#can we stop sexualizing minors ty

[shockercoco]

Consequences

Austin butler x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, riding, P in V, overstimulation, dirty talk, jealous!Austin

Word count - 2925 (I didn't intend for this to be 3k words lol)

a/n - request: “Hi! Please can you write an Austin butler x fem reader smut where he's jealous after watching her film a sex scene and he shows her how it's done? Maybe he's a bit cocky as well because he knows that only he can make her moan?” - loved this ty, I hope you enjoy :)

“They need everyone back on set in ten minutes,” you hear your assistant tell you from outside of your trailer door, interrupting your inner turmoil.

“Okay,” you tell her, and you hear her walk away as you go back to your thoughts.

You had been pacing back and forth inside your trailer for the majority of your lunch break thinking about your upcoming scene. It was a sexual scene that included you having to be practically naked in a bed with your male co-star.

When you had accepted the role you knew what it entailed, but back then the intimacy part of the script seemed so minor, and you had brushed past it. Given the fact that this wouldn’t be your first time shooting this type of scene, you really shouldn’t be stressing out. During those past roles, though, you hadn’t been dating Austin so it was simple and wasn’t awkward. It’s also not like Austin would have a problem with you doing this either because he trusts you – after all intimate scenes are a big part of the movie industry.

The intimacy coordinator had talked to both you and your co-star Matthew separately to inform you guys on what was expected. You also knew you could always say no, and you would probably be replaced with a body double, but that didn’t do anything to calm your nerves.

Figuring enough time had passed, you exited your trailer and headed back to set where the makeshift bedroom was already set. You saw Matthew in a robe matching yours standing off to the side getting some final touch-ups from one of the makeup artists. He gives you a small smile when he notices  you walking in before turning his attention back to the woman in front of him.

You and Matthew had grown close over the past couple of months, which isn’t unusual because you were both the lead actors, and he seemed like a nice person –at least from what you’ve gotten to see. Austin would always tell you Matthew was too nice to you each time he visited you on set, but you never saw it and would tell him that you would be okay. Austin is a persistent man and didn’t deter from his theory, therefore, he would always eye Matthew and keep you in eyesight. You would just silently laugh to yourself when you saw Austin behind the camera eyeing Matthew.

“Matthew’s my friend so this shouldn’t be too awkward. This will all be over before I know –,” you think to yourself, but your thoughts are interrupted when someone taps you on the shoulder from behind. You turn around to see Austin there smiling at you.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” you smile back at him as he brings you in for a hug with a quick kiss on your cheek.

“It was a last minute decision. I had to attend a meeting not too far from here, so I thought I’d stop by. I hope that’s okay,” Austin tells you as you lean back to look up at him.

“Of course it is, I was just surprised.”

“What scene are you filming?” he asks you as you two pull away. That’s when he notices the bed sitting in the middle of the room and your robe. “Oh.”

You cringe a little. “It’s just a quick sex scene, you know how it is. It’ll be over before you know it,” you try to reassure him as his eyes find Matthew.

“Yeah, but it’s with him,” he makes a face.

“I don’t get to choose my co-star, Austin. There’s only a couple more weeks of filming, and then we don’t have to see him again until the movie premiere,” you grab onto his arm for him to look at you. He finally tears his eyes away from your co-star to look at you again. He rolls his eyes, not at you, and gives you a nod.

Your assistant comes up to you to tell you that the director is ready to start the scene. You give Austin one last look before going with her and walking into the fake bedroom, Matthew joining you. Crew members start moving around to make sure everything is ready to go, and the assistant director comes over to put you and Matthew into position, followed by the intimacy coordinator. 

You take off your robe underneath the covers, not wanting to reveal yourself too much. Nipple stickers cover the top of you while a skin-colored pad is attached to your lower half. Matthew also has something to cover his manhood.

Once everything is in order, the crew members start filing behind the camera. Austin is also behind the camera standing to the side with his arms folded and jaw tense.

“You okay?” Matthew whispers next to you, and you give him a quick nod. He’s currently laying on his side looking down at you. “I see your boyfriend came to cheer you on.”

You’re not sure how to respond so you just smile at him.

“Just imagine me as shrek or something,” he jokes, making you laugh in response.

“I was planning on it.”

When the lights dim and the director yells action, Matthew doesn’t hesitate to lean down to kiss you, putting his hands on your waist. Austin watches everything from his place behind the camera.

Safe to say Austin wasn’t a fan of the whole process. Austin watched everything from his spot behind the camera – the way Matthew touched and held you, and the sounds falling out of your mouth as you held onto him. There was also more than one take, which made Austin even more agitated and tense. He couldn’t help but wonder if Matthew was getting turned on or if he was messing up on purpose. 

Both you and Austin were relieved when the director called it a day, and luckily that was the only intimate scene that had to be filmed. When you got up from the bed and put on your robe, with the help of your assistant, you saw the look on Austin’s face. You thought it was best to avoid eye contact.

The car ride back to Austin’s house didn’t involve much talking, and when you finally entered the house he was still silent. You decided to take a shower, to wash the day off and to give Austin time to cool down. Seeing that the sun is long gone, you prepare for bed — filming took longer than expected. As you walk out of the bathroom connected to the room you shared with Austin, you notice him already in bed on his phone, appearing to have already showered.

He probably used one of the guest room bathrooms, which isn’t uncommon of him, but given the situation you just find it extremely petty. You can’t help but laugh at Austin’s attitude, but then again you wouldn’t be too happy either watching him have pretend sex with another girl, which is why you try to avoid joining him on set during those days. 

As you climb into bed next to him, he doesn’t even glance at you as he continues to check his emails. You sigh dramitically, hoping to get his attention, as you look at the clock on the nightstand displaying eleven o’clock. Still nothing.

“Austin,” you say, trying to get him to look at you, but he just gives you a hum in response. You call his name again and he just raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to say something else.

“Are you really going to be upset all night?” You ask him.

“I’m not upset.”

“Are you sure because I’m pretty sure this is what upset looks like,” you point at his solemn face.

He looks over at you pointing at him, still with a plain face, before looking back down at his phone. You roll your eyes at his pettiness as an idea pops in your idea. 

“Is there anything I can do to make it better, at least?” You ask sweetly, even though none of this is your fault, hoping that a little pillow talk will help him get over this. A mischievous smirk grows on his lips before he finally tears his attention away from his phone, placing it aside to look you in your eyes.

“You know, there actually is something you could do,” he says, making you want to rescind your offer at his eagerness.

“What is it?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

He motions for you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh, but doesn’t wait for you to say anything as he grabs your hips to pull you onto his lap to straddle him. He forces your hips down against him causing you to hold back a moan, your thin panties allowing you to feel him grow hard through his sweatpants. Keeping his grip on your hips firm, he then begins rocking your hips back and forth, forcing you to grind down. You place your hands on his chest before gripping the fabric of his t-shirt as your eyes begin to flutter.

“You know what?” he asks as he leans to whisper into your ear, “maybe I am upset.”

“You know what, maybe I am upset,” he leans to whisper into your ear. A shiver runs through your body from the feeling as he continues, “I’m upset that I stood there and watched the way your co-star enjoyed fake fucking you, and after all this time you still don’t see the way he looks at you.”

“He’s acting, Austin, that’s what his role entails.”

Austin pulls away from your ear and looks you in the eye to say,” So he’s still acting even when the director calls cut?”

“He’s just a friend, I promise,” you whine out as you begin to feel arousal pool out of you and form a spot on your panties. Your answer doesn’t bring Austin any comfort. 

“This is exactly what i’m talking about, you don’t see it,” he shakes his head at you and removes his hands from you. “Lift up.”

Confused, you listen and lift your hips to hover above his lap, only for Austin to shimmy his sweatpants down his legs enough for his underwear to be revealed and to pull his hard length out. He then takes the lead and pulls your underwear to the side, grabs himself in one hand, pulls you down a little, and begins to rub himself against your slit. You both groan at the feeling – him at your wetness, and you at his teasing with your knees already growing weak.

“You’re going to take a seat and ride until I’ve had enough,” he tells you, knowing well enough that you weren’t a huge fan of riding. 

You didn’t enjoy taking control, and you would always get tired too quickly, which encouraged Austin to take matters into his own hands and thrust into you until you were overstimulated — not that you didn’t enjoy all of that, you just rather be on the bottom.

You nod before lowering yourself onto him until you’re completely full, taking a moment to take in the feeling before beginning to move. Austin tilts his head up with a sigh, his lips slightly parted at the feeling of your warm, rigid walls swallowing and releasing him repeatedly.

Your hands are on his shoulders now, gripping tightly, using him to help stabilize you. Keeping his grip on your hips firm, Austin looks down at the space between you two, watching as his length continues to disappear and reappear. Your eyes join his gaze and whimper at the sight. 

As expected you feel your legs quickly growing tired, so you lean forward to hide your face in Austin’s neck, using him to place some of your weight on.

“Oh, no. I want you to look at me,” he tells you.

“Austin,” you whine as you move your head away from him. One of the hands on your hips moves to your jaw, forcing your eyes onto his blue ones. His stare sends a wave of warmth to your center, his unpleasant mood turning you on, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem earlier when you had Matthew grinding on you,” he states. He drags his thumb across your lip, tugging it down before releasing it. 

“You know it’s not like that,” you tell him breathlessly as you shake your head. He continues staring into your eyes without responding to you.

Austin finally breaks that contact when he goes to take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. He leans down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around your nipple, and eventually moving to the other. He brings his hands up to your back, bringing you closer to him. This just sends another wave of pleasure through your body, making it harder to keep your rhythm strong. 

You whimper as you look down at him getting lost in his own world, and that’s just enough to make you tumble over the edge. You squeeze his shoulders and let out a cry as a strong rush of pleasure flows through your body and down to your cunt. With his mouth still connected to your breast, Austin can’t help but moan at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, causing a shiver to run through your body. He smirks to himself as he watches you fall apart above him.

He doesn’t let you or himself recover, though, as he flips you onto your back. He pulls his sweatpants, and underwear the rest of the way down his legs before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it. He then proceeds to rip your thin panties and toss them aside, too impatient and needy to take them off the correct way. He goes to hover you and quickly sinks into you with a moan before pounding into you with intensity, trying to chase his own high. 

Still sensitive and not completely over your previous orgasm, your next one comes almost instantly at Austin’s rapid pace. This one is definitely more intense and as you open your mouth to let something out, you’re met with silence, leaving your mouth hanging open and your eyes closed as you toss your head back and release around him a second time. 

Feeling your walls close around him once again, Austin cums with a deep moan as his head dips down. He never stops thrusting into you, just slows down, as you feel his warm load shoot into you. This prolongs your high and brings you into overstimulation as your back arches, and you finally find your voice to let out a sob as your body continues to quiver and shake. Just when you think he’s going to stop, Austin speeds back up into you, making you place your hands on his waist to grip down.

“Please,” you whimper, wanting to tell him to stop with the continuous torture, but you’re enjoying it too much. He just laughs above you.

“What’s wrong, huh? Too much?” he teasingly asks, but you don’t have the energy to answer. He looks down at the spot you two are connected to see the remains of your orgasm pooling out and onto the sheets below. He watches as your flow of arousal coats him as he continues to plunge into you.

“It can’t be too much, I mean you seem to be loving it too much,” he removes your hands from his body and holds them in his hands as he leans down onto his elbows. You're caged in as he pins your arms to your side. Austin rubs his nose against yours to bring you back to reality, watching as your eyes find his.

“Austin, baby,” you breathe out.

“Austin, baby what?” he asks with a tilt of his head, knowing he has you right where he wants you. He leans down a little to spit into your already parted mouth.

You don’t respond, you can’t respond as you continue taking him in. Your body is on fire, and you can feel your walls constantly clenching down around him.

“You don’t want me to stop, right? I mean there’s no way,” he smiles. “It seems like she doesn’t want me to stop either,” he says referring to your cunt releasing a squelching sound with each thrust from how soaked it is. 

What comes out of your mouth next is nothing but a blabbering mess as you give into him, feeling drool – or his saliva – coming out the side of your mouth. You feel more of your wetness run out of you at his dirty talk, before feeling yourself unexpectedly cumming again. You release for the third time with a shriek as you dig your nails into his hands.

When Austin feels himself coming to his second orgasm, he quickly pulls out before jerking himself off the rest of the way. He shoots his sticky load onto your stomach, marking you as his. You feel yourself clench around nothing, your cunt so used to him diving into it.

Austin uses his finger to swipe some of his remains up from your stomach, and then places his finger on your lips, wanting you to open. You bring him into your mouth before tasting and sucking his finger while looking him in his eyes.

“You better stop before we go again,” he looks down at you, already feeling himself growing hard.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #austin butler x you #smut #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha

[hcsarchive]

BOXER III

nct dream (hint of the boyz)

details ␥ fem!reader x boxer!jaemin x boss!haechan x (maybe boxer!jeno???)

genre ␥ series, smut with a plot, fluff, lil angst +

warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, praise kink, cheating, threesomes, corruption kink, dry humping, violence, reader is sexualized a lot, food ~ if there is more please let me know. *some may not be included in all parts*

synopsis: You went to a hidden boxing match and stumbled into some door which led you to be investigated. Before you know it, the leader of the organization wants to keep you for himself but his most famous boxers do as well.

MINORS DNI

!!these characters are completely fictional and do not represent the idol!!

links to previous parts:

part one

part two

“we can’t wake them up, Jaemin gets mad when we do” Renjun says stopping Haechan from entering the room.

Jealousy starts running through Haechan’s bloodstream. You wake up to their whispers “what are you doing” you wake up confused but you remembered you fell asleep crying to Jaemin.

Jaemin made you feel warm and safe even though you met him last out of all the boys. As for Haechan, your heart starts beating fast and you feel like he’s controlling your body.

“I got tired I didn’t mean to-“ Haechan dropped the bags and carried you off of Jaemin and off the bed. “Is this going to be an issue” he places you down on the ground and you try to stand up but he pushes you down.

You have no idea what haechan is going to do, Jaemin is fast asleep and Renjun just left. “It won’t be, plus nothing happened” you look up at him. Haechan grabs your hair and holds up in a ponytail. “No one can touch you unless i tell them to” he pulls your hair harshly and you let out a whimper.

“How about a small tour to my room” he kneels down to you and whispers into your ear “Jaemin never settles for one girl so don’t start with your fantasies” he lets go of your hair and stand up straight. You didn’t even see him that way, atleast not yet.

You follow him but he stops at the door way. “I bought you clothes, try them on for me” he takes the bags that were blocking the door way.

You take one look back to see Jaemin sleeping and you close the door. You avoid making eye contact with any of the guys on the way to Haechan’s room.

He opens the door and sets the bags on his desk. You are amazed at how big and spacious his room is compared to how your room is. “Take that off” he comes from behind you and lifts up Jaemin’s hoodie off of you. “Haechan i’m not wearing anything underneath” you try to cover yourself up with your hands as much as you can.

“I bought stuff off of your wishlist and pinterest”you guess he’s still digging deep into your history. he takes out a black laced bra with a ribbon as the front. That was going to be the one you were going to buy for your anniversary with sunwoo. “I can’t accept that. It costs so much” you turn your back at him again.

Haechan starts putting the top on you and goosebumps start flowing around where he touches you. You buckle the rest up, although it isn’t much coverage it’s better than nothing.

Haechan circles you again and faces you, he comes closer and starts tying the black silk into a bow. “Such a gorgeous present” he grabs onto your hips. Your cheeks are burning and your whole body too, he hands you a bag that possibly weighs 10 pounds "Open it.

"I'm going to open it on your bed this is so heavy" you laugh nervously trying to back away from the tension. You rip open the seal and you see all the clothes neatly folded. "Oh god these are so cute" it is a bunch of folded-up pajama sets. Some were silk or cotton, most were neutral colored, and occasionally pink sets.

"I won't keep you locked up in here forever so this is what you can wear when I take you out" he pulls out three white boxes with gold lettering of a brand you have never seen. One had a beautiful off-the-shoulder slip dress, the other was a two pieces set, and a white dress with pearled details. "You'll look so good standing next to me with those" You start to get shy again.

The both of you silently open the rest, a lot of it is simple basic clothes. "What are you doing?" Haechan asks, taking the receipts out of your hand which you were stashing in your pocket. "This must cost a lot, I am saving them so I can pay you back once I start working again" he holds your thigh still and gets them out of your pocket.

