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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 day

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♡ＧｏｏｄＦｏｒｍ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!yunho x chubby!fem!reader x best friend!mingi

♡ Genre: smut/a lil dash of fluff

♡ Summary: When you decide to have some late night fun with your boyfriend in the kitchen, the furthest thing from your mind is that your best friend might walk in and see you but when he does you're both more than happy to have him there.

♡ Word Count: 3k-ish

♡ Warnings: Yunho gives dom vibes. Mingi's a bit shy at first. Threesome (the boys don't touch each other though). They have a real thing for your chubby body. They're overall obsessed w/ you truly. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Oral sex (f & m receiving/heavy on the f receiving). Fingering. Multiple orgasms. Nipple play. Tit sucking. Hair pulling. Nibbling. Ass slapping. Overstimulation. Cum swallowing. Cum swapping. Squirting. A lil edging. Clit slapping. I use the word "pussy" cause I'm not a "cunt" gal. Lots of bodily fluids. Pet names (baby, angel)

♡ A/N: I've been writing a lot of really thoughtful, emotional pieces lately and this...is totally not one of them. It has it's moments but really it's 3k words of filth. I'm for sure gonna do a part 2 because I feel like I can do more with this but for now enjoy your hot girl moment, babes. You deserve it.

You'll never grow tired of this sound...

Yunho slurping down your juices, his soft lips pursed around your clit. Every decadent, unpredictable stroke of his tongue makes your thighs tremble. Three long, dexterous fingers pump in and out of your core drowning you in pleasure.

Yunho had sincerely wandered into the kitchen for a midnight snack when he stumbled upon you here. Bent over in the fridge with your deliciously plush ass peeking from the bottom of your red lace panties, you instantly became the only thing his taste buds craved.

You had your hand on an ice cold bottle of water when you felt two strong hands spreading your thighs apart. “Up a little late aren’t you?” he teased, stroking your slit through the barely there material. Your breath hitched, the cool air from the refrigerator the only thing to ease the heat consuming your body. “I couldn’t sleep and I—mmm—I just wanted—ah.”

Yunho tucked your panties to the side, sinking his middle finger into you. You were already so needy and wet, so easily turned on at the slightest bit of attention from him, that he could've never stopped there. “Just wanted what, baby?” he whispered, dropping to his knees, “Tell me what you want.” It tickled when you felt his lips brush against your skin, leading a trail of kisses around the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

“Yunie, I can’t—fuck, I can’t think” you moaned, holding onto one of the shelves to keep your legs from giving out. “Aww, baby” he smiled, slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, “You don’t have to.”

Yunho knows where your sweet spot is. How to rotate his wrist and curl his finger at the perfect angle to make your body surrender to him. He had you wrapped around his finger—clenching—literally. You were dripping by the time he slipped your panties down to drink from you like the sweetest fountain. He made sure you came twice before he lifted you onto the counter and spread your aching legs open to taste you more.

Backed into a corner, one foot up on each side of the counter, you’re completely at his mercy and this is exactly where you want to be. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you stare down at him with those beautifully glossy eyes of yours.

Yunho tilts his head up to meet your gaze, fluffy dark brown hair framing his face, and it’s obvious he’s as blissed out as you are. He suckles at your clit as he pulls back just enough for you to see your sensitive bud twitching in response to him. Without warning he buries his face between your legs, humming with pleasure as he completely devours you.

You throw your head back, stars illuminating your vision. “Yunie, please don’t stop” you beg, fingers tangling in his hair as he wrecks you in the best way. Just when the pressure inside of you reaches its peak, your pussy ready to turn into a waterfall, you notice a figure standing in the doorway.

Mingi? Fuck. You’ve been so swept up in the moment, blinded by lust, that you completely forgot Mingi was staying over tonight.

It’s coming up on 4 years since you met Yunho and Mingi in a cramped club your friend’s band was playing at. The crowd that night was completely out of control. A swirling pit of drunks in desperate need of therapy. Just trying to get to the bathroom was a death wish. Yunho and Mingi didn’t have to step in to protect you but they did and they have ever since.

It never occurred to you to ask why they helped you. You saw it in the way they watched you at the restaurant after, like you were some shiny new toy they had acquired. Only Mingi treated you like a collector’s item, too delicate to take off of the shelf. He thought it better to admire you, imagine what it’d be like to play with you, but could never get the courage to do it.

Yunho, on the other hand, wasted no time taking you out of the box. Everything about you was too alluring for him to deny. His hunger for you then was as intense as it is now and he needed to indulge or he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Mingi hides it well, at least he thinks he does, but he regrets it. He wishes you knew how badly he wants you to be his in every sense of the word. Could you even fathom the things he’d do to trade places with his best friend right now?

Mingi knows that he should turn around—go back to the guest room, pretend nothing ever happened—but he’s too hypnotized by you to do it. “Hi, Mmm-Mingi” you giggle, noticing the thick bulge in his sweatpants. Mingi follows your gaze down to a cock hard enough to split you in two. You smile at him like you’d love to see him try it. You would. “Yunie,” you coo, tapping him on the back of the neck, “We have company.”

Yunho doesn’t register it at first, too intoxicated by your pussy to process anything that comes out of your mouth as coherent language. Mingi’s eyes widen and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. He’s scared out of his mind and insanely horny, a combination of things he’s never felt before and has no clue what to do with. Yunho’s motions slow as he deprives you of his tongue. His fingers slide out of you, soaked in your arousal.

“Company?” he asks, rising to his feet, lips dripping wet.

You nod, pointing to Mingi, “I think we woke him up.”

Yunho lets out a low, playful chuckle, turning only halfway to greet his best friend. “Fuck,” Mingi mumbles, frantically scanning the kitchen for something else to look at. “I wasn’t looking! I swear! I came to grab my…” Spotting the spice rack beside him, he blindly grabs the first thing he sees. “Chili pepper flakes? Yeah, they’re so good for a late night snack, you know?”

Unconvinced but amused by his attempt, Yunho turns back to face you. He lures you into a kiss, sharing with you the delightfulness of your taste. He rests the back of his hand against your core, knuckles grazing your clit just enough to keep you on edge. “Can I share?” he asks between the feverish clashing of your tongues. “Mmmhmm” you gasp, your back arching at the return of his touch. Yunho shakes his head, hands riding your curves up to where your nipples poke through your shirt.

He takes your supple breast into his hand, massaging it as he rolls your nipple between his fingertips. ��Baby, that won’t do. I need to hear you say it this time. Tell me what you want.” You tilt your head to the side, taking in the tall, handsome blonde watching you. “You can share me, Yunie” you whisper, breath tickling the side of his neck, “I want it.” He pinches your nipple, locking his other arm around your waist, “Aah, good girl. That wasn’t so hard was it? Now hold onto me.”

You do as you’re told and cling to him in time to be lifted from the smooth marble counter. Yunho kisses you once more as he spins you around. A dizzying transition that ends in you draped across the kitchen table. “Are you joining or are you just gonna watch?” Yunho asks Mingi, too distracted with the cute squishy belly poking from the bottom your shirt to actually face him.

Mingi can hear his heart thumping its way out of his chest. He has to be hearing things. “Oh, I—you can’t be—are you s…” he stutters, squeezing the life out of that poor bottle of chili pepper flakes. Yunho nibbles at your exposed belly before turning to confront the confusion on Mingi’s face, “Serious? Yes. I’m serious. I know you’ve always wanted her so…come get her.”

Mingi hesitates, still unsure if it’s a trick or not. The chance that Yunho will murder him if he actually tries seems higher than this not being a fever dream. Shifting to get more comfortable on the table, you hold your hand out to Mingi, your body calling to him like a siren beckons sailors to their doom. It’s enough to make him drop everything, to abandon all these years of pretending.

Mingi carefully makes his way over to you, taking your hand in his. You’re beautiful at any angle but there’s something about this one—you staring up at him from the filthiest position with the most innocent eyes—that really gets him.

It’s the perfect angle for you too, one your boyfriend knows you’ve fantasized about. These two broad shouldered angels looming over you, bathing you in their admiration. “Kiss me” you whisper, palming Mingi’s cock through his thick sweatpants. Mingi grunts at the euphoric release of tension as his lips latch onto yours, his kiss ravenous and sloppy. His platinum hair falls into your face, immersing you in the crisp floral scent of his shampoo.

Yunho watches as Mingi snatches your shirt up, taking his time to enjoy how your tits bounce when they pop free. Pushing your legs back, Yunho drags his fingers between your lips to pull back the hood of your clit. He flicks his thumb up and down, smiling as you arch and wiggle beneath him. Mingi sneaks a glimpse down at Yunho, breaking the kiss to hear your moans. For the first time he doesn’t have to listen through the walls, you’re making all those sinful noises right before his eyes and it’s glorious to behold.

“You’re so cute” Mingi says, cupping your fluffy cheeks. “You—ah—think so?” you ask, tucking a finger into the waist of his sweatpants. You slip your hand inside, taking as much of him into your hand as you can. Mingi pulls them down for you and you audibly gasp at the gorgeous cock that springs free. You glide up and down, circling the head with your thumb. Mingi cups one of your breasts, kneading the plush flesh as drags his tongue down to your nipple. “Mmhmm” he hums, stuffing his mouth full of you, “So fucking cute.”

You lay there breathless—trying to talk your trembling body down from your next orgasm—when you feel the throbbing head of Yunho’s cock rub up and down your entrance. “You ready for me, baby?” he asks, raising your legs up to balance your ankles on his shoulders. When he does it presses him into you a little bit further and you cry out, raising your hips for more. “Mmm—ready for you Yunie.” Yunho snaps his hips, bottoming out in one thrust that sends electricity dancing through your body.

A soft tug brings Mingi in close enough that you can turn and lick the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. “Fuck, that feels so good” he moans, rising to push deeper into your throat. Your tongue curls on the underside of his cock, the textured roof of your mouth dragging along it as he fucks your throat.

This is what they’ve wanted since the night you met. What you’ve wanted too. It’s so satisfying, like scratching an itch you never could quite reach, to let them take you together. Their hands glide across your velvet smooth skin, exploring every inch of you. They’re so careful with you, matching paces to keep you comfortable. All you have to do is lay here and let them take care of you—let them worship you.

Yunho caresses your legs, fingers digging into your hips, “I feel you clenching, baby. You close?” You know he expects an answer even if you’re currently drooling around Mingi’s cock. You give him a muffled, “Yes.” But that’s not nearly enough for either of them. Mingi grabs you by the hair, pulling out to leave your mouth painfully empty. “Your voice is too pretty not to hear” he says, stroking your lips, “You ready to come for us, baby? Gonna let me see how good you look coming on your boyfriend’s cock?”

“Yes, Mingi. I’m gonna c—oh my—ah…” you whimper only for Mingi to shove himself back inside of you before you can finish speaking. Not that you’re complaining. The men exchange a brief glance, returning their attention to you with something new in mind. They move faster and harsher, struggling as much as you do to keep it together. They could both come right now from the way you pulsate your walls around Yunho or the way your throat muscles flutter around Mingi. But there’s no question that it has to be you first.

Your eyelids grow heavy, the pressure bursting inside of you, and suddenly gravity doesn’t exist anymore. Mingi holds your hand and Yunho rubs your belly as you squirt down his length. Yunho licks his lips at the mess you've made of his pants, the wet spot growing the more you bounce down onto him. “That’s it, baby. Use my fucking cock, angel.” He lays his hand flat on your clit and slaps it just enough for you to feel the sharpness of the contact.

It makes you clench even tighter—the tightest he’s ever felt you—and he can’t take it anymore. He spills into you, filling you so far beyond your limit that your pussy’s gushing it back out at him before he’s even empty. Mingi plays with your nipples, pinching one and then the other, switching every time you get too used to the feeling.

Your mouth falls open, your overstimulated body beginning to go limp. You keep it open, tongue hanging out to welcome the thick ropes of come Mingi empties into your mouth. It collects in the back of your throat making your moans sound like tiny gurgles. What’s left leaks from the corners of your mouth and Mingi kisses you quickly, swapping the warm, salty liquid back and forth between the two of you until it’s nothing.

You stay entangled with them for an amount of time you can’t really grasp, coming down together. The room slips into silence. The only sound you hear is the symphony of heavy, uneven breaths. You look around at each other, the reality of what you’ve just done setting in. No one regrets it, you’d all be up for it again if one of you had it in you to ask, but it’s hard to know what to say.

You love each other more than anything. What you share is so special that you’ve all done everything to keep from fucking it up. To think that this might be what does. That the next thing to come out of your mouth could destroy it all. It’s terrifying.

Yunho clears his throat, stretching your legs for you so you don’t cramp up. “Can I get you anything? A snack?” You poke your bottom lip out, contemplating your snack options, “Uh, nah. I’m okay.” Noticing your throat sounds a little dry, Mingi grabs a bottle of water from the fridge—the very one you had your hand on earlier—and brings it to you. He twists the cap off and raises it to your lips, “You need to hydrate. I’m not asking.”

“Ooh, when’d you get so bossy?” you ask, taking a sip of water, “I like it.” Mingi takes a sip for himself before passing it to Yunho who chugs down the rest. “Shower?” Yunho says, swishing some water around in his cheeks. To you and Mingi it sounds like “swishwer”. Mingi squints his eyes at him, “Swishwer?” “I think he means ‘shower’” you whisper, trying to channel enough energy to sit yourself up. Yunho nods, swallowing the last few drops. “Yes! That! Shower. I’ll go run the water and you…” He points to Mingi and then to you, “Grab her and be careful. She’s expensive.”

Yunho walks off to the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. You finally manage to sit up and swing around to face Mingi. He puts his arms around you, kissing the bridge of your nose, “Don’t worry about holding on but just…don’t scream.”

“Don’t scream? Wh—”

Mingi throws you over his shoulder and you do in fact scream. “What are you doing to my girlfriend?” Yunho shouts from the bathroom, flipping the shower on. Mingi carries you down the hall, your feet kicking as you giggle. “She’s fiiiine” he sighs, rolling his eyes, “It’s not like I’m gonna drop her.” Stepping into the bathroom Mingi pretends to trip for the fun of it.

