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domestic bliss | part 2

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 8.9k

summary: a series of scenes that give an insight into the domestic bliss you had built with your mate

warning: 18+, this is pretty much all smut no plot lmao. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, thigh riding, lots of p in v, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks).

a/n: I got way too carried away with this one but here we are! thank you so much for the love on the first part - it means the world! so many of you wanted the smutty part 2 and I aim to please...! I hope you enjoy loves 🫶🏻

Part 1

"Distract me, Az." You breathed, tipping your head back to expose even more of your delicate neck to him, groaning when you felt his canines skimming along your skin.

"With pleasure, sweetheart." His voice was rough and low, causing your toes to curl as he pressed his lips under your jaw. You could feel his smirk when you felt him suck on that sweet spot, teeth roughly grazing your skin as his tongue soon followed to soothe the sting of the bite.

A garbled groan left your lips, and your hips undulated beneath him as a white-hot line of pleasure swept over your body.

He chuckled lowly when he pulled away, his eyes drinking in the way you were already breathless beneath him, pausing on the mark he had just left on you - a mark you knew would be visible no matter what you wore and what makeup you tried to cover it with. A signal to all of the males in that damned Court of Nightmares that you were taken, that you were his.

"Az." You whined with impatience as his hands stopped roaming your body.

"Begging already, Princess? Did the last three times not satisfy you enough?" He cooed in a teasing tone as he trailed his hands over the sinful curve of your hip and up your body before coming to rest underneath your breasts. Fire erupted in the wake of his touch, stoking the heat that was pooling in your lower stomach as you arched into his calloused hands, silently begging him for more.

He watched, enraptured as your eyes rolled back slightly when he brushed the rough pad of his thumb over your sensitive nipple. The delicious friction sent a shockwave through your body as you lifted your hands to grab onto his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase. You felt him harden even more against your inner thigh as his name breathlessly tumbled from your lips and your back arched, causing your breasts to brush against his chest and another sound to tumble from your lips at the sensation.

"My baby is already so worked up, and I've barely started. I bet you're so wet already, aren't you?" His words had you clenching around nothing, your body desperate for him as another rush of slick slipped out of you to coat your thighs.

"Why don't you find out?" You challenged, watching as Azriel's hazel eyes deepened with desire, a devilish grin catching on his lips. The other hand that wasn't palming your breast came up to grip your throat - not hard enough to cut off your airway but firm enough to know that he was the one in charge here, not you.

"Careful, Princess." He warned before he dipped his head and sucked your nipple into his mouth. A cry escaped your lips at the intoxicating feeling of Azriel's tongue on your sensitive skin, and when he grazed his teeth over your peaked flesh, you almost wondered if you would climax there and then.

"What do you want, my fingers or tongue?" Azriel breathed as he lifted his eyes to you, maintaining eye contact as he continued to lap at your nipple expertly. The sight was so sinful, so erotic that your brain turned foggy.

"Az…I—"Was all you managed to say, causing him to chuckle against your skin and the rumble to resonate somewhere deep in your stomach.

"Use your words, baby." He commanded before pinching the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his skilled fingers and causing another bolt of pain and pleasure to shoot through your body - your hips undulating beneath him in a desperate attempt to get some friction in the place you were begging for him to touch you.

"Ah. Fuck Az. Your tongue!" You managed to cry out, your senses in overdrive at the feeling of Azriel on your breasts.

"Good girl," he muttered before pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your skin—so different from the touches he had given you moments before that it sent your brain into overdrive. "Turn around for me, sweetheart."

A soft smirk fell on your lips at Azriel's command, anticipation swirling in your body and soaking the covers underneath you further as you guessed what was coming next.

You sat up to press a chaste kiss to the lips of your mate, earning you an amused chuckle and a quick slap to your ass as you twisted in his arms. Slowly you lowered yourself so your face was cushioned in the pillow beneath you, and with a feline grace that had Azriel's mouth-watering, you slowly, teasingly arched your back and lifted your hips so you were ass up, presented to him.

"Fuck." He groaned as he knelt behind you. You twisted your head to get a look at his face as he gently used his knees to knock your legs further apart before grabbing your ass checks to pull them apart and view your glistening pussy. He knew you were turned on by the way he was admiring you as he watched more slick escape and trickle down your thigh.

He couldn't help himself as he lifted a finger to scoop up the wetness gathered there, his touch featherlight along your inner thighs and over your slit before slipping the digit into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. An answering groan escaped you at the sight of him, the throbbing in your clit becoming more and more maddening the longer he took to touch you.

"All this for me, baby?" When he made eye contact with you, you couldn't help the way your pussy clenched. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as you fluttered around nothing and felt the pre-cum that was coating the tip of his cock at your reaction.

"Always, Az. Always." He didn't have words for the wave of emotion that overcame him at your words, knowing they were true and that this was his life - that he got to spend it with someone so beautiful and who loved him back with as much passion as he loved you. You watched as his eyes softened ever so slightly, that gentle flutter of something so innocent compared to the position you were currently in flying down the bond towards you.

He leant in, gently placing a kiss on your right inner thigh, then your left. His lips trailed over your skin until he was close to where you desperately needed him. Without warning and with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you couldn't see, he dove in.

A strangled cry left your lips as you felt the flat of Azriel's tongue lick you from clit to hole, a jolt of pleasure so strong bolting through you that you fell forward - only Azriel's firm hands on your hips keeping you in place as he began to ravish you.

With expert precision, only learnt from years and years of worshipping your body, he immediately found your clit - sucking the swollen bud into his mouth and causing that delicious pressure in your stomach to grow in earnest.

Azriel felt himself preen in sheer primal satisfaction as a cacophony of breathless moans, groans, and chants of his name left your mouth as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit in a way he knew would drive you crazy. He was done teasing, was done playing around; he needed to feel you come as soon as possible - needed it for his own sanity.

Your mind was hazed; the only thought in your head was Azriel and how he was making you feel right at that moment. As you teetered towards that edge, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as you sobbed into the pillow beneath your head, a guttural cry left your lips when you felt Azriel slip two fingers inside you as he continued to lick, suck and bite on your clit.

"Fuck Az, I'm. Shit. I'm going to come." You breathed, and the vibration of Azriel's answering hum against your clit, and the barely there touch of his fingers on that sensitive, spongy spot inside you was enough to send you into oblivion. Your hips bucked wildly against him, desperate to wring every last moment of your orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure slipped down your spine.

Az wished he could see your face right now, no doubt contorted in pleasure, but he faithfully continued to lap at your clip and pump his fingers inside you as you came on his face.

When your body fell limp, he gently removed his fingers and lapped at the mess you had made, causing another shiver to roll through you.

He couldn't deny himself any longer; he needed to be buried inside you.

A groan fell from his lips, and his head fell back as he slipped his cock through your folds to coat himself with your previous orgasm and your growing desire. He felt your hips hitch beneath him in an attempt to guide him to your entrance, desperate with the need to feel him inside you. He chuckled lowly at your reaction.

"Stop teasing." Your voice was hoarse and breathless from the orgasm he had already wrung from you. Without warning, he pushed inside of you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You groaned together as you clenched around him, adjusting to that feeling of him. Of being so full of him.

Curse words slipped from both of your lips as Azriel began to roll his hips into you, a slow and languid place that caused you to feel every drag of his cock, every brush of his tip against your sweet spot. A rising wave of pleasure began to crest in your body at his pace; your face pushed into the pillow as you felt every muscle tense at the overwhelming sensation of your mate coaxing your body into oblivion.

He sent his shadows slipping over the sweat-slicked skin of your back as he continued to roll his hips into yours. The cool wisps of smoke and night kissed your heated skin, caressing your curves as they wrung even more pleasure out of your body.

"You're doing so well for me, baby." He groaned into your skin as he bent over to place open-mouth kisses up your back, his hand snaking around your front. You thought he was going to touch your swollen clit once again, but when it instead trailed upwards before holding you firmly - yet with reverence - by your throat and lifting your body so your back was pressed against his chest as he continued to pump into you a sharp cry of his name left your lips.

At this angle, with every expert roll of his hips, he touched that spot inside of you that had your legs shaking and your vision going hazy. Pure ecstasy was filling your body, clouding every thought until all you could think about was him and where your bodies were connected.

"Look at how beautiful you are, baby. Taking me so well." He growled into your ear as he relentlessly pumped into you.

"Fuck Az." You groaned as your head fell against his shoulders, his lips coming up to press a kiss to your temple as a breathless cry fell from your lips when one of his shadows brushed your sensitive clit.

"Do I make you feel so good, sweetheart? Does your mate know how to fuck you just right, baby?

The filthy words dripping from Azriel's lips had that tidal wave of pleasure rolling through your body close to cresting - your hips undulating against Az's in an attempt to feel more, to chase that high that was seconds away from singing through your body.

Only one thought broke through the haze, clouding your mind and coating every sane thought. With the words he had spoken into your ear, with what you had to do tomorrow, you needed to feel him come with you. He needed you both to slip into that oblivion together.

With a cunning glint in your eye that you knew Azriel saw, you reached behind his head and ran a gentle fingernail down that part of his wing that you knew was sensitive. With a roar and a final snap of his expert hips, you felt that damn burst inside you and your orgasm washing over you as he slammed his lips on yours.

Pleasure so white hot, so all-consuming rolled up and down your spine as you felt Azriel come with you, felt him twitch inside of you and coat your walls - which only heightened your orgasm as you convulsed against him.

The kiss you were sharing with Azriel turned from messy and frenzied into something soft and loving as you both came down from your high, bodies spent with delicious sensations as he slipped out from you, and you felt both of your releases begin to slide down your legs.

Gently, ever so gently, Azriel lowered you both to the plush mattress of the bed. You knew in the back of your mind that you would have to get up at some point to clean the mess you had made, but your body was tired, and your mind was so content that you let your mate turn you around to face him and tuck you into the warm circle of his arms.

"I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Azriel." You muttered, pressing a kiss to his chest where you could still feel his heart thrashing.

"I am so lucky." He murmured above you, burying his face in your hair as you breathed heavily against each other. A warm smile was on your lips, and thoughts of what you had to do tomorrow were so far from your mind—a moment of peace created between just you.

"Me too, baby, me too."

…

Judging by the sounds that slipped under the closed door of Rhys' study, the party outside was still in full swing - even though the entire Inner Circle of the Night Court stood in that familiar room listening to their High Lord talk.

The debrief was absolute torture.

After Cassian and Rhys had sauntered off, it had taken you both five minutes to calm your breathing and make yourself look presentable before you could even consider meeting with your friends. Not helped by the white-hot bolt of anticipation and the flustered blush that crept up your skin, when Azriel leaned in to nip your earlobe and roughly whisper, "This is nowhere near finished, Princess."

Knowing grins and stifled chuckles were to be expected as you wandered into Rhys' office. Your friends were fully aware of what you were up to when you were seen leaving the party together. You had rolled your eyes at them and thrown a vulgar gesture their way before strolling over to the window—desperate for a lick of breeze to cool your heated skin.

Azriel had sensibly stood at the other end of the room, but as you turned to face your High Lord, who had begun to rattle off what intelligence he had managed to glean from the various conversations he had had that evening, you could still feel hazel eyes on you the whole time. Undressing you even now, they dipped from your toes to the tip of your head, hovering on every inch of exposed skin.

Azriel stood leaning against that bookcase, arms crossed over his chest and his face a mask of concentration as he pretended to listen to Rhys. But his mind was whirring, a roaring still filling his ears, desperately trying to cling onto any shred of decency as he fought the urge to take you right there and then in front of everyone. He could still feel the desire and lust drifting through that precious bond you shared and knew that you, too, were replaying what had just happened in the hallway, eager to return to it as soon as possible.

He couldn't stop himself as he dispatched a handful of his shadows to slither across the floor towards you.

He couldn't stop the corner of his lips from turning up in a satisfied smirk when you felt those cool shadows wind around your ankle and begin drifting up your calf - your body jolting and your eyes snapping to lock onto his. His smirk turned feral as he sent his shadows higher. He watched as they curled over the back of your knee before wrapping around your thighs. He knew his shadows had transformed from wisps of smoke to imitations of his own hands as he commanded them to squeeze your soft skin and was rewarded with your pupils dilating and your mouth slipping open slightly.

He watched, entranced as they began to trace idle circles on your heated skin and the way you shifted slightly where you stood, legs widening as if to welcome them higher. He obliged, sending the whispering shadows higher and higher until you felt them tracing your bikini line in a tortuously slow movement similar to the one you had experienced not 20 minutes earlier before they trailed slowly along your slit.

"Azriel." A shudder rolled down his spine at the warning you sent down the bond. Your voice sounded breathy and desperate, and it only had him hardening in his trousers, straining uncomfortably against the tight material.

Your body was practically writhing with the need to be touched; you almost forgot about the room full of people and nearly flew across the space to your mate and demanded he touch you. You felt like you were about to burst out of your skin when you felt one of those wicked shadows gently swirl around your throbbing bundle of nerves. The touch was barely there, but it didn't stop the wave of pleasure that shuddered down your spine or the breathless gasp that left your lips. Azriel's smirk turned feral as he watched Lucien's head whip around towards you, your friend offering you a questioning glance of are you alright?

Before you could answer and embarrass yourself by stuttering out some excuse, Rhys was suddenly dismissing you. Judging by the way he was hurrying you all out of the room, he no doubt knew what was happening and could smell the arousal of you and your mate. The coy smile and bark of laughter he gave after you had flipped him off was answer enough.

In seconds, Azriel was in front of you, his pupils blown with desire, his chest heaving with the need to touch you, his movements frantic and so at odds with the normally calm and collected male he usually is. You didn't say a word as he roughly grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the office and down the hallway towards the bedroom you shared.

Breathy pants left your lips thanks to the shadows that now roamed your body freely. They swept along your legs, traced patterns on the delicate skin of your inner thigh, brushed over the swell of your breast, swirled around your clothed nipples, and skated up the column of your throat. Your knees nearly buckled at the feeling of him touching you everywhere at once—only Azriel's rough hand tugging you along kept you upright.

A soft moan of relief nearly slipped your lips as you finally spotted the door leading to your bedroom, your heaven, your sanctum. Both of your bodies shivered in anticipation as Azriel's other hand gripped the door handle and roughly threw it open - pushing you inside and slamming the door behind him.

Within seconds, he had you pressed up against the rough wood of the door, his hips pinning you in place as he slammed his lips on yours in a bruising, claiming kiss. You answered back with fervour, hands spearing into his hair and dragging his body closer towards you. The kiss was far from controlled, pure passion and desire spurring you on as lips were nibbled, tongues collided, and teeth clashed, and it had your knees buckling and filthy moans - that Azriel swallowed with his mouth - slipping from your lips.

Azriel ripped his lips off yours, gasping in the air as he began to press open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, on that sweet spot behind your ear that had you moaning his name in pleasure and down the sensual line of your neck. His shadows continued to touch the rest of your body, wringing pleasure out of every breath you took - your entire body felt like it was on fire already, and you knew your thighs were going to be slick with the wetness that was pooling out of you.

"You drive me crazy, Y/N." Azriel groaned into your neck when you ground your hips into his, feeling the hard line of him beneath your clothes - desperate to get some friction and ease the throbbing between your thighs.

His words took you back to how he had teased you in Rhys' study not 10 minutes ago. Your need to repay the favour had you pressing your palms against Azriel's chest and pushing him away from your body. Confusion danced in his eyes but was extinguished and replaced with utter satisfaction as you quickly danced out of his grip before turning him around and pushing him up against the wall.

"That was very brazen of you, Az, back there in front of our friends." You sweetly teased as you dragged your hands down from his shoulders, over the impressive muscles of his chest and through the dips of his stomach you could feel through his dress shirt.

His breath hitched as you reached the waistband of his trousers, his fingers idly tracing the material and slipping underneath the band occasionally.

"We could have been caught." You muttered as you slowly, teasingly, popped the first button of his trousers open.

"They would have seen what I look like when you make me come." Pop, pop. His last two buttons came undone.

