out of you a couple times before pulling back out.

“I had to make sure it all stayed in there,” he says, leaning back down to hover over you. Sukuna presses a soft kiss to your lips before bringing his fingers to them. “Clean them,” he orders. Your stomach does a flip, but you follow his orders, feeling his fingers slide between your swollen lips.

You taste yourself and him, mixed together into one salty and sweet taste. It just about riles you back up.

One of your hands holds his wrist as you lick his fingers clean, pulling them out once you’re done.

“I’ll wash you,” Sukuna is finally saying, crawling off of you to stand. As he stands you take in all that he is, four arms and everything. A beast.

You ignore the fact that he’s about to walk around his shrine fully nude, but you realize he doesn’t care. It’s his shrine. It’s also yours, you note, as he picking you up from the futon. His bottom pair of arms holds you bridal style against him, top pair hiding your nude body the best they can.

“Toys last longer if you take care of them,” is all Sukuna mumbles to you while he exits the room towards the bathing area.

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victoria-grimesss · 9 months

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tear you apart - part III

Part one: here Part two: here

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-> Pairing: König x fem!reader

-> Words: 4.1k

-> Warning: MDNI!, the mask stays ON, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, König is a giver and a worshiper, some jealousy, mushy feelings, fluff, things are getting cute!!

-> A/N: thank you 100 followers yippee!! masterlist is in the works, let me know if you like the direction this is going and I'm open for any storyline suggestions :)

You were standing in the courtyard, skipping breakfast today since you just weren’t feeling it.

The ice on the ground had recently been salted so you didn’t slip this time around. The mountain-scape to the north of the base was picturesque and you enjoyed coming out to this area for seclusion and clean air.

You slipped on a thick black scarf today to conceal the evidence of last night and to help with the fact the heating unit in your dorm section went out overnight so you made sure to bundle up extra. It would have been easier to warm up if König was in bed with you but alas he wasn't.

It was the morning after your rendezvous with König and to say you were sore was an understatement. The marks he left were scorched on your skin. It pained you to drag yourself to the shower after that night, washing away the smell of him on you. You examined yourself afterward and he was not delicate with his placement. Dark purple marks dotted your jawline and down your neck. Teeth marks are evident too. Purple painted your hips in the same shape of his fingers and if you concentrated hard enough you could still feel his grasp on you. You thought deeply of that night as you took in a deep breath of cold air, butterflies danced in your stomach and the embers of that night flickered within you.

“Hey Y/N!! Funny seeing you here!” Bennet, one of the new recruits you befriended recently, was walking toward you while warming his hands. He was alright looking, he would be handsome if your brain wasn't already preoccupied replaying the unholy things König had done to you the previous night and thinking of the other things he could do to you.

“It’s quite cold out here, you actually like it?” He has that picturesque crest bright white smile and he's clean shaven, his eyes stay locked on your lips for a bit too long and you shuffle your feet bringing the scarf up to your mouth to breath heat into it.

“I don’t mind it, it's refreshing out here. Easy to relax, gets a bit much inside sometimes.”

He laughs, it’s light and he's everything opposite of konig. He's soft where König is hard, and light where he is deep.

“Not used to such close quarters? It’s not all that bad right? Pretty girls like you make it much easier.”

Oh.

He's flirting.

You assumed he wasn't out here for friendly conversation after all, I guess he didn't hear word of the noises coming from the colonel's office the other night and that someone had seen you exit.

“Look Bennet-”

“Enjoying the weather?” His voice booms as the door slams open, his shoulders are back and his head held high. You’ve become conditioned into becoming tense with anticipation just at the sound of his voice.

He walks over, you wonder how long he was watching before he busted out of the door, did he see Bennet flash his hollywood smile at you like a bird flashes his feather during courting season? He seems wound up, tense and his eyes are dark.

Bennet straightens his back, greeting his superior, not knowing of the connection the two of you have. Your eyes bounce between the two.

“Colonel sir, I was just speaking to my friend Y/N-”

“Were you now? I could swear you had-” he moves his arm, his sleeve slipping from his watch and he brings the watch to his face. “-Bathroom and laundry duty at about this hour, soldier? Or am I mistaken?” König stands at his full height, towering over Bennet and bringing both arms to cross his chest.

“No, sir you’re not I was just-”

“You will do your job and do as you're told, you'd be best to stick to it yea?” He’s mean and gritty but you like it. He asserts his authority without forgiveness and you assume that's why he has the rank and position he does. His gaze never leaves Bennet, the other man shrinking under his spotlight.

“Yes, of course sir.” Bennet shuffles off, your gaze is on the door he left in and the courtyard is silent. There's a long pause and it feels like time has frozen.

You hear König take a deep inhale and slowly release the exhale.

Then he turns his body so it faces you completely.

He’s equipped himself with all his gear today and he looks massive as usual.

“Mein süßes Mädchen you look lovely today.”

“König, that was quite crass how you treated Bennet, he's a friend of mine.”

His eyes visibly roll,

“I know you come out here to clear your heads and for that you need solitude my love.”

“Well you’re out here so I can't clear my head now can I?”

“I thought my company would be enriching for your experience.” His eyes crinkle and you meet them, admiring how the black paint around his eyes makes his blue eyes brighter.

“Your company is always very enriching.” You mean this in more than one way of course. If the others at base knew that you talked so casually with the colonel they would be shocked, yes he can be intimidating when needed but sometimes he is sweet.

“You certainly seemed to enjoy your visit to my office, I hope the grand tour met your standards.”

“They most definitely did, and then some.” You blush, bringing the scarf to your mouth again to warm yourself.

He tilts his head at your action.

“You hide the marks I gave to you?”

“Well, I’m not sure you wanted the others to know that we’re ya know… sleeping together.”

He scoffs,

“I would love everyone to see them, it is a visible mark of my admiration to you, my loyalty to you. If others have problems with it they can take it up with me yea?”

His hand makes its way to your cheek and he cups it in his palm, your eyes close and admire the way you can easily sink into his touch so easily.

He moves his hand from your cheek to the scarf, unraveling it and he takes a deep breath when he reveals the many marks he scattered on you. The scarf stays in his grasp and he takes your chin in his grasp with his forefinger and thumb turning your heads up to him. His eyes are dark again as he looks upon you.

“You are beautiful, I will only be upset for a moment when these marks vanish because it gives me a reason to scatter you with even more next time.”

His romantic words never fail to erupt butterflies within you and you are still astonished at how he can be such different men, a violent soldier, a soft romantic, and a starved lover.

He clears his throat, hands moving from your chin to your shoulder and down your arm until he gathers your hand in his. He moves your hand under his mask and kisses your fingers gently, his eyes never leaving yours and you get a feel for his lips on your skin and you shiver but not from the cold this time.

“It pains me to leave you Schatz but I will see you later, don't go messing around with other boys alright? They’re no good for you.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.” You smile and part ways, this day could not go any slower.

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Never had you had a hard time concentrating before, you’re a trained soldier and damn good at your job, you’ve taken out squads of men with no alarm raised or suspicion drawn but the only thing on your mind as you’re in the gym is König. König, König, König. He’s like a parasite, digging and infesting in your brain, ruining all other men and options for you. It's only him now.

You try to avoid the stares in the gym, the workout top you wear hides very little of the bruises and lingering teeth marks and you just try to tune out the side eyes and lingering looks.

As your workout ends you make your way to the locker-room and Bennet once again invades your vision.

“Hey Y/N- oh shit, someone really did a number on you! Didn't know a girl like you was into all that.” He winks and his eyes are only on the marks not looking you in the eyes.

“Oh these, yea well ya know how it is, girls got needs.” You give a halfhearted laugh just wanting to shower.

“Oh I know very well, if you ever need help with those needs I can definitely help you with those.” He's smirking and you grow sour at these unwanted words, about to tell him off when a hand slams onto his shoulder.

“I appreciate your concern, but her needs are well taken care of in my hands, right Schatz.” He always comes to you right when you need him and his eyes are so dark and his grip on Bennet’s shoulder is so tight the clothes are heavily wrinkled under his hand. Bennet’s eyes are wide as they race from you to König.

“I-um I didn't know you were with him.”

“It’s an honest mistake, she’s a very pretty girl and a wonderful lover. I am extremely lucky to have her. But I’ll let you know if you ever speak to her in this manner again I won't hesitate to crush you alright?”

Bennet's face has gone pale and he scurries off once König releases him, holding his shoulder as he leaves.

“König.”

“Come with me.”

He gives no room for argument. He grabs your hands and whisks you away out of the gym. You have to walk at double speed to keep up with his pace.

“König, I need to shower.” You try to protest but he keeps walking.

“I will have you as you are, you think a little sweat will deter me?” His voice is deep and you know seeing another man pester you twice in the same day has sparked some kind of primal urge within him. You have no complaints either way.

“Where are we going?” The twists and turns of the base make you dizzy and he moves with such speed you've gone into a trace following him blindly just watching the way he knows this place like the back of his hand.

“Quiet, you'll know soon enough.”

People sure have a staring problem around here because they stare you down as he leads you down the halls.

You finally reach the door and he opens it and ushers you in quickly closing it and slamming you against the door.

Your heart is racing again as it does when he's around and his hands can't seem to be still upon you; they trace the lengths of your hips to your waist, bringing you closer to him each time.

“Meine Taube forgive me but I must have you, you understand right? All of them stare, they wish to be in my position but I know none of them could touch you as I do, feel you as I do.”

You stare through your lashes up at him and he discards his helmet leaving his mask and the rest of his gear on.

“I would never have anyone as how I have you, how I let you have me.”

He groans, leaning over you and his head rests on your shoulder before he lifts his mask just above the peak of his nose, exposing his jaw and lips to you. You’re left silenced and before you can think to utter a sound his lips crash to yours and he consumes your moans and whines as if he's starved.

His hands become crazed and he holds your hips and lifts you so you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck.

He groans as he grinds his hips into yours, your back pressed against the door and your hand wanders under his mask from behind and you grip his hair tugging it forcefully. He pulls back from your lips at that moment and you get a good look at his lips. They're parted and kiss swollen, he's panting and the stubble on his jawline sends another wave of heat downwards.

He smirks and you can see the sharpness of his canine teeth, you can practically feel them already.

“See something you like?” You meet his eyes and your face darkens.

“I see a lot of things I like.”

His mouth crashes back onto yours and he continues his assault until he locks his lips onto your neck once again biting, licking, and sucking with no abandonment. You throw your head back, hitting the door but you feel no pain or really anything besides him and the heat radiating from between your legs.

“Lets get the prinzessin somewhere more comfortable yea?” He carries you the distance to his bed and in the short walk you see he has a much bigger bed than provided to the rest of the troops, makes sense, you doubt he can even fit into the regular sized ones. His bedding looks comfortable, the bed made neatly and everything in his room is neat and pristine. Up to code.

He lays you down onto the bed and you sink into it, you nearly moan at how comfortable it is.

“Not fair you get such a comfortable mattress and I’m subjected to a damn near plywood board.”

He laughs in between kisses as he unbuttons your shirt.

“Liebling you will never see your bed again, I must implore you spend your nights in mine.”

He sucks and kisses down your chest reaching behind you and undoing your bra clasp with one hand and throwing it far across the room.

“I-I would have a much better time sleeping here. I wouldn't mind that.”

“We wouldn't do much sleeping.”

Oh. So bold.

You throw your head back as he cups one breast and latches his mouth to the other.

“I’m sorry my love, I didn't get to indulge you in this last time.” He kisses again. “But I swear no where will be left untouched on you, I’ll have to be killed to be parted from you.”

You hands grasp anywhere they can as he continues his ministrations and you grasp his shirt.

“Take this off, now.”

He leans back on his knees and stares down at you, eyes heavy with lust.

“Your wish is my command.” He strips himself of the chest gear and shirt in record time and his chest is heaving as he leans atop of you again. His dog tags dangling over you, catching the spare light in the room. His mouth kisses down your stomach, the cool metal of the tags freezing after his searing lips, and unbuttons your pants sliding the zipper down with his teeth. You feel his hot breath on the front of your panties and the sight of him is ponographic.

“Oh god König I’m going to fucking explode if you dont hurry it the fuck up.” You groan and twist your hips to get him to do something, anything.

“Schatz you are too hasty, you are like artwork. I need to admire you as you are and appreciate what lies before me. Be patient and you will be heavily rewarded.” He strips your pants off maintaining eye contact the whole time and kisses from the band of your panties all the way back to your lips and he kisses sweetly this time touching the now exposed thighs and places his whole hand on your heat cupping it in his hand and he groans once more.

“You make my self control crumble you know that?” He traces his fingers up and down your core sliding your panties to the side to continue the motion.

“I cannot help myself when I’m around you, you could say the most awful things to me and I would still kiss the ground you walk on.”

“I would never say anything mean to you König, never.” He kisses your lips and you bite his lower lip as he leans back.

“I know you wouldn't, that's why I keep you all to myself.”

He slips a finger in and you clench around him, growing hotter and panting heavier. You move a hand down his broad expansive chest, scars littering it as proof of the man he is, of the hard work he's done. You cup him as well, stroke him over his pants and he sucks in a breath his movements of his fingers stutter.

“Liebling, Scheiße”

You look at him innocently as you unbutton and unzip his pants, releasing him from his boxers and taking him in your hand.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” You smile and stroke him lightly, his hips thrust into your hand and his eyes lock onto yours like you're treading thin ice.

Your thumb circles the tip collecting the leak that sprouts from him and he shudders again.

His fingers work on you faster and your hand gets uncoordinated on him and your vision starts to go hazy.

He hums, clearly pleased with his work on you.

“What wrong soldier, having trouble concentrating?” He laughs and you don't hear him anymore as you reach your peak, your hand that's not gripping him carving nail marks into his shoulder.

He draws two more orgasms from you with his fingers alone, you can imagine his fingers are pruned now with how soaked he's managed to make you. Your mind has been melted, remolded and melted again. You had let go of your grasp on him to hold tightly to his shoulder but he didn't seem to care, his mind was only on preparing you for the main event. His tip was leaking and had made a sizable puddle on your midsection.

“You think you’re ready for me now mein liebling?” He holds himself in his hand tracing the tip across your core and you scoot yourself closer to him trying to inch him in, he holds you hip in place.

“You heard me? You ready my dear?”

“Yes König, just get on with it, I can't wait any longer.”

“Of course my love.” He leans down to capture your lips and at the same time your tongues meet he enters you and it's the most lovely feeling you've ever felt. A tear slips down your cheek and if the sun exploded right now you would have no care in the world.

He sinks fully and brushes hair from your face, kissing your cheek and moves his hips out then back in to start a good rhythm. You both groan at the initial feeling and your hands move under his mask that has now dropped back down over his face to cup his jawline. He moves his head in your hand and kisses your palm, his eyes heavy on you, eyelids droopy and pupils dilated so wide his eye color would be perceived as black and not their original blue color.