“Put me down you psycho!” you whine, your life flashing before your eyes.

Mingi pouts, nuzzling his cheek up to your side, “I wasn’t really gonna drop you. So mean.” He lowers you down, letting you hold onto his arm while you gain your footing. You go to take your shirt off, it’s barely on, but the room still feels like it’s spinning.

“I got it, baby. Come here.” Yunho pulls you over to him and helps you out of your shirt. In return you help him out of his pants, tossing them off to the side. Yunho hops into the shower and you’re back at Mingi’s side, pushing his shirt up over his head. You never break eye contact once, committing every detail of each other’s naked bodies to memory.

You lead him into the shower and find yourself happily positioned between the two of them beneath the warm running water. Yunho cuddles you from the front and Mingi holds you from behind. The three of you fit together perfectly, like you were always meant to be like this.

Eventually you’ll have to say something. You’ll have to have an honest conversation about where things go from here. But for tonight you’ll stay in this moment together, letting your hearts revel in feelings your lips may never speak of again.

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pinkmirth · 1 year

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OPTIONS, reiner braun!

SYNOPSIS / WRITER’s NOTE: here’s a lil cowboy & footballer rei-rei drabble, since i can’t decide for the life of me which one i prefer . . . no plot whatsoever, just thinkin’ of all the ways i want both versions of reiner to make a complete and total mess out of me!

CONTAINS: ( 600+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner & footballer!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, porn without plot (pwp), comparison of cowboy!reiner and footballer!reiner in bed, oral (f!receiving), cunnilingus, missionary position, cowboy!reiner has a breeding kink, footballer!reiner’s kinda cocky, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

cowboy!reiner is a kindhearted partner, one who never fails to be incredibly patient with you. he whispers against your flesh, pouring out sweet praises. in no rush, he takes all the time needed to warm you up. reiner uses his large hands, roughened by farm work, to knead your soft breasts and squeeze at your thighs, touching whatever he can manage to reach. his ticklish scruff frictions against your body when he lowers to grace your clit with a sweet kiss. his warm palms find purchase at your waist, using his gentle hold as leverage to deliver slow, deep-reaching thrusts. he can’t stop himself from rambling about how perfect you look underneath him, and his dick jumps whenever you run your nails down his muscular back. reiner expertly swivels his hips in just the way you like, grinning over your breathy moans that follow. any pet-name he mumbles sounds oh-so smooth, like that of dripping honey. ‘darlin’, he whines. ‘princess’, he groans. reiner notices how tightly you clench with every utterance. you ask him to fuck you ‘just a little faster’, and upon seeing the bat of your wispy lashes, he does. sweat rolls down his abdomen as he quickens his pace to match your command. he discards his pleasure to prioritize your own, calloused thumb grazing your puffy bud. a lazy grin of satisfaction spreads across cowboy!reiner’s handsome face once you finally cum for him. with a few more shallow pumps, he’s emptying his fat balls and fucking a thick load of fertile cum into your gaping pussy, thoroughly filling you up— breeding you. he knows how much you love it when he finishes inside; not to mention his dearest fantasy of watching you grow plump with his baby. over all else, the one thing this gentleman truly wants is to make you feel good.

but let it be known that footballer!reiner is a complete 360 from his farmer counterpart . . . this man is nothing if not a tease! he’s downright cocky when dealing with your body. he effortlessly manhandles you, almost similar to how he tosses around that damn football. reiner’s committed all of your round curves and smooth dips to memory, knowledgeable of a dozen different ways to get you mindlessly blabbering his name. unashamedly, he laps and suckles at your leaking pussy with a brazen smile. he then pauses the swipe of his tongue, just as you’re soon to reach ecstasy. to that, you whine, and he stifles a low chuckle over the desperate smack you land on his bicep. you know exactly what reiner wants of you— for you to beg for it. beg for him. he loses his mind when you do, hurriedly taking position between your widened legs to slip inside. he pleads for you to look him in the eye when he eases himself into your slick hole. the ego boost he gains is massive, upon watching your pretty eyes roll back at the sensation of his fat dick pushing into you. he drills your throbbing cunt with reckless abandon, fingers tightly pressing into your hipbones. reiner’s quick, fervent and rough with it. this brash method sure is effective. it allows him to hit every single fucking angle. ‘oh, you love this fuckin’ dick, don’t you, baby?’ he taunts, nipping at the junction of your neck. your dainty hands grasp onto his broad shoulders, legs loosely crossed over his firm hips. his unmatched stamina allows him to pound you into the mattress for three lengthy rounds, and he’s made you release more times than you can manage to remember. he peers down at you with a prideful gleam, because just look at how fucked out he’s made you. With tear-stricken cheeks and a heaving chest, you weave your fingers through his short-cut blonde hair to pull him down for a kiss, his cocky smile spreading against your lips. footballer!reiner’s sure that only him alone can please you like this.

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proxima-writes · 10 months

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left my window open, baby

pairing: miguel o’hara x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1.9k

summary:

Sometimes when Miguel comes through your window, he wants all the control.

Other times, like tonight, he wants something different.

author’s note:

it’s official. i have miguel o’hara brain rot. if you enjoyed this lil fic, please consider leaving a comment or message bc they make my heart happy!!

content warnings:

explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, porn without plot, dom/sub dynamics, switch!miguel (but mostly sub in this), potentially bad spanish translations, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, woman on top position, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, praise kink, orgasm control, pet names, choking, scratching, mentions of fangs/biting, cum play. Please let me know if I've missed any!

You’re in bed reading a book by the glow of the lamp on your nightstand when the window slides open. In any normal situation, you would probably be alarmed, but at this late hour, it could only be one person.

“You ever think about knocking?” You ask, not looking up from your book.

“You ever think about locking your window?” A deep, familiar voice replies. You glance up at the masked figure lurking in the shadows. Miguel steps closer, mask disappearing and revealing a handsome face - chiseled jaw, strong nose, tired red eyes, and a permanent furrow between his brows.

He plants a knee on the mattress, gaze holding you captive as he crawls over your body. Up close, you can see the exhaustion in his features, the tightness in his jaw and shoulders.

“What do you need?” You ask quietly.

“Need to make you feel good,” he murmurs, head dropping to your neck. He inhales deeply, tip of his nose tracing your pulse before his lips follow, slightly chapped but deliciously warm. “Please.”

You find yourself nodding and he lifts himself off of you, pulling back the linens covering your body until his only barrier is a pair of panties and the t-shirt you wear to bed. Miguel fits himself between your legs and the molecules of his suit covering his hands flicker away as he presses them to your thighs, his claws pricking your skin and making you gasp. He slides a finger beneath the elastic of your panties and pulls, slicing through the one side and then the other, the shredded fabric falling apart and leaving you bare.

He lies on his stomach and kisses your inner thighs, sucking and biting the sensitive skin until you’re squirming. A heavy arm settles over your hips, holding you against the bed as he continues to mark you up to his liking.

“Miguel,” you whine, fighting against his hold as his fangs scrape so close to where you desperately need relief, “Stop teasing me.”

He immediately heeds your demand, lapping at your pussy with deep strokes of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, moaning as he does and the sensation has you digging your hands into his hair. He says something that you can’t quite hear.

“Hmm?” You hum. He lifts his head.

“Más fuerte,” he says. Harder.

Miguel returns his attention to your pussy and you heed his demand, tugging on the soft strands between your fingers. He growls, deep and visceral, the primal sound of it making you clench with want. Like he can sense your need, his tongue dips inside of you, curling against your walls as his nose brushes your clit. The dual sensations have you gasping, pulling desperately as his hair, which only urges him on.

He slides a thick finger inside of you as he sucks on your clit and it sends you toppling over the edge, your legs trying to close against his broad shoulders as you come, clenching desperately around his finger and moaning his name into the mostly dark room.

He continues to lick you through your release, slow and gentle until he feels your body relax again. When your thighs have dropped back to the mattress, his tongue begins to move faster and he slides another finger inside of you, the stretch of it making you gasp.

“Miguel?” You ask, but the man doesn’t answer. His attention remains solely on your pussy as he continues to kiss and lick and bite and suck at the most sensitive parts of you until you’re once more panting and writhing and on the cusp of another orgasm despite the aftershocks of your first not having faded.

“Fuck!” You cry, trying to catch your breath. He removes his fingers and lifts his head to look at you, chin shiny with spit and cum.

“Sabes tan bien,” he moans. You taste so good. He crawls up your body, looking every bit the predator you know him to be. The suit flickers away, his broad muscles rippling beneath tan skin as he settles over you and dips his head to press his lips to yours.

He tastes like you, salty and earthy and the thought makes you moan as you kiss him back. You reach up, pushing at his shoulders until his back hits the mattress and you can straddle his trim waist, sitting just above his cock.

“That was amazing, Miguel. Did you enjoy making me cum?” You ask, rocking your hips over his abs. “You made a mess of me.”

Miguel’s eyes are half-lidded as he nods, his claws digging into your thighs and making you hiss from the pain that intermingles with the pleasure of the friction on your sensitive clit. He licks his lips and you get a glimpse of sharp fangs that make your heart rate skyrocket.

“But I didn’t tell you to make me cum twice…did I? You were greedy,” you tease. You shuffle back on your knees until your pussy is sliding over the thick length of him. He groans, head pressing back against the mattress and his eyes squeezing shut. “Maybe I should be greedy, too.”

“Que?” He asks. What? You lift slightly and grasp his cock to position it at your entrance, sliding down the slightest bit as he gasps. “Oh, fuck.”

It’s not often that Miguel lets you be in control, but sometimes the weight of protecting the multiverse from collapse leads to nights like this where you tease and taunt and praise him until that furrow between his brow relaxes just the slightest bit. You continue to slowly draw him into your body, your thighs shaking with the effort and your palms pressed to his chest for balance. The stretch of him is intense, it always is, but you’re so wet and ready for him that he fits with relative ease.

Once you’re seated on his lap, stuffed so full you can hardly breathe, you reach up to grip Miguel by the chin, fingers digging harshly into his cheeks. “Look at me,” you demand. His red eyes are nearly black, glassy and unfocused as he stares up at you with a look of adoration. “That’s it, baby, watch me take your cock so well, okay?”

He nods his head enthusiastically as you rock your hips, drawing up on your knees before shifting back down. You set a rhythm that has him panting and writhing beneath you, a quick slide up and and down his length with a deep grind of your clit against him that has you seeing stars.

But it’s not your turn for release.

“I want you to be a good boy for me,” you murmur. “I want you to cum for me, want you to fill me up.”

Miguel growls, his feet planting on the mattress for leverage as he starts to meet your downward strokes with upward thrusts that quickly grow erratic. You can feel him pulse inside of you, wet heat flooding you as your hips slow and you stop, holding still as he twitches inside of you and gasps for breath.

“Good boy, Miguel,” you whisper. His lips twitch in what could be a smile if the serious man was capable of such an expression.

When he starts to go soft, you rock your hips and clench your muscles around him. He hisses, mouth dropping open in surprise as you grind on him.

“Told you I would be greedy, too,” you tell him. His eyes widen as he realizes what you mean, what you want from him. He’s genetically enhanced and has the stamina to match, so you know he can take it, but the shock on his face makes you feel powerful. “This time you won’t cum until I do, understand?”

“Yes, sí,” he slurs. You lean back a little, your hands gripping his muscular thighs just above his knees, moving your body over him in a deep and sensual rhythm.

“Look, Miguel,” you command, shifting your weight to one hand so that you can bring the other to where your bodies are joined, your index and middle fingers on either side of his cock as you grind on it. “Look how much you stretch me, baby.”

He lifts his head to look, licking his lips as he watches you move over his cock, the way his length glistens with each pull from your body and how with each push inside, more of his own spend slips from your hole. “So tight, cariño.” Sweetheart.

You smile down at him, leaning forward and placing one palm on his shoulder and the other at the base of his throat, your fingers grazing where his pulse frantically beats. It’s a question, this position, one that he answers by taking your wrist and sliding your hand up higher, until your fingers wrap around his neck. You tighten your grip as you begin to move again, his eyes fluttering shut and a moan echoing through the room.

“So good,” you tell him, “you’re so good, Miguel.”

You’re so close to coming, you can feel the rush of it in your veins as you move faster, harder, slamming your hips to his over and over. He looks up at you with stars in his eyes, the worry and pain that normally clouds them eclipsed for at least a brief moment, and that’s what has you clenching around him and crying out his name as you come undone.

Miguel growls, sitting up and deftly flipping your positions until you land on your back, knees pressed close to your shoulders by his broad frame. His red eyes are sharp again, determined, as he pounds into you with single minded focus. Your nails claw into his back, leaving red tracks in their wake as his name spills from your lips like a prayer.

“I hope you had your fun, mí cosita hermosa,” he says, lips grazing your ear. My pretty little thing. His hips are punishing as they slam into you and he uses you to chase his pleasure. “Whose cunt is this, huh? Tell me.”

“Yours,” you gasp. He chuckles.

“That’s right. Todo mío.” All mine.

He presses deep, his cock pulsing and flooding you with his spend for the second time that evening, his lips pressed to your throat and the threat of his fangs against your pulse. When he’s finished, he sits back on his heels to let your legs fall to the mattress. His softening length slips from your body and he watches your clenching entrance with intense focus.

You can feel his cum dripping from your body and he gathers the mess on two fingers, pressing it back inside of you as you gasp. Finally, he lies back on the mattress beside you and you shift closer, resting your head on his chest.

You lie like that for a while, catching your breath and listening to the beat of his heart. Eventually, he rolls out from beneath you and stands beside the bed, tapping at his watch screen until his suit flickers back into place. You pout over the loss of his gloriously exposed body and he chuckles, leaning over you and kissing you deeply before approaching your window.

“See ya, spider boy,” you say as he lifts it open.

“It’s Spider-Man,” he corrects, mask materializing over his face. “Lock your window, cariño.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go save the universe.”

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littledollll · 6 months

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Candlelight

Lucifer Morningstar x Dom!reader

A/n: this was like a 4 month long wild-ass ride. But certainly very fun.

