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LET’S EXCHANGE, SHALL WE? | blade x reader

summary: blade helps you finish your mission as a spy with him as your objective by giving you an exchange (he knows) you won’t refuse

assassin!blade x fem!spy!reader

note: f/n - fake name, first time posting smut >.< , porn with plot (it’s a long ride folks), reader calls him ren, (might) ooc blade T^T virginity loss, v*gin*l f*nger*ng, nipple teasing, with proofhead ! cunn*l*ngus, breast groping, hick*ys, hair pulling, it’s reader’s first time ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა blade is down bad for her °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° lots of praise <3 also teasing, he kinda bullies her :((, fluff at the end ;3 (this fic is based on the manga cinderella x assassin >w< i also imagined how hot assassin!blade is frfr ) hope u cuties enjoy!

a/n: this is my first time writing smut because i am mostly on the fluff side of writing ToT but thanks to some uhh advise from other writings, i hope this is written well :,> english isn’t my first language so forgive me if i had any mistakes here TwT

it was all nothing new. you knew that all too well.

here at the association of blue angels, it is necessary that every spy has their own change of paths that comes across their ways in order for them to fulfil their duties and gain secret information from their clients, whether they are deadly, from aristocratic families, from high positions, or popular idols, it is fundamental that their aim for their prime objective is done and filed back at the organization. no matter who their target was, it was an absolute must you return with new info regarding the end of the view.

it was all nothing new, of how your boss would pick you for every male target, quiet with predatory gaze for women that lurk next to their sides. pretty girls like you will easily win their attention, that’s why they see why you’re perfect to work as a spy at the blue angels. your looks are perfect for the eyes of others, the definition of an eye candy. you knew your job all too well. non-stop praises from your boss whenever you’d return with an info dragged along on your palm, your eyes naively scanning down on the office floor as you mutter out an ‘i’ve returned.’

with different personas you became, brand new names you required in your business; that is what it takes to be a spy in disguise. for you, all of that just to be used as a seducing tool. so much for the title you earned…with these priorities set on to you, you would be forced to fuck your targets afterwards. the organization you were apart of depended on you with these said goals, and that’s the problem they see…

because you were too sheepish to eventually have sex with your objectives, even when asked.

yes, you have the looks to charm them like a siren luring their victims. however you were…too unsophisticated. guileless innocence and purity of a shy teenager. the confidence of seduction is what you lack. no wonder some of your co-workers poke fun at you. the naive y/n, they would murmur to you. but, they had no choice as you were the best spy among your group who can catch the eyes of men in a blink of an eye. set aside your ingeniousness…

it wasn’t like you asked for these missions to be set to you, after all, ever since they noticed your lack of temptation for the people they assigned you to, you were given to more easier victims, someone you won’t have a hard time gaining info from, in easier words someone you would not have to sleep with to collect main enlightenment. this, sounded somewhat as an insult for you. yet, for them, they just think this was for your best to avoid pressure.

‘pressure my ass…i do spy work, not sex work..who do they think they are?’ were the thoughts circulating inside of your head once you were outside of your boss’ office. them seeing your body as the sheer instrument of your skills when out as an undercover, you hated it. you wished they’d return your assignments when your targets were tougher victims. now that you are known in the blue angels association as the girly spy whose looks can kill, there was never going back as your reputation swoons the other workers when the aim is a pervert.

not much long after, your boss had called you into his office to hand over a new mission; following your last successful expedition that had been completed. as your eyes gazed down on the paper he slid on his desk, you slowly read the details for your next objective.

an assassin. a dangerous one to be exact.

“they call him blade, his real name is currently unknown. he works for the stella hunters department, an association filled with menacing assassins, and he’s one of the deadliest among them. find all regarding information about this man, including his weaknesses, and don’t hesitate to swoop in all you can. i’ll be handing this commission over to you, y/n,” is what your boss said, lighting a cigarette whilst looking over the paper that you held on your hands. you couldn’t help but be overjoyed once you heard this responsibility was handed to you, who had been longing for a task like this for so long. you’ll show them, you’ll show how you’re not just the kind of spy who sleeps with their intent. with a smile, you wholeheartedly accepted this work.

so, you put up a new persona, new name, and you were all set. this should be easy, with your looks there may be a chance this person will be beneath your thumb.

oh how right they were when they call you naive y/n..

blade was…scary. though, you managed to make him fall for you after months of trying. and there was this tiny gut feeling inside of you that was saying you were slowly falling for him, too. he was good-looking, fucking handsome. he’s got the stealth of a ninja, as if his presence wasn’t even there at the first place. so far, he is able to startle you whenever. the sword that he swings in his hands were swift, fast, and silent—often drools with the copper scent of velvet liquid. you pretended not to notice since he told you he worked as a bodyguard. the fake name you gave to him, he addresses you as f/n. you think it was convincing enough, after all, you ‘dated’ him for over 3 months now, that was a record. you didn’t quite understand why blade fell for you, in honest speaking; all you knew is that he suddenly asked you out when you both were at a fancy cafe shop he dragged you along with. his red eyes lured you, instead, and that made your heart jump.

surprisingly, blade was quite affectionate. despite being cold to your for the past months, he soon began to open up to you more with his loving antics. ‘cause of that, you were slowly getting weak over his words like some damsel. well, 3 months of dating can end up to something like this happening, although that doesn’t matter for now. your boss was pleased when he heard the news from you.

“did you manage to dig through his personal info? real name perhaps?”

“i—uhh…n-no, i still haven’t managed to..”

“…”

“just keep up the work, y/n. do not disappoint me.”

blade is an assassin for god’s sake, scooping information about him will take more than years to do so, even if you were playing as his faux ‘lover.’ you didn’t understand why he refused to answer questions from you in connection of his workspace, he replies all the time that it was ‘too embarrassing’ to say so. he says that then won’t hesitate to come home and drop his sword somewhere in his big house. this was going to take longer than you thought it was. no wonder this assignment was labeled as ‘heavy.’ investigating him was like a trace gone cold no matter how many evidence you found. it was like the said evidence were nothing but dents.

so that was why you decided to take matters into your own hands.

while he was out on his ‘work,’ you walked inside his home naturally, and quietly. blade always told you where his house keys were hidden every time he was out for business. your skills of not leaving traces as perfectly working as always. his small office inside of his house, you easily unlocked the door and went inside. blade had mentioned to you to never enter his house office, yet here you were. you couldn’t help but feel a little bad, however this was your job. you weren’t supposed to love him in the first place, you’re just a spy. playing with someone’s heart can be cruel.

his documents that spread on the inside of his cabinets that were placed on the sides, you opened them, seeing all the details you needed; displayed in front of you. your heart drummed in exhilaration, already imagining all the possibilities your boss might give you for your future works.

oh naive you..

“what might you be doing…y/n?”

a cold metallic feeling that touches your neck as you didn’t have time to react to the stern voice that whispered through your ears. gloved hands crawl through your thigh as the other held the bloodied sword closer to your throat. your breath hitches, and time froze at that moment. your eyes widen once you realized something..

he called you…y/n. not your fake name.

“b-blade..?”

“yes, y/n? what are you doing here?”

this wasn’t a fucking dream, he knows your name.

“why so silent now? are you surprised i know your real name, y/n?” the way he speaks your name was austere, moving closer before he gently lays his head on your shoulder. even his gorgeous face was splattered with blood, almost his entire clothing was. you were done for, your cover was blown.

“h-how..?”

“hm? how’d i know?” he chuckles. “simple…you’re a spy, aren’t you?”

you froze

“i thought your organization is a lot more smarter than that, sending a cute girl here to grab my attention. well…not like i’m complaining..you guys do know it’s not easy to fool me, right? and now you’re here in my office when i forbid you to go, that won’t do, y/n..” he spoke, softly caressing your thigh in a manner that slowly turned rough. you let out a soft grunt as blade grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, his red hues staring back at yours as he smiles like a manic. you couldn’t move your eyes away…those chilling eyes, like a predator looking at its prey.

“so? tell me.”

there was nowhere else to run. he’s got you on a chokehold, your body pressed against his as his strong grip held you down. you didn’t even register your thoughts completely to know you were sitting on top of him, you were too focused on his deadly gaze. your entire life as a spy, all fell down quickly like building blocks…all because of blade. your eyes felt like tearing up, finding the words to say, heartbeat screaming in your chest to just tell the truth…you…

“i have betrayed you, blade..”

blade’s attention was fully on you now, glancing at your body on top of his as you spoke in a whisper, almost in regret.

“i was going to find your name…and report it to the association…” you should’ve just declined the job. maybe the easier works were made for you after all.

“i’m sorry…if you must kill me then…i’ll accept that outcome.” you wanted to apologize to your boss, as well. for failing as a spy, for ruining his expectations on this ongoing mission. blade looks at you with no reaction, he still held you tight before grabbing his sword. this was it. this is the end for you.

“i see..” was all he responded before raising up his weapon, blood dropping down from the tip. blade hugs you tight, the sword adjusting over your neck.

as you closed your eyes, you watched as every decision you made throughout your life flashed before your mind. you began to wonder if maybe you were born as a normal girl—not a spy or anything, would you have found happiness? true love? would you have finished school and achieve a dream you’ve always wanted? probably. however, here you are, spending your last moments in life as it was ended by an assassin. there was no point in asking those questions now, this was the final.

just then, the sound of the sword dropping on the floor came on your ears, your eyes were back wide open when two pairs of arms are now wrapped around your shoulders, almost like a mother hugging her child close. blade laid his head down on your shoulder once more, smudging small drips of blood onto your clothing as you felt his breath on your neck.

“ren..” he mutters to you through the hug. “just call me ren…” then he pats your head like an animal.

you had a whole bag of questions right after that moment. pulling away, you looked at him with the most bewildered face ever, your face contorted whether you were angry or just plain confused.

“what?”

“hm? what? oh, ren as in—

“that’s not what i’m confused about..!”

blade was amused by how you reacted to his sudden gesture. most assassins by now would’ve sliced your neck open upon seeing you were an undercover spy sneaking info out of him, however from here…he instead proposed a deal. a deal that made you get stuck to this job.

“if you agree to marry me and become my wife, then i’ll allow you to keep spying on me.”

you think it’s dumb at first, marrying someone for the sake of knowing every little detail about him for some stupid mission. but again, his proposal was reasonable enough. for him, his side was that he gets to marry you. and for you, you can inform your boss you lured him into an engagement. easy as that. you can already see the look on your boss’ face once you tell him that exact information. blood rushes through your cheeks as you were thrilled with the thought. it’s a big win-win for both of you, and a marriage contract will do the trick. eventually, you agreed.

and thus, the two of you got married. in contract.

this was for the commission, was what you kept telling yourself. a married life with blade was…something that might take a while to get used to. he spoiled you rotten, when you guys got married he bought an expensive wedding gown on that same day, all because you thought the dress was pretty. he was loaded for an assassin. the stella hunters group payed them fairly. too fairly. they are a group of assassins after all. blade loved teasing you, seeing your face blush was his favorite sight. and his teasing wasn’t even intentional. hell—he probably turned a deaf ear when he was making fun of you.

no long after, you moved into his huge apartment. living together wasn’t much of a hassle. there were separate rooms, so whenever you wanted to not sleep with him, you would sleep in the other room (just in case). he’d gift you small gifts, something to entertain you with. sometimes, he’ll buy unnecessary lingerie to deride you with, piss you off with probably, too. you weren’t going to lie, some of the lingerie he bought were pretty (yet that doesn’t mean you like them !) it’s unbelievable to know how much blade says ‘i love you’s’ to you a whole lot. his demeanour as an assassin changed when you’re around.

on second thought, this man was out of his head. and weird.

you slightly began to think of him as a pervert, blade likes to scan down a lot to look at your melons. though, this doesn’t happen frequently, he only does it when you notice just to pull on your strings. you hated how instead of you who kept blade under your thumb, it was him who was influencing you. he had a strong morale, blade knows about the stares you give him every time he comes out of the shower. pretending like he doesn’t notice then would proceed to walk towards you with a towel over his leaking head. men like him on assignments are (kind of) no different, with good looks at first it should be alright, then suddenly they were perverts. it was an ongoing cycle you run throughout your life as a female spy, never escaping the chain of male clients.

and as for you who was an eye candy of every male gaze in your work, there was no difference of how easily they fawn over your figure like a barbie doll. nothing new to you; but to blade, he’s fully aware. he knew the treatment you got from your workplace, how you complained to him during on dates of how you were mostly assigned to older guys or either degenerates. as long as they were guys, you were quickly rolled in. you were pretty, and cute. he can understand why your boss gave you roles for victims who were men. it’s often hard grabbing the attention of a man after all, unless you were beautiful. yet he tells you how you actually did a nice job making him fall for you.

a blush erupts on your face when he mentioned that. blade only said that to make you feel better, is what your brain told you.

with the deal ongoing, you and blade made a lot of exchanges, some of them were cardinal for your mission as a spy. he gave you a lot of opportunities to know every little thing about him. in return, all he asked for were hugs, kisses, or dates. he was like a lovesick puppy. the loving looks he gave you, taking your palm out of nowhere then kisses them so soothingly. it was not worth questioning of how he makes you down on your knees. though you refused to let him know about that side of you of course.

you can’t let yourself down for a handsome assassin.

you and blade came home one day from a banquet incident.

it was supposed to be part of his assignment. to assassinate a director chief who was part of that party. all you have to do was merely watch him and be his party date. he came along with a colleague, her name was kafka. she introduced herself to you then congratulated your marriage with blade. she was beautiful, eyes hypnotizing and her presence as dangerous as blade’s. throughout the party, she started to grow a liking towards you, asking you to dance with her then glancing behind your back with your hand on hers. she was probably trying to make blade jealous.

how right she was when she said it worked.

kafka was rather flirty, although she was wearing a suit to the banquet, she still looks exquisite. for the entire night, you spent half of your time with her. well—she made you spend your time with her to be exact. dancing and sharing chats while drinking underneath the moonlight. you weren’t sure how blade reacted to his female companion being a little too close with his wife. in the meantime, she asked a lot of questions to you, too, asking how you and blade met, what made you love him, the usual questions like a mother asking about her son. she smiles mischievously at every answer you gave.

there was a side of you that’s telling not to trust this woman much. she had a mystique side to her. just by the look of her eyes, you knew kafka was someone not be trusted. she is an assassin, just like your husband. spies and assassins were no different much for their missions. unlike spies, they don’t kill in order to obtain said info. they hide themselves in order to do so, like skulking shadows. while assassins like them, chooses violence. how did the world come up so terrible that they created people like your profession to exist?

that same night, however, a small explosion occured, catching you immediate attention. the floor shakes with ease, leaving small visible cracks. screams of the people in that party made a ruckus, running out of the building from below your view as you only watched in a panic. what in the world just happened?

“hmm, just as the boss planned..” you hear kafka say, bringing her gun out of the pockets of her suit. she seems entertained; and she came prepared as predicated. you were right when you thought of how full her coat’s pocket looked. you send her a gaze, perplexed of what she meant.

“i-is ren going to be alright in there??”

“relax~ he’s a professional. do you really think bladie won’t survive in something so small like that~?” something so small, was his agency used to this type of disaster? assassins are frightening indeed. as kafka opened the door from the balcony you two stood in, a large dark smoke erupted out from the party room. you covered your nose, letting out a loud cough while kafka stood there, unbothered. a figure stands in front of her.

“i told you to send a signal, didn’t i?” kafka spoke, her eyes dark as a smile aligned on her face.

blade stands tall, his appearance sanguinary with the drip of crimson coming down on his sword. he looks nonchalant as he stared back at kafka, he huffs, “the bomb went off earlier than i thought. i’ve already slaughtered the remaining security,” blade says, wiping the small blood the slides down his chin. even with something like blood falling down on his image, your husband still looks ethereal. not a single scratch was on him, not even an injury from the bomb. he wasn’t bathing in his own blood, yet he bathed in others. the two assassins looked so astounding together. with their threatening aura and glances they shared, they were really one of the most best assassins in the team. your boss really was mindful to warn you about them.