You moan softly and the hand that was braced holding himself has moved to your hip and you look between the two of you and observe the way you connect. You can feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten up once again. König is insatiable, he dives into your heat with no sign of stopping, each breath whine and moan that escapes your lips only adds to his stamina and pleasure. He starts to speed his thrusts and the metal bars of the bed start a rhythmic banging against the wall, if you weren't so drunk off of him right now you would feel back for the neighbor but you don't care right now and can only think of König as he fills your vision. The new marks on your body sting and the way he grips your hip has you dripping on him and you can hear the evidence and you know he can too.

“You are a goddess incarnate, you know that. Like a siren I am drawn back to you each time I leave you. You pull me back into you so deliciously I cannot ever leave, I could spend all eternity inside you and never grow bored.”

His words tighten the coil within you even more and you throw your head back, drawing more and more like into his back and he growls.

“Yes Liebling, use me to express your pleasure, take it out on me and I shall give it back to you a thousand times. I can feel you getting closer, do not hold back on me.”

He's harsh now with his movements and he's getting closer too, he's moved your legs to his shoulder and he's delved even deeper into you and you nearly, no you do scream his name, and it's loud.

“König, I'm close, don't stop.” He continues his abuse and his thrusts grow unrhythmic. He bends over you, your head is thrashing side to side as you near your limit and he holds your head steady in his large grip making you look straight at him. His dog tags sway in front of your vision like a metronome keeping you in this trance-like state of euphoria.

“Look at me. Good girl, go ahead and make a mess.” He fucks you through your orgasm and he follows right behind you, thrusting deep and you both are locked in a gaze.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you take a deep breath in and let it out, deflating under his gaze and your brain feels mushy.

König shifts, “My love, darling.”

He snaps his fingers in front of your face. His eyes crinkled again and if his eyes could be heart shaped they definitely would be right about now.

“There she is.” He places your legs back on the bed and removes himself carefully kissing you hard on the lips and again on the cheek before he gets up and once again cleans you up, he's topless but in the heat of the moment he never did take off his boots or pants.

“Thank you.” You say, your voice horse as he's cleaning you up and providing you with clean panties and one of his shirts to wear.

“You don't need to thank me darling, I enjoy taking care of you. You truly deserve it.”

You get up and change into his shirt, it pools on you but it smells of him.

“Beautiful, you should wear my clothes more often.” He watches you like a hawk as you stumble to the bathroom, legs feeling like jelly.

“If shirts 5x my size were part of the military dress code I would take your words into consideration.”

You hear him laugh as you close the bathroom door and relieve yourself, looking in the mirror you look utterly destroyed, you smooth over your hair and splash your face with water, taking the time to brush your teeth as well.

His bathroom is pristine and smells like citrus, another green flag, he knows how to keep clean.

“I used your toothbrush if that’s alright.” You stop in your tracks, he's striped down to only his boxers and mask. He’s built like a greek god but he’s got some thickness along with his muscle you assume at his age he's just grown more sturdy.

“You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that, lay with me. Relax.” He’s laid back on a pillow, only the light of his bedside lamp illuminates the room and he's made a small nest of pillows on your side.

You nestle yourself in the crook of his arm and he wraps his arm around you kissing the top of your head and humming softly a song you don't know.

“Did you mean those things you said, it wasn't just your brain turned to sex mode right?” You beat yourself a bit for plaguing him with the job of reassuring you of his feelings but you want to know his feelings are true.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter.

“I have never felt more sure about something in my life, you have come into my life so suddenly and I will move mountains to keep you in it. I told you I will worship the ground you walk on so let me show you.” He kisses your face in multiple places and all your worries melt away with his touch.

His words glaze over your brain like honey and butterflies erupt from it in droves, you have never even seen this man's full face yet you are so sure you would devote yourself fully to him as he says he will do for you. You fall asleep to the sound of him humming and have never felt more at peace.

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httpisaoki · 2 months

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stupid in love ft. yu jimin

sypnosis: you can deny it all you want, but yu jimin can't help but to be stupid in love with you-- even if it she showed it in the most cheesy way possible.

warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, flirting, both reader and karina are in the top 3 of their school-- so basically karina likes reader and isn't afraid to hide it AND shes so loser coded in this fic broooo

-> the final part of the chrome hearts series. inspired by stupid in love by max ft. huh yunjin.

know it's a little soon, maybe but I'd go anywhere you take me long as you're calling me, baby they can all call us crazy

jimin couldn't handle the boredom, the both of you sat on your respective seating arrangement, the two of you being seatmates-- she would always find a way to tease you.

the two of you were the best of the best when it came to aces in your university. jimin being the swim captain, and one of the best volleyball players in yonsei, while maintaining her grades into a 99. you on the other hand, were a known 'genius' in your school, being the vice president of the stuco, you had always been the most responsible and respected person on campus, not only that, you were the top 1 in yonsei.

ever since the both of you were spotted together, the common 'academic rivals' trope stood between you too, most of the students made a fanbase between the two of you. basically, they were being nosy in whatever you two had. wether it was the crowd's opinion or not, yu jimin made it her mission to swoon you over.

until, a year ago, while in the middle of her bet of making you hers, she fell for you. yes, yu jimin was helplessly in love with you. now, jimin clicks her tongue, sighing before finally breaking the silence.

"you know, i wish i could've met you all over again." she teased with a smile on her face.

you glance at her, tilting your head in question, "hm?" you hummed.

she laughs, "oh, c'mon! stop playing dumb with me, yn. i mean, just look at me!" she chuckles, her eyes are bright and shiny as she grins wide, her lips puckered into a small o-shape, her eyebrows raised up in amusement.

she tilts her head at you, a smirk painted on her small, pink lips as she waits for your response.

as jimin waits for you to respond, she gives her hair a slight shake, the strands of dark brown hair falling down onto her shoulders.

her eyes are full of glee, she couldn't help but to feel giddy. you made her heart pump loudly in her chest, but for the sake of embarrassment, it didn't show.

"i wish i could've met you for the first time all over again." jimin laughs, leaning back on her seat to look at you.

as she finishes on speaking, she bites the tip of her tongue, her teeth digging lightly on it, the tips of her cheeks flushing. she lets out a small giggle as she leans back on her seat, her hands folded on her chest as she looks at you.

she opens her mouth to say more, yet nothing seems to come out of her when the mere fact of her heart hammering like crazy and her thoughts blanking out made her unable to move-- to utter another word.

you chuckled, "hm? why? did you miss me that much?" you teased her, stretching your hands as you turn to face her. your body language has always been an open book to jimin. the way you lean back into your seat and the way your shoulders slouch, the way your hand brushes against your neck, to her; these actions seemed so natural.

she sighs, before finally uttering a single word: "yes." her fingers brush over the hem of her blouse, as she shifts in her seat, feeling incredibly embarrassed at her own actions.

she crosses her legs under the table and bites her tongue, a small smile etched on her lips as she waits for a reply from you.

you smile at her, "i thought so." before continuing the lectures you were reading.

even though she was a bit irritated with your reply, her stomach twisted and turned, getting more butterflies than she should have.

"y-yn!" she whined in an exaggerated tone in attempt to get you to hear her. "stop working on that stupid exam paper, talk to me!" she whines again, this time, leaning a little forward from her seat.

you glance at her, then at the papers on your desk. you sighed, finally giving in. "alright. i'm sorry, rina." you give her a soft smile.

she gasps, placing her both hands on her chest, in some sort of an exaggerated motion.

"r-rina?" she teases, her voice was high pitched and her tone was teasing, "did you miss me that much? i'm flattered." she continues, her head tilting to the side, her eyebrows raised.

you playfully rolled your eyes, you scoffed softly, "your ego is huge." you smirked, "but yes, I did miss you." the statement makes her ears go red.

she laughs, giggling as well as biting her tongue. she puts her face on her palms, laughing

even more, her fingers running through her hair as she tries not to laugh too hard.

"yn.." she teases, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as she looks at you, before continuing, "you know you're cute." her dark eyes sparkle under the dim lighting. Her words made her cheeks burn.

you smirked, "hm? I think you're even cuter when you blush.."

her face heats up even brighter, she tries to cover her flushed cheeks with her palms, yet it was to no avail as her hand keeps trembling.

"w-well--" she tries to speak, but her voice came out as a mumble. the both of you were having a cute moment, but it was a bit strange as her face was so flushed that it was almost redder than her eyes. you would always remember her blushing face everytime you two are together.

she looks down and sighs quietly as she plays with her hair, her cheeks still incredibly red. you notice her tapping her leg under the table in an anxious manner.

you couldn't hold back your curiosity anymore and you just had to ask "jimin," you say, wanting to get her attention. she slowly lifts her head, to look at you with a bright smile. her eyes are still sparkling as she looks directly into you eyes, a small blush painted on her cheeks.

you couldn't help but notice her nervous nature, it was adorable how jimin was so expressive with her feeling. you couldn't resist teasing her.

"jimin, you do know that blushing doesn't hide your feelings, right?" you teased, letting out a small chuckle as you look at her small red cheeks, her eyebrows slightly quirked up in amusement as you notice her nervous hand gestures.

even after all the time you spent together, jimin was still the same girl you learned to love. she was the same girl who made you laugh, and taught you how to love. yu jimin was the girl who loved you, and you'd hate to admit it, but you were stupidly in love with her.

I don't wanna think too much let's get matching tattoos I don't wanna think it through baby, I'm so stupid in love (with you)

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#aoki's works #yu jimin x reader #aespa x reader #karina x reader #kpop x reader #fluff

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seelestia · 2 years

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★彡 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞

SUMMARY. redamancy is a love returned in full — except you express that by staring at your lover like a madman.

CHARACTERS. xiao, venti, kazuha, heizou, zhongli, albedo, gorou, itto, scaramouche, ayato, childe, diluc, thoma, kaeya.

GENRE. cotton candy fluff, little bits of crack, teeny tiny angst in kaeya's part, established relationship.

CW. use of pet names.

THOUGHTS. weewoo, my first multi post! i may have screamed, kicked my feet in the air, and sobbed while writing this and i hope you do too <3 /pos

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XIAO turns his face away nervously. You are silent, yet your gaze speaks many volumes; volumes that he is unable to comprehend properly. What exactly should an Adeptus say to such peculiar manner of staring? Xiao clears his throat, "If you have words to spare, then spit them out." Bold words for someone with reddening cheeks.

VENTI grins as if he had caught a thief red-handed. "Is it me or is someone awfully shameless today, hm?" Although it is clear as day that you're not even trying to hide it, this bard sees the opportunity to tease you and he takes it in stride. As a performer, Venti is used to having eyes on him — but to receive such attention from his beloved is so much sweeter, is it not?

KAZUHA returns your gaze with an even softer one. He asks, "Is something wrong, my love?" What started out as a way to express your adoration for his beauty turns into a mutual contest. Kazuha's eyes are a beautiful scarlet red, you know that — but why is it so hard to acknowledge when he's staring right back at you? But in his defense, he is but a humble man returning the favor and using it as an excuse to adore you.

HEIZOU pretends to poke your eyes. "Ah-ah, where's your permission to stare?" A cheeky one, indeed. Heizou hovers two fingers in front of your eyes as if poised to poke on command. With the way his smile is almost reaching his ears, it's so difficult to take him seriously — and it doubles by tenfold when Heizou dives in for a kiss. His giggles tap against your lips, "There you go, permission granted." Great, just awesome; now, you feel like poking his pretty olive eyes instead.

ZHONGLI is unmoving yet knowing all the same. No, he is not oblivious, not in the slightest. In fact, he knows you are staring at him. Zhongli usually doesn't mind being gawked at; yet as he takes a sip of his tea, he can't help but chuckle, "You can look until you've had enough, but don't let the tea get cold now." Your eager gaze that is almost akin to a stupefied child is more amusing than he thought, it seems.

ALBEDO wonders what is running through your mind. As if his thoughts have morphed into crystalflies that leave a trail of epiphany in their wake, you exhale a cold breath and two words for him, "You're beautiful." Albedo realizes that maybe, his metaphor might've been off the mark; because no longer are the crystalflies taking flight in the air, they are here in his chest like fluttering butterflies at the sight of your smile.

GOROU blinks in confusion. Deciphering has never been his best suit, so when Gorou finds you staring at him without a word, his first instinct is to assume the worst. His ears droop down almost instantly, "W-what's wrong?" The genuine fear on Gorou's face makes you panic and he swears he never relished in relief like ever before after you explain. No, he's not mad — he just can't help but sulk, just a little. Ahem, please don't scare him like that again.

ITTO pats himself in accomplishment. "Are you staring because I look extra, super duper handsome today? Ohoho!" Was it the new shampoo? Mouthwash? Eyeliners? His pearly white teeth? The comb he exchanged for snacks yesterday?! He sounds obsessed but hey, he wants to look good for you — and if you're staring at him like that, it means his efforts aren't in vain! How silly though, you've always been staring at him like this; Itto was just too immersed in his beetle fights to notice.

SCARAMOUCHE flicks your forehead. You get two privileges, though; a forehead flick and a somewhat gentle one at that. He doesn't just flick anybody's forehead, you're special (or whatever). Scaramouche huffs, "Got a staring problem? Your eyes look like they're gonna pop out." But you don't mind, you'd gladly pick them up just to stare at him again. "Ugh, weirdo," he rolls his eyes but he's actually smiling, so who's the weirdo here?

AYATO only hums in acknowledgment. "Is this angle good enough for your liking, dearest?" He says that so casually. As a man who has etiquette engrained into him since young, you partially expect him to reprimand you. It's common knowledge that staring is improper in public, after all — but that's exactly it; right now, he isn't the public figure, Kamisato Ayato but simply a man with his beloved. How ironic would it be to reprimand the very person who gives him a sense of normalcy? Besides, you're adorable, so he's not complaining one bit.

CHILDE tilts his head questioningly at first but plays along. He searches your eyes; is this a prank or are you angry? The corners of his lips crook into a grin, there's a playful agenda in his mind. "Are we doing a staring contest? If I win, will you give me a kiss?" His jokes are just a way of his to get a reaction from you. But when it fails, Tartaglia's grin quite literally drops, "Wait, are you actually upset? [Y/N], what did I do—" And he won't stop pestering you with a whine until you explain.

DILUC lowers his head into a bow. He mutters quietly, "I'm sorry." Straightforward words, but the thing is does he even know what he's apologizing for? Actually, why is he apologizing? Diluc looks so meek underneath your gaze, you wonder how he'd react if you tell him that you're merely staring because you can't look away? Simple, he wouldn't know how to; so, he'd fake a cough to hide his face or more specifically, the shades similar to his hair blooming on it.

THOMA frowns with concern. "Do you need something, my love?" His hand is warm as he cups the side of your cheek as a giving touch of comfort. Are you staring at him to get his attention? Has something been bothering you? Worried questions begin to fill Thoma's mind — of course, your well-being is what comes to mind first, not the thought of you admiring him for no reason. "Ah, you're such a tease. You scared me there," he pinches your nose; that's a Thoma-like way to get revenge, alright.