"Like I said you do not have to worry about it, lets go put these in the washer. The maid won't be here til Monday and I want you to have clean clothes" he puts everything back into the bags.

"I'm sorry for making you mad, I feel bad receiving all this" You stuff everything back into the bag. You pick up Jaemin's sweater to put on but he takes it from you. "Take the sweatpants off too, you will not wear his clothes" You take them off and stand there wondering what to wear. "What do you want me to wear?" he scans you up and down, "this" he hands you the matching bottoms to your top.

You switch them fast and he starts walking out. A black button up is lying on the floor and you snatch it and put it on, it covers you up until mid thigh. You start buttoning it up and exit his room.

where's the laundry room?- you ask yourself.

Jeno is walking to his room and freezes when he sees you. He continues to walk to his room, so you just walk down the hall and you see the door half open and it ends up being the laundry room. You walk in and Haechan stops putting clothes in the washer. "That is a better look" he comes close to you and unbottons the first three. "So lovely" he kisses your neck.

"To be honest I have no idea how to do laundry so I will have to ask one of these scum bags" you grab his from his collar before he walks out. "I can do it" you also unbutton his shirt "I don't want you to" he presses you closer to him. "I can handle it," you say, "What this?" he kisses down your neck and to your chest.

"I want to open my present" he whispers into your ear, lightly runs his fingers on the sides of your thighs, and lifts you up on the folding table.

"Haechan do you still want me to wa-" you jump at the sudden new voice. But Haechan doesn't stop kissing you "Haechan," you say but he doesn't stop.

You yank him off by his hair and he lets out a groan. "Sorry," you say to the tall black haired boy. "It's um...fine. I should be the one to apol-" he looks everywhere but your eyes. "Jisung just start washing" Haechan snaps at him and Jisung nods at him. "Words" he raises his voice but you tug on his hair to calm him down.

"Be nice, he is doing me a favor" You let go of his hair and hop off the table. He glares at the both of you and walks out "I'm sorry that he's making you do this. Thank you" Haechan grabs your arms and yanks you out of the room.

"Don't talk to him, I do not need another person to be angry at tonight" he lets go once you guys reach the hallway. "The food is ready" Renjun's voice echoes through the house.

"Let's go eat" he mumbles, his mood changes again. You frown and follow closely behind, you stop midway and tug on his sleeve. "Can you bring me my shorts from my room" you whisper to him.

"It's fine, it's not like they haven't seen legs before" he continues walking and you still hold onto him. "Please," you say but he continues walking and goes into the kitchen. You enter shortly after; Renjun, Jeno, Chenle, and Mark are preparing the food. Haechan is at the end of the kitchen sitting at the dining table on his phone.

The others haven't noticed you entered but you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and it's Jaemin "Here are your shorts" he hands you your spandex and you smile at him. "Thank you" You are about to put them on but he stops you. He unzips his sweater and covers you so you can put them on.

Now everyone in the kitchen has eyes on you...and Jaemin. Mark is laughing and whispering into Renjun's ear, Jeno is staring at you with a blank stare, Chenle smirks and looks back at Haechan. Haechan is eyeing you and back to his phone. "Jaemin you are training the newbies tomorrow," Haechan says.

"What? You said Jeno would be in charge of them, why me?" Jaemin raises his voice at him.

"Oh, you know why?" Haechan sets his phone down and crosses his arms.

"Why 'cause you're a possessive piece of-"Jeno covers Jaemin's mouth.

"You do not want me to tell them what you have done" Haechan walks up to them. Jeno lets go of his jaw but still stands in between them.

"Drop it, I just think you would teach them way better than I can. He was making it a big deal about earlier" Jeno says but he whispers the second part which you hear since you are a couple feet behind them. "Y/N you can take a seat," Renjun says walking through Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin to signal to break up the trio with his big bowl of meat.

"We have a guest stop acting like animals" Chenle joins the table. Mark comes with a small grill to cook the meat in. "Can the rest bring the rest of the dishes while we grill these" Renjun looks around.

None of them get up because they are angry, Jeno does and so do you. You were a server in high school so handling multiple plates wasn't an issue. As you were putting them down you felt a strong energy of eyes on you. You turn to your right and Haechan is deeply staring at you. You quickly set the last plate and turn away but meet with Jeno's eyes who was standing in the middle of the kitchen with two plates in his hands.

"Sorry, I can get out of your way now" You squeeze past Haechan's chair and Jeno's side. You speedwalk to the kitchen island and let out the air you were holding. Back at home, you were used to being around multiple guys due to Chanhee and Sunwoo being friends with a fraternity but this is different.

You grab the last side dish and the pitcher of water. Everyone is seated but everyone is looking your way, you look at them in confusion. You then remember what you are wearing.

Once you sit down you button your shirt up, and you are seated next to Haechan and an empty seat. The room is silent and you feel so tense, to break the silence you decide to bring up the fact that Jisung is not here. "Is Jisung coming?" you ask Haechan.

"Yeah I sent him a text" Haechan takes your plate and serves you everything. "Oh I don't like carrots" he sets the spoon back down with the carrots. "Thank you" You take the plate from him, and start eating. They all slowly start talking and you finally start seeing them as a group of friends. I guess being business partners and friends is a weird transition.

You eat silently and observe everyone. Jisung finally comes in and sits next to you. They all start serving and offering Jisung food, "aww man there is no more gyeongdans" You look down at your plate with two.

"Here you can have mine" before Jisung even answered, you set both on his plate. "Thank you" he smiles shyly. Haechan sets his free hand on your thigh and your leg twitches at the sudden cold contact.

He starts messaging your bare leg. His hands get closer to your inner thigh, he runs his fingernails up and down. You look at him and he’s casually talking. You stand up and grab the half full pitcher, “I’m getting us water” you walk to the kitchen to fill it up but Haechan follows. “Why did you run away” you felt like his prey that ran away but found you shivering behind a bush.

“I just didn’t want you to go farther in front of everyone” you say looking down at the pitcher. “Did you think I was going that far” he pressed his body to your back takes the pitcher from you. You don’t say anything because you’re afraid to offend him “Did you want me to” he speaks up again.

“I don’t. know” you turn to him trying to back away from the corner where the water cooler was but he is blocking the whole thing. He grabs you by the neck but not enough to choke you. “They’re all shooting glances at you and Jaemin specifically. What did you guys do while I was gone” his expression gets angrier.

“Nothing” he grips your neck harder which makes your body turn hot. “We just watched a movie after I washed up. I ended up falling asleep and I guess he did shortly after since he didn’t sleep at all last night” he releases you.

“If he ever makes a move on you or even touches you, you tell me. Do you understand” he says possessively. You nod yes but he chuckles “you look so cute when you’re scared, he unbutton your shirt again with his free hand.

“I don’t want them to see me” you cover yourself. “I’m just marking you so they know you’re mine” his soft lips are pressed against your bare skin. He sucks and bites a bit of your skin. A small whimper leaves your mouth, the more pain he cause to your body- the more it heats up.

“I don’t want to go back in there. It’s embarrassing” he looks at you and chuckles. “What are all the public humiliation stories that are in your history then. I can make your fantasies come true but if you are all whiny about it, it isn’t all that fun for both us sweetheart” he sets the pitcher down on the counter and leans against it.

“I just didn’t think anyone would find out or want to do it” you whisper. Jeno comes into your view and you try to hide in the corner. He grabs a beer from the fridge and leaves.

Haechan grabs your arm and moves you about two feet from where you’re standing. “Start walking, you did this in front of Jisung earlier. Why aren’t you listen to me” he always gets his way and you not listening is a shock to him.

You walk past him and move your chair next to Jaemin. You stare at Haechan, and he notices where you moved. Everyone goes silent, you eat starring directly towards Haechan across the table. Half of your sleeve slips down revealing more. You lean over the table to grab something.

“Jaemin my office now” Haechan stands up and Jaemin gets up but before he steps out he lifts up your sleeve. You eat in silence look at both of them leave.

It got silent but slowly they started to talk amongst themselves. Shortly after, you were done with your food so you picked up your plate and washed the dishes.

You thank the guys for the food and tell them that you’re going to your room. You laid in the bed just starring at the painting on the wall.

The door open and you jump from the position you were in. “What were you doing?” Jaemin laughs.

“I was starring at the paint” you responded and Jaemin nods.

“Well I’m here to apologize. I was too clingy according to Haechan, and I was just trying to be welcoming since I know this situation can be intimidating. I will be out tomorrow for training so I won’t get us in trouble” he chuckles but is getting a tad bit shy.

“You weren’t clingy. I enjoyed your company, thank you and I’m sorry I got you in trouble. He was making me mad” you look at him and he is smiling at you.

“Don’t worry I am used to his whining. Also you aren’t obligated to listen to him all the time. Go to me, Jeno, or Renjun. We are the ones that Haechan will listen to, well sometimes. goodnight y/n” he grabs the door knob.

“Goodnight, thanks again” you sigh and wave to him. He leaves and you are left in an empty room. You get under the covers and try to sleep but it’s barely 8pm. Having nothing to do and no technology is not helping.

You peek out of your door and you hear that they’re still in the living room. You hear footsteps and you close your door as silently as you can but the door gets stopped by a hand. It was Haechan so you just closed the door. He opens it again “don’t be mad at me princess” and walks towards you.

Haechan sets his head on your shoulder. His breath reaches the side of your neck, he guides your body to walk backwards. You’re laying half of your body flat on the bed while Haechan sets himself on each side of you. His chain is dangling in front of your face and kisses your forehead. You pull his collar to finally kiss his lips, they’re just how you imagine them. He isn’t as harsh as you want him to be so you tangle your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to you.

He starts to be more rough and sloppy. You break the kiss for air and for him to calm down but he continues to cover your collarbones in kisses. “Haechan” you whimper his name as you are still holding onto his soft strands of hair. He stops and looks up at you, he pulls down his loose shirt you have on.

He bites down on the silky bow and he slowly pulls it about to untie the front.

*soft knocks at the door*

“Of course” Haechan gets up and opens the door enough to peak his head out. “Im almost done with her laundry. I came to drop it off” you hear Jisung says and see his eyes peeking over Haechan’s head since he’s taller.

Before Haechan says anything rude you yell thank you to him. “Bye” Haechan grabs the clothes and slams the door.

You run to the door and Jisung is still there with an offended look “Thank you Jisung I appreciate it. You can leave the rest for me to do, don’t worry about it” you smile at him.

“No problem, goodnight” Jisung doesn’t say much because Haechan is behind you glaring at him.

“Why not suck his dick while you’re at it” Haechan says closing the door.

“I haven’t had some in a while so why not” you grab the freshly dried clothes and start picking.

“Don’t tell me you want him instead of me. I can give you more than anyone in this house could” his cold hands come in contact with your bare stomach and his fingertips tease the waistband.

“You probably say that to every girl you meet” you rest your head on his chest still standing against the bed frame.

“You don’t know me sweetheart” he puts his knee between your thighs.

“I could say the same to you” you scoff at his response. Haechan places his hands on your hips and guides your body to move on his thigh.

“What did I say about talking back” you don’t respond because he quickens the pace. You lean over slightly on the bed and arch your back to get more friction.

At this point your feet are floating in the air and he’s moving his knee to match your pace. You try to hold back a moan but it comes out when you feel his bulge getting hard on your ass. “Haechan I can’t” you roll your hips on him faster like a bunny in heat.

“You’re so wet. That pretty little mouth of yours says my name so right” he stops and drops his knee along with you down.

You stand up straight and turn to him. “I want more” your nails scratch down his back. “Please” you take off your shirt and crawl on top of the bed now looking directly at him.

Haechan isn’t moving from where he is. His eyes say something else and so does his hard member. He gets closer to you and whispers “This is your punishment, I suffer too but that’s what makes it fun” he leaves not caring.

You’re left with your mouth open.

Your thighs are literally dripping wet.

I cannot believe i got edged by a knee- you say out loud to yourself.

You scream into your pillow and just feel your cunt pulse. You go and change into fresh new clothes after cleaning yourself up.

This is going to be worse than you thought…

*the next day*

~Jaemin’s pov~

I was already in the bad mood after overhearing the shit Haechan told y/n but I know she won’t fall for his possessiveness.

I get to the training rink at around 7am ready to take out my anger on some of these newbies. I see Jia clinging onto the same guy she always does, you finally have a face to the name. He is the one that broke y/n’s heart.

“Start warming up with a partner. We are uneven so Sunwoo come warm up with me” I try to act professional but something in me makes me want to punch him. After what he did to make a beautiful girl cry to the point where she knocks out is insane to me. If i ever had her, i would treasure her and hold her every bit i can.

“How do you know my name” -sunwoo

“I don’t know you tell me” i swing at him slow but he dodges.

“Know idea man, but I’m honored” he throws a punch at my chest but I don’t move an inch.

“there’s three rinks. I will be observing the five of you. No body work or being a brawler during this. I want to see skill so do not try to speed things up and try to get your partner to ground or off the rink the fastest. Boxing isn’t just a race…it’s a mind game, it takes time to perfect each throw or move, so show me the best you can do” I genuinely like boxing so I’ll try my best to not get my anger in the way.

I am seeing them fight but all I can think of is y/n, seeing how her ex boyfriend is here being watched by another girl. “Jia can you please go rehearse with the other girls or do something else” i sit down in the referee where she is as well.

“why, I am not doing anything. I’m just watching” Jia says but she looks at my annoyed face and she rolls her eyes.

“Weirdo” she leaves.

I circle around looking at them switch partners and keep slamming each other. Three laps around the two rinks, sunwoo was off to the side waiting for his turn.

“Sunwoo come with me” i guide him to the empty rink. “Want to know what a haymaker is” he nods yes and you do it to him.

“Haymaker: A desperation punch thrown with full force and with the intent to knock an opponent out.” i smile down at him in pain on the floor.

“You know the meeting you had yesterday” i ask and he nods struggling to talk because of the pain.

“Take me to y/n’s place or it won’t be easy for you to be here” he swallows nervously and stands up.

“Ok, I have spare key” he shoves his shoulder with mine on the way out to the locker rooms.

“That’s all for today. You’re welcome to stay and practice or head on out for the day”

~end of Jaemin’s pov~

*on the way to your apartment*

The ride is silent, “How do you know y/n and why do I have to bring you?” Sunwoo knows a little bit of what Haechan and his crew do behind doors but Jia never really mentioned much to him.

“She just asked me to mail some stuff to her. I was in some of her classes” Jaemin says coming up with a lie.

“Why would she tell you out of all people? I have a spare key and so does my friend who’s best friend’s with y/n” Sunwoo is getting suspicious not wanting to take Jaemin. If he didn’t take Jaemin it’ll put his boxing career at risk, he already lost his gf due to it.

“Well I’m not sure if you remembered the part of cheating on her for a couple of weeks and she simply doesn’t want to see familiar faces” Jaemin gets out of the car and follows Sunwoo into the apartments.

Sunwoo is cussing Jacob in his head since he was the one who brought her in. He is connecting the dots on where you’re staying. “Is she staying at your house?” Sunwoo says standing in front of the door.

“Don’t worry about it. You aren’t dating her anymore” Jaemin smirks at him wanting to make him mad.

“I still care for her. Plus last time I saw her, your coworkers took her and since you know her…you’re probably the first person she ran to” Sunwoo opens the door.

“Why what would you do if she was at my place” they door enter into your apartment.

“I do want to apologize i’m not a complete asshole” he sits on the couch and Jaemin is observing everything.

Jaemin first takes your pile of mail and your laptop you left on the coffee table before you went to Sunwoo’s place. Luckily you have a online shopping addiction so you have coxes laying around the house.

Jaemin enters your room and starts putting your clothes into the boxes. He opens your underwear drawer and is mixed with other things. Sunwoo comes in and Jaemin picks up two toys. “Guess you weren’t doing your job buddy” Jaemin throws them into the box and covers them with socks.

“You’re lucky you’re stronger than me” Sunwoo clenched his jack. “These are dirty but they’re her favorite jeans. Take her pillow she can’t go to sleep without it. For makeup and everything else is in that desk she’ll probably want that too. Let me go get her shoes, I’m not sure how long she’ll be out but she’s an over packer regardless” Sunwoo paces around your room looking to see what else.

“For someone who cheated. You do sound like you care for her” Jaemin is in shock by what he is doing.

“I mean i’m the bad guy and she deserves to be comfortable wherever she is. If she’s with you man- please take care of her for me” he rubs his face. “I fucked up and I was being selfish” he whispers to himself.

