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Baby Blues
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, domestic!au
Warnings: gross tooth rotting fluff, dad!gyu mom!reader.
Length: ~500
Note: Drunk Goggles couple is back! for a moment! I'm in a bit of a slump and needed something easy and they're so near and dear to my heart. I saw a tiktok of a baby refusing to say dada and i couldn't let it go. threw in some speech development bc im annoying (babies use their lips to say M and B sounds and their tongues to say D which is a skill they develop later)
also GIRL DAD MINGYU SUPREMACY
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“Say da-da.”
“Mama!”
“Your daughter hates me.” Mingyu huffs, head falling to the kitchen table with a thunk.
Hana delights in her fathers dramatics, squealing her joy while yogurt goes flying. Her chubby fists clap against the plastic table of her high chair and little legs kick out. Mingyu smiles through the pain, never able to truly be annoyed with his favorite person in the world.
Mingyu had been trying to get her to say dada for the better part of an hour. So far each request was either answered with "mama", bubble noises, or unintelligible baby gibberish. You'd simply watched the entire thing unfold from behind your coffee cup, smirking into the rim at Mingyu's desperation.
“Our daughter doesn’t hate you." You say, rolling your eyes. "She’s a baby.”
“No, she hates me. Watch. Say dada, Hana.”
Hana doesn’t pause before shrieking, “Mama!”
“See!” He argues, arms out towards the babbling baby like she's torturing him on purpose.
“She just loves her mama, don’t you Hana?” You coo at her, stroking the top of her head covered in wispy hair as you wipe the mess of drool and her breakfast away.
“Ggggh!”
“Daddy is silly, isn’t he?”
“Bfffff.” Hana spits, ungracefully wiggling in her seat.
Eyes wide, you agree with her ramblings. “Exactly what I was thinking.”
“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” Mingyu pouts.
“We would never!” You give Hana a cartoonish wink that sends her into a fit.
Returning to the sink with dirty dishes, you listen to your husband try desperately to get Hana to say the words he’s been begging to hear since she called you mama for the first time a week ago. Hana humors him, pure sunshine under Mingyu’s constant attention; giggling at his crestfallen face every time like its new.
Deciding to take mercy, you approach Hana’s chair and lift her into your arms. “Gyu watch this. Hana, where’s baba? Baba?” You ask, pointing one of her pudgy fists directly at Mingyu.
“Bah…Bah?”
“She—she said—I’m baba!” Mingyu repeats dumbstruck, staring at your smiling face. “LETS GO!” He whoops, rising to bolt around the kitchen. Jumping around the room like he won the lottery, fists punching the air in victory.
It’s the same way he reacted when he found the positive test waiting for him on the bathroom counter almost a year ago. Unfiltered, unadulterated joy. Except there were far more tears when he found out he was going to be a dad, a broken lamp, and a broken couch.
Now, he grins like a mad man, chest puffed in pride that his daughter finally recognized him. As if it was ever a question despite Hana being a spitting image of Mingyu except for her nose which clearly comes from your gene pool. How she screams when he gets home from work and immediately picks her up for smothering kisses like he’d been gone more than a couple hours. Or when you’re all curled up on the couch and she falls asleep on his chest, her mouth open wide as she snores just like the man holding her. And the times all the boys visit to coo over their niece, bribing her with funny faces and silly voices to let them carry her, but the only person she reaches her little arms for his Mingyu.
Hana is Mingyu’s mini me, attached to his hip since her first day. But she's already learning how to get the best of him, no doubt a skill she inherited from you.
You and your daughter cackle in unison as Mingyu sweeps you both into a bear hug, alternating kisses between your lips and Hana’s almost bald head.
“My girls,” he says with a squeeze, content seeping into his words.
“Mama!”
There's a sigh of resignation, and a nod of his head. “We’ll work on it.”
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D-RIDING?! PART TWO (18+)
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
GENDER: FTM READER (M!READER FRIENDLY)
SUMMARY: You, a famous YouTuber, got noticed by idol crush, Bang Chan, from an "accidental" drunk tweet you made when he was in BuzzFeed. Now you are waiting in your house to make that tweet into a reality.
GENRE(S): Smut (mercy on me yall), Explicit, Fluff, comedy (cringe because I need one mentally)
SEPARATE WARNING(S):
READER:
Role(s): Submissive Bottom. You are a versatile bottom because I said so.
Genitals: I made it separate since there are people out there who do have a bottom surgery.
T-dick section: So one will have you having a t-dick (mentions of squirting).
Dick Section: While a separate one in the same post will have you having a Penis.
(I don't want y'all feeling uncomfortable/Gender Dysphoria as a TransMan myself)
Names: Pretty boy, Baby boy, Handsome, Cutie, Sweetheart
CHAN:
Role(s): Dominate Top. Made him Versatile too.
Genitals: He has a big dick because of the big nose theory.
Names: Chan, Chris, love, pretty boy
OTHER WARNING(S): You both are virgins, Oral (Reader receiving), Mentions of Vagina/T-Dick(Mentions of squirting) for the reader along with a separate one of you having a Dick. Nipple play (Reader receiving), Reader getting Manhandled kinda, Choking? Not breathplay. Cum licking, Mentions of your chest scars (or just chest) Fingering. Anal sex. Beggingish?. Praising. Different words for Dick and Vagina. Crying (reader)
OTHER(S): y'all, please have mercy on me! I never wrote smut before so this might make me leap over a bridge!
Please like, reblog and/or comment for my dignity.