Warnings: sub!lucifer, semi-public (throne room), whiny Lucifer, praise, lil worship, minimal fingering, lots of lil touches, cunnulings, slight hair pulling.

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“You are absolutely gorgeous, my sweet devil…” words like honey whispered in their ear as your hands wandered under their robe. Their skin covered in goosebumps. Your fingertips barely grazing over their chest and torso, enough to make them shiver and let out a shaky breath.

You hummed, moving your hands up to cup their face, bringing their gaze up to yours. Their tongue wetting their lips as they looked at you with obvious desire, even adoration. “You’re gorgeous too… so perfect.” A smile grazed your lips at that, leaving them rather proud of themselves, but they couldn’t figure out exactly what you wanted from them. Lightly caressing their cheek with your thumb as you looked down at them, Lucifer wondered if you’d touch them, or kiss them, or do anything at all to sedate their burning need for you.

“Just what are you up to, my pet?” Usually a sentence like that would go accompanied with an amused or challenging tone, something that seeped dominance and confidence, but no. Not today. It was whimpered out, a plead. “Mm.. just looking at your pretty eyes, enjoying the way you look at me like I hung the moon…” you heard them whine at your words.

“Kiss me, please my angel…” a plead through their soft lips. But you wouldn’t. Not yet.

“Can’t I appreciate my lord without being demanded of..?” You felt them suck in a breath as your hands wandered their breasts, not truly providing any sort of true pleasure, pleasure that they needed so badly. “Oh my... my lovely devil, you’re shivering..” you murmured softly, as your hands reached their soft stomach, featherlight touch igniting a heat between their plush thighs.

Their mind was being completely over taken by you. Your soft words and caresses enough to have them blissfully trusted into your complete control.

And you moved lower, trailing their perfect skin with light kisses and bites, having a goal in mind to mark them as your own. “Breathe.. and just enjoy it, hm? Can you do that just for me, my sweet devil..?” your lips wrap around Lucifer’s nipples, sucking and licking the sensitive buds. Being met with a wonderful whine tumbling from their lips at the action, and a quick nod to your questions.

What a view you had.. their head lazily tilted back in pleasure as they went along with your instructions, at this distance you could hear their heart beating wildly in their chest, their lungs struggling to keep up with such a simple touch, it seems that all that teasing did it’s job.

The only lighting in the room were candles mounted on each corner of the walls, creating a beautiful incandescent glow on their pale skin. Oh how beautiful they look bathed in the candlelight.

“What if I want to worship you, hm?” You knelt in front of them now, your knees uncomfortable against the cold hard floor, and you wished you would have waited until they got back to your shared chambers so that you would at least be protected by the carpeted floors. But where’s the fun in that when you could take them in their throne? Just the idea of the ruler of hell being made to fall apart in the very place that symbolizes their power, made you squirm and press your thighs together even more.

Ever so gently their hand brushed through your hair as they looked down at you. Their cheeks flushed a light pink, their eyes glassy with need and chest heaving. “And.. how is it you wish to worship me, my pet?” Lucifer asked with a slight tilt of their head and a breathless voice, and how you love when they do that, such a simple thing, so horribly attractive.

The little smirk they got in response was really enough said paired with that look in your eyes, but you never miss an opportunity to tease. “Well.. I was thinking of.. using my mouth, maybe leaving my sweet devil completely marked as mine as I take my time bruising every inch of this soft skin of yours..” Sultry and teasing are the only words Lucifer could use to describe you at the moment. As you took your sweet time talking, whispering all the filthy ideas running through your head and your hands so softly wandered over their bare thighs, only exposed by the opening in their robe which you didn’t bother to move.

“And.. you’d like us to stay here?” They asked almost hesitantly, like they already knew the answer, which was confirmed by the look in your eyes. “Right here.”

Lucifer nodded eagerly in agreement, they wouldn’t dare go against you, not in their current state. And maybe, though they’d never admit it.. it was something they’ve been wanting to do for quite some time. “Is that a yes, my devil?” You rested your head on their thigh, nuzzling against it as you looked up at them with a slight tilt of your head. And you swore you could see tears gathering in their eyes.

“I- yes. You’re so perfect, my angel. So perfect, I’m so so lucky to have your beautiful eyes looking at me in such a way, in any way-“ Lucifer began to ramble desperately, like all the praise and worship would make you finally touch them. But you let them continue. The more they talked, their voice became choked up. The feeling of the muscles on their thighs tensing and flexing under you was delightful.

It was almost like you didn’t need to do a thing, as Lucifer was getting themselves worked up, but you didn’t have the heart to let them continue any longer without a little help, well, not today.

You shut them up instantly as you pried their thighs apart, which wasn’t at all difficult. They whined and whimpered as you cararessed and inched closer to where they really needed you, and then completely silenced them as your lips met their soaking heat.

Lucifer’s hips bucked and you immediately forced them down, with a stern glare right after, enough to make them grip on the throne to stabilize themselves, apologies tumbling out their lips. “Sorry- ‘m sorry angel, I’ll behave I promise!”

You weren’t even truly upset at their squirming, but their desperate apologies were definitely always welcome. To have the powerful lightbringer themselves, submitting to you was nothing less than perfect. “Very good, my sweet devil. I guess I have no reason to punish you after such sweet apologies, hm?”

Not bothering to wait for a reply, you resumed your tight grasp on their hips. Licking a line up from their entrance to their pulsing clit, you wrapped your lips around it once again, suckling on the sensitive bud, earning a breathy moan in return.

For Lucifer, the red robe was starting to feel constricting. Soft silk surrounding their burning body, only making them feel more heated as your ministrations continued at a harsher pace. The material gathered as it fell down their shoulders messily, making them look even more ethereal, if that was even possible. It would be hard to find anything more perfect than the flustered look on their face. A light blush scattered from their cheeks down their neck and chest, paired with the unsteady breathing and tensing muscles, you thought it would be impossible for them to look any better. And you stand corrected.

You take a moment to admire their disheveled look, only to be scolded by them with a whine, reminding you to continue with your so-called worship.

A borderline pornographic moan escaping their lips once you pushed two fingers slowly into them and teased their clit with your tongue. The soft ruffling of their wings behind them reached your ears and you couldn’t help but give into their every need now.

Their breathing grew ragged as you set a quick pace. You gave them a few seconds to adjust to the feeling as you added a third, before returning to the precious pace. Their bucking hips settled slightly as they moved in favor of your thrusts now, fucking themselves on your fingers, subtly grinding against your tongue.

As a hand messily tangled and gripped on your hair, you felt their movements get a little more intentional. Like they somehow needed more and more of you. A gentle squeeze on their thigh from your hand was enough to make them losen their tight grip, reminding them of their place.

You might be currently dominant, but you certainly can’t deny how perfect it is to have them use you for their own pleasure. Seeing them get lost in the feeling with their needy and desperate movements.

After a moment lost in your own admiration for your lover, you heard them cry out your name so pitifully. Soft thighs tightened around your head, forcing you in place for a moment as you took your time drinking up every drop of their sweet release, finishing with a kiss on their twitching thighs.

“So messy.., my lord. Did I successfully satisfy you? Do you feel worshiped?” You said in a playful tone as you resumed your place over their lap. You hummed as you cupped their cheeks ever so gently, pulling them into a messy kiss. “Finally got your kiss, hm?”

They let their head tilt back again in pure bliss, a satisfied, dizzy little smile on their face. “I can’t quite remember. I think you may have to do it all again.. just to make sure.”

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silkythewriter · 1 year

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General dating headcanons for Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, and Alastor?

꧁General dating headcanons for Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, and alastor!!꧂

Summary: dating headcanons for our favorite demon boys!

Small warning!: sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes and Sorry if any of the characters are OOC!!

Small note!: Hi! I’m exited to be writing again for hazbin hotel I hope you enjoy these!!<33

Fandom!: hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestions!:

❤︎︎Angel Dust❤︎︎

He absolutely loves physical affection to be honest only thing is don’t do it without warning cause he could get quite startled. But other then that he loves when you hug or cuddle him <33

He never ever lets you get involved with his work though, even if you guys met at work or not he just doesn’t like bringing up work with relaxing time, also Valentino is a powerful man so he doesn’t want you getting involved with his shady business

I feel like he knows a lot of self care routines and he loves doing it with you!! Like face masks and stuff, he also likes showing you how he takes care of his fur/hair and chest fluff he finds it relaxing doing it with you and explaining the steps

He calls you and him the parents of fat nuggets ☠️ but honestly you don’t mind considering how cute they are!! He loves playing with fat nuggets and you, he even once did that thing where you put your pet on the ground and made them choose between you and the other person, fat nuggets went to you some how which angel was completely shocked about but accepted it 😭

This man can get very flirtatious at any given moment even when it isn’t appropriate, like that one time he started flirting with you as you tried talking to a friend on the phone ect. You always get flustered or flirt back, if you do flirt back expect a flirting war too Accor

He loves stealing stuff for you, of course he never out right says it but when you see a ring he gave you and see a name incrusted into it on the inner side you kinda just assumed it 🤷‍♀️

Overall this man is very affectionate towards you and absolutely loves you to death and back, and he can show it in many different ways if you know what I’m sayin 🧑‍🦯

Cherry bomb and you are great friends to be honest and honestly angel loves that, he absolutely loves shopping or blowing up and causing chaos together!!!

Has adorable nicknames or you like sugar, bunny, sweet cheeks, and my lil addiction <333

🥃Husk🥃

People where honestly surprised with your guy’s relationship and how you made him fall in love with you- they always assumed he just hated the thought of dating until you came along

Please be patient with him cause he’s not the best with physical nor emotional affection he’s still getting use to it so please give him the poor guy some time 😭😭

Drinking buds for sure only if you really want to though, but don’t expect to get drunk easily. You’ll have a to wait a bit and dink wayyy more then what’s good for you just to see him tipsy

He doesn’t let you try drinking like him cause he does worry for you even if he doesn’t show you in the best ways.

Your guy’s relationship probably gets really rocky sometimes, he honestly doesn’t mean to do it but he’s just kinda getting use to the idea of someone caring for him so he can maybe make you cry sometimes because of he’s comments so if your soft hearted keep in mind he doesn’t mean it in a rude way!….most of the times….

He’s has a genuine fear of you leaving or you just breaking things off randomly cause he knows his behavior is hard to handle but he can’t really fix that

He does (surprisingly) cut back on drinking, this honestly took him a bit of will power but he did it for you so he doesn’t regret it one bit <3.

On the off chance he gets use to physical affection, he absolutely loves when you pet his fur/wing. Sometimes it leads him to purring iyour lucky but the other staff tease him about it a lot so he’d rather do it in private ☠️

Not one for PDA to be honest he has a rough persona and he has a hard time shifting/Changing that

🐍Sir Pentious🐍

This guy is a piece of work honestly- he’s a big hand full

Whenever you guys are in public he’s a “bad boy” but trust once your behind closed door this man is all over you and can’t handle being without you😭😭🫶

If you complement one of his plans or inventions you bet he’s gonna be stuttering and blushing like he’s having a heat stroke- he feels completely embarrassed afterwards 😭😭

The egg bois love setting you guys up for random dates- sir pentious always said he hated it but secretly loves it cause you laugh and giggle at the silliness of the situation, he find your laugh intoxicating

You have to constantly make sure he isn’t hurting or accidentally killing the sweet eggs ☠️they are at constant thanks to your mercy and treat you as well as they treat sir pentious. They absolutely adore you<3

You have to make sure he’s okay after every battle he has that mostly contains alastor- you have a bone to pick with that deer boy but for now you have to focus on the hurt grumpy sack of snake infront of you

He has cute nicknames for you like angel!!, the ones he uses the most is my butterfly, tiny mice, and darling <3 he mostly uses them in private though cause he doesn’t wanna show any weakness to he’s enemies

Whenever you guys cuddle he loves wrapping he’s tail around you while he snuggles his head into your chest or you snuggle into his, sometimes he accidentally tights his grip a bit to much- but it manageable once you start getting use to it!!

He can be quite the drama queen sometimes- depending on the setting and situation. If you guys are in private you have to help him calm down by hanging out with him or just petting him and comforting him. But if you guys are in a public situation he’ll just make a big scene and just fight someone randomly-

🦌Alastor🦌

This man can be such a gentleman but smart ass at the same time 💀💀

People are very aware of you guys being together, which leads to people scattering or running off at your presents because their terrified of what would happen to them if they do one wrong move around you

He’s a complete gentleman to you, like opening doors for you, pulling out a chair, or kissing the back of your hand type stuff! Honestly it would be completely adorable to people if it wasn’t for his overlord status

He’s pretty okay with PDA! Just doesn’t really like overdoing it, he mostly keeps it to hand on waist and that’s pretty much it 💀he likes dong more interment stuff privately like hugging or cuddling

On rare occasions he might let you stroke his hair or touch his tail but it’s very rare 💀 he doesn’t like being vulnerable most of the time so don’t expect this to happen often sadly :(.

He loves seeing you wear he’s tie for some weird reason, he can’t explain why he does he just finds it adorable and humors it

OMG, he absolutely AODRES making Jambalaya for you, or just cooking and baking in general!!!, though he’s a bit worse at baking then cooking but he still finds it fun! It doesn’t Matter if you do or don’t know how to cook or bake it’s just for fun, he loves seeing you giggling or smiling while your clothes and face are covered with flower and such <3

He’s not overprotective to say just a bit… worried, is the best way to put it, of course he never breaks he’s undying smile but with how many powerful enemies he has he gets worried about all the worst possibilities, that’s why he keeps a close eye on you, also makes you guys wait awhile before being a bit public about your relationship but even then few demons know about it if they pay close attention. Which works in their favor cause they can quickly run away from you just incase the radio demon is lingering near you

Nifty is one who goes with you incase he can’t he needs to make sure your okay, or he just sends his shadow. Like I said he has many powerful enemies so being with him might come with some drawbacks but trust me after awhile it’ll be worth it!! <3

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!! I absolutely loved writing this😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶it was so fun I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!!