"Or is that what you wanted, mate?" Azriel's mind went into overdrive at the thought of his friends seeing him wring pleasure from you, see you fall apart in front of them from the way he touched you. The way his brothers wouldn't have been able to stop from touching themselves as they kept their gaze on your face, the way they might have been inclined to join in. But it would be him that would cause that wave of pleasure to crash over you, his name that you would be chanting when you came.

He was pulled roughly out of his fantasy as you locked eye contact with him before sliding down to your knees in front of him. You watched with feline satisfaction as Azriel's mouth dropped open, a moan escaping his lips at the sight before him.

Reverently, you slid Azriel's trousers and underwear down slightly before reaching in and wrapping your hand around him. A guttural groan slid from his lips as you began to run your hand up and down his shaft in a way he had shown you all those years ago, in a way that drove him crazy and had pleasure already shooting up his spine.

With a grin, you freed him from his underwear, your mouth watering as you took in his impressive length, his tip already red and leaking with precum. Not taking your eyes off Azriel's face, you leaned in and allowed your tongue to flick against the tip before running the flat side of your tongue from base to tip, earning yourself another moan of your name from his lips.

"Fuck Y/N." He moaned as you grinned at him, continuing to look up at him through your eyelashes as you brought your mouth to his cock and wrapped your lips around him. His hips bucked, unable to deny the pleasure shooting down his back and curling in his lower stomach as you swirled your tongue around his tip once, twice, thrice before dipping your head and taking him into your mouth as far as you could. A dull thud echoed around the room as he dropped his head back to lean against the door, his hand shooting out to grip your hair.

A chant of your name left his lips as you hallowed out your cheeks and began to move at a tortuously slow place you knew drove Azriel crazy. Your hand was wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, pumping him in time to the rhythm you were creating with your mouth.

You felt his shadows slip back up the skirt of your dress and slide along your inner thighs before swirling around that bundle of nerves that was desperate for attention. A ragged moan left your lips as pleasure shot up your body. Your legs began to quiver, the vibration of your moan causing Azriel to roll his eyes back as he watched you sink into the touch of his shadows, your knees spreading wide as you knelt there, knowing that he was making you feel so good with just the barest of touches.

He felt you tap once on his thigh, a signal decided between you when you had begun to properly explore how you enjoyed yourselves after that first initial claiming of the bond. One tap meant that you had adjusted, that you were ready. That you were prepared for him to be rough with you as you sucked on his cock. He didn't need any more encouragement as he adjusted the grip of your hair to push you further down on his cock, your nose now brushing the soft curls littered above his shaft as you choked around the feeling of him stuffed down your throat.

"Love it when you ruin yourself on my cock, Princess." He groaned as he watched tears leak from your eyes at the rough pace he was setting, and your hips undulate beneath him as you tried to wring pleasure the shadows that were now dipping in and out of your sopping pussy.

The hand that was not gripping onto his muscular thighs to keep you anchored slipped up to cup his balls, your fingers running across the sensitive skin there in the way he liked.

With a roar, he pulled you off his cock and yanked you up to your full height, now pressing you against the cool stone of your bedroom wall.

"I need to come inside you." He groaned, his hands already frantically pushing at the skirts of your dress in an attempt to get closer to you. You were still fully dressed in your evening attire but too frantic and needy to care.

"Then take me, Azriel." You moaned, and he paused to look at you. You could also see the wonder and pure adoration through that desire and lust darkening in those hazel eyes. You could feel it through the bond, and you revelled at the feeling of this male's eyes on you, just on you.

He closed the distance again with a kiss that was both passionate and loving, his plush lips moving in sync with you as you both wrung pleasure from each other, shouting down that bond how much you loved each other.

You felt his rough hands push your skirt up around your stomach before gripping the back of your thighs, and wordlessly, you followed his lead and wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you tightly against his body, a soft moan slipping from both of your lips when you felt him press against the warmth of your dripping core. You broke from the kiss, head hitting the wall and pleasure rolling through your body as you felt him slip twice through your slit to brush his throbbing cock against your swollen clit.

"Please, Az." You moaned. He watched, enraptured as he gently pushed into you as your face contorted in pure ecstasy, your hands scrabbling on his back and shoulders to find purchase as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. He gritted his teeth when he was sheathed fully inside of you, breathing heavily through his nose so as not to give into instinct and pound into you hard enough that he would find pleasure within seconds. He needed to make sure you found that heaven with him.

Even after all these years together, you have yet to get used to Azriel's size. They weren't joking about the importance of wing span, and you would chase that delicious burn you felt every time he pushed into you for the rest of eternity—never tiring, always craving.

"Move Az." You said around gritted teeth as that burn gave way to pleasure and anticipation that had you undulating your hips against him in an attempt to get him moving. He didn't need to be told twice, his hands shifting to grip your hips as he pulled out of you so only his tip was still inside you before slamming back into you and causing a cry to leave your lips as he hit that sweet spongey spot deep inside you with the angle he was at.

Pleasure shuddered up Azriel's spine at the feel of you clenching around him as he began to set a relentless pace with his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet noises of your pussy was lewd and erotic and had him closing that gap between you two again to catch your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss that had him seeing stars.

From the teasing he had been doing all night, you were so close - could feel that thrum of pleasure coursing through your veins, your body tensing as the fire began to build and build in your lower stomach. And just as you were about to demand more, you felt one of Azriel's shadows slip between you two to rub firm figures of eight against your throbbing clit.

You cried out his name as you flung your head back, so close to the precipice that you could feel tears slipping down your face and blurring your vision.

"Come for me, Y/N." The sheer demand in Azriel's voice had that band in your lower stomach, finally snapping and lightning striking. Wave after wave rolled throughout your body, causing your back to arch, your nails to scrap along Azriel's back, and your legs to shake around his hips as you came so hard all you could feel was him.

As you shouted his name through the bond, unable to voice it yourself as release shot through you, as he watched your face contort with pure, undiluted pleasure and the feeling of your pussy clenching so tight around him, he too came with a roar of your name on his lips as he wrung out both of your orgasms for as long as possible.

He continued to slowly fuck into you even after both of your orgasms had washed over you, breaths shaky as he breathed heavily as he leaned his forehead against yours - your body still shaking with the aftermath of your orgasms.

When you opened your eyes, your chest heaving with the tiny shockwaves of delicious friction still coursing through you in that afterglow, he was rewarded with a tired and satisfied smile that fell on your lips. He closed the distance to place a sweet kiss on your lips that had him humming in happiness.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up." And with such delicate sweetness, so in contrast with the primal male he had been just moments ago, he gently pulled you into his arms and carried you towards the bathroom where he would run you both a soothing bath and whisper all the things he loved about you before you fell into a deep sleep.

…

He remembers so vividly the moment he had finished eating that delicious slice of lemon drizzle cake, his eyes not leaving yours as he chewed and chewed and that golden thread that now lay connecting you two gleamed and gleamed. He will never forget when he swallowed the last bite and saw the tears that lined your eyes at the soft smile on your lips when he gently said your name down the bond. He would always cherish that first bolt of love you had sent back along that thread, how it had stolen the breath from his lungs and then breathed life into him simultaneously.

He had noticed the way your hair tumbled down your back, the elegant stretch of your neck, the way you were wearing a pair of leggings that clung to every curve, and that you were wearing one of his white shirts.

How you were beginning to smell like him.

He had noticed the shift in you, too, how the newly accepted bond was making you feel - how it was making you both feel. You could feel it prowling under your skin, sinking into your very being, a chanting that was beginning in your mind and throbbing at the apex of your thighs. If you didn't get your hands on each other right now, you would both burst out of your skins.

"Come here, love." He had held out his hand to you, and immediately, you had shuffled closer to him on the sofa. He had taken a deep breath as you neared, smelt that beautiful scent he had always associated with you that was beginning to transform into something else, something intertwining with him.

He hadn't wasted time. His free hand had come up to cup your check as he had leant in and pressed his lips to yours. It took everything in him not to give into the primal part of his body that was warring at him to claim you right here and now. Still, he held it at bay to ensure the first kiss you shared as bonded mates conveyed his indisputable, irrevocable, and unconditional love for you.

He felt the tears that slipped down your face as he brushed his lips against yours, throwing all his feelings towards you down that newly formed, glistening bond. And how you had responded in kind.

But he had felt the wave of passion and desire building in his body. Could tell by the way you pressed into him, your hand curling on his thigh, that you could feel it too.

So, without another word spoken between you, he held you tightly in his hand, pulled you into that shadowy otherness, and cloaked you both in midnight as he transported you to a place far from prying ears and knowing smiles.

A gasp left your lips when you landed on the softness of a plush bed. You broke away from Azriel's lips just enough to quickly survey the room: the elegant furniture, the massive four-poster bed big enough to accommodate wings, the luxurious bathroom that you could see through the doorway on the other side of the room and his and her chest of drawers sitting flush against the wall.

In the quick second it had taken you to scan the room, realisation had dawned on you that he had taken you to that secret house he had kept all to himself. Even Cassain and Rhys hadn't been here, hadn't been able to see the small house on the Sidra that had been his unspoilt piece of heaven for hundreds of years. And now he had let you in, taken you to the most treasured room in the house, and even set up his bedroom to accommodate you without so much a word.

Pure, undiluted love filled every space in your body as you turned back to your mate - your mate - and saw the loving smile falling on his lips. A soft noise, between a sigh and a sob, left your lips as you closed the space between you again and lifted yourself off the bed to straddle Azriel's lap.

It was Azriel's turn to moan as you settled on him, and you pressed your lips to his, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip before tasting his mouth with your tongue. The kiss depended from something soft and hesitant to needy and passionate. His hands moved to rest on your hips, and you could feel his nimble fingers dancing along the exposed skin there, tugging you even closer. A few moments later, Azriel pulled away for breath, attaching his lips to your neck and placing open-mouthed kisses up and down your skin. Each kiss he pressed to the exposed skin of your neck, along your collarbones and back up to skim your jaw was like liquid fire, burning your skin and setting your nerves alight simultaneously. You swear you weren't breathing as you tilted your head back to give him more access. You had been dreaming of this moment for so long, but nothing your mind could conjure was better than this moment.

You had clearly been shouting down the bond because Azriel mumbled, "Gods, I've waited so long to do that," against your skin. You weren't sure you had the brain capacity to form words to express your feelings, so you hummed before spearing your fingers into his hair and tugging to bring his lips back to yours.

A filthy groan left Azriel's lips at the sensation of you tugging on his hair, which caused your hips to roll against his and a soft moan to slip your lips at the delicious friction. Azriel was absolutely desperate to hear that noise tumble from your lips again; he was sure it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, so he gripped your hips and moved them to brush against his now rock-solid erection.

He thought he might climax right there, and then, as you broke the kiss, tipped your head back and whispered his name like a plea as pleasure shuddered down your spine at the sensation of you rubbing your clothed core against him. He didn't stop you as you did it again, his hips rolling to meet yours.

"That's it, baby, take your pleasure." He was transfixed as he watched you grip his shoulders, your eyes closing as you found your rhythm, small noises leaving your mouth as you used him to reach your climax.

"Eyes on me, baby." He commanded, his hand snaking up to grip your chin and hold your gaze. Your eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the most handsome male you had ever seen, looking solely at you with a gaze in his eyes that screamed he was witnessing the most erotic thing in his long life.

Your hips canted faster and faster as you chased that pleasure that was building in your lower stomach. Judging by the wet patch you could see forming on Azriel's thighs as you wrung your pleasure, you knew you were leaking through your underwear and leggings. That, his command to look at you and the way he was watching you was enough for the wave of pleasure to crest and crash over you.

A scream of his name left your lips as you found your climax and shuddered against him, your hips sloppily chasing your high - Azriel's hands gripped your hips and guided them through your orgasm, prolonging it for as long as possible, utterly enraptured at the way you fell apart from just his thigh.

He swore he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

As you came down from your high, Azriel wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up and off his lap, gently laying you down on the plush mattress of the bed. As you returned to your body, you were aware of Az placing soft and loving kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulder and collarbone; the collar of the shirt you were wearing had slipped in the throes of pleasure.

A sweet feeling settled in your bones after the orgasm you had just experienced. Still, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs started up again, nowhere near satisfied and wouldn't be until you had consummated the bond properly. With a lazy, blissful smile, you interrupted Azriel's slow exploration of your exposed skin by gently gripping his face in your hands and bringing it up so you could gaze into those beautiful hazel eyes you had fallen in love with when you first met him.

"I need you, Az." You whispered and a smile spread across his lips as Azriel felt that pulse through the bond, the impatient want to feel him inside you.

You watched as Azriel dipped his head to continue pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue peeking out to lick up the line of sweat that had gathered there from your last orgasm. As his lips gave your skin attention, he gently popped up each button of the shirt you were wearing - his shirt. His lips followed his fingers, pressing kisses to the valley in between your breasts, over your sternum, down the strong muscles of your stomach and finally above your navel - so close to where you were desperate for him to touch you that you had felt him smirk against your skin when he had felt your hips writhe underneath him.

He gently slipped the material off your shoulders and discarded it on the floor before he shifted his weight to grasp the waistband of your leggings—his eyes on you, waiting for that nod for him to proceed.

His heart nearly cleaved in two when he saw that loving smile on your face as you nodded at him. Slowly, torturously, he began to pull the material over your hips and down your legs, his lips and tongue following his fingers once again, just like he had been doing with your upper half. He pressed reverent kisses to the curve of your hips, to both inner thighs, your knee, your calf and finally your ankle before throwing your leggings to join your discarded shirt.

His eyes landed on your clothed core as he straightened, a breathy moan filling the air as he took in the mess you had made to the white material. He couldn't help himself as he reached a finger out to trace the wet patch you had created rubbing against him earlier. A whine leaving your lips had him grinning again before he gently removed your underwear so you were bare before him.

The breath left his lungs as he drank in the sight of you before him, spread out, flushed and entirely bare. He was sure he could die a happy male now, that he would never see a more lovely sight before him.

A wave of embarrassment fell over you under his scrutiny, and automatically, your hands came up to cover yourself, your body curling in under his stare. His hands shot out, gripping your wrists to pull them away, to show yourself to him again.

"Don't," he whispered, "so beautiful." He mumbled before bending down to kiss your lips, a reassuring kiss that told you never to hide your body from him again. That he found you the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

He pulled back to stand and unbuckled his trousers; you watched, transfixed at the way his fingers nimbly moved before he shoved down his trousers and his underwear to reveal the proud length of him as he sprung free and slapped his stomach. Your mouth instantly watered, your lips partly slightly as you took in his impressive length and girth - his red tip already leaking with precum.

Instantly, you were pushing yourself into a seating position, your hand outstretched to touch him. A soft noise of confusion left your lips as he gently gripped your wrist to stop you from touching him, a slight shake of his head as you looked up at him.

"I want to touch you." You breathed.

"Later, baby, we will explore everything together later. But now, I need to be inside you." His voice had dropped to a rough growl as he began to crawl over you, your body falling back onto the mattress as he crowded you.

He connected his lips to yours, another bruising, passionate kiss that swept your breath away as he pushed you into the soft material of the mattress, his hand coming back up to knead your breast, and you arched into his touch. You felt him gently knock your knees apart so he could slip in between them as he hovered over you.

"Are you ready, my love?" He whispered, and you gently reached up to stroke his jaw again.

"You're so big." You couldn't help but blurt out, earning yourself a bark of laughter. You could also see the satisfaction in Azriel's eyes at your words. You had been with plenty of males before, but none this endowed, this impressive, and you could admit you were a bit nervous about how he was going to fit inside you.

"You can take me, sweetheart." He grinned as he dipped down to press another kiss to your lips, "I'll take it slow, ok?" You nodded, your heart thrashing in your chest as you watched him line up with your entrance.

Azriel thought he would burst out of his skin the moment he pushed inside you, his wings flaring behind him as pleasure rolled down his spine at the feeling of you enveloping him. He gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning your face to not give in to that primal part of himself beating widely in his chest, desperate to feel all of you at once.

He began rolling his hips into you, pushing further until he saw you wince and felt you clench around him. He stopped, dipping his head down to kiss your lips lovingly, "Sssh, relax, sweetheart." He mumbled against your skin.