Tags: @braveangel777 @1s3v3n1 @kodasstar @webwanderer @coralblook @ironhyacinth @bitchyzombienacho
IM BEING SO FR, I CANT WRITE SMUT- I CANT WRITE SMUT! HAVE MERCY ON ME AHHHH!
(I DIDNT PROOF READ OR HAD GRAMMAR CHECK, YALL GOT IT!)
It was refreshing.
You lay yourself down on your bed wearing your pajamas, silk pajamas, covering your naked body. The silk only stops at your thighs.
You waited for Chan to message you as you scroll through your fans' comments; requesting collabs, games, or other content to record.
You keep on scrolling, almost forgetting about the whole sexual situation going on until you hear a knock from your front door.
You walk out from your bedroom, holding your phone out and texting him if he was the one behind the door of your front entrance.
CB97: Why don't you find out, Cutie?
You sighed, as you slowly unlocked the door then slowly opened the door to check it was actually him.
A white hand pushes the door fully, revealing the man himself, smirking at you. He was wearing a black shirt, compressing his muscles with baggy sweatpants.
He was checking you out, blushing a bit from the silk pajamas going nice with your figure and skin color.
"Don't you look lovely, pretty boy?" Chris comments, his eyes still lingering in your body.
You felt yourself getting flustered, shy even just from him staring at you. He steps closer to you while closing the door behind him.
"Can I touch you?"
You nodded and just by that Chris leans into you, kissing your soft lips while his hands roam around your waist, while one hand grips your butt.
You moaned softly around his mouth.
Your arms around his neck as your hands slowly reach to his shirt, gripping it as you push your face away from Chris.
He looks at you confused, giving you almost puppy eyes.
You thought it was cute. Yousmirked as you took him to your room.
He looks around, admiring your room until you smash your face into his lips again, catching him off guard but quickly kissed you back.
You both feel impatient, as you take off Chan's black shirt as he pushes you down on the bed, prying off the silk pajamas.
"You are already naked underneath, you were really expecting me, huh?" His accent, his voice raspy, making you want him more and more.
WARNING: T-DICK SECTION
For the people with no bottom surgery/testosterone:
He had you trapped, both of his hands holding your waist as he leans into your chest, giving a few kisses on your chest scar (or chest)
"So handsome..." He mutters as he continues on kissing you as you feel his hands reaching up to your chest, caressing your nipples as the other hand reaches between your thighs.
You moaned, feeling his fingers playing around your folds.
"You are so wet for me, baby boy. Do I really get you this wet? I'm so flattered..." He whispers into your ear.
All you can do is moan, nodding your head as you feel your thighs parting from each other.
You look down to see Chan giving a few kisses on your left thigh then giving a few more kisses, almost getting closer to your wet folds.
"I want to taste you so bad, would you let me taste you, sweetheart?" He looks up at you, waiting for your response.
"Please, Chris! I need you.."
He smiles, leaning his head towards your t-dick, immediately licking and sucking your folds. Even getting closer to your small dick, giving a few licks.
You moaned, as you moved your bottom area getting more pleasure, almost riding his face. You even felt his nose touching your dick, sending more pleasure into your body.
Chan lets you as he continues on licking and sucking, moaning a bit, sending vibrations through your body.
You continue on moving your body, feeling yourself getting close. Your body is twitching, as Chris raises his fingers closer to your t-dick, rubbing quickly as you moan even louder.
"Chris—a~ah, I'm cumming! F-fuck!"
He sucks harder and even rubs even faster until you finally cum, squirting.
Chan licks one more time as he moves his face away slowly as he stands up, admiring your sweaty figure.
You sit up as your legs twitch a bit.
"Damn, I squirted. This kinda embarrassing..."
Chan just laughed as he leans closer to your face giving a few kisses to your forehead and cheek.
WARNING: DICK SECTION
For the people with bottom surgery/has a dick:
He had you trapped, both of his hands holding your waist as he leans into your chest, giving a few kisses on your chest scar. (Or chest)
"So handsome..." He mutters as he continues on kissing you as you feel his hands reaching up to your chest, caressing your nipples as the other hand reaches between your thighs.
You moaned, feeling his fingers playing the tip of your dick.
"You are so hard for me, baby boy. Do I really get you this hard? I'm so flattered..." He whispers into your ear.
All you can do is moan, nodding your head as you feel your thighs parting from each other.
You look down to see Chan giving a few kisses on your left thigh then giving a few more kisses, almost getting closer to your hard cock.
"I want to taste you so bad, would you let me taste you, sweetheart?" He looks up at you, waiting for your response.
"Please, Chris! I need you.."
He smiles, leaning his head towards your dick, immediately licking and sucking the tip. Pushing his head down, giving you a good suck.
You moaned, as you moved your bottom area getting more pleasure, almost riding his face. Chan lets you as he continues on licking and sucking, moaning a bit, sending vibrations through your body.
You continue on moving your body, feeling yourself getting close. Your body is twitching, as Chris raises his hands closer to your balls, fumbling around as you moan even louder.
"Chris—a~ah, I'm cumming! F-fuck!"
He sucked harder and faster until you finally cum, some hitting his face.
Chan licks one more time as he moves his face away slowly as he stands up, admiring your sweaty figure.
You sit up as your legs twitch a bit.
"Damn, that felt weird...."
Chan just laughed as he leans closer to your face giving a few kisses to your forehead and cheek.
"But, you enjoyed it didn't you?" He questions, as he continues on kissing your face.
"I did, but let's get into the main event, shall we?" Chris chuckles as you stand back up, holding between his baggy pants, pushing it down and throwing it to the side.