Jaemin sighs “Just help me fill up this box” Sunwoo walks to your closet and picks out different dresses and your platform heels.

“I think four boxes is enough” Jaemin gets two and Sunwoo gets the other.

A security was already picking Jaemin up. “Thank you for letting me in, see you at practice” Jaemin takes the boxes from him.

“See you” Sunwoo is so embarrassed he doesn’t know if he still wants to attend that match.

———

~Haechan’s House~

You were left inside the room the whole day. The only interaction you had was Jeno bringing you food and snacks. Haechan had to deal with something out of town.

Since there wasn’t much to do, you decided to give yourself a everything showed and then a hair blowout. That roughly took two hours out of the day and your hair looks good. Haechan did buy you a little bit of makeup since he looked through laptop…again. It came in the mail today so why not give yourself a full glam.

You wanted to look cute but comfortable so you put on the skirt pajama set that looked like a regular outfit. A quick look in the mirror and you are twirling like a ballerina.

The door opens and it’s Jeno. “Oh i’m sorry i just knocked a couple times i thought something happened” he looked at you up and down. A couple hours ago he saw you with knots in your hair and stains on your shirt. Even then he was still nervous around you but you weren’t aware.

“It’s alright. i was in my zone, you don’t have to bring me snacks every hour jeno. Don’t over work yourself on your day off” you laugh at how he brought another plate.

“Oh ok. I just don’t know how to take care of you. Jaemin made it seem easy” Jeno scratches the back of his head.

“You did a great job, the both of you. I truly feel bad how Haechan puts you guys to do stuff for me because I live by myself for a years so literally anything you guys do i’m appreciative” you grab onto his shoulder and he tenses up even more.

“We don’t mind honestly, i’ve done worse things. I’m going to be in the training room so if you need anything just step over. It’s a couple doors to your right” Jeno avoids eye contact and leaves.

You check if the coast is clear after you hear Jeno head into the training room. You go to the living room and watch the tv on mute with captions.

An hour passes and a door opens you jump to turn off the tv and duck under the couch. “I can still see you” Jeno walks over to you all sweaty in a tight muscle tee.

“Can I please be out here. I promise i’ll be good Jeno” you sit up and plead that he says yes.

“Fine but be in your room before I come out of the shower” he walks to his room and you’re smiling.

Jeno is trying his best to be cool. What no one knows is he was one of your top anonymous gifters on twitter. It was your side hustle every once in a while but Jeno will check everyday. Apparently no one has brought it or Haechan is keeping your account a secret. Sunwoo never knew about it or anyone in that matter.

Jeno is standing in front of the mirror still in shock that you out of all people end up here. You look so pretty today and he just can’t take it anymore. Jeno can’t say anything to Jaemin because he already became close with you. Renjun will freak out and tell Haechan, Chenle and Mark do not keep a secret. Which leaves Jisung but you aren’t too sure if it’s a good idea because he is worse than him at things like this.

Visions of your videos and picture start appearing in Jeno’s brain. He gets out his phone and looks up the username “yup it’s definitely her, fuck” he undresses and turns on the shower. A video of you on a pillow was the latest you posted, he can’t look away. His dick is now hard, he steps in the shower and starts pumping himself. Water droplets hit Jeno’s phones so he throw his phone in the sink. He envisions sneaking into your room and you riding him instead of the pillow.

He releases and sighs. This won’t be easy for him, he washes himself and gets out of the shower. He then gets dressed and dries his hair.

You are still sitting in the living room watching a random episode of regular show. The thousands of locks are opening one by one and you panic. You can’t find the remote or the off button so you run to the nearest closet which is the coat closet.

“Y/N you can come out of the room I have-“ Jaemin opens the closet you were in.

“What are you doing” he laughs.

“Jeno let me watch tv and I didn’t have time to run to my room” you say embarrassed.

“Well you’re lucky it was me because you chose the worst place possible to hide” he pulls you out and you smile at him. “I missed you, you’re the only one that treats me normal here” you hug him and he hugs you back.

“You look extra beautiful today” he strokes the back of your head as he hugs you. “Stop, I got bored” you pull away and see he hasn’t closed the door.

“I have a surprise for you. Since I had training with yk who. I made him take me to your apartment to bring your stuff” he brings in the boxes and you gasp.

“No way oh my god” you screech and jump up and down. You follow Jaemin with a box in your hand. Jeno comes back and sees the two of you on the couch.

“Hey Jeno” Jaemin dabs him up and he smiles at him. He sits next to Jaemin and you’re on the floor opening the first box. “Jaemin brought some of my stuff look” you pull out your plushie.

“I also brought you your pillow sunwoo told me” Jeno chocked on his saliva. It’s the same pillow and pillow case from the video he just watched. He looks away and watches the tv.

The first box had a plushies, your notebook, and the books you were currently reading. You opened the last one and take out some hoodies, you thought you were done but you pull one more hoodie and your toys and underwear are there.

“Oh god” you close the box and look at Jaemin then Jeno. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about princess. Go hide them” he whispers at the end.

You stay silent and slowly get up to your room. You do as told but you cannot believe he found then and also brought them to you. They follow you with the rest of the things shortly after. You put the clothes into the drawers.

You are bent over and your skirt flaps over half of your ass. Their eyes are glued to your exposed skin. You turn around and take the clothes they’re holding. Jeno swallows hard when his eyes meet yours “thank you” you smile and put it in the top drawer.

Jeno leaves without saying anything and Jaemin is still holding your stuff speechless. He did find you attractive but he wanted to respect you since Haechan clearly doesn’t and he can now see why.

“All done” you tasks the last thing off of his hands. “I really appreciate it Jaemin” you smile at him and he does back.

“No problem” he grabs onto your waist. “Sorry that I didn’t ask for your permission to look through your personal stuff” his thumb rubs your bare stomach.

“It’s fine, did he say anything?” he looks down at you concerned. “He does feel bad but it doesn’t eliminate the fact that he hurt you y/n” he gets closer to you.

“I know but part of me still wants him back” your heart breaks. “Jia was there during practice. They’ve been together for a while” your heart shatters.

“He wasted my time, it was too good to be true” you roll your eyes.

“You deserve to be treasured and loved. I beat the shit out of him for you” Jaemin said and your heart starts beating.

“Did you?” you put your arms around his neck. “I did, I had to humble him” you smile at him and his eyes move from your eyes to your lips back to your eyes.

It gets silent but you both lean in, your lips are less than an inch apart. “Can I kiss you?” Jaemin asks.

“please” your lips close the gap. He kisses back and breaks the kiss. “you’re so beautiful” he kisses you again but with passion. He lifts you up and you wrap your feet around him.

You guys look at eachother with huge smiles. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait much longer. I wanted to do it since the first time we spent the day together” Jaemin’s cheeks turn pink and you giggle at his apology.

“As a boxer you’re such a softie” you lay your head on his chest and he walks to the bed.

“You don’t know that” he sits down with you still holding onto him. You unwrap your legs and reposting yourself, jaemin hisses as you move.

You stop moving and he is looking down. You’re sitting on his bulge. “I can move if you’re not comfortable” you mumble. You get embarrassed because you didn’t realize the movements you were doing.

“No don’t- you’re fine” his hands are still on your hips. Jaemin hasn’t been interested in anyone in years and you are wrapping him around your finger.

“Did it feel good then?” your hands are on his chest running up and down on his rocked chest. He nods yes “you don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable baby” he sets a kiss on your collar bone which are covered with makeup since haechan decided to mark you.

“But i want to” you pout at him and you start moving your hips. Jaemin groans “I’m so glad Haechan isn’t going to be here tonight” he smiles.

“What are your plans” you start to add more weight and friction. “Spending it with you” he guides your hips and you arch your back as you feel him getting hard. Your cunt is already wetting his sweatpants. He starts to lifts himself along with you, “Oh i’m about to-“ you release your liquids but Jaemin doesn’t stop moving your hips.

You grab onto his broad shoulder and let out small whimpers. “You’re doing so good” Jaemin moans when you reposition and sit on his hard member. His pants are soaked with your release and his precum releasing through his pants. He begins to twitch in between your thighs and he releases.

The both of you are panting and smile at how much of a mess you both made. Jaemin lift up your skirt to see your laced panties soaked and stuck onto your skin. You haven’t even gotten touched by him and you’re already wanting more.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and changed” he kisses your forehead. He stands up and you feel guilty because he’s more dirty than you’re.

Jaemin opens the drawer and get out shorts that match your top. “These are perfect” he goes up to you and signals for you to come to the edge. He first takes off your panties and he stuffs them in his pocket. “Jaemin no thats embarrassing” you try to take them away but he grabs your hand. “Can I have them please” he waves his face in front of you and smiles.

“You better not misplace them and someone else ends up finding them” you take the shorts from him and quickly change into them.

“Come to my room” Jaemin grabs your hand and before you guys come out he checks if anyone is coming. Jaemin pulls you and speed walks next door to his room.

Jaemin opens the door and Jeno is sitting there on his phone. “Jeno what are doing in my room” Jaemin puts you in front of him. “I just wanted to hangout but i can leave you guys to continue” your cheeks turn red.

“We can still hangout. We were just going to watch a movie either way, let me just change” Jaemin is still using you as a shield. Jeno stands up and throws boxers and sweatpants at Jaemin. “There you dumbass so you aren’t dragging her across the room” you laugh at how embarrassed Jaemin is.

He goes into the bathroom and changes. Luckily every room has its own bathroom which is so unrealistic. You stand where Jaemin left you and Jeno looks up from his phone and back down. “I’m sorry” you say shyly stand there while Jaemin gets back.

“It’s fine” Jeno mumbles.

It’s not fine for him though.

Two of his friends can have her even though he has wanted her first. If he knew you lived in the area he would’ve definitely dm you and not been anonymous.

Jaemin comes back and sit in the opposite side of where Jeno’s laying down. “Come sit in the middle, you’ll get a better view of the screen” Jaemin opens his laptop and opens the streaming app. You climb over the footboard and lay on your stomach in the middle.

The three of you watch the movie until Renjun and Jisung come home. Mark and Chenle had to join Haechan for back.

“Please don’t tell me you guys-“ Renjun drops his briefcase.

“No” you respond quickly.

“We are just watching a movie. Relax” Renjun sighs of relief after Jeno says that.

“Good because I do not want this triangle to turn into a square” Renjun says.

The three of you are confused but then you get. “Why not a pentagon” you smirk at him. Jisung enters and Jaemin says “or a hexagon”

You and Jaemin laugh while renjun leaves. “Hi jisung” you smile at him.

“Hi” he sweetly smiles back at you “i’m going to order food it’s less of us today anyway” he says. “What do you want y/n” Jeno says.

He catches you off guard because he hardly spoke to you and you felt like he hated you. “I am down for anything, but fry chicken sounds good”

“We can do that” Jisung gets on Jaemin’s bed and pulls out his phone.

You stare at all three looking at Jisung’s phone. They’re gorgeous and you can just stare at them all day. “y/n” you come out of your thoughts. “are you dreaming of something” Jaemin says squishing your cheek.

“No i was just admiring” you smile at him.

“At who” he raise his eyebrow.

“All three” you start giggling like crazy and you cover your face with a pillow.

“Why” Jisung says confused.

“Jisung this is why you don’t get bitches” Jeno mumbles.

“Ha says the one who is in love with a twitter girl” Jaemin snorts.

You stop laughing when you hear that. “I told you to never bring that up” Jeno intensely glares at Jaemin.

“How’s the menu looking” You change the topic.

“Here you can look at it” Jisung hands you the phone.

to be continued…

a/n

i’m sorry if that was too much. i am trying to test things out. tysm for reading :)

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[el-tur-el]

i will wine and dine you in the hollows

Pairing: Dammon x F!Tav

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Bondage, Shibari. 18+ Content, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3,323. Read it on AO3.

He’s a vision standing before her from where she lay on the bed; soft leather trousers coming up to just below his navel, a peek of the v-shaped lines of his lower abdomen. His torso mercifully bare, every ridge and soft muscle on display for her to feast upon with her eyes. He’s lean, but not overly so; years of working the forge have left him with some definition, but it’s soft, unintimidating.

               She doesn’t doubt that he could toss her around if he wanted to, though – he’d proven that much in the past.

               He’s gently untangling a length of rope that looks far, far softer than the cord she’s used to pitch her tent back at camp in the past, and she wonders what, exactly, she’s just signed herself up for.

               Maybe he notices her hesitance – he’s always been perceptive like that, able to read every tell, even ones she didn’t know she had. His hands still, and he regards her with a furrowed brow, the soft blue of his eyes trained on her intensely. She swears he could take her apart with little more than his gaze some days.

               “Alright?” He asks, the low timbre of his voice cutting through the comfortable silence of the room like a knife; she has half a mind to be embarrassed by the way a singular word sends a low coil of heat pooling in her stomach. Maybe it’s his voice. Maybe it’s the fact that he values consent. Maybe it’s a heady blend of both.

               “’M fine.” She responds, quiet. “Just never done anything like this before.”

               “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  He looks as thought he’s two seconds away from scrapping the whole plan, and she wants to cry. For how kind he is. Out of frustration, maybe, that she’s naked on this bed – has been for the better part of ten minutes, now – and he’s not touching her. “It was just an idea, we can always just – “

               “Dammon.” She breathes, because if he doesn’t stop apologizing and start actually doing something to her, she’s going to lose her mind. “I want this. It’s just new to me. I trust you.”

               His shoulders relax, and he, mercifully, takes a step towards her, rope still held gently in hand. “Alright. Your word, Tav?”

               “Mithral.” She replies easily, and she’s hyper-aware of the shake of her voice, the excitement bubbling up within her. New is good. New is hot.

               “Good girl.” He rumbles approvingly, and Gods, she’s really not going to make it.

               The first touch of the material against her skin is shockingly gentle – it isn’t rough at all, far more comfortable than any rope she’s ever seen. She wonders if he went to a specialty shop; her cheeks flush and she feels a little dizzy as she imagines him going somewhere in the lower city, feeling each cord in his hands, deliberately picking out the best one for her. Something about the care and competency of it all is alluring.

               He’s winding it around her wrist, murmuring something under his breath about single column and double column ties – all of it is foreign to her, but she trusts him without question. He has never been anything but gentle, and she knows that this will be no different. Years ago, before all of the business with the Elderbrain, she wondered if she would ever trust someone again. Meeting him had quickly evaporated that worry from her mind.

               He touches her like she’s something delicate, gently helping her sit up so he can tuck her arms behind her back and begin tying the other end of the rope around her other wrist. When he finishes the knot, his palm comes to rest on the small of her back, and it takes everything within her not to shudder at the feeling of his skin against her own, however fleeting a touch it may be. She can feel every callus, reminders of a life spent working with his hands. Hands that have taken her apart more times than she can count; ghosting over her thighs, her sides, pressing against the soft muscle of her tongue, saliva pooling around them.

               She’s getting ahead of herself.

               “How does that feel?” He asks gently. She has to remind herself he’s talking about the knots and not his fucking hand.

               She gives her wrists an experimental tug, and finds nothing of offense; her range of mobility is limited, but it’s not uncomfortable. She’s mostly upset that having them behind her back means she can’t touch him.

               “Good.” There’s a breathiness to her voice now that isn’t easily concealed. His lips flicker into the ghost of a smirk.

               “That’s good. I’m not going to take things too far since it’s your first time – how do you feel about a chest harness? Nothing elaborate for now, just something simple.” His hand is still on her back, a grounding presence.

               She didn’t even know you could do that with rope.

               “Okay.” She says, and then, coherent thought coming back to her enough to provide clear consent, “Yes.”

               He hums appreciatively in the back of his throat, and she’s vaguely aware of him retrieving another cord of rope somewhere across the room. Winding it around her chest, at the top of her ribs, just below her breasts. Tying something in the back, and then around her front, over the top, the material settling against her collarbones. Draping it over her shoulders. She watches his hands while he works, and she finds that she feels light and heavy all at once; here and not, her mind pleasantly drifting in an ocean of something.

               “There.” He says after what feels like it may have been an eternity, though it was only a few minutes. “That feel okay?”

               She glances down at her chest, takes a moment to admire the way the dark red of the rope stands out against her skin, the love and care that went into the ties. Her mouth feels dry, and there’s an ache between her thighs that has quickly become hard to ignore. To trust someone like this, so implicitly, that you’d allow them to restrain you – it sends a thrill through her, the realization of how much she loves him. How much he cares.