Your heart could have burst out of your chest with how sweet he was being. You had been right, though; he was big. Bigger than you had ever had before, and that burn when he started to push in took your breath away. A gasp escaped your lips, however, when you felt him reach down between your bodies to trace firm patterns on your clit, expertly replacing that burning sensation with one of pleasure as his scarred fingers created the most delicious friction.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me in." He murmured above you, his eyes never leaving yours as he felt you relax against him. When he saw you nod at him, he pushed even further.

And so it went as he gently rolled his hips into yours, sinking further and further into your warmth. When he came across resistance, he would stop, draw pleasure from your clit with his fingers before whispering, "Good girl," into your ear. The praise he was giving you was enough to have your toes curling, let alone the waves and waves of white hot pleasure he was drawing from your clit.

You were panting by the time he was fully seated inside you. Azriel groaned at the sensation as he held still, waiting for you to adjust in that final moment. He could have sworn he had reached heaven. The feeling of you pulsing around him was enough to make him grit his teeth in an attempt to stop himself from finishing right there like an inexperienced teenager.

You could feel Azriel everywhere. He was sitting, brushing against the sensitive spot inside you that you hadn't even known existed until he touched it with the final roll of his hips into you, and it made you see stars even as you adjusted to the burn of him inside you. You could feel his shadows skating around your body, circling your nipple, soothing your heated skin, brushing against your clit as you lay there. Soon, the burn of discomfort began to morph into impatience as the desire to feel him became overwhelming.

"Az," you whined, writhing beneath him as you tried to move your hips. So desperate for friction, "Please. Move, baby," You whispered, and those words were enough to unleash Azriel.

Twin moans escaped both of your lips as he slowly pulled out of you to roll his hips, burying himself inside you again, sitting flush against your body. You weren't inexperienced; you had had lovers before, but nothing could compare to the way Azriel's hips rolled against you, and you felt every delicious inch of him - how it consumed you and had licks of fire sparking up your spine, along the contours of your legs, down to your very fingertips.

He delighted in the soft sounds that were slipping from your lips, from the pain that accompanied the overwhelming ecstasy as you scrambled to get purchase on his shoulders, your nails raking down his back, scoring lines - marking him as yours.

He couldn't help but look down at where you were joined, watching him disappear again and again inside your perfect pussy, groaning at the lewd noises and the way you clenched around him.

"You're taking me so well, Princess." His words coaxed that fire in your stomach, and tears began to form in your eyes as your mind began to fog at the sinful pace he was setting.

He wasn't fast, his hips almost languid in the way they rolled against you, so unlike the males you had had before, with their pistoning hips and their nearly brutal pace that had had you barking in discomfort rather than pleasure. Azriel had no intention of this being quick; he was determined to make this perfect for you; he would make you feel every ounce of pleasure as he worked you up to that orgasm that was threatening to consume you.

"Look at you," he cooed, "So beautiful and all mine." His words set you alight as he dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses to your throat. Sucking and nipping along your perfect skin as he marked you as his - he couldn't wait for other males to take one look at your neck and know you were spoken for.

"All yours, Az. Forever." His hips stuttered at the words that dripped from your lips like honey, a groan ripping from his throat as he felt you send how much you meant it through that new bond - he could hardly believe this was reality, and he wasn't dreaming right now.

"Say it again." A soft smile fell on your lips as you cupped his jaw again, bringing his face level with yours as his hips continued their tortuous, delicious pace.

"I am yours, Azriel. Forever and always." You whispered into the space between you, whispered it to the universe, and pushed it down that bond—twin circles of Illyrian tattoos now circling that spot on your ring fingers on your left hands, where no doubt pretty rings would soon sit atop them.

He crashed his lips onto you, sealing the words you had spoken. The kiss was all-consuming and only heightened the ecstasy coursing through you as Azriel hit that spot inside you that had your back arching and your feet locking at the base of his back.

"Az. Fuck." You whined when you broke away to catch your breath. He could feel you fluttering around him, knew you were close and was rewarded with a sharp cry of his name when he sent his shadows to brush against your clit, aiding you to bring you closer to that edge.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart." He ground out, his hips turning sloppy as he felt himself close to reaching that oblivion, "Come for me, baby."

With a sharp thrust of his hip, a sweet flick of his shadow against your clit and with the soft command that he had given you, you felt that roaring fire reach its peak, felt it turn molten as you shattered underneath your mate. White hot pleasure soared through your body, setting every nerve-ending alight as you rode out your high.

Azriel watched, absolutely entranced as he watched you writhe underneath him, your face contouring into the most beautiful sight he had ever seen as he watched you fall apart because of him. It was enough for him to find his release as chants of your name slipped from his lips as he slammed his hips into you and painted your walls with his release. He came so hard he almost blacked out; the only thing spearing through his spotty vision was your face as you watched him through hazy eyes - gentle fingers tracing those tattoos curving over his chest and shoulders.

He shook to keep himself above you as you both slowly came down from your highs, ready to bask in the sweet afterglow of a bond realised and accepted. Sweat dripped off his hair and slid down your body, but the smiles on your faces were mirror images of each other - the realisation that this was forever, that this was home.

"Come here." You whispered the hands that had been marking him with your nails previously, now delicately circling his broad shoulders to coax him down to your body.

He made no move to slip out of you - still semi-hard and knowing that there would be more rounds, that this frenzy was only beginning - as he rested his body against yours. His arms circled your spent body to hold you against him as your fingers found his hair and began to scratch his scalp.

Peace. That was what you were both feeling right now—utter peace—that this was right, that you had found each other, and that you would spend the rest of eternity beside each other.

Azriel lifted his head to press his lips to yours in a loving kiss, exploring that glittering, gleaming thread that sang between you - knowing he was finally complete and had a lifetime to enjoy it.

a/n: iiiiii don’t know how I feel about this one! it has been a long time since I wrote smut so I have no idea if that was any good...if you've made it this fare, thank you loves 🫶🏻 the final scene of domestic bliss (the 10-year anniversary) is missing but I am planning on making that it's own fic - I wanted to do it justice and felt it was too much to include in this one, so stay tuned!

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jkmyluv · 5 months

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THE DATE || JJK

Pairing : Boxer jk × Female reader

Genre : Established relationship, Boxer au

Summary : Spending the whole day going on various dates with your boyfriend, starting from amusement parks to trying sushi for the first time with your boyfriend.

Warnings : Female reader, Butt taps, KISSES, a few suggestive comments but no actual smut, making out, shy reader and jk, Reader hates sushi (sorry if u don't lmao), cringe couple shit.

The bright light shines down on your and your boyfriends face as you struggle to get into your boyfriends car. "Need help getting your cute ass in there?" He asks causing you to groan, "Its all your fault jeon, shut up" you speak up glaring at him.

He feigns innocence and teasingly replies while holding his chest pretending to be hurt, "baby it was not me who was whining yesterday night to go faster"

"Its not my fault my boyfriend doesn't know how to fuck properly that I have to beg him to do the bare minimum" you look up at him with a teasing glint but immediately regret it when you see his dark gaze.

"And thats why you squirted three times yesterday, was yesterday not enough brat?", causing you to immediately smile and peck his cheek,

"I'm just kidddinngggg jungkook, don't be mean and start the car, I wanna go ride all the rides and don't be scared ill protect you",

causing jungkook to scoff, "Lets see whose the one who ends up crying like a baby". The car ride is pretty silent except for jungkook singing and cursing at people for not driving properly.

"You're so handsome" causing jungkook to look away from you and blush "get down baby we're here"

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Here you were standing in the line for about 40 mins to get on the ferris wheel, because according to jungkook its very romantic, "jungkook i can't do it please, its so hot i can't even stand" you say while taking heavy breathes causing jungkook to look at you while rasing his eyebrows, his hands grip your waist and pulls you closer, " If u wanted me to carry you so badly, all u could've done is asked instead of whining" he smirks and abruptly lifts you up causing you to yell at him.

"Jungkook are you dumb, put me down there are kids here, put me down you idi-mmph"

You feel jungkooks lip press onto yours harshly and his hands grip you tightly in his arms, you start feeling all giddy inside until u feel him pull away and lick a stripe up your cheeks. "JUNGKOOK YOU'RE DISGUSTING"

Jungkook puts you down and back hugs you so that you won't be able to hit him, "baby thats just how I show i love you, and u smelled so good" causing you to admit your Defeat.

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The sun starts setting down and jungkook decides that its time to picnic in the park,so you and you're beloved boxer boyfriend sit on the mat that you layed out.

You both were lying on your stomach and facing each other, jungkook had one of his hands on your hips holding your long flowy skirt down, and your hands were caressing his eyebrows, eyes, his scar, his lips, as you lean to Peck his lips.

"Did I tell you, you look really pretty today and the skirt looks really good on you"

"You did" , "nothing wrong with saying it again, you're so pretty, the prettiest and the cutest, even though we argue like kids sometimes, but that's something I wouldn't change for the world." This makes you tear up a but as jungkook was never really someone who spoke his feelings, you push his chest and make him lay on his back and lay on top of him with only your lower body on the mat and your upper bodies pressed together, you start pecking all over his face and whisper lovingly " i love you so much jungkook, you're so cute, the cutest cutie pie"

causing jungkook to groan, "I'm not cute baby, way to ruin the moment" causing you to giggle, "just like how your hard on is ruining the moment by poking my stomach, can't even be romantic with my boyfriend" you huff and lay down on your side facing away from him pretending to be mad.

Jungkook pinches your hips, "cmon turn around" and you don't.

But jungkook takes this as a perfect opportunity to hit your butt, the sound of his hands hitting your butt echoes through your ears as you yelp and bring your hands to cover your rear. "Stop that jeon, it hurts" making jungkook coo and rub your butt and he proceeds to pat it, " there you go all better or do u want me to kiss it better?"

"Talk to me when your hard on is gone", you say.

Jungkook sighs and lifts your head and slides it onto his arm, as a pillow and hugs your waist from behind. "What are you doing" , "spooning my baby, what can I do when my girlfriends being all cute and sexy, ofcourse I'm gonna get hard" you blush as you feel his hard on on your back.

You turn around in his arm and wrap your arms around his neck, making him wrap his arms around your waist, you both smile at each other and you slowly inch closer, you feel his breath on you're lips and you pull him closer and press your lips on his, his hands immediately grip you tighter and pull you closer causing you to whimper. Jungkook groans at that and pushes his tounge inside your mouth roughly and grips your chin to pull you even more closer, making you pull away from the absence of air, whimpering. But you have no time to catch your breath as a pair of lips proceeds to press itself on your lips and jungkooks hand pulls you even more closer, you try pushing him away by his chest, but he doesn't even budge.

"I c-cant breathe m-mphh* resulting in jungkook to finally pull away and giggle.

All this loving peace lasts for a moment until we see an old couple walking up to us yelling about public indecency causing you to freak out and get up and trying to make jungkook get up, "jungkook come on let's run", "baby tf are they gonna do, let them fucking come ill take care of them, don't be scared"

"JUNGKOOK IF YOU DONT GET UP RIGHT NOW I SWEAR IM GONNA CRY" this threat results in jungkook complying as you both hold each others hands and make a run for it as the old couples curses slowly dissappear into thin air and the only thing that's audible is the laughter that vibrates off of your chest, and the pure love you have for each other, at this moment you silently look up at jungkook and admire him and you realize how lucky you are to have a man like him.

"Stop looking at me like that if you don't want me to eat you", "you know what I'm hungry jungkook". After a back and forth argument of where to eat, you both decide to eat at this sushi place, as you told you're boyfriend you've never had sushi.

"Come on baby order anything you want, I'll pay" causing you to giggle "ofc sugar daddy"

"I can be your daddy if you like"

"JUNGKOOK", "I'm sorry"

You regret this, you can't eat it, you feel like throwing up, "it tastes so bad, how do people eat this?" Causing jungkook to act like he was offended "how dare you say that to my baby, she tastes so good, baby you don't have to eat it, order something else If you want"

That night when you had food poisoning, jungkook was the one who held your hair back when you threw up, he was the one who made sure you fell asleep with no discomfort, he made sure to stay awake to ensure you don't wake up in the middle of the night due to discomfort, he was the one who made sure you were warm and comfortable, he was the one who loved you, he was the one who put up with your tantrums, he was the one who let's you cuddle him every night even though he pretends to hate it, he is the one who always offers a shoulder to cry on or put your legs on.

#jungkook established relationship #jungkook smut #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #jungkook x y/n #jungkook bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook boyfriend material #bts #bts jungkook

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satorusluver · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Minors DNI

Word count: 1100 ish

Warnings: smut without plot, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, I think that's it. Idk, it's sex man lmao.

A/N: I'm continuing my "Gojo is a giant fucking tease" agenda.

There's not much Gojo Satoru loves more than teasing you until you're nearly in tears before he finally fucks you. He loves your pretty whimpers, the cute faces you make, the begging. He loves having you on your back, your fists balled into the sheets in sheer frustration as you whine and plead with him to finally fuck you after he's been teasing you for the past 20 minutes.

You whine pitifully as the head of your boyfriend's cock, flushed a dark pink and leaking precum, pushes past your outer lips and presses against your entrance. He moves his hips ever so slightly, never letting more than the weeping tip breach you.

"Toru...please." He just smirks.

"...please what, baby?" Satoru asks coyly, pulling back and lightly tapping the head of his cock against your swollen, needy clit.

"Please..." you blush a little before finally getting the words out. "Please put it in..."

Satoru grins cockily. His bright blue eyes look upward as he makes a slight "hmm" sound, as though he's considering putting an end to your torture at last.

"You want this cock? My cock?" he asks, tapping the head against your clit a little harder now.

"Need it. Pleeease?"

"Well....since you asked soo nicely."

You gasp when you finally feel him pushing into you, filling you until you feel the very tip pressing gently against your cervix. The stretch is painful at first, but oh so delicious. Satoru is tall, so fucking tall, but he bends forward so that his face hovers just above yours, his lips barely brushing your own before he speaks:

"You okay, baby?" he asks softly, waiting for you to nod your head before he starts moving. Each thrust delivers a perfect hit to that sweet spot inside of you, earning a soft grunt from Satoru each time he sinks back into your tight heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom as you feel the bulbous tip of his dick hitting places so deep you didn't know they existed.

No one else ever filled you up quite like Satoru. His cock is long and thick with bluish veins protruding from under the pale skin. And it curves upward ever so slightly so that any time he takes you on your back like this, he's perfectly angled against your g-spot. He's holding your legs up, spreading them nice and wide so he can get a good look at how your pretty, drooling cunt is being split open by him.

"So fucking wet f'me,' he mutters appreciatively. "You look so pretty like this, all fucked out and stuffed full of me."

And he can't help but appreciate how you look up at him too, with your cute, flushed face and your mouth hanging slightly agape as he fucks you senseless. He presses into you even deeper, hardly moving out more than an inch or two now as he grinds against you, his lower stomach rubbing against your clit each time he does.

"Ohh, listen to those sounds you're making. You gonna cum on my cock already, is that it, baby?" he asks with a smug grin when he hears you let out another high-pitched whine. Normally you would make some retort about how it's his fucking fault for getting you so worked up by being the world's biggest tease, but right now you're too fucked out to think straight with his cock ramming against you in all the right places.

And fuck, you do cum, with a few more good hits to your g-spot coupled with the friction against your clit, you're creaming around his shaft in waves of pleasure that cause your inner walls to spasm around him as Satoru fucks you through your orgasm and into overstimulation, still hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with each movement.

"Oh, fu-u-ck," he stammers, his hip movements stuttering and his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels your already tight little pussy constricting around him. Soon he speeds up again, heavy balls smacking against the soft flesh of your ass as he grows more desperate to fill you with his load with each passing minute. Snow white hair begins to stick to his forehead as the distinct smell of sweat and sex fills the air.

"S-such a good girl. So fuckin good f'me. You wan' my cum baby?" Satoru murmurs, his word slightly slurred from pleasure.