“is that so? very good then. the lesser the better for our target to be shot in the head…also, you worried your adorable wife, y’know? she was scared you’d die in the bomb,” kafka tells the male, a soft chuckle following by. blade gazes back to meet your figure. you look magnificent in that dress he made you wear. coming to the banquet as his date was truly one of the best ideas he made. blade excused himself for a moment, walking past kafka and straight to you before pressing a small kiss on your temple, not minding the blood that smeared onto your forehead. his gloved hands pulled your head closer to him. you noticed blade had taken off his black coat that matched his suit, probably because it was too hot? either way it’s not worth pointing out, since he looks handsome looking like that.

“apologies, did that scare you..?”

“not at all j-just…shocked..”

“is that so?”

“save the loving hours for later, bladie. we got more business to take care of~” kafka cuts the small conversation between the both of you as she cunningly walks back inside the room boiled with grey smoke, her dark suit dissolving along with her enigmatic figure before disappearing in the space of the area. after she had left, blade turns his head to look back at you, his dark eyes never leaving yours, “you should head to a more safer spot. follow me, i’ll lead you there.”

the route you followed as you trailed behind blade made you quiver in fear when the glimpse of countless lifeless bodies of securities scattered all over the place like fallen dominos. it was if as a blood war happened here. the eerie silence pierced your cowardice even more that blade had to pull your closer to his side. talk about overprotective…your husband dragged you away to an overcast corner, where there were no one else surrounding near that spot. he told you to stay there for awhile, and wait for his return. credulously, you obliged and await for his arrival. the place creaked, helpless pleas fall onto your ears before hearing the sounds of either gunshots or the swift movement of a sword finish the loud cries they let out. this scared you, having to cover your ears and ignore the shouts they let out as the assassins out ended their lives, including the targeted director chief.

spies aren’t special in these types of occupations where blood spilled like paint. as said, your team is more in specialising in gathering top secret data from other groups that your association acquired to know about. meddling with other people’s business (inclusive of your husband and his colleague’s job) was on your description, but not into the extent of this. you weren’t used to hearing bullets firing, guts being spilled and cries of help ring in your ears like a nightmare. however, this was the nature for cold-blooded criminal assassins like them. the sound of footsteps echoed through your hearing, along with the sight of blade returning. his hair was a little messy (in a manner that turned him even more hotter), sword placed tightly in his palm, leaking with scarlet. blade sighed, “i’m back..”

“a-are you ok?? you’re dripping in blood..!”

“it’s their blood, not mine. are you worried about me, y/n?”

“o-of course i am! for goodness sake!” he laughs, a hoarse breath nudging in the middle of his throat before he pulls you closer, forehead pressed against yours as he stared deep into your eyes. “you stayed as i asked…how obedient, y/n. perhaps shall i reward you..?”

“h-huh?? what are you—

suddenly a loud bang shoots through the tranquil air, blade immediately pulled your close to him, before a bullet flies through below his hip, hitting him.

your eyes went wide, seeing small pricks of blood drool down from his abdomen. blade grunts, his head looked across from the room and meets with the annoying smirk of the (surprisingly) alive security had over their face. “b-blade..!” you couldn’t help but shout. there was an ignite of irritation in his eyes. blade ignores you, pulling a pistol out from his pocket and shooting a headshot at the man, before the security finally died. blade held the spot where he was shot; feeling his body weaken as you called for kafka who had just arrived, also bathed in blood; with documents in her hands.

a limousine came to pick you guys up to bring blade to immediate aid. for the entire time you stayed right next to his side until he was bandaged by one of the nurses in the limo, stopping the slight blood that leaked down. thank goodness, he was wearing a bullet proof vest. however with the amount of shots he received from earlier battles, it seems like the final shot you witnessed to him harmed him directly to a more effective part of the bullet proof, causing a bleed. everyone in the limo, they all wore dark attire, collected expressions as the whole drive towards blade’s apartment was as soundless as the dead. blade rested his head over your shoulder, sneaking small subtle touches on your inner thigh while you tried your best to keep your mouth shut. wrecking the droning atmosphere was not something you’d want to do, not to mention the people who were with you in the limo were part of the stella hunters association.

kafka asked if you needed any assistance in dragging blade up on your shared penthouse apartment, though blade cuts in; saying he didn’t need help and that he was practically fine now. it’s as if the bullet shot at his hip didn’t effect him at all. him saying that he was used to being hurt…this made you even more worried about him. as he was one of the strongest in his section along with kafka, it was obvious the missions they give him were extremely perilous.

after the limo had dropped the both of you in your place, kafka bids you a (quite terrifying) farewell through the car glass, velvet gloves waving you a goodbye before the window rolls back up, and the limo leaves with nothing else. blade stood firmly still, despite being shot earlier at the banquet. the bandaged area hid within his bloodied suit shirt, navy dark hair hiding his other eye before he waited for you to stand next to him. “shall we?” he spoke to you in a gentle manner, his hand outreached to yours before you held it and led him home to your shared place.

upon opening the door— you warmly made him rest down on the couch, running to the kitchen to fetch him some water and prepare a bath. blade watches as you run around the house like a panicking maid and an airy chuckle escapes from his lip, “y/n..”

“y-yes…?” you murmured, stopping yourself from pacing back and forth. blade tilts his head a bit, a small smile appearing over his lips, “you know you don’t have to keep doing that. you look so concerned right now, y’know? this… i’m used to it..” he speaks. you didn’t like how he normally says that like bleeding and harming for him was casual despite being an assassin. even if he was strong, blade was still a person. pouting, you threw the towel away from the side and made him look at you, obvious look over your expression you were angry of what he said. was he a dumbass? “don’t say things like that, blade.”

he grins, “why not? it’s true.”

“blade, please, you’re making me worry about your health more. if it weren’t for the bullet proof vest you would’ve died..!”

the male stood up impatiently from the couch, walking next to your side as he suddenly moves his head a little closer to yours, a hum erupting out of him. you moved away, feeling the heat on your cheeks. close…he was so close. what’s with him all of a sudden? “you’re worried, y/n? how very kind..” he whispers, breath fanning over your neck. you shivered. bashfully, you turned your head away; avoiding eye contact as you replied, “i-is there something wrong? if you don’t like that then i can stop worrying if you keep teasing me..”

“how very strange..earlier at the banquet you said you were worried about me. taking back your words now?” there was venom in his tone, an icy gaze that lacks of emotion except for lechery was filled in his appearance. instead of dangerous for his term as an assassin maybe dangerously handsome is a more fitting description. you remained silent, not being able to talk back like he exposed you fully. another chuckle. “not answering, huh? in that case..”

instantly, your figures moved back to the soft cushions of the couch; arms held tight by his fingers along with the feeling of your legs spread across his body—face looking directly over his dark features. you were on top of him while blade laid down on the couch, holding you by your arms.

“you still have work to do, y/n,” he began, voice enchanting with toxin, bloodshot eyes digging holes into yours like a madman. your breath shakes, paralyzed in place when his fingers moved up to play with the small fats of your hips. “you could threaten me with a weapon, dig your hands into my wounds, and i would have to answer all of your questions…” his tone now latched with sweetness like honey. seeming convincing enough for you to be enlightened. you stared back at him, puzzled. “what are you talking—

blade pulls your arm closer to his face, emotionless eyes peeking through your glimmering irises that reads confusion and clarity. he smiles, “right now, i’m so weak…i couldn’t resist anything you do to me..” he quietly sneaks your hand on his injured area, feeling the familiar touch texture of the bandage touch your skin. the lingering sensation made you wince, blade looks indeed weak; pale skin as he breathes heavily. “i’m sure your association has so many things they’d love to know about me..” he mutters to you, lovingly. your breath hitches, taken back.

“well? now is your chance.”

you tightly clutched your fists from his sentence. an opportunity to know everything your boss had been dying to know about this man. anything you’ll ask, he says he’ll answer due to his enfeebled form. there’s a chance; you can’t just turn your head from this. every achievement you can earn by getting the statistics they desperately wanted. everything you wanted will be given if you just do your job right now—

no.

“i’m sorry..” blade blinks his eyes twice, dazed from your response. “it must’ve hurt really bad, didn’t it? i don’t think…i can do anything to you right now..” as you slowly moved your head away from his chest, few strands of your hair fell down across your face causing you to brush them away, you looked at blade with eyes that reads nothing but worry. the male glances back at you with a questionable look. “…to the association, i’m merely just another pawn. just like all the others like me, if we stop being useful we’re replaced right away..” looking down on his stomach, you sighed, “we’re only ever concerned about our own safety, and the idea that someone would protect me with their body…was novel to me. maybe that’s why, i had to protect you as well..”

steadily, your returned your head down on his chest, feeling him breathe heavily through the strokes you drew on his chest. you snuggled into that same warmth, inhaling in his scent. he smelled like enigma and copper, mixed with the floating fragrance of dark virtue . “be careful next time, okay? you’re still my objective after all..” you wanted to see what your husband looks like right now. after all, it took you some time to tell him those words that’s been latched from the back of your throat. maybe he’s looking at you funny, wasn’t expecting them from someone like you. yeah.

the sound of water falling down the tub caught your attention as you promptly excused yourself before jumping off of blade’s chest. walking towards the bathroom, you turned off the faucet that spilled out with warm water, and went back outside to call for blade, telling him that his bath was ready. the bath needed a little more foam, perhaps adding bubbles and some soap to the water will help ease his mind once he’s in the bathtub. before you could head back inside the bathroom to fill the water with soap, a hand stopped you from doing so, as a figure hugged you from behind, head on your shoulder. you flinched, stammering on your words to see blade.

“i love you..”

your eyes go wide.

he kisses the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. “you don’t even understand how much those words make me love you more. you’re so mean, y/n..” blade brushes his lip against your cheek, feeling yourself shudder in his touch. he laughs when you try to push him away. “t-the bath is ready! get yourself washed up so you’ll cleanse your wound as well!”

“has that moody boss of yours never once stood for you?” he dodges your topic.

“…what?” and you definitely have a lot of questions just by the mention of your boss flew out of his mouth. although you couldn’t help but wonder: why was your boss indeed so interested in him? assassins are supposed to be mysterious, it’s crystal clear there a lot of essential inquiry they posses as shadows—but him specifically? there has to be a valuable reason. your boss never hid anything much from you. “how do you know my boss? all i was told was to investigate your background and weaknesses but…w-wait! is there some type of personal conflict between the both of you?? why is the association so interested in you?? hey, tell me—

blade’s lips shut you off, ceasing your words before they could even wind up your query. his weight caused you to lose a bit of your balance, your hands pinned on the entrance of the bathroom as you muffled in his mouth. the kiss tasted like impatience and longing. he freed one of your hands, slipping his gloved palm over your coverless shoulders with a smooth rub to it. you flinched, before blade pulls away from the kiss. it took you awhile to catch your breath and registered what just happened.

“h-hey, what—

“let’s make an exchange. a deal.”

blade finally lets go of your hand, his arm just right above your head as he leans closer, covering your path. he looks solemn, yet there was a hint over his eyes that construes as an engulfing flame of impulse to kiss you again. his other hand slowly slid down to the wall next to you, touching your shoulders till it reaches your hip, pulling you in. “i know i might be playing foul, but if that’s the only card i have then i don’t mind..” the male playfully plays with the fabric of your dress, pulling them up until your feel your inner thigh feeling the cold wind. “i knew you were a spy, yet i bound you by this marriage contract. that’s just how much i yearn for you..”

what is he talking about? a deal? just what crazy ideas is this guy coming up again?

you didn’t realise your were zoning out until blade pushes your chin up with his forefinger, making you look up at him in a better view. “y/n, my dearest..here’s the deal, i’ll tell you my secrets, but in return…” your heart pounds heavily with electricity—feeling your breath quicken when he pressed his forehead softly against yours.

“…let me do anything i want with you tonight.”

that marriage contract he mentioned, although it was fake for the sake of your mission, the predicament you found yourself in was real. though, you needed a little more thought to think about what he wants to do with you, including when blade looked so…steamy?

‘it’s a great chance to gather information, but…what does ‘anything he wants’ entail—huh?’

the atmosphere quickly changed, the male didn’t give you a chance to utter out a word when he instantly went back to claim your lips. this time the kiss grew more heated than before, linking between the emotions craving and thirst—his cold hands exploring your body from out and within your dress, feeling your curves and the heat between them. you were slowly losing your balance, legs weakening from his strength like he was forcing his mouth in yours. actually, he was even more forceful than usual. this is wrong but…you couldn’t resist. it was hot, so hot. it feels like you were sweating as you two exchanged smothering kisses. you never knew blade was talented with his tongue until he used it to deepen the kiss, casting around your mouth until a small drop of saliva escapes out of your lip.

“you would like that, yeah?” the male in front of you muttered between kisses, a grin stretched over his face. “knowing my secrets, sharing it to your associates so your mission would be complete. you’re desperate to know too, correct?” he just knew the buttons to press to make you jolt in his touch. an exchange where instead of hurting him and force him to answer your questions regarding of the info you needed to report to your boss, maybe doing this was better. you’re a virgin after all. a small muffled whimper escapes out of your throat, trying to push him away but blade had already pinned both of your arms above your head—his grip on them strong. he chuckles in the kiss when he notices you struggling for air with your eyes tight shut. he pulls away, along with a small string of saliva connecting between your lips. you could finally breathe again as you pant hard. blade thinks the sight in front of him was fucking delicious, you acting so helpless and weak.

you see your husband licking his lip, right before leaning close again. “good girl, y/n. let’s kiss more, can we…?”

“i…”

“what’s that, dearest?”

you bit your bottom lip, fists tightening on his chest. flashbacks of your co-workers calling you pure, naive, artless…it was time for you to try something new, something you’ve never done before that everyone has already been through as young adults, or even teenagers. him giving you this opportunity to know such crucial data, if in exchange for your body. it was a better deal than earlier.

besides, you wanted to thank him.

it was a terrible decision to rub your thighs together; thinking blade wouldn’t notice (but he did). because of this, his pupils darken, something similar to the look of his eye whenever he was on assassin mode. “i wouldn’t do that if i were you, dearest..” blade spoke, already beginning to feel drunk on that desire that rushes through his veins. “you’re making this harder for me.”

“i’m…”

blade hums in reply to your short words, finger under your chin before you finished your sentence. you just needed the right string to pull off the trigger. maybe this is for the best for your new world. as a spy. you’ll get that stupid title you had for the whole 7 years of working there off of your name. staring right back at blade, looking through his red eyes, you took a deep breath.

“i’m all yours, blade.”

that was all he needed to hear.

he launched towards your lips, kissing you again with fiery passion. you kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes as you two indulge yourselves in a heated make-out session for the second time. blade was rough with his kisses, as if he was going to shift his name to your mouth, claiming every air that was entering through your lips and help you breathe properly. saying those words to him were a mistake, too, blade wasn’t letting you struggle. the lipgloss you applied that evening before heading to the banquet with him smudged on his lips, tasting you and its flavor. slowly did you feel your feet levitating from the floor, before a surprised yelp comes out of your voice.

blade was carrying you now, your arms still linked around his shoulders. he went forward to your neck after, licking your collarbone up until it reaches your throat, before slowly nipping his sharp teeth at the skin. your breath shakes, abjectly looking away at the vision of blade peppering wet kisses at your sensitive neck alongside leaving visible marks to them. oh how he loves the taste of your skin, like if he was licking the sweetest treat for the first time. his hands caressed your cheek like they were made of ivory, pulling away to look at your panting face, blushing madly. he likes the look of that. “you’re still as soft..and still as sweet..” he mumbles, “i’m getting tired, so why don’t we head up now, hm?”

answering back at him won’t help since the guy was already rushing up to his bedroom with you in his arms, pushing the door open with impatience of a madman—he pulled you in yet another kiss, and a satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you both settled down on his comfy bed. the room smelled like roses, lingering with air conditioned fragrance. you could fall asleep to the relaxing atmosphere, yet blade was helping you keep awake. your neck was probably covered in marks by now, since the assassin wasn’t intending on stopping. the cold air hits your bare thighs, making you shiver twice by the temperature, and by how blade’s fingers began to slide down on your legs to the core of your heat. you gasped hard once his forefinger reaches the main fabric of your panties.