               “It’s good.” She manages; her tongue feels like rubber, making the syllables with her mouth requires an effort. “I like it.”

               He moves to the end of the bed, his hands on his hips, drinking in the sight of her. Admiring his handiwork. There’s an innate vulnerability that comes with this – being bare before him while he’s still half-clothed, rope delicately woven across her skin, his gaze roaming over her with something ravenous in it.

               “You’re so fucking pretty like this, Tav.” He rasps, a heat in his words, and she flushes. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

               “Please.” She can’t get the word out fast enough, her eyes wide with want.

               He gently hooks his hand under her knees, pulling her thighs apart, exposing her sex to him. She’s wet – she knows it, has known it since she first settled onto the bed and told him she trusted him. He hums appreciatively at the sight, and settles himself between her thighs, his breath ghosting over her – hot and damp and dangerous.

               “Remind me of your word.”

               “Mithral. Dammon, please.” Her fingers are already curled into the sheets behind her back in anticipation, the only thing she can reach with the way she’s bound.

               He ignores her pleas. “And what happens if you say that?”

               She wants to huff in annoyance – they’ve beyond established consent at this point. But she can’t find it within herself to be frustrated; there’s something arousing about the way that he’s so insistent upon her comfort, her wellbeing, her trust. “You stop, no questions asked.”

               “Good girl.” He presses his lips against the soft slope of her inner thigh, hot and open-mouthed. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue, now.”

               She doesn’t have time to form a retort, because his mouth presses against her cunt, and she keens. He licks a stripe up the length of her slit, and when he goes over her clit she swears she has ascended; surpassed the need for flesh and bone and become something incandescent. Unconsciously, she tries to move her hands to his hair, and lets out a frustrated noise when she finds that, no, the ropes have not miraculously disappeared. He lets out a throaty chuckle at her dismay, and the vibrations make her whine, her hips canting up against the press of his tongue.

               He tuts disapprovingly and brings a forearm up to pin her down lazily. “Hold still for me, sweetheart.”

               “Fuck you.” She hisses between gritted teeth, though it comes out as little more than a whine.

               “Not quite yet.” He huffs out another laugh, and then he’s pressing his mouth against her again, his tongue flat against her clit, his free hand coming up to join it. He’s remarkably gentle as he crooks two fingers within her, pressing against that spot within her that has her babbling out a string of something nonsensical.

               It’s his enthusiasm that gets to her, really. The way he’s moaning as he takes her apart piece by piece, the soft heat in his gaze as blue eyes lock on her own. Watching, every action deliberate, gauging every reaction, every whine, every moan, every twitch of her hips against the weight of his forearm.

               “Dammon,” She moans, thin, breathy. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck –“

               “That’s the goal.”

               He’s cocky when he takes control. She doesn’t know whether she hates it or she’s intoxicated by it.

               Usually when she falls apart when they’re intimate, it’s a slow heat; something she can feel building, buzzing within her muscles well before it happens. This is something else entirely. She lets out a choked sound that’s more similar to a sob than a moan, her body shaking, her thighs weakly pressing against his face. Her hands blindly claw at the bits of linen she can reach, her head tilted back, eyes screwed shut.

               He doesn’t stop.

               “I can’t –“ She tries, her voice cracking. “Too – too much – fuck –“

               “You can give me another one.” He murmurs, pulling away for a moment to allow his jaw a rest, his fingers still pressing within her. “I know you can. Be a good girl for me, Tav.”

               “Can’t.” She manages again.

               “If you want me to stop, you know what you need to say.” There’s a gentle concern to his voice now, his eyes finding hers – warm, reassuring.

               She does not, in fact, actually want him to stop.

               Her teeth dig into her bottom lip hard enough to sting, and she surrenders herself to the pull of letting control go. She feels weightless, a buzzing in her skull, lost to everything but stimuli. It’s not entirely dissimilar to being drunk – that giddy, light sort of euphoria that seems to swallow you whole.

               “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me one more, you can do it.”

               She does. Gods above, she does. She barely bites back a shout as it rips through her, cunt fluttering around his fingers, her back arching off the mattress. It’s almost painful in its intensity, dizzying in its aftermath. She’s heaving for breath as he pulls away from her, her gaze hazy. There’s slick on his chin and a split-lip grin on his face, and she moans into his mouth when he comes up to kiss her and she can taste herself on his tongue.

               His hands ghost over her skin as they kiss, over her sides, her collarbone, her arms. Callused fingertips squeeze at her breasts, and he lets out a groan before pulling away, something frenetic and feral in his eyes.

               “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, and the way it comes out like a growl is not lost on her, sends a pleasant wave of heat straight between her thighs. “Is that what you want, Tav? You want my cock?”

               “Yes.” She all but whimpers, once again attempting to touch him and letting out a defeated sound when she cannot. “Please, Dammon, please. Need you – Need –“

               She’s not even coherently aware of the words falling out of her mouth anymore, so far removed from anything but heat and skin and sweat and want. Her limbs feel heavy, her head empty, and somewhere on the periphery of her mind she wonders if this is what people mean when they say they’ve been fucked stupid.

               He moves off of her for a moment, and she whines mournfully at the loss of contact. There’s a clumsy rustling of leather as he shoves his trousers off and kicks them somewhere on the other side of the room, and then the solid muscle of his torso is once again pressed against her chest, and she swears it shouldn’t feel as close to coming home as it does.

               One of his hands comes down to guide himself, the other bracing himself above her, and she nearly sobs when he presses into her. He stays like that for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, his lips parted, breath ghosting over her own mouth.

               “You’re doing so well for me, Tav.” His voice is strained and hoarse, and she wonders if he’s as far gone as she is. “Feel so fucking good. Do you want me to move, sweetheart?”

               She nods – because speech has, at this point, largely failed her. She’s looking up at him rather dumbly, her mouth open, her eyes glossed over. Brainless. Boneless. He groans and pulls his hips back slowly, and her thighs instinctively come up to wrap around his waist when he pushes back in. The contact is not enough – she longs to dig her nails into his shoulders, to pull him down for another kiss, to run her hands over his chest.

               “So pretty.” He presses a sloppy kiss to the soft column of her throat. “So fucking pretty. All mine.”

               “Yours.” Clarity rears its head enough for one syllable. “Yours.”

               The hand that isn’t bracing himself comes to cup her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip, and there’s something tender in his eyes that almost feels out of place here. Love bleeding through lust, overwhelming in its intensity. His movements are slow but steady, and if it weren’t for the ropes and the way she’s certain she’s left this plane of existence, she’d almost venture to call this making love.

               “Do you think you can give me one more?” He asks, more breath than anything else. “Wanna feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

               She nods slowly, the words taking a moment to process in her head. He kisses her once before removing his hand from her cheek, bringing it between them to circle over her clit. She’s over-sensitive from the last two times, and she’s not going to last long, but there’s a part of her that wishes this moment could stretch out forever. That she could lose herself in this – no weight of responsibility, no titles, no real world; just skin on skin and him looking into her eyes.

               “That’s it.” He murmurs as she moans softly. “Just like that. One more. You can do it.”

               The third is not nearly as intense as the first two; it’s similar to the way it usually feels with him – heat building in her muscles, her toes curling. Pressure, and then release. Her face twists as she rides it out, her head tilting back against the pillows, skin slick with sweat. His rhythm stutters, and his hips still on his next thrust, a choked moan spilling past his own lips.

               He’s pretty when he comes, she thinks hazily. His brow knits together, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. She’s vaguely aware of his fingers grasping at the sheets, of the sweat on his skin.

               They stay like that for a time, him still inside of her, his forehead pressed against hers. The only sound is the ragged heave of their breath into the stillness of the room. He pulls away gently, and she lets out a soft noise as he pulls out of her. He pads out of the room, and for half a moment she wonders if perhaps she’s done something wrong, but he’s back just as quickly. He sits her up gently and kisses her shoulder as he starts to undo the knots of the rope.

               She’d nearly forgotten she was tied up, truthfully.

               “You did so well, sweetheart.” His voice is soft and low, soothing. “So well. I’m going to get you untied and then we’re going to get in the bath, okay? I’ve already started the water.”

               She nods, suddenly plagued by profound fatigue. Certainly not the worst she’s ever felt – that would have been ages ago, when she was fighting every day, without a proper bed to sleep in at night. She feels an awful lot like jelly, her skeleton seemingly having given up the ghost in the sixty seconds it took for him to start the water and come back to untie her.

               She flexes her wrists experimentally once the bindings are undone, furrows her brow at the ache in her joints at the movement. He frowns softly and reaches over to the nightstand to offer her a potion in a small glass bottle.

               “For the pain.” He explains, and something twists in her chest at the kindness. The preparation he put into all of this.

               She downs it in one go, and gently sets the bottle back on the stand, and she’s pleased to find that the ache dissipates almost immediately, leaving a pleasant tiredness in its wake.

               “Are you feeling okay? Do you think you can stand?”

               She nods, her feet making contact with the carpeted floor. They make a slow walk to the bathroom, and he hadn’t been lying. The tub is already filled with water hot enough for there to be steam swirling over the top of it, the scent of some kind of oil hanging heavy in the air – floral and bright.

               He gets in first, and she joins him after, settling between his legs. Her back presses against his chest, her head tilting back against his shoulder. He kisses the crown of her head before wrapping his arms around her, and she feels overwhelmingly, undoubtedly safe.

               “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks after a long moment, and there’s a hint of shyness to his words. Always so considerate, so worried about her.

               “I did.” She cranes her head to look up at him, eyes locking onto his own. “Very much so.”

               He relaxes immediately, his shoulders coming down, his jaw less tight. “Good. I was worried that perhaps you might have changed your mind.”

               “Dammon,” She laughs, soft. “You made me cum three times. I don’t really think I’m in a place to complain.”

               “Well –“ She swears she’s never seen him flustered before, but tonight seems to be fertile ground for firsts. “That doesn’t mean you’re obligated – I can make you cum without ropes, I mean –“

               She silences him with a kiss. “I enjoyed it. I would like to do it again in the future.”

               She settles against him once more, letting the warmth of the water seep into her bones. She cannot recall a time she’s ever felt so completely and wholly content. He is, perhaps, one of the safest people she’s ever come to know, and the fact that she gets to hold his heart in her hands is an honor that she is grateful for each and every day.

               She slips into soft sleep to the feeling of his hands massaging soap into her hair, a quiet murmur of ‘I love you’ against her shoulder.

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[thecampjuicebox]

Sending this BG3 idea to a bunch of different blogs to see what they do with it: Tav uses edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown. (Enjoy!)

I love writing Raphael smut, it really does things to me, This is such a clever idea! ty so much for submitting! I hope you enjoy 💞 (This one's gonna be a little longer because the build up is just too good. I NEED SEXUAL TENSION YOU CAN CUT WITH A KNIFE)

Persuasion

Pairing: Raphael x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd person

Warnings: Smut, edging, orgasm denial, oral, p in v sex, game spoilers

The afternoon busyness of Sharess' Caress could give even the most resilient orc a headache. Drunken Fists scatter the seats in front of the bar, yelling and clinking mugs of mead and plonk together recklessly while their escorts roll their eyes and put on a pretty smile for extra gold coin. Had Raphael not asked the group to meet him here, of all places, Tav would've avoided it at all costs. One character at the bar stands out, a dwarf with dark curly hair and warm, sun kissed skin. The barmaid exchanges a few words with her about the new brew, offering her a cup and frowning when she decides against it, opting for her regular. She reaches for Tav's arm, stopping her in her tracks as she tries to duck and dodge through the line of eager lads and lasses.

"Tav, is it?"

"Who's asking?"

The dwarf grins up at Tav and slides off of her stool, mug of drink still held steady in her small hand. Tav eyes her short stature for a moment, the strong smell of sulfur assaulting her nostrils. "Raphael is looking for you. He's upstairs, second door on the right. You'd be smart to get there promptly." The dwarf settles back onto her stool and turns toward the bar once more, acting as if she'd never even said a word to Tav. In a bout of confusion, Tav shakes her head and slides through the growing crowd toward the stairs, footsteps careful and calculated to avoiding stepping on any toes. Gods forbid she piss someone off here. Up the stairs, second door to the right. Tav pants for a moment, smoothing her hair back, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she contemplates knocking on the door. What business does she have making deals with devils? None whatsoever. But she'll be damned if she doesn't try something to rid her of the wriggling pest behind her eye. White knuckles tap against the heavy oak door in front of her. "Enter." A deep voice thunders from inside of the room. With momentary hesitation, she reaches for the knob, pushing the door open carefully. Eyes scan the contents of the room. Definitely nicer than she anticipated in a place like the Caress.

Gold and red velvet furniture, clean wood floors, a beautifully kept tub that she'd give her left arm to soak in for just a few minutes. Sitting at the edge of the bed was Raphael. Dark hair brushed back in its usual way. He leans back on his hands, warm eyes fixing on Tav's frame as she enters the room, closes the door, and turns to him. "You wanted to speak with me?" Tav says confidently, arms crossing over her supple breasts, pressing them closer to her. The devil grins at her, patting the spot next to him on the plush velvet bed, his fingers tracing little circles into the expensive fabric as he waits. "Mm, yes, little Mouse. We have much to discuss."

Little Mouse makes Tav shudder, the pet name always igniting a part of her deep within that she refuses to acknowledge most times. However, now may be time for her to use it. Tav takes a careful seat at the devil's side, crossing her legs neatly, one foot ever so slightly resting against Raphael's leg. His eyes snap to her. A low growl rumbles in his throat before he speaks and she smiles up at him in the sweetest way she knows how. "One thing before we finally begin.." Raphael says with a grin, snapping his fingers. All falls silent. Tav looks around, puzzled. The constant whirring in her brain ceases. Her thoughts are hers. It's.. Unsettling. She looks to the devil in shock, eyes wide open. "Did you just cure me of the tadpole? With a click of your fingers?" She spouts. Raphael chuckles loudly, head tilting back between his shoulder blades. "Wouldn't that be exquisite? But no. Sadly, the tadpole is still there. However, I did shut out your other visitor for a while so we could enjoy some privacy." His voice is soft and deep. It sends a shiver down Tav's spine. Raphael's fingers dance along Tav's thigh. Goosebumps raise on her skin and she shifts in her seat, inhaling sharply at the almost enjoyable touch of the man in front of her. The scent of cherries and sulfur fill her nose and make her dizzy. "The illithid can't hear us."

She'd thought of giving herself to Raphael many times. They'd only met on a few occasions. Once in the Blighted Village, another in the Lost Light Inn, once more outside of Thorm's Mausoleum. Each time she couldn't help but stare. daydream about the devil, and all of the things he could give her. She swiftly shakes the thoughts from her head and focuses her attention back to Raphael's words, hands folding in her lap to keep her fingers occupied. With a nervous clear of her throat she regains her confidence. "Then speak freely. Tell me why you've brought me here." Raphael leans in closer, his warm lips nearly brushing the overly sensitive tip of Tav's pointed ear. He speaks smoothly to her, a firm hand finding purchase on her thigh. "I brought you here because I am true to my word. I can make all of this tadpole business go away. Let us speak plain." He sits back and moves his hand to Tav's chin, grasping her jaw between his warm fingers. Tav grits her teeth for a moment, too stunned to move. Too stunned to speak. She just listens.

"I'll admit, You've impressed me. I didn't think you'd make it this far. But no matter how far you've come.. You're still on the road to ruin." His last word feels like venom. Hot. Seething. It makes Tav uncomfortable, but only for a moment. She shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head to the side, releasing her jaw from his grasp. His hand lowers to his side again and he narrows his eyes. "You have the key to destroying the Elder brain in the palm of your hand. The Astral Prism. The Gith inside of it. I can give you the means to set him free." Tav's ears perk up at Raphael's words, her body instinctively leaning closer to him with excitement. Her teeth grasp onto her plush bottom lip and she chews on it for a moment as she ponders her words. "Hm.. Go on." A quiet shuddering breath escapes Raphael as Tav leans in closer to him, her natural scent enough to stoke the fires already burning for her within. He knits his eyebrows together and stands, turning his back to her while he speaks to hide his obvious arousal. "The Orphic Hammer. An artefact capable of shattering Prince Orpheus' chains is held securely at my House of Hope even now."