You've never really thought about having kids, but every time you have sex with Satoru, that primal part of your brain that's driven to reproduce literally begs for him to fill your cunt full to the brim with hot, thick ropes of his sticky seed. Something about Satoru makes you lose all your inhibitions and just want to be his -his pretty little fuckdoll, his pretty little wife.

"Please please please!" you cry out, looking up at from behind long lashes with hazy, lust-filled eyes. "Need your cum, daddy!"

"That's my little cumslut," he croons. "Gonna take it all, aren't ya? Not gonna waste a single drop of daddy's cum." His hand reaches up to squeeze one of your soft tits, watching how they bounce each time he slams into you. You feel that knot forming in your lower abdomen again, feeling yourself nearing another high, and Satoru notices the way that you tense up.

"That's it. Cum for me again, angel. Wanna feel that pretty little cunt milking my cock dry." His voice is dripping with cockiness, because he knows only he can make you cum like that.

"F-fuck yes, yes," Satoru hisses when he feels you clamping down on him again as your second orgasm hits you, his thumb rubbing your puffy clit in small circles as you shake and mewl under him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Satoru groans, and your body's immediate response to hearing that is to wrap your legs tight around his waist to keep him from pulling out -as though he would, as though he could resist you even if he wanted to.

Those azure eyes of his go out of focus as he takes in a sharp breath, and his head falls forward onto your shoulder. His fingers dig into your sides almost hard enough to cause bruises. "Take it take it take it take it," Satoru babbles mindlessly as he paints your walls white, fucking rope after rope of thick cum into you.

"Good girl," he pants, his chest heaving as he starts to come down from his high. His lips press a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder and his fingers rub soothing circles into your skin where he'd just been gripping you so hard. After several seconds of catching his breath, he finally pulls out. A trickle of his cum follows him, which Satoru quickly stuffs back inside your well-used cunt with two long, slender fingers.

"I said not to waste a single drop."

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eliluvschan · 1 month

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My Eternity

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 2.098

warnings: cutie channie explaining his relationship & like one curse word?

genre: fluff

a/n: when i tell you i've never had a boyfriend would you believe me? lmaoo i blame the 4am thoughts for this one. took me 4 hours to write this with like 7 mental breakdowns through? i was listening to WOW and i reeeaally wanted to add Jisung's; jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo? but rlly didn't know how lmao + i'm addicted to this small lettertype so imma use it from now on ;) okay now i'll let you go read. enjoooooy ♡

i’ve known you ever since the day when we were kids.

- we’ve been neighbours since childhood. you moved to my hometown, went to my class and blended in. everyone liked you, how could i not?

the happiest moment to ever exist.

- i was always happy when you sat beside me and my friends, not wanting to make friends with the others in high school.

check my bucket list, oh, you were on the list.

- before i met you, i didn’t have a bucket list. you just kind of became my best friend and we made a bucket list together. i never showed you mine, cause you were on the list.

i’m living the dream, somebody heard my wish.

- it has always been my dream to have someone like you by my side, so understanding, so beautiful with such an amazing soul. my wish has been heard and i’ve been the happiest ever since.

call out your name.

- my Y/nnie, princess, little one, baby girl, sweetheart, darling, love, honey, baby, jagiya, sweetie, future wifey, koala bear, cuddle bug and many more sweet names. i can give you a million nicknames.

you do the same.

- Channie, future husband, baby, jagiya, sweetheart, cutie, sweetie, boyfriend, darling, baby boy, prince, hottie, kangaroo, Chris, Christopher, Bahng. you never run out of nicknames for me and they always make me blush, laugh and flutter.

hug you all day.

- you love hugging me and so do i. it’s the best part of when i come home after a tiring day of practice and engulf you in a big hug like it’s the last time i’ll ever hug you.

i hope this’ll never end for eternity.

- i love you like the person you are, how your nose and brows scrunch together when you can’t open something and always ask me, or how you silently hug me from behind or the side when i’m busy producing songs. i don’t ever want to leave your side.

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i just want all time to stop.

- time has always been an issue. whether it’s morning or evening. i won’t ever get tired of you. the way you whine in the mornings for five more minutes, or evenings when you cling to me like my little koala bear.

— ❀ —

i’m never letting go.

- i am never letting go of you. you’re stuck with me jagiya. now until eternity.

let’s go on a little walk, see the world outside.

- i always have to drag you outside, or else you want to stay inside most of the times we're together. it's cute.

don't wanna let you go.

- never ever will i leave you. my eyes always find you in a crowd, at concerts or fan-meetings. one small smile and i feel like i can achieve anything in this big, scary world.

the way that you give me your hands, i'll fly.

- the first time you gave me your hand, was when your date dumped you at prom. you were so sad and i wanted to punch the bastard right then and there. even though i wanted to be the one who took you to prom in the first place.

at times when i feel down or empty.

- the times when i'm stressed with work, or when i have writers-block, you're always there to distract me. even without me saying anything, makes me love you even more.

you're always beside me.

- you're always there to catch me at my lowest moment. when i feel like a bad leader, or when i feel like i'm not enough for you, the boys or my siblings back in australia. you're just there doing something random with Jisung or Hyunjin and it brings the hugest smile to my face, making me forget all my worries.

promise that i'll love you plenty.

- i promise that i'll always love you. even when i don't show it or say it enough, my heart only beats for you. the way you joke around with Changbin, Felix and I.N. or play savage with Lee Know or Seungmin. it just fills my heart even more than i thought it could.

i hope this'll never end for eternity.

- i'm sure i tell you this lots but the way you always fiddle with the strings of your (my) hoodie or the way you put your hands in your or my holes in our jeans when you're anxious. it's adorable.

— ❀ —

when i look at you i know that you're the only one.

- i have never been in serious relationships but this one with you is something else. i want you to know that i want you as my first and last for everything.

the only one yeah.

- you're the only one that can make me do things i usually hate and the only one that can calm me down in your own magical way.

nothing in the world could beat our little special bond.

- nothing in the world can try and break our bond. with each other we can be crazy in our own way and none of us would judge each other for that.

'cause we are one.

- we are one. you complete me just as i complete you. you know everything of me like i know everything about you.

run around and make a mess, we don't even have to rest.

- the boys are always loud and a mess so i guess i need you to help me clean after them. being a dad of 7 is a tiring job. luckily i have you and together we can do anything.

every moment is a precious memory.

- every moment together or with the boys are precious. like dancing with danceracha until the early mornings, rapping sessions with 3racha in the studio or just joking around with vocalracha when they have nothing to do.

the way you wake me up in bed, yeah, i hope this never ends.

- you always lave little kisses around my face or just stare at me, staying in my embrace. it's mainly me waking you up cause you love your sleep and always ask for 5 more minutes to lazy around in bed.

i'm lucky that you're my best friend so.

- my best friend, my lover, my soulmate, significant other, my future wife, my girlfriend, my everything. there aren't enough words to describe my love for you. guess we should thank your parents for moving right next to us when you were 10.

— ❀ —

i just want all time to stop.

- those last 16 years went by so fast, it's crazy how fast time flies. i'll never forget our first encounter at school. you bumping into me and then scolding me for accidentally dropping my juice box on your blouse. i felt bad and handed you my shirt. and had a huge smile each time i saw you wearing my shirt that day around school.

— ❀ —

i'm never letting go.

- the time i confessed, and you didn't reply, i thought you'd hate me. instead you grabbed my face and gave me a long and passionate kiss. you were barely 17. i was 20. yet it was the best decision i had made that day.

let's go on a little walk, see the world outside.

- our first date was a walk around the beach. your hand was safely in mine as it was a little over 12 am. our phones full of missed calls from our parents as we enjoyed each other's company.

don't wanna let you go.

- when we told our parents about our relationship, they were over the moon. they never expected us to end up together and your father gave me a firm handshake and told me to speak to him later. never had i feared for my life more than the glare he gave me.

the way that you'll give me your hands, i'll fly.

- the way your hands fit perfectly in mine. it's a sign huh? you're my soulmate now and forever. or how you moved to seoul for me because you couldn't stand the long distance, not realising it would be lonely for you. but then again, i forgot what a social butterfly you are and became friends with half the Kpop industry as you were a dance teacher yourself, teaching dances to little kids who were passionate about dancing.

at times when i feel down or empty.

- there's always times when i feel down or empty. like how i worry about if Berry might forget me after not seeing me for a long time and you reassuring me that she won't. because that's who you are, always reassuring me and the others if one of us is feeling stressed.

you're always beside me.

- you've always been beside me. when i was a trainee, when i debuted, when i wasn't sure about my career and all the other choices i made in these last 16 years. you could read me like an open book and knew all my struggles back then and now.

promise that i'll love you plenty.

- the boys are always complaining how mushy i get when they mention you. they've also mentioned a million times when i'll propose to you, not knowing i've started planning way ahead and am planning to ask you very soon.

i hope this'll never end for eternity.

- you always bring me and the boys lunch on your free days or in the weekend. knowing that we all love your cooked foods. and then like to hang around and even dance together with us to choreo's that Lee Know teaches us. or how you even made some changes to the dances cause you thought they could use another movement.

— ❀ —

ah-ooh (eternity)

- you'll always be my eternity.

ah-ooh

— ❀ —

you make me call out your name.

- a little after 5 pm you arrive home. immediately jumping into my arms as you dump your shoes, coat and bag somewhere in the hallway. ''i missed you jagiya.'' i smile in your neck as you hum in response, telling me you missed me too.

you do the same.

- the way you always call my name when i come back home late. telling you not to wait up, yet every time you still do, attacking me in a tight hug and whine cutely telling me to take a quick shower before we head to bed.

hug you all day.

- the door opens and a few seconds later you're in the hallway with two heavy bags of groceries that you picked up on your way home. while you're cooking, i hug you from behind and we stay in each other's presence as you cook a delicious home made dish.

i hope this'll never end.

- even after a long, tiring day at work, you never fail to amaze me with the amazing dishes you learn from the internet, my mother or yours. the praises i give you aren't enough, so i'll feed you too.

— ❀ —

i'm never letting go.

- you've teased me a lot about going to my 'side-hoes' even though i've never had eyes for someone other than you. of course in those 6 years that we've been together we've had multiple fights. but we always went and apologised even if the fight wasn't that serious. we also have an unspoken rule to never go to bed upset and always communicate things with each other before accusing without proof.

let's go on a little walk, see the world outside.

- i'm planning on asking you on the beach. the exact same one where we had our first date years ago. i've got the perfect plan in mind to get you there and the best way to ask you. i can't wait to see your reaction to this song i wrote for you and the reaction you'll have when i go down on one knee and ask you to be mine for eternity.

don't wanna let you go.

- today, i asked your parents your hand in marriage. they were thrilled to see their little girl getting married to her first boyfriend from 16 years ago. 6 years ago your father glared at me for being the boyfriend of his daughter. today, he gave me a hug and told me he trusted me as your husband.

the way that you'll give me your hands, i'll fly.

- you're never getting rid of me, jagiya. i'll always love and cherish you for who you are. and so will the boys. they were so happy when i told them i'm finally proposing and wanted to be part of the plan too.

eternity.

- you're sleeping in my arms right now, not realising that the ring i'm planning to slip on your finger soon, is safely in it's box in my right hand, while my left arm is tightly wrapped around your fragile body, holding you close to me, your head on my chest right where my heart is beating just for you.

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greg-montgomery · 2 years

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in regards to the soft aaron thoughts, imagine jack being sick and aaron coming in to check on him but jack asking for you and referring to you for the first time as mom. something along the lines of "can you ask mom to come lay down with me?"

i’m going to CRY

♡ it’s really early in the morning so you’re still asleep. aaron always wakes up at ungodly hours so he is veeeeery quiet bc he doesn’t wanna wake you up (cause that means you’ll be super grumpy all morning lmao)

♡ so instead he leaves a soft little kiss on your forehead, before getting up to check that jack is safely sleeping still :)

♡ right when he arrives outside jack's bedroom, he sees the door open, followed by jack looking like he’s been crying :(

♡ he says “i don’t feel so good, daddy” and he starts crying </3

♡ so of course aaron picks him up in his arms and puts him back to bed! he checks his temperature and asks him questions so he can understand what’s wrong.

♡ he comes to the conclusion that it’s just a stomach flue so he brings some medicine for jack to take and sits next to him, playing with his hair trying to comfort him!

♡ and that’s when jack yawns and says all sleepily “can you ask mom to come lay down with me?”

♡ aaron’s heart drops because he thinks he means haley and that because he’s sick and sleepy he forgot she’s not with them anymore </3

♡ but after a few seconds he realised that jack meant you!!! and it made him so happy to see his son loving the woman he loves just as much as he does!!!

♡ he knows that haley would be so happy too to see her baby being loved by someone as wonderful as you :( to see him having a second mom who’s gonna be there for him and take care of him!

♡ he kisses jack’s forehead and whispers to him that he’ll be right back…with his mom :) and jack smiles so big!

♡ you have talked about this before with aaron and he knows how happy you’ll be to find out jack called you mom for the first time! you had told him that whenever jack was ready to call you mom, you’d be the luckiest person in the world to have a child as sweet as him!!

♡ “your son is asking for you,” he whispers in your ear while rubbing your back.

♡ you look at him all confused with a sleepy expression which makes his heart ache from love <333

♡ so he explains to you that: jack is a little sick - and before you overreact he’s fine i already gave him some medicine- but he’s asking for his mom to lay down with him.

♡ so you look up at him like 🥹 and he cups your cheek and tells you “come on, your son is waiting for his mom!”

♡ you’re trying so hard not to cry and you fail.

♡ but you pull yourself together before jack sees you because you don’t wanna worry him!!

♡ “hi my little angel…” you say as softly as you can when you walk into his room and find him all covered up with his blankets.

♡ “mom i’m sick,” he says with a whine and you immediately go and cuddle with him and hold him close so he feels safe and cared for :(((

♡ you play with his hair and tell him that the medicine his daddy gave him will make him okay super fast!

♡ “i love you, mom,” he says before he falls asleep 🥺 and you tell him you love him too and kiss the top of his head :(

♡ you do not go to work that day!! there’s no way you would leave him alone!!

♡ aaron sits by the door and watches the two of you, feeling really emotional :((( he’s smiling but he has tears in his eyes…he can’t believe he was lucky enough to meet someone like you…he can’t believe how lucky he is to be loved by someone like you…

♡ he moves towards jack’s bed too (he can’t lie down because 1. there’s no room in jack’s small bed 2. he’s way too tall) and sits by your side, quietly wondering what would he do without his two favourite people in the whole world 🥺

#wow i can’t shut up!#but i LOVE this thought #it’s what they both deserve!!!!!#I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM #ask #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner hc #hotch 🪐

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dem-obscure-imagines · 2 years

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Just the Three of Us

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Fandom: Stranger Things

AU: Soulmate

Summary: After crashlanding in the mystical magical world of the 1980s, you discover that you have not one, but two soulmates and they are determined to take the best care of you they possibly can.

Note: Takes place sometime after Season 4 I guess?? Everyone lives and is happy (even though we don’t have those answers yet lmao). Also, yes another Soulmate AU. So sorry, but I am trash. Consider this my apology for discontinuing Stranded lol.

Warnings: poly fluff, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

Reader Is: Female

Holy fuck, did your head hurt. Your ears were ringing really loudly and everything was black. Add to the list your limbs felt like they were full of sand and you were not having a good time. After a long moment, the ringing began to subside enough to make out some (unfamiliar) voices, who seemed to be bickering above you somewhere.

“She needs to go to a hospital. Like, now.” One of the voices argued. “Look at her.”

“And tell them what, Steve, that she fell from the sky?” Another voice, this one younger, replied.

“I don’t know, man, I think Harrington’s right. She doesn’t look so good.” A third voice, this one a bit deeper than either of the others, said. “Add to that the fact that she fell from the fucking sky.”

You tried your best to lift your eyelids, but everything was so heavy. Too heavy to move.

“Well we have to do something! We can’t just stand there and let her—” This voice sounded like a girl. A paranoid one at that.

“Wait, look.” The deep voice said, causing all of the others to stop talking for a moment. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel all of their gazes on you.

You attempted to speak, to say something, but the best you could manage was a low whine. You wiggled your fingers the slightest bit, pushing, pushing, pushing to the surface.