He looks down at you while chuckling again, smirking from how impatient you were.
His dick flings up, standing a bit straight and even dripping with pre-cum.
You licked your lips, your mouth just watering from the sight of his dick, however, you felt yourself getting kinda scared since it looks big.
"Chan, how big is your dick? I mean I knew it was big because of the nose theory..."
"Huh, what nose theory?"
"Focus on the question and not the nose theory—I'll tell you that later."
You look up at him as he thinks, then shrug.
"I don't know, I never measured my dick before..."
"Fuck you mean you never measured your dick? You know what, wait right here. You grab the lube and the condom from the cabinet next to my bed."
Chan did exactly what you said while still looking perplexed that his dick size really bothered you that much.
You came back, holding a measuring tape.
You sat back down on the bed as you told Chris to come clover to your face. You felt his dick touching your cheek.
You licked your lips as you raised the measuring tape. Chan just chuckled on how focused you were.
"Is it really that serious...?"
You just nodded until you reached the top of the tip.
"Damn, 8 inches? I guess OT8 is for life, huh?"
Chan groans, as he smacks on top of your head softly. "Don't ever say that again..." He jokingly said, shaking his head, smiling.
"Anyways, let's continue."
"Gladly." He says as he pushes you down, putting you into a mating press.
You hear a bottle cap opened making you shivered in anticipation.
He squirts a generous amount into his fingers.
You felt his fingers circling around your rim as his other hand gripped your neck, holding you down.
You whimpered, shaking your butt for him to just insert in already.
"P-please Chris~ Fuck, hurry up!" You whined.
"Sorry baby boy, let me give you what you want~" He teases you as you feel one of his fingers inserting in.
You hiss in pain, not used to the feeling at all. Chan shushes you as he tries to calm you down, giving you a few kisses in your back.
"It will feel good, I promise..."
You calm yourself down, moving your waist side to side.
He gently plays with your rim as he slowly inserts another one. You hissed a bit but you could slowly feel the pleasure going through your body.
He continues on fucking you until he hits a certain area making you moaned along with your toes curling.
"Found it..." He whispers, hitting your prostate while inserting the third finger in.
You moaned, sending Chris's dick even harder; throbbing and aching in pain. He was getting hot and bothered—impatient—but he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable so he continued on. He adds a fourth one just in case after finding out his dick was 8 inches.
"Chan, love, just put it in already!" You whined.
You didn't need to tell him twice.
He quickly rips the plastic out with his teeth then taking the condom out and putting it on his dick.
He quickly takes his fingers off as he lines his dick up your hole, tapping it a few times until he slowly inserts the tip in.
You hissed again. Even though his fingers were thick, nothing could beat his thick cock (corny).
He apologized softly, while he hissed too from the clench.
"Fuck, so tight. I'm going to push in more, okay sweetheart?"
All you can do was whine while he slowly pushes in more. You both hissed again as you felt tears coming out of your eyes.
Chris hands both made it to your waist, going in circles.
He inserts more until finally he fills you whole.
He waits as he groans, your hole tightening around him as he tries not to cum just from it. He bites his lip as he caresses you again.
You felt warmth in your chest, loving the care from Chris and the fact he even was waiting for you to get used to his size.
You smiled softly as you shook your butt, making him grip your waist.
"You can move, love~"
Just like that, he pulls his dick out and slams back into you making you moan. He was already going rough, almost like a crazy animal.
He keeps on going, angeling himself a bit as he slams again and again, hitting your prostate.
You moaned even louder, gripping the sheets.
"F-FUCK~♡ CHRIS A~AH!" You cried out in pleasure as he continued on abusing your prostate. You felt overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he was giving you.
You both moaned out of pleasure feeling yourself getting closer. He was getting closer as well, you feel his dick twitch inside of you.
He leans in, his chest on top of your back, whispering sweet words to your ears making you shiver.
"P-pretty boy~ I'm about to cum...Are you about to cum as well? Hmm?" He whispers.
You repeated the word 'Yes' as he continued slamming until finally you both released. Chan's cum filling the condom whole.
He steps out, taking the condom out and tying it then throwing it away into the garbage bin.
You turn your body around, laying flat, your back facing the bedsheets as you calm yourself down.
Chan walks up to you then lies down next to you. "I never did this before so I wanna know (Knaur) if I did good?"
You smiled, feeling horny all of sudden from his sweet voice. His duality from being all dominant to almost submissive—You kinda wanna ride him until he breaks.
"it's my first time as well, Chan and you did so well for me, love..." You said to him, kissing him all over his face.
He chuckles, smiling widely from your praises until he yawns, clearly drained.
"I'm tired, my body is tired. Maybe we should've had sexs not around the performance. Haha!" He laughs, not noticing your eyes staring into him like you were going to devour him.
"Yeah, but, I'm quite disappointed..." You sadly said—well pretending to be sad—using your fingers to trace around his neck.
"h-huh? Why? You said I did good?" He sits up, looking at you like a sad puppy. (There is no pet play)
"of course! You did so well, but my tweet. You remember it don't you?" You said calmly as you continued on looking at him.
He thinks for a second until his face turns red.
"O-oh."
Oh indeed.
"B-but, aren't you tired, I'm quite tired myself..." He rambles until you shut him up by placing your hands around his mouth.
"But you promise you want to make that tweet into reality, right? I want to ride your dick until you cry. Calling my name. Plus, I'm doing all the work. You can just lay down and look pretty, my pretty boy~"
His face turns even more red, all of sudden turning shy and weak. His cock going hard again, throbbing in anticipation.