Tav shoots to her feet, boots scuffling against the polished wooden floor of Raphael's room. "Perfect - Give it to me." Her words are eager. Excited. This is all she needed. One step closer to eradicating the Elder Brain and the worm taking up space in her skull. Raphael turns to Tav now, fingers twitching at his sides. She steps toward him curiously, their height difference causing her to stare up at him. She quirks an eyebrow. "Convenient that you have exactly what I need." With a grin, he reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Isn't it just? And it's even more convenient that you can give me exactly what I want in return." A heavy sigh rumbles in Tav's chest as she turns away from the devil now, arms crossing back over her chest as she ponders her next move. Of course he wants something in return, he's a gods damn devil. She fakes a smile, turning back to fix her gaze on his. "Just tell me what you want." His smile widens, his eyes narrow once more, his voice lowers to a deep breathy tone that nearly earns a whimper from Tav. "I want the crown that dominates the Elder Brain." A slow nod of Tav's head make's Raphael's eyes light up. "So it's settled then? A crown for a Hammer. A bargain of a lifetime."

"I'm tempted.. But tell me, why are you so eager to get ahold of the crown?" Tav's eyebrows raise slightly to punctuate her question, her arms falling to rest her hands on her hips. Raphael's eyes fall to where Tav places her hands and he can't help but chew at his bottom lip, focused on the way she sways as she waits for his answer. He's enamored. Hypnotized by her. By her confidence. Shaking his head, his eyes meet hers again. The sparkling orbs nearly knock the wind out of his chest. An anxious clear of the throat sets him back on track. "Power. Ancient and full of wonder. I have craved it ever since the archwizard Karsus created it. I know that the folly of mortals could be the triumph of devils, and that I can use that crown to unite the nine under one archdevil supreme. Me." Raphael raises his fist as he speaks, his eyes following it up into the air, voice booming loudly in the small room. Tav wavers for a moment. He seems hellbent on the trade. Tav gets the hammer to free herself and her companions from the Elder Brain and the tadpoles and he gets.. World ending power. Tapping her fingers against her hips, she thinks, chewing the inside of her cheek as her eyes wander the devil standing in front of her.

"Or.." Tav starts, a grin curving the corners of her soft lips, feet stepping slowly toward Raphael. "We could.. Make a different trade." The rising of Raphael's brows is an indicator to Tav that he is, in fact, interested. His ears perk up, and so does his cock as Tav presses her small frame against his taller one, hands exploring the sides of his ribcage. His breath falters. What in the hells is she doing? Trembling fingers find their way into the back of Tav's hair, tugging the locks backward to force her gaze upon him. He growls down at her. "What kind of game are you playing, little mouse?" The whimper that escapes Tav at the rough tug of her hair is enough to drive Raphael positively mad, his hips instinctively pressing firmly into hers, chasing friction. Heat rises between their bodies. Molten. A dangerous game indeed, Tav rolls her hips against Raphael's, earning a groan. She has him right where she wants him. "When was the last time you took a lover, Raphael?" The question puzzles the devil. He ponders for a moment, watching as Tav slides her body down his, sinking to the floor on her knees. Then it clicks.

"Are you.. Suggesting I trade the Hammer for.. Pleasure?"

"Would you?"

"Never."

With expert finesse, Tav's fingers work the laces of Raphael's leathers, his blatantly angry erection begging to burst free from its confinement. "Never?" She mumbles, lips pressing themselves firmly to the bulge beneath the fabric, leaving a trail of sloppy, open mouthed kisses along the length. Raphael's head falls back, a hand resting gently on the back of Tav's head to guide her. "N-Never." he wavers. Tav isn't convinced. Her eyes meet his, hands tugging his leathers down just far enough to allow his cock to spring free, tip already weeping with precum. She gasps. "Gods, Raphael.. So hard for me." Her voice is like the sweetest wine. Intoxicating and sweet with an unmistakable sting. His cock twitches with excitement. "Are you sure you can't be persuaded?" As the final word spills from her lips, Tav wraps her mouth around the head of Raphael's cock, watching as his jaw falls slack. Raphael's chest heaves with a heavy gasp. While being a devil that has bedded and been bedded by many lovers, he's never been known to last very long. His own Incubus often pokes fun at his lack of stamina.

The gentle suck of Tav's lips around his cock makes his knees buckle and he pushes Tav's head away quickly, backing himself toward the bed to sit and steady his wobbly legs. An almost evil giggle rumbles from Tav as she crawls toward the devil on all fours, eyes keeping constant contact with his. "Never?" she repeats, standing up slowly. She works the laces of her own leathers now, kicking her boots off swiftly to allow her leathers to fall to her ankles. She steps out of them, a hand finding its way between her thighs to show him how soaked she is. How ready she is for him. Raphael's mouth waters at the sight. Free of undergarments, cunt already dripping for him. She's a vision. His hands reach for her hips, tugging her onto his lap with the eagerness of a starved man. He licks his lips. "Mouse.." To torture him further, Tav lowers her hips to his, sopping wet cunt dragging deliciously slow against his painfully hard cock. A quiet moan escapes her involuntarily and she buries her face into the crook of his hot neck, inhaling his scent deeply. Rough hands find purchase on the globes of her ass, guiding her hips back and forth and she mumbles against his skin between open mouthed kisses. "Let me hear you, devil.." A primal growl erupts from Raphael's chest at her request, hips bucking up against her desperately.

"I need you, little mouse. You've driven me mad with desire." A smirk plasters itself on Tav's lips and she leans up to whisper into his ear, hips working against his slowly still. "And I need the Hammer." Hot breath fans out over Tav's neck as Raphael leans in to sink a bite into her sensitive skin. She yelps like an injured pup, nails digging into the devil's shoulder blades. His lips adorn a smirk of their own. "Then find me the crown, and the Hammer will b-" before he can finish his sentence, Tav lines his cock up with her entrance, sliding herself down onto his length. The stretch burns. Gods, it burns. She waits, allowing herself time to adjust before finding a short bouncing rhythm. After a moment of bouncing for her own pleasure, she lifts her hips enough for his cock to plop out and land against his stomach with a soft slap. Raphael grunts, reaching down to line himself up again and slide inside, the grip of Tav's walls making his hips buck upwards. Slow thrusts back and forth force the head of his cock up into her cervix and Tav nearly loses her composure, hands making to his broad shoulders now to steady herself. Raphael's jaw falls open, already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. The twitch of his cock makes Tav stop her movements once more and the devil beneath her whimpers pathetically.

"Please don't stop.. I'm so close."

"Give me the hammer and I'll have you seeing stars, devil."

Another low whine spills from his lips as he ruts up into Tav's walls, bottoming out over and over again, chasing his end. She stops his movements again with a lift of her hips. "Give me.. The Hammer." she growls into his ear, her own hand twisting itself into the deep brown curls on the back of his head. Raphael is a puddle beneath her, submission he's only ever shown to Haarlep. Then she continues her movements. Hips crash against one another like waves on the shore. Still he chases his end, and still, Tav denies him. His legs tremble. Sweat beads up on his tan forehead. Eyes roll back into his skull. A constant state of painful bliss. "I need to- Please- I'm gonna-" Tav shakes her head at the pathetic display, the devil begging her for release. The irony pleases her. "Give me what I want and you can cum, Raphael. Swear to me. Swear you'll give me what I want." Tav begins to rotate her hips in small circles, Raphael's cock twitching uncontrollably within her fluttering insides, a filthy mixture of precum and slick coating their thighs. With a defeated nod, Raphael obliges. "The hammer is yours, Tav. I'm yours. Everything is yours. Gods, please!" he whines.

"Cum for me, devil." She moans into his ear. And just like that, he grasps her hips, rutting up into her one final time. Hot ropes of cum fill her cunt, making an absolute mess of her insides. She throws her head back, eyes falling closed, milking Raphael for all he's worth, thighs slapping together with disgusting noises. The devil holds onto her tightly. The overstimulation makes his body twitch. His throat feels raw. "Tav please.. Its too much.."

"Don't stop now. I'm not finished with you yet."

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael smut

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Dirty Little Secrets

Jake Kiszka x Fem reader

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering (m rec), oral (m rec), use of toys, anal play (m rec) overstimulation If you squint, I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any!

You didn't try to hide the smile that played on your lips as you watched Jake sitting across the table from you.

He had insisted you let him take you out to this fancy restaurant tonight. 'Let me spoil my girl for valentines day' he'd said a few days ago. It was clear now that he regretted his decision. Not the decision to spoil you, but the decision to go out.

The second you had stepped foot out of your room, leg peeking out through the high slit, he'd showered you with compliments. Now, here he was, shifting endlessly in his seat, eyes raking over you in your floor length satin slip dress every chance he got. His foot under the table sliding up and down your shin. His hands, searching for yours and repeatedly bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them. You were certain if he had sat next to you instead of across from you that he'd have his hand in your panties right now under the stark white tablecloth.

You were no better, in any regard. He looked absolutely amazing tonight. He had worn his hair half up, knowing how much you liked it. A nice pair of dress pants, and a long sleeve button down. He didn't even make it to the restaurant before he was unbuttoning the cuffs and rolling the sleeves up to the middle of his forearm. The three buttons closest to his neck had never been buttoned to begin with, allowing you to see his bare chest and the way his necklace shifted around on it when he moved. You loved that necklace, especially when it was dangling in front of face when Jake-

"Babe," you heard, tearing you from your thoughts. You shook your head and looked to him, a smirk on his lips.

"Hm?" You asked as you realized the waiter was standing next to the table,

"Do you want dessert?" Jake asked,

"I think I'm ok," You smiled sweetly to the waiter,

"I think I'm good too, can we get the check please?"

The waiter nodded and then was off.

"No dessert?" Jake teased, leaning over the table slightly, "This place has your favorite chocolate cake. It's almost like you're in a rush to get home"

"And you're not?" You jested back to him. Jake loved teasing you, but loved it even more when you teased him right back.

He shrugged, trying desperately to keep a smug indifference about him.

"You know what, dessert actually does sound nice" You moved to raise a hand to beckon the waiter,

"No, stop" He rushed out, nearly spilling his drink as he grabbed at your hand. You leaned back in your seat, giving him a satisfied grin as quickly sat back in his seat, glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone had seen him basically lunge across the table. "Touche" He said under his breath as he tried to hide his own smile.

There was a reason you were both dying to get home. The two of you had a little valentines day tradition you'd started the previous year. On valentines you both got each other one gift, but this gift was special. The gift you picked was something you wanted the other to try. Something neither of you had done before. For example, the previous year you had gotten Jake handcuffs, loving the idea of tying him up, and Jake had gotten you a flogger, ready to explore impact play with you. This was an easy way to introduce things that maybe you were too nervous to ask about otherwise. The both of you were a little timid at times when it came to things in the bedroom. This made it a fun little game, with the only rule being the other had every right to say no, and that there would be no hard feelings if they did.

The waiter brought the check and Jake handed him his card without even looking at the tab. Once he got his card back he placed a generous tip on the table and stood. He walked around behind your chair and leaned down, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder

"Lets get outta here" He whispered as he helped you stand.

Once in the car Jake slipped his hand into the slit on your dress, settling it on your thigh.

"So, do I get a hint about my gift?" he asked, glancing at you in an attempt to get a glimpse of a reaction,

"Nope" You replied, popping the 'p' sound for emphasis. To be completely honest, you were a little nervous to give him his gift. It was something you'd never even considered before....something he'd only mentioned once...but it had been enough for the thought to take root in your brain.

"Well, I have a little confession" He said, hand now moving lovingly up and down your thigh, "Your actual gift didn't get delivered in time, so the one at home is kind of a last minute place holder until your actual gift gets here" You could hear the defeat in his voice, his eyes staying away from yours, "I hope you're not too disappointed"

"All I'm hearing is that I'm getting two gifts" You put your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He turned and gave you a grateful smile.

The rest of the car ride home was silent, but Jakes hand kept wandering closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. He pulled into the garage and as soon as the car was in park you felt your heart start to race. You were more nervous than you had anticipated. You reminded yourself that the worst that could happen was that he'd say no. What were you scared of? Him judging you? He knew how depraved you were, that would not be news to him.

You both got out of the car, and Jakes hands found your hips. He kept them on you, kissing at your neck as you both made your way into the house and towards the bedroom.

"Will you open mine first?" he mumbled against your skin as you both came to a halt at the end of the bed.

"Of course" You responded, craning your neck as he adorned you with one more hot kiss before stepping away. He walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and bringing out a medium sized box.

"Like I said, it's only a place holder....but I hope you still like it" He handed you the box and you stepped over to the dresser, setting it on the top and slowly pulling the ribbon free. Jake had once again settled behind you, chin on your shoulder as he watched you open the gift. His hips were pressed into your ass and you could feel him slowly starting to get hard beneath his pants.

As soon as you opened it you recognized the printed tissue paper. This was from the little lingerie boutique in town you frequented, but could never justify spending any money at.

"Jake" Your eyes met his in the mirror, a mischievous grin on his face as he raised his brows in question, "Is this a present for me, or you"

"It might be a little self-serving" He huffed a laugh, "Keep going"

You continued to unwrap it, a genuine gasp leaving your lips as you realized what it was.

"You like it?" he asked softly, hands wrapping around your middle as he waited for your answer,

"I love it," You were at a loss for words, "How did you...?"

"I saw you eyeing it the last time we were out," He admitted.

You lifted the matching set out of the box. A bustier style top with matching panties. They were a valentines day set, baby pink with small red embroidery hearts scattered over the lace. The panties were bikini cut but had a heart shaped cutout on the back.

"Will you put it on for me?" he asked, "I know you'll look stunning"

"I will, but I want you to open your present first," you placed the delicate fabric back in the box and motioned for him to sit on the bed.

He reluctantly released you and took a spot at the end of the bed, taking the opportunity to slip his shoes and shirt off. You made your way to the closet, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the small box. You walked back over and held the box out for him. He took the box from you and then tugged you over, having you sit on his thigh.

You held your breath as you watched him unwrap it, watching his features change as he tried to decipher what he was looking at. In the small box was a matte black vibrating butt plug, and next to it was the small remote. You were shocked when a smile spread on his face.

"What was it you said earlier?" He looked up to you, "Is this gift for me or for you?" using his pointer and thumb he tilted your chin down to him,

"I-uh," you tried and failed to form words, your cheeks heating now that you were on the spot, "It's...its not for me"

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked back down to the box, as if trying to put two and two together. His head snapped back to you, and he let go of your chin, completely recoiling from you

"Oh" He breathed, swallowing hard

"You can say no," You started to ramble nervously, "I just know you mentioned it once....but if you don't want to... you can just use it on me, I'm sorry I shouldn't-"

"Baby, baby, shhh" He placed the box on the bed and took your hands, "I'm not saying no, I just wasn't expecting it" He stole one more glance at the box and then looked back to you, "Why don't you go get changed and I'll think about it?" he brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. You nodded, standing up and making your way to the bathroom after grabbing the box from the dresser.

Once in the bathroom you took a few centering breaths. He hadn't said no, not yet. He hadn't judged you, if anything the look in his eye had been curious. It didn't occur to you until now that maybe he was even more nervous than you to admit he might want this. Or maybe even more nervous to actually do it. You realized that you would probably have to be the calm reassuring one once you stepped back out there.

You stripped out of your clothes and put the lingerie on. You loved the way it made you feel. The small boost of confidence a set of lingerie always gave you. You pulled your hair up, shook off the last of your nerves and opened the bathroom door.

Your eyes landed on Jake, laid back on the bed with just his boxers on now. In one hand he held the plug, eyeing it as he maneuvered it with his fingers. The other hand was busy palming his erection through the thin fabric. The lights had been dimmed and a few candles had been lit around the room,

"I want to-" He stopped mid sentence when he looked up to you, "Look...at....you," he crooned, shifting on the bed a little and squeezing himself a little tighter. "You were right, that was a gift for me, and I'm thoroughly enjoying it"

"Yeah?" You gave a little spin, taking time to give your ass a little shake when you face away from him. Looking over your shoulder you saw that cheshire cat grin on his face.

"Yeah" He said, already sounding breathless as he slipped his hands into his boxers. You moved to the end of the bed, leaning over to give him a good view of your cleavage spilling out the top of the bustier.

"What about that?" You inclined your head to the small contraption in his hand, "Is that for you.....or for me tonight?" You bent forward, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of his ankle but your eyes stayed fixed on his face.

He looked to the toy in his hands and his cheeks blushed as he started to speak,

"I do want to try," He paused, watching you brush your lips up his calf and your hands planted themselves on his plush thighs, "I'm just a little nervous" he dropped the toy to his chest and his free hand landed on yours atop his leg.