“I think she can hear us.” The first voice, Steve, deduced.

You felt a hand against yours. Large, warm fingers, and something cold, like metal.

“Hey, it’s okay. Take your time.” The deeper voice encouraged.

You took a long, deep breath, and then, after an impossibly long moment, you managed to open your eyes, all of your limbs tingling as you did so. “Fuck.” You groaned, struggling to move, but realizing very quickly that that wouldn’t be happening just yet.

“Oh my God,” The girl said, a hand covering her mouth. Her hair was cut short and there was this quirky, unexplainable energy about her. “Hi. Um. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” You replied, exhaling a sigh as you looked to the others in the room. And as soon as you did, something was…wrong. For starters, one of them looked like he’d stepped out of an 80’s hair band, and the other older boy looked like he had about half a tub of hair gel holding up his shiny brown hair. “Oh God…” You muttered.

Slowly, you began to sit up. There was a fourth person in the room, this one obviously younger than the other three. He was wearing a baseball cap with vibrant neon letters on it, and he had a walkie-talkie in his hand. They all stared at you, waiting for you to speak, or say something further.

“I…where am I?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.” The youngest said, his eyes expectant.

You pressed your lips together, skeptical to say the least. “No, that can’t…” You looked at the décor around the room, old posters for movies and musicians and they were all a little…too vintage to be anything anyone your age would have. Well…unless… “Is this…What…year is it?”

You asked the question slowly and they were all quiet for a really long time, staring at you like you’d sprouted antennae all of a sudden.

“You’re not saying what I think you’re saying, right?” The youngest asked, visibly getting a bit excited at the prospect. “Because if you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”

“Let her speak, Dustin, Jesus.” The guy with the gel in his hair, Steve, you connected, based on his voice.

“Because, I mean, you all look like you’re…from like the ‘80s.” You shook your head. You sounded crazy even saying it out loud. “But that would be—”

“It’s not crazy.” The girl reassured you. “Because, uh, it is the ‘80s. 1986.”

“Fuck.” You repeated, this time more in awe and shock than when you had groaned it before in nothing but pain. Though, you would admit, you were a little nauseous, thinking about it. “I…wow.”

“You okay?” The guy with the deeper voice and the hair band hair asked, noticing your discomfort.

“I don’t know.” You repeated, shaking your head and letting out a breathy laugh. “Holy fuck this is not happening…” To say you were having a bit of a breakdown was putting it lightly.

“Do you remember what happened before you came here?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, I blew out my birthday candles.”

“Happy birthday!” The girl said sincerely.

You smiled. “Thank you.” You paused, thinking back. “Yeah, no, that’s it. Twenty-first birthday party one minute and this couch the next.”

Putting the pieces together, you rolled up the sleeve of your shirt. Sure enough, there it was, silver and gleaming and glittering and fresh. Your soulmark.

“You…you don’t happen to know a Steve Harrington or an Eddie Munson, do you?” You looked up at them, watching their faces as they looked at you and then each other, and then raced to lift their sleeves to look for themselves.

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N)?” Steve asked tentatively, reading from his arm and looking up at you.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Holy fuck! I knew it!” Eddie jumped, pumping his fist while Steve’s handsome features broke into a giant smile, looking at you with soft eyes. Eddie knelt down in front of you and took your hand in his, looking into your eyes. “I knew there was something about you.” He paused for a moment. “But seriously, do you need to go to the hospital?”

***

It had been approximately an hour. Steve got you some Tylenol and a Cherry Coke and made sure you were comfortable on the couch. Dustin looked like it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to not ask you a billion questions, and Eddie hadn’t left your side for a single second. Robin, meanwhile, was informing the rest of their friend group as to what had happened, and developing a more permanent plan for you.

“When are you from?” Dustin finally cracked, curiosity glinting in his eyes. He had a notebook on hand.

“Dustin, please.” Steve said, exasperated.

“It’s okay.” You told him, chuckling softly. Steve and Eddie both waited for your answer as well, more than curious, due to your connection to them. “I’m from 2022.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped and Steve’s eyes widened. “That’s uh…” Eddie started to do the math in his head, but stopped when he realized what a large number it was. He whistled. “That’s a while from now.”

Steve made an awkward face. “Yeah, you could say that again.”

“How long have you two had your marks?” You asked both of them, looking from one to the other.

Steve chuckled to himself. “It’s only been a few months since we figured out we were each other’s soulmates. But we’d never even heard your name before, (Y/N).”

“Been looking for you ever since, though.” Eddie amended quickly. “To no avail, for obvious reasons.”

You looked down at his shirt. “Is that an X-Men reference?”

“Is what—” He looked down and then smiled. “Yeah, it is. I, uh, named my DnD club after the Hellfire Club.”

“Oh my god, you’re a vintage DnD nerd.” You said excitedly. “What class are you?”

He smirked confidently. “I’m the DM.”

“Holy shit.” You smiled. “That’s hot.”

Eddie was absolutely glowing at this compliment. “Glad you think so, sweetheart.”

“It’s like they’re speaking another language.” Steve chuckled to himself.

“See, Harrington, I told you, you need to start coming to Hellfire.” Dustin said, grinning.

“Should have known my other soulmate would be a nerd, too.”

Eddie smirked and gave Steve a little nudge. “You love it.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah, I do.”

“Harrington here was cool in high school.” Eddie informed you. “King Steve. Got invited to parties and shit.”

You smiled and looked at him, taking in this new information. “That checks out.”

“He’s also a badass. He fights monsters on occasion. Saved my life a bunch.”

“Well damn.” You tilted your head, looking at him. “I can see it.”

“Eddie, babe, you’re gonna blow up my ego.” Steve laughed. He chuckled to himself about the whole thing. “How are you doing, by the way? You know, with all of this.” Steve motioned to the room around you.

You smiled softly. “I’m okay. You guys are making it a lot easier, that’s for sure.”

“Good. Good. I’m glad.” He nodded, a bit relieved.

Robin came down the stairs a few minutes later with a basket of clothes. “Mrs. Byers gave us some of her clothes, too. She said (Y/N) can stay with her if she wants to.”

“Aww, that’s nice of her.” Dustin said, smiling.

“We can take her back to our place, too.” Steve offered, looking at Eddie, who nodded. And then he looked to you. “You know, if you want to of course. We don’t want to rush you or anything.”

“It’s totally up to you.” Eddie tacked on. “No pressure.”

Their chemistry was adorable, you decided. You wondered how long they’d known each other before the universe decided to tell them they were actually meant to spend the rest of their lives together. Maybe you’d get to ask them soon.

“I’d love to stay with you two.” You told them.

“Cool. Awesome. Um, do you think you can walk?” Steve asked, looking you over. You seemed to be doing a lot better than when they first saw you, but given the circumstances, he couldn’t be sure.

“I might need a little help,” you admitted. Despite your best efforts, you were still trembling and your legs felt like Jell-O. Luckily, you had not one, but two soulmates more than ready to assist you.

“No worries.” Steve said, kneeling in front of you. He waited for your approval, and when you nodded, he slipped an arm under your knees, the other wrapping around your back for support. “I’ve got you.”

He lifted you with ease, carrying you up the stairs with Eddie following the two of you closely, your can of Cherry Coke in his hand and his car keys in the other.

“You’re strong.” You said, your arm loosely hanging around Steve’s shoulders for more support.

He blushed. “Well who do you think carried you in here, princess?”

“I think I now have the answer to that question.” You chuckled, very aware of just how close his face was to yours. God, it was true what they said about soulmates. The attraction was…immediate.

Eddie unlocked the car, opened your door, and climbed into the driver’s seat while Steve gently set you in the passenger seat, buckling you in. Steve then climbed into the back seat.

Unlike usual, Eddie didn’t peel out of the driveway at a neck-breaking speed. Instead, he backed out slowly and drove like you were made of glass and he was afraid at every turn that you would shatter. Or puke in his van, one of the two.

“Uh, what kind of music do you like?” Eddie asked, changing the radio to something a little more mainstream than his usual tastes.

“All sorts of stuff. In terms of stuff you would know, um…ABBA and Elton John and Queen…”

“Solid choices.” Steve said. “Is their music still popular then?”

“Elton John just had a musical made about his life, Queen got a Biopic called Bohemian Rhapsody, and ABBA’s music spurned not one, but two jukebox musical movies. So yeah, still pretty popular.”

“And the rock and metal and stuff?” Eddie asked.

“It still has a cult following. Tons of super dedicated fans, but it’s not super mainstream.”

Eddie grinned. “Okay, cool.”

The ride to Eddie and Steve’s new townhouse wasn’t super long. It wasn’t a huge place, but it was the perfect size for two—now three—people. Once Eddie parked, you opened the passenger door and swiveled so your legs were facing the opening. Steve got out quickly and stood right there, ready to catch you.

“I want to try to walk.” You said, sliding out of the seat and letting your feet touch the pavement. Steve’s arm hovered loosely around your waist, ready to catch you if this wasn’t such a good idea yet.

Somehow, though, you got up the steps and through the front door without too much trouble. Eddie went ahead and turned all the lights on, as the sun was nearing setting. You took in the surroundings. There wasn’t a ton of furniture, but that was the norm for college-age guys anyway. There were a couple posters on the walls, and you noticed a picture of Steve and Eddie together, Eddie wearing a graduation gown and grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Cute.

“Make yourself at home, sweetheart.” Eddie told you, his gaze soft and comforting.

And even though you hadn’t been there long at all, it was already beginning to feel like that word was accurate. Home.

“We, uh, have a VCR if you want to watch any movies.” Steve told you, motioning to the machine under the TV.

“You guys have Back to the Future?” You chuckled. “I feel like that one would be fitting, all things considered. Plus, it’s one of my favorite movies.”

“You’re into the oldies, huh?” Eddie teased, the concept of his present being your kind of distant past still weirding him out.

You thought about making some comment about them being the oldies, but decided against it. Probably too soon for that kind of thing. “Yeah, good thing, too.”

“Well, we do have a copy of it. I work at Family Video and—” Steve said, watching the face you made when he said it. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…That is a very vintage sentence.”

His eyes widened with something akin to panic. “What happens to Family Video?”

“They close. All of them. It’s tragic, really. Most media is just digital in the future. Physical media is almost dead.”

“Damn.” Steve shook his head, thinking about it very deeply. “Well, I’ve got about 36 years to get that figured out, huh.”

“We’ll find you a new job by then, babe.” Eddie patted Steve’s shoulder, comfortingly. “That, or my band will be big enough by then that I can just spoil both of you rotten.”

You settled into the couch, and the boys followed after pretty soon after, once Steve put Back to the Future in.

***

The movie ended and you were tired despite taking quite the nap before. Something about time travel just wiped you out. Steve and Eddie could both tell you’d probably be going to sleep pretty soon.

“Hey, so uh, we don’t have a guest room. Um…I’ll totally sleep on the floor out here and Eddie can take the couch and you can have our bed.” Steve explained, sounding a bit nervous.

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor and the couch.” You shook your head. “If you want, um…I’d be okay with…sharing the bed with you guys. I mean, if it’s big enough. And if you want me to. If not, I can totally take the couch—”

“You are not sleeping on the couch after everything you’ve been through today, princess.” Eddie put his foot down. “I’m fine with you sleeping with us. I’m sure Steve is too. Not…not like that of course, just—”

“I get it.” You chuckled.

“Cool. Great. I’ll go get everything ready up there, alright?” Steve said, jabbing a thumb back towards the stairs.

You nodded. Eddie handed you the basket of clothes the girls had rounded up for you so you could find some pajamas in it. It looked like Joyce had gone out to get you some other basics, too. Underwear and socks and a toothbrush and stuff.

You found something suitable pretty quickly. “Um, Eddie, where’s your bathroom?”

“Right this way, milady.” Eddie helped you off of the couch and led you to the bathroom upstairs, where all of their toiletries were. Yep. This was definitely a boys’ bathroom. “Sorry it’s a mess in there. We weren’t expecting a beautiful guest such as yourself. We’ll clean it up, though.”

“It’s fine Eddie, thank you.”

“Yeah, no prob. Um…I’ll wait out here and listen in case you fall, okay?”

You grinned. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”

“Well, yeah, but I can’t have you hitting your pretty little head, now can I? Harrington would kill me.”

“Why would I kill you, Munson?” Steve asked, leaning against the doorway.

“If I left her alone and she hit her head in the bathroom.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah definitely.” Steve agreed, his arms crossed and a playful smile on his face. “We’ll be right here. No rush, though. Take your time.”

You did just that, taking a good long moment to change into pajamas, brush your teeth, and rinse your face with some cold water. But even when you did that and looked in the mirror, you were still in the ‘80s. Huh. Weird.

You shrugged and walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Steve and Eddie were on the bed in their pajamas, talking kind of quickly about, you presumed, the crazy new shake-up in their lives. Eddie noticed you and stared, silencing Steve immediately.

“Oh, babe, hey, what side of the bed do you want?” Steve asked and then hesitated. “Wait, should I not call you babe yet? Is it too soon?”

“You can call me whatever you want.” You assured him, laughing. “And, uh…can I sleep in the middle?”

Eddie and Steve both said “Yes.” At the same time.

“Cool.” You chuckled and crawled up the center of the bed, getting under the covers while the other two got in beside you. It was a little awkward, none of you knowing exactly what to say or do, and none of you wanting to be the first to do so.

Steve turned out the light and the three of you laid there on your backs, completely straight in their dark bedroom.

“You guys can touch me, you know.”

“Oh okay cool.” Eddie replied, turning a bit to face you. He took your hand gently in his own and reached up to your face with his other one, pushing the hairs out of your eyes. “I think I speak for both of us when I say I am so stoked you’re here. And I know it can be hard being in a new environment like this, but if you need anything, you’ve got both of us, alright?”

“Thank you.” You whispered, nodding, your voice caught in your throat a bit due to his proximity, his warmth, and that sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you like you were made of pure magic.

“What he said.” Steve scooted a bit closer, an arm carefully settling around your waist. “We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be right here in the morning and…we’re all gonna get this stuff figured out. I promise.”

You nodded against him, your free hand resting on his. “Can I…kiss you guys goodnight?”

Instead of replying, Eddie leaned forward slowly, capturing your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. And then he kissed your nose for good measure. “Goodnight, princess.” Eddie smirked before passing you off to Steve. Steve’s kiss was a little firmer, a little more confident, but still very sweet.

“Get some rest, babe.” Steve told you, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before the three of you called it a night.

Part 2

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x reader x eddie #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #stranger things #soulmate au

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MDNI || 18+ MATURE CONTENT BELOW

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— description: you give deku his first blowjob.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— a/n: this is extremely self-indulgent tbh. i wrote this a while back but i finally decided the world should see it lmao. deku, king, you deserve the universe.

he can’t concentrate. can’t control the rapid heart beats that he swears he can feel from the back of his throat.

“y-you don’t have to, really! it might be a bit gross and i don’t want to pressure you or anything.” he’s a stuttering mess, unable to look directly into your sweet, wide eyes.

“izu-“ you say in a soft voice, he can feel your breath directly on his neck, making his body twitch at the contact.

“please, let me make you feel good, baby” you sounded so sweet, so sincere, making poor izuku flush and his cock twitch in his boxers. he doesn’t have time to properly respond though. the feeling of your lips giving his chest and stomach open mouth kisses sends his brain into over drive, his shaky breath becoming a soft moan.

he looks down at you, seeing the way your hand rubs up and down his thighs, the way you give small kisses right on his waist. he’s never felt this before; he’s never seen you look so seductive. It makes him moan your name so sweetly.

“baby, please- ngh” his eyes are half lidded, mouth open with the anticipation of your next move. he looks so heavenly, like an angel. you can’t get enough of his expressions.

what would happen if you just-

you give a long lick right on his clothed cock that pokes so deliciously from his boxers. he shudders and moans.