“you’re panting hard though all we did was just kissing. imagine how hard you’ll be panting once i get to shove myself in you.” he was looking down on you and your pathetic figure. how your tummy goes up and down, how your legs squished his hand that touches your panties, how your doe eyes laced with innocence looked at him when he teased you. his patience was running thin with you. god, you’re going to be the death of him. biting hard down on your thumb, you held blade’s arm, tugging on the sleeve. “i-i’ve never done this before..” you murmured, glossy eyes hypnotizing him under your spell. blade curses under his breath, pushing his hair back. you’re so damn cute, he wanted to just fuck your face but he can’t just do that. as much as he’d like to ruin you, rapture himself with your presence—he needed to be gentle with his cute virgin wife.

“yeah? well, i’ll be pleased to teach you then.” he replies, shortly before ripping your panties down to your legs. you winced once the cold air entered to your heating core, seeing small drops of impure liquid drip from your entrance to the soft fabric of your underwear. blade chuckles at your reaction. “first, i’ll teach you how to prep yourself before we get to the main part. but damn, wet already? all we did was share kisses, dearest.”

a pout forms over your face with the sudden teasing, making you meekly cross your legs in order to hide. blade however, didn’t like this attitude you give him. “don’t, i’m observing..” was all he says, his eyes scanned down to your leaking cavern like a hunter tracking down its next meal. you felt frail under his ravening gaze, hands curling into fists while you whined of the way his other hand rubbed over your thighs, earnestly—under all the touch of his black gloves. “i-its embarrassing, don’t look at it like tha—ah!”

his hand worked like magic, gloved fingers propped over your aching entrance as he gave it a rub. that alone was already enough to make your jolt from the comfy sheets of the bed, a loud gasp erupting out of your mouth. blade began to starve from eagerness, pulling his glove out of his hands using his teeth, before his now naked hands continued to toy with your puffy clit; glistening like a gem on his hands. the new feeling sends all kinds of electrical waves throughout your body—pleasure from heaven that shoots just where you liked it. holy shit, this felt good. no wonder some of your co-workers told how you were ‘missing out’ on some of your opportunities to sleep with some of your targets.

the way his hands rubbed circles around your entrance was sending shockwaves and new emotions that coil up inside of your stomach. this was such a nice feeling, you didn’t want him to stop. you hear blade chuckle, “relax, honey..” he whispers, dark and smooth like velvet. his eyes were glued to yours, watching your every reaction and every breath that comes out of your mouth. he didn’t want to miss a single one of it. “you’re so pretty..i can’t wait another minute..” he had a tight grip over your thighs, fingers soaked from kneading your hole in circles. though, he was curious; and also wanted to give you a new experience..

you were disappointed when the feeling of his stroking his fingers on your clit stopped, looking at him with a hopeless look on your face. blade smiles, right before as he shoves you down more on the bed, his fingers entering your narrow entrance. you let out a satisfied cry, back arched up. now that was even more better. hell, that was already enough to sends a current down on your body, you looked so pretty when you whine. “why do you look like that? have you never fucked yourself with your fingers before?” he questions, and you shook your head. he whistles, “heh. you really were missing out. fuck, what a tight one. and this is just with my fingers,” blade slightly flicks his tongue over your mouth, pinning your arm above your head while his fingers began to pump in and out of your cute pussy, squelching noises echoing inside of the room. sweet melodies came out of your throat, sounding like music to your husband’s ears. oh how he wished he could record you right now.

“you look gorgeous crying my name like that, dearest.”

you bit your bottom lip, closing your eyes as you try to just focus on the pleasure he was giving you. his fingers dig deeper to a spot you wanted him the most—prodding closer to your release. you moaned out his name, your white knuckled hands gripped the sheet, the tension in your muscles growing as you held yourself to remain still. “b-blade…!”

“what’s wrong? afraid you like it?” the corners of blade’s mouth twitched upward still in a mischievous grin. slowly did your hips begin to bounce over his drenched digits, silencing your pleasured sighs by biting down hard on your finger as the continuous resonance of your moist cunt being played by his fingers filled the room’s walls. it was as a clear as day you’re inexperienced, so that’s why he thinks this was a perfect time. blade notices how your euphoric essence followed through his rhythm, seeming amused he let you be to pleasure yourself on him, trying his best to ignore his aching cock underneath the fabric of his pants—the sight of you acting like a bitch in heat is forbidding him from doing so however. your moans went louder when you felt his fingers curl inside your clit like it was an instrument, hearing his manic chuckle as he watches you squirm and tremble.

it was lewd. small gasps escapes your lips, trying to cut the knot that’s tied inside of your belly. a wave of intensity runs through your skin as you closed your eyes shut; feeling that closeness almost approaching from your core. good, it felt so good you could almost float on how his fingers did its job. blade kisses you, a groan floating out of his tongue before the coil inside of you was finally cut, and you feel your high dripping down on your legs. you cried loudly into the kiss, before pulling away, panting deeply. the space that lives inside of your head was filled with smoke, mindless into the gaze of the eyes with shades of red. it hasn't even been closer to 5 minutes when your husband began to finger your pure pussy, yet your first orgasm rushed through you like a huge tide. and shit, it felt great. a drool slipped past your lips while catching your breath; meanwhile the smirking assassin on the other hand was chucking as he collected a small amount of your impurity on his long digits, before taking a taste. you blushed madly upon seeing how his red hues widen at the flavor of your arousal.

as he parted his tongue off from his fingers, a small string of saliva followed by. that was fucking hot. "dearest...you taste fucking divine, y'know that?" he tells you like a beast after his thirst was quenched. "what an honor to be your first person to teach you all about this. now that you know how fucking on fingers feel like, next..." the male instantly moves away from your side, roughly gripping hard on both of your thighs before kneeling on the floor right in front of the mattress—predatory gaze meeting your slick pussy. his hot breath fans over core, before planting a quick kiss over at the sensitive area. you squirmed. "for this next one, let me teach you what fucking on my tongue feels like..." you weren't even finished resting from your previous orgasm and he was already prepping you for round 2. this man is going to slaughter you...

at a leisurely pace did he flailed his tongue out of his lips, before he licks a long stripe at your aching cunt. your back arched, a mewl spilled off from your throat, eyes shut tight as your legs moved on its own. sheepishly wrapping around his neck to pull him closer to your core, your hands tugging on his hair. it felt like a whole new feeling, his warm wet tongue navigating to your area—creating new sinful noises to come out of your lips. your breath became quicker, being filled with greediness and filth.

your body quivers as blade began to eat you out, much more faster than before. your liquids hovering on his tongue as animalistic growls erupts from his throat, hand gripping more harsh on your thighs, leaving finger marks in the process as his mouth sucks on your bud like it was his last meal. your thoughts began to melt in pleasure, cries of satisfaction being the only sound along with the continuous laps of blade's mouth feasting over your core, gripping down onto your thigh fat like a madman begging to be choked between your legs.

there was another knot building up over your stomach in no time when blade's mouth reached a certain spot in you, causing you to arch your back upwards, covering the sudden yelp you let out in surprise. his mouth began to lick on that inexorable spot that he had discovered, smirking before sucking every fiber out of you. how vulgar the noises his tongue made while he fucks you with his mouth. you began to see stars, heaven sent euphoria from above that this type of lust that boils within you made you feel like a whole new different person. it was sending new flares within the contact of touches he did, your body grinding on his handsome face—the cushions of the bed below being soaked by your spilling arousal from earlier. that same flare began to engulf more into a more intense heat, feeling your second wave of orgasm incoming while fucking yourself on his warm tongue.

blade had a now tyrannical grip on your thighs, pinning you in place while drowning in your overflowing fluids that started to spill little by little from your satiated cunt. the ongoing sensations of seraphic emotions crawling to the tips of his toes, poorly grinding himself at nothing. the sheets were steadily threading apart from the nails of your fingers, brain fixating at the man beneath you. his groans had been more vocal now, tongue leisurely sliding over your wet folds, while you were here fighting for your life to not cum on his face out of nowhere. how cute you are, weeping with pure tears running down your cheeks. it felt that good? poor girl, there there now...this will finish soon. he just needs to hear you.

"y/n...let me hear you, dearest." his feast over your folds stopped when he spoke, wiping the liquid that fell down his chin with his thumb. you whined, legs prying to make him continue by pulling him closer, feeling vulnerable. he likes the look of that. "p-please...blade.."

"that's not the name we agreed on when we signed that marriage contract now, did we?" blade was definitely teasing you, pressing small pecks on your thigh to taunt you more. it was adorable of how you didn't realize how your eyes were molded in the lustful shapes of hearts, panting heavy as you tried to grind your face back on his hot mouth. with this new reaction of yours, he’ll make sure to take not on how to tease you. he backs away a little with a grin, softly caressing your legs wrapped around his shoulders. "if you want me to keep going, then say my name, dearest. my real name." the heat between your legs was too hard to ignore now, igniting up like blade was your fuel to the fire. it was painful to resist, including when you were already feeling so needy. you took a sharp breath, shifting your position as you locked eyes with the male, looking right at you. "r-ren...please..p-please keep going.."

"so obedient..." he finally muses, before fully shoving his tongue inside your folds. you folded back, hands roughly tugging on his hair as your legs kicked the air from behind, pitiful screams pushed past your lips as you feel the release almost coming of you. you hopelessly grinded on his face, pleas of his name spilling out of you like a mantra as he slowly devoured your clit. he holds you down, laughing between each suck he did on your cunt, right before pushing you over to the edge. whimpers of his name reached his ears like a symphony along with his soft groans, drinking your juices as you came down on your second orgasm. your body heaved, breathless, sweat dripping down your forehead in each breath you took. your thighs were covered with your wetness, with blade licking off your arousal from your folds before pulling away. if you could only take a good look at yourself now, you wouldn't wonder why blade was wearing a proud grin over his face.

the sight of you looking a mess, ruined, and spilled with your fluids. your hair was messy, strands up over your face as for your dress was a wreck. his cock hurt...you were ready now, so why need to hold back? your husband hovered against your figure for a moment, then leaning in to your lips and kissing you affectionately, giving a free taste of yourself that spread on his mouth. the both of you moaned in the kiss, blade sneaking his tongue in your mouth in order to hear more of you, audible growls mixed with your winsome whines. that was when you felt something hard poke beneath your leg, his hips rocking against your naked thigh as the both of you exchanged wet kisses. pulling away, blade lays his forehead against yours, "don't taste too bad, yeah? i think i'm gonna grow addicted to eating you out now."

your slapped his arm, and he chuckles darkly, moving away. it seems you were quite quick to take a breath even after going through two orgasms already, and both of which still hasn’t done with his dick. his eyes looked different than before—as if they were now injected with ecstasy. "now, onto the final one.."

your eyes darted towards blade as he slowly took his black coat off of his attire, his arms pushing back to remove the dressing alongside his black loose tie that hung messily around his neck, all while gazing at you with an intoxicating look. you gulped a small lump that was stuck between your throat, cheeks flaring as you watched him take upper clothing off, revealing the bandage patched to where he was (kind of) shot. "you're looking at me so intensely..like what you see?" he coos, and you looked away, feeling bashful when he called you out. this wasn't the first time that you had seen him shirtless, the both of you often almost ended up having sex if it weren't for you acting so endearing underneath him, the feeling of wanting to ruin your innocence leaving his body whenever he'd see you on that state.

yet now, the male felt like he had the strength to ravage your perfect body. hands sliding up to grope on your plush breasts in awe. he leans down, nipping the soft nape of your lovebite-covered neck; his fingers teases your nipples, dragging his tongue up till it reaches the shell of your ear, whispering words drugged with filth and vileness. your mind was hazy, from the previous bursts you let out from pleasure you couldn't really think straight. when the perception of your eyesight changed when you saw that same tent moving in his pants. it weighed down, catching your attention. naively did you reached for the bump in his pants, and softly rubbed on it, feeling how hard he is. blade groans when your fingers prodded on his clothed erected dick, slowly stopping from fondling your breasts as he gave in the pleasure you’re sending him. you can feel him shudder from above you. "fuck...you just—o-oh fuck..yeah, just like that. keep doing that, dearest.." he whimpered, hiding his face against your neck.

you moved your head to turn to blade, your fingers went forward to touching him while you timidly question if what you were doing was alright, you’ve never done this before after all. blade’s face was burning with carnal passion, sweat falling off his face. you stammered, “l-like this..?”

“yeah..n-ngh…p-put your thumb…rub your thumb over—hold on…”

you examined how blade impatiently takes his pants off, along with his dark-toned undergarments before his long shaft sprang to life, bumping into his toned tummy as it faced directly at you. heart pumping loudly in your chest, e/c pupils wide open as you realize his size…he was big, drops of pre-cum already leaking from his red angry tip while you lay there, astounded. you weren’t sure if he was going to fit. no seconds passed when blade took a hold of your hand, taking your fingers to wrap around his dick with your thumb kneading over the tip. “rub your thumb over here…and pump your hands up and down..” he teaches you, and you did just that. your breath stutters, looking at the navy haired male on top of you and how he started to groan in infatuation when you began pumping his cock. a surprised look latched on your face when you see him thrusting his hips up a bit in your hands, his palms still on your tits right until he brings his mouth to latch on one of your nipples.

the two of you let out your voices laced with lechery, voices producing tainted sounds as blade continued to fuck your hand while he sends you sweet bliss by sucking on your cute breasts, swirling his tongue over your areola as the other twirls his fingers around your nipple. tiny tears of his fluid started to flow down over your palm while you jerked him off, signalling how he’s close. the bed’s head bumped against the wall, loud creaking noises from its legs echoed in the bedroom. his semen covered your hand, little by little did his release came close right before blade pulls your hand away from his shaft, while also pushing himself away from your breasts. you innocently tilted your head, bewildered. he looks a little disappointed.

“don’t wanna cum just yet, pretty…wanna…do that now..” he says, despite already almost on the verge of cumming from your hand. pressing a small kiss on your cheek, the male tugs your dress down, taking a good view of your upper chest.

he thinks you’re pretty. he knows you’re pretty, blade always knows that, even after seeing you for the first time to whatever bullshit mission your organization got you into. but, he thinks you’re even more prettier without clothes.

how your body sculpted perfectly against his touch, lingering fragrance of your perfume and the scent of your hair had always been driving him mad alone. your body was a figure sculpted by angels and goddesses, your dress was completely ruined as it slides down your shoulders (so much for buying an expensive party clothing for a banquet that’s planned to be destroyed) all of you, just for him—a blessing. you were displayed like a gift. blade has always fantasized having you sprawled on the mattress of his bedroom like this, looking so helpless and begging to be fucked by him. oh, how god was on his side this day when his fantasies were finally happening, like a dream coming true.

blade was stunned once you brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing his face like a real wife would do to her husband. bounded to this contract for a mission, like a forced arrangement. however, there were no forces, and he just..really loves you. he blames himself for not meeting you any sooner, but that didn’t matter now; you’re here, underneath his figure, acting like you didn’t just scream his name while you came two times. fondly, as he gazed with devotion, blade held your hand that nuzzled on his warmth, tilting his head to the side. his hair falls down his gorgeous face.

“are you ready?” a question comes up, pushing your thighs apart, making the cold air hit your bare pussy that was shown to him. blade reached out for a packet of protection over the lamp next to the bed, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it in with ease over his length. was that condom there in the first place? you didn’t know. he stroked himself a few times, gliding the tip against your swollen cunt. he wasn’t even in, yet your were trembling as you nodded.

“then, take a deep breath.”

you didn’t take note that what he said was actually warning.

no words were left to escape past your lips, replacing with a high pitched gasp as he gently inches into your cavern. fuck, he was big, it stings bad. he was absolutely right when he said to take a deep breath, the thickness of his shaft was killing you. your back arched up, already ripping off the sheets from his bed as blade’s head rested on your shoulder, surprised by your tightness. it was sucking in, getting to know each one’s heat as the two of you laid there for a while to adjust to his size.

“ fuck, just as i expected..”