KAEYA leans in closer. He does so with no hesitance, no warning whatsoever and you lean back with a squeak. Kaeya chuckles to his heart's content with a cheeky jest, "Why, I thought that was an invitation?" But beneath the desire to fluster you, lies an odd sense of contentment; knowing that you stare at him with such a loving gaze. "Thank you," two words that seem so out of place, but Kaeya wants to say them anyway.

— © seelestia, july 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

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hailbales · 8 months

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I love you’s and forever’s

warnings: fem reader! x jj maybank! p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), breeding kink-ish, fluff, andd I think that’s it!

summary: jj says the ‘L’ word

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minors dni!

“guys, please. I can’t take any more pda. I get enough of that from john b and sarah.” kie groans, rolling her eyes as you giggle, looking down at the blonde haired boy as you sat on his lap. jj looked up at you with a goofy grin on his face, his eyes sparkling as he stared up at the girl he was so madly in love with.

from the first moment he met you, he was yours. he didn’t think about anyone or anything else. he physically couldn’t. you were constantly on his mind.

your smile, your laugh, the way you rolled your eyes when something pissed you off, the way he felt inside you. hell, the angelic sounds you made could get him off alone.

as kie realized you weren’t going to respond, but instead stare at each other, she rolled her eyes with a light smile on her face, glad that her friend found someone who could make him feel like that. “okay, you guys are vomit inducing. I’m going inside.”

you snapped yourself out of the trance that the blue eyed boy had the ability to put you in as she stood from her chair around the bonfire, trudging towards the chateau. “I think they got sick of us.” you giggle, glancing around at all the chairs that your friends once occupied.

“mmm,” he hummed, placing his hand on your thigh as he began to draw circles on it. “that’s too bad. I was really enjoying their company.”

“oh really? you were?”

“mhm. In fact, I already miss em.” he smiled hazily, eyes still glossy from the joint he smoked earlier. “yeah, I do too. here, I’ll go get him.” you said teasingly, knowing the effect you had on the boy.

jj felt his heart skip a beat when he thought you were going to leave his lap where you so perfectly fit, quickly moving his hands on your waist to keep you in place as a whine left his lips that he would surely be made fun of for if anybody else heard him.

“wait, no. stay.” he pouted, rubbing his hands up and down the curve of your waist. you hummed, quirking your eyebrow down at him. he smiled innocently, leaning up to place a loving kiss on your lips.

no matter how many times you have kissed, it still feels electrifying. the way your lips fit together like they were molded for each other. the way you moved so effortlessly, like it was second nature. you could never get enough of him.

his scent engulfed you, and the euphoric feeling of everything that was jj came flooding your senses, still not ceasing to knock you off your feet.

“I love you so much.”

the five words made you pause as your breath got caught in your throat. “what?” you gulped.

his eyes widened at the realization of what he just said, reality hitting him in the face.

he couldn’t bring himself to look up at you as your faces were still centimeters apart, he could feel your breath on his face. “I..”

his overthinking hit him like a brick, all tumbling into his head at once. he sucked his lip into his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he wished he could just blink himself out of existence.

“hey, don’t go there.” you pulled him out of his thoughts, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I-I, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ he sighed, raking a hand through his hair out of frustration towards himself.

“jj. stop.” you laughed, placing your hands on his face as you made him look at you. the nervousness in his eyes made butterflies erupt in your stomach, reassuring his affection for you.

you slowly lean in, placing your forehead on his as you stare deeply into each others eyes before connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. so small it was barely a peck, but you both felt it in your stomach.

you loved him.

he was unsure of almost everything in his life, he always felt like he was a burden to everyone. to his dad, his friends, even his stupid teachers. he has always been unsure on their genuineness, but he was sure about yours. with just one kiss, you made him feel it.

in just a second all the passion that flowed through both yours and his chest was pushed into your kiss as you pressed against each other, in almost a bruising force. he hummed into your mouth, gently nipping on your bottom lip as your tongues explored each others mouth.

you needed to be closer to him, you needed to inhale him. but no matter how flush your skin was to each others, it wasn’t enough.

“jj.” you breathed, breaking away from the kiss as he looked up at you with desperation. “I know. I know.”

in a matter of seconds you were scooped up in his arms as he stood up off the lawn chair, his mind running with places to take you. but then it hit him, the one place he felt most connected to.

when he placed your feet on the ground, it didn’t take you long to realize where you were. the worn out wood beneath your feet and the sound of crickets chirping in your ear gave it away. he took you to the dock. yours and his place.

where you first met, where you had your first kiss, where you had your first ‘date’, where you would’ve had your first time if john b hadn’t walked up, playfully gagging as he realized where y’all were heading to.

before you could take a breath he was smashing his lips against yours, placing one hand on your neck as the other rested on your waist. you interlocked your hands in his hair, pulling him desperately closer.

he grabbed you by your waist, setting you on top of the railing as he stood in between your legs. “say it, princess. I need you to say it.” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

it took your mind a second to catch up with his words, before a light smile fell upon your face. “I love you, j.”

that was all it took for him to pull his shirt you were wearing off of your head, before you helped pull his off along with it. he pushed your lips against yours roughly, his hand placed on the back of your head as it got tangled in your hair.

“I love you.” you repeated between kisses, loving the way you felt him react to it. “god, your gonna be the death of me, baby.” he groaned, moving to pull your shorts off of your legs. luckily for times sake, you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“I need you closer, j.” you whined pathetically, lightly pulling his hair at the nape of his neck. his face scrunched in pleasure as his eyebrows furrowed, quickly going for the buckle of his shorts. “I’m working on it, cupcake.”

his shorts fell to the ground before he kicked them off. you both watched in shock as they landed into the water, beginning to float on the surface. you looked back towards each other, a grin finding its way onto your face as he pursed his lips. “well, that’s gonna be a hard one to explain.”

you laughed, wrapping your arm around his shoulder to pull him closer before reconnecting your lips with his. his hand found the back of the bikini top, quickly pulling the string that kept it together before tossing it along in the water to accompany his shorts.

“hey! that’s one of my favorites.” you complained, but you didn’t really care. you would let him throw all your clothes away if it meant he got to take them off.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” he muttered, his tongue swiping your lips to grant him access. “yeah, okay pogue.” he chuckled against your lips, before taking the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth causing you to moan out of surprise.

you could feel him smile against you as he began kissing down your jaw to your neck, his hands finding your breast making you throw your head back as he tweaked with your nipples. “please, j. no foreplay. I can’t.” you moaned, pulling at his hair.

he ignored you as he began trailing further down your body before he reached right where you wanted him most. he looked up at with lustful eyes before placing a kiss on your clit, making you jump in your skin from the attention.

“that feel good, baby?” you could feel the warmth of his breathe against your heat, making you arch your back as you panted. “please, j.” you breathed.

that was all it took before he diving into you, licking up your slit before giving attention to your throbbing clit as he sucked on it. you felt like your whole body was on fire, burning with need as he slowly stuck his finger in you, curling it upwards with every thrust.

you were a moaning mess, pushing his head closer to you as he ate you out like a starved man, hooking his arm around your thighs.

he groaned against you, causing your toes to curl as you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you, baby. let go. cum all over my face.” he mumbled against you, the vibrations from his voice sending you over the edge as you arched your back, your toes curling as you came with a cry.

he stood upright, pressing his mouth to yours hungrily as you tasted yourself on his lips. he pulled away before quickly sticking his fingers that were coated in your cum down your throat, gagging you as though it was his cock.

you were so taken aback, but quickly gave into it as you sucked on them, swirling your tongue around it. he moans, feeling his dick ache as he watched you.

“you see how good you taste, mama?” he whispers huskily, like he had just woken up causing your cunt to throb. you hummed against him, nodding your head. that was all it took for him to break as he removed his fingers from your mouth, spreading your legs open as he ran his hand up and down his shaft, spreading his precum.

he slid the tip through your folds before he slipped it in your aching hole, causing you both to let out a throaty moan. “fuckk..” he slowly inched into you, taking it slow so you could feel every throb and vein on his cock. you had never fucked raw before, and now you didn’t think you could stop.

the intimacy, the pleasure, it was becoming too much for you. for both of you. your eyes connected and you both felt it. it was different this time. it almost made you tear up at the overwhelming love you felt for the boy inside of you.

he slowly leaned in, pressing you in a deep, passionate kiss, silencing your cries as he filled you all the way. “oh god, jj.” you moaned, your face tightening in pleasure as he sped up.

he groaned at the sound of your voice, at the way you were clenching around him as though you were pushing him away and pulling him towards you all at the same time. he buried his face in the crook of neck, his fist squeezing your thighs so hard it almost hurt.

“your so tight. makes me wanna fill you full of my cum. you want that, princess? you want my babies?”

“god- yes!” you sobbed, throwing your head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. “fuck, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. wanna make you cum every night. wanna see you full and round with my baby so everyone knows who you belong to.” his cock throbs inside of you at the thought, feeling himself reach his high faster than he ever has.

“j, m’ so close.” you moaned, your arms wrapped around his as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. “I know. I know, princess. not yet. hang on for me.”

he pulled you off the ledge onto your feet, causing an empty feeling to crawl through your chest as he pulls out of you. It doesn’t last long before he spins you around, bending you over as he enters you again causing you to let out a loud scream.

his hand quickly flies over your mouth, muffling your moans as he pulls you flush against him, your back against his chest. the position makes him feel so much deeper, causing you to throw your head back against his shoulder as you try to keep quiet.

his lips attach to you neck, licking and bruising you as he thrust into you harshly. “god, I’m so in love with you. I can never stop thinking about you. I dream about you even when your sleeping in my arms. I picture you when I get myself off. I fantasize about getting down on knee and marrying you. I want you to have my kids, I want to protect you with my life, I want to grow old with you. fuck, I can’t wait.”

his words send you over the edge as you tighten around him, cumming with a loud cry. he quickly attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with a bruising force as you feel his cock swell inside of you, balls tightening before he stills. his groans, his warm cum filling you up as it shoots into you in long, thick ropes.

neither of you notice the tears that fill your eyes as he slowly thrust inside of you, letting you both ride out your highs until he pulls away. his face drops in panic as his hands quickly come up to cup your face. “baby, what’s wrong? d-did I hurt you? cmon, talk to me, what happened?”

you let out a sob at his gentleness, despite how rough he was just fucking you. the sound causes a pit to form in his stomach as he quickly scans you over, eyes widened with fear.

you place your hand over his that was resting on your cheek, causing him to look back up at you. “I want that for us too. you have no idea how badly I want that. I’m so in love with you, jj.”

his features soften, his heart turning to mush at your words. “oh, baby.” he cooes, his own eyes prickling with tears as he pulls you flush against him, wrapping his arms around your body. his hands find your hair, fisting it as he holds you tightly, so tightly as though you might slip away if he didn’t.

he decides then and there as your body shakes with sobs against him that he was never letting you go.

you are the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

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sanjisprincesswifey · 4 months

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Hii! Merry Christmas🎄 May I request Katakuri or Sanji for ur Christmas event? With a female reader?

hello! merry christmas to you too! i just wanted to let you know that i don’t write for katakuri so i chose sanji, hope that’s okay with you! :)

you’ve received sanji + getting each other for secret santa

❆: angst if you squint, soft sanji (softji, if you will), non-gender specific reader, 600+ words.

“okay, who is next?” nami calls, digging through the pile of presents to find the next target. “hmm, this one is for…sanji!”

the wrapping that coats the present piques your interest, drowning out the commotion to focus on the blond man who was sitting opposite you.

“who’s it from?” he asks, examining the gift with extreme detail. a smile graces his lips when he reads the label, ‘from: your secret santa.’

he was as meticulous as always, but as the anxious feeling gnawed at you, you found the trait to be annoying rather than cute.

sanji is nothing like your captain, gently pulling off each side of the wrapping as he reveals a thin white box.

time slows down when the lid is removed, scanning his face for a hint of any emotion.

the commotion from luffy and usopp over their new gifts drew any attention away from sanji, leaving you the only one to decipher what was going through his head right now. his lips part slightly, but his one visible eye is covered by his fallen blond hair allowing you clear indication of what he was feeling.

your teeth pull at your bottom lip, pinching the area between your cuspids. you knew this present would be a shot in the dark, sanji had only discussed this topic maybe once or twice; and even then it was in passing, providing you minuet details to work with.

sanji abruptly stands from his chair, a tight grip on the gift box that had his knuckles running white as he dashes for the men’s cabin without saying a word.

this earned a couple confused glances, but nothing the mimicked the crushing feeling of your heart dropping. tears blur your vision, bottom lip quivering while you quickly wipe your tears with you sweater sleeve.

for as long as the present exchange continues, you do your best to put on a smile, though disingenuous. all you could focus on was sanji, was he alright? what could he be thinking of right now? all of this over one small present?

as soon as the festivities end for the night, you beeline toward his quarters without a second thought.

the door slams shut just as quick as you opened it, noticing sanji standing in front of his open locker.

he’s still, unpaused by the sudden noise as if he had been expecting you.

“did i ever tell you about her?” he questions, his voice hoarse indicating he had, in fact, been crying all this time.

by her, you knew he must’ve meant his mother.

your limbs are shaky as you step towards him, unable to contain a few tears of your own. “uh, yeah, you mentioned her once, i think.”

he nods, trembling as he turns to face you and reveals the swollen, puffy skin under his eyes. he holds out a photo for you, which you can’t help but smile at as soon as you see the resemblance.

their smiles, noses, even eyes are similar. but as pretty as sanji was, it’s not surprising how much he took after her.

“she’s beautiful. you look so much like her,” you return, reaching up to graze his cheek.

“this,” he presents the margined white butterfly in the thin display case that you had given him, “this is from you, right?”

you feel sheepish, a crimson tint coloring your face as sanji wraps his long arms around you, pulling you snug to his chest.

“thank you,” he breathes out between gentle sobs. sanji’s much larger body transfers his weight onto yours, collapsing into your arms as you run your fingers through his hair. “thank you so much, y/n.”

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭

♡ sure, he has a girlfriend, but she just isn't you ♡ (aka how hq men would react to you asking them how their gf would feel about what you're doing rn)

♡ featuring: ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ, ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ cheating, nsfw mdni, afab reader she/her pronouns, individual tags for each~

♡ i will write a part two to this if people want it (send me an ask with a name and i'll do it, really, i swear), and maybe even if they don't because i'm obsessed with this concept fr. ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

♡ the song that inspired this entire thing (xxx) ♡ wrote this same vibe w atsumu but its a whole fic (xxx)

♡ akaashi ♡ 1 day // guilty fucking, just can't help himself

“f-fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he tells you, voice not nearly are strong as you’re sure he means it to be. he pushes his hips forward again, sliding his cock slowly inside of you, thumb spreading your lips apart so that he can watch himself disappear inch by inch.

he’s nearly crumbling in front of you, fucking in and out of you, one word punctuating each thrust. “we… shouldn’t…. be… doing…. this….” his voice is just as shaky as his forearms bracing you.

his forehead falls against your shoulder, moaning into your soft skin. he presses kisses wherever he can reach, trailing up your collarbones to the sensitive areas of your neck and the underside of your jaw.

akaashi is really not the type of guy to cheat on his girlfriend, he swears. but he just couldn’t help himself. when the opportunity presented itself, he really had no other option.

not when you looked like that, sitting so pretty on his couch when she wouldn’t be back for the entire weekend. not when you smiled like that when he pushed your hair out of your face. not when he could convince himself that it really meant nothing. it couldn’t have, not when he’s thinking about her so much.

and then he kisses you, warm and breathy and sweet enough to give you a toothache. not a fucked out, gasping for air, desperate to touch you just to touch something, but one that gives you butterflies and makes you feel closer than his skin on yours

lips pressed against yours, meticulously thrusting into you so he can savor every second. he can barely breathe.

when he finally pulls away, looks you in the eyes, gaze confident and unwavering, and you let it slip past your slightly parted lips. “how would your girlfriend feel about it?”

it’s quiet and low, softer than the sounds of his moans or the obscene smack of his hips against the inside of your thighs. you watch the blush spread, up his chest and neck to the highs of his cheekbones, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter for a moment, speaking confidently now, but no less indulgent.