“oh my nghh, please baby i wanna feel your mouth on me” he cries out as you continue to give little kisses on his covered length. how could you say no, especially with the way he begs so beautifully for you.

your hand finally releases his cock from the boxers, sliding them down slowly. he feels extremely embarrassed for a moment, flushing red to the tip of his ears in excitement and nervousness, wondering if it’s good enough for you.

the moment he sees the awe in your eyes; the way you bite your lip and let out a little whine of want, he swears he feels his cock harden just a bit more.

his tip flushed red, his balls just waiting to be fondled. god, you wanted him so bad.

you copy your previous actions from before and give a long lick, from his balls all the way to his pretty red tip. the reaction is quick. the reaction makes you even more wet.

his head flys back on the pillows. a loud and desperate “baby- fuck” escapes his lips with absolute pleasure.

he tastes so good. his moans are a beautiful melody to your ears. however, his expressions are your favorite part

the way he cries out as your tongue swirls his tip, the way his fingers grip your hair softly. and when you finally open your mouth to take all of him in, he can’t help but be absolutely LOUD.

“f-fuck yes, baby! oh my god! yes yes it f-feels so good so good god- I- ha, thank you baby, shiiiit” you bob your mouth on his pretty cock, making sure to look closely at his sinful expressions.

you moan around him with want, and the vibration of your voice causes a choked groan and his hips to thrust up. he’s gorgeous, and once you both make eye contact, you decide that you’d spend the rest of your life between this man’s legs if you could.

“god, izuku, you look so fucking good, baby.. you wanna cum for me, huh?” you say a little dazed, kissing up his pretty shaft while your hand fondles his balls. his head flattens the pillow as more loud moans pour out of his lips.

“y-es, babyyy. im gonna cum s-so fucking hard for you. all in your mouth so you can swallow it all. yes, yes, yesss. shhiiit right there, fuck i-” he picks his head up to the view of your tongue lapping at his pre-cum on the tip as both of your hands work magic on his sensitive cock. his eyebrows furrowed, and eyes water, as he feels the pleasure in the pits of his soul; a wave that’s ready to crash and spiral out of control.

“yeah, gonna swallow all your cum and make you feel so fucking good since you’re such a good boy.” you begin to bob your head on his cock at a faster pace. with that, his voice gets louder as the tears pooling in his eyes begin to fall. it’s too much for him, especially for his first time, you think. but, regardless, you want to see it.

you want to see the way he pants as drool begins to escape his swollen lips, the way he grips the sheets beneath him harder, the way the light layer of sweat on his forehead causes his hair to stick, the way his pupils dilate and eyes roll back, the way his cheeks bloom into a beautiful shade of red as he struggles to form coherent sentences, the way his legs begin to shake as he approaches his end.

you want to see it all

“i’m a good boy, i’m a good boy only for you, babyyy- nghhhh gnna cu- I’m gonna cum f-fuck, fuck fuck, (y/n) please!” izuku sobs, thrusting his hips up to your mouth. you finally get to a point where you take his heavy cock all the way in, as his tip hit the back of your throat. you eyes begin to water watching him cry out your name, unable to control his volume.

“i- oh my goddd- can I c-cum in your mouth, can I really?” he chokes out, feeling his heart beat from his ears and the heat rising to the point of no return. with that you decide to give one last long lick, from his puckering little asshole, to his swollen balls, all the way to his thick, throbbing length, and finally his tip, where you hollow your cheeks and gently suck and lap at.

the moment he begins to yell out in pleasure, and his body begins shake excessively, you knew it was game over. his back arches dramatically, as he cums so hard he has no choice but to sob and grip your hair so your mouth practically swallows his cum and cock whole. he can feel his hearing become muffled and vision blur, as he continues to cum so much he faintly makes out the sound of you slightly choking on it.

nevertheless, you swallow every little drop, enjoying the sweet taste of his release and the image of the scene in front of you.

you’ll make sure to remember the way he unfolds forever.

after a minute, izuku finally calms down as the sound of heavy breathing fills the air instead. you notice his lidded eyes and the small twitches his body makes post-release, and it’s brings a smile to your face .

“you okay, izuku?” you ask, running your thumb softly on his hip. you give him a few more moments to catch his breath, and finally he looks at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen.

“please, kiss me.” he whispers, taking your hand in order to bring you closer to his flushed face.

how could you deny such a request.

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a bet and a promise; jcm

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x fratboy!q 🖱️⤻ word count; 6.2k 🖱️⤻ genre; smut 🖱️⤻ synopsis; your friends have a serious gambling problem and they've created a betting system so punishing that you have no choice but to play along. unbeknownst to them, they've just forced you to interact with someone you've been trying to avoid 🖱️⤻ warnings; q is a fuckboy, dubcon (q pushes mc's head back down when you try to come up but mc is okay with it), dom!q, sub!reader, reader is slightly bratty, piv, pet name (bunny), brief fingering, blowjob, brief face fucking, breast play, cowgirl then missionary, q can be casually cruel, reader is also slightly a pushover

⌨️⤻ I love asshole the boyz idk about you. Also I love how dramatic mc is in this lmao.

Your friends take good care of you. They’re perceptive and protective so there’s no getting away with hiding that you’re hurt about something. You’re thankful for them. Here’s the thing, your friends also love a good bet.

“Missy… you’re up!” Kim Jimin delivers a swift pat to your back that makes you jolt forward. You’re completely lost, and looking around at the circle of girls does nothing to help. “Up?”

“I bet fifty bucks you won’t go up to Ju Haknyeon and do aegyo.” She leans forward with a sinister smile. And so the game begins. You’re somewhat new to the group, so they agreed to spare you for now. Turns out “for now” is over.

You cautiously glance over at Haknyeon and his frat buddies. They’re a rowdy bunch, raising their red solo cups as they engage in loud conversation. They’d ridicule you until you ran home crying for sure.

“Come on, be serious.” Lee Soojin elbows Jimin, making her perk up. “What? It’s been long enough.” You let out an exhale of relief. Of course Soojin would step in, the logical and caring person she is.

“No, not that. Ju Haknyeon is easy.” Soojin scoffs.

Her words nearly cause you to crumble to the floor. They were going to kill you tonight. This was your first bet for god sake.

“That is not true! He would laugh right in her face.”

“You guys are so cruel.” You whine and they immediately ignore you. “Yeah, but you know who’ll be way better?” Soojin leans in but her eyes are focused on the rowdy boys. “Ji Changmin.”

You feel as though your heart had fallen out of your ass and splattered onto the waxed wooden floors.

“Hey…” Park Soeun finally adds more to the conversation than reactionary noises. She gives you a quick look to check how you were fairing. You were staring at nothing with your mouth lolled open like your face had gone numb. She winces before looking to Soojin and Jimin. “What about Lee Jaehyun? That would be fun right?”

Jimin and Soojin ponder for a moment. “I can see him snickering and going “what the hell?” which could be fun.” Soojin considers. They’re all so casual about sending you to potential social suicide.

“But that’s not as good as Changmin. That would be stellar.” Both girls exchange a look that communicates how golden this bet is. Soeun sighs beside you, giving you a comforting rub on your back but nothing could soothe the imprint Jimin’s hand left.

“I wanna spice it up though. I bet one hundred dollars she will go through with it.” Soojin raises her eyebrows and is met with a surprised sound from Jimin. “Now we’re talking. But you do know if you lose you’re in the trenches with her?”

“I’m confident on this one.”

“You guys have a serious gambling problem!” You finally pipe up after shaking your initial shock

“Shaddup.” Jimin pushes you out of the comfort of the circle. The outside world is so cold, full of unfamiliar faces and opportunities for awkward conversation. But most of all, facing Changmin again. As you inch slowly toward the group you see his figure on the opposite side of their circle. A lollipop stick hangs loosely from his lips, a flash of orange pops through when he adjusts his tongue.

He had a lollipop on that chilly night, too. The last Saturday of October and the last time you were at a party. You’re convinced he scared you from them for good. You didn’t like them in general, but you fought through your introversion for your friends. It took a lot of begging and offerings to get you to this one. You kept asking why they couldn’t just go without you but now it’s very obvious. Parties are the perfect place for painful bets. The more painful the bet, the more likely the bet maker will get paid.

Bets were not the reason you ran into Changmin. Poor Jungeun was the victim that night. You were looking for a bottle of liquor she requested to get her through her dare. The kitchen was completely empty making you wonder if the closed floor plan made it more discreet. It was dark but you used your flashlight to look amongst the bottles for the one she requested.

All you heard were loud voices approaching before bodies started bumping against you. The kitchen was at full capacity in no time and people had the nerve to cram in even more. As if they couldn’t tell there were already too many people there. You cradled the bottle in your hand and wondered how the hell you were going to get out. People were pushing themselves flush against you without a care in the world.

An elbow flying way too close to your eye socket made you throw all caution to the wind and start pushing people. They couldn’t see anyway, and you were politely mumbling “excuse me’s” on your way out. You used counters bordering the kitchen to map your escape when you run headfirst into somebody. Already annoyed by how reckless people were being you groan loudly to clearly communicate your irritation. Why hasn’t someone turned the lights on by now?

“Someone’s having a bad time.”

For a second you didn’t recognize the voice of the man you ogle at for an entire lecture. The same man you’ve dedicated pages and pages of your diary to. “No, but it’d be nice if people used their brains for one second.” The moment you stop speaking a blinding light was being shone on your face.

“You couldn’t be talking about me, right sweetheart?”

The light inhibited your vision but the sound of his smooth-tongued affect was enough for you to identify him. Your brain filled in the blanks of his crooked grin and gaze with a hint of condescension. Everything about him should turn you off but there's just something about him.

Your attempt at sentences is cut short when the lights finally come on, long after you actually wanted them to. Now Changmin can take in your pathetic body language in all its glory. He just scoffs, as if in disbelief at who had gotten smart with him. “Are you always this rude to strangers?”

“I– I w– um…” You were downright panicking and it sent your brain into overdrive. Coming up with a response was hard when all you could focus on was how warm he felt pressed against you. The firm plane of his chest had no choice but to be in direct contact with your arms cradling the liquor. A person behind you knocks you even closer so your faces are nearly touching.

“You really hurt my feelings,” Changmin feigns emotional turmoil before dropping it almost immediately. “you should give me that alcohol as a repayment.”

“No, I’m giving this to my friend.” There they were, your first coherent words to Ji Changmin, the man of your fucking dreams. Well, not really, your first sentence was even worse.

“You just keep wounding me, princess.” He pops his lollipop from his mouth before sliding a finger under your chin to lift your face. “How are you gonna make up for it?” His lips coasted along yours making your brain completely useless. Your heart was beating so fast that you considered going to the hospital. The two of you being so close to kissing did a lot of things to you and none of them were good.

You imagined meeting Ji Changmin in the kitchen of a house party time and time again like they do in movies. You both would complain about how parties suck and you’d be uncharacteristically smooth until he throws you over his shoulder and takes you into a vacant bedroom. This was nothing like you imagined. It was humiliating and he was reveling in it. You knew he was an asshole but you were too naive to think he’d do anything to upset you.

“I-I gotta get this to her-”

“At least promise you’ll make up for how rude you were.” He pouts and you feel your ears start burning hot.

You barely escaped with your dignity but you finally managed to get out of that hot, sweaty hell hole. You promised him, of course, but only because you prepared to avoid him like the plague. He probably laughed about you and your stupid shocked face with his friends.

You take your time getting close to him because the minute you’re face to face it would confirm whether or not he sees you as some big joke. Chickening out on the bet was not an option because not only would you have to fork up your meager paychecks, but it’ll also be your turn again and again until you properly follow through with one. They’re going to know if you don’t actually walk up to him. They can see on either side of their huddle. The only blindspot was right in front of Changmin. And what were you gonna do, just awkwardly stand in front of him and hope he doesn’t say anything?

Every option felt like pure torture. He and his friends already think you’re pathetic. They’d probably be so confused, thinking you officially lost it. You physically cringe as you imagine going through with this. You were getting embarrassed regardless, but there was no way in hell you were doing aegyo.

Since they couldn’t see you, they were going to go up and ask Changmin if you actually did it, so there was only one solution. You plant yourself in front of him with a huff, gathering the tiny bit of courage in your body to look at him.

He chuckles as he takes you in, leading everyone else in the huddle to look at you. “Looking extra sexy tonight baby.” Sangyeon whistles and you break eye contact. Before he can even say anything to make you give up you rush out your request.

“My friends are making me do aegyo in front of you for a bet and I refuse to do so so could you just tell them I did when they ask you okay thank you bye-”

A chorus of wary woah’s make it hard to leave but you still try, your suddenly stiff legs stepping away from the group. They’re causing commotion so that’s good, makes it look like you did what you were dared to.

“Why should I.” Changmin raises his voice over the commotion and actually makes you stop. Shit, that was your one out and you never considered he would reject you. Of course he would. You’re a nobody trying to order him around. You turn back, your tail between your legs as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“It’s just a stupid bet, I know you don’t care anyway.” You try to appeal to his nonchalant image but he immediately shoots it down. “No, I meant why should I help you when you didn’t follow through on our promise.” He ends his questions like a statement and you can’t help but think you’re not supposed to answer. He’s just pointing things out, he doesn’t want to hear your excuses.

“I-I’m sorry, I got really busy and I just never saw you again.” Your tone is unconvincing but it might just work. He probably never noticed you before you met in the kitchen. “Ah,” Changmin steps toward you, away from the huddle where everyone can see. “So you’ve been too busy to come find me?” He coos as he brushes your hair out of your face. You flinch away subconsciously but he doesn’t retract his hand, something you’re quietly grateful for. As his eyes rake over your features you can’t help but block out the noise in this intimate little moment. He’s fucking with you, you’d have to be an idiot not to see, but you can’t help your breath being taken away as his fingers coast across your jaw.

“But you still manage to stare at me for the entire duration of our class together. Kinda like you’re doing now.” His more assertive words shatter the illusion you just made for yourself, letting all the noise break through and overwhelm you as you grapple with your mortification. Blood can’t even rush to your face, you’re way past acute embarrassment. The feeling of everyone looking at you and every laugh possibly being directed at you makes it difficult to do anything other than look around, rooted in your spot. “Let’s revisit the promise, shall we?”

You’re back to looking at Changmin and his raised brows but you can’t focus. You run out of the frat house and suck in the fresh air. You plant your hands on your knees as you huff, laughing derisively. You were stupid if you thought you’d be able to avoid him forever. And you were even more stupid if you thought you could convince him to go along with your plan. Why you were the ultimate dumbass? You thought that maybe Changmin would’ve been courteous to you. Maybe he didn’t tell his friends and laugh at your expense. Clearly you’re just a desperate joke to him. Well, there goes another crush.

“Hey, need a ride.” Changmin jogs out beside you, smiling to illustrate just how guiltless he was. He had discarded his lollipop at some point, but the orange stain on his tongue remained. You stand up straight, attempting to fix him with a serious look but your self-pity seeps through.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about this.” You raise your arms in confusion before letting them fall back to your sides. “Your friends aren’t here right now, so you don’t have to talk to me anymore.”

"It’s not about them. What's funny is how hard you're trying to hide that you wanna fuck me."

Now you feel the blood rushing to your face as you gasp. “No, I- it’s not funny, Changmin.” You insist, but you can’t quite get the bite you desperately need.

“I'm serious.” Changmin steps in front of you and keeps you from leaving with a complicated expression that you try to unravel. “You at least wanna kiss me. I don't understand why you're holding back, just do it." He steps forward as if to egg you on. You open your mouth to protest, but you can’t tear your eyes away from his lips as if you’re insane enough to consider it. Is this why he fucks with you? Because he’s waiting for you to act on your urges? Or he thinks that if he picks at you enough you’ll jump him out of pure frustration. Your heart kicks at your ribcage, alerting you to how much it’s working.

Changmin pushes in only an inch closer until you have nowhere to look but his sultry gaze. You gasp silently, feeling arousal take root and blur your reasons for apprehension. The two of you seem to magnetize, slowly drawing nearer until you only slightly feel his lips. Your heart leaps and your brain screams at you to just devour him already.

“Go Changmin!” His huddle had traveled outside in search of him, hooting and hollering at what they see. You snap away, ducking your head and covering your lips as if it’ll conceal anything. Jimin is the first of your friends to push through the huddle before they’re all speed walking toward you. “Hi Changmin! Can we talk to our girl?” Jimin says in a high voice that’s very unlike her. She and the rest of your friends seem to be brimming with anxious energy as they look at either of you.