“ ‘s so much…so full..”

you were basically almost sobbing at his length throbbing inside of you, making you wiggle your hips and push more down. shit, shit, shit, this felt good…you were seeing fucking stars, you were clawing down on the sheets, panting with that sinful voice of yours. blade notices this eagerness from you, and to him that was a sign for him to start moving.

with a slow pace, he looks down over at your figure, toying around with your tits as he begins to snap his hips to yours. the bed too began to creak, small squeaking sounds of his bed as blade slowly fell into the pleasure of your pussy clamping down on him. this seraphic occurrence you both were in, lost in each other’s touch and desire were like the world was nothing. tainted sounds of moaning and soft grunts and groans filled the room like an opera. your vision was clouded with passion, his face grinning down over your body like you were a goddess.

slowly and slowly, he starts to move his hips a little more faster, forcing you to follow through his rhythm, making sure your cunny can take in as much as it can. this was the moment, blade found your g-spot like a fucking bloodhound. the male smirks, now snapping his hips forward faster. that same sensitive area brought you to tears, going louder as both of your hands clawed down on his back, leaving visible marks as a reminder how he was hitting the good spots. the bed was hitting the wall behind you so hard, you thought it was about to break.

“ah! r-ren..!”

“don’t worry, i—fuck…i got you…”

it was filthy, the way he pushes his tongue down your lips to muffle your cute moans as he pounds his hips into you. he was in so deep…the tip was practically hitting on your cervix repeatedly like a cycle. it was like this man wasn’t almost injured at all. you couldn’t think of anything else..nothing else but the shape he’s leaving in your insides with just his dick was going to corrupt your head. you forgot what you came here for, fuck the mission.

“you’re so beautiful, dearest..crying my name like that..does it feel good?”

you nodded your head, tugging on his hair as he chuckles darkly. another knot in your stomach began to build up in no time, legs kicking the air as blade continued to ruthlessly ram himself in your tight pussy with a satisfied grin. you’re sure by the end of the day your legs would be sore, and you have to rest. so much for a first time, blade wasn’t giving you any vanilla in the house. you couldn’t believe you were doing this in exchange for information. he better keep his fucking promise.

he’s fucking into you like beast, lips kissing your breast before he hisses down over your bottom lip, “i’m not gonna fucking last…you’re driving me insane, woman..”

“r-ren please…feels so good…i’m..”

“yeah? me too, don’t worry…wanna see you covered…” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he was cut off with a groan, feeling his rod throbbing hard it was aching for a release. blade laughs. “all covered like a mess…is that ok, dearest? would you let your husband do that?” he questions so innocently like he wasn’t fucking you hard you’re seeing white. not thinking straight, you nodded like a helpless maiden, hands wrapped around his neck as you moaned, small drool spilling past your lips. “y-yes..please…”

“oh fuck..”

blade feels your release spill in the condom, hearing you mewl so loud in ecstasy it covers his own moans and grunts. oh god, your voice..it was so naughty, he couldn’t help it. he wasn’t showing any mercy to your pussy after that as blade now abused your poor cunt by going even more faster, not giving you time to recover from your precious orgasm. he groans next to your ear, saying your name before he bit on your earlobe. you squealed, the bed almost moving in a different direction. it took a while before the male pulls out, removes the rubber and spilled all over your stomach, some of the fluid landing on your face. it was a little upsetting how he didn’t get to cum inside of you, yet he’ll save that for future sessions..

the two of you lied there, panting heavily like you both just the ran a marathon. his head rested down on your shoulder, giving small kisses over your collarbone as you catch your breath. it feels icky, the cum on your stomach that he made…he came quite a lot.

“how’s that for a first time…?”

you opened your eyes to see blade gazing so lovingly at you like a prince. pouting, you pinched his arm, making him flinch. “you spilled all over me…”

“i asked if i can, you said i could.”

“i-i wasn’t listening properly..!”

“were you that into it?”

your face turns crimson, turning your head away. for a few moments, blade moves closer before giving you a short kiss on the lips, before he pulls away and removes the saliva off your chin with his thumb. you’re adorable, he knows you’re adorable..

“now then, what is it you’d like to know about me?”

oh..right. the exchange he made.

“huh? oh..! u-uhm..”

“did i fucked your brains out so hard you can’t remember?”

you had to hide your face with your palms because of how vulgar he said those words with a devilish grin. now you know why your boss wanted to know about this man.

he was indeed very mysterious. and charming perhaps.

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Sidelines ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Best friends since university, Yoongi has always been the first one rushing to your side. But when you fall into his arms after, yet again, another heartbreak, Yoongi reaches his breaking point.

Pairing: best friend!yoongi x fem!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, friends2lovers, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: cursing, impulsive confession, sexual content, also reader's true feelings are left a bit open ended

Sexual warnings: dom!Yoongi, slight brat!sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't follow thier lead!), begging, spanking, penetration, f*ngering, cunn*lingus, t*t play, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (princess), slight degradation (b*tch)

Now playing: Love The Way You Lie, Infinity, Escapism+

A/N: Had this idea for a while so when I tell you I sprinted through this oneshot, I SPRINTED. I had so much fun writing this and it’s def going in my personal favorites even though it may be a bit melodramatic and short. Enjoy! 💞

Yoongi stares at his phone–waiting.

Waiting for your name to pop on the screen.

Waiting for your shaky voice to ring through the phone, asking to come over.

Waiting for you to throw yourself into him in desperation to be held.

It should happen anytime now. Why haven’t you called yet? He’s thinking about making the first move but no. That would look too suspicious.

"Dude, you gotta tell her.” Namjoon looks at his friend with deep compassion. He’s known Yoongi since college. Knows the type of heart he carries in his chest. It’s beautifully devoted, warm, and open. But this time…this time it’s too much.

"It's not my place Joon,” Yoongi rasps. “I made a promise.

Yoongi thinks back to the day he met you. It was a cool autumn morning and you were poking around every brick building, nearly walking in circles. It was clear you were searching for something. Turns out it was the dining hall, which was no easy task to find with the campus being the size it was. You were a transfer student and being a recent transfer himself, Yoongi gladly walked you over. That became the first of many memories you’d share together.

Late study nights where you’d fall asleep on his shoulder. Stealing his sweatshirt with a devious yet playful smile. Always having not one pack of gum, but three in your bag. You loved gum for some odd reason. By senior year, Yoongi missed those days most and he wanted more than anything to tell you that a peice of himself was with you. How could he tell you though when you had begun spending every night with the captain of the hockey team? No, he wasn’t going to get in the way.

But he really should have. Heartbreak number one came when you found out your lovely hockey boyfriend had his tongue down some chick’s throat at a frat party. You’re kicking yourself for ever bawling your eyes over that jerk. Perhaps more pressing however is that Yoongi knew your boyfriend wasn’t a great guy. He even tried dropping hints that you ought to be careful with him but you didn’t listen. Despite everything, Yoongi was still the first to show up beside you that day. You won’t forget it.

Now four years out of university, you have a new man of the year who is, for the first time, genuine. Or at least that’s what you think. Yoongi knows otherwise. Just the other day he overheard said boyfriend planning to break up with you. When Yoongi stepped out to confront him, your boyfriend begged that he be the one to tell you. Yoongi promised he wouldn’t say anything which is what brings him to this very moment now.

"You can't keep doing this,” Namjoon urges. “Being her saving grace, her constant shoulder to cry on. It's not fair especially when–”

"She's my friend. I'd do it for you too."

“Bullshit. You’re still in love with her and she doesn’t even think twice about it. She still thinks of you as her older brother.”

“So let her think of me that way. A friend, an older brother…I can't turn my back on her after all this time. I won't."

“All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her.”

The truth in Namjoon’s words stings, pricks like thorns. Yoongi wishes they didn’t but the tensing of his muscles and the heat steadily climbing the back of his neck were clear signs that he couldn't repulse them.

“It’s too late for–__!”

Yoongi's eyes instantly gravitate to his cell vibrating against the coffee table. He snatches it in seconds, bringing it to his ear.

“Yoongi! I–he….Yoongi he ended it with me," you say, voice cracking. Though not in front of him, Yoongi could see the tears trickling down your cheeks. He could feel the sunkenness deep in your heart. He shared this pain with you many times before and it burned stronger each time. "I'm shocked. I didn’t think…I’m sorry I’m having trouble thinking and–and speaking. Yoongi, please, please can I come over? Or can you come here? I know it's late but I just really need to be with someone right now.”

Yoongi turns his gaze to Namjoon who mouths the words 'don't' but he can't bring himself to agree. It goes against his nature and his devotion to you. Maybe his friend is right and you'll only ever see him platonically. One thing's for sure though–he can't lose you.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay there." Yoongi grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and bolts out the door.

"That jerk!" You splash cold water on your face, hoping it will clear your mascara-smudged face. Yoongi was about to come over and you looked like an absolute wreck. He couldn't see you like this again.

Quickly, you rush to your dresser and pull out a less wrinkled t-shirt and lounge pants. You head downstairs next to tidy up the space. You may or may not have had a tiny outrage after your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, told you he was leaving you. Yoongi couldn't see that either.

While cleaning your eyes prick with tears again. It hadn't registered to you now but there were reminders of your ex everywhere. Little gifts he'd given you. Pictures of the two of you on random excursions. How could he do this to you? You harden your face and stomp to the kitchen, searching for something big and black.

You start tossing everything in the garbage bag. Pictures, cards, trinkets, stuffed animals–it all went. And it felt good. It dried your tears. As you make your way around the room, you're suddenly stopped in your purge. A small smile breaks on your face when you see the gift Yoongi got you for graduation. It was a double picture frame with a vibrant orange leaf sealed inside. One photo was of you and Yoongi the first year you'd met. The other was the two of you on graduation day. Yoongi put this together to commemorate your friendship. He's still your day one, you sigh. Four years and he's still here to help you pick up the pieces.

"___!"

Thumpthumpthump

"It's me, open the door," Yoongi gruffs from the hallway. You drop the garbage bag and immediately stride over. You pat yourself down before letting him in.

"Yoongi, hi."

Yoongi takes your invitation and paces inside. "Bit of spring cleaning __?" Of course the garbage bag is the first thing he sees. You fiddle with your hands unsure what to say. "I'm sorry ___. He didn't deserve you."

You bury your face in his shoulder, biting back the growing temptation to cry. Yoongi brings you into a closer embrace. His arms hold firmly around your own shoulders. "Thank you for coming. I know it's late so I understand if you can't stay long."

"I'm here as long as you need." Yoongi pauses, recalling your brief conversation earlier on the phone. "You know you can cry around me ___."

"I'm f–"

"Fine?" Yoongi loosens his grip to look at you. "The clothes, the dried tears, the giant garbage bag in the living room? Needing someone to be here because you don't want to be alone tonight. What part is fine? Because I'm not. Neither are you." His thumb gently strokes your shoulders, soothing your tensed muscles. "So if you need to cry, yell, whatever. Do it."

Wetness caresses your cheeks again and this time you don't wipe them away. "Why does this keep happening?" Your voice cracks as you peer into your best friend's eyes. "They never love me. No one ever does."

His dark eyes soften and you nearly see them glass over through your own tear-filled eyes. You search Yoongi's face for a response but all Yoongi can hear is the echo of Namjoon's words – "All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her".

Yoongi is silent for a moment, mauling over what his friend said. You see him hesitating for the first time in a while. "So–so why do you choose them?" He chokes.

You're a little stunned. This isn't how this usually goes. If you didn't know any better you'd think there was an accusatory tone in your best friend's question. It's unnatural and you're slow to reply.

"Because..."

Yoongi stands still, concentrated on you.

"I don't know. Because they seem kind? And I want to give them a chance."

That's it? Yoongi isn't sure he's hearing you right. Surely there would be more to it. He expected so. Before he's able to retract the words they're already out. "Then what am I? I've never had a chance."

Reflexively, you push away from him. No. No this isn't happening. You must have misheard. "What do you mean?"

"From someone, I mean. No one ever given me the chance to be with them like that so you're very...uh very open." Lies. You're lying again, Yoongi thinks. But look how she broke away from you?

"Oh, I thought you meant...."

You know what? Screw it. Namjoon's right–"You're not turning your back on her by being honest".

"I did." He clenches his fists. "I meant it exactly how you interpret it. I–I love you. And if it isn't love it's damn close."

Your heart drops, mind scatters in twisted directions. You've heard of friends growing feelings for each other before but you never thought–why now? After four years of being next to each other and going out with all those guys. Why didn't he say anything? And when did it happen? Did he always feel this way? Oh my god.

"Sorry, I panicked," Yoongi continues. "But those guys you go out with? They don't care about you like I do. Every time they hurt you it makes me want to scream 'I'm here if you see us as anything more'. But I'm terrified to lose you ___. That's why I kept it to myself."

"Yoongi I–I don't know if..." You stop seeing his heavy eyes. You don't want to break his heart but you can't tell what you're feeling. You never took the time to think of him in these terms. But one thing was for sure. You walk up to Yoongi and take hold of his hand. "You'll never lose me. Do you hear me? You're my best friend and I could never let you go."

"But did you hear me?" Yoongi squeezes your hand. "I love you ___. I don't expect it to be reciprocated so...."

"We can try." Without thinking you close the distance between your best friend. You move to press a soft kiss to his lips but Yoongi lunges backwards.

"Please don't," he says. "You don't need to force yourself ___. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't supposed to be about me tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. This is about us now, our friendship. I'm glad you told me and to be honest, I'm not saying no. I'm saying we can try."

Yoongi sighs and leans on the back of your couch, arms crossed and eyes downward. "You just got out of a relationship ___."

"Yeah so? We were only together for a few months. I don't even think I loved him."

"But you could have with more time."

You join Yoongi next to the couch. "I mean sure maybe if he didn't break up with me."

"___. Don't you see?" Yoongi turns his face towards yours. "We've had four years together. I don't want you to try to love me, I want you to love me naturally. Like I do. And if, after four years you don't then I don't want to put that kind of pressure on you."

"You're not pressuring me to do anything. You've always been there for me through everything and i care very deeply for you. Maybe I haven't thought of you as more than a friend because I didn't let myself to. Maybe I was too caught up in everyone else that I just..." You pause, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"What if we try and nothing changes? Or something happens and we break each other," Yoongi interrupts. "We'll never recover."

"Do you have that little faith in us?" You place a hand on his other shoulder, turning his whole body around. "Because I don't. Perhaps you're right that something might happen that makes things complicated. But I know we won't let it get out of hand. In fact, something beautiful might come out of this. Don't you want to find out?"

He does. Of course, he does. But was this how you really felt? "You were really upset earlier," he says. "I don't want to cloud your judgment, especially after what happened."

You lean into him closer, lips hovering over his. "I don't care about that anymore. All I care about is my best friend and I really, really want to give this a chance."

Yoongi searches for any hesitation. It's hard to do when you're mere inches from him. He's tempted to lean forward and close the distance completely– to say yes. So you do it for him.

You weave your hands through Yoongi's silky dark hair and press a firm kiss to his lips. He's disoriented at first but like a tidal wave, everything he's been holding back rushes out as he moves harder against you. You feel his hands travel down to the small of your back and snake around your waist. A tongue finds its way inside your mouth next. It dances with yours in a fiery passion. Your body burns up with every touch, every kiss. It's a foreign feeling but you welcome it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoongi murmurs.

You give a faint smile and take his hand. "There's no one I'd rather do this with." You guide him down the hall and into your bedroom. Yoongi pulls you into another kiss, this time resting a pair of cool hands underneath the fabric of your t-shirt. You moan softly into the kiss and pull the t-shirt over your head.

"I'd tell you that you look beautiful but you already know that." Yoongi traces up your sides and along the band of your bra. It tickles for a moment but then you remember who you're with, where you are, and what you're doing.

"Not so fast," you pull back from his grasp and eye his covered chest. Yoongi picks up on your signal and rids himself of his shirt, revealing his smooth, tan torso. You've seen him shirtless before but when did he get so muscular?

With lust-blown eyes, you're pushed on your back next, sinking into your mattress. Yoongi hovers above you. A light peck is placed on your collarbone before moving to the valley between your neck and shoulder.

"Yoongi."

"Mm?"

"How long have you loved me?" Yoongi open-mouth kisses the ridge of your neck. You close your eyes, anticipating his response. "When did you know?"

"Last year of university when you started going out with that jackass on the hockey team." Yoongi lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. "What did you ever see in him? I thought you said you give the kind ones chances, not asses like him."