“she wont find out.”

♡ atsumu ♡ 8 months // little bit toxic ngl, blatant disregard for their partner

the first few times that you and atsumu slept together, there was remorse on both ends. over time, though, it just started getting easier to justify and to excuse. the two of you melded perfectly and the more nights you spent together, the better it got.

neither of you have felt bad about it in awhile.

“fuck me any softer and i’ll mistake you for my boyfriend or something,” you huff.

in fact, you both horribly go as far as to teasing each other at your own partner’s unknowing expense. you wrap your arms around atsumu’s neck, pulling him down until you’re able to press your nose into his shoulder, breathing softly against it.

“hey, no talking about your boyfriend. you know i get jealous,” he says, dragging his teeth against your collarbone cautiously so as not to make a mark. he doesn’t bring any attention to how his pace picks up, fucking into you faster as the insides of your thighs start to sting.

"yea?" you say, rolling your hips in time with his thrusts, "and what about your girlfriend?"

the scoff that erupts from his chest nor the thought of his girlfriend disrupt his rhythm. "you're the one that brought her up. what about her?" he asks, placing soft kisses against your chest where he can reach.

you shake your head, arm leaving his neck to cup his face in your hand, pull his eyes to yours, "not good enough."

he knows what you're looking for, can see it in the devilishly sweet smile on your face as your eyes scan his features. he almost wishes that his reason for hesitancy wasn't what it was. the pauses, the insufficient answers, he knows they aren't in the name or regret or guilt, they're just to tease you, to keep you waiting for the answer he knows you want. "she’s not here, we don’t have to worry about her," atsumu teases, leaning forward to kiss your lips this time.

you turn your head at the last second, let his gentle kiss press against your jaw instead as you repeat yourself, "not good enough."

he sighs, faux and dramatic, reaches his fingers over to nudge your face back towards him once more. when he leans down again, his tender grasp on your chin begs you to stay put. you lean up towards him as much as you can to meet his kiss. when he pulls away, his forehead is still pressed against yours, sentence is murmured against your lips, "well, it’s no competition, really, between the two of you."

"yea?" you ask again, core fluttering, tightening as your walls grip him desperately. "only one of us has your heart, right, tsumu?"

"fuck," he says, hips stuttering as he nods, "fuck, that's right, baby."

♡ bokuto ♡ 2 weeks // super desperate, only somewhat guilty

“god, when do i get to see you again?” he asks, all teeth and tongue and desperate, throaty pleas against your chest. his hands are just as frantic as his facial expression, roaming over every part of you without rooting once.

he isn’t even inside of you yet, and he's already looking forward to next time.

it was supposed to just be a one night thing, you and him. and if it was one night out, complete mistake, he could’ve explained it with alcohol or a lapse in judgement. but that was 2 weeks ago.

because no one told him how much he’d be craving you every single fucking night after that. no one told him how much he'd remember your touch and the weight of the backs of your thighs on his hips and how pretty you sounded and how soft your skin was and how fucking tight you were.

no one told him that he'd need to see you 5 times in those two weeks, like you were his new obsession that would quickly turn into a bad habit.

you’ve kept quiet about it, the fact that you knew he had a girlfriend in the first place. you've honestly just been enjoying yourself, skating around the topic or deliberately avoiding it, fearful that if you mention it he’ll run.

you don't really know where it comes from. truthfully, it just slips out because it's on your mind, because he asks you as if it's not on his mind at all, "how does your girlfriend feel about it?"

he stops for a second, movements ceasing, facial expression thoughtful, only constant his chest rising and falling at the same pace as before. you're convinced, all at once, that your fun is over, that tonight won't go as planned, maybe you should've at least waited until you were finished.

his response is softer, more contemplative than the desperation fueled plea before, "how do you feel about it?"

you can't help but laugh, eyebrows furrowed, "i- i mean? fine, yeah, i don't," you take a deep breath, mentally flinching at how horrible it is before it even comes out of your mouth, "i don't really care. i'm having a good time."

his hands are back on your body, assured and quick, leaning down to place kisses against your chest and shoulders once again. "good, so when can i see you again?"

♡ tsukishima ♡ 4 months // tsukishima is an asshole, toxic and blamey, degrading almost, hot

“stay just like that,” he orders, arms crossed over one another, each of his hands on your opposite hips as he holds you still. no hand to guide his throbbing cock, he lets it slip between your lips a few times, missing your sloppy, drenched hole, grinding against your puffy lips. it feels like he’s almost missing on purpose, just loving the feeling of his length dragging across your messy pussy.

when he pushes inside of you, he does so slowly but forcefully, rolls his hips and thrusts his cock as deep as it’ll fucking go.

“fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, perfect for my cock,” he mutters aimlessly. you’re half convinced it’s just instinct, no purpose other than he couldn’t not let the words slip.

“how would your girlfriend feel about that?”

he is so ready with a comeback, it almost feels like he’s been waiting for this for your entire affair. you’ve never brought up his girlfriend before. too timid to say it aloud or afraid it would result in him leaving, it didn’t really matter.

over the last couple months, you’ve grown to know tsukishima pretty well, have learned to roll with the punches and throw a few right back at him and he’s so focused now, not too much attention on you, or at least not in that way, and as much as you want to chalk it up to an accident or slip of the tongue, you both know how deliberate it is

“aren't you just as much to blame as i am?” he retorts, not slowing or missing a beat, digging his fingers into your hips harsher, pulling you onto his cock harsher.

you open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off.

“i think it’s pretty much your fault, actually, looking like that and expecting me not to want you on the spot,” tsukishima mutters, can barely get it out with his smile turning into a smirk.

he wraps his fingers around your shoulder, other hand around your forearm and guides you up towards him, back pressed against his chest, head craned to the side so you can see the devilish look in his eyes. uses gravity and your weight and the small thrusts upwards to fuck you like this and your protest is mashed between whimpers and affirming moans.

“not-” huff “not my fault,” you gasp, pushing off of the bed in time with his movements until only the tip is inside of you and then falling completely seated onto his thick cock. “she’s not my girlfriend,” you reason.

there’s still no hesitation, fingers clenched onto your jaw to force eye contact as he speaks, “but you know about her, right? doesn’t that make you just as bad as me?” he grunts as he buries himself inside of you, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “maybe worse.”

it hits you softly and then all at once, this guilt. and then he starts fucking you harder, changes positions, moves both of your bodies until his weight is on your back, your chest pressed into the mattress as he fucks into you, hand around your throat and waist holding you tightly in place. it’s harder. and it’s faster. and it’s better than you’ve ever been fucked before, even than the other times you’ve been fucked by tsukishima. you’re clenching around him, stomach tense, and breath bare.

and then it’s gone again. you don’t even remember her name.

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yanderemommabean · 7 months

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Am I the only one who needs to be strapped down by the wrists and ate out against my will by alpha elias while I struggle to not show how good everything feels and beg for him to stop despite my arching body telling him the opposite?

Bonus if he flips darling over, jerks their hips upwards and sets a teasing pace with one hand pushing their upper body down so they can’t do anything but arch backwards into him and grip the sheets for dear life. All the while licking a stripe up their neck before burying his teeth into their nape to mark them, growling possessively when they refuse to moan for him, digging deeper and thrusting into them harder until they whimper in submission.

Bonus Bonus if it’s Doc Lee’s butterfly and he’s made to watch, threatening to cum inside them if he looks away.

((Female reader! Hope you beans can enjoy!))

“You’re so cute when you try to fight this” The deranged man murmurs against your skin, ice once again filling your veins as his fingers come to clutch at your thighs to spread them apart, massaging the meat and fat of them as he soaks in the sight of you, bare and open, ready for him to gorge himself on.

“The fact no one has kissed every scar and told you they were beautiful paint strokes on your canvas, shows me there’s truly less hope for humanity than I thought” Elias praises as his fingers begin to trace up and down your hips and the apex of your thighs. “Every pretty vein, every mark and mole, every scar from small to large deserves to be savored and kissed. You’re a beautiful soul who does nothing but give and give and give” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss to the top of your mound. “Such battle scars. Gorgeous even if they came from a time of hideous treatment to you”.

You feel his warm breath against you while your bindings only tighten, holding you still as the maniac worships you, praises you like you’re truly a relic or a god, as if He truly believed you gave him a purpose. You were ashamed of how your breath was stolen from you, his nimble fingers hardly touching you yet bringing out such pleasure, even when in such a state of panic.

“I know you say you don’t want this, that you only have feelings for that rat of a doctor…But I know he’s just simply brainwashed you. He doesn’t know how to treat you, hoards you like an object rather than spoil you like a lover”.

You spit something out to him, but the gag in your mouth doesn’t allow it to truly be heard. It's just more amusement for the psycho as you tremble and hiss like a terrified cat. How absolutely precious. Elias just grins, wicked and wild as he helps turn your head to face the right of you, where in the corner of the room, Lee had been bound and gagged as well, anger clear in his eyes and features as he venomously spews words that are muffled and garbled.

Elias just kisses down your bare body once again, amused and gleeful as the doctor struggles. “Oh don't tell me you thought this was a private show? Tsk tsk tsk then how would that doctor learn his lesson? No no my dear, he’s going to watch, and you are going to be good and put on a good show. I’d hate to have to take his fingers or pull his teeth, but if you insist on misbehaving…I can give it a shot”.

Oh god he was serious. Lee wouldn’t ever be caught, not by someone so easily. But again, Elias isn’t just anyone. He’s at this facility for a reason. His hand comes to cup your warmth, slowly letting his fingers spread your lips so he could feel the dewy skin, shuddering as he breathes in your scent. “Don't be too in your own head, lovely. Just relax, let me take care of everything else. Lee will be fine, if he can behave. Don't worry your cute little head about it”.

You whimper at that, his fingers sliding up your folds to toy with your clit, his eyes molten and hot as they watched you writhe and gasp from just a few quick circles being rubbed. Cute. You must really be pent up if that's all that gets you going. Not that he minds, mind you. Sensitivity just means more fun for him.

“Good. So good for me. Look at you, arching into my touch already. I haven’t even done anything” he muses, sliding his body back down until your legs were once again around his head, not that they had much of a choice. He hears Lees grunts and muffled vulgarity, but pays it no mind as he drags his tongue up from your fluttering hole to your twitching clit, greedily sucking the bud while his shoulders relax.

Yes. This is exactly where he needs to be. Between your thighs while you use his face, make him your little toy to use and throw away when you’re done. But of course, Lee had to try and take that luxury away from him too. If he had it his way, well, you’d be doing a lot more room visits for him that’s for sure. He doesn't mind following the majority of rules in this place, but he draws the fucking line at Lee trying to take you away from him.

Listening to your moans and whimpers as his tongue happily laps away, it almost makes him forget that the doctor is in here, watching as he drinks your ambrosia. He almost hates that he’s here, listening to you, but having him just an arms reach away and unable to take you, it gave him a wicked feeling of amusement.

His soft petal lips suck on your folds, moving to suck on your little bud aggressively as you gasp and try to kick, the pleasure shooting up your spine being too much and making you go taut, before once again relaxing as he holds your legs still and drags his tongue through your wetness again and again like a thirsty animal, drool covering his chin as he loses himself and tries to show your body just how much he loves you, loves your smell, your warmth, your taste- everything about you was mouth watering.

You have fresh tears dripping down your beautiful face when his viper like eyes stare back up at you, and his cock only throbs harder. He loves sending you to such planes of bliss that it’s too much to handle. So much love that you can’t fathom, so you cry. Every time you climax, it’s a sign of how much you love each other, right? That has to be why your pretty eyes are so wet and weary. You just feel so much love, you don't know what to do.

Don’t worry. He knows exactly what you need.

His hands grip your legs more firmly, lifting them up so they rested on his shoulders as he completely loses himself in you, giving you no reprieve or break as his mouth gets to work, slurping, sucking, licking and swirling right where you need it to, bringing you to the edge and not just tipping you over- with how strong it felt you might as well have been launched off, your body arching and shaking as Elias still, rather obscenely, eats you out, helping you ride through the orgasm as he continues drinking you down and savoring you on his tongue.

It’s wet, his face is covered, sweat drool and your essence is dripping down his face as he pulls away to lick his lips, chuckling darkly as he rubs up and down your legs that were still shaking on his shoulders. “Did that feel good? You came so hard baby, looked so beautiful, so sexy. Just a few more and I think it’ll shake that stage fright, don't you? Then we can really show that doctor over there how your body should be worshiped”.

(Hey! engage in some way if you enjoyed! Tell me what you thought! Comments show I'm doing good, or what I can improve on :3 Thanks for reading! -Mommabean )

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sluts4matt · 1 month

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Can you do one where y/n is inlove with nate since she was 14 but she's the sturniolo tirplets little sister and her best friend is in love with nate now she's 19 and still in love with him, she is dating this bot but he's not so nice to her and nate gets mad at him and one night y/n gone to nate while he was in LA and tells him that her boyfriend broke up with her because she didn't want to lose her virginity to him, nate is there for her so she kisses him realizing she betrayed her friend and brothers but nate tells her he likes her back they go on a couple of dates and 8 mouths later y/n loses her virginity to her high school crush meanwhile they have sex y/n best friend comes over and her best friend and her brothers didn't know they were dating till they hear her moan/or nate and y/n feels like bad friend but none of them actually care

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pairing: nate doe x sls!erika sturniolo

summary: she had hidden her feelings away for years, but with growing up and toxic relationships it was all starting to resurface.

warnings: none

word count: 1631

authors note: a miniseries, whaaat. i am so fucking sorry this took me as long as it did @mssturniolo, next chapter in a few days most likely.

having feelings for your brothers' best friend had always been a no go. or at least that's what the movies always taught me, i found myself loving the trope from a young age, before i truly understood what liking a boy meant.

now i know, and am in fact involved with the same beloved trope of all of my favorite movies.

the feeling was planted when I was fourteen, my mom and brothers brought me to watch a friends hockey game. his blue eyes and blonde curls captivated me basically immediately. of course, i knew about the infamous nathan doe, he had been nick, matt, and chris' best friend since middle school.

i just hadn't had an actual conversation with him until he skated up to our area. nick, matt, and chris had all been freshmans' in high school while me and nate were still stuck in the eighth grade.

he had skated right up to us, the biggest smile i had ever seen, which i had thought was impossible because of the contagious one chris almost always wore. "hey guys'," he grinned, "hey erika," he said, the name falling from his mouth as if he had spoken it a thousand times before.

my cheeks flushed as i nodded and gave him a small wave. the butterflies felt instant and like they weren't gonna go away. the buzzer rang, signaling for everyone to get in their positions.

we watched as nate skated away on the ice, the silver blade of his ice skates carrying him away. "always such a sweet boy," i heard my mother marylou state from beside me.

after watching the game and watching nate score the winning goal, we all made our way out of the arena, nate quickly joining us. he swung an arm around chris' shoulder as he fell in stride beside me.