“Sure.” Changmin smiles before directing a pointed look at you, and you know it’s about that damn promise. Once he’s reunited with his group they crowd around you. You back away, “What is up with you guys?”

“We know you didn’t do the dare.” Jimin starts with her usual tone, bar a little anxiety peeking through. You sigh, wilting as you await their celebration. “Yeah, yeah whatever how much do I owe?”

“We’re gonna drop it.”

Your eyes snap open before you look at Jimin warily. “Why?”

“In the strangest turn of events, you seem very friendly with Changmin now and I just feel like that’s enough turbulence to last you a year.”

–🖱️▷

Your mom might have been right about you being a sexual degenerate. All you did today was masturbate at the thought of Changmin and debate following through on your promise. Everything and one is screaming at you to leave him alone. Your friends even apologized for making you interact with him once they found out about your crush and avoidance of him. With no bet or anything pressuring you to face him again, you should be saying good riddance.

“At least promise you’ll make up for how rude you were.” He pouts and you feel your ears start burning hot. You’re not even sure what that means and his body against you isn’t helping you think straight.

“O-okay? I will…” You don’t know what you agreed to but it was fine. You already decided you’d never speak to him again. He looks down at you like he’s unimpressed with your answer. “You will what?”

“I’ll… make up for it?” You drop your confusion with a frustrated sigh.

“How about this, if I can’t have this bottle, maybe you can get me a different drink.” He stops to pull his lollipop from his mouth. He moves it to yours, tapping it against your bottom lip. You focus on the deep brown of his irises as you wordlessly poke out your tongue and scoop it into your mouth. “At your place. Promise?”

It was bad, really bad. You forgot where you were, sucking on the ball of candy he just had in his mouth while your mind went to downright deplorable places. But the bliss was oh so sweet. Drowning in his eyes while your stomach dissolved into a pit of lava. You craved that feeling again, and you need to feel more than a whisper of his lips.

He wrote his number on your hand and you let him. Mostly because you were transfixed with how he held the cap of the marker in his teeth. Of course he kept a marker to write down his number in his pocket, because that’s who you were dealing with. This is the same man that made Hyunjin cut her hair off and cry during your morning lecture after he broke things off. Thinking about his effect on you makes tears and a pixie cut seem worth it. Just a little taste, that’s all.

You pull up his contact where his number resided for “safekeeping” and open a new conversation.

___: I wanna make good on my promise

You chew on your lip, plopping on your couch but keeping your eyes trained on the screen. Milliseconds felt like years as you waited for a response. Your body was already getting excited at the idea of seeing him again. And feeling him in ways you had to stop your mind from wandering to during class.

Changmin: good ;) I’m free in about 20 mins, is that too soon?

In a last ditch effort to preserve your dignity, you wait, ignoring your core screaming at you to hurry the fuck up. This man could very well ruin your life, the least you could do is make yourself seem less keen. You’re proud of yourself for making him wait this long in the first place.

___: nope, I wanna prove I’m not a promise breaker

Changmin: of course you aren’t

Changmin: that would make you bad news

Maybe you are with the things you’re fantasizing about. A few more texts exchange flirts and your address before your promise is finally fulfilled. Well, not yet. He still has to get here. If milliseconds felt like years, the minutes it took him to get here felt like they were aging you substantially. Technology is advancing, generations are passing, and are those flying cars whizzing by? But it happened, there was a knock at your door.

Pulling your door open revealed a smirk you should be used to but aren’t. You can’t push past your brain fog of seeing his dark hair hang over his brows to make a coherent sentence. His eyes are already drinking you in and it’s too much to handle. You’re a bit thankful that he lets himself in, closing the door behind him.

“I-I, you… there’s alcohol in the kitchen, I’ll get it.” You motion disinterestedly behind you, still in a daze while you stare at his torso wrapped in a tight black t-shirt.

“No,” he says almost under his breath, pulling you closer by your raised arm before grabbing your face. Your body goes limp as he brushes his bottom lip against yours before capturing it in a short kiss. You lean in for more, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pushing him into the door. His hands slide down your back before squeezing your ass through your jeans. Changmin drinks the moan you let out, tongue delving inside your mouth.

Never had you felt as slutty as you do now, rutting against his crotch in search of friction. He lifts one of his hands to tug on your hair and you open your mouth wider. Your tongues swirl around each other in a lewd display of how turned on you both are. “wasn’t the drink I had in mind.” He mumbles with a smirk, punctuated with isolated pecks before devouring you once more.

Your hands find their way to his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans before dragging his zipper open. You sink your hand into them, cupping his hot bulge and squeezing which makes him groan. He bites your lip and mirrors your actions. His hand ends up inside your underwear, feeling the embarrassing mess you left behind. “Fuck, were you touching yourself?”

You nod, trying to dive back into his lips but he pulls away. “Thinking of me?” You bite your lip, nervously peaking through your lashes before nodding again. He chuckles before kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally leaving a peck on your lips. The flutter of your heart is undercut by his hand suddenly closing around your throat. “You should’ve waited.” He says so low it’s almost inaudible.

Strangled noises wiggle their way out but you don’t get to form a syllable before he’s resuming your heated kiss. His fingers push past your swollen lips and spread you wider with a slight ache. His fingers are a little thicker than yours and you didn’t use your dildo tonight. He takes care of that, scissoring you open while he sucks on your tongue. You’ve never moaned so unabashedly before but he brings it out of you with such ease.

“You made me wait for how long and you couldn’t even wait 20 minutes?” He waits for your response as he stares down at you as if his hand isn’t tightening around your throat. Telling him how long you were actually waiting would make you look better but back talk didn’t seem smart right now.

“‘m sorry.” You croak out before squeezing his bulge again.

“Feel nice?” You can’t tell what he’s referring to until he slips his hand from your pants and cups your hand over his bulge. You nod despite the restriction and he seems pleased. He licks your bottom lip, looking as if he wants to devour you whole. “Lead me to your room.”

He finally lets go of your throat and pulls your hand out of his pants to hold it. With your breathing irregular you guide him to the bedroom. Every resounding thud of your heart feels like it’ll send you to an early grave. You’ve never been so cock hungry in your life. He lets go of your hand and shuts the door behind the two of you. You watch as if in a trance as he takes off his jeans and underwear. He isn’t facing you so you don’t see his hard cock. You take the time to appreciate his ass though.

Cutting your ogling short, he turns around, and you watch him the entire time he walks over to your bed. He lies on it with his legs spread, so mouthwatering as his long cock stands at attention. He strokes it, fingers grazing over each vein when it should be yours.

“Since you love my dick so much, come play with it. I need to catch up anyway.” His lidded eyes rake up and down your frame, making you feel much barer than you are. You climb onto the bed, crawling up to what you crave most. He drops his hand away and you can hear him let out a soft noise just in anticipation of what you’ll do next.

Mimicking him moments before, you close your hand around his shaft, core clenching at the groan you’re rewarded with. Situated between his legs, you’re surrounded by his warmth while you pump his hot length. He bucks into your hand each time you drag your fist down. A bead of precum falls from his slit and rolls to the rim of his head. You lick it up, following the trail until your tonguing at his slit. He exhales shakily, watching you with knitted brows. As you press the tip of your tongue against it, saliva travels down and pools where your tongue and his hole meet.

Your pumping becomes more rigorous the more turned on you get from pleasuring him. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, the way he feels against your hand and tongue, or his reactions to you. His soft, rhythmic moans make your stomach flutter. You lift your tongue, watching the strings of your spit and his precum connect the two of you. Impassioned, You dive down and captured his tip in your mouth. He throws his head back as you suck and swirl your tongue.

You have to move your hand down to compensate for each inch you take in until you pull your hand away completely and feel him at the back of your throat. “You’re so nasty~” He muses about your passionate mouth you assume. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of paper flipping. Your eyes flit up to see your diary previously and stupidly set on your nightstand in one of his hands. He laughs when he catches you looking, pushing your head back down to choke on his cock when you try to shoot up.

He bucks into your throat as he keeps you down, face flush as he reads through the pages. “Here it says you want to fuck over and over until there’s so much cum between us that it fuses us together?” He laughs in disbelief. “That’s really disgusting, bunny.”

The mortification you feel merges with your overflowing lust until you can just sputter and moan in response. He lifts your head by your hair, allowing you to speak, but you just want his cock again.

“Anything to say? Wanna defend your ego?”

“I want you to cum down my throat.” You reply breathlessly. A thick layer of saliva coats your mouth, chin, and starts down your neck.

“That’s about what I expected from someone who’d write shit like this.” He tosses the diary back on the nightstand. “Your brain is rotted from all your lewd fantasies.” Instead of pushing your mouth back on his cock he pulls your body on top of his. “We’re all caught up now.” He gives you a few meager pecks that don’t satisfy you nearly enough.

You sit up and peel your shirt off your frame and he reaches to fondle your bare chest. Lifting from his lap, you pull off your sweatpants and underwear and toss them to the side. You use your shirt to wipe all the spit from your face and neck and it’s finally time. Though, his hands on your chest prevent you from leaning down and making out with him to your heart’s content.

“I wanna kiss you.” You whine, grinding your crotches together. His jaw quirks open, watching you with a twinkle of endearment in his eye.

“Will you whine and beg for it?”

“I will if you want me to.” It’s the fullest your voice has sounded since he walked through your door. So unabashed in declaring your obedience to him. Content with being under his spell.

“I love girls like you.” He whispers, still not letting up only squeezing the flesh of your breasts, keeping you in place.

“Please?” You gasp lightly as you rut against his dick.

“Again.” He demands so quietly that you barely hear it. You’re completely immersed in a bubble, feeling separate from everything else as you focus on him. “Please? Please.” You beg shakily, close to your breaking point.

“Sit on it, bunny.” He effectively rejects you and you huff, reaching below you to position his tip under your swollen lips. He flicks lightly at your stiffen buds, pushing them in with a salacious hum when you sink down on him. “Good bunny.”

You sink until you’re fully seated on him, wiggling your ass to contrast with your betrayed pout. You wait and wait, grinding on his cock in the meantime, but he just continues to fondle your tits and deny you his lips. You watch in awe as he moves his lips to your hardened nipples, suckling and licking them all while he watches you smugly. You’ve done nothing but be a good girl. “That’s not fair.” You whine, raising your hips and dropping them down to earn the very reaction you receive. His lips leave your nipple to moan then hiss, grabbing your hips and squeezing them.

“You mad at me?” He asks insincerely, clearly not caring about how he’s torturing you. When you huff he just starts flicking his tongue against your nipples again. You whine, giving up on your pursuit to focus on properly riding him. You bounce on his cock, earning whispered praises as he watches you with satisfaction in his eyes. “Atta girl, keep it up.”

Each drop of your hips sends him plunging so deep you can taste him. It borders on overwhelming but you can’t stop. It seems to have the same effect on him as he clenches his teeth and sinks his nails into your breasts. Focusing on teasing you was hard when your lips were all fat and swollen, encasing his cock in a soft paradise. You don’t see it coming when his hands slip from your breasts, falling forward until your chest to chest. You smile wistfully and brush your thumb over his lips. The slight annoyance on his face from giving in earlier than expected was extremely sexy. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, gasping when he grips your ass and starts slamming you over his cock.

His presumed plan was working so far, distracting you from getting your way until you finally close the space. Despite his annoyance, he kisses back eagerly, grinning when you can’t keep it up with his incessant pounding. You just rest your lips against his, breathing each other in as you moan helplessly. Something about your pitiful whimpering unleashes a feral side of him.

“Uh huh? Feel good getting your pussy plowed?” He growls, filling the room with the sound of his cock plunging deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt. The sound of your cunt suckling desperately to milk him for all he’s worth. He bites your lip and tugs at it before grabbing your jaw. “Want me to fill you up until I’m spilling out of your little hole? I can do that for you.” He laughs cruelly, your whines and pleading expression spraying the fire in his groin with gasoline. Your mouth drops open, noises muted as you clench ever tighter around him.

“Gonna cum, bunny?”

You nod incessantly, chasing after your high as if never else ever mattered more in the world.

“Don’t you fucking cum.”

You let out a panicked whimper, “Please??”

“Uh uh.” He shakes his head at you with a threatening glare. “You cum when I say so. You said you’ll do what I want you to. I want you to hold it.”

Hold it? You only heard about this in the filth you consume. It never worked when you actually tried it. You were on a one way train to disobedience and it worried you as much as it thrilled you. “I-I can’t! I can’t!”

“You better.” He delivers a punishing smack to your ass, making it much harder for you. You squirm against him, his arm anchoring you flush against his body. You had no choice but to be this close, to only focus on him and the viscous slam of his hips. The pressure builds fast, faster than your attempts to clear you brain and try not to be a brat. Oh, but being a brat was so tempting. What would a punishment entail? Changmin spanking you, overstimulating you, tying you up? All those sound like wet dreams you’ve had, swearing into your pillow when you woke up and realized it wasn’t real.

And just like that, your hand are clenching his biceps as your cunt spasms around him. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a ton of bricks and continuing to loom for longer than you could handle. Your body twitches against his, begging incoherently to be punished.

He flips you onto your back and you smile blissfully, hoping he’ll scold you, slap you. Maybe you liked it when he teased and tortured you. Even before he stepped in your house.

“What did you say? Punish you?” You go to nod but he grabs your cheeks, squishing them and forcing you to look at him. “You have a mouth. Use it.”

“Yes. Please.” You breathe. He scoffs. “You can’t help it. Just a desperate whore by nature, huh?” You shake your head and he coos sardonically. “Yeah, I know you can’t.” He delivers a swift slap to you pussy that has you gasping harshly and clamping your legs shut. “Oh, what? I thought you wanted to be punished? Open your fucking legs.” He doesn’t let you open them by yourself all the way, just shoving them open and slapping your mound again. You start to shut them but he glares at you. You whimper and spread them far, clenching your eyes shut. You can hear how full your channel is with your slick, and how saturated your lips are with each smack. The filthy noise bounces off the walls, filling you with even more embarrassment. You can’t turn and hide your head in your shoulder with his hand holding your head still. You just wince and whine, taking your punishment. It’s the least a brat can do.

Once your legs are shaking he places himself between them again, shoving just his tip into the entrance. “I’ll give you what you wanted now.” And with that he bottoms out with a swift slam of his hips, his dick twitching inside you when you squeak. He grabs both your legs and swings them over his shoulder, getting a good look at how each languid roll of his hips affects you. You’re a mess, mumbling and whining like an idiot for his cock. And he loves it. “Good fucking bunny.”

His hips thunder against yours, stuttering once pleasure starts to crawl up his legs like fractal branches of electricity. His eyes roll back, fingering curling into your flesh until his knuckles turn white. You’re even wetter than before, and he can feel you start to clench for dear life again. Getting this worked up to your pussy getting spanked? Changmin really loved girls like you.

“You love it. You love it when I fuck with you.” His voice cracks slightly, losing all control as his climax starts to sneak up on him. “Yes! Fuck– I love it so much!” Your voice is unstable from his thrusting and from the incoming orgasm shutting down your body. Your confession kicks his climax into high gear, his hips going static as he starts to fills your pussy. He drops your legs and pulls his cock out, spraying it over your folds and then on your lower belly. He moves closer to shoot the rest of his substantial load onto your tits and you hold them up for him.

When he finishes he looks down at you like a painter admiring his latest masterpiece. Maybe it was a little hasty to consider you a keeper, he should know better with how clingy girls get with him, but he couldn't help it. You look so joyous to be covered in his cum, smiling goofily with a hoarse chuckle.

"You're golden, sweetheart." He leans forward and plants a short kiss on your lips.

He was gone as fast as he arrived, but he remained ever present. You were officially chained to the man. Willing to do whatever would make him moan and cum for you like that again. It’s a shame because you really liked your hair.