"Even your dick seems to agree with me~"
You can't wait to actually make that tweet into reality.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Ending (myself) in part three.
YALL IMMA KMS, I CANT WRITE SMUT WTF AHHHH
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bad idea, right? | s.es
ex!bf!eunseok x fem!reader | 6.4k words
this is a mature work. minors do not interact
inspired by the song bad idea, right by olivia rodrigo. not proofread.
contains: drinking (reader is tipsy at most), slightly toxic relationship, randomly put in other idols for some good ole world building, cunnilingus (fem. receiving), missionary, a lil crying.
you look at the text on your phone, contemplating all the decisions that have led you to this moment.
im outside.
it started out as a normal night. you went out with your two friends to a local dive bar you recently started to frequent. but just before the last call your friend showed a text of a party near you that was “lit”. you had planned to leave this with your friends at beginning of the night. your plans quickly changed after your third shot at the party. from that moment on you were texting your ex, eunseok.
the worst part is that you had been so good about no contact. the night of the breakup you laid in your bed with tear stains on your pillow and cheeks. you had told him that you guys would remain friends but you realized that you would never be able to move on unless you cut him from your life completely. so you blocked him on every social media platform and then deleted and blocked his number as well. the solution was to not even give yourself the option to reach out to him and not let him even try to speak a word to you. you would see him occasionally due to overlapping friend groups but you were so good at pretending he wasn’t there. unfortunately, tonight was the night you folded.
the music at the house party wasn’t overbearing, but the alcohol was making you irritable.
“can they turn the music down?” you yelled into yunjin’s ear.
“i can’t hear you!” yunjin yelled back.
“can i have another shot?” you yelled at giselle this time, who had a vice grip on a bottle of vodka. when giselle looked at you with confusion you pointed at the bottle of vodka then pointed at your red solo cup.
“i think you’ve had enough to drink.” giselle laughs. you look to yunjin for support but she nods in agreement with giselle. ever since the breakup, you often found yourself in the position of being their de facto daughter. the pair had always doted on you, but you always credited that to them being two years your senior. when eunseok broke your heart (or you broke his) this increased their maternal instinct to protect you.
“i’m literally going through a breakup and you wont give me a shot?” you put on your best betrayal act to efforts to bum alcohol off your responsible friends. both yunjin and giselle laugh.
“you and eunseok broke up months ago” giselle says.
“you tend to bring him up only when you’re drunk so i’m actually starting to think the alcohol has a reverse effect.” yunjin says. giselle’s eyes light up at the realization.
“wait that’s actually true! you never talk about him any other time.” giselle agreed.
you quickly realize this conversation isn’t going in your favor. so you pull out all the stops and become the most dramatic version of yourself. you point the red solo cup towards giselle, shaking like a leaf. you paint your face with a look of dread, like you are dying of dehydration.
“need…..alcohol” you say in a fake raspy voice. giselle playfully narrows her eyes.
“okay but this is the last shot. for all of us.” giselle is pouring a little bit into all of your cups. you three clink the plastic cups together and swiftly take it.
almost immediately after that shot your mind started tormenting you with flashbacks. eunseok having your legs spread while he felt you up everywhere. being bent over the kitchen counter completely at his mercy. feeling his big hand press on the small of your back. how he used to have you like a folding chair taking it all. you tried hard to push down the thoughts but you swear you could hear him over your shoulder calling you a good girl before you sat down on a barstool. giselle and yunjin look at you.
“everything alright, buddy?” yunjin says slowly, already knowing what you’re gonna say.
“i’m dizzy.” you confess. and it was the absolute truth. flashbacks of being with eunseok made you realize that you were starved in every sense of the word, nearly knocking you off balance. you swayed a little bit and giselle grabbed your arm.
“okay i think it’s time to call it a night!” giselle giggled as she held on to you, also a bit tipsy.
giselle and yunjin left with you in tow. walking in front of you, leading you through the crowd. you made sure that they couldn’t see you pull out your phone. your tipsy fingers worked quickly texting a number you knew you shouldn’t have memorized.
heyyy
once outside the cold air sobered you up enough to the point that you made a plan. the first step of the plan was to be sent home in an car alone.
“i don’t want you guys to stop having fun because of me.” you say, turning towards giselle and yunjin.
“the party was getting boring anyways. i just want to go home and watch some tv at this point” giselle says looking at her phone. you assumed she was looking at prices to get home. “are you cool with spending the night at our place?”
before you could answer you felt your phone vibrate. someone was calling you.
you unfortunately already knew where you were going to be tonight. you just couldn’t let your friends find out.
“i want to go home honestly. in my own bed.” you said stretching your arms out and yawn.
“are you sure that’s even safe? you drank alot tonight.” yunjin says.
“yuqi is already up around this time, if i need help she will be there for me. besides the amount of alcohol i drank was like super spread out over the night.”
yunjin and giselle look to one another. time to pull out the trump card.
“i feel like ever since me and eunseok broke up you guys treat me like i’m a baby. i’m an adult i can make my own decisions.”
after saying that, you can see the faces of yunjin and giselle change. you know that they also want to be alone without you tagging along, sticking to their side like a child.
“it’s only because you’re drunk, that’s why.” yunjin says.
“the cold air is sobering me up. and i’m going to bed immediately once i lay down.”
yunjin and giselle debate on what to say. before they can come to an agreement, a car comes and stops on the curb. it waits in front of the house.
your phone has since stopped ringing, instead you get a small vibration indicating a text message. you quickly take a glance at your phone to see what it says.
black rolls royce phantom license plate cvent1
call me when you get in.
you look towards the car parked on the curb. you’re certain that it’s the car eunseok sent you based on the description.