You nibble on your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck playfully. "Oh no, him? He was just hot. I wasn't really thinking very much when we got involved...if you know what I mean?" You raise an eyebrow but yelp when Yoongi digs his hands behind you to unhook your bra. He snaps the lacy fabric off the rest of your body and throws it on the ground.

"Yeah?" Yoongi gruffs. Well, who's little bitch are now? Answer me." He gives your left nipple a tug. You feel a wetness gather between your legs but it wasn't from the stimulation of your nipple. It was his tone, his demeanor. Yoongi never talked like this and it made all the hairs on your body stand.

"Are you–jealous?"

"Wrong answer princess." Yoongi pinches your nipple again. "I'll ask you again, who's bitch are you?"

"No ones." You flip the man over and straddle his waist. "Who's bitch are you?"

Yoongi growls and gives you a hard slap on your ass. When you let out a moan, the man underneath goes feral–riveting with desire. You're thrown on your back again with legs spread apart. Yoongi waits for your nod before yanking your pants off, along with your panties. He does the same to himself, cock hardening in your view. Fuck, you curse to yourself. You had no idea what he was packing until now.

Yoongi settles between your thighs and stares you dead straight in the eye. "We're gonna have a little competition princess. I'm gonna eat you out and if you finish without begging to have my cock then I'll be your bitch. Deal?"

You swallow hard and nod. Who knew your best friend was this nasty. "Deal," you reply, widening your legs. Yoongi smirks and runs a cool finger along your slit. You feel the pit of your core tighten upon contact but keep a straight face. "I thought you were eating me–fuck!"

Yoongi pushes in, breaching your walls as far as he could with his finger. He adds a second in after two pumps, focusing on your reaction. "There's something you should know ___." He begins circling his thumb on your clit, causing your head to throw back in the process. "I don't like brats. So if this was any other time, I'd probably already be fucking your tight, wet pussy. But it's our first time together." Yoongi retracts his fingers instantly, soaked with your cum. "I'll go easy on you."

"Shit." You claw at the sheets. Yoongi licks a long stripe up your folds, dipping between ever so often just to see your hips jolt. His hands dig into your inner thighs, driving your senses wild. "Ah! Yoongi!"

"Need to come princess?"

You struggle to reply, bringing a hand up to latch on his hair. "I–ah–I'm not even close-close yet!"

Hearing your response, Yoongi thrusts his fingers back in, creating a steady rhythm with his tongue. "Fuckfuckfuck!" you curse, knot twisting inside you. You feel Yoongi smirk that same cocky smirk from earlier as he continues eating you out. "Yoongi, I'm close now!"

"Are you? Beg for my cock and I'll let you come."

What the actual fuck? "You're such-ah-a cheater! Well I'm not gonna–fuck! Please, please I need to come."

No response.

"Okay...okayokay. Please, Yoongi, can I have your cock?" You immediately come, tightening your hold on his hair. "Oh my god Yoongi, you're so evil fuck!" You give him a slap on the chest once you release. Yoongi grins down at you and catches your wrist.

"Who's bitch are you?" Slowly, he crawls further up your body, pinning your arm above your head. He grabs your other arm and places it on top of the other. "Are you really not gonna say it?"

"Yours. I'm yours, Yoongi."

"Damn straight you are. Now keep them there." He squeezes your wrists together before placing his hands on either side of your head. He bends down and gives you a passionate kiss. "You really are beautiful ___. Are you still sure you wanna do this?"

"Please."

Yoongi caresses your check, aligns himself with your entrance, and pushes in. Your mouth falls wide, but nothing comes out for a moment. Once you adjust, you give a slight nod.

"Fuck." Yoongi moves inside you, penetrating through your velvety walls. Your eyes roll upwards as his close shut. "Oh god, Yoongi–faster please," you breathe.

Yoongi pushes deeper in you, his length pulling in and out of your hole at a rhythmic pace. Beads of sweat form along his forehead and your around your neck. You let out a loud moan once feeling the cord within you wind up again. Yoongi soon feels it too, quickening his speed.

"I can't believe we're doing this-ah shit!"

Your hands, struggling to stay down, jolt with every thrust. You look deep into Yoongi's eyes, his staring straight back into yours. You're both grinning too, like idiots really. "Me neither. But I'm glad we are."

Yoongi kisses you again. It's sloppier than before but you couldn't care less. "You're gonna come soon mm? Because I know I am. This pussy is so tight-fuck-it's basically swallowing my cock. Brat like you love this shit don't you?"

You laugh and rustle through his hair but your arm is pinned back down. Yoongi starts moving inside you as fast and hard as he can, breasts bouncing against his muscular chest. He so close and so are you. "Asked you a question princess."

Your back arches as he fucks into you. "Yes-yes we do! Fuck, I'm gonna come. If it doesn't happen now it'll–"

"Come for me __." Yoongi pushes himself into you one last time before both of you finish, gasping for breath. You feel his length pull out of you shortly after.

Side by side now, hot and sweaty, Yoongi looks at you. "What the fuck did we just do?"

You grin and leap on part of his chest. "We're giving us a chance."

"By starting with sex?" Yoongi throws an arm around you. "Let's do this properly and go on a date tomorrow."

You giggle and bury your head in his shoulder. Goof. Maybe, this does have a real chance of working out. "Okay," you whisper.

A/N: Thanks for stopping by! As always, lmk your thoughts. See ya! 💞

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hunnieknight · 9 months

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"Ruined" (NSFW)

Note : no art

afab reader, sub reader, there is Mona here, face riding, cunn/lling/s hate s/x, SAGAU, self aware, SELF INDULGE

Note : i hate Mona

MINOR DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

18 plus

You hate Mona.

"I hate you"

No you don't

"I fucking hate you!"

I love you too

Hatred keeps coming out of your drooling lips above, while your bottom lip below just drooling in ecstasy and arousal.

After losing Mona again to your 50/50 and got her C3, you angrily took her to your teapot, pushed her into the house, shoved her to the bed, crawled so your pussy is right on top of her mouth and just start riding her to take your anger out.

Mona ,on the other hand, is in bliss from your 'punishment' to her. She already fully aware you are upset to see her, no offense taken if in the end she always be 'tortured' with eating your divine pussy out, afterall, isn't that what makes her deserve after pushing other Standards out so she could always be your 'lose' in 50/50??

She doesn't really care that you 'top up' or how many money you spent on those galaxy crystal to call the other character home, she is here, what else do you need?

Even better!Perhaps she should get her 6th Constellation so you'd never use that galaxy crystal again. Who else can play and worship your pretty cunt like her? You already spoiled by her technique in making you orgasm really good, so good in fact you aren't really upset for losing 50/50 right?

"Nnnh!F-Fuck♡...i...i hate you..."

Ahh there it is, the lip trembling which is sign you getting close. Mona look up from her position, worshipping your glistening fold from below. Your hips keep moving, using Mona's face like a fucking sex toy, a willing and skilled sex toy.

You thought you can tire her out since it can take you half an hour to orgasm, but alas, despite you 'hating' her, she is properly built with Lv20 Artifacts and Lv90 Mona, of course half an hour endurance is nothing to her. Besides, with how wet your pussy is, you need a hydro user to help right?

Your body jolted and you yelped when two of her fingers start to enter you. Mona's just drinking in your arousal and your cute noises whilst her finger curiously exploring your hole, her other hand gripping your hips to make you stay steady on her face. Her two long fingers buried deep until her knuckles, the tip of her fingers just padding around your soft inside.

Damn it! Can she just thrust her fingers already??

The dark blue haired woman make nasty loud smacking noises when she kiss your pussy's lips and your clit. Your hole keeps drooling, loving Mona's fingers in there . Oh how much hatred you have on this woman, so much hate and anger to the point you pushing yourself back to her fingers.

It's too much. You thought, overwhelmed by everything, her touch feels hot on your skin, her hair in your grip feels like tiny needle to your sensitive thighs, her breath feels too much on your pussy. You tried to get off her so you can catch a break.

But she won't budge.

"O-okay, Mona.."

"Hnn?"

Her eyes closed in bliss, half-ignoring your pleas and your squirms.

"M-mona, i will hate you for real if y-you -Fuck♡!- don't let me go-oonnhh♡!."

Bullshit.

Mona knows full well you'd never hate her, not with this pussy licking services she has been doing for you. She take a glimpse at your face.

Face flushed, lips trembling and red from you biting on it, her pale turqoise orbs met yours, eyes glassy with tears from overstimulation, your eyes quickly gripped shut.

Still 'hate' me,huh?

Alright, she will take pity on you then. You have been spending like 70+ of those galaxy crystals to call her here, so of course a bit of mercy wouldn't be too much for Mona.

She twisted both of your body so you land on your back with a thud. You panted, feeling the relief from constant pleasure from two fingers churning your inside and a tongue dancing around your sensitive clit. You glanced at Mona, her state made your body heat up more.

Mona's hair is completely disheleved. The astrologist's chin is glistening from your slick, so much of it you can see a thin thread hanging on her chin which she wiped it with the back of her hand. Mona's eyes never leave your crotch, seems fascinated of her work.

Your plush thighs spread open to show Mona your glistening pussy lips, clit hard and seems like aching for attention. Your face flushed pink, blood and heat going to your face. Lips red due to teeth biting on it to keep you grounded. Eyes hazed and seems empty, just like your brain.

Under Mona's intense stare, you slowly closing your legs trying to cover her meal.

Fuck.

"If this is how you hate me, i don't mind being your arch nemesis."

You hate Mona.

You hate her for ruining your pity.

You hate her for wasting your wished fates.

You hate her for her arrogance personality in her astrology and hydromancy.

You hate her for her materials need you to climb the walls.

You hate her for her long fingers that able to reach that spot inside of you.

You hate her for her hot tongue playing around with your clit like a kid with their candy.

You hate her for her stamina in bed making you putty in her arms.

You hate her for her knowing how to fuck you good and leave you happy and sated.

Yeah

You hate Mona .

#mona smut #mona x reader #genshin women smut #genshin women x reader #i hate her #but she is properly built #genshin x reader

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thesakuragarnet · 4 months

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Liquid Lust (Dabi X Fem! Reader)

Summary: You and Dabi get physical for the first time in your relationship, but his lack of experience doesn't mean lack of enthusiasm.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: Dabi X Fem! Villain Reader, heavy smvt, making out, 2nd person POV, swearing

Word Count: 1,278 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: p*ssy drunk Dabi and actually drunk Dabi, explicit consent, w3t and m3ssy 0ral s3x, over-the-top moaning/response, f0replay, virgin Dabi, cunn!l!ngus, over$t!mulation, c*mming in pants, dry humping, slighty submissive Dabi elements/ service t0p Dabi

lowkey inspired by a series of tweets I saw and some headcanons

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You and Dabi had been seeing each other for some time now, and it was rapidly getting apparent that things would be escalating tonight. You were laughing at the bar, enjoying one another's company, and, then, after a few shots, he was suddenly all over you. You two had kissed before, but not like this...never like this. He had picked you up, sweeping you off your feet, kissing you all the while as he walked you to his bedroom. Once inside, he slammed the door shut with his foot and set you down before flipping the lock.

In a snap, the intense kissing overwhelms you once again. Dabi's calloused hands wrap around you, one gripping at the fabric of your top at your back while the other grasps at your waist, pulling you intimately close as his tongue slips delicately into your mouth. It was longer than you expected, practically tracing every inch he could reach, dancing with your own so precisely that it made your head swim. You melt into his passionate embrace, your arms looping around his neck, drawing him in closer, softly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Dabi groans, the sound low and rumbling deep in his throat, primal and wanting. He curses under his breath, the words sounding like a suppressed moan as he kisses you again...and again...and again. His kisses are relentless, like he's starving for a taste of your flesh. He walks you backward to the bed mid-kiss, and you gasp softly when you feel yourself falling, landing on his comforter as he looms over you. Iridescent blue eyes glow in the darkness before he's on you once more, his hands cupping your cheeks as he climbs on top of you.

"Want...hah...you...hah...so...bad~" Dabi moans between heavy breaths and sloppy kisses. He's flooding your senses. The taste of his lips and the alcohol, the faint scent of charcoal and cheap cologne that he wears, the feeling of his touch exploring your body, the sounds of his needy, restrained whimpers and panting, the way his figure eclipses your vision. Dabi is everywhere.

You feel like you're floating; you've never experienced this desperate side of him. Sure, Dabi could be soft and flirtatiously gentle in your quiet moments alone together, but this was different. He wanted you...no...needed you.

His fingers find their way to the hem of your top, scrambling beneath it and finding a grip at the clasp of your bra. He pauses briefly before slurring:

"Isss this okay?"

Red tints your cheeks and warmth blooms in your heart as you nod fiercely, and Dabi needs no more convincing before he starts to struggle with the clasp. After an embarrassingly awkward moment of silence, he finally pulls it apart, sighing softly in relief before attempting to get your top and bra free. He throws them off into the darkness of his room before taking you in, practically drooling. His jaw drops slightly as he stares at your exposed tits, taking in your frame, hands hovering over them, almost like he's scared you'll crumble once he makes contact.

A smile plays at your lips as you guide his hands, and you watch how rapidly his chest rises and falls when fingers squeeze at the tender flesh. Slowly, Dabi brings his mouth to your nipple, shivering as he starts suckling on it. A soft groan bursts from your lips, and you tilt your head back into Dabi's pillow, allowing yourself to sink into the soft bed and focus on his touch. His delightfully warm tongue swirls around your areola, tasting as much of you as he can. Dabi sighs, muffled noises of desperation catching in his scarred throat. His other hand massages your other tit before slowly traveling down your body. Dabi looks up at you with drunk doe eyes, full of love and lust and palpable desire. You can't help but hum in pleasure as he tends to your body. Finally, his hand stops at the waist of your pants, and he pulls his slick and swollen lips back from your nipple with a resounding "POP".

"Can...hic...can I go down on you?" He pleads, sweat beading on his brow as the stars themselves seem to dance in his eyes. You whisper your consent to him, and a relieved groan ripples through his entire body. Quickly, he unbuttons your pants, sliding them off, and, soon, your panties as well.

He'd never done this before. Touya Todoroki was practically shaking as he stared at the dripping mess in front of him, slick from the foreplay. His breathing is ragged, and he almost looks starstruck as he bends down, laying on the bed between your legs. Carefully, he spreads your lips, eyes still wide and pupils blown out as he takes in the scene in front of him. He seems to shudder a bit, lip trembling and legs shaking like jelly.

The moment his top lip catches on the hood of your clit and his tongue makes contact with your sex, his eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back into his head as he groans. You cry out at the vibrations, pleasure throbbing throughout your body as he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, practically suffocating himself.

"Ohfuckit'ssogood~" Dabi slurs together in one muffled word as he buries his face between your legs; a rosy blush starts to tint the healthy flesh on his cheekbones between his scars. Pleasure boils in the pit of your stomach as he savors your flavor, tongue lapping up your slit and teasing the pulsing bud.

"Dabi~" His name drips from your lips like honey as your hands find purchase in his charcoal-colored hair, and the sound is the most beautiful melody to Dabi's ears. His movements quicken and become more deliberate, his lips suckling your clit and his tongue slipping inside you. He gasps as he massages your insides, sparing no second tasting you, murmuring slurred praises, and, gently, you feel the bed shake. He's getting so turned on that he's grinding his erection into the bed through his pants, trying to get what little friction he can.

The sight of him getting off that much by just eating you out sends another wave of pleasure down your spine, and the two of you moan and pant in a sickeningly sweet harmony. The air is thick with desperate devotion, and the bed creaks beneath Dabi's thrusts. He hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he dives in further. The coils of heat bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you feel your orgasmic high approaching fast. Judging by Dabi's noises and choked whimpers between lewd slurps, he's close, too.

"Fuck, baby~" He whines, plunging his tongue into your folds as he ruts his hips, and, suddenly, your climax comes crashing down, making your back arch and a strangled cry burst from your throat. Dabi latches on, eating you out through your orgasm. A few more thrusts, and you feel him tense up as he moans, loud and low into your sex. When he lifts his head, his eyes are glassy; Dabi looks at you with a completely blissed-out expression as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"God...you're...incredible," He huffs, breath hot and heavy in the darkness as he tries to catch his bearings. As far as you're concerned, your head is still in the clouds, and you feel like you're floating. Dabi takes another deep breath before kissing your inner thigh and climbing off the bed.