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Repost from peach-cream-enmu-archive

Want to be a cute lil pixie small enough to sleep in tulips, or in soap bubbles. A ditzy little cute chubby fairy living in the diasomnia dorm, so small that I get to just sit on Malleus’s shoulder. So small you can’t hear me unless I’m right by you. Want to see his lashes flutter as he smiles softly and hums when I kiss his cheek before flying off to do whatever.

Want Lilia to tease me for being so small, pet my hair with one finger and remark about how cute I look being ‘pampered’. He pops my soap bubbles while I’m sleeping and catches me in the palm of his hand and laughs, carrying me with him during the day. Wanna kiss him too, but he does that thing where they lean in, eyes closed eyebrows raised and wearing a smirk, waiting expectantly for a kiss.

Silver starting to sleep with one hand facing up, in case I come along and want to nap with him. Sitting in his hand and watching his lashes flutter in his sleep, or his soft breaths push his pretty hair slightly. Getting to be there, the first thing he see when he wakes up, me all smiley and awe struck at how pretty he is, watching a small sleepy smile grow on his face.

Arguing with Sebek! Though to anyone not close by it just sounds like him arguing with himself, and to people closer sounding like him arguing to himself and then a little bell twinkling in response. Telling him he needs to nicer, and also get more sleep! Why can’t he be like Silver? I want to take naps with him too! Everyone deserves good naps! And him saying he has responsibilities, but what would a little pixie with nothing important to do know about that?

I can’t stop imagining Malleus waving his fingers through the air slowly as he controls little green whisps of magic that chase me around as I laugh, and he gets to enjoy the bell like chime of my voice when I’m farther away. Silver bringing me outside and I get to meet all the little critters that come up to him and make friends with them! They bring me shells of nuts, or little flower buds that look like cups and I drink juice out of when the dorm is having a meal or such! Lilia casually floating around on his back, me sitting on his chest as I talk and talk about ‘all the things I did that day’ while they were at school. Bickering with Sebek to the point he has to walk away, and watching him try not to laugh as my frustrated cries turn into frantic twinkles of a bell as he gets further away.

Hmpf😡🫧

#cream wonderland #sugar coated cream #cream writes

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pandapillow · 2 years

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Prompt: You Headpat Them

You and Trey were having a great time baking together

“Thanks for helping out in the kitchen. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to finish all this food for the unbirthday party tomorrow.”

YEAH OF COURSE BRO! CAN’T LET MY BEST BUDDY SLAVE AWAY IN THE KITCHEN ALL ALONE!

You give him a lil pat on the head and WOW his hair is soft

Pat pat pat

Pat pat pat pat pat

Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat

He chuckles

“I don’t mind the headpats, but you're messing up my hair.”

Oh oops…

All in all a 12/10 experience

Would do it again

Look at those fluffy ears

Don’t they look so soft?

They way they twitch whenever a fallen leaf hits it

Ohhh if only you could touch them just for a lil bit

Maybe if you ask nicely Ruggie will let you pet him…

“HEY RUGGIE CAN I PET YOU?”

Ruggie snaps his head at you and he looked at you like you ate his lunch

That’s a lot of you’s in that sentence

For a moment you think he’ll say no, but he pauses for a bit, and smiles

“Get me 5 of the lunch special and I might let ya’!”

5 Lunch Specials later you get to pet him and WOW

He’s so softttttt

LIKE, YOU THOUGHT TREY’S HAIR WAS SOFT? NAH RUGGIE’S EARS DEFINITELY WIN!

You can’t help but snuggle up a bit closer to him

At least you would if Ruggie pushed you away

Oughhh crying

10/10 would do again

-2 points for the wallet

You’re helping Jade water all his mushrooms when you have the brilliant idea to headpat Jade

You look at him for a moment and contemplate if you should pull a sneak attack on him or to just go for it

Hmmmmmmmmmmm…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..

Yeah just go for it

Oooo his hair is pretty silky

You can see Jade flinch for a bit and turn to you in surprise

He smiles and reaches towards you to…

HEADPAT YOU

NICE

NOW THE BOTH OF YOU ARE HEADPATTING EACH OTHER WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

HONESTY IT LOOKS KINDA WEIRD FROM OUTSIDE BUT IT'S PRETTY WHOLESOME!

9/10 would probably do again

He’s in da kitchen cookin’~

And your behind him sneakin’~

Gonna quickly pat him~

Oh wow his hair is pretty-ACH

Jamil WHIPS HIS HEAD AROUND AND HIS HAIR JUST SLAPS YOU

BAM

NOW YOU’RE ON THE FLOOR

THE COLD KITCHEN FLOOR

YOU CAN HEAR JAMIL PANICKING BUT YOUR TOO BUSY LYING ON THE COLD KITCHEN FLOOR

“Oh fu-.”

Jamil really went, “I whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth-.”

0/10 would NOT do again

You were on a headpatting roll so might as well headpat Rook right?

And you learned your lesson from last time so you ask Rook if you can headpat him

“Hey Rook can I headpat you?”

“Oh? So you have finally seeked moi out and grace me with a pat on the head?”

“Of course you can Trickster~”

He takes off his hat and you RUFFLE HIS HAIR

THAT’S RIGHT

HIS SILKY, SOFT, AND NEATLY BRUSHED HAIR IS NOW A MESS

A RATS NEST

YEAH IT- huh?

A shiver runs up your spine

You can feel someone staring at you

You can feel their glare burning through your head

You turn around and see… VIL!

“Oh~ Roi de Poison you’re here~.”

“Vil it’s not what you thi-.”

You Diedjk

2/10 would not do again

You stare at his hair(?) for a moment and think

Is it real fire?

I mean, you might as well ask him

“Hey Ortho is your hair actual fire?”

“Nope!”

“Oh cool! Can I headpat you then?”

Ortho lights up

“Of course!”

You give him a nice lil headpat

And adorable lil Ortho looks so happy~ <3

Aweee he’s so precious <3

100/10 would definitely do again <3

You were about to go looking for Lilia when he just POPS UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

THANKS FOR THE HEART ATTACK BUD

WASN’T REALLLY SURE IF MY HEART WAS STILL BEATING, BUT NOW I KNOW

THANKS BUDDY

“Prefect! I’m glad I ran into you~.”

“I’m ready for you to headpat me!” ^u^

How convenient!

…

“Hey Lilia, are you gonna stay upside down the whole time?”

“Of course!”

…ok

This is new

You turn your hand upside down(?) and headpat him

Honestly kinda a weird feeling, buttttt his hair feels kinda nice and Lilia looks pretty pleased with himself

10/10 would do it again

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seita · 3 years

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— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut #hajime iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #afton.writes

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peach-cream-enmu-archive · 2 years

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Hmpf😡🫧

#this is not macro/micro kink #i just want to be a lil cute thing with wings and sleeping in soap bubbles #and then I started thinking about diasomnia with a lil pixie dorm ‘pet’#sugar coated cream #cream wonderland

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hentaikyuu · 3 years

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triggers – oral [ female + male receiving ], masturbation [ male ], bondage

word count – 1.7k

note – finally posted :D

pairing – best friend! bokuto x reader

shit, you take me so well- fuck!" bokuto heaves, getting interrupted by his own moaning. "fuck, fuck, fuck- oh my god-" his eyes roll back as he continues to fuck his fist.

you watch from behind the door, thighs pressed together with the sound of your best friend's deep moans. when your best friend had excused himself to "take care of himself", you never expected for this, or for him to be so big.

you unconsciously take a step closer, eyes trained on his fucked out face. the door creaks open, causing bokuto to pause, and tilt his head at the door. fuck.

your best friend suddenly chuckles, having finally spotted your peering face behind the door frame.

"enjoying the show, princess?" he leans against the chair, and shakes his head. "you know, spying isn't something a good girl would do," he raises his eyebrow as you continue to hide behind the doorframe, and beckons you with two fingers. "come on, angel, let's make me feel good, hm?"

you swallow audibly, and walk to him, avoiding his gaze. sitting on the bed next to his chair, you stare at the ground, suddenly interested in the tiles.

he clicks his tongue, and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "awh, the angel won't even look at her best friend?" he pretends to pout, and moves your face closer to his, running a rough hand along your jawline. bokuto leans closer to your face, whispering in your ear, "princess, do you want this?"

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you realize how close his body was to yours. nodding slowly, you breathe, "yes please, bo... want it so bad..."

he nods, smirking proudly at you as he looks you up and down as if a predator looking at his prey. "that's a good angel."

your best friend tilts your jaw up with his hand, and slowly closes the space between your lips. letting out a whimper, you reach up to grip his hair as he deepens the kiss.

"oh fuck-" bokuto breaks the kiss to leave small bites along your jaw and neck, kissing and nipping everywhere to make small gasps escape from your mouth.

"you're so innocent, it drives me crazy, fuck-" he almost growls, lifting your shirt and bra as he continues to attack your neck with his bites.

"bo-" you moan out, tilting your neck towards him so he can have more access.

the boy takes a deep breath as he stares at your naked torso, staring at you in awe. "wow. you were hiding all of this from me?" he shakes his head as he runs his warm hands on you, causing you to shut your eyes. he stares at your closed eyes, biting his lip as he gets an idea. he leans in close again, whispering, "since my angel is so intent on keeping her eyes closed, how about i help with that, yeah?" you shivered as his hot breath hit your eyes, and you nod at him.

"good." as you smile at his praise, bokuto grabs a nearby ribbon and ties it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold, and pushes you on top of the bed. "dont. move." you stay still as he continues on to grab another ribbon, tying it around your hands, and tying that to the bedpost. he stands back, nodding at his finished work. "now i can play all i want with my little princess."

you inhale sharply, pressing your thighs together at his words.

"oh come on, angel." bokuto glances at your thighs pressing together and holds them apart lightly. "you can't just pleasure yourself first, can you? you have to pleasure daddy." he pushes you into an upright position, and pulls your pants off, biting back a smile as he sees your pink lacy panties. "how adorable."

you shake your head at his words. "not adorable, bo!"

"yeah?" he runs a finger up your slit, making your head throw back instinctively. "and that's not cute? what is it then?" he removes his finger, making you whine from the loss of contact.

you shrug at him, and try to press your thighs together again.

"uh uh uh~" he chides, keeping your legs apart with one hand. "looks like no one has taught you any manners, huh? don't worry, princess. im here to teach you." he flicks your panties lightly, hitting your clit exactly, drawing out a yelp from you.

"teach... me?"

"that's right. in fact, i take it upon myself to do so. and to fuck you dumb, of course." the corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as your best friend adds, "im sure you would look so gorgeous fucked dumb, with my hand around your throat, the only word you're able to say being my name."

you feel heat creep up to your cheeks as bokuto says those words. you were far too gone to protest, to even say anything. you nod. "want that... want everything!"

"my, what a greedy little princess." he smacks your breast sharply, biting his lip as he watches it jiggle. "and yet, so pretty..." he runs a thumb on your breast and cups it, bringing it closer to his mouth. he plants soft kisses on your breasts, enjoying listening to you moan.

"more... i need more!" your mind was filled him, only him, and he had barely touched you. your thoughts were just as lust filled as his predatory eyes, as they watched your expressions of pleasure.

"more?" bokuto smacks your other breast, trying not to chuckle as you whined and wiggled with his touch. "oh come on, angel, use your words now."

"fuck, please, i need you, please... please..." you start begging, eyebrows furrowing with the thought of not ever getting anything to ease the pressure on your core.

your best friend smirks at your words, watching you wiggle around with a mildly impressed look on his face. "you need me, angel? you really do? need me?"

"m-mhm..."

"fuck, that's so hot." bokuto begins nipping below your breasts, making his way down to your panties. "fuck..." he breathes out, hooking his fingers on your pantie line, and finally pulling down. tossing your panties to the side, he begins kissing your swollen clit almost frantically, like a starved dog.

"bo- fu- bo!" you bite down on your lip to stop any more moans from coming out as he continues to lick at your bud quickly. "shit-"

your so called "bo" is now sitting on the bed, hands gripping your thighs so hard it could leave bruises, licking and kissing at your bud so quickly, so frantically, so perfectly. waves of euphoria shoot through your body, eyes rolling back due to the pleasure your best friend was giving you.

"feels good?" his low voice sent shivers through your body, turning you on more than you expected. he smirks at your expression, licking twice more. "answer my question. if you want to fucked, that is."

you nod, shaking your head hard. "yes! feels really good, please! want to get fucked!"

he shakes his head. "does pretty little pet only respond when i threaten her?" he clicks his tongue. "no fucking manners." he slaps your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain up your body. "hm? you like that?" he slaps it again, chuckling at the filthy sounds that came from your mouth every time he slapped it. "i can tell."

a squeak escapes your mouth as he keeps on slapping your sensitive clit, stopping between each slap to caress it gently. "bo! please!" you let out a choked sob, almost crying at the pressure he had built up.

"please what, angel? you need to use your words with me if you want to get anywhere." he purses up his lips and opens your jaw with one hand, spitting into your mouth. "fuck- how does it taste, princess?"

you swallow eagerly, opening your mouth hopefully. the blindfold made your senses elevate to a different level, and every time bokuto slightly brushed against your body, you felt your body reacted immensely to his touches. you were hot and were already tired, with cute little puffs coming out of your mouth. bokuto's hand was now wrapped around your throat, squeezing so perfectly that you could cum just from that. you just felt so good.

"tastes so good, bo! please... need you..." you cry out, hands gripping the sheets as you thought about him not giving you his cock. "please! use me!"

he chuckles. "use you? you wanna be my pretty lil fucktoy?"

you nod emphatically, adding another "please..." for more effect.

"fuck." he grunts, running his hand through his hair, your begging made him more hornier than before. "you know how fucking pathetic you look like, right? all pretty like this, in front of your best friend?"

"mhm! so pa-pathetic, bo! please-"

bokuto shakes his head. "and the little angel can't even speak without stuttering? is this all because of me?"

"mhm..." a tear slips out. "please!"

he chuckles. "since my little angel begged so well, daddy will let you make him feel good as a treat, okay?"