“my ride is here” you say meekly, knowing what reaction you are going to get. yunjin and giselle look at you confused and flustered.
“when did you call a ride?” giselle asks.
“why didn’t you tell us?” yunjin sounds angry.
“yuqi called it for me, she said she owes me from last time we went out drinking.” you say, rubbing the back of your head.
you are impressed at how quickly you came up with the lie, since you are quite flustered as well. how did he know where you were? where was this car going to take you? you had so many questions but you had to seem confident that you were going home, or else they were going to tag along.
“i told you i’m fine, yuqi is going to be waiting for me outside and everything.” you assure your friends.
“okay, fine.” yunjin gives up trying to debate with you.
“text us when you get home.” giselle points at you, trying to be as authoritative as possible.
“i will. i love you guys.” you go over to yunjin and giselle to give them hugs.
“love you too bae.” yunjin says giving you a hug.
giselle gives you a hug before opening the car door for you. you make sure the door is closed before the driver says “ride for eunseok?” you nod your head and roll down the window.
“i’ll text you guys when i get home!” you shout to your friends as the car drives off.
“make sure you drink water!” yunjin yells as you drive off.
you roll up the window and click on the notification of the missed call. you expect it to keep ringing, to leave you hanging the way you left him hanging.
it can’t even get through the first ring.
“hey. are you in the car?”
you can’t say anything back. it has been so long since you’ve heard his voice. since it’s been directed at you. your nails instinctively dig into your thigh, trying to use the pain to bring you back on this plane of existence.
“hey.”
silence. you forgot to answer his question
“yes i’m in the car.”
“alright,” eunseok says and pauses for a moment. “it’s taking you home.”
“what? i thought it was bringing me to your place?” you say a little louder than you thought. the driver looks up at the rear view mirror to look at you.
“do yunjin and giselle know who called that cab for you?”
god, you hated him so much. the smile you could hear in his voice. the way he already knew you were lying to them.
“they think yuqi called it.”
“they think yuqi sent you a rolls royce?”
“they don’t know cars, eunseok.”
you can hear a sigh on the other end of the line. you wonder what he’s wearing. if he’s wearing pants that hugged his legs in all the right places. or that navy hoodie that was a little too big, showing off the area surrounding his neck. you think about sweatpants drifting a little too low, that would give you the slightest peak at his body
“what are you thinking about?”
“what are you wearing?” you try to whisper so the poor driver isn’t subjected to your suggestive thoughts you say out loud.
eunseok laughs on the other end of the line.
“how much have you had to drink?”
“i had a few but over the course of the night. i’m not plastered.”
another long bout of silence. you start thinking about yunjin and giselle’s disappointed faces when your lies eventually catch up to you. they aren’t directly friends with yuqi, but all it takes is one conversation to reveal the truth. or they could be worried that you got into a car you thought was for you.
“was it a bad idea to call you?” you say. you play with the hem of your dress.
more silence.
“well, can’t two people reconnect?”
you try to not let your smile change your tone. you grab the end of your dress, wrinkling the fabric.
“can you make this car go towards your place?”
“it already is.”
“you’re such an ass.” you groan into the phone. he was too good at playing you.
“text me when you get here. i’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
after the driver leaves you in front of the building you sent the text. you go to the door and try to punch in the code from muscle memory but nothing happens. instead you opt to sit on the steps, trying to calculate when would be the appropriate time to text your friends you made it home safe.
your thoughts are interrupted by the front door of the building opening. you look behind you and see eunseok staring back at you. you quickly stand up.
you two stand like that for a moment, staring like deers caught in the headlights. eunseok is the first to compose himself.
“pretty dress.” he says after looking you up and down. he walks back into the building holding the door open for you.
the two of you are now in the lobby, trying not to make too much noise. you walk down the narrow hallways of the lobby, muscle memory taking you towards the elevator.
“it’s out of service, princess.” eunseok used your old nickname and you stopped dead in your tracks. you turn around nonchalantly but just hearing that nickname has you ready to jump him in the small hallway.
“you live like five floors up.” you groan looking up the winding staircase. you make a loud clack with each step in your boots, your feet will be sore tomorrow.
eunseok lets out a breath and walks down the steps and bends down. “hop on.” is all he says.
now he’s giving you a piggyback ride up the countless flights of stairs. you try not to focus on how he’s palming your thigh, or how you can feel his toned body through his hoodie. eunseok carries you like you’re nothing and that feeling returns when you think about how he used manhandle you and toss you around like a doll. you let out a deep breath, inhaling his smell that you find so intoxicating.
he finishes going up another flight when he pulls you a little closer to his body. you pull him in a little tighter with your arms.
“how was the party?” he tries to sound nonchalant, looking over his shoulder at you to ask the question.
“how’d you know i was at the party?” you ask. although you already know. user36384847383 on instagram that always looked at your stories had to belong to somebody.
“you always do something after the bar.” eunseok looks away, realizing he might’ve gotten caught.
“i didn’t start going to the bar until after we broke up.” you say, smiling.