"Gonna go change...Be right back," He sighs before stalking off in the dark to the connected bathroom.

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notacelestialbeing · 10 months

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one of the girls (yunjin x sakura x f!reader)

(requested)

synopsis: you’re in a polyamorous relationship with sakura and yunjin. sakura feels the need to have you all to yourself after she sees yunjin spending more and more time with you. so, you decide to remind the both of them that you love them equally.

warnings: polyamorous relationship, voyeurism, f!ngering, love making, explicit language, cunn!nlingus, switch!yunjin, switch!sakura, switch!reader.

songs used: one of the girls by the weeknd, jennie, lily rose depp.

word count: 1k+

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“pick; her or me?” sakura screams an ultimatum at you, leaving you with no choice but to go with what you desire the most.

“both. let me try both. whoever i like more, i get to pick her for tonight.” you answer as politely as you could.

sakura looks at you in disbelief but realizes this is the only way to go. “fine, if that’s what makes you happy then who am i to intervene but yunjin gets fucked first. i’ll be your last.” she lets out a deep breath.

yunjin could be heard struggling to open the front door with the key she had. you and sakura waited for her to make her way inside to figure out what in the inkigayo was going on.

once yunjin makes her way in, sakura immediately begins explaining what’s going on, not even letting her step a foot inside.

“can i at least come inside first?” yunjin asks.

“so, i was saying that—.” sakura pauses and steps side, letting yunjin inside.

“please continue whatever the fuck you were saying.” she says annoyed with the sudden negotiation.

you simply sit at the kitchen counter, not wanting to intrude onto the conversation. you knew well enough to not mess with your girlfriends when they were mad.

sakura gave you an ultimatum between her and yunjin because she was jealous. she knew yunjin was trying to spend more time with you ever since she walked in on you two making love. you knew that, and you knew her jealousy issues.

you only said both because you wanted to push her buttons, but she agreed either way.

yunjin started to rub her warm hand onto your arm and asked you what you wanted to do. you simply chose to do her first, that’s what your other girlfriend wished after all.

“Give me tough love

Leave me with nothin' when I come down

My kind of love

Force me and choke me 'til I pass out”

yunjin chose to sit in front of the mirror, undressed, so she could see how you touched her and how your eyes met one another while fucking each other.

however, today you had different plans. you didn’t feel like fucking, you felt like making love to her. you wanted her to feel that she wasn’t just a play toy but someone you loved as well.

you took off any clothes you were wearing, making sure to feel her skin on yours. you began kissing her neck while your hands slowly made their way to her breasts, fondling and twisting them softly.

you made sure she felt all the love in your body for her. you got up and fixated the mirror so it focused more to her pussy. you walked back and sat behind her so she could sit on your lap.

you kept fondling with her folds while placing open mouth kisses onto her skin. “baby, i need you to go faster. fuck the foreplay.” yunjin whined out and who were you to deny her that right?

you slowly pumped her in with your two fingers, going in and out as fast as you could but still not forgetting that you’re showing her how much you love her. you looked up at the mirror and saw yunjin trying to keep her eyes open, so you stop pumping just to stare into her eyes.

“you know i love you right? i’ll forever continue to show you if i have to.” you speak up.

suddenly, sakura—undressed and dripping— decided to show up. she realized how petty she was being especially since you three loved one another. but tonight, sakura just really wanted to be one of your girls.

“We don't gotta bе in love, no

I don't gotta be the onе, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh”

sakura sat down behind you, as the three of you made eye contact with one another. she made her way down your chest and down to your abdomen, teasing you as you kept flexing those muscles.

you kept your attention on yunjin as sakura kept her attention on you, all three of you showing each other how much you truly love the other. there was no sense of dominance in the room, just quiet passion flowing down your cores.

the mirror being almost like a camera, reflecting the love you were showing sakura and yunjin. you slowly lifted yunjin off of your lap and got up, placing her onto sakura’s lap before going down on her.

you jutted your tongue out onto yunjin’s pussy, not leaving a single drop of her wetness going to waste. she tasted so sweetly forbidden but so yours. she kept moaning your name as sakura played with her breasts.

you loved these girls so much, you were willing to get on your knees and worship them at all costs. luckily, you were on your knees right now.

sakura grabbed yunjin’s face and shoved her tongue into her mouth, making out with her. letting out the most pornographic sounds ever. it only made you needier.

they were your pillow princesses. yunjin started to twitch and you knew she was about to come undone. you continued to go at the same pace just harder. until yunjin finally collapsed.

orgasms with you were so magical, after all, you were the only one ever making her cum this hard.

sakura and yunjin switched spots immediately. your lips were dripping with yunjin’s juices. sakura couldn’t wait anymore, she grabbed your head and pushed you into her pussy.

you licked and nibbled at her pussy like she was your last meal on earth. you savoured what she gave you. you began to suck at her clit, giving it so much attention.

yunjin was the one making out with her neck now, her hands roaming around sakura’s body. making her feel the love. sakura had no reason to be jealous and insecure as long as the two of us existed. we loved her so much after all.

“i love you guys so much, please make me feel good. please make me cum.” sakura cried out in pleasure. her body was starting to take control over her mind. a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through her body as she was about to cum.

you used your fingers deep into her core, pumping in and out. sakura’s hips began bucking back and forth as she squirted out whatever was left in her body. she tasted delicious.

“it’s always been you.” you chuckled out at your girls. they had no reason to be jealous of each other as long as you were loving them equally.

you all stared at each other in the mirror, eyes flooding with so much love and affection.

the sun started to slowly set as you lovebirds cleaned up each other and snuggled onto each other’s bodies, heading to your dreamlands.

the end.

#yunjin smut #huh yunjin smut #sakura smut #miyawaki sakura smut #lesserafim smut #kpop x reader #lesserafim x reader #wlw smut #gxg smut #yunjin x you #sakura x you #yunjin x reader #sakura x reader #huh yunjin x reader #miyawaki sakura x reader #kpop gg #kpop smut

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arctiidaes · 3 months

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hello w359blr. have the whiskey speech (it's the mead speech now) translated into old english. sorry

Ic nēote þisne medue. Eorlice. Ic nēote þone smæc, Ic nēote þone bræþ, Ic nēote þone gefrēdnesse in me folme. Swa, gif hit biþ endunge me dæg? Ic ge-willie to hæbbe þisne medudrenc. Hit wile macaþ me lif betre. Ac, gif it macaþ me lif sæmra? Gif it macaþ me note sæmra? Ic cunne ágite þone medue and þing mæg biþ… þing mæg biþ gód. Ic willan drysmæn, ac lif wille gesingale. Ge? Ge sind medue. Ge sind gód to hæbbe, ac, ge sind nænig-wiht elles.

#this has an audience of literally one person and it's me #this is my au where kepler is an abbot #who has just seized power over a different monestary #sorry if the grammar is a bit off I tried my best #wolf 359 #w359 #.txt #eald englisc #old english #anglo saxon #warren kepler #the whiskey speech

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stitchfaker7 · 1 year

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uhhh kakak lagi cunn

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 months

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I arbitrarily decide to examine the post box again on the way back.

MAIL COLLECTION BOX - The dented yellow mailbox greets you with it's graffito and bullet holes in the front.

"Good mail delivery box." (Pat the box.)

"Fuck you, mail delivery box!" (Kick it.)

[Leave.]

MAIL COLLECTION BOX - The box seems happy.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - "Eat shit, pig!", "FUCKED BY THE CUNN" and "Saint-G" with a crown have been scribbled on it. "Jennie is a WHORE" and "*Baise cette* mailbox!" also.

I feel you, mail collection box.

Been there, *Poste L'Aventurier* mail collection box... been there.

Mail collection box, you should man the fuck up.

MAIL COLLECTION BOX - The mail collection box seems cathartic, thankful even. So do you. You shudder. Then you swallow.

+1 Morale

The sea breeze carries more than salt: meat. Not rotten, not fresh; grilled.

🎵 Rue de Saint-Ghislane 32B

Waves crashing in the darkness.

Someone has torn down the wall.

BOOK "SIXTEEN DAYS OF COLDEST APRIL"

The cover features a row of concrete buildings with a monochrome rainbow in the sky. It tells a rather excruciating story about two lovers during a period of ethnic unrest in Yugo-Graad. The book has been filed under psychological realism.

Could be useful if we ever need to pass time. Otherwise, I don't see us getting much out of this one.

SAVOIR FAIRE - Master Investigator! You just can't keep yourself away from locked and hidden places, can you?

What do you mean?

It is my duty as a cop to investigate every square inch of this world.

Hey! I am not some sort of a... peeper.

SAVOIR FAIRE - Nothing. Nothing! You're right -- get in there... deep. Invade every personal space, break every lock...

I'm just browsing...

It is my duty as a cop to investigate every square inch of this world.

Hey! I am not some sort of a... peeper.

SAVOIR FAIRE - Attaboy! The world's secrets were made for you. They wait patiently for you to uncover them...

Thought gained: The Jamrock Shuffle

THE JAMROCK SHUFFLE

Temporary research bonus: -1 Esprit de Corps: Confusing behaviour Research time: 1h 5m

By now it’s clear you like to look inside containers. You like to open doors and see what’s behind them. Maybe secrets? Maybe... more juicy containers? Let’s be honest, you like *all* containers. Trash cans, utensil trays, manholes, coat pockets, secret containers left behind by the Filippian kings that hold forbidden relics. Okay, you haven’t come across one of those yet, but *one day*... Wait. Is that why you’re so hellbent on opening containers? Do you think you’ll find the Holy Scepter and the Orbe de Montagne?

Lot of loose change in this cabinet.

A blister pack of medicine peeks out of the box. You should take it!

It's Hypnogamma, which gives us three charges to Morale. Not useful to us right now.

Someone's also left change in their shoes.

Hmm... these shoes come in three different sizes.

This cabinet contains even more Magnesium and... some alcohol.

ALCOHOL "COMMODORE RED"

A large crimson bottle of cheap sugary wine. Made of poverty, sugar, artificial taste enhancers -- and a vague memory of grapes. Guaranteed to colour your lips.

Moss crawls on these bathroom tiles... actual moss.

*Kuuno de Ruyter* is the name on unfinished homework.

Three things occur to Harry at once out here.

Complete silence. Whoever lives here isn't home.

...I think that one was meant to trigger earlier.

You hear distant traffic. Night is falling on the city.

A maroon glow of light pollution rises from the east.

The curtains shift. Just a little. Someone is watching from within.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Gendarmerie! You found me." The young man on the balcony gives you a bright smile, before taking another drag from his cigarette.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - His slender figure is backlit by city lights, its distant streets and motorways flashing like diamonds...

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - It feels like a Friday. He seems to be in a good mood tonight.

"We got your hint. Found the key right under that stone."

[Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Beautiful," he replies, smiling. As he looks at you, something sparkles in his eyes.

"So tell me, are you here to make things *right* again?"

"That's what I'm aiming for, yes."

"Honestly I'm just trying to not screw anything up."

"I'm not going to make things just *right*, I'm going to make them *spectacular*."

(Ignore his question.) "I was hoping to talk to a possible witness. Your balcony overlooks the murder scene."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Beautiful," he says again. A nearby street lamp casts shadows on his chin, drawing out the slender cheekbones.

"I have some good news for you. My Sunday friend is visiting me tonight. I told him about you and he'd like to say hello. Step in, he's already waiting." He nods towards door #28.

"By the way, I'm really digging the view here." (Point to the city skyline.)

"Is it Friday tonight? It feels like Friday."

"Why would I want to meet your friend?"

"Very well, I'll talk to him, but first I want to talk to *you*. I have so many questions." (Proceed.)

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Mhmh, that's why I chose this place." He looks away, his cigarette end glowing in the dark. "Martinaise is special, isn't it?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Wait, suddenly you're *digging* things?" the lieutenant whispers to you, shaking his head.

2. "Is it Friday tonight? It feels like Friday."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Yeah, it does feel like the end of the week. Such gentle weather..."

"Even the rain feels nice." He leans over the railing and sticks out his hand to feel the rain.

3. "Why would I want to meet your friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Trust me, you do."

4. "Very well, I'll talk to him, but first I want to talk to *you*. I have so many questions." (Proceed.)

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "That's nice, but I don't have anything to tell you. It's my friend you're looking for, not me."

He takes another drag of his unfiltered cigarette and looks around. It's getting dark and the neighbouring windows have lit up one by one.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Downstairs a cat crosses the yard, disappearing into the bush.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Besides, I've got to run."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - He's going to leave you alone again. That's sad.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something tells you you're never going to talk to an individual this cool or mysterious ever again.

"Run where?"

"But I just *found* you again!"

"Go, if you must, I don't care. I don't care about people leaving me all the time."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Just look at it..." He gestures towards distant motorways, all leading to golden La Delta. "It's a beautiful night. Who's going to stay in on a night like this?"

"Only if you promise that we'll talk again. It's *important*."

"Alright, go then."

KIM KITSURAGI - Something flutters in the corner of the lieutenant's mouth as you're saying those words.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] - It's laughter!

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "We'll talk," the smoker assures you, brushing his hand through the hair. "Just not tonight."

"Take care, alright?" he says with another disarming smile, before slipping off into the night.

Task complete: The smoker on the balcony

+70 XP

Level up!

New task: Interview the Sunday friend

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - And he's gone again. Looks like it's becoming a theme for him.

"He's always leaving... Why is he always leaving, Kim?"

"There's something so *different* about him that I just can't put my finger on…"

"Let's go, Kim. We have to interview his Sunday friend." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Who knows, detective? It's a... mystery," he says, turning his face away from you.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] - There, he's laughing again!

2. "There's something so *different* about him that I just can't put my finger on…"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Different, of course."

#disco elysium #kuuno de ruyter #kim kitsuragi #smoker on the balcony #harrier du bois

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vuelode-irbis · 9 months

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Final part for El-ahrairah's blessing!

3/3

ID: a digital illustration that features El-ahrairah (Watership down), looking at his people in a field, Frith is above him, and text in the sky reads "Be cunnning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed". Far away, in the direction El-ahrairah is looking to, many rabbits are out at silflay, near their lair. End ID.

#irbis draws #wooo final part #watership down #watership down fanart #el ahrairah #rabbit #rabbits #illustration #animal illustration #fanart

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gooseloverfiction · 4 months

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I'll be home for Christmas

Sierra Six/Court Gentry x afab!reader

NSFW, 18+ only

Wordcount: 3337

Summary: Christmas Eve's here but not Six... And he promised he'll be home for Christmas.

A/N: English is not my native language, sorry for all mistakes!

Content warning: smut, piv (unprotected), bj, cunn, blood and wounds (typical banged up Court coming home), swearing

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The clock in the kitchen was a constant reminder of the time passing and Court not coming. Christmas was tomorrow and he promised you he'll be back for it. Especially that he knew how much it meant to you, and Claire was spending her break at the dorm, having “so much to catch up” as if she wasn't one of the best students of her year.

But you couldn't blame her. You're the one encouraging her to focus on school first. Even if it means spending Christmas alone.

You were just hoping Six was fine. He was just running late…

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It was really hard not to crash right through the door. But Court wanted to avoid giving you a heart attack or being hit with a baseball bat. He was actually pretty lucky you refused to use a gun as self defense at home. Although he would still argue with you on that.

Being finally inside, Six locked the door and resisted the urge to sit on the couch. He wouldn't get up for at least three days. He couldn't even remember how many hours his body was running out of fuel.

Speaking of…

Six sniffed, feeling his mouth getting all watery. His nose brought him right to the kitchen and pots, slightly cold but still warm enough to let him know you weren't sleeping for too long.

He felt bad, knowing how much you worried about him.

After digging into the food, not being able to ignore a sucking pain in his stomach anymore, Six moved to the living room and Christmas tree.

Even in the darkness the agent saw it wasn’t decorated yet. The boxes were all standing next to it, he could make shapes of different gifts wrapped. Smiling to himself, Court promised himself he would get up earlier than you and decorate it himself. You can’t have Christmas without a proper tree.