"m-mhm!" you look at bokuto, another tear forming in your eye. "wanna be good and make you feel good!" you whisper, looking to him for words of praise.

he chuckles, hand reaching to caress your already tear stained cheek. "oh, darling. you will." he moves to your wrists, letting the ribbon go and making you sit up. "on your knees now, angel."

you nod immediately, dropping to the floor to look up at him innocently, making him smile and whisper, "good girl. now open up~" as you open your jaw obediently, he pushes his cock inside your mouth, smiling sweetly at you.

the boy slowly begins to move, every shallow thrust of his hips making you whine, every roll of his hips making his head get thrown back in pleasure and ecstasy. you were sure you were dripping at the sight. his hands made their way to your hair, weaving themselves in and tugging every time you let out a whimper.

"fuck, angel, im going to go faster, okay?"

you nod at his words, making him pat your head proudly. he starts to speed up, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag. your eyes start to tear up with the abuse of your throat and your grip on his thighs becomes harder.

bokuto looks down at you, smirking at the look on your face. whimpering and needy, yet still needing to him feel good. just the way he wanted you.

“gonna- fuck, gonna cum-” your best friend cums in your mouth, filling your throat with his white seed. wincing slightly at the taste, you swallow it eagerly, bright eyes turning to him for more.

“daddy’s gonna touch me now?” you ask, cocking your head slightly.

“oh, just you wait, darling. you’ll never regret letting your best friend fuck you.”

#completely self indulgent #no one :#me : *italicizes everything*#workz 🍭#bokuto fic #bokuto x yn #bokuto smut #haikyuu fics #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kotaro bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #hq #anime

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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he lives in my lap | reader x changbin

➛ Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x seo changbin

➛ Recommended listening: she lives in my lap, outkast

➛ Genre: pwp (smut), fluffy tones, 18+

➛ Word count: 3.9k

✨ Summary/Request Here ✨

Anon: sub!changbin nipple play drabble👁👁

i’m such a sucker for sub bin smh

a/n: thank you for requesting sweet anon! any day, any time i will write sub!changbin! this was such a pleasure to write n’ i hope that ya like it! <3

{see below for nsfw tags!}

NSFW: dom!reader, sub!changbin, tsundere!bin, slightlybratty!bin, established relationship, use of petnames, body worship (calm tf down ro, we know you love binnies’ bod), *plz pretend to be surprised here too* thigh kink, power dynamics, LOADS of nipple play (m receiving), praising & mild degradation, handjob, lil pet of petplay (bunny), v soft aftercare

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you caught him sulking, bundled up in his chair with his legs crossed and his eyes dried. its the times like this when you don’t need him to tell you what’s going through his mind. he huffs and spins around just to get a moment to break his stare at the screen. he rubs at his temples where his headache surges, but he’ll never stop to ask for help or to express how tired he really is.

“what are you working on?” you simply ask as you cross the way behind him and squeeze his shoulders.

he sighs, and answers, “work.”

it’s barely an answer, but knowing him, prodding wouldn’t do much else.

“its getting late,” you pause, contemplating to next part of your phrase, “could you come to bed? i’d....love to have you with me...if you can.”

his fingers stop their typing, and he pulls off a single padded headphone to listen to you.

“you know that i’ve got a deadline. can’t.”

“wouldn’t you like to--”

“--can’t you just live one night without it?” he barks, swiveling in his seat to face you.

his eyes, the whites of them pink and his under-eyes bagged, tell you that you can’t take exactly what he means to heart, but still, it doesn’t hurt much less.

“bin--i just want you to take care of yourself and not overwork. you know that you need your rest to make everything work out right. right?”

your boyfriend sighs and composes himself, then puts his headphones back on.

“deadlines are deadlines.” changbin simply replies. “in a couple days it’ll be over.”

the sound of his clicking at his mouse fills the room back up, and this close you can hear the faint buzz of his music on the other side of his headphones. its as if he wants to create some kind of shell between you and him; he pulls his hood up and balls himself up in his big black hoodie.

with him, your patience overcomes anything.

“bin--” you reach for his arm to rub in calming little circles with your thumb, “you’re worrying me.”

the exhaustion in his voice causes it to crack, “i’m fine.”

it doesn’t take him much to go up in arms when you pull off his headphones to hold his puffy face in your hands. earnestly you hold his eyes with yours.

“you’ve worked so much already today. please, come to bed, i know you won’t admit it to yourself, but it’ll be okay if you sleep for just a little while....or, relax at least...”

changbin huffs out again in his same little annoyed nature. you knew the ins and outs of him well: your words might have gone in one ear and left out the other, but they still would jumble him up on their way out.

“i said that i’m fine,” your boyfriend repeats, “you’re worrying over nothing.”

it isn’t easy to admit defeat in the moment, but that’s all it is: a moment. he allows you the pause to plant a tiny kiss on his forehead before focusing back on his work. the truth is, you really did want him to join. the bed was always warmer with two anyway. these days, it was even a little hard to fall asleep with him.

“well,” you throw your hands on your hips, “i’ll just be back here...if you need anything. i can warm up your side for you, kay?”

for a moment, his fingers stop their clicking, wavering. “okay.”

he likes it when you wear his shirts and other little things like that. he even thinks that its cute when you steal his socks and they bunch up a little. after living together your clothes have started to all smell the same, but knowing that it’s his has always been enough for you.

at first, you promise yourself that you’ll stay up as long as he does, but not even you can stay up that late. he turns the lights off for you, leaving only his desk lamp and the blue screen of his desktop. silently you promise him that you’ll stay up as long as you can manage...

“--oh. sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up...”

your blurry eyesight makes out the time that’s ticked past two hours since you last remember checking.

“its okay,” your sleepy self returns. you’ve fallen asleep on his side of the bed which you promised to warm up, but he won’t ask you to give it up when you’re half awake.

“i’ve decided to sleep in late tomorrow.” he hums while reaching for his phone light to turn it off. “you’re right.”

“i know that i’m right.”

even in the dark you can feel his little joking smirk. the mattress makes springy sounds under the weight of your two bodies, and somehow your hands find their way into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. there’s nothing like feeling his presence beside you--its a kind of irreplaceable reassurance that you’ve only ever felt in him.

he’s close enough to feel his tiny breaths in the space between you, and how it tickles your upper lip. sleepy kisses float from your lips to his which he happy returns by pressing into you closer and melding your body with his. you make a point to kiss him slowly and with every ounce of intent that you are able to pour from yourself to him.

your love unties himself for you just as he does whenever he feels your thumb trace under his jaw slowly or as you hold his face in your hands, tilting him to deepen your exploration of his mouth. you can feel him get looser and looser after being so tightly bound. your hands work at his knots with swift fingers that interweave with his hair, then find their way to traipse up the hem of his clothes.

he mutters a little sound that could be translated into many pleasurable things, but you don’t need to think too hard to interpret it.

“binnie...” you coo, gently rolling him to his back to lean over him with your upper body, “you’re doing so well. i can tell how hard that you’re working...there’s no need to hide.”

he nods, allowing you to paint his cheeks with more little kisses that fall down to his neck, then travel back up to his ear where you nibble softly. in your own mind, its your favorite place to show him your love: he shivers feeling your breath quiver in his ear, then exhales out after feeling the small pull at his skin.

higher under his shirt your hands tip-toe, then trance the curves of his sides and finally reach the spot where he is most sensitive...your boyfriend gifts you the gorgeous sound of his uncontrollable little whimpers once he feels the pads of your fingers graze over one of his hardened nipples.

“oh?” you taunt, “already so sensitive?”

changbin attempts a scoff that comes out airy on his lips, “i mean, yeah...when you do that.”

your index circles his bud, causing and even more delightful symphony of shaking breaths to exit.

“...but its so late...” you remind him. its halfway between a genuine reminder and somewhat of a challenge. there’s nothing more that you would want, but the clock tells you otherwise.

your room is nearly devoid of light save for the way that the crescent moon peeks through the slits of the shades. the silver light illuminates his face in stripes, one of them directly over his eyes which makes them sparkle with the same iridescent shine of stars.

“do you think that i care?” changbin shies a bit into the puffy pillow that cradles his head.

from your position above him you can see the way that he pleads wordlessly, and how he just knows that he’s irresistible to you. his gaze softens to shift in that cute little pout. he too knows how to untie you, how to make you fall into him so deeply that you can’t see anything but him. he knows exactly what to say, how to wet his his cushy lip so it glistens just a little when he parts his mouth for you to crave even more than you already do.

“do you want me to say please?” he adds.

fuck, he really does know you well.

your knuckles rub along the fuzzy underside of his sweater, scribbling more circles around his nipples that hardens them painfully even though you’re barely touching him.

“that is my favorite word,”

his tone is airy, barely audible when he asks as politely as he can, “please, can you use me how you want?”

you tut, bowing low over his lips to only let them hover over his own. your lie of a kiss just barely makes contact with him. he whines from the promise of your taste, even wiggling his hips in his agony knowing that he won’t get what he wants quickly.

“hm, i didn’t really hear you that time...” slowly your hands begin to pull the fabric of is shirt over his head. “say it again for me?”

“please...?” your boyfriend desperately repeats.

“and you’ll be a good boy for me? you’ll do what i say?”

“yes...yes. everything that you say.”

his hoodie ruffles up his cute dark locks that sprawl all over his face and even cover his eyes. for a moment you think of how his hair had gotten longer than you had noticed. you sweep it aside, holding his eyes while your hand swipes up and down his chest just between his pectorals.

“and you’ll tell me when you want me to stop?”

finally you grant him the kiss he’s been waiting for which he drinks up greedily, moaning carefully over your lips.

“mmhm.”

you nearly startle him after forgetting to move slowly, finding your own eagerness taking hold of you. changbin’s eyes gleam seeing you on top of him and both of your legs straddling his sides. you slither farther down his body to align yourself correctly, then pause finding your place.

after, he then startles you by letting out a sudden cry in response to his beloved sensation. both of your hands are busied pinching and tweaking directly at his pink nipples that turn redder from your touch. you toy with the hardened buds while his eyelids flutter--he can’t figure out if he wants to close his eyes to feel it all, or watch you. he decides upon the latter and tries his best focus on your hands spread on his chest.

its a wondrous indulgence of yours as you watch the way that his muscles fill up your hands and even how his skin pops between your fingers when you squeeze. “my bun,” you sigh in admiration, “i just can’t handle you...”

your head spins when he echoes, “neither can i...”

it seems fair for you to take off your top too, so you do. your hands survey farther up his chest, then course down his arms which you tuck to rest on each side of his head.

“you know how it goes.”

he doesn’t even need the reminder.

“fuck, you’re gonna take all the time you want now, aren’t you?”

your boyfriend regains a bit of his composure to snark with that little unfair smirk of his.

“would you rather me not do this for you at all...bun?”

he rolls his eyes, impatient and annoyed for barely a second. he’s quieted the moment that he feels your lips float over his skin. you can feel the way that his breaths are thrown out from his lungs once you press even harder. his hips squirm and he turns into a puddle of half-choked winces that turn high pitched and needy the closer that you get to the sensitive areas of his chest. your tongue twists around it, only teasing at first and never allowing him to feel the full heat of your mouth. your left hand swipes up his side and settles right over his other bud which you toy with between your index and middle finger. you pull, then delight in the way that you can even feel his moans start deep from his core then come ripping out carelessly.

at last you grant him the wet of your mouth when you tense your lips to pull too. you know that he likes it when you use your teeth too, but you never start with the most exciting part.

his arms twitch like they usually do where they lay on both sides of his head. your boyfriend interlocks his fingers behind his head to pull and hold them there until his knuckles turn white. he would touch you, but you don’t like getting that distracted. you don’t need it anyway to heighten the way that unraveling him already pools heat between your legs and sends you grinding over his midsection.

you use a combination of gentle kisses contrasted with the pull of your fingers and eventually the bite of your teeth to get him properly gasping out as if he cannot breathe. your name finds its way twisted into some of his moans too; it sounds so perfect, so right said that way: airy, wavering, shaking after he bites it into his lip too.

you stop to admire him, now using your thumbs to tease at the way his reddened nipples now look painfully aroused and even glimmer with the sheen of your saliva upon them. changbin is flushed out all across his cheeks and even over his nose bridge. the rouge spreads down to his neck where the veins there quiver with each of his senseless gasps for air. he jerks from the careful feeling of the pad of your thumb compared to how viciously you had tugged at him before. you grind down your hips into his hard-on between your legs and into your own heat which craves him just as much.

“good?”

he nods, and chuckles out after reveling under your view.

you free his hands from their place behind his head, then you immediately find yourself wrapped up so tightly in his arms that you let out a tiny squeak. his thick arms that stretch with the strings of muscles always remind you that the power you have over him, he holds over you just the same. he brings your lips back to his to kiss thanks into your mouth that’s become raw from your musings.

“i’m not done yet.” you sneer directly into him.

“i had a feeling.”

your love knows how to sit and look pretty for you. how to keep his hands to himself and wait just enough for you to make a proper mess of him. even though you don’t see it, he’s infatuated watching you twist over him to the bed table and pick up the cup of water that holds partially melted ice. the sound of the cubes chime against the glass and burns your hand with the cold once you choose the largest of the lot.

changbin looks at you fearful at first still consumed by your heat which lingers all over his body. you test out the sensation by spreading out your opposite hand first which is wet from the condensation from the glass.

“ah!” he winces out.

“too cold?”

“n-no...” somethings shift in the way that he holds your gaze and the ice quickly melting in your hand. “i-i want it...”

“you sure?”

“please don’t make me wait again...”

the cold from the cube starts to make your fingertips turn numb, but its of no conscious to you when he holds every bit of your attention while you wait for his visceral response.

he yelps, nearly almost screaming from the mixture of cold and hot that swirls around his body. he grinds his teeth into a groan next to steady himself feeling the tenderness of his nipples next to the freezing cold. you can’t help but stifle a greedy laugh at how downright confused he seems at the two sensations of arousal and biting pain that made him feel even more lightheaded.

you love the sight of the whites of his eyes when he reaches a kind of euphoria that only you can give him.

“oooooh god.” he laughs along with you at how preposterously unreal it feels. the little smile that anchors on his mouth is unbelievably cute, and you can’t help but want to feel it on your own.

you trace circles around and around his buds until they harden just as they had done under your tongue. he shivers too; either from the cold, or from the overload of his senses--it travels from the tip of his head, through his hips and down to his toes.