“we are here!” eunseok says before loudly letting you go. you find your balance as you walk down the hallway towards his door. with his hand on the small of your back, he makes sure you are balanced. his hand is almost like a ghost, not daring to push you towards his apartment in any way. despite this, it still feels like you’re heading towards your doom. months of no contact down the drain. all the hard work trying to forget everything about him has been reversed. just as you think about turning back, his hand slowly drifts down to rest on your ass.
you’re in front of his door now, and he looks at you while turning the doorknob. you look at him, look at his lips and the flashbacks hit you again.
fuck it, it’s fine. you use your hand to push open the door and the two of you walk in.
you kick off your shoes and close the door behind you. eunseok kicks off his sandals and here you two are, standing in his entry way. last time you were here you had the last of your things in a backpack holding back tears. now here you are. tipsy and horny and confused and…
“there’s no pressure here. i know no contact was important to you. you can sleep on the bed and i can take the couch.” eunseok leans against the wall opposite of the door. you hear what he’s saying clearly, but when you see the way he’s looking at you, you can’t hear your thoughts.
you walk over to him and you grab his hand. eunseok looks at you, waiting for your next move. you take his hand and put it on your waist. instantly his hand finds purchase in the dip, squeezing like he’s trying to check if you’re real.
you look up to him and kiss his lips. he brings you in closer. you lean even closer to him. eunseok puts his hands underneath your thighs and you jump. he catches and holds you easily, deepening the kiss.
“the couch?” you ask, pulling away. eunseok starts walking you towards his room, passing the small beat up couch.
“anton is coming home in the morning. he’s been sleeping there.” eunseok pushes open his door. you see almost nothing has changed, expect for the missing framed photos of you two.
“i thought you lived alone?” you closed his bedroom door behind you, still in his arms.
“he needed a place to crash closer to campus while he works on some music thing. and i was a little lonely.” eunseok finishes his sentence with a little laugh. he brings you back in for a kiss and you put your hands on his shoulder and cheek.
should you say you’re sorry? if he felt lonely because you iced him out for months? should you say aw because he’s is opening up to you? everything is too confusing all you want is to turn off your mind and feel good.
like he always has been able to, eunseok knows what you’re thinking. that’s why he wordlessly sits on the bed, back resting against the headboard. he sets you down on the bed and you face him. you look at his lips before you can lean in for a kiss, eunseok gently turns you around. eunseok pulls you into him, so your back is flush with his chest. he puts his head over your shoulder to whisper into your ear.
“spread your legs.”
you do it without hesitation. spreading your legs you also bend them at the knee. your dress bunches up above your hips as an effect. eunseok’s hands are on your inner thighs instantly, caressing the plush skin. eunseok laughs at how pliant you are. how desperate you must be.
“forgot how soft you are.” eunseok breathes into your ear. “remember how you’d always close them on me, baby? when i’d eat you out?”
how can he be so vulgar with all his clothes still on? you felt your face heating up, recalling the memories too. all you can do is nod and lean further into his chest. you let your head lean back, resting on his shoulder. you are giving him full access to your neck. and use your hands to push your dress further up your body, just below your belly button. you’ll never be able to voice how badly you want him to kiss you everywhere, not without dying from embarrassment.
“that’s how i know you aren’t getting fucked right. so hot and bothered just by this.” he laughs into your hair now. he’s got you and he’s got you good. nothing on god’s earth could pull you away from this feeling. especially when his slender finger pulls the elastic band of your panties, letting it snap back into place on your skin. you whimper, grabbing onto his arm.
“so sensitive.” his middle finger slowly touches your cunt. he ghosts the finger in a repeated motion up and down. “so. so. sensitive.”
“i’m just really, really horny right now.” you try to regain your composure or at least some sense of control. this is abandoned when eunseok smacks your clothed heat. you jump backwards, moving further into him. you can feel his dick against you.
“ouch.” you say in a breathy whimper.
“i’m sorry.” eunseok is all but convincing, smirking into your hair. his middle finger presses a little harder into you. “but i think you deserve a little pain.” eunseok goes back to slightly raising the waistband of your underwear to let it snap on your skin again.
you want to protest but you absolutely can't deny it. you take this as penance. for leaving him alone and ignoring him after the breakup. for blocking him with no explanation. for calling him for dick after getting a little tipsy. so you let your fate rest in eunseok’s hands as you let out a sigh.
“good girl.” eunseok knows you have completely submitted to him. “i’ll take good care of you.”
eunseok starts slowly sucking at your neck and you crane it desperately to give him more space to work with. your panties have been pushed to the side and his lengthy middle finger still slowly drags itself up and down.
“you’re so wet.” eunseok presses his finger a little deeper into your slit. he repeats this motion and you can hear the wetness, like tapping a puddle.
“has anyone else seen you like this?”
you shake your head. no one else could ever have you spread out like this. although what you and eunseok had is over, he was your first for everything. slowly the two of you chiseled away at the walls you put up in embarrassment of being in college with no experience. you found out what made eachother insane in bed. you still remember getting over the hump of showing eunseok your bare body for the first time. laying in bed naked and in embrace. eunseok telling you how beautiful you were. no one else in this world will ever have you open like this or could see you in a moment where you’re so weak.
“only you. always…only you.” you couldn’t tell if your string of words were intelligible. all you knew was that eunseok slipped his finger inside of you.
the grip on his arm only tightened as you spread your legs even wider. against your back you could feel him twitch.
“what about your fingers?”
“they don’t feel as good as yours.” you pout. now you're grinding your hips into his hand, begging for more.
“add another one.” you say, out of breath.
“say my name.” eunseok says simply.
“add another one eunseok,” eunseok uses his index finger to tease you. “please.”
eunseok has two fingers in you now. just from this and hearing his breathing in your ear you’re close to losing your mind. eunseok doesn’t even have to move his fingers anymore. you are doing the grinding all on your own. eunseok uses his free hand to pull the low cut of your dress down to expose your boobs. he pinches a nipple in his hand and you gasp out loud.