"you guys did good," i state, ignoring the heat i felt going to my cheeks. "yeah?" he asks, his boston accent thick, and i can tell he wants me to keep talking. "yeah, it was pretty impressive," i say. "im glad you thought so," he replies, and his smile is even wider now.

i feel my face heat up more as the words 'he's talking to me!' repeat in my head. "you guys staying the night?" he asks, turning to the three boys who all looked basically identical.

"can we?" the three of them ask, practically jumping up and down. "of course!" marylou answers, and the four of them start cheering.

my alarm blared, bangs coming from my door. "hurry up erika," i could hear nicks agitated voice, "you're gonna make us late," he continued with a groan.

i looked over at my phone, seeing that my alarm had been going off for ten minutes now. a gasp left my lips as i got up, frantically moving around my bedroom.

i pulled the first clothes from my drawers that my hands landed on, pulling my pajamas off and replacing them. i quickly put on deodorant and brushed my teeth before brushing through my hair. i applied a few layers of mascara to my eyelashes, watching the black envelop them and make them longer and bolder.

i heard nick groan once again, as i walked to my door. i opened it being met with his eyes staring down at me, "what's the point of an alarm if you don't wake up to it?"

"hurry up," chris sang from the bottom of the stairs, "we have to go get nate."

a smile was brought to my lips, before i quickly replaced it. nate and i had gotten closer in the past two years, most of our freshman classes were with each other so we grew accustomed to each other's company.

he always came to our house after practice or games, sometimes he would just show up unannounced to hang out, typically with the boys, sometimes me if they were busy.

he was an incredibly sweet person, he was always helping around the house and never expected anything in return. he was also extremely funny and had a great sense of humor and could make even the toughest situations funny.

"bye mom," the four of us stated, walking out the door. me and nick got in the back of the van while matt and chris sat in the front, matt being the driver.

nick started a conversation with the three of us, one that i mostly tuned out, only catching a few words here and there. the drive to nates house was short, like always.

matt parked by the curb and i watched chris pull out his phone to send nate a text. not even a minute later nate was walking out of his front door, a black baseball cap sat backwards on his head, his blonde hair peaking out slightly.

he wore a grey sweatshirt and black jeans, a bag slung over his shoulder. a wide grin appeared on his face as he saw the car, running and throwing himself into the back.

"morning," he smiled towards us all, scooting in beside me. "morning," we all mumbled, giving tired smiles. "why are you so happy," nick grumbled, leaning his head against the window.

"because we get to go to school, where they'll teach us, and fill our heads with knowledge," he said, grinning. "okay, now the truth," i giggle, poking his side.

his hand grabbed my finger, holding it. a smile stayed on his face, as his thumb grazed over the back of my finger, sending goosebumps up my arms. "i just have a good feeling about today," he answered. "okay psychic," chris joked, not taking notice to nate's hang wrapped around my index finger.

"well im glad you're so happy," matt added, smiling at nate. "are you guys excited for homecoming?" nate asked, looking at us. "no," me and matt respond at the same time, neither of us were one for big crowds and god knew that's what homecoming would be.

chris and nick on the other hand, had already bought tickets and were planning their outfits. chris was planning to take some girl named juliette while nick was trying to figure out how to ask his best friend to go as friends.

no one knew who nate was going with, at least not me. he didn't talk about it much in all honestly, today had been the second time i've heard anything from him about it in a month.

"who are you taking again?" chris asked, turning back to the three of us. "ava," nate smiled, causing my heart to drop. ava michaels was pretty, i had always envied her.

the way her skin looked flawless and clear all the time, her clothes, everything. her eyes were a deep blue color, and her hair was a dark brown color, almost black. her lips were plump and naturally pink, she was known as one of the prettiest girls in our school.

"lock it down bro, we'll be popular forever," nick joked. "it's not a date," nate chuckled, "just friends," he added, causing me to let out a breath i hadn't realized i was holding.

out of the corner of my eye, i could see nate look over at me, though i chose to ignore it. the rest of the drive was silent, except for the occasional joke or two.

when we finally arrived, matt parked the car in his original parking slot, putting it in park before he turned the key over, shutting the ignition off.

the four of us unbuckled and exited the vehicle, following the stream of kids entering the school.

the day seemed to move by in a flash, and i had found myself in the library, sitting next to nate, waiting for the bell to ring so the librarian could tell us what our english teacher had planned.

"did you do the homework?" i heard nate whisper. i looked over at him, his head was laying down on his crossed arms. "yes," i state, already pulling the paper from my bag so he can copy the answers.

i watched his eyes widen slightly, before a small smirk fell onto his lips. he sat up, scooting his chair closer to mine. his knee brushed against mine as he copied the answers, the touch sending a shiver down my spine.

he was close enough that i could smell his cologne, and i had to admit that i liked it. "thanks," he whispered, putting his paper away as the librarian began speaking.

"welcome, welcome, mrs. wilson called out sick very last minute, not giving us time to find a substitute," she explained.

"so instead you all will be working with a peer partner, groups of two, mrs. wilson says she doesn't mind who you work with as long as you're quiet and respectful," she finished, a smile appearing on her face.

"any questions?" she asked, but no one raised their hand. "perfect," she grinned, "get in groups of two," she said.

"hey partner," nate grinned, and the butterflies in my stomach erupted. "hey," i smiled, feeling a blush fall onto my cheeks. "so what do you wanna do?" he asked, his knee bumping into mine again, this time purposefully.

"shakespeare?" i suggest, and he nods, a smile on his lips. "what's your favorite play?" i ask, pulling out a sheet of notebook paper. "romeo and juliet," he smiles, making me smile as well.

"i knew you were basic," i joked, and his jaw dropped. "im not basic," he defended, a fake gasp escaping his lips.

i laughed, rolling my eyes as i wrote the title of the play on the paper. "we could compare and contrast the original play with the movie," he suggested, and i nodded, writing.

"good idea, let's start."

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Playing with Fire (part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

summary: Your wedding approaches along with the bedding ceremony and wedding night. Your husband has a delicious surprise prepared.

warnings: 18+ nsfw, explicit spicy scenes (p in v, all the bases being covered, oral, fingering), do not interact if you don't want spice

word count: 3.7k

note: thanks for being patient, I hope this gives you all the spicy feels!

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“I cannot believe this day has come,” your mother says, with tears in her eyes as she smoothes the gown you wear.

It is beautiful, a creamy ivory color made of silks that cling to every curve of your body, the skirts cascading towards the floor.

“Now, my darling,” your mother says, clasping her hands in yours, “there are responsibilities you need to attend to tonight.”

The bedding ceremony. When the lords and ladies who attend the feast tear at the bride and groom, ripping the silks from their bodies like paper from a package. Gooseflesh appears as you think about it.

“The marriage bed is nothing to be afraid of,” your mother assures you, eyes kind and warm.

You feel conflicted with the different stories you have heard from other ladies losing their maidenheads.

“Prince Aegon shall be kind to you,” your mother says, stroking your cheek.

Will he? Aegon is many things, but kind you are not sure is one of them. In fact, Aemond had told you as much.

The wedding ceremony itself is a blur, a whirlwind of silks and smiles as you are carted to the castle sept and presented before Aegon. You feel as though you are in a dream as he places the cloak of House Targaryen on your back.

Now you suppose you are a dragon as well.

Aegon smiles at you and kisses you sweetly as a prince should when your vows are spoken. His eyes are lustful, his smile predatory. Now he has you in his jaws, your neck stuck between his teeth. The feeling both terrifies and excites you.

“Congratulations, my lady,” Aemond says, giving you a soft smile later at the feast.

Your heart flutters hearing his voice. Aemond was rather stoic during the ceremony, keeping off to the side alongside his sister Helaena. You had tried speaking to him after your engagement was announced, but there never seemed to be time. Aemond was an evasive creature, hard to catch like one of Helaena’s butterflies.

“Aemond,” you breathe him in, “many thanks, my prince.”

You stand beside him in silence for a moment as the feast continues around you. Aemond places his hands behind his back as you take a sip from your cup.

“I must admit, I did not expect to be chosen,” you tell him, warm from the wine.

“You are an excellent choice,” Aemond insists, causing you to blush.

“You are too kind, my prince,” you tell him, “your flattery shall go to my head.”

“I should hope so,” Aemond says, causing you to look at him.

He notices your empty cup, before wrapping his fingers around it, expelling it from your grip. His fingers leave a tingling sensation behind on your own.

“You are a delightful woman, you should be understanding of that,” he continues, giving the cup to a servant who passes by.

You bashfully glance toward the floor. Aemond was a kind man, something you felt ashamed to admit you never thought of before meeting him. The tales of the cold prince fluttered throughout the ladies of court just as much as Aegon’s lecherous reputation.

“Are you nervous about your wedding night?” Aemond asks, and you feel yourself blush.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you ask and he chuckles.

“You needn’t be afraid, my lady,” Aemond assures you.

There is a look in his violet eye, as though he is sure of the words he speaks. Without a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he speaks the truth. You wet your lips, looking toward the head table. Aegon is seated, a goblet of wine dangling from his fingers. He has just finished speaking with his mother when his gaze falls on you and Aemond.

Aegon’s eyes are half-lidded, and a lazy smile appears on his face revealing his teeth. A dragon lapping its jaws. His eyes flicker from you to Aemond, before he raises his goblet, as though toasting you both. You can feel your face drain of color.

You do hope you have not upset him.

“I suppose I should attend to my husband,” you tell Aemond, who nods in agreement. His gaze flickers about your face, as though attempting to read your thoughts.

Aegon stands when you reach him, arm lacing around your waist.

“What says, my brother?” Aegon murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear causing you to shiver.

“He wished to share his congratulations,” you inform him, as his hand reaches to stroke your cheek, maneuvering himself so he can continue to kiss your neck.

Something you’ve begun to learn about Aegon is that it is never just one kiss, a trail of them follows.

“Mhmm,” Aegon seems pleased by your answer, continuing his adoration of your neck, down to your collarbone.

You feel the color returning to your face, and spot Aemond watching from across the room. So very strange, you think to yourself, to always be passed between the stares of the dragon princes.

Later that night, the door closes behind Aegon, clicking shut.

Aegon circles you; he is a predator finally cornering his prey. His eyes hungrily indulge in your form that shows through your sheer shift. Your gown had been removed long ago, as lords prepared you for the bedding.

A chaotic moment it was, to feel tens of hands on you, pulling and tearing at the fabrics of your gowns, pulling the ornaments from your hair. Aegon was stripped as well, Cassandra Baratheon had pushed herself to the front helping herself to tear at the laces of his breeches.

Your skin feels hot under Aegon’s gaze now as you stand so bare before him, as though his eyes produce dragonfire searing your flesh.

You wonder if you’ll ever stop feeling this burning for him.

Aegon walks over to you, only wearing a loose white shirt. He reaches for a cup that lies on the table, taking a quick sip, before holding it out to you.

You take it from him, mirroring his actions.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, voice rough with desire. He is clearly holding himself back from ravishing you on the stone floor.

You feel your cheeks grow warm. This is it, this is truly happening. You find yourself nodding, eyes cast toward the floor. You wish you were not so shy, so embarrassed under his gaze. You know his experience, and you wonder what he expects of you.

Aegon clicks his tongue, placing a finger underneath your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“There is no need to be,” he assures you, giving you a comforting grin.

You cannot help but smile back, there is something about Aegon that does that. He melts the fear from your body like freshly fallen snow. He cups your cheek with his hand, bringing your mouth to his.

The kiss is passionate, he slices your lips open with his tongue before plunging it into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth sends a sharp feeling of desire trickling down your navel to the place beneath your small clothes. Aegon’s hands are very busy, the one that guides your face trails down to hold your waist, pressing you against him while the other cups your bottom.

All the while he is walking you backward, toward the bed. He is very skilled; you cannot help but notice how easy it is for him to guide you, to touch and squeeze you in places that have you gasping against his mouth.

“Do not be afraid,” Aegon murmurs, “I prepared this evening with only your utmost pleasure in mind.”

As he says this, his fingers find their way underneath your shift, touching you through your small clothes. He lets out a moan at the wetness he finds there, before pushing his fingers past the barrier, stroking them through your silky folds.

You let out a dramatic whine, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the lewd sound. Aegon merely takes this as encouragement, teasing at your entrance with his finger.

“I have to get you ready,” he tells you, through his kisses, before pushing a finger into your constricting, wet heat.

He curls the digit within you, pressing his thumb against the sensitive bud that lies at the top of your folds, causing you to writhe against him at the newfound bliss.

“That’s it,” he says, drinking in your mewls and moans, before slipping a second finger inside of you.

“Aegon, oh,” you moan against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, slowly working you open. He sinks his teeth into your lower lip and something peaks inside of you, causing pleasure to roll across your skin, down your spine, all the way to your toes.

Your legs wobble, as Aegon leads you toward the bed, tearing your shift over your head, leaving you naked before him. His eyes trail down your figure, truly devouring you as though a man famished. A smile breaks out across his face.

“Lay back, my love,” he instructs, removing the remainder of his clothes as you obey him.

He climbs on top of you, kissing you again, lips trailing down your neck, over the swell of your breasts. He lavishes the peaks of your breasts with attention, tongue swirling around your nipples. You can feel his cock nudging at your entrance and take a breath.

“It’s alright,” he tells you, kissing the tip of your nose, “I’m right here with you, bite on me if you need.”

You nod as he begins to push into you, the stretch causing you to gasp. It is much more than his fingers, and you find yourself taking him up on his offer, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

Aegon whines at this, hips slapping against you. The pain ebbs at that moment, a wave of pleasure rolling through you.

You make love like that for quite some time, Aegon finding his release, emptying his seed deep within your womb. But he is not a man easily satisfied. Nearly moments after his release, his cock hardens, and he turns you around on your hands and knees to take you as though he is more beast than man.

You do not mind, the new position sends moans pouring from your mouth as he plows you into the feathered pillows.

There is a sharp knock on the door, causing your head to snap up. You turn slightly to look behind you at Aegon, panic flashing across your face. His smile is wide as he continues to drill into you so hard your arms shake trying to hold yourself up.