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leggerefiore · 4 months

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So you hear about the lotion from Sephora that attracts wolf spiders because it has chemicals in it that are also the chemicals that are in the pheromones of horny female spiders? Yeah

........ lmao

cw: fluff, non-explicit references to sex, Galvantula Emmet

pairing: Emmet/Reader

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Emmet felt as if he was going insane. The Galvantula hybrid was quite acquainted with the smell of human pheromones from having lived with you for so long. There were associated scents that always told him it was you before even his eyes could see you. Now, however, something was off. Horribly so. Concerningly so. Your smell was not at all normal or something he would associate with humans.

It was not an unfamiliar scent. No, not at all, unfortunately. He knew it all too well, as it flooded Chargestone Cave around a certain time of the year. Yet, smelling it on a human was terrifying and attractive. You barely reacted when he came to hug you from behind, locking his arms tightly around you. Emmet carefully buried his face into your nape, desperately trying to see if he could smell more of the maddening scent, but it was not there.

Your hand came to pet his head while he let out a whine. He could smell the pheromones on you! He knew he could. Turning his attention to your arms, he could smell it strongly. Emmet blinked a few times. Your arms? Why your arms? Your attention had now completely shifted onto him from his strange behaviour.

“Emmy? Is something wrong?” you asked, “… It seems like you're… sniffing me?” He froze. Did you not know? The pheromones obviously indicated that you were horny. He recognised it from female Galvantulas! Blinking his six eyes, he tilted his head at you.

“Do you not want sex?” he replied with his own question, “Your scent is verrrry strange right now.” A mild look of offence crossed your face before you registered the first part. Sex? You were more than used to the usual proclivities of the Galvantula hybrid, but this was a first. Smelling horny? What in the world could that possibly mean?

“… Like, how so?” you decided to gather more information while trying to recall what you had done differently that could have caused this discrepancy to arise. That was, of course, if he was not just lying because he was the horny one here.

“You smell like a female Galvantula's web,” Emmet explanation bluntly. Somehow, you still were not sure if that was an insult or not. An urge entered your mind to smell one of his webs later, but for now, you had to push it aside. Had you accidentally got into one? You could not recall getting yourself tangled in anger webs at all. Your mind pulled a few things into mind that could possibly be a culprit.

“Is there anywhere it smells particularly strong at?” you sighed as you essentially gave free-range for Emmet to sniff you down. He seemed to instantly take you up on the offer as he quickly went all over your body. His face scrunched up as he considered it carefully. This entire experience was getting up there for weird situations with your spider boyfriend.

“Your arms and legs,” he nodded, “Mostly there. Maybe on your stomach?” You stopped him from pulling up your shirt. Considering the locations, you tried to think of what it could be. Then, you recalled a recent gift from a certain blonde model. Could it have been your lotion? You quickly rushed away to your bedroom and pulled out the item.

“Smell this,” you held it out to him after you returned. Emmet tilted his head once more but obliged. His eyes went wide the second the scent hit his nose. More bewilderment filled the room.

“It smells like a female Galvantula web, yep,” he nodded again. You were confused now, too. Who made a lotion with that smell? To you, it just smelled slightly herbal with the sting of something like spice underneath it. You opted not to reply as you pulled out your phone and began typing rapidly to find much needed answers. A few others online had given the lotion a one-star review, claiming it attracted Galvantulas, Ariados, Spidops, and even Araquanid. Seeing many articles online about the supposed effects, you felt mortified. There was no way Elesa had not seen these.

“... Elesa gave me horny female spiders lotion to mess with us,” you stated plainly. Emmet almost instantly let out a laugh. You sent a text to her simply asking why, as Emmet scuttled away to his web to try to regain himself.

The only reply you got from Elesa was a smiling emoji with hearts surrounding it.

(Emmet later asked if the lotion could only be involved during sex, as he did not want other arachnids interested in you. You just stared at him.)

#pokemon x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #emmet/reader #pokemon/reader #alternate version of this fic where emmet just Goes In

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markantonys · 2 months

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Someone on Twitter:

"Have we even had a scene showcasing Rand's potential/ power? Neither the Eye of the World nor the "battle“ with Ishamael felt like Rand's accomplishments I think."

I'm tired. 1. The Eye absolutely counts. 2. Okay I was underwhelmed with the Ishy battle I wanted it to be more flashy cause that was supposed to be his declaring himself Dragon moment and that definitely didn't land for me because of that. 3. Did Turak and his soldiers not count? That was brutal and efficient and definitely shows his potential imo. Rand doesn't even reach the same power levels that he does at the Eye bookwise til at least Knife of Dreams so like...I think people need to chill

man i'm so tired of people who have no idea how power progression is supposed to work lmao if they want rand to be having flashy big showdowns in the first 2 seasons then they'd better be prepared for him to feel stagnant and/or like a letdown in future seasons 🤷 you just know they'd be going "but why isn't rand able to do X in this season when he could do it LAST season?" if the show did exactly what the early books did in constantly giving rand a big blowout moment at the end of one book and then resetting him to being a helpless baby channeler at the start of the next one.

as for his ishy showdown not being ~flashy~ enough or not being ~his moment~, that's literally the point. it's a pyrrhic victory for rand - he was able to defeat ishy, but absolutely would not have been capable of it without his friends & moiraine assisting him (and risking their own lives to assist him, at that), and i'm sure he's very aware of this. this will motivate him to be desperate enough to improve his channeling skills that he's willing to get training from a forsaken. simple as that. if he was already skilled enough to have a big exciting moment of self-obtained victory in 2x08, then why would he need asmodean to train him in s3? audiences wouldn't buy him being desperate enough to resort to something so drastic.

especially since the show has upped the threat level of the forsaken massively and is actually making them frightening villains. book!asmodean is sad wet and pathetic for all of his onscreen-time despite his evil backstory, so it doesn't feel that risky for rand to take him as a teacher, but if show!asmodean is made more competent & scary in the same way as ishy, lanfear, and moggy (based on her one scene) have been, then that means rand is taking a much bigger risk in the eyes of the audience and we thus need a much stronger reason to believe he would be wiling to take such a risk. rand needs to consistently fail in the early seasons so that he's motivated to improve his skills by any means necessary in s3, same as how nynaeve needs to consistently fail so that she's motivated to break her block by any means necessary. basic cause and effect here, people! basic character progression! characters need to fail so that they can grow, and people who do not understand this have no business criticizing the storytellers who do understand it (not directing this at you here anon haha just at the annoying crew whining about rand and nynaeve Not Getting To Succeed At Anything).

"bUt EgWeNE-" egwene is not the same character as rand, and thus is not developing at the exact same rate as rand, and thus is allowed to have her victories whenever it suits HER progression, even if rand hasn't gotten his victories yet. egwene's victory came in 2x08 because s2 is when her biggest formative storyline of the early books occurs, whereas in s3/TSR she takes a step back while rand comes to greater prominence with HIS biggest formative storyline of the early books. and egwene sure as hell had her share of failures in s2 before getting her victory, just the same as rand even if he needs to cook a little longer before getting his own victories.

#anonymous #answered #wot book spoilers

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Starving in The Dark

Okay another mini thing while I'm struggling to do the other responses rn, these ones I do while im laying down to go to bed lmao, but your requests will get done I promise!

Anyway! This is based on the thing I posted earlier today 😈 if you know you know.

Its very 18+ so minors DNI

WARNINGS!: NSFW, arthur literally devouring you, in general sexy things, chubby reader because I said so and theres not enough chubny reader and chubby arthur in this world

TAGS:@mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1 @6kaja9

So lets get started!!!

You feel as though you're gonna loose a finger to the cold around you, even being bigger and retaining heat better than smaller people would, you felt frozen to the core.

After the gang had left the Amberino mountains on your run from the law you didn't figure you'd be back up here so soon, but here you were, shivering and shaking on your horse, even in your heavy coat, as you and Arthur trek through the snow the further you got into the mountains.

Granted the snow that you traveled through now was no where near as bad as it had been the first time the gang had come through here, but it still seemed to sink right into your bones, you could only imagine how cold your horses were.

But you refused to complain. Arthur had told you he wanted to take you somewhere out of camp, far away, just the two of you, so you could finally spend sometime together without being harassed by the others or being pulled apart to do other jobs.

Granted you would have appreciated it if he'd taken you somewhere warmer, but you weren't about to start whining when he was trying to do something sweet and thoughtful for you. It wasn't often the two of you got to sneak away like this.

"We're almost there Darlin' I swear, then I'll get the fire goin' and that cabin'll warm up quick."

Arthur looks over his shoulder at you, his face reflecting a mixture of guilt and apology.

He'd clearly recogonized your freezing state.

"I'm okay!" You lie through your teeth offering a smile, you hate seeing the big guy look so sad. "Just cold!"

"I know, I shoulda just had you ride in the same horse with me, woulda been warmer for ya." He sighs and then nudges his horses sides. "C'mon, pick up the pace, let's get there."

The two of you ride for just a little longer, snowflakes sticking to your eyelashes the further you go, until eventually the two of you come over a hill to see a rather small cabin on what would be a beautiful lake, had it not been frozen over.

You're quick to hitch the horses in a nearby area where they're slightly sheltered, and make your way into the cabin.

It's a little run down, but upon looking at it you realize someone's clearly cleaned it up, and as you look back at Arthur you realize he really has been planning this for a while. The bed is made and the floor's been decently cleaned, a stack of wood decently high is sat against one of the walls and the cuboards are stocked with food.

Arthur moves and closes the door behind him the moment the two of you step over the threshold, he gently kisses the side of your head before beginning to start a fire up for you.

You can't help but watch him as he works, crossing your arms in an attempt to retain your heat.

Even in the cold he keeps his demenor, which around you is a little softer, kinder.

There's a small smile on his face as he does his work and the cold air has caused his cheeks to bloom red.

"You look so cute in the snow." You mumble, taking note of his denim clad jacket, the collar lined with fur. It covers his cheeks a little, but not enough to cover the fact that his face gets slightly redder at your compliment.

"Now, I don't even believe you when you call me handsome," he chuckles and continues to throw wood into the stove settled in the center of the small cabin. "What makes you think I'll believe you when you say that?"

"Who says I need you to believe it grumpy?"

He simply offers another small chuckle to you before he starts to attempt to light the fire. Luckily it doesn't take long.

The fire blazes and you find yourself crowding in the front of the stove as soon as Arthur shuts the front of it and opens the vents to allow heat into the room.

He stands behind you, his hands gently grasping your shoulders and his chin resting on rhe crown of your head.

"Sorry it was such a long ride Darlin' and a cold one too." He mumbles under his breath, letting out a long sigh that you feel reverberate through your body.

"It's okay Arthur, really." You smile this time, to yourself, he needed this break more than you did, you were just happy he wanted to take it with you. You'd follow him anywhere he wanted to go, and this included anywhere.

"Hmm." He gives the hum in response and then another sigh before he lets go of you to move towards the bed placed against the wall across frkm where you stand.

You watch as he plops down and begins to take his boots off and his coat soon follows.

He himself is a big man, and even he seemed a little cold, that redness of his face, and the small chatter in his teeth that occasionally appeared, it was no surpise you were so cold.

"I know it's cold," he mutters. "But you should get that heavier stuff off and get under the covers body heat'll be better for the two of us then these cold jackets."

You offer a nod, and then move to meet him, taking your coat off as you move.

It was gonna be a cold night.

.............

You wake up sweating, with the smallness of the cabin and the constant wood going into the stove to keep it that way, plus Arthur's body heat, you felt as though you were absolutely swimming.

The two of you together, both bigger bodies, the heat you both gave off, it was a wonder he wasn't sweating his ass off too.

It's completely dark in the cabin, other than a little bit of fire light from the stove.

You manage to get up out of the bed without waking Arthur, sliding out of his iron grip as quietly and as gently as possible.

You do the only thing you can think of to get to a comfortable temperature and strip out of your night clothes.

Tossing them to the side you feel much better, still warm, but without the extra cotton its a much more comfortable warmth.

You give a quiet sigh and clamber back into bed, getting back under Arthur's arm as quietly as possible.

"Y' good?" His words are slurred agains your neck as you settle back down, and after a moment his hand finds your waist and he seems to wake a little.

"The hell did your clothes go?"

"It's hot in here Arthur-" you hear the whine in your voice and feel awful for a moment, but you realize now laying back under the cover with arthur again that you'll most likely wake up covered in sweat once more.

Arthur's silent for a moment, but then you feel his hand travel over your stomach, going a little lower, reaching your thighs.

He's clearly not thinking about the words you just said.

"Arthur you are not listening-"

"Kinda stopped after I realized your tits were out if 'm honest." He sighs and you feel a hot kiss against your neck. "What I wouldn't give to feel these around my head...."

He squeezes your thigh gently, his fingers crawling towards your inner thigh.

"I'm already warm..." it's a feeble excuse, and you know it, yiu absolutely love it when he gets like this, so despite your discomfort you know that you're more than likely going to go along with him.

"Maybe if you got out from under these covers ...let those pretty tits of yours hit the air..."

"What the hell are you suggesting?"

"Mhmmm...." Arthur's voice comes out as a groan in your ear, and he places a small kiss there, right behind your ear.

"I'm sayin'," he mumbles. "I think you should sit on my face..."

"Arthur!"

You've never done such a thing. Of course you've had him between your legs before, and you'd never deny him that, as he got pleasure out of it just as you did, in fact it was one of his favorite things, but NEVER had you ever sat on his face.

"I'm too big." You mutter. "Too heavy, I sit on your face and I'll sufficate you-"

"Good, a fine way to die." He kisses your neck again.

"Arthur I'm serious!"

"I am too."

You sigh and he simply gets closer to your ear.

"Please Y/n...Please, I want you to do it so badly....please."

He's begging you. How could you tell him no.

"Okay..." You mumble the answer after a few moments of silence. "But you have to promise to stop me if you can't breathe, please?"

"Of course, you're My Girl."

You feel a heat in your cheeks and move, watching as he moves to lay on his back.

He keeps his hands to the sides, lazily awaiting you to sit on your throne.

He motions you towards him with his two middle fingers on each hand.

With just that you're compelled.

You manage to manuver yourself to the right place, and you begin to squat over his face, hovering if you will, and you feel Arthur's hands latch onto your thick thighs.

"I said sit." His voice comes out in a growl and then with a tight squeeze and a single rough pull on his end you find yourself completely sat on Arthur's face.

You can't move, he hold's you tightly against his face, buried in your pussy.

His hands massage your thighs, and you can feel his tongue moving in the best way you can think of.

It sends tingles through your body, the way he seems to nearly devour you, as though he'd never had a meal in his life.

His mouth is warm, and wet as he licks, and licks, and each flick of his tongue that seems expert you can't stop yourself from letting out lewd sounds that make you grateful he's taken you all the way into the mountains.

You reach between your thighs, gripping his hair tightly as he has his snack.

"Arthur...." You doubt he can even hear you from his position, but you hope that he gets the message when you begin to move your hips, riding his face.

His hands move from your thighs to your ass, and he helps guide each thrust of your hips.

You take a moment to look down, meeting his eyes between your thighs.

He's got a look there that you've seen many times, full and utter lust.

You can feel his nost brushing against sensitve areas of your heat, and his tongue still works away at you, lapping like a thirsty animal.

One of his hands moves from your ass, wrapping over your thigh and reaching between your legs, finding your clit easily, as it's nearly second nature for him.

Your breathing is ragged as he continues his assult of pleasure on you.

You know it isn't gonna take much longer for you to come undone, and your grip in his hair gets tighter, he can tell it won't be much longer.

The faster his tongue gets the faster his hand goes, he matches the circular motion just right with everything else until-

"Arthur!"

You feel yourself clench up and your thighs close instinctually against Arthur's head, and he continues to lick, doing his best to help ride out your orgasam.

When you're able to regain your composure he offers a few taps on your thigh and you manage to move off of him, catching the glint of your arousal on his face from the small firelight.

"Next time, when I say sit on my face I mean sit." He swallows and you watch as he licks his lips before placing his hands behind his head. "I want you to smother me."

You simply blink at him, your heart still racing from your high.

He'd just eaten you as though you were his last meal and that's all he could say.

You blink and then look towards his waist.

You had some giving to do.

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 community #red dead redemption 2 #milk delivery #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan rdr2

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