“god.” eunseok moans into your hair. you whimper in response, focusing on all the work he’s making you do. “you know i almost fucked that girl you always said liked me.”
“yeji?” you try your best to sound disgusted, but all eunseok hears is your breathy moan.
“yup. she talked big game and everything. but she can’t compare to this.” eunseok uses his free hand to squeeze your boob for emphasis.
i just…i would’ve just fucked jaehyun.”
almost instantly eunseok removes his fingers from you. he withdraws his lips from your neck. you look back at him in confusion.
“jaehyun would never do this for you. go forward. ass in the air.”
you get on your hands and knees in front of eunseoks lap. you move a little forward as you try to hike your ass in the air as high as possible. you haven't had an opportunity to practice your arch in a few months.
“it’s like muscle memory, baby” eunseok is behind you bringing your body up slightly to perfect your form. the power in his grip catches you off guard while you become a ragdoll to him.
you hear eunseok get off the bed and the zipper of his hoodie. he takes his time taking off his clothes, probably reveling in the fact you are waiting for him in such a compromising position.
eunseok comes back onto the bed and slowly brings your lower half to meet his. you feel his length and you moan purely from the feeling. you move your ass back in efforts to grind back on him but a handful of your ass keeps you in place. eunseok takes your panties off from behind you, helping you lift your knees off the bed to completely remove them. you don't say anything when you see eunseok put your panties in the drawer of his bedside dresser.
“be a good girl for me.” eunseok says it into your bottom half, so you’re unsure if he’s talking to you or your pussy. you comply anyway, staying in the spot he leaves you.
you can feel eunseok staring at your spread pussy. he doesn’t say a word, nor does he touch you. the lack of interaction the anxiety starts to kick in. what if he says he doesn’t want to do it anymore? what if you think hes looking at you but hes looking at his phone texting someone? it doesn't make any sense why you look back, afraid to see his face of regret. instead you see eunseok’s face with an emotion you can’t pinpoint.
“what’s wrong?” your voice is so quiet. eunseok’s is even quieter.
“can i eat you out, baby?”
eunseok eats your pussy like a man who is starved. he started by licking the entire length of you in one swift motion. this is followed with him tonguing your slit. you try not to think too much about his nose and how it pokes your ass. eunseok pulls away from your slit and his tongue attaches to your clit. he sucks on the sensitive nub while flicking it with his tongue. you try not to rock into his face, chasing a high you haven’t felt in months. after eunseok gets his fingers in the mix you are lifting yourself off the bed. his ministrations only pick up in intensity, trying to bring you to the brink as fast as possible.
slowly his face pulls away from your clit after straining his neck to reach it. the angle was originally pretty awkward, with eunseok on his knees spreading your cheeks to eat you out. you were under the impression that him pulling away meant you’d be getting his dick next. instead, eunseok gets on his back and pushes himself so slot in between your legs. you see his face, so serene and protected. his eyes are so brown and his lips are so plump and his hair is so mused. nothing can replace eunseok in your mind. you are too preoccupied with your feelings to stop yourself from being brought down to his face with his strength.
you don’t want to accidentally put all your weight on his face and break his neck. you try pulling yourself up, but his hands on your thighs hold you in place. he looks up at you with wide eyes, like an animal whose food is being taken away. he eats at you with a hunger you’ve never seen. before you know it all your reservations are gone and you’re riding his face.
“eunseok…it feels so goodddd.” you lean back, hands grabbing his thighs to steady yourself. “i can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“i can’t believe you’re letting me. i want to die with you on my face.” eunseok uses his hands on your thighs to bring you even closer to his face. he fucks you with his tongue, lapping up everything your body gives him.
you can feel your orgasm coming. your skin starts to feel like it’s on fire with the white and fuzzy feeling coming to you. you look down at eunseok, who is already locked into your face. he’s checking your emotions and reading you like a book. your moans are the gospel or the angel that comes to sit on his shoulder and whisper in his ear. eunseok smiles into your pussy, knowing you’re close. you want to so badly gain control of the situation, to remind him that he let you in after ghosting him. that he’s the one who got you here. so you look down at him, trying to give him the exact same knowing smirk he’s been throwing at you all night.
“you would do anything for me wouldn’t you?” you give a wicked smile as you slow your pace to grind on his tongue. “just for a taste.”
eunseok can’t speak with a mouthful of you. he opts instead to nod his head vigorously and increase the speed of his tongue.
“do those bitches that you text know what you’re doing? still just a fuck toy for your ex?”
eunseok shakes his head. he murmurs something into your clit. you ignore him again. that’s something you seem to be good at.
“i’m close eunseok. baby i’m so close.” you pick up your speed again, closing your thighs around his head. eunseok keeps you in place.
right before you reach your peak you start tapping his hands that are holding your thighs in place.
“eunseok i wanna come with you inside.”
eunseok looks up at you and holds eye contact. you look down at him, so determined to get you to finish. before you can come to your senses and repress your orgasm, it hits you like a freight train. it makes you throw your head back and let out a cry and you ride out your high on eunseok’s face. he takes it all in stride, tongue still prodding at your entrance.
once you come down, you realize that you definitely suffocated eunseok to death. you raise yourself off of him, still suffering from aftershocks of that orgasm. when you pull yourself off, you see that eunseok has the biggest stupid grin on his face.
“hey, are you still alive?” you laugh poking his face.
“was it good?” eunseok opens his eyes.