“Enter!” Aegon calls.

“Aegon!” you desperately call, earning a sharp slap on your backside.

What the seven hells is he doing?

The door is heard opening, and footsteps in the antechamber. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you can’t stop whimpering as Aegon’s cock splits you in two.

“Come in, come in,” Aegon says, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts harder, faster.

Your eyes are wide as you hold up your lolling head, prepared to meet the eyes of some knight who shall surely be utterly horrified at the sight of Prince Aegon ruining his new bride in this animalistic position.

You instead see Aemond Targaryen.

Shame courses through you, and you feel as though your entire body has ignited in flames. You meet his eye but quickly look away, letting your elbows fall into the feather mattress. Aegon’s strokes slow, but do not stop.

“Brother,” he says, rather formally, “was there something you needed?”

Aemond is staring at you, watching as you try to hide your face, your body from him.

“My lady,” Aemond addresses you directly. Always a polite man. Seven hells.

You do not answer, fingers clutching the sheets of the bed. Perhaps Aegon can fuck you so hard into the mattress you shall disappear altogether. Aegon has different plans. He tangles a hand in your hair, lifting your head, and forcing you to look at Aemond.

“My brother addressed you, dearest,” Aegon says, “do not be rude.”

A whimper leaves your lips.

“My prince,” you someone managed to say, as Aegon has begun to increase the rhythm of his strokes.

Aemond nods, slowly walking closer to the bed. You do not know where to look, you wish he would not approach you. Surely whatever he needed could be attained at a different time.

“Tell me, my lady,” Aegon asks, “do you think me unobservant?”

His fingers dig into your waist, as he snaps forward. Your head is spinning from the pleasure, the embarrassment, the excitement, and the confusion. Surely you are dreaming.

“What?” you ask, voice a strangled moan.

“I see the way you look at him,” Aegon says, a matter of factly, “much like how you look at me.”

Aemond is right in front of you now, watching as Aegon plunges himself into you. Your breath comes in pants, sure that Aegon is displeased, that he means to punish you in some way.

“Do you like how my brother fucks you?” Aemond asks, bringing a hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

The question stuns you. Tears spring from the corner of your eyes.

“Yes!” you cry out and Aemond hums at your response.

“I told you Aegon was not usually kind,” Aemond said, letting his thumb stroke over your bottom lip; a shiver rolls through you.

“She likes it, brother,” Aegon says, snapping his hips against you.

“I do,” you moan in agreement, as Aegon’s cock massages a spot within you that makes your vision blur and your thighs tremble.

“That’s it,” Aegon says, bringing his hand towards the apex of your thighs, using your slick arousal to fondle the precious pearl that lies hidden there.

You release a moan, a tangled mess of both their names.

“Hear that brother?” Aemond teases, “even with you inside of her she calls for me.”

Aegon yanks you up by your hair, a deliciously painful sensation on your scalp as he drags you flush against him. He remains nestled inside of you, as his lips find your ear.

“Do you like him better?” Aegon taunts, placing a wet kiss on your neck. You can feel his smile; he is teasing you, taunting you.

“No..” you moan, “I want…I-”

How can you possibly tell them what you want? What you desire?

“What dear wife?” Aegon says, lazily thrusting up into you, “tell me what you desire and I shall make it so.”

You whimper against him, as he holds your hips guiding them up and down on his thick shaft.

“I want you both,” you murmur, an embarrassed whisper.

The brothers are silent for a moment, the sound of soft, wet slapping the only noise in the room despite the small whimpers that leave your mouth.

“You heard her,” Aegon says, causing your eyes to snap open.

“Say it again,” Aemond demands, still standing at the foot of the bed, watching you intently.

“I want you both,” you repeat, more confidently this time.

“Greedy, greedy wife,” Aegon purrs, as his hand curls around your breast.

He lifts you from his cock, twisting you onto your back before re-entering you, placing one of your legs on his shoulder so he can thrust into you deeper. Your head hangs from the side of the bed, as he pounds into you.

“What am I to do with such a greedy, lustful wife?” he taunts, placing a kiss on your breast, and stretching your hamstring until the burn is almost unbearable.

You wonder if this is what it shall be like to be married to a Targaryen, always a constant state of burning.

“Brother?” he calls, never relenting his strokes, “help me with my wife, will you?”

Aemond moves to the side of the bed, and within an instance, his breeches fall revealing his cock. It is not as thick as Aegon’s though it still has a girth that makes your eyes widen.

“Get him ready,” Aegon tells you when you do nothing but gawk at Aemond’s cock that stands erect in front of you.

“How?” you ask, unsure of the next steps.

“With your mouth,” Aegon directs, “get him nice and ready and I’ll let him fuck you kindly.”

A thrill runs through you at the thought and Aemond steps forward. You unhook your jaw and let him slide his hot length through your parted lips.

Aemond’s pace is different than Aegon’s, as though he is holding back from fucking your throat relentlessly. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Aegon moans at that.

“Do that again,” he says, lifting your leg off his shoulder to hold it in the air.

Aemond rolls his hips forward gently, causing you to gag again. Aegon groans at the noise.

“Fuck that’s a pretty sound,” Aegon moans, rolling his hips in such a way that makes your toes curl with pleasure.

“Seven hells,” Aemond hisses when you hollow your cheeks, and experiment with moving your tongue.

Aemond brings his hands to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your pebbled nipples.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Aegon says, “I knew the moment I saw her I had to have her.”

“As did I,” Aemond says, causing you to whimper around his cock.

You feel so unbelievably full from both ends, unaware that it was possible to feel this amount of pleasure. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, as you feel Aegon’s thumb begin to circle the sensitive pearl at the apex of your thighs.

You feel your thighs begin to tremble, as Aegon continues his attention. Your moans and gags grow louder around Aemond’s cock, the room filling with wet sounds. The pleasure builds and you find your release, cunt clenching around Aegon’s cock. He makes a breathless noise as he feels you tighten around him.

“Seven hells,” Aegon moans, before unsheathing himself from you, “what a good girl you are.”

You cannot answer, due to Aemond’s cock in your mouth and your hazy brain coming down from your orgasm. Aegon chuckles.

“Go on then,” he says to Aemond, “be sweet to her.”

Aegon climbs off the bed, positioning himself in a chair, and fisting his still-hard cock. Aemond removes his cock from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting you to the tip. Aegon bites his lip at the sight.

Aemond maneuvers you on the bed, gently cradling your head until it rests on a pillow. His touch is different from Aegon’s, not as rough, not as hasty. You look at your husband, his eyes are dark with lust.

“What about you?” you ask, voice shaky. He grins at your words, head tilting backward.

“I know,” he purrs, “I’m being awfully generous, and on my wedding night as well.”

He pumps his cock again using the slick from your cunt, his flushed tip weeping precum.

“You are my wife,” Aegon says, as though reminding you.

You turn your head toward Aemond, who now hovers above you.

“May I kiss you?” he asks, eye flickering to your lips.

What an odd question to ask when his cock has already been in your mouth.

“Yes,” you breathe, and Aemond leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You can feel his thighs brush against yours, his heavy cock nudging your legs apart. He reaches a hand down, barely having to try with how wet you are, sliding inside your tight warm heat with ease.

You moan against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. Aemond is different, he feels different inside of you. He slowly rolls his hips against you, a gentle, even pace that has you clutching the hair at the nape of his neck.

Aemond moves his mouth to your neck, kissing the hot flesh. Your head turns to the side, watching Aegon tug himself at the sight of Aemond fucking you. His mouth hangs open, lips curling into a smirk. Aemond’s head is buried in the other side of your neck, his pants music to your ears.

You drop a hand from Aemond’s shoulders, reaching toward Aegon. He rises from the chair almost instantly and you wrap your hand around his neck. He covers your mouth in a hot kiss, laying beside you. Aemond lifts himself up, before unsheathing himself from you, laying on the other side.

You turn to face Aegon, as Aemond lifts your leg, to continue to fuck you as you lay on your side. Your mouth falls open at a new angle, the tightness allows your cunt to swallow Aemond’s cock.

Aegon kisses you, his hand reaching between your legs. A desperate moan is swallowed by your husband, and you reach your hand to stroke him as well.

“That's it,” he says against your mouth. Aemond bites into your shoulder.

“Gods,” you breathe a pathetic whine that causes both men to chuckle.

“Close,” Aegon murmurs, “this is how a queen should be treated. Do you agree?”

You nod desperately.

“You are a dream,” Aegon purrs, “a delectable dream.”

You cry out as your second orgasm washes over you, you feel Aemond find his release as well, spilling his hot seed inside of you.

Aegon continues rubbing you until you’re pushing against him, pleading with him to release you. He does not, only rolls you off Aemond’s softening cock and onto his, having you straddle him. Aegon pulls you down, not allowing you to ride him (that shall be for another occasion). Instead, he holds you flat against his chest, beginning to jackhammer up into you, chasing his release.

You become a babbling mess, clenched so tightly when Aegon finds his release, your cunt milking him for all he is worth. You droop off of Aegon, falling in the space between the brothers, shaking from the pleasure you received, their mingled releases spilling from your entrance.

You feel Aemond place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, as Aegon moves a strand of hair from your brow.

“I am afraid some of my reputation, holds water,” Aegon admits, fingers trailing down your chest.

You hum, unable to form words.

“But I am not a selfish lover,” Aegon continues, “you are my wife, and I shan’t deny what brings you pleasure.”

You can feel Aemond growing hard again, as his cock presses against your backside. Aegon’s hand cups your breast, squeezing it softly.

“Is that alright?” Aegon asks, though his amused expression seems to already know the answer.

You flutter your lashes at him, leaning into Aemond, before answering with a tired smile and a nod.

It was to be a long night, shared between the dragon princes.

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Bad kind of butterflies

{Fandom: Grishaverse}

{Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem! reader}

Summary: Y/N and Kaz get tangled in a web of unspoken truths and it falls upon them to tangle themselves before they fall and stumble.

A/N: I have nothing to say for myself. I wrote this whole fic just because of this freaking gif. This is purely self indulgent but enjoy I guess.

“I got bad, bad kind of butterflies in my chest

There's something I gotta confess

Yes, somebody's stuck in my head”

Y/N had been a new but welcome addition to the crows, or so Kaz had believed until she had unknowingly become a thorn in his side. His chest constricted every time he saw her, and it became difficult to breathe whenever she was around.

She was oblivious to the fact, of course. The only one who had any idea of these stirrings of his was Nina, who always side eyed him whenever Y/N entered any room he was in.

Despite his best efforts, his eyes always seemed to seek out hers and his heart jolted whenever he looked at her wide eyes.

He truly could not stop his eyes from travelling to that plush bottom lip that was more often than not trapped between pearly white teeth. Just like it was now.

Kaz pushed the thought, along with several others just like it, into that dark corner of his mind and barred the gate. He needed to focus.

"Kaz?" Y/N questioned, looking at him nervously, her wrists clutching each other behind her back, twisting together.

How had she pulled him so deep in? Even after being in Barrel for months now, she had no jagged edges. She was supposed to be everything he hated. Soft, fragile, vulnerable.

And oh so, beautiful.

Damnit.

Kaz looked up from the paperwork he was supposedly working on and looked up to meet her gaze, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"The others wanted to know if you would be joining us for drinks"

"And you volunteered to come get me, Y/N?"

"Didn't really have a choice" Y/N mumbled, without looking at him.

"Oh, so you don't want me to join you?" Kaz raised an eyebrow, watching in silent amusement as she shuffled her feet, mouth already opening in protest. He nodded, "Duly noted."

"That's not what I meant!" Y/N protested, her eyes widening a little at her own volume. She cleared her throat, her voice soft as she looked down at her feet, "You know that's not what I mean"

"Do I?"

Y/N sighed, not meeting his eyes. Irritation pricked at her like it always did when Kaz tormented her. She was sure he got some amusement by testing her resolve.

She would never admit how much she liked it.

Kaz stood up, closing the distance between them until he stood in front of her, hands clutching his crow-headed cane.

He leaned down his head, causing Y/N's eyes to meet his, "Use your words, little bird"

"I-" Y/N opened her mouth and closed it again. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath before meeting Kaz’s eyes, "Are you coming, then?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes"

Kaz took a step back and gave her a long look, and Y/N’s skin thrummed with the feeling of being the centre of his attention. Unaware of her thoughts, Kaz nodded, "I'll get my coat then"

"What happened?" Kaz walked into the living room of the Slat, his eyes landing on Jesper who was supporting an exhausted Wylan. It wa supposed to be a simple job and yet somehow, something had gone wrong.

His eyes searched for Y/N but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Y/N got hurt,” Those three words were enough to make Kaz’s heart collapse in on itself. Jesper continued, not noticing Kaz’s dilemma, “Nina is tending to her"

Kaz nodded and with his heart pounding in his ears, made his way towards Y/N's room. He stood in the doorway, watching Nina heal Y/N.

Nina cast him a meaningful glance, that he promptly ignored, and continued tending to Y/N’s shoulder which had the faint markings of a stab wound.

Breath seemed to return to Kaz’s lungs as Nina finished healing the wound, the skin knitted together as if there had never been a wound there. Y/N had her lips pressed together, unshed tears lining her long lashes.

Nina pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple and bid them farewell, but not before she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Kaz, nodding in Y/N’s direction.

With the patience that came with dealing with Jesper and Nina’s antics for far too long, Kaz ignored her as she left and looked towards Y/N who had finally let her tears fall.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No" Y/N mumbled, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand even as a new wave of tears streamed down her cheeks.

Kaz took a few steps forward and sat down at the side of her bed. His cane was firmly clutched in his left hand as he took out a handkerchief from his coat and handed it out to Y/N.

Y/N sniffled, wiping away the remaining tears, and then proceeding to hide her face with the handkerchief, "this is embarrassing"

"No need to worry, little bird, you embarrass yourself on the daily. I am used to it" Kaz's lips tugged into a faint smirk when Y/N whined in embarrassment.

"That's even worse"

Kaz stood up, and nudged Y/N's thigh with his cane, catching her eyes, "Get some rest"

Y/N nodded and watched him leave with a heavy heart. It was always so confusing, this game of tug of war between them. Y/N was afraid to tug too hard while Kaz kept tugging her close, making her lose her footing.

He knew she was bound to fall. She didn't dare to hope he would catch her.

"What the fuck was that?"

Y/N closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The sound of Kaz's harsh voice grated in her ears, making her heart pound in anxiety. Her instincts screamed at her to leave his office.

The heist had gone wrong. So very wrong. And Y/N had nearly gotten herself shot. Once the adrenaline had worn off, Y/N had grown numb with the realization of what had almost happened.

"I-" Y/N started, choking down her nerves, hands fiddling with the rings on her finger as she looked up at him.

Kaz's eyes blazed with hot fury as he took a step towards her, caging her between himself and his desk, "Do you have no regard for your own safety?"

"I am fine, Kaz"

"You could have died" Kaz gritted out, his grip near painful on his cane. He could have lost her. If he had been a moment too late, she would be gone.