"And thats ok," you kissed the back of his knee, and you heard him lose a sigh, you could feel the tension leaving him with every kiss, "I was nervous too the first time"

His thumb ran back and forth over the back of your hand,

"I only want it if you want to" He said, voice just a whisper as your mouth kissed his thighs now. His hair was still half back, but a few stray pieces were starting to stick to his face,

"I want it Jake," You dug your fingers into his thighs a little harder, kissing the sensitive inside of them and he groaned, lifting his hips just a little and then settling them back on the bed, "It feels so good, It is almost too much at first, and its easy to feel overwhelmed, but if you relax and just feel it.."

You words trailed off as you moved to his hip bone, pulling the waistband of his briefs down and sucking the skin into your mouth, leaving a small purple mark there.

"It feels really good, and for you its supposed to feel even better.."

Your hands moved to his hips as you knelt between his legs, hooking your fingers into the band of his briefs and tugging them down. His hand was fisted around his hard length, moving languidly as you tossed the material to the floor.

You leaned over him, kissing his soft stomach. His hand found its way to the nape of your neck. His soft moans and gasps were like music to your ears as you slowly made your way up his abdomen. You grabbed the toy in your hand, not trying to bring much attention to the movement. Your mouth made it to his nipple, sliding it between your teeth as a hiss left his mouth.

"Baby," he whined. He used his grip on the back of your neck to bring your mouth to his. His kisses were slow, but so intentional. His mouth moved in perfect unison with yours, he knew the perfect moments to slip his tongue against yours and you knew the same for him. You could feel his knuckles brushing against your stomach with every stroke of his hand as he moaned into your mouth. "Please touch me,"

"I'm going to love, just taking things slow" You said softly as you pulled away. He nodded as he watched you settle between his legs again. You reached for the small remote on the bed and handed it to Jake, "this is yours right now"

He watched intently as you brought the plug to your mouth and made a show of slicking it with your spit, "Turn it on"

A look of wariness flashed across his face and his breathing picked up, but he obliged and it whirred to life.

You lowered to your stomach, eye level with his perfect cock as you took it from his hand. The vibrations in your hand were nothing too crazy, but enough to be felt thats for sure. You pressed the black plastic against him, on the underside of his cock right below his tip.

He took in a sharp breath and his cock twitched in your hand, you trailed it down the underside to his base.

"Is it too much?" You asked, bending forward to lick a stripe up his length,

"No, it feels.....don't stop" He said before taking his bottom lip between his teeth,

"I'm going to keep doing this, you let me know when you're ready" You didn't give him much time to answer before you sank your mouth down him, keeping the vibrations against the base of him while you bobbed your head up and down.

Watching him writhe on the bed under your touch had you absolutely soaking through your pink lace panties, but you couldn't be fucked to care about that right now, not with how focused you were on Jake.

"Can you finger me first, it always feels so good" he whined, hand reaching down towards your face. A lightbulb popped on, had he just said..

"What did you just say?" You asked with a raised brow and a wicked smile, continuing to hold the vibrations against him,

His head popped up, eyes wide like a doe in headlights, cheeks taking on a shade of pink like you'd never seen,

"Jacob," You crooned, "Have you been keeping secrets from me?"

"I-" He started, and it was quickly evident to you he didn't know what to say,

"Come on baby, use your words and tell me all your dirty little secrets" he whimpered as you moved the vibe back up to his tip, nestling it against his frenulum.

"I just tried it one day" He rushed out, "You just liked it so much I got curious"

"Tell me more" You urged him on. "Tell me about the first time"

"You were gone at work- I- fuck" he stuttered, "I'm gonna cum if you dont stop"

You took the toy away from his skin and tossed it to the side. You let him catch his breath, not missing the fact that he was reluctant to make eye contact with you,

"Jake," You called softly. His eyes slowly moved to your face, "I want to make you feel good, thats why I want you to tell me," You took his cock in your hand and started slowly stroking it, "Plus I think I could cum just from hearing you talk about this"

"Really?" he asked, his hand running up and down his thigh nervously,

"Really, it's so fucking hot" you reassured him,

"You-you were gone at work, and I was thinking about the first time you asked me to touch you there, and how much you liked it...you came so hard that day" He groaned and bucked his hips up at the memory,

"Mmm," You hummed, reaching your free hand to take one of his, "You just had to try it didn't you?" He nodded shyly, "You find out why I like these fingers of yours so much?"

"Yes, they feel so good y/n" He admitted, "But I want to feel yours, please don't make me wait anymore" He brought your hand to his mouth, sucking your pointer finger past his lips and swirling his tongue around it, a glorious pout on his face, "Please,"

It sounded as if he might break down if you didn't give him what he wanted, showing him mercy you pulled your slick finger from his mouth and brought it between his legs,

At the smallest pressure from your finger his head fell back and his lips parted, as you slowly pressed in a relieved moan filled the room,

"Is that good?" you asked, pressing kisses to his thigh,

"Yes..can you-"

You started to carefully move and curl your finger, already knowing what he wanted,

"Jesus-fuck-" He hissed through his teeth, he turning to the side as he clamped his eyes shut,

"Yeah? Is that how you like it?" He nodded vigorously, "So warm and tight around my finger" your words trailed off as you glanced down to watch your hand, "Would you let me watch next time,,?"

"Watch me?" A growl rumbled out of his chest as he realized what you meant, "Dirty fucking girl," He rasped, reaching and grabbing the plug, "Come here"

Gently you removed your finger from him, and laid next to him, draping your leg over his thigh. He tangled his hand in your hair, kissing you desperately for only a moment before pulling away,

"You can watch me right now" He whispered, "Open"

You opened your mouth and he slid the plug into it, you closed your lips around it, making sure it was adequately slick when he pulled it out,

"As soon as I get this in, I'm fucking you," He paused, kissing you again, "My cock is absolutely aching for your cunt right now"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his hand disappeared from your line of sight. You opted to focus on his face instead of his hand, watching it contort in pleasure as he kept his eyes locked on yours. His breathing picked up in speed and before you knew it he was on top of you, slotted between your legs, and pushing your panties to the side,

"You're soaked" He smirked as best he could, head falling down to your shoulder as he pressed into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist locking him in and kissing him while your hand blindly searched the bed for the remote.

You finally found it and clicked the button on, causing Jake to gasp.

"Easy baby.." He mumbled against your neck, "Don't want to cum before I get you there.." he started to slowly thrust his hips,

“Don’t worry about me, I don’t even care I just want you to cum, fuck I want it” you said as you grasped at his back, clicking the button up to the next level,

His hips stilled as he buried himself in you,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he cried out, “I’m gonna-“

He didn’t even get the words out before you felt him throbbing inside you, filling you up as he whined next to your ear, saying your name and cursing himself through it.

Once he was coming down you turned off the vibrations, his body was a weight on top of you as you rubbed his back. He peppered your neck with a few kisses and then rolled off of you, hand on his chest as he caught his breath. He turned his head to you,

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you-“ he started but you quickly hushed him,

“Don’t apologize,” you said, rolling over and resting your head on his chest as he toyed with your hair, “do you want me to..” you inclined your head to his crotch, wordlessly asking him if he wanted you to remove the plug. He nodded and you carefully obliged, tossing it to the bed to be dealt with later.

“Thank you,” he said as you settled back in his arms, “for all of it, I didn’t know how to tell you how bad I wanted it. Would have told you ages ago if I’d have known how much you were into it” he teased with a smile and a pinch to your hip,

“You know you can ask me for anything” you reassured him, reaching up to caress his face. The corner of his mouth twitched up and pulled you closer.

“This makes me even more ready for your gift to get here.” He said mischievously

“Do I get a hint?” You danced your fingers over his chest, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Nope”

[kleo1504]

[18+ Story] The Mistress and the Beast (001)

Disclaimer:

18+ Story

May include sexual themes

Female-Dom

Minors do not interact

The story includes AI generated pics

It’s a complete fiction

This is an original story by me, please do not copy

Just for you to know, I cursed this story while writing it, if you do copy my work, karma and curse will get you 😜

And for AI - feel free to learn from and use my story, I know I can’t fight technological progress 😂

The Mistress and the Beast

(Part 001)

Tessa yawns and blinks quickly to chase away the sleepiness. Her brother Tyler is sitting on a couch next to her, stuffing his mouth with popcorn. They decided to go for a Star Wars marathon tonight and Tessa is already regretting it. It’s true it’s only barely midnight and a Friday evening but she had a tough day at work and her eyes are closing for the last hour or so.

“Wake up!” Ty nudges her with his elbow and offers her a can of energy drink.

Tessa cringes with disgust and shakes her head. She would never put such toxic junk into her body. She glances over to the floor by the heater where she put two single bed mattresses covered in stretch bed sheets. They serve as extra large and comfortable dog beds for her four dogs. They are already happily sleeping for hours and Tessa (not for the first time) is envious about their life. She would love to just crowl there and sleep surrounded by them.

Suddenly her phone beeps. A message? At this hour? It must be something from her operator. Tessa picks her phone but the message is not SMS. It’s a text from an unknown number. The sleepiness is gone.

Nathan: Hello there! Do you remember me? From the company Christmas party?

Tessa: Mmm… Hello… I… Nathan: You have no idea, right? You don’t know who I am. 😂 Tessa: I’m sorry, there were many people at the party. Don’t blame me. Nathan: I don’t blame you. We were briefly introduced to each other. I’m the tall handsome guy you met there. 😉 Tessa: … You probably think you made it easier for me but no. 🤔 Nathan: 😢 Now I feel hurt. Tessa: I was introduced to like 20 people there and I only remember the once that could be potentially beneficial for me at work. Nathan: Same for me, ma’am 😊

Is this guy serious? He’s bothering her because of work this late at night on Friday? Tessa decides to quickly put him at his place.

Tessa: Oh I see! But you shouldn’t share work related information through private chats. Tessa: Please use the official secured communication channels. Tessa: Like company email or our secured instant messaging app. Tessa: Send your inquiry there. Is it urgent? It’s no longer my business hours but if it’s important, I can log in. Nathan: 😂😂😂😂😂 Nathan: Oh dear! No! Wait! I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Nathan: I should have stopped you earlier but I was laughing so hard. Tessa: I don’t follow… Nathan: I’m not texting to solve work related issues. Although I admire your professionalism. 😉 👍 Tessa: 🙄 Nice… What do you want then?

Tessa pinches the bridge of her nose. Another cocky idiot from work. Tessa works in a bank and it’s a perfect environment for Alpha males with overgrown egos. She met several of these before.

Nathan: Come dine with me! 🍷 Tessa: Excuse me? Nathan: Don’t you eat in the evening? Tessa: It’s nearly midnight. Nathan: And you’re up. So get dolled up. I’ll send you a cab. Tessa: … Tessa: You can’t be serious. Nathan: Come on! I’m in the hotel bar alone. Come and keep me company! Nathan: I hate eating alone. Tessa: I’m sorry but that sounds like your problem. Why should I bother?

Is this guy even real? How can he think she would just come running at him snapping his fingers like that? Someone would need a proper trimming of their ego here.

Nathan: Come on, babe! Don’t make me beg. Tessa: Well, if you ask me to actually get up, make myself decent Nathan: You don’t have to be decent 😉 😈 Tessa: 🙄 … ride a cab and keep you company as if you were a 10-year old boy Tessa: A little begging is mandatory, to be frank Nathan: … Nathan: No, seriously. I never beg. So just come over and let’s have fun! 🎆 Tessa: If you beg me 😎 Nathan: 🙄 Ah! Fine! PLEEEEEEEEASE! Nathan: Happy now? Are you coming? Give me your address so I can send you a cab.

Tessa is already fully awake anyway. This macho man clearly needs to teach some manners. She gives him an address of a nearby non-stop convenience store, she would never share her address with this guy. She briefly informs her brother about her plans.

“Send me his phone number and name and ask the cab driver where he’s taking you and text me so I can inform the police if you don’t come back. And take the taser gun and pepper spray with you.” He says, his eyes never leaving the screen with Luke Skywalker destroying the Death Star.

“As always. I’ll text you when I arrive on the spot and everytime I manage to go to the restroom.”

Ty shows thumb up.

Tessa jumps into a cab dressed for success but she’s covered in a nice black coat. She quickly interviews the cab driver and texts Tyler. Once she’s standing in front of a fancy hotel, she texts her brother again and heads to the hotel bar. She leaves her coat in the dressing room so she enters the bar with confidence, dressed in tight shimmery leggings combined with black leather and lace tunic. It’s not exactly revealing apparel but inspires the imagination. Tessa works hard, doing yoga and weightlifting, to maintain her hour-glass figure. She’s not exactly chubby but she’s got plenty of curves, suggesting she’s not denying herself a cake from time to time. Tessa wears her shoulder-length wavy blond hair out of her steel grey eyes using black stretch bandana.

Tessa quickly scens the room and notices a tall dark stranger by the bar. It must be Nathan. She strides confidently towards him. When she’s half way there, he looks up from his drink and his eyes lock with hers. A smug smile appears on his face and Tessa can’t wait to wipe it off.

“You look even better than I remember from the Christmas party.” Nathan says as Tessa takes a seat on a bar stool next to him. “What do you drink?”

“Matcha tea if I’m supposed to stay awake at this hour.” Tessa says and nods at the bartender to call him.

“You’re not a night-owl, huh?” Nathan chuckles. “But seriously? A tea?” Tessa looks into his jade green eyes, never dodging. Nathan gulps and breaks eye contact to speak to the bartender. He asks for matcha tea for you.

“Honestly, I’m not used to listening to somebody’s orders like this.”

“And yet you are here!” Nathan smiles at her with confidence. His face is indeed handsome, all sharp angles, beautiful eyes, attractive lips and smile. He’s got short black hair, nicely layered and styled. The impression of perfection is only disturbed by the two-day shade of facial hair. Interesting detail. Men like him usually don’t skip shaving. Everything else on him is meticulously perfect.

“Scolding someone doesn’t have the same effect over messages.” Tessa retorts.

Nathan laughs again and stands up. “Why don’t we sit at the table and have dinner so you can go back to bed…” He makes a pause and checks Tessa out shamelessly. “... be it yours or mine.”

Tessa rolls her eyes and follows him to the table. She is served with her tea instantly. Nathan is truly tall, his body underneath an expensive suit is likely lean and toned. His walk has a certain rhythm suggesting he might be a good dancer and… well… lover.

Tessa skips the meals in the menu and checks the desserts, ogling Nathan from behind the menu.

“Anything you would like to bite?” Nathan looks up and straight into her eyes, grinning mischievously.

“Certainly but let’s eat first.” Tessa says with a quiet voice, watching the effect of her words on him.

Nathan smiles happily, clearly thinking this will end well for him. Waiter comes, Tessa orders an ice-cream sundae for herself. Nathan looks a bit surprised but he orders beef steak for himself. “Ice-cream? Don’t you want anything more?” He asks as soon as the waiter is gone.

“I’ve already had dinner. I’m fine with just the dessert.” Tessa says and looks into his eyes. “Why do you need me to sit here with you?” She asks.

Nathan shifts a bit on his chair. “I told you. I don’t like to eat alone.”

“Why me, though? You could easily hit on any woman in this hotel.”

“I remembered our meeting at the party. That’s all.”

“Did I make such a big impression on you?”

“Well, clearly I didn’t impress you when you didn’t remember me.” He chuckles but it’s more insecure than joyful laughter. Nathan clears his throat. “Why did you come?”

“I was curious.”

“And? What’s the verdict?”

“Hmm… it’s not bad but it could be better.” Corners of Tessa’s mouth rise a bit in a teasing smile.

“Was I way too bossy?”

“You were.”

“I’m sorry. I’m used to giving orders and I expect them to be followed.”

“I’m the same.”

Nathan’s eyes sparkle. “I’m afraid I won't let you boss me.”

“Did I ask for your permission?” Tessa says calmly, her eyes fixing him on the spot.

“No, seriously, I think I’m not ready for something like this.” Nathan says and his voice is much more nervous than before.

Tessa shrugs her shoulders. “Text me when you are ready, then.” She stands up.

“What? Wait! You’re leaving? What about your ice-cream?”

“You can have it. It’s the only dessert you’re gonna enjoy tonight anyway.” Tessa breezes over her shoulder walking away, aware of his piercing eyes following her every move and sway of her hips.

To be continued...