Going upstairs was quite a challenge for his battered body, dragged to hell and back. The job was really annoyingly difficult this time. And he wasn’t getting any younger. Six rolled his eyes, Claire’s words suddenly fresh in his memory. She was lucky he loved her so much. The door to the teenager's room was ajar and dark which meant she wasn’t coming back for Christmas.

The subtle light coming from your shared bedroom was like a beacon for him. He was finally home. Not in the sense of a building… You were his home as you had a vice grip on his heart.

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And here you were…

Laying with your face toward the door, on his side of the bed, squeezing his big pillow, face buried in it like you fell asleep, smelling it. You probably did, and he didn’t blame you. Whenever he felt a perfume you usually wear, on the streets, his focus was on a brink of breaking, thoughts running toward you.

Six crouched next to your spilled hair and moved it to see your peaceful face. But your features almost immediately twisted and your nose scrunched. Oops…

“Court?” you wobbly sit up, seeing your boyfriend’s slightly smiled face. He chewed gum as always but you launched at him anyway, trying to aim at his lips, hidden under the beard. His arms caught you, when you almost fell, entangled into sheets.

“Woah, woah, slow down princess. I’m not a Christmas ghost,” Six almost laughed, groaning right after, when your lips connected and your tongue darted to taste his watermelon flavored mouth.

When he moved a bit, to hold you more comfortably, you broke a kiss.

“God Six, you stench death,” you weren’t even playful. And he didn't realize how bad it was until you quickly left bed and ushered him to a bathroom. Within just a few minutes, the tub was filled with hot water.

Finally, you turned to your man, who was propped on a counter. Once he was gliding off of adrenaline, his body felt heavier to the point when he wouldn't move a muscle even if he tried.

Under the bright light you've seen it all. His jacket was undoubtedly going to get soaked and straight to wash. His t-shirt underneath was definitely going to the trash can. Bloodied, with dirt and grim on it, burned at one place, torn and cut. It was impossible to guess what Court was doing. And you didn't even want to ask.

Knowing how tired the man was, you took his jacket off of him and grabbed a pair of scissors, cutting the shirt from bottom to collar to make it easier to take it off. You could see, by the way Court naturally curled up to one side, that his ribs had to take some damage. Your hand slipped through and gently touched him. Six sighed and let you undress him until he was just in his briefs.

You took a step back and looked at the perfectly muscled body, littered with scars, bruises and fresh wounds.

You looked at the cut above his hip but it was stitched already. He had to sustain it earlier.

“Is there anything needing more stitches?” you asked, looking at the purpling bruise that was under his left pec, going to the side and down.

Six smiled at your fussing but let you, knowing well enough you needed to. 'Mother hen' title was always triggering you but at the same time suited you best.

“I'm fine, hon. Just bruised and in a bit of pain. This is the worst,” he pointed at the bruising which didn't surprise you. The cut was probably clean and not really this deep. It wasn't even too red on the edges.

“Are they broken?” you brushed fingertips on man's side but he shook his head and pushed from the counter, letting you guide him to the tub.

God, he was exhausted.

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Court looked so peaceful, almost like he was already in slumber. And maybe Morpheus took him into his gentle embrace, because he didn't even twitch when you put his massive arm on your lap and scraped it with a sponge, applying less pressure on bruises.

With his head almost hanging off the tub, you cleaned his neck and face, giving extra attention to his beard. You weren't sure if Six would want to keep it this long, so you washed till the water was clean. He had some cuts on his face, so you decided to leave it for the end, as they will probably sting and wake him up.

Your hand moved to his shoulders and pecs. The valley between them making you suddenly hot. Way hotter than steam steadily dampening your shirt and panties.

When you cleaned his chest that was halfway out of water, you couldn't resist the urge to kiss the hard muscles. Court desperately needed some massage, his body tense even in the bath. He did surrender a bit but you knew it wasn't enough for him to relax completely. Besides, you had to practice after you finished your massage classes…classes you took solely to give your man some level of comfort and relaxation he denied himself for so many years.

Your mouth moved to the side and down, your nose stroking a bit of darker shade, half hard nipple. You can't do this to him. Not yet. He needs at least a few minutes of sleep to get enough energy to move to your bed.

One look at the water made you grimace. You pulled out the stopper and took the shower head, adjusting the warmth. Court stirred and was watching you now, silently, but his hooded steel blue eyes were talking loud.

You rinsed him and the tub from the residue and put the stopper back, filling the tub again.

Six catched the hem of his white shirt you wore as pajama and pulled you down for a kiss. Looking down at your nipples, already hard and peeking through the wet material, the agent took your t-shirt off, leaning and latching on your breast. You wanted to protest, but your body went limp once he sucked you, sending shivers down your spine and right to your core.

“Court… I need to…” your mind turned into mush when you felt a wet hand between your thighs.

“You got dirty from me, princess. Come here.”

You managed to stop water before Court’s big hands gripped on your waist and pulled you into water. Thankfully the tub was just half filled and with you inside, it didn't overflow.

“You're crazy, I still have…” you've started but a sudden, harsh pull underwater from both sides made you sigh in annoyance. A wet material of your panties splashed in the sink, skillfully thrown.

Six tried to pull you onto him but you stopped him firmly. With the sponge rinsed and clean again, you took a big dollop of scented shower gel. The smell of pine, leather and some smoke were just what you had in mind when you saw that man in your mind. The plus was it always killed a stench of blood on him.

Your hand moved through his abs, avoiding the stitched wound, and scrubbed just enough to take off flaking blood that poured down his hip and into his thick pubes. Normally he kept it trimmed but the last job took him longer than usual… You avoided his hard, already very ready cock, taking care of his thighs and all the way of his long legs, ending on his feet. Propping your back on the other end of the tub, you looked at Court, your breath hitching in your throat, when he moved closer, keeping your butt and pussy between his thighs. You could see an outline of his cock under the water, the sole thought of his thickness and length making your mouth dry and pussy wet.

“God, I missed you…” Six never broke his eye contact with you, while his long fingers teased your entrance and folds, thumb fitting perfectly over your clit. And you wouldn’t let him win so easily. You resist the instinct to close your eyes when he changed teasing into action, plunging those digits into your throbbing core. Even under water he could feel how wet you were, your juices thicker and hotter than liquid surrounding you.

Left out finger matched lazy pumping of the rest, making small circles, brushing your swelling bundle of nerves in agonizingly slow motion.

“Six…” hearing his Sierra codename, the man moved closer to you, bending his fingers and brushing your sweet spot, picking up pace. With the other arm holding himself above you, his face inches from yours.

“Ma’am?” his voice low, almost growling, made your stomach flip and walls clench around him.

“You were late,” you tried to sound strict and a bit disappointed. But he could feel a shudder in your breath on his lips. When your mouths met and he swallowed your moan, his hand stopped, leaving you. Just when you felt that all you needed was a brush of his pad on your clit. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Could you wash my back and hair too, baby?” Court voice was almost apologetic. And you almost grind your teeth seeing his smirk under his beard. He moved a bit and you stood up, your cunt gashing with water he pumped into you just minutes ago. But before you could even cross above him, or on the side, he stopped you, his eyes gliding from your pelvis to your face. His hand moved through your calf, back of your thigh, up to your ass and back. He slowly took your foot and put it on the edge of the tub, giving himself an open way to your redden pussy.

You had no idea how you could stay still, feeling his thick facials on your sensitive folds, his tongue licking long stripes through you, stopping at your clit to rub it with a tip, changing from up-down strokes, to sides. Feeling your body shaking, Court’s hands steadied your hips, his groan of pain from his bruised ribs mixed up with a moan, when his long tongue buried into your pussy, nose brushing over your clit. You knew it wouldn’t help you keep upright, but your hands gripped his still dirty hair and kept his head on yourself.

The sole thought Six enjoyed eating you out was enough to push you over the edge, the rest of the bathtub water and your juices flowing over his mouth with each hard wave of your pleasure.

“Is it enough to tell you how sorry I’m?” his smug face was far from sorry and he knew it. Still holding you, Sierra lowered your weak body, his cock so hard right now, it was standing ready for your dripping pussy. But you mustered enough strength to use your slick skin and just move swiftly behind him, pushing him more forward.

“Sponge?” with your hand outstretched, your knees on his sides, bracing his thighs with your legs to keep him open, you took what he gave you and started to scrub the dirt, making his skin red but clean.

“I thought, I did good,” he protested, trying to move from your almost assaulting hands. Until your fingers wrapped around his throbbing and definitely leaking cock. With three first strokes he twitched furiously and you had to move your hand to his base, squeezing it. Court covered your grip with his, pressing harder.

“Fuck…” a swear almost strained in his mouth. You turned him so much, he could’ve cum like some teenager.

You let go of him, sitting on the edge of the tub, facing his side, reaching for the shower head. Reaching up to knobs, you almost slapped him for distracting you by sucking your nipple.

“Can I finish this?” you asked, scolding him with your tone.

“Feel free to…�� he mumbled, switching to your other breast, not really caring about the water flowing now on his face. First it was brown, getting more red with time until it was just slightly pink. You decided you can use some shampoo now and after a few minutes the bath was over.

Court’s ministration brought you on the edge of another orgasm by only sucking, licking and massaging your tits. Sometimes you couldn’t believe what an effect he had on you.

With the kiss to your sternum, Six looked into your eyes, his gaze full of desire.

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Both wrapped in fluffy towels, your bodies slammed through the bathroom door, busting into the bedroom. Having the upper hand, being the one who pushed the other to the bed, you had to use all your strength to make Court sit on the edge and break the kiss. His groan of disappointment was almost adorable.

“Baby, I want to make amends…” he started, but you hushed him, falling to your knees, opening his towel. He didn’t soften even for a moment, his tip furiously red and steadily leaking precum.

“Will you hold on for me?” your innocent question made him swallow hard and nod. You knew he would do whatever he could to let you enjoy yourself.

His eyes glued to your tongue going from the base of his thick, long shaft, flat and dragging up, right to lick off the creamy drop at the top of his glans. Thank God, you didn’t…

Court’s hands shot to your hair, when your tip stroked the frenulum, making him shudder. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. To stop you, to fuck your pretty, wet mouth or just ground himself, his body betraying him any second now. So when you took him in, hollowing your cheeks when you bobbed your head a few times, sucking him and swirling your tongue, he almost pulled your head closer to him, bursting into your throat with hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Fuck…fuuuuck” man’s voice was hoarse and almost… whiney?

His cock was still hard when you pulled out, trying to swallow all the load. And you were failing miserably, your mouth overflowing, dripping cum on your breasts and thighs.

“You did a pretty lousy attempt,” you teased him, knowing exactly why he popped like a shaken champagne bottle.

“You're pretty aware that will happen, asking me to not touch myself all the way on the mission,” he did a pretty good job in sounding almost hurt.

“I kept my side of the bargain too, want to find out?” you got up but before you even tried to straddle him, Six locked you in his arms and licked all of his cum off of your tits, sucking at those places, leaving red marks. You leaned, capturing his bearded chin and kissed him, pushing your tongue to catch the last aftertaste of his seed.

Both of you moaned at the same time, trying to fight over dominance in your mouth, Court winning with ease. He bit you gently and pulled your lower lip, using it as distraction, catching you and throw on bed with force knocking the breath out of you. He never was into the whole dom and sub stuff. But he was too impatient to be all gentle now. He will make it up to you once he has you.

Six didn't even have to tell you what to do. Or what you want. You just turned on your stomach and put your ass high up, gliding your knees to the side to make room for him. One glance over your shoulder and you knew you chose well. Because he looked absolutely mesmerized by your glistening pussy, untouched for weeks, only briefly by him in a tub, maybe a quarter an hour ago.

Spreading your folds with his calloused fingers, Court positioned himself, pushing his cock in your tight pussy. Inch by inch you swallowed him, the thickness stretching you almost painfully.

“God, I almost forgot how tight you're. You okay?” seeing you nod, Court pulled out a bit just to shove himself all to the bottom, almost knocking you out from your knees. You couldn't hold a scream escaping you, making the man behind you stop all the movements.

“Six, just fuck me already,” you breathed out, not letting him speak again. And boy, he listened.

His thrusts made whole bed shake and you were pretty sure, this was the first time he fucked you this hard and fast. Like he had to do it quickly before you disappeared. Even with how wet you were, you could feel his every move, your pussy clenching each time he brushed his tip into your cervix, making you cry out loud. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure, brewing up another orgasm in your core. You knew it wasn't enough but you didn't care… You just wanted Court all over you, to feel him being alive (and well enough to fuck your brains out).

His guttural groan made you shiver, his hands crushing your hips, the pain almost too much to bear. But before you could say anything, he thrusted one last time, without any warning cumming inside you. He rode his high for a moment before even he couldn't stand the friction.

Court put his wet forehead on your shoulder blade, panting into your back. You felt his body slowly crushing yours, covering you in more sweat. It definitely was a call for another shower…

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There was something almost therapeutic in laying on the big chest, listening to the steady heartbeat of a man you loved. He was here. In one piece (kind of). Yours…

You looked at the clock. It was almost 9 in the morning. You barely caught a breath an hour ago. You should've been sleeping just like Six but you couldn't. Smiling to yourself, you thought this is the best gift you ever got for Christmas. And of course you had to start crying. Hopefully Court was too tired to wake up to see you like this…

You felt a hand gently brushing your hair and a kiss on your head.

“I've told you, I'll be home for Christmas.”

#sierra six #court gentry #gray man #ryan gosling #christmas #x reader #court gentry x reader

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qvrcll · 6 months

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NOVACANE *ੈ✩‧₊˚

warnings: N$FW under the cut, cunn!l!ngus, f!ngerin (to some degree), overst!mulation, bottom ellie, established relationship, fem reader

notes: had been playing with the thought of bottom ellie for a while now and wanted to take it further into words! this is pure filth, mind you, so i hope you just as much of a blast as i did when writing this! enjoy :-]

You had proposed it after some few months of dating her, let it politely slip into conversation. How do you feel about being... you know... eaten out? Is it alright? Strange? Would you be up for it?

And Ellie had been in a limbo with it - she knew you'd never force it upon her. If she wanted none of it, there would no push or shove. No question, no guilt for her to carry. But that wasn't to say she wasn't awfully curious.

So, after much consideration and discussion and do-over's, she decided to make that decision.

“We can try it out" she'd said over morning patrols. If anyone were to pass by, they'd surely mistake her words for something trivial - perhaps a new slew of cereal or a some god forsaken place that Maria had opted again scouting for materials - but surely not the prospect of you eating her out.

You'd paused your ministrations against the mane of your horse, eyes blown wide and breath stuck in your throat like a day old bone. It makes Ellie stifle with laughter, as she plays with Shimmer's reins as a hollow distraction.

“Are you… sure?” you ask, because you need to. Feel it in the dull ache in your bones, the aridity in your throat the minute she whispers the words. And at first, you mis-measure it for anxiety, but when she nods, gives you a soppy grin before she perches out of the stables with Shimmer, you know it’s excitement.

When it gets down to it that evening, you run her through all the necessary boundaries and pit stops and safe words. A tap on your shoulder and you’ll pull away, give her time to find footing and some level between the haze. Two taps and you slow down. Three times and you stop all-together. And Ellie is grateful, unable to love you even more than she does for this.

When you sink to your knees, her tummy dips and she’s breathing hard despite herself. To see you so willing, flesh crushed beneath the promise of pleasure as you lock eyes with her and slowly, slowly, pull down the zipper of her jeans, her heart-rate fluctuates and burns in her chest.

The first few seconds are silent, punctured in time — when you’re face to face with her sex, wet and unholy and truly quivering now that you’re so close to the heat of it, you begin to shake a little yourself. Ellie’s always done this in a sort of fashion that made you black out if she rubbed her vigour into it. And you want to keep up with that fervour.

Pushing yourself further, you take two experimental licks and come to a warm realisation that her taste is quickly becoming familiar, painfully addictive as the scratch of your tongue latches against her bundles of nerves.

“Fuck—shittt—fuck…” she curses, all gravel and no limits, above you, her body broiling with sweat already, working up an effort when you come to prod your tongue deeper, section it equally with the generous licks that wet her completely.

And you decide to crawl further — your fingers come to the equation, fit firmly against your tongue and beginning to rub affirming, slow-starting circles against her clit. And her body responds, as you expect it to, with a slew of twitches and round, mussy sounds. The more you rub, the more you lick, the more she angles her hips to push, fall, fuck further into the thick, wet pleasure of your tongue, your fingers.