“aw, my bun likes this...doesn’t he?”

“mmm.”

the ice only lasts a few moments on his chest and between your fingers. after, his chest is left shimmering from the new substance that looks like liquid crystal all over him and where it drips down to the comforter in droplets.

you shift your attention lower down his stomach where you stop right above his bellybutton to let both of your hands hook under his sweats. you look up for approval, which he eagerly gives with the hastily phrase repeated, “do it, do it.”

his clothes it the floor in a puddle, and your boyfriend is left bare for you to take in. you indulge in every single part of him that you’ve explored time and time again, but each time it feels renewed. your hands eat up his thighs with covetous squeezes until the crescent-moon shape of your nails decorates him nearly everywhere. they slide up higher, finding the place where his curved and rosy cock bobs waiting for your touch.

“poor bunny....does it ache when i don’t touch your cute little cock?” you trace a finger up his shaft which causes his body to violently jerk in response. the truth of the matter is, he’s anything but little.

even when your words turn venomous back on him, he still drinks it up as if it is nectar.

a wicked chuckle passes by your lips remembering what he had said to you a couple hours before. “can’t you just live one night without it?”

“n-no--” he stammers, “i-i’m sorry that i said--”

you silence him with a finger to his lips. “sit up.”

he does so, trying to gauge what you’re planning to do next. the mystery of it all enthralls him to the point of working his cock up with pearly pre-cum that drips down his length. changbin waits as you reposition yourself behind him, just so he sits flush against your torso and between your legs.

at first, you trial you hands up and down his thighs to create a show for him. your fingertips tickle him gently where his leg hair grows thin and soft. you then move to massage into his inner thighs and the more intimate erogenous areas there that you claw at.

“hm. maybe i’ll let you get what you want if you say--”

your boyfriend’s hands bury themselves into the sheets to grab at anything to provide balance. “--please! please...i’ll say it however many times it takes...”

you tsk, then nibble into the peachy cartilage of his earlobe. “mm, that’s enough. i’m feeling generous...”

you wet a stripe of your saliva up your palm and guide it to his length where you give him one good squeeze that is more than enough to send his toes curling. he whimpers out feeling the lack of contact afterward, realizing that one squeeze was all that you were planning. instead, shift your motions toward his tip and his seeping slit. the tip of your index draws rings around it which elicits agonizingly gruff growls from his throat that you’ve only ever heard a couple times before.

“please, please, please....” he chants.

you do love the way it sounds.

his moans become even louder once he feels the tension from your grasp where it returns to his shaft and pumps. in a way, the whole image is just perfect for the both of you: as you peer over his shoulder you can’t even but help feel turned on by the sight of your own hand and how it twists around the throbbing veins that imprint his cock. with your non-dominant hand you continue traversing the squishy and fleshy bits of his thigh.

your boyfriend laughs out his growing self-indulgence while you work your hand up and down, then experiment with testing him with the ways that you can squeeze harder then softer. changbin throws his head back into your shoulder lazily once he starts to feel his senses slow and intensify the closer that he gets to his release. he shudders against you too, and tightens his body too as he edges himself even closer.

after the distraction that you’ve crafted tugging him up and down and how the twist of your wrist feels like heaven, he jumps still feeling your free hand find its way back up his chest one last time roll his nipple between your fingers. the combination of the two sends him spilling right over the edge and overflowing with a rambling of curses and half-attempted moans coupled with the release of his seed cascading down the back of your hand.

nearly all of your boyfriend’s weight falls upon you and you giggle trying to deal with your previously cold and stubborn lover reduced to nearly nothing but a limp and euphoric mess in your arms.

“you okay?” you ask him, peppering tiny kisses into his neck.

“give me...a minute.” he laughs out too. “i’m just...really...exhausted. but--in a really, really good way.”

“time to get some rest then?”

changbin nods, and gives you back as many kisses he can with his neck titled at this somewhat awkward angle.

“stay right here, hm?”

you cradle him back to slide out from behind him and work at cleaning yourself off, and them him--he loves obliging if it means that he gets to be pampered with clean clothes and your little massage to his shoulders to get his tensed body relax even more. the blankets get exchanged for new ones and you find him telling you not to put your shirt back on.

changbin flushes, explaining, “i just like being close like this with you. everyday. any day. i can’t live without it either.”

you can’t exactly tell who is “holding” who, but it all just feels so peaceful and intimate you almost forgot that you were supposed to be sleeping until the day breaks behind your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“thank you,” changbin sighs, “thank you for taking care of me.”

“now start taking care of yourself.” you tease, “don’t overwork yourself, got it?”

your boyfriend sleepily hums, and tows you right back into his chest. “don’t worry, i have a feeling that i’ll be sleeping in pretty late.”

~🌹~

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Journal Part 2 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 3.2k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, solo masturbation (m), “mommy/ma’am”, other pet names, more smut within smut [spanking, punishment], breast play, begging, agreement of safe word, unprotected PIV, choking, creampie, male overstimulation, a lil bit more but that’s the main stuff

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

The dim light of the desk lamp was all that lit the room as Jeongin desperately jotted his thoughts down into his journal. It was very late at night, almost sunrise, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. As he was writing, he was completely hard, and his hand was lazily stroking his cock, not in an attempt to reach an orgasm, but rather just to relieve some of the pent up energy he had inside of himself.

This journal will no longer have to be fantasy. Finally, after years of going after girls and failing miserably, I have a girl that wants me, but not just a girl, a woman. Ms. L/n, the woman this entire book is for, said she needs me, and she did get me like she wanted. Although I wasn’t thinking straight, I remember everything. Her defined hands worshipped my body while she teased me, and even with my underwear on, it was hard not whimpering and moaning as she gripped my cock like I’ve wanted her to for so long. When she went down on me, it felt like a dream. I almost pinched myself out of fear that it was all a dream, but when I looked down to see my release covering her chest, I knew it wasn’t.

The kiss… Her lips were so pretty and soft. The way she kissed me made my heart burst, like my life was just starting to begin. As cheesy as that sounds, I can’t shake the feeling that my neighbor who I once only lusted for was becoming more than just the woman I think about when I’m needy. I want to be with her all the time, and not just for sex. It’s too early to say I’m in love, of course, but despite her being over ten years older than me, would it be crazy of me to say that I like her?

Jeongin shut the journal, putting it in his bookbag for tomorrow. Looking back out of his bedroom window, the light behind your curtains was off, signaling it was way too late for him to be up. He slept good that night knowing all of his wildest and dirtiest dreams were about to come true, or at least a few of them.

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

School was always a drag, but only having one class on Friday’s was a gift from God for Jeongin. All he had to do was get through an hour and a half of class, then he could go to your house. Through text, you told him to be prepared to stay late, possibly overnight, and being the overly excited (and horny) teenage boy that Jeongin is, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. Late night sex, morning sex, shower sex, the things he wanted to do with you were endless. Still, he also wanted to hold your hand, as weird as that sounded.

Putting his feelings aside, he joined his last class of the week and scrolled through his phone as his teacher blabbed on about who-knows-what. He needed something to distract him from the massive distraction that was your entire existence.

He dashed out of his house right when class ended, showing up to your house earlier than usual only by a few minutes. You thanked him for watching your kids and left, and the casualness of your mannerisms alarmed Jeongin. You’re all he’s been thinking about for the past day, so how were you so calm and collected as if you weren’t wearing the same shirt that had his cum on it, albeit washed and dried right after the fact.

Your kids certainly help Jeongin get his mind off of you when they immediately ask him to play once you leave. After going through every jigsaw puzzle and playing with every Barbie doll, he finally put them to bed, giving him over an hour before you get home from work to write whatever he wants in his journal. He just has to avoid falling asleep this time.

“Please hit me harder ma’am,” I whine as she has me bent over her lap. I deserve this, and even more so, I want this. I want Ms. L/n to spank my ass as hard as she can while I writhe in her lap with my hard cock rubbing against her leg. “I’ve been a bad boy, haven’t I?” The marks she leaves on my ass burn in the best way. Feeling her nails dig into my skin when she grabs the flesh that she’s made bright red, I cry out of pleasure and pain. What’s so rewarding about being punished, and why does it make my cock twitch with excitement when you treat me like shit?

Subconsciously, Jeongin’s free hand has moved to the tent in his pants, rubbing over the fabric of his jeans for the slightest bit of stimulation. Feeling himself, he puts the journal to the side after writing nearly two pages of disgusting fantasies. Despite having a nice, wholesome time with your two daughters under an hour ago, his mind, as usual, wonders to the thought of you pleasuring him and yourself as much as you want. To Jeongin, he’s your babysitter but also your toy that will happily let you use him however you wish, basically making him your slave.

Getting home a few minutes early, you walk into your house to see the living room empty, although you were expecting your babysitter to be on the couch. Opening the door to your kids’ room, they’re sound asleep with no sign of him. Your head spins when you hear muffled groans coming from your bedroom. Being only mildly pissed, you storm into your room to see none other Yang Jeongin curled into your comforter, jerking off while his head is buried into your pillow.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Jeongin feels the edge of the bed dip as you sit on the edge, but he doesn’t stop. Actually, he speeds up, moaning louder now that you’ve closed the door. He’s still partially dressed with his cute little ass hanging out of the back of his pulled down jeans. “Aw, is my pretty boy about to cum? Who are you thinking about, hm?”

“Y-you.” Jeongin sighs loudly, feeling himself get closer to his climax just by you mentioning it. “I was thinking about you, only you, ma’am.” His whines of this new name make your face flush. You reach out for his thigh, turning him so he’s laying on his back. He flops into position like a ragdoll, but his hand remains pumping his cock. Just by feeling your hands on him, he cums all over his wrinkled tee shirt. Embarrassed he came so fast, he apologizes, but you know very well he isn’t really done yet.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. You’re so young, and I’m sure you can go another round.”

You pull his pants and underwear down his legs, making him gasp from the sudden exposure despite you seeing it all before. “Now sit up and take that shirt off.”

Fully obedient, he stands off the bed and strips until he’s totally naked, face red as he awkwardly holds his hands to his sides. You sit in front of him, running your hands down his arms until you grab his hips and bring him closer until his cock is right at your chest. Although he’s still a little soft, you’re sure he’ll get hard in no time.

“Undress me, Jeongin.” His eyes go wide as he looks your figure up and down, scared of what he’s about to see, and even more scared of what he’s about to do. With a dramatic gulp, he unbuttons the familiar work shirt you were wearing, exposing your bra. He slowly leans down, carefully not to faceplant into your chest, unbuttoning your top entirely before you shake it off of your shoulders, the article of clothing falling behind you on the bed. “I’m guessing you don’t know how to unhook a bra?”

“N-no. I’m sorry.” Jeongin moves back and covers his face with his hands as you reach behind you and easily unhook your bra for him, dropping it onto your thighs and tossing it somewhere on the floor. When he removes his hands from his face, his jaw hangs open. He can’t take his eyes off of your tits, which are much nicer than he could ever imagine. “May I touch them, mommy?”

“Of course, baby.” You take his wrist in your hand and pull his right hand to your left breast, basically forcing him to squeeze it between his fingers, not that he minded. Seeing him so flustered and confused only made you more turned on. He was so innocent, yet the things he wrote in his journal were so vulgar. You could hardly believe that the words in that cursed book came from the boy that didn’t know how to unhook a bra. “Put your mouth to the nipple.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t act so naïve, Jeongin. I know you’ve thought about this before.” He finally looks up to you out of shock. “So shy? Now? But when you write in that book of yours, you’re not shy, are you?”

“No ma’am. I’m sorry.”

Stopping his hand, you pull him down to his knees by his wrist. He’s eye-level with your stomach, but he quickly raises himself up to connect his lips with one of your nipples. You moan shortly as your hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer into your chest. Even after breastfeeding your two kids, your nipples were sensitive as ever.

“Good boy.” You stare down at him as he’s focused, swirling his tongue around your bud. When he finally looks up to you, your head is thrown back from the mild pleasure Jeongin’s shooting through your nerves.

He’s starting to feel bold. Jeongin moves from one nipple to the other, massaging your other spit-coated breast with his hand. His fingers rub your nipple, twisting it just enough for it to all feel good. Your moans become more frequent, and being able to hear you groan for him is all he’s ever wanted.

“Mommy, can I fuck your tits?” You’re the one that’s shocked this time. He pulls back, his hand becoming still on your other breast. “I want to fuck your tits so bad, please?”

“Whoa there, baby boy. Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” You laugh at his eagerness, pulling him by his hair to stand up. Just seeing how hard he’s gotten by sucking on your tits is enough to make you almost laugh again, but you wouldn’t want to be too mean to the poor boy.

Moving back on the bed, you lay down and spread your legs. His eyes immediately direct towards your heat, still covered by your work pants. When you gesture towards the obstacle, he lets out a tiny “oh” before pulling your pants down, leaving you in your sopping panties.

He hooks his index fingers on the hips of your panties, gently pulling them down your legs before dropping them to the floor with your panties. Again, this is greater than anything he could have imagined.

“C’mere, my little prince.” You take his hands in yours, dragging him to sit on your thighs while you lay under him. You don’t let go of his hands, and he really doesn’t want you to. Your pet names for him always make him blush, but this one in particular made his heart beat even faster than before. “Have you written anything about me since yesterday?”

Jeongin’s mind becomes clouded by all of the things he’s written in the past 24 hours. Every scenario and confession fills his head, and it takes him a few moments to answer before he comes back to reality to answer you. “Y-yes mommy.”

“What did you write?”

Pause. “S-spank me?” Jeongin’s voice is only a light whisper.

“What was that?” You lean up a little, holding your hand behind your ear to tease him. “You have to speak up, Jeonginnie.”

“I wrote about you spanking me.” His voice returns to him, now fully speaking from his chest. “Punishing me, treating me like a doll.”

“Oh my God, baby. That’s so perverted.” You rub his thighs up and down as you stare at his cock, now twitching with your every word. “You want to be my little doll? Let me do whatever I want to you?”