#original story #original character #oc story #smut story #smut

[plentyoffandoms]

action andretti x female reader? smut, kinky, fem dom

Main Masterlist ♡ Action Andretti Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. wrap it. Minors do not read. Pure smut under the cut.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @allelitewrestlings

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

WC: 618

Tyler - Action Andretti

His gaze was intense as he kissed down my chest, nipping here and there. Kissing his way down my body until he was settled between my legs.

He was rubbing my upper thighs, kissing just above where I wanted his mouth to me. I ran my fingers through his curls, waiting for him to do what he said he was going to do.

"Tyler, stop playing around." I gripped his curls and pushed his head to where I needed him to be. I know I am dripping. I've been turned on all day since I woke up this morning, and he wasn't in bed next to me, already gone for the day.

"I got you, baby girl." Was all he said before he licked on long strip up my pussy, making me moan at finally having his talented mouth on my pussy.

But I needed more. He was thinking he was in charge of this, but this time, I was. I pulled his head away from my pussy, and him looking confused, wondering if he did something wrong.

"Lay down, Ty. On your back." He did as I asked, laying flat on his back.

I climbed on the bed, hovering my pussy over his face. We have done this before, but not very often.

I gripped our headboard and lowered my body, crying out his name when his mouth started to eat me out.

I ground my pussy against his face, not caring at this moment if he was suffocating. Not when his mouth was quickly bringing me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my mouth falling open in a silent scream.

But I needed more.

I slid down his body, until my ass bump his hard cock. I gripped it in my hand and hovered over his cock, placing the head at the entrance of my pussy.

I slowly sunk down, gasping at the stretch as he filled me, inch by agonising inch.

His hands gripped my hips, tight.

"Not going to last." He whimpered.

"That is okay, baby." I cooed. I raised my hips slowly and then slammed back down, making sure to tighten my pussy as I did.

"It's okay, Ty. You can cum." He shook his head no.

"No?" That sounded like a challenge to me.

I lifted myself and turned myself around, quickly taking him back in my pussy.

I know the one thing that will make him finish quickly. He loves nothing more than watching my ass bounce as I ride him.

"FUCK!" He cried out, his hands gripping my ass cheeks. He spread my ass cheeks and could see his cock disappearing in and out of my pussy.

My juices gathering in a ring at the base of his cock.

"So good to me, Ty. Just want you to come, baby. Need to feel you fill me."

His breathing hitched behind me, letting me know he was close.

He moved my hips even faster, but doing so, I came. I rode his cock through my orgasm, which brought his on.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist just held me as he came inside my pussy. The two of us are trying to catch our breath.

But I still wasn't satisfied.

"Ty?"

"Hmm?"

"I still need you." I looked over my shoulder at him, and I could see the surprised look.

"What do you need, love?"

By the time I was satisfied and content, he was sleeping next to me, out cold, with his arm over my stomach. His face sticky with our combined juices, as well as my pussy.

I fell asleep with the taste of his cum on my lips.

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[actuallys8n]

gn!reader | one-shot | drabble

AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

| a / n | : really just an armin simp drabble bc he’s my little blonde bb ✨ please proceed with caution my cuties i know this kind of "darker" sexual content can be hard for some readers. here’s Eren’s version if you’re interested…

| warnings | : sub!reader, bondage, degradation, mild themes of CNC, biiig dacryphilia, fingering (reader!receiving), kinda mean manipulative armin :(

| word count | : 1k

CONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING

When he ties you up…

… he’s the type to blame you for it. For the thin, light blue paracord bound tightly to your neck, arms, and thighs— confining your limbs to his mattress.

“I really didn’t want to do this to you baby…” Armin whines, voice quiet and shaking, lip tucked between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed while he yanks on the strings tying you down like a puppet master fine-tuning one of his favorite toys.

And you lay completely limp beneath his fury, allowing him to bend and bind your naked body to his will.

“You're making me do it.”

Yank— tie, repeat.

"If you just did what I asked... baby we wouldn't have to do this."

His expression is so sorrowful when he looks at you, you think he may burst into tears. But it’s all very fake; a facade he paints on whenever he gets upset with you. Maybe he could cry— but it would only be to remind you how much you’re hurting him. How hard it is for him to treat you like you’re some animal who needs to be chained up and trained.

But is it actually hard?

No, really it isn’t. The blonde man whispering apologies into your ear is anything but sorry. He knows exactly what knots to tie, where to wrap and braid the paracord so you are absolutely aching in all the right spots and begging him for more.

You recall the sting of Armin’s icy glare piercing through your back from across the room of that little local coffee shop down the road past his apartment. You had leaned a bit too close to the male barista so you could show him the drink you’d seen on the cafe’s social media page— when Armin had asked you not even three minutes before to let him order it for you once he got back from the restroom.

Call it complacency, ignorance… whatever it was, it had gotten you into some serious trouble. That colorful, fruity drink you had to have right away cost you $5 and the rest of your Sunday.

—Yank!

“Why did you do that Y/N?” He asks with voice trembling and gaze growing more desperate.

Tie.

“Is it because you want me to get upset with you?”

Repeat.

“Do you like it when men stare at you like you’re some toy?”

You wildly shake your head back and forth in an attempt to deny his accusations, the cord on your neck rubbing searing red lines into the thin skin and causing tears to spill over the hills of your cheeks.

Toy? No, not for anyone but him. You swear.

Armin frowns deeper at your weeping form. It’s almost embarrassing for him, watching you feed him lies from such a vulnerable spread-eagle position. Going as far as crying to try and get out of the neglect you knew you had coming… how sad.

A few more hard tugs on your strings and he has your thighs spread even farther apart, entirely restrained from free movement by how tight he’s bound you to the steel loops mounted to his bed frame. The veins in your legs pulse and throb against the suffocating squeeze of paracord, almost uncomfortably so. But the ache between them is much, much more distracting.

With your entire body exposed and writhing beneath him, intricately woven and braided into several yards of baby blue rope, you are now completely at his mercy.

“Do you understand why I have to punish you? Y’know how much I love you, Y/N.” He pleads one final time, sentence falling off into a broken whisper and hazy eyes locked on yours. A slender finger darts past his plush lips to coat itself in saliva, drags a thin line down your stomach before coming to an abrupt stop.

Rubbing soft, wet circles over your entrance. One, two, three… until he’s finally pushing through the tight heat between your legs and gently massaging you with a singular digit.

The intrusion is more than welcome, arms and legs itching to reach for the handsome man and hold on to him but unable because of the way he’s wrapped you up. Your chest heaves in frustration, slickened walls desperately clenching around the finger that’s slowly stroking in and out— prodding at the soft, sensitive flesh inside of you. A stark contrast to the ropes lacerating the abused skin on your appendages.

You blink through salty tears, fighting your sense and deciding then and there that breaking his rule of silence has got to be better than this. This slow, incessant and taunting pump of his hands against your cunt. The anxiety of being immobilized only heightens your frustrations and makes your blood pump harder, causing a cold sweat to build at the nape of your neck. You huff out hot air and try to glance down towards where Armin has busied himself between your legs.

“Armin, please!“

Smack— a warm hand firmly clamps over your mouth and that all-too familiar chilled glare meets your eyes.

“I told you not to talk,” He bites, interrupting your weak plea and removing his fingers from teasing you which only earns him more of your relentless tears. You quietly begin to sob at the sudden loss in pleasure and at the tight grip of regret squeezing your throat. Armin’s hand leaves your mouth and you are briefly abandoned, watching him step away from the bed and into the darkness of his closet. Only seconds later he emerges from the black, glassy blue eyes back on yours with a single silk tie held tightly in his hand.

His narrow frame saunters back towards you to stand beside the bed. “Open,” he demands quietly, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks to pry your lips apart and stuff the tie in until you gag on the soft fabric.

“Now be quiet.”

You nod this time, sobs unyielding and soaking the satin pillowcase beneath you. Armin’s expression is almost unreadable now; monotonous and beyond himself. It’s been a really, really long day… and you just keep disobeying him. Testing his patience.

He clenches his teeth in anger and sharply turns away from the beautiful, broken, and shaking creature silently begging for him from his bed to let out another long sigh. With a ruffle of his blonde hair and one hand on the doorknob, he spares you a single fleeting glance over his shoulder.

“You can lay there and think about what you’ve done.”

don’t ask why I did this…. thanks for reading beebs 🧡 master list

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[memryse]

but flypaw started tadca. i ran a block on a lot of tweets, a bunch of it led back to p*ppy twt. i'm not saying they are anything but tadca has produced a lot of boundary breaking stuff and things that cross a line into sexual stuff of a minor character. i think maybe it would be a good time for them to disavow because when i hear 'tadca' they're the first person i think of.

fly literally didn’t start it though? they were there for the start of it since they were mutuals with that person, sure, but they were by no means the creator of it. the creator was andy. (i can redact this part if he doesn’t want his name tying to it, i have him blocked on twt so i wouldn’t know LOL but i’m naming him right now so i’m not just going “nooo it wasn’t fly it was this mysterious other person”) i wonder if perhaps people think fly created it because andy isn’t on tumblr, whereas fly was already a very prominent presence on tumblr by that point so became the face associated with it on here?

the presence of content that crossed the line into borderline (or outright) gross and all the arguments surrounding it are the exact reason why fly, myself and many others have distanced ourselves from tadca. we don’t talk about it except to say “can we just let it die and move the hell on”. cinniters collectively disavowed it over a year ago because of how it ended up turning out, even though it was originally started with only good intentions (catch-all tag for content depicting cdrm as abusive, i’m not touching the obsession discourse with a six foot pole). we do not use it. the creator requested people to stop using it well over a year ago because of what a disaster it became, which has been echoed by many people including myself and, again, fly, who you’re claiming is the face of tadca. they do not want to be associated with it in any way.

i have seen fly say so many times that people need to let tadca die because they’re done with it, the tag is dead, they have not posted anything using the tag in months (though when they did they used it for lore discourse posts exclusively - let me be clear on that) and the only people continuing to talk about it or act as though fly continues to associate themself with it are people trying to accuse them of really horrible shit.

#discourse

[alextturcotte]

lols here we go again @2manytabsopen

rant no.1 

um so has everyone just forgotten that matty beniers was talking to a minor… like a person who is under the age of 18 kind of minor because i’m pretty sure that shit happened and i’m not quite sure why we are still making fics about this boy. or even talking about him but whatever you do you i guess 💀 another thing hockeyblr has somehow forgot is thomas bordeleau being besties with a rapist like excuse me. also not to mention using a euphemism of the n-word which is so very inappropriate. honestly i’m so sick and tired of people defending both of these boys' actions. stop saying they’re too young to know better like just no. there are literal 10 year olds out there that know these actions are inappropriate and completely unacceptable. so don’t anyone give me that “they’re too young to know better speech” because i will not hear it. they do and should know better than to do these things because they are grown ass people. they are both 20 years old and that is definitely old enough to understand that talking to a minor in a sexual way, associating yourself with a rapist and saying a racial slur is not okay. to be honest people that are still making fics about just whatever i don’t associate myself with the people who do and i block the tags and shit. it just annoys me that people don’t give a fuck and choose to ignore the issues at hand. 

rant no.2 

again with the talking shot about WAGS !!! like excuse me ma'am i know you did not just insult a woman for being friends, dating or marrying a hockey player. who the fuck do you think you are. like i know you have singular m&m rolling around in your brain but maybe just maybe put the god damn m&m to good use and THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK. what the actual hell happened to “girls supporting girls” does that suddenly not apply when your favourite hockey gets into a relationship ?! you’re jealous so what suck it up ur fav hockey was bound to get into a relationship at some point and honestly if ur THAT jealous you just had to bully the gf how come you didn’t slide into the dm’s while he was single and try to bag him… like girl come on. even if you did and it failed that doesn’t give you the okay to bully the S/O. the whole thing is so fucked up i have so much more to say but i don’t know how to type it out so yeah 

rant no.3 

tying in with rant no.2 the whole girls being friends with hockey players and people bullying the girls, trying to find out information and literally stalking them is just weird. specifically with the umich hockey team. like since when was it bad to have guy friends or girl friends…  some of y’all are bullying these girls that are in COLLEGE fucking college !!!! leave them the fuck alone they haven’t done anything to hurt you all they’re doing is having a good fun time making friends in college is that so wrong to do. and so what if some are in a relationship that’s none of your business to find out if they are. talk about invasion of privacy. some people on this app are really finding these girls tiktoks, instagrams and VSCO’s and posting them on here like just stop. for the millionth time they are in college just normal fucking people and you are invading their privacy and making them probably very uncomfortable. they just want a normal college experience but you are ruining it for them by making unnecessary comments. ESPECIALLY on tiktok just get out of the poor girls comments and stop making her feel uncomfortable. some of the people on umichblr are the reason these girls delete videos, private their account and take vsco’s out of the bio. it’s because you guys are making them uncomfortable and all of y’all are saying stupid shit like “oh idk why they deleted the video” like what ?? you posted that video on this app maybe posted a link so now all these jealous ass people can go into the comment and bully the girl like enough is enough. i’m sick and tired of it. 

um anyways these are my rants for now i hope these made sense i tend to not make sense when i’m mad but ya 🤩

#lj rants #i have so much more to say on all 3 of these but the words in my head don't make sense on the page ya know

[solesommerso]

- ♡ Kinktober Project ♡-

prompt: riding

- the content below is 18+, if a minor or uncomfortable with sexual content please click away, I am not responsible for the media you consume or interact with

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hondo harrelson x jim street

a/n: this is part of a larger fic that I haven’t finish and still haven’t decided if I’m going to post when I do but I like this part

warnings: takes place early season 1, d/s dynamic, dom!hondo, sub!street, swearing, consent bc it’s sexy

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Hondos still not sure how he got himself into this situation, he’s not necessarily complaining, quite the opposite actually, he’s just unsure of how to wrap his head around this being reality.

It started earlier today when something seemed off about Street, he was being his normal reckless self but he didn’t look that engaged in the stunts. More so hazed out, blinking numbly to Deacon who gave a short lecture about how he needs to rely on the team more and not just himself.

It could just be that Streets getting sick of hearing the same speech over and over, but if that was the case then Hondo thinks he’d do the logical thing and stop jumping into danger every two seconds.

Hondo can tell it’s something different, something he’d have to really prod at if he wanted to know what was going on.

“Hey Street, you alright?” They’re the only ones left in the locker room, Street sitting against the wooden bench with a short nod to Hondo.

“Mm.” He hums, not even meeting Hondos eyes and fidgeting around with his hands.

“Really? You don’t look very okay.” There’s something that crosses Streets face, a brief moment of contemplation, thinking over what he’s going to say only to land on saying nothing at all.

“Hey. What’s going on?” Hondo places a hand on Streets shoulder, knitting his brow together in concern.

“I just um- I think I’m stressed.” It sounds unsure and makes Hondo pause.

“You think you’re stressed?” Street huffs.

“Back in Long Beach, I had this way of de-stressing but I can’t really do it here and I don’t know- it’s kinda throwing me I guess.” Hondo nods along slowly, Street hasn’t said much about what his time was like in Long Beach, just that he was top of his class, and the minor banter with Tan about Hollywood or Long Beach being better.

“Well what’d you do? I bet I can find something similar or we can take a trip down to Long Beach.” It’s not ideal to drive forty five minutes when they’re just now getting off a twelve hour shift but if Streets that stressed than Hondos willing to make the trip.

“Not that simple, I’d do it with this guy, Ty, and he kinda moved all the way to Boston so… out of luck.” Streets hands go through his hair, rubbing them down his face as he leans back.

“A boyfriend?” Hondos hesitant with the question since Street has never disclosed his sexuality but Streets kinda tips his head, a way to say ‘sort of’.

“There was no real commitment, it was just things.” Hondo hums.

“So you miss your not committed boyfriend?” He laughs at Streets eye roll.

“No. It’s not really Ty, he was boring. But I miss what we’d do, not even with him but just the- feeling I’d get.” Streets cheeks flush in embarrassment, something Hondo can say he’s never seen in Street, three months in to working together and Street is always confident in everything he does.

“Street you’re on tinder so much Chris complains about it, that not cutting it?” And even brighter red coats Streets cheeks as he shakes his head.

“Do- do you know what a dom and sub dynamic is?” It’s barely even audible, smaller than a whisper, but Hondo hums along, he knows and has read about being in a dynamic like that.

“That’s what me and Ty were. That’s how I’d destress.” Street looks away from Hondo, putting his hands over his thighs to ring them out across his jeans.