You laugh and even that sends pricks up her spine, rips a depraved, reprobate sound from her throat like a hunger she hasn’t felt until it was bourne within her now — now that she’s known your tongue, felt its fervour as you lap against her like a dog. She catches your eyes from beneath rows of pleasure, hazy, winding flushes of heat netted in her chest, peering at her as your speed does everything but slow down, “Feel good? Do I make you feel good?”

When she doesn’t answer, you apply pressure to her clit, slot an ardent, slipper finger into her sex, that begins to give way under the weight of your tongue’s continual abuse, and set a heady pace. And when she cries out for nothing in particular, you know you have her in some part of you palm, squeezed thin — “Hnng—I—Yeah, fuck, you feel so fucking good babe—shit—might—might…fuck—“

And as a knot begins to build, settle and tighten in the lowest parts of her belly, like an old flame relit to hash into place, Ellie knows she’s close. And you know that she knows. You know she thinks it will be a smooth settling, an fluttering orgasm but a smooth finish. But you want to keep up.

The climax is disorienting and you throw in aberration in the mix. When her stomach dips, you slip in another finger into the pinguid mess of her cunt and work your tongue the best you have in your life. Staple a technique and stick to it, even if it is for thirty goddamn seconds. A figure eight and around, a circle, a long stripe upwards and then starting over, only ever increasing in celerity.

Ellie begins to feel the limits of her body cramping her up: the noises coming out of her are otherworldly and animalistic, bordering on primal, and she’s clawing against your scalp, both keeping you in place and swivelling you out of aim. Because, oh fuck, how do you do that thing with your tongue? How do you do it so quick? How has she been filled by two fingers already? And, shit, why is there more of something she’d thought, once, was enough?

She knows she’s finishing more violently than usual. No air in her lungs, her appendages spent and twitching at her sides. Your head between her legs, aching, going deeper still. Wringing her orgasm out like a string and ripping it raw until she breaks. And is it bad that she likes it, despite the unfamiliarity?

And when she comes, she truly comes.

She tries to push you out of the way, half out of embarrassment and half out of fear for what was coming — something suspended and wet and dangerously sizeable to her usual comings.

“Want you to do it on my face—“ you give her that, a moment of clarity as she loses herself within your mouth, within the cracks of your fingers, “Can you give me that, Ellie? Hm?”

And your tongue rasps her throbbing clit, recurs back into the slew of nerves and a mix of saliva and wet, wet, wet, and your fingers are taking their violent rounds, robbing her of air and putting in place a mad rub against her flesh. And it’s all so quick and she’s so, so, so close.

“Yeah—course I can—I can, for you—fuck!” she curses and closes her eyes and holds her breath.

and she lets go and lets go and lets go.

When she opens her eyes, she can faintly remember her orgasm being different by miles. It had been something like water exiting her in hot rushes, and for a second, she is mortified as she glances down at your face that is glimmering with her feared result of her coming.

“Oh my fucking—I’m so sorry, I—“ she struggles, embarrassed and small again, swirling with thoughts of Did I really just fucking piss myself? until you come to grip the sides of her thigh in small intervals, rubbing circles where she sighs, sweetly, into.

“Ellie, it’s okay. You’re good, you’re fine. See?” you motion with your chin downwards and Ellie looks down with a hot, heavy blush, despite herself and sees the mess she’s created. Blown apart at its own foundations and let loose. She’s messed you up, your face and your neck, where it glistens shamelessly with her spend.

And then it clicks.

“Did I just… squirt?” she asks in disbelief, utter confusion and still touched by the pleasure you’d given to her unwittingly.

It’s a few minutes of hearty laughter and a state of calm, finish, as she recognises the blood rush to her limbs again. But she’s addicted. Grown familiar. Wanting more of what she’s had, and greedy with that shame, too.

“Can we… do it again?” and as quiet as she is, you’re loud with your pride, sinking again on your bruised knees, spreading apart her thighs with a poorly kept moan when you see her cum lining the corners of her thigh. A thought rings somewhere in your head, low and in the shape of her face, contorted in pleasure so irrevocable, you shamed yourself for it.

And so, you begin again.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams #ellie williams drabble

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Crimes Of Passion (Dabi X Fem! Reader)

Summary: It's been a decade since your best friend, Toya Todoroki, perished at the hands of his own Quirk. You always liked to think he was watching over you, looking over your shoulder, keeping you out of harm's way in a guardian angel sense. After all, you'd devoted your life to making equipment to ensure that never happened to anyone else. But lately, you've felt like you're ACTUALLY being watched.

[Part one of my Yandere Dabi X Support Course Graduate Fem!Reader mini series]

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: canon-typical v!0lence, swearing, smut, Yandere-ish Dabi, childhood friends, innuendo, stalker/feral Dabi, Support Course Graduate Fem!Reader, Second Person POV

Word Count: 2,435 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: slight dubcon, sexy in theory problematic in practice, explicit s3xual content, vag!nal fingering, dirty talk, making out, dubcon kissing, alley s3x, quirk use during s3x, c0me eating, cr3ampie, cunn!lingus, vag!nal s3x, semi-public s3x

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You were working late at the office again. You'd spent all night drafting plans for your latest creation; it was a special request from a client. This Support Item would help the user maintain their body temperature...something that you took close to heart. Your best friend could've used such a thing...maybe if he had, he'd still be alive. Everyone else had already left. It was too far to walk home. You'd have to take the night train.

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It's hard for you to not fall asleep as you lean your head up against the window, eyelids drooping as the train runs through the dark tunnels beneath the city. In fact, you barely noticed when the group of shady-looking men got in the same train car as you. A chill runs down your spine when you hear them whispering to one another, and, instantly, you're wide awake. You look outside, realizing your stop is next. Something is telling you to get off the train ASAP...to get away from these men. As soon as possible. The car screeches to a stop, and, without a second thought, you bolt off the train. You didn't live in the best part of town, and the street is dimly lit when you exit the subway. You steal a glance over your shoulder...and realize they're following you.

'Fuck.'

Your mind starts racing, trying to think of a way to lose them. They're getting closer...walking faster. Immediately, you dart into a side alleyway, hoping to lose them through the side streets...only for it to be a dead end. You turn around, and they're closing in...

THUD.

Out of nowhere, a figure leaps down from the rooftops, landing unnaturally gracefully in front of you. The stranger is tall, dressed in all black, and, in the dim moonlight, you see his hands. Scars trace down his arms, stopping at his wrists, which are full of crude surgical staples.

"I suggest you four go back the way you came," The figure orders. His voice is deep and raspy...kinda sexy. The thugs are unimpressed.

"What the hell are you?"

"Your face makes me wanna puke!"

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll kill ya!"

They start jeering, continuing to move closer. The mysterious figure raises his arm, and, suddenly, a brilliant cerulean glow flickers off the alleyway walls.

"You're not going to touch her," He orders coldly. The men laugh.

"Oh, yeah? And who's gonna stop us?"

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

You scream as the rush of heat and light surges through the alleyway; a frighteningly powerful blue blaze erupts from the man, engulfing the group immediately in flames. Their shrieks of pain are rather short, and the light dies down to flickers and embers within a few seconds. The smell of burned flesh fills the air, and smoke begins to rise.

"That answer your question?" The man chuckles under his breath, putting his hand back down. He shakes his wrist, and you notice it's smoking. The man turns on his heel, and your eyes widen. His face looks like a mess of patchwork scars and staples, sweeping under his eyes, over his cheekbones, and around his neck.

"Stay away from me!" You shout, reaching for the pepper spray in your purse as your bones shake. Terror fills your lungs along with the smoke and ashes.

"What? No 'thank you'? I just saved your life," The figure pouts mockingly, staring into your soul. His eyes are as blue as the flames that shot out of his hand.

Something about this man...is hauntingly familiar. The way he speaks to you seems unnaturally natural. It's not in the way a stranger would.

"Who are you?"

"You'd think you'd recognize your guardian angel when you see him in person. That's what you call me, right? At least when you talk to yourself, acting like I'm some imaginary friend sitting on a cloud over you. Well...," He smirks, taking a threatening step closer. You freeze.

"Toya?"

"In the burned flesh," He grins sarcastically, gesturing to his scars.

"That's impossible. My best friend is dead," You stammer, but the longer you look at him, the less you believe your own words.

Those eyes. The mannerisms.

"Come on, princess."

You hate the way your body responds to that word. The way it shakes you to your core when it rolls off his tongue.

"You know it's me," He sings, a cruel smirk on his face as he walks forward, forcing your back against the wall. You gulp, feeling your heart race faster and faster. His glowing cerulean eyes bore into you.

"Am I making you uncomfortable," The villain sneers, looking down at you with a hungry gaze. Lust. Obsession. Greed. You wordlessly shake your head. This shouldn't turn you on. This should make you run away screaming, absolutely terrified. It partially did terrify you...but...in a sickly thrilling way. The overwhelming familiarity and tension...you're spellbound.

"All you have to do," He murmurs, slowly leaning down, hands moving to splay out on each side of your head, "is tell me 'no'."

You close your eyes, and you feel his lips meet yours. The moment you give in, kissing him back, you feel his hands on your shoulders...squeezing them tightly over and over...as if he's trying to restrain himself from tearing you apart. You reach up, running your hands through his hair, and a chuckle rumbles in his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him. His tongue flicks against your lip, and the moment you give even a hint of admittance, he practically sticks it down your throat. A strangled whimper muffles in your throat in surprise, and you melt into his arms, trying not to slide down the wall as you feel your legs turning to jelly. The feeling of his impossibly warm tongue tracing along your own makes your eyelids flutter, and when you two part, a strand of saliva connects your lips. He traces kisses down your jaw before roughly pushing your hair back and ever so softly sinking his teeth into your neck. You sigh, feeling his fingers wander down your body, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you. Slowly, they dance further and further south...pausing just above the waistband of your panties. Gently, he slips his hand below them, and you gasp as his fingers trace your slit.

"Fuck, you're wet, princess," He shudders, sucking on your neck harder, and his other hand presses into your back, grabbing a fistful of your clothing.

"Toya," You moan softly, "We shouldn't be doing thi-"

"Shut up," He rasps harshly in your ear before effortlessly pressing a finger inside you, "If you don't like what I'm doing then tell me. I'll stop."

You take a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he curls his fingers intentionally. Another moan crawls out of you before you can restrain yourself, and you give in to the temptation. Everything he's doing feels so good. No one's ever touched you this way before. No one's ever made your heart race quite like this. It's exhilarating. He plants more kisses on your neck, borderline groaning into each kiss, the subtle noises vibrating against your skin.

"You taste so fucking good," He hums between sloppy kisses, tracing his tongue up the side of your neck as you feel warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach. "God, the things I wanna do to you."

It sounds like a threat, a promise, and a desperate plea all in one. It shouldn't, but it gives you butterflies.

"Like what?" You sigh, hooking your fingers into his loose belt. He jerks ever so slightly, as if the touch caught him completely off guard. You pause, worrying you've overstepped a boundary, but he soon leans forward, as if begging you to continue.

"Tell me what you wanna do, Toya," You murmur as you trace your fingers below, and you feel his arousal through his jeans.

"I wanna drown you in pleasure until you can't stop begging me for more," He whispers in your ear, "I wanna make you come until you can't fucking think."

Zzzzip.

His breath hitches as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, pulling out his throbbing cock. Without a second thought, he pulls his fingers out of you and forces your pants down until they fall to your ankles.

"I owe you, right?" You huff as he looks into your eyes, and he grins deviously.

"I've wanted to fuck you so bad, princess," Toya rasps, his gravelly voice tingling your ears as his hot breath pants against your skin. You feel his hands reach underneath you, gripping the flesh on your ass as he picks you up, firmly pressing your back against the wall. You flinch when he presses the tip against your entrance. It's hot. Not too hot...but hot.

"I'm gonna burn you from the inside out," He murmurs, his deep voice tilting on a villainous laugh. Your eyes widen, heart racing. When he notices, he clicks his tongue.

"Just a figure of speech, princess. I'd never hurt you...not unless you wanted it," He snickers before slowly lowering you down onto his cock. You gasp as he slides in, eyes rolling back in your head. It's bigger than you expected. It feels like he's practically splitting you open, and the pain is daunting. Nonetheless, you can't help but crave more. You want him to break you. You want him to shove it as far as it'll go. You want him to rearrange your guts until your mind turns to mush.

"Easy there, gorgeous," He purrs, gritting his teeth as he carefully forces himself all the way inside you. He shudders, and you manage to kick your pants all the way off before wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him inside.

"Good girl," Toya groans, his lips curling into a predatory smirk as his eyes soften. He looks completely devoted. Consumed by twisted passion. His fingernails dig into your hips, threatening to break the skin.

"My good girl," He adds before roughly planting his lips on yours. His tongue traces across the roof of your mouth, claiming every inch. Then, he starts thrusting up into you, and you practically see stars. The pain mixes with pleasure, shocks spreading from between your thighs as he fucks you, his breath panting in your ear as he presses himself against you. You can feel the heat coming off of his body. It's enough to make you feel like you're sweating. The sounds of his balls slapping against you with every deep, intense roll of his hips reaches your ears. If anyone else is out this late, all they have to do is turn the corner, and they'll see you getting railed by a murderer beside a sea of ashes. It's taboo. Everything about this screams wrong to you. This is Toya. Your best friend. Your dead best friend. Who seems to be psychotically obsessed with you in the most primal way. But...it all feels so right. You've never felt such gnawing pleasure in your entire life. It's coursing through your veins, boiling in your blood, beating in your heart and throbbing in your nethers.

"Toya, don't stop," You plead pathetically, the raunchy moan seeming to drive him wild.

"Such a pretty little voice," He laughs darkly in your ear before deliberately picking up his rhythm, pounding into you. Your head spins, trying to decide whether or not the pain overshadows the pleasure. It feels like he's going to rip you apart from the bottom up. His thrusts become haphazard, and his voice becomes needy.

"Fuck," His voice breaks into a soft whine as you feel the warmth spreading inside you, filling you up. Breath hisses through your gritted teeth. You're so pent-up. You're far from your orgasm, despite how much you're enjoying this. Toya pulls back, his face inches away from yours, and he seems to notice your frustration.

"No, no. We're not done. I'm not leaving until you've come for me," He sighs lustfully before adding, "Until I make you come for me."

You stare into those eyes again. Those burning beautiful blue eyes.

"Besides," He pants as he slowly lifts you off of his cock, hands firmly gripping your ass, "We can't leave all that in there, now, can we?"

Before you can register what's happening he lifts you up...and up...and up. He's surprisingly stronger than he looks...and he stops when your dripping slit is level with his face. You shake, partially terrified at how high you are off the ground, keeping your back pressed up against the wall. Your hands run through his hair, gripping to help ground you from the fear of falling. Toya looks up with an expression of pure worship, and you cry out as he dives between your legs, his warm tongue fully extended into you, working to lick you clean. The sounds are positively vile; the lewd slurping noises between your hips overpower all other sounds. You moan his name, your head leaning back against the wall as your eyelids flutter shut, focusing on the feeling of him devouring you. His tongue flexes, twisting in ways that seem improbable, leaving you whimpering for more. He laughs, his hot breath huffing against you as he presses his lips to your clit. You steal a glance to see his gaze fixated on you, staring into your fucking soul. His hands grip you rougher, making you wince as he suckles that sweet spot, tongue flicking against it in all the right ways. You feel yourself getting closer. His touch is so intoxicating. It's so otherworldly. It's so...good. You can't stop the sounds of pleasure coming out of your mouth, spilling from your lips like an ever-flowing waterfall. You feel the familiar clench in the pit of your stomach, and, suddenly, the climax hits you all at once. Your hands turn to fists in his hair, pulling him closer into you as you whimper and moan his name. Toya growls into your slit, the vibrations sending more sensations shooting through your body. Finally, you feel yourself coming down, and you release your grip on him. Toya leans back, looking up at you with dripping lips that he licks clean. He pants, as if out of breath, not breaking the haunting stare.

"Do you want me to go back to watching in the shadows, princess, or can I get closer, now?"

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