“Y-yes!” His overexcited nature makes you giggle as you feel around his pelvis, hands getting dangerously close to his dick. “Can I be mommy’s little toy? I’ll be good, I promise!”

“But don’t you want me to punish you too?” You bite your lip as you look up at him. He’s looking off into the distance, imagining all of the nasty things he wants you to do to him. “Spank you, degrade you, deprive you?”

“Can’t I have both?” His retort is quick. You didn’t know he could answer you so soon since he was clearly dipping into subspace, although he didn’t even know he did that. “Be your good boy and make you punish me?”

“Wow, so dirty~ We’ll need a safe word, alright?” He nods in understanding, watching you as you try to come up with a word that you could both comfortably say. “How about ‘mango’? Would that be good for you?”

“Mango is good, yeah.” You feel around the base of his cock, watching precum drip from his tip as he groans.

“What do you want to do right now, baby boy?”

“Oh,” he ponders for a second, “p-please fuck me.”

“Ah, I love it when you beg.” You roughly push him over, his body falling onto the bed right where he was jerking off not too long ago. Climbing over him, you line his member up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds. He whimpers under you, biting the side of his hand to hold back any unwanted sounds he might let out. “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes, mommy! Please let me feel you.” The hand he isn’t biting down on goes to one of his nipples, feeling his chest like he just did to you. You slowly lower onto him, watching his facial expressions rapidly change as he gets used to feeling your cunt around him. He isn’t the biggest, but he still manages to fill you up and make you feel just right.

Once you’re fully lowered onto him, he grabs your hips and holds you, whining your name over and over again. You can tell he’s trying to get something out, but his brain is too blank to form a sentence. Adjusting yourself on his cock, he groans with a high-pitched whine following shortly after.

“Wait, w-what if I cum inside you?” You look down at him, smiling at his cuteness. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last too long.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, baby.” You lean over and kiss his forehead, holding his face in your palms. “No matter what, I’m not stopping until I cum, got it?”

“Y-yes, ah~ Y/n!” Leaning back from his face, you raise up on him while he is mid-sentence, making him moan out for you. When you start to ride him, his sounds just can’t stop. Fearful that he’ll wake your children, you lean forward again and cover his mouth with your hand, still allowing him to breath through his nose. Ignoring your hand, he continues to cry and wail, feeling like he was on cloud nine just from you riding him.

“You have such a nice cock, Jeonginnie. It’s even better inside me, though.” Your mind starts to fog, ignoring the younger boy’s needs to chase your own high. While one of your hands covers his mouth, your other hand wraps around his neck, choking him just enough to make him sob from the thrill. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, and without being able to warn you, he reached his climax and shot his load inside you, but you didn't stop.

Cum leaks out of your hole as your movements become quicker and rougher. The hand that covered his mouth has now joined your other hand around his neck, choking him as he sobs from the overstimulation, yet the predetermined safe word isn’t even crossing his mind. He loves everything you’re doing to him more than he could ever describe with words.

Your thumb runs across his bottom hip and he opens his mouth, light sobs leaving his throat. Ducking down towards his face, you kiss him with full tongue, something he’s never experienced before. Still, he quickly learned the movements and kissed you back, loving the feeling of your mouth against his.

Pulling away, you stare down into his eyes. You looked beyond beautiful to him, and the entire visual of your half-lidded eyes, gaping mouth, bouncing tits, and dripping cunt making his cock disappear over and over again, he couldn’t help but get hard again.

“Cum for me, please mommy?” He pouts, giving you the glimmering eyes that always make you shudder. His hand hesitantly makes his way down to your clit, circling it with one finger while you ride his cock. You’re not entirely sure how he knows where the clitoris is, but it feels so good that you don’t even care.

Mewling with your entire throat, your cunt tightens around Jeongin’s cock as you ride out your high, shallowing your movements. The sight of you cumming from him makes him moan right with you, nearly cumming inside you again. AS you come down from your orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off of him, his cock dropping against his abdomen, covering in the combined juices of you two. Catching your breath, you lay next to Jeongin, secretly hoping he’ll turn to his side so you can spoon him for a minute.

“I can stay, right?” Jeongin turns to you while you lay on your side, looking to you for any sign of discontent. You nod as you stand up to go to the bathroom and clean up. “Oh, where are you going?”

“I can’t sleep like this.” You laugh as you gesture to your pussy, clearly in no shape to sit overnight. “I’ll be right back out.”

You disappear into the bathroom, ready to take care of the mess between your legs. Jeongin grabs a tissue and wipes himself clean of any release left on himself before laying back down and going on his phone, seeing a plethora of text message notifications from his friends’ group chat. He doesn’t have the mental capacity to check them right now. He just wants to bliss out, joyfully going through the entire night over again in his mind, cementing every action and event in his memory.

Walking back from the bathroom, you toss yourself onto the bed and lay next to Jeongin, asking him politely to turn over so you can be the big spoon. With your chest pressed against his back, he puts his phone down and falls asleep.

Suddenly, your phone rings, and you quickly reach over to answer the call without seeing who it was. Unfortunately, it was your ex husband's voice coming from the other end, and you wish you had turned your ringer off. Jeongin was asleep, just like your kids, but as you rubbed your eyes from tiredness, you couldn’t help but regret answering the call.

“Y/n, are you fucking one of my students?”

Shit.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #i.n smut #kpop smut

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adonis-koo · 4 years

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wish you were mine

Summary: in which you may or may not be secretly in love with your hybrid but you refuse to cross that line....except he’s secretly in love with you too

Pairing: Rabbit hybrid!Jungkook/Reader

Genre: hybrid AU!! fluff, smut

Word Count: 3k

Tags: jungkook is a giant flemish hybrid, so he’s ummm big, in more ways then one :’ ), masturbation, hinted subby Jungkook, talk of heats,

Note: y’all actually liked the lil blurb I did yesterday so here you go 😭 this is probably gonna be an ask based AU mainly so pop off in my inbox if y’all are curious on their dynamics after this. unless y’all really want me to commit to this as a series then 😳

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Most mornings, especially when the colder weather came around, were like this. You’d usually say goodnight to Jungkook before going to your room. But more days then less, you went to bed alone and woke up with the admittedly warm hybrid practically crushing you beneath him. Soft fuzzy ears rubbing into your skin and you could hear his teeth clicking gently in a purr of contentment.

It wasn’t really his fault, hybrids often liked sleeping with their owners, bunny hybrids particularly were high maintenance, constantly craving affection and they were massive PDA lovers, it took the first six months for hybrids to become familiar enough and comfortable to sleep with owners so Jungkook living with you for three years made sense that he’d have no problems curling up against you at night no ask needed.

“Bub, I gotta go.” You groaned as you checked your phone, Jungkook shifted on top of you as you heard a discontented sigh from him, his body curling as if to make himself smaller, sometimes you’d wake up to a little bunny sprawled out on your back, not that you didn’t think it was adorable. But Jungkook preferred being human more than rabbit.

“It’s Saturday!” Jungkook slurred with a whine, nudging against you as his fluffy ears tickled against your skin, “Can’t you skip?” He whined again as he shifted to lay completely on top of you as you huffed. Most bunny hybrids were considerably petit in nature but Jungkook...well not your Jungkook, he was a giant flemish making him...well giant...You could still remember the way he used to loathe his size, making him unsaleable to many and unwanted to venders.

But after being with you his mindset slowly changed, suddenly with your job he was glad he was tall and naturally filled with muscle.

Jungkook was a very proud hybrid now, often going to the gym when you dropped him off, always standing tall and shuffling closer anytime he thought you could be in potential danger. He secretly loved it, loved being able to completely wrap himself around. He whined once more as he felt you shift beneath him, his nose nudging back into your neck, the soft smell of jasmine and fresh rain against his nose, he often associated this smell with home... it was your scent after all.

The only thing that smelt better on you was him. “It’s mandatory Bub,” Your voice amused, no matter how big and bad Jungkook might consider himself he was still your little whiney bunny, “Come on, I need to go shower.”

After a final whine he reluctantly rolled off you and onto his back, his temperature rising quickly as pain shot through his body causing a sharp whimper to escape his lips that caught your attention as you turned to face him as you stood up, “Are you okay bub?” Jungkook debated on lying and saying no if it meant you’d stay with him, putting a hand on his forehead you sighed, “You’re burning up, it’s almost your heat isn’t it?”

You silently berated yourself on how you had forgotten, not all hybrids had monthly heats- most didn’t. But bunny hybrids had a double douse, not only was the original dog DNA the reason for all hybrid heats but also the strong urge of rabbit DNA to procreate, Jungkook had it pretty bad with monthly heats.

Luckily your friend Yoongi has a bunny hybrid as well that served as heat partners to one another. Jungkook however was...stubborn...to say the least about mating with Hyuna. Until his heat hit at least. Jungkook only curled up, grabbing your pillow as he sharply inhaled your scent that always comforted and calmed down his raging hormones. Grumbling he roughly nudged the pillow, letting you know that his shift in hormones would soon pass from whiny and clingy to aggressive and broody. It wasn’t like he could help it, not really, closer to his heat he often got aggressive over you. Aggressive and protective, always brooding and leering over your shoulder and glaring at anything he thought was a potential threat.

Clacking your tongue you made note to call Yoongi later today as you grabbed a change of clothes and walked down the hall to the bathroom to start on your shower.

He would also be aggressive towards you, never in a violent way, but it was so jarring the first time he experienced his heat while living with you, he was nothing like his usual self. But after a short research you quickly found out that it was just his animal instincts coming out, often his aggressiveness was a way of asserting his dominance over you- not that he ever got far into it before you began reprimanding him.

During the week leading up to his heat there were a lot of outlandish displays of aggression, as you had read- it was usually in show of who you belonged too and who owned you. The article nearly made you snort. This was the same man who nearly cried every time you woke up to him rutting into your back until he came himself.

Sighing you ran your hands through your hair as the warm water poured down your back. Jungkook often whined about not wanting a heat partner, ‘Why can’t you just help me?’

Tension always ensued after questions like those before you’d give a string of excuses, work being the big one but also the fact that he was a hybrid and you were a human and technically he was licensed as your pet you didn’t agree by any means with the legal system. Jungkook was living breathing human who just so happened to have two long ears and a fluffy puffball tail, but that didn’t change the fact that...that...wasn’t that technically a form of bestiality?

You mentally cringed as you began to wash your hair. Hybrid human relationships weren’t unheard of, but usually it wasn’t consenting, and if it was it would get drowned in hate and be frowned upon. It wasn’t like you didn’t want too, but that was the part that frightened you, you wanted it. And you got Jungkook didn’t see it the way you did, heat partners were very casual and Jungkook had never not once mentioned Hyuna outside of heats but…

You didn’t even want to go there with him, boundaries were good, they were healthy. And more than anything, you didn’t want to take advantage of Jungkook, who didn’t have anyone to turn to or to go too if things went sour between you both. You would never put him in a compromising situation. It was already bad enough the days you woke up to him rutting against you that you actually entertained him.

You could feel your breath hitch at so many memories of drowsily pulling his throbbing cock from his sweats, it was so thick and heavy, his size was absolutely not close to a regular human, he was 6’4 after all.

And yet despite him being able to double your weight in bench press he’d be so teary eyed and dilated while rutting his cock into your hand, you can still remember how his head was weepy with pearls of precum, the base of his cock was so tender and trying to swell into a knot. His body thrashed and he was whining and crying about wanting to cum. You groaned as you felt slick arousal form between your legs, how did you ever have the self restraint to keep yourself from crossing lines you constantly toed?

Letting your hands run up your body you squeezed your tender breasts, pinching at your nipples as your breath hitched. You’d never forgot the way he’d twist and turn and help, his hips chasing the way your hand would stroke up his cock while you edged him. God you felt sick, the sadistic side of you getting wet at the sight of his tears and his begging, it was making you wet right now and without enough time to properly take care of yourself. Groaning you let your fingers swipe through your lips, glossy arousal coating your fingers as you carefully set your leg on top of the edge of the bathtub, the hot water making your mind fog as you let your fingers circle around your sensitive little bud.

You could remember clearly that morning, the way his thick imprint was snug against your ass, his hips rutting frantically and he moaned whimpers against your neck. You had woken up tired and asking for him to stop only to realize he was asleep. It wasn’t the first and it certainly wouldn’t be the last you turned to face him and sneak your hand inside his sweats.

Your fingers quickly swiped against your clit faster as they have a seeming thrust for something that wasn’t there as you bit your lip in frustration, the memory of his high pitched moan when your hand stroked his throbbing length in his pants, hips becoming more frantic before you pulled down his pants down his hips, his cock was thick and girthy, not massive in length but a good size that complimented his insane width.

No matter how big your bunny was he was so small when you poured a little oil in your palm and stroked him, the way he’d whine and whimper waking up to his hips rutting into your hand as he moaned relentlessly.

Your free hand quickly shot down your body, your fingers frantically rubbing your clit as pleasure throbbed but it wasn’t nearly enough, pushing two fingers inside yourself you squeaked out at the feeling of your walls clenching harshly. You still remember straddling his thighs and telling him how much of a good boy he was. The way he’d curl and strain, his cheeks on fire and tears trickling down his face when you’d deny him before ruthlessly stroking his tender base that was trying to swell so desperately.

Soft moans fell from your lips, your walls clenching around your fingers as you pumped them inside you, your other hand working your clit before finding your sweet spot causing a short yelp to escape you. Just the memory of his fat purple head leaking precum was causing your thighs to shake while you stroked down to his base, gently stroking the little bump on his base as you told your good bunny to cum for you.

The way his hips lifted off the bed in chase of your hand as he sobbed, cum spewing from his little slit as pleasure took over his body in ecstasy

You let out a squeal that was a little too loud as you harshly came, your walls wrapping tight around your fingers as you moaned, slumping against the cold wall as your hips rode your fingers in chase of your pleasure. One orgasm wasn’t even close to enough to satisfy you after vividly remembering the handjob you gave Jungkook last week but you were already gonna be late as it was because of your hormones. Feeling your walls relax around your fingers before clenching you sighed. God you hated yourself.