The waters rose and Kaz gripped the beak of the crow-headed cane to ground himself. She was here. Y/N was here. And she was alive.

Never again would he let her put herself in danger.

"But I didn't! And I knew what I was doing" Y/N's excuses fell on deaf ears. Kaz clenched his jaw in anger and took another step forward.

"Did you? Or are you so self-absorbed that you think you know best? Do you even care what would have happened to the rest of the crows if you didn't make it?" Each word that left Kaz’s lips was dipped in poison, seeping into her skin with deadly accuracy.

"You're being cruel, Kaz" Y/N whispered, bottom lip caught in between her teeth as she bit into it. It was a bad habit. But the pain have her something to focus on. Something other than the intensity of Kaz’s furious gaze.

"And you're being a brat, Y/N" Kaz whispered, head tilting down to stare into her eyes. For once, he didn’t break eye contact. He couldn’t, not when the fear of losing her was so fresh in his mind.

Y/N looked down, Kaz’s disappointment weighing down on her. It made her nauseous, “I am sorry"

"No, I don't think you are" Kaz whispered, his voice cold and cutting as he rested tapped the side of her calf with his cane, his restraint slowly slipping, "I think you're just a brat who needs to be taught a lesson”

"Kaz" Y/N inhaled sharply, her heart beating so loudly that she wouldn’t be surprised if Kaz heard it.

"You should leave, Y/N" Kaz said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He gathered the last fraying threads of his self-restraint. It was up to her now. She could leave and they could go back to the line they hadn’t crossed yet.

Kaz knew greed. He knew it as he gazed at Y/N, so intensely, as if he might steal the very image of her beauty if he tried hard enough.

But Desire was a different game. Kaz toed the line of desire with Y/N on the daily, only in the confines of his own mind. But he never dared to cross it. He never dared to let that dream of desire fester into reality. Until now.

Y/N nodded but she made no move to leave, eyes roaming Kaz's face. She was committing him to her memory, all the sharp edges of his face and the soft cushions of his lips.

Though she might never get to touch this jagged edged masterpiece, at this moment it was hers to admire. For this moment, he was hers.

Kaz reached behind her and Y/N held her breath as he untied the white ribbon holding her hair together. Y/N watched in fascination as Kaz wrapped the ribbon around his two fingers, the white silk of her ribbon was a stark contrast against the black leather of his gloves.

With the thick ribbon wrapped around his pointer and middle finger, Kaz tapped Y/N’s bottom lip, making her gasp and stop her abuse on her lip and release it from between her teeth.

The touch was gone as soon as it came and all Y/N could do was stare at him, wide-eyed. Kaz made no move to step away, "You are not going to make reckless decisions again, understand?"

“Yes,” Y/N nodded dumbly, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. She felt lightheaded and delusional. She reached back and placed a hand on Kaz’s desk so as to not stumble and fall into him.

That would be very, very bad. And it would break whatever fragile thing had blossomed between them. Though this time, she had a feeling he might just catch her, if only with his cane and silk ribbons on his fingers.

"You are not allowed to leave me, little bird" Kaz stroked the ends of her unbound hair that had fallen around her shoulders. His rough voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"I won't" Y/N mumbled, eyes shining bright with words she couldn’t say yet, "Promise"

Kaz’s lips turned up into a faint outline of a smirk, “Good girl”

#kaz brekker x reader #six of crows x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker imagine

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virescent-v · 4 months

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French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible.

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?”

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll.

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.”

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.”

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?”

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent.

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?”

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds.

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings.

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot. She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship.

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?”

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.

“Ask me in English,” you whispered.

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?”

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.”

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.”

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her.

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?”

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.”

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.”

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.”

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Translations:

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily speaking languages does something to me #paget speaking languages does something to me #WOMEN speaking languages i do not know does many somethings to me #also the french and a specific part of this was for a certain someone hehehehe #writing fluff? who am i???#this is also like the fifth fic in like a couple of days go me!

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sturniolowhore · 5 months

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☁️ THE DEAL

summary ⎯ you and chris make a deal to see who can last the longest without touching but neither of you are going to make this easy for one another and that's more than displayed through your public endeavours until eventually, you allow yourselves to get lost in one another.

warnings ⎯ smut, chris x fem!reader cursing, public touching, slight degrading, praise, blowjobs, multiple orgasms etc

A/N ⎯ i'm such a chris girl it's actually insane. just want to clear up that everything here is consented even the part where chris touches her after they sleep !!

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

you fail to notice the small smirk chris gives to no one in particular as your group enters the restaurant, your attention is focused on the screen in front of you and your thumb swipes mindlessly as you scroll through tiktok, the audios playing somewhat loudly but not loud enough for you to find it in yourself to care as you slump onto one of the seats, chris of course taking the seat beside you.

chris' hand rests atop your thigh, just underneath you skirt and you know he's doing it to tease you due to the deal you had made earlier that day. whoever gave into being touched would lose and you were both extremely competitive so, despite the butterflies that erupt through you at his touch, you keep your focus on your phone before placing it down to allow your eyes to roam across the menu.

chris slowly moves his hand but it's just teasingly so and with an annoyingly gorgeous smirk playing at his lips. he moves closer and closer to your inner thighs before he finally stops just before he reaches his target, fingers swiping over the sensitive skin before he removes his hand entirely and converses with his friends and brothers as though nothing happened.

you know exactly what chris is trying to do with his actions as he pretends to take deep interest in the current conversation at hand about the movie that is being displayed on the small tv screen in the corner of the building. he moves his hand back to your thigh and pinches the skin and waits a few moments until he hears you gasp ever so slightly, disguising it with a cough. he turns to face the you, watching as you bite your plump lip with your teeth, attempting to seal your sighs that are threatening to escape as chris moves his fingers around your body continuously but not in the places you desire most.

"careful baby," he mumbles so that only you can hear it and you hate how much you love the way he can do absolutely anything to you and have you on edge instantly.

he doesn't yet notice that you aren't wearing any underwear as he laughs at whatever nate is saying and removes his hand yet again. you decide both of you can play at the same game and wait until chris is in the middle of speaking to slide your hand into his sweatpants and palm him through his boxers.

"i thought that- i thought that was ages ago," chris manages to get out and then he's turning to face you with an away look on his face as you continue gently gripping him and moving your hands at a painfully slow rate but in all the right places.

"what's wrong?" you breathe out, a little laugh escaping your lips as you do so because chris squirms a little in his seat.

chris is trying to stop his moans, he really is, but it's getting harder and harder the more you play with him. he bites down on his lip as his eyes remain on his brother who is rambling on about something or the other while everyone else listens out of pure amusement.

"watch yourself," he warns you and you simply beam at him, a glint of lust filling your eyes that nearly has chris taking you right then and there.

"you can touch me too, you know? my body is all yours," you tell him and then grab his hand with your free hand and move it under your skirt.

it's then that chris takes note of the fact that you aren't wearing any underwear, you're bare and ready as his hands linger on your centre. you use your hand to move his hand and you whimper softly at the feeling, the sound falling short to everyone's ears but his. he can hear the dangerous sound and he wants to hear it again and again and again.

as he moves against you, you stroke him faster and he has to restrain every last thing inside of him and remind himself you're in public. he can't just do anything he wants even though he ever so desperately wants to. he makes a mental note to deal with you when he can, attempting to hide the whines threatening to spill out.

now you're both more than aware you're going against everything you were trying to steer away from in the first place with the deal but neither of you can really find it within yourselves to care. it's like every principle falls out the window and any touch makes it seem as though you are the only people present. it's both frustrating and adoring all at once and you both know that.

and so that's what you do for the rest of dinner, leave your hands to linger against one another and muffle your moans as the other works absolute magical wonder in such a manner that you both feel as though you are floating. you refrain from doing anything too extreme but the idea of absolutely ruining one another is plastered in your minds and it is so firm and stern that it doesn't leave as hours on end pass. even when you return home and collapse from exhaustion, it's still playing at the back of your minds but the deal... right?

you both fall asleep with erotic fantasies cascading through your minds, rippling through your thoughts and dancing across your memories. it takes about under ten minutes for chris to hear the first moan. at first he thinks he's dreaming, that the beautiful sound he is hearing is one he has remembered and it is now working its way into his head but then, he hears another. he lifts his head and that's when he sees it.

he watches as your body stirs in your sleep and you moan and groan as you squirm against the couch. your whines are quite literal music to his ears and for a moment, he just listens, not doing anything and just merely taking in the way your perfect curves fill his eyeline. he softly begins to trace the outline over your clothes but when you let out a particular whimper, he pulls your skirt up so that your naked core is on display for him. it's glistening, most likely because of the dream you are having and he can't help but run his finger across the slick folds, almost releasing a groan of his own at the sight and the feeling against his fingertips.

he pushes a finger inside of you and the tightness around his digit almost has him losing his mind as you continue to moan before you begin to open your eyes gently, the brown pools of honey swimming perfectly as your eyes connect with chris'. your boyfriend offers you an adoring smile and you return it with ease and then he pushes another finger in and you throw your head back against the cushion, a heavy gasp falling from your beautifully shaped lips.

it's sudden but this has happened many times before and you are not complaining in the slightest, especially when he presses his lips against yours. you kiss him back hungrily as he moves closer to fist your hair in his hand. you whimper at the roughness mixed with the feeling of his fingers pushing inside of you. you feel like you are in heaven because though it has only been a few hours, to you it feels like you have been waiting for this for an eternity and now you are finally receiving every last desire you have been craving.

chris pushes in another finger firmly, causing you to jerk backwards. he chuckles lowly as he raises your body and keeps your head in place, his hungry mouth now moving to your neck and sucking on the delicate skin and leaving a painting of red and purple on the inviting canvas.

"chris, fuck too fast," you manage to get out whilst your hand is clutching onto his hair as he continues swirling his tongue across your collarbone.

"you love it please shut up," chris hums out a response, watching as your body grinds onto his fingers even as you question the pace he is going at.

"chris-" you start yet again but cut yourself off with a loud moan as his finger hits a certain spot which in turn results in chris biting down on your skin in warning.

"keep quiet," he speaks against your neck, his hot breath fanning you quite perfectly and only making you feel even more turned on.

"fuck, it's too much," you groan as chris increases his pace without so much as a second of hesitation and no care as to whether or not your body can move at such a rate.

"fucking take it," chris tugs on your hair with his other hand, your body falling onto him and almost chasing the way his fingers dance around inside of you.

chris adores the way you eagerly allow him to consume you even when refusal is falling from your lips. you seem to be in another world completely as you graze your teeth against his neck, pressing firm kisses into one of your favourite places in the universe which makes chris moan softly.

"we should go upstairs," chris suggests but he doesn't wait for you to respond as he lets his fingers slip out of you and licks them clean as though he has just eaten the meal of a lifetime.

you whine slightly at the loss of contact, your eyes turning to look into chris'. he smiles at your neediness before he captures your lips with his and you smile into the kiss, all your prior complaining fading quicker than ever because the feeling of his lips against yours is quite frankly greater than anything you have ever experienced before.

the boy leads you upstairs and the two of you settle in chris' room, which has basically become both chris and your room over the months. you lay on the bed quickly and chris moves to follow you but settles a little more lower in level.

chris raises your skirt and wastes no time in allowing his mouth to fall to your aching clit, swirling his tongue over it and sucking repeatedly, leaving you a moaning mess. the vibrations from your moans travel through the air and chris doesn't think he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. he groans loudly due to your noises and begins raising his hand to cling beneath your t-shirt and circle your hips delicately.

"oh fuck," you moan loudly, the sound drowning into another moan that doesn't even allow you to finish the first.

"gonna need you to shut up baby, we don't want anyone hearing," chris talks against your skin and you just can't help the whimpers easily falling out of you which only makes chris suck harder.

"such a whore for me," chris speaks against you as he notices you moving your body to create even further friction and you must love his words because they make you sigh happily and you can only seem to move faster than before, almost leaning up into chris' mouth.

"been waiting all day for this, hm?" chris asks you and you don't want to reply so you just shake your head, trying to avoid his words completely.

"don't get shy now," he adds on and from the way his hands are so gently caressing the upper half of your body, you think you're going to explode.

"come on answer the question or i'll have to put this cock in your mouth until you can't breathe yeah?" chris pushes for an answer, his eyes turning this beautiful shade of the night sky but still holding the sun in them in such an enchanting manner.

"been waiting so fucking long please, i want you so badly," you at last tell him and all of a sudden, chris removes his mouth and you are pulled so that you are straddling chris, your juices falling onto his sweatpants.

"wanna ride me baby?" chris whispers against your collarbone and you nod her head furiously, making chris laugh at how eager you are for him when you were the one who had suggested your little game in the first place.

he moves your hands so they're resting on his sweatpants and gives you a look that you understand without so much as a second thought required. you manage to remove his clothing and rest yourself on top of him before he picks your body up and slams you down onto his dick without any preparation.

"chris," you whine loudly, the feeling stinging you slightly but that only turns chris on more which makes him repeat his actions.

he watches in admiration and he can feel your ass cheeks shake whilst you're slammed down and the urge to slap you is one that cannot be ignored. he moves his hands closer, rubbing your right cheek tenderly before delivering a harsh slap to it, making you fall into him with a whine.

chris removes your top in a swift motion, eyes now set on the way your tits are bouncing up and down as you ride him eagerly. he takes one into his mouth and you breathe heavily due to the two wondrous feelings mixed together.

"why are you not wearing a bra? want everyone to see, hm?" chris' voice is rough and filled with this urge of jealousy and it makes you want him that much more. you love how possessive he gets at even the thought of anyone else.

"just you, fuck," you shake your head at him and chris smirks at your denial.

"want me to see you?" he questions and you nod your head sheepishly as a reply.

"tell me you want me to see you baby," he encourages and your head rests in the crook of his neck as you continue to grind against him and relish in the rough slamming he is making you indulge in.

"want you to see me," you gasp as you ride faster, with chris holding you in place and guiding you a little.

"i'm looking baby," he reassures you and you grin at him before letting out a particularly loud moan as he slaps your ass again, once, twice and then once more.

your riding is getting sloppy as you are getting more and more stimulated. chris picks up on it and begins moving you himself, your ass moving to a perfect rhythm. the two of you move against one another and let strings of aroused moans and curses release themselves from your mouths.

"cum for me," chris says and you do exactly that, your orgasm going everywhere and making a mess due to how pleased you fel.

chris can't help but cum alongside you after thrusting into you multiple times, both your grunting blurring together in a tune so enticing. your breathing is heavy for a few moments, the two of you gaining your composure with smiles planted across your faces.

after some time to breathe, chris pulls you off and you whine desperately as you are set on your knees in front of him as he starts smirking widely at you. he tests the waters by slapping his dick on your lips a few times before pushing the full thing into your mouth. you gasp as you feel it hit the back of your throat, not even giving you time to adjust. your pretty gasps fill the air in the most beautiful way and chris grunts as you take him whole.

he pushes you down more onto his dick and you moan loudly at the forced contact which just makes him do it again so he can hear the pretty noise. tears are practically streaming down your face as you take all of him, your hands palming the parts you can't reach and driving him absolutely crazy.