“You miss being dominant?” There’s plenty of ways Hondos seen Street take charge at work, he has no trouble being in a leading role when he needs to be.

“I miss being submissive.” Street says in the same small way he had asked the original question that lead to this conversation.

“Oh.” It’s all Hondo can say, he hadn’t expected that Street would be submissive in any way, he’s been doing everything in his power to disobey orders and be in control of something.

“And- and I can’t just ask some person to do that, I need to be able to trust them and a strange doesn’t really cut it. So I’m stressed out, or pent up, or whatever you’d call this.” Street groans when he finishes, pushing his head into his hands, Hondo can’t help but lean to rub a hand up his back soothingly.

He feels for Street, even if Hondo takes the dominant role when he participates in dynamics with partners, he can sympathize with how worked up you get after a long time without anything. And hearing the stress in Streets voice has Hondos heart strings pulling.

“The only people I know in La is the damn team so I’m kinda screwed.” Street forces a laugh, it’s more of a defeated huff, and Hondo breathes in an inhale, he can’t believe he’s about to say this but he does.

“What about me?” It leaves Hondos mouth before he even realizes that he’s speaking out loud.

“I- I could never ask you to do that- I- I wouldn’t want you to make yourself-.” Hondo cuts Street off.

“I’m asking not being forced, now Street look at me.” He listens with a blink up to Hondo, cheeks still tinted red.

You seemed disconnected today and off your game, if this will help you then the decision is up to you.” A beat passes before Street nods, it’s hesitant at first but quickly turns sure as a small smile comes to Streets face.

“Okay. I mean- yes, yeah.”

-

Which is how Hondo finds himself with his hands on Streets hips as he settles down onto Hondos dick, there’s sweat already beaded down Streets chest, his hairs tousled and mouth parted with pleasure. He looks better than Hondo could’ve ever imagined.

“Is- is that good?” Hondo nods immediately, his fingers gripping into the meat of Streets sides at the tightness of Streets body clenching around his cock.

It’s almost overwhelming how good it feels, they aren’t even moving, Streets perfectly still as he hovers his hands and stares down at Hondo.

“What is it baby? You gotta talk to me.” It’s been more than a shock to find out that when Street’s in his sub space, he’s very sweet, shyness marked on his body language like Hondos never seen, impossibly gentle with every touch given, perfectly obedient for Hondo.

“I wanna hold onto your shoulders and- and make noise.” Street bites his bottom lip, trapping in all the moans and groans desperate to come out.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, and make as much noise as you want. There’s nobody around.” Hondo had made sure the doors were locked and he’s not expecting anyone to come around so they can take as long as they please.

“Feels S’good.” Street breathes, holding his hands on Hondos shoulder, not hard enough that it hurts but with enough bite that Hondos sure he’ll have some marks left behind.

“You can move, baby.” Hondo encourages, basking in how Streets blush burns down his neck and chest at the nickname, still, he doesn’t move aside from shifting the smallest amount to rest his knees against the mattress better.

“I like feeling you, it’s- it’s grounding.” Street's eyes duck away from Hondos only to snap back when Hondo thrusts his hips the smallest amount. It has Street whimpering as he looks straight back up.

“Then you can stay still, though I don’t know how long I’ll last like this.” Hondo didn’t expect to be this into sex with Street, sure he knew what he was doing, he finds Street attractive in more ways then one, but having him perched so happily with Hondo deep inside him is something that makes Hondos gut roll with pleasure.

“S’okay, just wanna have you in me.” Hondo can’t help but buck his hips into Street at the words, so effortlessly hot.

Streets whine helps nothing on Hondos half, he thinks he could listen to how vocal Street is for the rest of his life, it had started in the car when Hondo put a hand on Streets thigh, making the latter squeal with excitement.

“Can I kiss you?” Hondo nods and not even a full second goes by before Streets leaning forward to lock his lips heatedly against Hondos.

Their chests become pressed together, Streets bottom half shifting as he leans, it gives a glorious new angle for the both of them, though Streets moans get trapped between them as Hondo kisses the noises quiet. He can feel how Streets dick strains between the two, halfway pressed into Hondos waist so he’s able to feel how the skin jumps and twitches when Hondo moves his hips slowly.

“Hondo.” Street moans against the man’s neck, dropping his head onto Hondos shoulder to tuck his nose into Hondos collarbone, rocking his hips in sync with each small thrust given.

“What is it baby?” He knows what it is, he can feel Streets cock leaking pre-cum against his stomach.

“So good, feels so good.” Hondo moves a hand to the back of Streets head, threading his fingers into the thick strands of hair, apparently it’s the right move as Streets dick becomes wetter instantly.

“Think- think m’gonna cum.” Street gasps, his hips moving faster before he’s leaning off Hondos chest.

His hands instantly go back onto Hondos shoulders for stability, though Hondo can’t say he expected Street to start bouncing up and down. It’s still at a slower pace but Hondo is sure it’s the hottest sight he’s ever seen.

Streets head thrown back in pleasure, moans coming out louder by the second, hair falling to stick to his forehead with sweat, thighs tensing as he gets closer, and dick jolting as it spurts out more pre-cum.

“Cum for me baby, come on, let go.” It’s the only encouragement Street needs before his hips stutter to a broken stop. There’s nothing but bliss on Street's face, his nails digging into Hondos shoulders as he groans so loud Hondo thinks his neighbors might’ve heard it.

“You okay?” Hondos hand runs up the back of Streets head when he leans to rest his forehead against Hondos shoulder, Street nods breathless.

“Mm. Sorry for finishing so early in.” He pulls off Hondo, smiling contently when Hondo scratches his scalp lightly.

“It’s all about you remember, you feel less stressed?” Street nods along, contently laying back into Hondo.

#writing #js #hh #jim street #hondo harrelson #street x hondo #kinktober 22

[rubyredridinghood]

Hi! Can I pls have a romantic ATLA  matchup? I'm Asian and a minor who uses she/they pronouns and an Aquarius and INTJ. My sexuality is bi demiromantic. I'm 5'0 with tan skin, black hair, brown eyes and glasses.I'm bilingual. People say I look intimidating and unapproachable since I don't smile or talk much around strangers but I try my best to be polite and nice.I'm very introverted and shy. I'll need to warm up to people but when I do, I will surprisingly be energetic.

I consider myself a fair, open minded and laid back person most of the time. I like to seek out my friends' company when bored. I either ask them to do something wholesome or something they are afraid of with me. I'm down to do anything with my friends. I'm hardworking if its something that interests me. I'm very creative but can't seem to make my ideas into reality mostly due to lack of resources or motivation. I'm kind of a pacifist but I will fight if pushed too far or my loved ones are endangered. I'm a pretty patient person.

My friends describe my  sense of humor as dark and cursed. I can be mischievous and chaotic but still reliable and smart.My hobbies are baking,gaming,art, true crime and supernatural stuff. I express my love with gifts and quality time but still physically affectionate. I get flustered easily. My ideal type is someone who I can trust with my life,someone I've known for a long time, very respectful of my boundaries and protective. Sorry if its too much info. Thanks in advance and stay safe💗

Hi hi hello!!!! I’m terribly sorry this took so long to get put up. Thank you for your patience, and thank you so much for this matchup request, and I’m actually so happy you added all this info for me to work with!!❤️

Given your lovely attributes, I have ultimately decided to pair you with….

Prince Zuko!

I think that Zuko would really admire your patient and laid back nature, whilst having that charm of chaos that lights a fire within your soul. Your levelheadedness as an Aquarius and his passion as an Aries helps to bring you both to a place of balance in each others’ differing areas. As we all know, Zuko held a lot of hatred in his heart and refrained from becoming close to people because of previous betrayals. I believe that in you, he would find the kind of comfort he finds in his uncle Iroh, (meaning he may be reluctant to show it at first), and he would do absolutely anything possible to keep you away from his family affairs.

Given your interests and mbti type, Zuko would really enjoy dates where you can spend time together by letting your creative minds run free. This could come in the form of painting together, (which I’d imagine Zuko would become very messy from a lack of experience lol), most definitely enjoying private travels once he loses the title of fugitive, and stargazing on the roof of the palace/on a ship for sure.

As far as your general backstory, Zuko, much like yourself, prefers someone he has known for a long time because he needs a solid foundation of trust. I see you as being from a powerful family during Zuko’s childhood, hanging around Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee. You were the only one brave enough to denounce the ways Azula tormented her brother, but you did so in a way discreet enough that only he noticed. It’s no surprise he had a puppy crush on you in childhood. As the time went on and he was banished, your ambitious nature lead you to search for him. At first, he was rather cold because he believed Azula had sent you to trick him, but he slowly began to realize you never stopped trying to bring down his walls, and that It was all sincerity. It feels refreshing to him that your personality hadn’t lost that spark after all the years you’d spent apart. I also picture sort of an awkward friends to lovers story as the main story unfolds itself. In the end, you two end up together just before the summer solstice and start to learn more about each other as he takes over the fire nation :)

Zuko is very protective over you, but not in a way that is overbearing. He often asks you to stay by his side in public, but will follow you anywhere you want to go, all you must do is say the word. He loves how hardworking you are, but always checks in on you when you’re especially focused to keep yourself from overworking yourself. In situations where you’re feeling down, his favorite thing to do is take you out into nature and enjoy afternoon tea, just like his uncle did with him to calm his heart. He would also be very willing to learn about your culture, and make sure it is respected wherever you go within the fire nation, (or anywhere for that matter). It absolutely melts his heart when you give him literally anything, as this signifies someone thought of him enough to give him literally anything. Those little moments when your hands just barely brush against one another’s too? He loses it every time. He does however love the fact that you’re easily flustered, and will sometimes tease you until you’re scarlet in the face, just to burst out In laughter. He really loves and appreciates your loyalty and is happy to have an unchanged part of himself by his side. <3

A/N: My apologies, this is kinda all over the map, but I had so much fun and so many ideas😭😭 I hope you like this!

#matchups #atla #atla zuko

[showo-todowoki]

Bruh I saw someone on Facebook be like"Todoroki sucked Deku's d@ck" Bro the only thing Shoto is gonna suck is a popsicle because he's a fucking minor

#rant #can we stop sexualizing minors ty

[hakkais-hoe]

Would They F*ck On Ya Period

M sorry but I was thinkin bout it so now you all have to see it too :’)

MINORS DNI!! 18+ Only ty.

Warnings: PERIOD, blood play :/, it’s not too graphic but uno it’s periods so don’t read if it makes ya uncomfortable. I lied it’s a tad graphic.

Characters: Most of em. All are present age. 18+.

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Wouldn’t cos he doesn’t want blood on his dick, also isn’t a fan of condoms so he’s not interested. Will go however long your period lasts without sex or any sexual acts, also won’t let you go down on him because he won’t go down on you when you’re bleeding. However is the sweetest little shit to you throughout, will get you whatever you need or rub ur back n stomach nd always strips the bed if you bleed through. You’re not allowed to be embarrassed around him he knows it’s natural.

Taiju, Mucho, Takemitchi, Mochi, Atsushi, Takuya.

Won’t because he thinks it’ll hurt you 😭 poor baby might cry if he sees you crying. He’s not bothered about the blood and will finger you happily but won’t go all the way. Usually forgets that your on your period n goes to initiate stuff n then realises and either backs off or dry humps till you both cum. Gentle bastard.

Peh-Yan, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Benkei (we know he ain’t cryin but he ain’t fuckin ya either bby) , Naoto, Souya.

Will most definitely fuck you but will stupidly forget to put a towel down or with actually forget you’re on it and be like “Oh fuck babe my dick that big? Did I rip you?” Like no you stupid fuck. Cries laughing when he realises, could be mid fuck n he’s like “oh shit you’re on your period” laughs at himself you end up laughing too ofc. When you both finish nd realises you’re both laying in a pool of blood you both just stare like tf do we do now. Cue spending all night tryna clean up.

Nahoya, Shinichiro, Mikey, Yamagashi

Doesn’t care, will if you want him to won’t if you don’t. Though he will always put a towel down 100% does not want blood on his sheets if he can help it. Is unusually gentle when you do it. Refuses to wear a condom tho doesn’t like them. Always makes you both shower after.

Kokonoi, Kakucho, Wakasa, Rindou, Inui, Izana.

Yes all the way is so fucking up for it, usually the one to suggest it. Not so shockingly has a bit of a blood kink. Forgets the towel just throws all the sheets in the wash after. Actually likes to be gross n sit n look at the blood n cum dripping out of you. Wayyy too into shit like that. Also uno a few of em wouldn’t hesitate to go down on ya no matter how much you say not to.

SANZU, Ran, Shion, potentially Taiju (religious people man), Hanma.

Did his research knows that it actually feels good. Can go a bit over the top n get rose petals out to throw around the room. Usually has like 2 towels down. Tries to be gentle but sometimes fails. Knows when to stop tho. Nice relaxing wipe down then bath after.

Draken, Mitsuya, Takeomi

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If ya like this you can find my Masterlist here

#tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #shion madarame #peh yan x reader #koko x reader #inui x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu smut #inui smut #tokyo revengers takeomi #takeomi x you #mitsuya x reader #taiju x reader #taiju smut #mitsuya smut #mikey sano smut #mikey x reader #wakasa x reader #kokonoi x reader #tokyorev smut #angry x reader #smiley x reader #kakucho x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora smut #draken x reader #draken smut #haitani smut

[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

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“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

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Laito Sakamaki x Reader Smut

Riding, On piano, blindfolded, fingering, oral

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You followed the sounds of Laito playing the piano, eventually finding him in the attic, his fingers dancing among the keys, forming a beautiful melody. "Hello Laito." You said. Laito's fingers stopped their movements as he turned around and smiled. "Hi." "Is that a new melody? I haven't heard you play it before." Laito looked almost shy but happy you asked. "Yeah, it's a new one. It's not done yet...but I want it to represent the music we make together." Hearing those words, and the underlying implication, made your body heat up. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together. Laito stood with a naughty smile. "I can smell your arousal. I can use some inspiration for what the melody should sound like." Laito shut the door, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. You moaned and your bodies moved together. Laito laid your upper body across the top of the piano and undressed you. It was uncomfortable but you were so desperate for Laito, for him to moan your name as he sank himself into you. "Hmm...maybe I'll give you a strip tease." Laito began to undress, taking his time to unbutton his shirt and pull down his underwear. By the time he was naked, you were contemplating begging him. Laito took his tie and covered your eyes, tying it behind your head. "Huh? What?" Laito peppered soft kisses on your cheek, stroking your side. "Feel." You felt him lift your legs over his shoulders and cried out when he kissed your clit. You moaned, the pleasure completely taking over your senses, as Laito's skilled tongue circled your sensitive fold. He slowly inserted his finger and you moaned, arching. The blindfold somehow made the pleasure even greater. You were entirely focused on the pleasure of Laito's pumping fingers inside you, hitting every spot. "Hah...nnn...Laito!" You moaned, squirming around as Laito slowly pumped his fingers inside you and slowly circled your clit with his thumb. "Mmm...you're so wet, Little Bitch...can you cum for me?" You nodded and released your orgasm, moaning and writhing as pleasure filled every inch of your body. "Mmm...now let's make the sounds together, shall we?" You moaned quietly, knowing what he meant. Laito gently moved your hips over his member and helped you sink down. You leaned your head back and moaned loudly as you felt Laito fill you, then gasped as his length hit a sweet spot deep inside you. Laito held your waist, groaning quietly, and helped you ride him. The two of you moaned in unison as you sank back down onto his length. You clutched Laito's shoulders and rested your head on his shoulder. "Fuck..." Laito cursed. "You have no idea what you do to me, love." Between moans and gasped you replied, "I have some idea." Laito chuckled quietly, then moaned as you took every inch of him. You started to bounce faster, desperately trying to obtain your release. Laito groaned your name and pressed desperate kisses on your neck. Laito thrusted up into you, seeking his release as well. He pressed you tightly to his chest and groaned, releasing his seed. Panting, he rubbed your clit expertly and you soon released on top of him. Breathing heavily, the two of you kissed gently. You took off your blindfold and looked at Laito's pink cheeks and pleasure-clouded eyes. You smiled down at him, still slightly taller than him since you were sitting on his length and lap and he was sitting on the piano bench. "So," you said. "Was that enough inspiration for you?" You asked teasingly. Laito kissed your nose and replied in the same teasing tone. "Not quite." You smiled and grinded on him, making him gasp quietly. He kissed your neck. "Make love to me again, Laito-kun. Hear the music we make together in ecstasy."

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