Little did you know the bunny hybrid who always had sensitive ears could pick up on every little noise you made while shamelessly jerking himself off outside the bathroom door before cum painted against the wall.

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“Have you confessed to her yet?”

Jungkook let out a sigh as he buried into his arms, the tickle of the hair from his ears against his skin at Taehyung’s consistent pestering, the dog hybrid’s nose wrinkling a little as he spoke, “What’s the worst that could go wrong?”

Jungkook could’ve went over to see Taehyung, but he had promised you he’d stay home today, always knowing how worried you got when he went out on his own. Hybrid walkways were made to keep them safe for passage but hybrid catchers weren’t uncommon. You’d know better then anyone given that was the cases you were usually working in.

Technology was wonderful though, being able to video call Taehyung who’s owner- Seokjin who just so happened to be your partner was also at this mandatory meeting, “Oh you mean other than ruining my relationship with her as is and how she’d kick me out and tell me I’m disgusting and that she never wants to see me again?”

Jungkook deflated, growling a little as Seokjin popped up in his mind again, grinding his teeth in annoyance, you better not let him scent you or touch you at all. Realizing what he was thinking he swallowed thickly, running a hand through his wet locks from his shower as he sat up in bed. His heat was getting closer, he could tell. It was a struggle every month, Jungkook had a hard enough time as it was keeping himself off you.

It was downright humiliating the way he acted towards you every month and every month you took it graciously but it was still embarrassing for him to cling to you and get pushy and sour. He couldn’t help it, it would be so much easier if you were the one with him during his heats. He wouldn’t be so aggressive if he could just mate with the person he wanted.

“She wouldn’t do that to you!” Taehyung objected in your defense, the german shepherd hybrid loyal to the very end, to be fair Taehyung had known you longer then he had, jealousy oozing in the back of his mind at the notion, “Look, it’s just better to be honest with her about it and you guys can go from there.”

“Easy for you to say.” Jungkook grumbled as he laid back down in bed, sharply inhaling as he felt his cock stirring once again at the moans he didn’t mean to listen to this morning, but he intended on going to the kitchen to make breakfast for you when he passed by and…”She should be home soon. Look, we’ll talk later okay?”

Taehyung frowned before shrugging, “Alright cool, isn’t your heat coming up though? Are you gonna spend it with Hyuna again?

So many fucking questions, Jungkook felt annoyance prick in him the imprint became thicker, the need to ruthlessly jerk himself off raising as he replied, “Only because I don’t have a choice,” He brooded, “But yeah, should start in a few days.”

“Just talk to her man, i’ll see you later.”

Jungkook gladly ended the call as he groaned, hand immediately pushing down beneath his waistband, talk to you about it, what a joke. Leaning over he poured a little oil into his hand as he groaned, pulling his cock from the band of his sweatpants as he gave a tug at his base, thighs stiffening as his jaw clenched.

The sweet smell of jasmine suddenly hitting his nose as he jumped up from your bed, the faint sound of jingling causing him to hurriedly tuck himself back into his pants and pounce into the bathroom to clean up his hands frantically to greet you. Had the meeting get done early.

Excitement lit through his veins and his cock tightening causing a sharp whine to escape him, tugging his loose shirt down to hide the embarrassing sight before quickly walking down the hall.

“Bub I’m home- Oh!” You had your back turned to shut the door when arms suddenly wrapped around you, a cute rounded nose rubbing into your neck as you let out a laugh, “Jungkook stop!” You grabbed the large arms that wrapped around you, the loud purr erupting as his teeth clacked, furry ears rubbing along your skin before a growl escaped him, “Why do you smell like Hoseok.”

He instantly demanded, turning you around as you raised your brows, your neck bending to look up at the tall demanding bunny, “He gave me a coffee when I got to the station…?”

Jungkook was immediately back against your neck as his lips twitched, “You smell like him.” He growled lowly as he roughly rubbed his scent gland along your skin. You gave an exasperated sigh as you paused, knowing any sort of movement would be taken as resistance and would earn you a snappy snarl.

After a minute he paused before pulling a little away from you and giving you a sniff before smiling, “Better,” That earned him an eye roll from you as he gave a semi sheepish smile, feeling a lot better now that your scent was drowned in his musk to ward off any competition, “Can you make some kimbap please.” His soft doughy lips tugged into a pout as if he didn’t just snap for you to be still five seconds prior.

Sighing you offered a weak smile, “Of course bub.” You reached your hand up, not even close to reach his head but Jungkook immediately leaned down a little, a purr of his teeth clicking as you rubbed your fingers into his hair, letting your nails gently dig against the base of his ears.

After making lunch you sat out on the couch, Jungkook immediately collapsed on top of you making you wheeze, grabbing your hand he placed it on his head as he gave a little whine, the way he often did when he wanted attention, “You left me all morning! Please.” He cried out, making you chuckle before giving in, yoru fingers slating through his soft dark locks of hair before stroking against the base of his ears.

His body melted into yours before you heard a thump against the couch, the smile crinkling on your lips as you watch his foot thump, Jungkook oftened hid a lot of his more bunny tendencies outside of home, he despised being treated like the tender stereotype that was often portrayed.

But in the comforts of his home he was relaxed, loved your fingers scratching along the base of his ears, his leg thumping in contentment and a toothy purr from his mouth. He absolutely preened for your attention.

His upcoming heat was only making him more needy than usually, wanting all of your time and affection, but luckily it was the weekend and now that your meeting was over you’d be all his for the next two days. Nudging against your soft breasts Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes as he let out a whine. He didn’t want to be with Hyuna, he wanted to share his heat with you.

Maybe, Taehyung was right, maybe he’d finally have that conversation with you.

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #sub jungkook #jungkook x y/n #hybrid jungkook

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brutal-nemesis · 3 years

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E&T-Honey I Shrunk the Test Subject

Hiiii here is the stupid content no one asked for (title from @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi)

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Ingredients: possessive whumper, manhandling/noncon touching (unsexy), spider, a lil bit of choking

“This is my favorite thing I have done, ever.”

“Change me back right now, Neteri.”

“Mmmmm...maybe later.” He huffed angrily and crossed his arms, glaring up at her. When she’d said she wanted to test something on him today, figured it would be...he didn’t know, something normal? Not...not…this. He wished he could run away as she stared down at him, but there wasn’t anywhere for him to go.

He was stuck up here, standing on the palm of her hand as she looked at him through a magnifying glass.

She poked at his stomach with the tip of her finger, giggling as he stumbled back in order to stay on his feet. “Oh Erebus, you’re so cute all teeny like this. My hypothesis was correct after all!”

“And what was your hypothesis?”

“That you would be even cuter if I shrunk you! And I was so, so right,” she cooed, shifting so both of her hands were wrapped around him, bringing him up and rubbing him against her cheek. He squirmed desperately, but he was no match for her now.

“Put me down!”

“Okay!” She let go of him with one hand, still holding him firmly in the other, and grabbed something from under the table. She gently dropped him onto a soft surface...surrounded by curved glass walls. He looked up in disbelief. A jar. She’d put him in a jar.

“Neteri, this isn’t what-let me out of here!” he yelled, banging his fist against the glass uselessly.

“Don’t worry bud, I’ll take you outside later. For now, I have some things to do, so just sit tight, okay?” He protested further, but she just ignored him and screwed on the lid. She’d poked holes in it, at least, but now he was even more trapped. He found it hard to stand as she started walking, so he angrily sat down on the thick layer of cotton and scraps of cloth that lined the bottom of the jar, watching helplessly as she carried him along.

She brought him into a room he’d never seen before, but he assumed it was her office. Bookshelves lined the walls, and papers were stacked in neat piles here and there. She gently set the jar down on her desk, gathering some materials before sitting down and getting to work. Erebus sighed, looking around more closely at his prison.

There really wasn’t much in there besides the layer of bedding, just a small stick and a coin. He laid back, sighing. This was worse than being stuck in his cell, since there he had things to do, and more importantly, privacy. Here, everything he did was very much on display for Neteri. Every now and then, she’d glance up at him and smile, or even just watch him for a little bit. Why did she even want him here if she wasn’t going to do anything to him? Wait, he...he was just her desk ornament, wasn’t he? A little pet for her to look at while she worked. Humiliated, he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the soft material. There wasn’t any way to escape her gaze except for burying himself completely, but he was certain she’d just tease him for doing that.

A little while later, he heard her unscrewing the lid, and upon looking up, he saw her hand reaching in. He tried his best to get away, but there wasn’t really anywhere for him to run. She managed to pinch the back of his shirt between her fingers, and he struggled uselessly as she pulled him up and out of the jar. “You’re so wiggly,” she remarked, grabbing him in her other hand and letting go of his shirt.

“Yeah, because I don’t like you grabbing me and picking me up!”

“Oh come on, how can I resist?” She rubbed the side of his face with her thumb. “You’re so lil and cute and all mine; I just wanna hold you.” She moved her thumb, stroking his hair now. “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this forever. My own little Erebus.”

A look of horror crept across his face. “You wouldn’t-you can’t-”

She laughed. “No, I can’t. The spell only lasts for twenty-four hours.”

“Well that’s-wait I’m going to be stuck like this for a day?!”

Neteri smiled wickedly. “Yes you are. And you can bet I’m going to make the most of this. I’m almost done here, and then I’ll take you outside, ‘kay?”

“Are you going to let go of me while you-”

“Nope.” Erebus groaned, but tried to make himself as comfortable as possible in her hand, trying to ignore the way she was constantly petting him with her finger in one spot or another. Thankfully, she finished her work soon after and let go of him, placing him gently on her palm. “Alright, lil guy, do you want to ride in the jar or on my shoulder? Or,” she gasped, “I could put you in my pocket! Nevermind, I’m putting you in my pocket.”

“Hey, wait-” Erebus cried, but she paid him no heed, dumping him into the breast pocket of her coat. After some struggling, he managed to right himself, standing so his head and shoulders were sticking out. Neteri was looking down at him with the happiest smile he’d seen her wear since...ever, really.

“This is so amazing look at you in there you’re so small and aaahhhh!” She jumped up and down a few times, and Erebus had to hold tightly to the edge of her pocket to avoid being thrown out.

“Cut it out, Neteri, you’re going to kill me!”

She looked down at him, realizing her mistake. “Oh no I’m so sorry little bud are you okay?!”

“I mean for a lot of reasons, no, but physically I’m...not in pain.”

“Great! Let’s get going, then.” She slung her bag over her shoulder, and off they went. It was strange, seeing the world from this height. He felt so small-well, of course he was small, but-just...height wise? Regular person size height wise? He felt like he was a kid again, only being this high off the ground. This was sort of how Neteri saw things, wasn’t it? He was a little lower than that, but still, the tops of doorways were so far, not even close to his head at all.

Musings aside, he was relieved when they made it to one of the many palace gardens they visited every so often. He begrudgingly climbed onto Neteri’s hand, glad to get out of her pocket, at least. She petted his head a few times, muttering “Tiny Erebus,” to herself, before lowering him enough that he could step onto the ground. They were right next to one of the plant beds, and Erebus couldn’t help but look up in awe. The plants were so tall, their leaves big enough for him to easily hide under.

“You can go wandering in there if you want, but don’t go too far or...well, you’ll see,” Neteri said. Erebus was tempted to ask what exactly she meant by that, but he refrained, simply nodding and heading off into the veritable jungle. Soon enough, he lost himself in the strange little world among the plants, fascinated by the way they looked from this angle. He didn’t know how long he spent just wandering around, studying the huge flowers, stems, and leaves. For a moment, he almost didn’t mind being small. But just for a moment.

Because then he saw something moving.

Erebus was frozen in horror as he watched the long, shiny legs scuttling towards him. He’d never really been afraid of spiders, but they usually weren’t so big, certainly not almost up to his knees. He finally managed to get his legs to move, breaking into a run. He didn’t really think it would hurt him, but he didn’t want to take his chances and that thing was still freaky. He tried to gauge where he was, but it was impossible to tell. He could hardly see the sky through all these tall stems and leaves, much less Neteri. And no way was he calling for her. If she knew he was being chased by a spider, she’d never let him live it down.

Erebus just kept going, hoping he could lose it, when something suddenly jerked on his neck, temporarily choking him and knocking him onto his back. He frantically felt his neck as he coughed, feeling for whatever had pulled him, but there was nothing besides his stupid collar, which hadn’t caught on anything, as far as he could tell. He scurried to his feet and tried to keep going, but again his neck was pulled back. He waved his hand around, and there wasn’t anything there, but it felt like he was being tugged back by...a leash. Oh. This is what Neteri meant by him not being able to go too far away.

Thankfully, he seemed to have lost the spider, so he turned around and headed in the direction the leash had pulled him earlier. It did end up leading him back to Neteri, who looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Did you try to run, Erebus?” She tapped a ring on her finger that he hadn’t noticed before, a tinge of harshness in her eyes.

“I-no, I was just...running...from something.” He’d...he’d rather take teasing over punishment.

Her gaze softened instantly, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. “Wait did you get chased by a bug or something that’s so cute!” She grabbed him before he could dodge, bringing him up and rubbing him against her cheek again. “You poor sweet little thing I’ll always protect you from those big scary bugs.”

Erebus then remembered that teasing was basically punishment.

He couldn’t wait for this damn spell to wear off.

Random bits tag: @yet-another-heathen @as-a-matter-of-whump @galaxywhump

#i wrote something #erebus #neteri #possessive whumper #manhandling #spider #tiny whumpee #idk if this is canon or not. it could be #neteri is having a great time she ADORES tiny erebus #esp cuz he's usually so much bigger than her #and now he's so lil she can hold him in one hand! all hers ❤#and of course erebus hates it because he is mr easily embarrassed of the year award #also spiders big and that aint his vibe #but at least he was jungle man #i was thinking about my fantasy world last night and i deadass paused and went ''wait where are the JUNGLES?''#i need to look at the map. i need to find them #the stick and coin in the jar were for ✨enrichment✨#lmk if yall want more of erebus pocket edition #omg wait he's literally a pokemon because pocket monster #this is tea #in completely unrelated news i have finished my hot fire emblem men powerpoint #let me know if you are interested

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