"fuck you take me so well," he praises and you whimper against him, moving faster and hollowing your cheeks to make him feel even better because he deserves to feel so good.

he cums into your mouth after a while longer and watches in utter mesmerisation as you slowly swallow it all without even having to be told to do as such.

"fuck you're so hot," chris groans as he circles you on the ground as though he's the predator and you're the prey, pulling your hair so that you look up at him with the spit drooled all over you chin and specks of cum coating your bruised lips.

you think it's all over for a moment but chris appears to have a different idea as the gaming chair in his room welcomes the boy perfectly and he sits in it with his legs spread wide, instructing you to sit atop him and so, you do exactly as he practically commands. you settle onto him with a whine as you still feel sensitive yet without any warning, he takes your boob into his mouth. you moan involuntarily at the feeling of his tongue lapping circles over you and his teeth grazing your perked nipple.

he moves across your body and nibbles on your neck, biting down rather aggressively which makes you almost scream at the feeling. he loves the way you sound and even though you're screaming, he knows you adore everything about the intrusion. chris enters two fingers inside you and you gasp, squirming in his lap as he stretches you out even further, scissor-like movements continuing as you helplessly move around.

"please i'm sensitive," you tell him but the noises spilling out of you are enough to tell chris that you want him to keep going and well he doesn't care about sensitivity anyway.

"keep still baby," he encourages and you try to oblige but it's becoming significantly difficult to do so when he is swallowing your body all over and his fingers are working their way inside of you beautifully, your own cum acting as the best lubricant.

he begins increasing his pace in both areas and you're moaning uncontrollably, the stimulation driving you absolutely insane as you try your best to stay quiet whilst biting down on your lip.

chris' fingers are rapidly moving up and down inside you and the slick noise echoes around the room, blurring with your incoherent mumbles as an attempt to voice something.

"use your words properly, i know i haven't fucked you that dumb," chris puts your hair behind your ear with his free hand and you smile at the gesture before your face twists as chris replaces his fingers with his dick abruptly and abuses your hole and hits your g-spot whilst simultaneously sucking on your skin.

"i need- need to cum so badly," you are able to somewhat get out and chris connects eyes with you, grinning at the sound of you entirely at his mercy and your tone which shows him he's entirely ruining you.

"yeah? should i let you cum baby?" he asks as the words mix with your skin, only making you more prone to letting go all whilst he tugs on your hair roughly.

"please, please, please," you beg without shame, wanting to cum more than anything and needing to feel chris' cum inside of you again at the same time.

chris nods his head and peppers kisses across your face gently, a clear contrast with the way he's pounding into you, "go on then, cum everywhere."

you do just as he says, cumming everywhere and riding out your high with chris still inside of you. he groans at the sensation and continues to thrust into you.

chris then takes his fingers and gathers your cum on them, raising them so they're resting on your lips, "taste how dirty you are baby."

you suck on his fingers, dirtily tasting yourself and all you can think about is how fucking good you feel, albeit a mess but still so fucking satisfied. he moves inside of you and god you're so fucking sensitive but you know he needs to cum too so you endure it, palming him a little to help him reach his climax and when he does, it pours into you and the feeling alone would be enough to make you cum all over again.

"fuck you're so fucking good for me," he mumbles as he stays inside of you, leaning back into the chair and making you fall onto his chest.

"no one won the deal," you tell him as you cuddle into his torso and he moves his hands through your hair delicately, a comforting feeling like always to follow the sex.

you can't see his face but you're more than sure he's smiling as he retorts, "well i feel like i won when i fucked your brains out."

you slap his chest once the words leave his mouth and he laughs at your actions which in turn makes you let out a soft giggle. in a way, being with chris does feel like winning even though it isn't what she had anticipated to win, it's a win nonetheless and she's thankful as she clings onto him tightly.

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #yn #fem reader #smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolowhore

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changbinsboiledegg · 6 months

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idol!enhypen reaction to their s/o wanting to give them hickeys

Thank you for your request! Currently only doing Hyung line for smutty/suggestive requests but if you want Sunoo or Jungwon, let me know.

GN! Reader X idol! Enhypen Hyung line

MDNI!!!!

Warnings: Suggestive, hickeys, making out, petnames, one (1) swear word.

Note: some of these are inspired by the fact they have a comeback soon LMAO. Also the way they respond to these are headcanons on how I think they’d react, but then again so are all of the reactions I write. Anyways, as always, if no one told you today, ily 🫶

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Heeseung

“Hey, babe, no.” Heeseung gently pushed you back as he felt your lips on his neck, seconds from sucking the skin between your teeth.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” You asked, desperate to get back to the hickey you were about to place on the side of his neck.

“You can’t leave any marks— the comeback is soon. The makeup artists will kill me and then our manager— you know if I didn’t have a comeback to prepare for, I’d want your marks on me.” He explained while trying to simultaneously reassure you.

“But…” you stopped yourself, sighing. Heeseung saw the look on your face and immediately caved.

“Maybe not on my neck… but…” a smirk took over his lips and he pulled off his shirt. “Anywhere else, go for it.”

Jay

He shot down your question, asking if you could give him a hickey the last time you two made out.

However that seemed to change after the first music show stage of their comeback when he immediately came to your place, sweating and full of adrenaline.

He didn’t give you time to say or do anything, kissing you a tad bit roughly before pulling you to your room, sitting on your bed and placing you on his lap.

“Do it.” He muttered through quicken breaths.

“What?”

“Mark me.” Jay tilted his head to the side, giving you access to his neck. You leaned in, starting off with small pecks, “what made you change your mind?”

“You.” His voice was slightly raspy, hands roaming your body, “I just needed you.”

Jake

When you proposed the idea of giving him hickeys, he let you, no questions asked.

You sucked and bit anywhere his skin allowed you to. You could tell Jake was into it by how he gripped, groped and pulled at your body, gasps and groans came from him the more you marked him up.

When you paused to back yourself up and admire him, he had multiple hickeys ranging from his neck to his collar bones and parts of his chest.

“You went crazy there, love.” Jake chuckled, looking down to see your work.

This was when his phone dinged as he saw the reminder he set a week prior popping up in his notifications bar and his eyes immediately widened.

“Shit!” He cursed. You gave him a concerned yet confused look. “Hm?”

“I have a photoshoot today! Help me cover these up?” He lifted you off of his lap and quickly stood up, heading for your bathroom.

Sunghoon

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had just suggested the idea of hickeys to him in the midst of making out with him and he immediately agreed.

You figured it was him saying ‘yes’ in the heat of the moment but you wanted to be sure you had his full consent.

“I’m sure.” Sunghoon answered, his hands resting on your hips while his eyes wandered down to your lips again. “Go for it.”

“But what about your comeback?” You asked. Although you really wanted to give him a hickey— or a few, you couldn’t help but think of his career.

Sunghoon smiled, “we have great makeup artists.”

You felt butterflies when he said that and even moreso when he pressed his lips against yours, then tilted his head back to allow you access to his neck.

“Go for it, baby.”

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fairybinie · 1 year

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attention // c.sb

wc: 806 genre: fluff, suggestive warnings: kisses, pet names, potential bad writing

taglist: @iyeonjuni @odxrilove @iuwon @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @ameliesaysshoo @enhacolor @misscalcutta @cherrybeomgyu @wccycc @hyukabean @strawberri-uyu @hyuntaena @feyregels @boba-beom @loverhyunn @ericyjun @tyungun @ashxxkook @bibinnieposts @laylasbunbunny @shiguresohmas @notdrunkbutdazed @stepout-09-15 @ox1-lovesick @soobsdior @ifwtyun @peachy-yabbay

a/n: my first attempt at writing something barely spicy also this is the least i’ve written 😭 anyways clingy soobin on the brain!

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you and soobin had your legs sprawled out your sofa as you fixed your eyes attentively on the movie playing in front of you. just a casual friday night where you didn't want to do much. after a hectic week, the two of you agreed to become lazy bugs for the day.

this is your second movie of the night and soobin has lost his attention span. you, on the other hand, couldn’t be more focused as it’s a movie you’ve never seen before. soobin has progressively gotten more tired, the late hour not helping at all.

not to mention the fact that you’ve been stroking his hair for the past ten minutes. it drove him insane, the way your fingers loosely touched his golden locks like it was natural for you. your eyes stare right ahead at the screen as your hands do their own thing. soobin feels himself give into your touch, each time your fingers combed through his hair made his eyes flutter softly as he could give into his sleep any moment now.

or his neediness.

soobin becomes small in your embrace as he lays his head on the crook of your neck. you adjust your touch so that you’re stroking the ends of his hair, twirling the ends on his nape. the more you play with his hair, the more he just wants you. you allow him to rest there as you remain focused on the movie. soobin hates that he has to fight for your attention, so he can only do what he does best.

he begins to place his lips onto your neck that he was once laying on, starting off rapidly, like butterflies. you notice the affection and wriggle in your place, almost shaking him off as you groan quietly with a small smile on your face. you do your best to ignore your boyfriend and remain looking at the screen.

soobin doesn’t give up easily. he laughs softly, sending a warm breath to your neck which gives you goosebumps. it almost worked. soobin notices you quiver and decides to egg you on, making it more passionate. he goes back in, this time kissing you more slowly so each kiss could linger like a thread. a few moans escape from his mouth as he nips at your neck every other kiss, feeling his teeth leaving some red and purple marks. you roll your eyes to the back of your head, feeling pleasure from his affection despite not wanting to.

“soobin,” you whine in annoyance. you try to escape, though his hand around your stomach makes it exceedingly difficult. “watch the movie.”

the boy hums as he lays his eyes onto the tv screen with a pout resting on his lips. the moment doesn’t last too long as you feel him up on your neck yet again, this time taking his movement to your jaw, to which you can’t help but move your head up high to the contact.

“bin,” you feel like a mother with her clingy child, only that the clingy child was your boyfriend.

“how can you expect me to focus on the movie if you’re playing with my hair like that?” he questions and you feel each set of words hit you with his hot air.

“i want attention too,” the boy complains as he plays with the hem of your sweater. his hand eventually sneaks its way under your sweatshirt as his finger strokes your stomach.

you swallow the urge to respond with his advances and soobin continues to enter your space. “the movie is almost over bub, i’ll give you attention once it is okay?”

soobin compromises and stops momentarily, hoping that the movie does end soon. the universe seems to be on his side as he watches the main lead say their last words and the end credits hit the screen. he smirks to himself as he secures his hands around you as he pins you down on the couch, your eyes meeting each other’s for the first time in a while.

“movie’s over.”

soobin’s lips crash into yours, each movement becomes a slow rhythm. you give into the moment, bringing your hands to intertwine with his hair as you lightly pull on it, hearing some gasps in between your lips. soobin’s tongue asks for an entrance against your teeth and you accept, though it doesn’t last long before you speak and break the contact, barely with any air.

“that sweater looks good on you,” you refer to the grey knit sweater he’s wearing, complimenting his blonde hair and giving him a cozy look. soobin smiles as he kisses you again, first on your lips then down to your neck again, moving up to your earlobe and you hear him whisper an offer with that husky voice of his.

“how about off?”

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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baby, i’m yours - ethan landry

no spoilers 🔪 // pre ghostface attacks

warnings: nsfw implied, making out, fluff🧸💓

playlist 🎧

can be read on its own, or as part 3 of “tired”

the sun streamed through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating ethan’s features as he lay on his stomach still asleep, with his head on the pillow facing you. his long eyelashes nearly touched his cheeks, and you admired every detail of his face, from every freckle to every beauty mark.

not able to resist, your fingers reaching over to gently trace his cheekbone. he didn’t stir under your touch, so you continued, delicately drawing a line over his lips with your thumb. he didn’t open his eyes, but he mumbled incoherently under his breath, his hand reaching out looking for you. you smiled, and let your touch trail over his shoulder, and across the exposed skin on his back, a blanket being all that covered the two of you after the events of yesterday.

“come here,” he mumbled, his voice deep with sleep, as he opened his arms for you to crawl into. you happily moved into his embrace, the warmth of his body wrapping around you as his arms encircled you, holding you tight. his chin rested on the top of your head, and you closed your eyes, thinking about everything that happened yesterday.

you weren’t sure when your feelings for ethan had turned from friendly to more than that, but last night he had kissed you; your best friend. you felt your face heat up as you thought about what had happened after that first kiss, and your fingers gently found the hickeys you’d scattered across his neck. as you gently kissing them, he moaned softly in his sleep, and you smiled.

“that tickles,” he muttered, still half asleep. you laughed, and felt him kiss the top of your head. “good morning,” he sighed.

“good morning,” you said, snuggling your face into him. he rolled over, pinning you underneath him, and you admired how beautiful he looked even after firs waking up. his curls were messier than usual, and his eyes still not fully open as he looked down at you.

“did you mean it?” he asked, and your mind raced as you tried to think of everything you had said last night. ethan knew you well enough, better than anyone for that matter, and he laughed lightly, a wide smile spreading across his face at your panicked expression. he leant down, pressing kisses to the skin of your neck. “you said you’re mine; did you mean it?” he said softly next to your ear.

“yes,” you replied, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, as his teeth nipped at your throat.

“e- ethan,” you stuttered, arching your body into his.

“say it,” he whispered.

“i’m yours.” he smiled down at you again, before kissing you on the lips.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” he admitted.

“maybe chad and tara aren’t the only ones who can’t see what’s right in front of them,” you laughed.

“do you think everyone knew before us?” ethan asked, and you thought for a minute. there was no way you two were as oblivious as chad and tara- right?

“no…..maybe,” you laughed, and ethan smiled, letting you pull him into another kiss, your hands in his hair.

•

ethan was positioned between you legs as you laid on you back against the couch, his body hovering over yours as he smiled down at you.

you were far too distracted with eachother to pay any attention to the movie you had put on; in fact you couldn’t even remember what it was as ethan kissed you, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip. you moaned as ethan sucked a dark hickey into the skin of your neck, your hips grinding against his, causing him to groan.

suddenly, you both heard the door open, and chad walked in. the three of you stared at eachother, before chad clapped his hands together. ethan sat up off you, and you both looked at his roomate with wide eyes.

“i knew it!” he exclaimed, a confused look crossing both yours and ethan’s faces. “mindy owes me 5 dollars.”

“you bet money on if you’d catch us making out on the couch?” ethan asked, and you laughed, as awkward as it was to get caught.

“not exactly that specific but- if you you were… ya know… well-“

“ok- i get it you can stop now,” ethan begged, his face getting red, and you decided he was cute when he’s embarrassed.

“well i will be, uh.. in my room, so feel free to .. continue whatever it is you were doing-“ chad rambled.

“thanks chad!” you laughed, and he flipped you off before going into his bedroom and shutting the door. ethan looked over at you, and you both couldn’t help but smile, and burst out laughing. after calming down, you curled into ethan’s side, relaxing as he pulled you closer.

“i guess they did know.”

“i guess they did.”

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