“it was.” you sit on the edge of eunseok’s bed, feet touching the ground.
nothing is stopping you from getting up and walking away. you could actually call an uber to your apartment and then you could text yunjin and giselle without feeling so guilty. you almost get the gumption to do it but then you feel eunseok move up from his spot on the bed to sit beside you.
“was it too much? you didn’t use our safe word so i thought it was okay.” eunseok uses a soft hand to make you look at him. he looks worried. you don't doubt that he can feel all your conflicting emotions, sleeping with your ex. you wonder if he feels the same way.
“it was perfect, really. i needed that.” you reassure him, putting your hand over his.
“then what’s wrong?” eunseok looks in your eyes then at your lips. you look at his.
“i think i need more.” you whisper truthfully.
eunseok uses his hand to bring you closer, kissing you. he pulls away after his tongue darts out to lick your lips.
“more?” eunseok smiles. of course he’s going to make this a living hell for you. but you humor him, because that feeling is building up all over your body again.
“more.” you answer.
eunseok goes to your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. he pulls away before he can leave a mark.
“more.” you don’t move your neck, hoping he gets the point.
“you want me to leave a mark? what will yunjin and giselle say? or all your other boyfriends?” voice is dripping with fake concern.
“i don’t care.” you do care, but self sabotage has already gotten you this far. you are a go big or go home type of girl.
“okay princess.” and eunseok is at your neck, sucking and biting with an energy you’ve never seen from him.
you put your hand over his dick. he’s still wearing his boxers, so you can see a wet spot. now it’s your turn to tease him.
“i never took you for the type to cum in your boxers, babe.” you give eunseok’s dick a squeeze. “you must be really pent up, huh?”
eunseok laughs and leans back on the bed, propping himself up on his hands.
“you gonna help me out?”
you nod. eunseok grabs your hand and leads you off the bed to stand in front of him. he reaches up to bring the zipper on your back as low as it’ll go. he sits back on the bed, back in his same position.
“take your dress off for me.”
you slowly take off one sleeve. you work your way to the other. you let it slowly hang off the upper half of your body as you take off your bra. you drop your bra to the floor. you can hear eunseok behind you moving, probably freeing himself of his boxers. you think about how eunseok has always liked your ass, so you make a show of taking off the lower half of your dress. when that drops to the floor, you turn around facing him.
eunseok has his dick in his hand, slowly stroking himself. you forgot how mesmerizing he looked like this. eunseok was so good at keeping his composure it always felt like a treat seeing him act on his own wants. right now, he wanted you. eunseok got up from the bed and came up to you. you had to look up to see his face. the way he towered over you made you feel something you weren’t ready to come to terms with yet.
eunseok brought you into a deep kiss, as you two were in an embrace, he was slowly moving you further and further back until you hit the bed. he brought an arm behind you and led you down. when your back was on the bed, he broke the kiss.
“i still have condoms.” eunseok said looking in your eyes. he played with your hair, resting like a crown on the bed. you really were his princess
“i haven’t been with anyone,” you admit shyly “i’m still on the pill too.”
“i haven’t been with anyone either.” you had already known, but it was reassuring to hear it from him.
“can we do it without a condom?” you ask. eunseok kisses your forehead a little too sweetly.
“of course princess.”
eunseok brings you closer with a quick pull of your thighs. the feeling of excitement and nerves shoots up your spine. it really has been so long. eunseok slapping your heat with his dick brings you back to the present.
eunseok lines himself up at your entrance, and leans over both arms at your side. you grap one of his arms for stability and comfort. you just needed to be touching him.
“let me know if it hurts too much. you remember the word?”
“i remember.”
“okay.” eunseok kisses your forehead. he kisses it again and you can feel slight pressure. he starts attacking your face with kisses everywhere as he sinks deeper and deeper in. he ends with a kiss on your cheek before he bottoms out. you both moan in unison, so much time has been lost between you two. you already feel tears welling in your eyes. before eunseok can look you in the eyes, you pull his head into the crook of your neck and hold it there. without saying anything, you move your hips back and forth.
“feels good?” eunseok huffs into your shoulder. he tries to sound cocky, but you know it’s getting to him too. you can’t stop yourself from clenching around him. how the pressure feels so good and you feel so full.
“please keep going.” you whimper.
“okay princess.” eunseok kisses your neck and he pulls back his hips to thrust back in. you settle into the pace eunseok has set. slow and deliberate, trying to hit all the spots you thought he would’ve forgotten by now. a soft hand grips your breast and you arch into his touch.
“it’s still sensitive eunseok.” you haven’t gone for a second round since you and eunseok were together, getting yourself to be relaxed while climbing towards your second climax was hard.
“i know baby i know. you don’t want me to stop though right?” eunseok took your earlobe into your mouth. his pace was getting faster, you had to reach for the wall behind you to steady yourself.
“no. please don’t stop.” you used your other arm to pull him closer. you weren’t sure if you were about to cry due to the overstimulation or the fact that you missed the man on top of you. his teasing nature, his attentiveness. how warm he was always. it was hard to remember why you ended things in the first place, especially with him moaning in your ear.
“feels so good.” eunseok kissed your cheek. he brought his arm underneath your body, bringing you into an embrace while still fucking into you.
“i miss this. i miss you.” he admitted into your shoulder.
“i miss you too, eunseok.” you couldn’t stop the tears.
“i want you back more than anything, you know that right?” eunseok’s pace was increasing, he was close.
“i know. i like it…” you try hard to piece your thoughts together, but your mind is becoming filled with eunseok.
“like what? me watching everything you post like some fucking stalker.”
“shows me—shows that you care.”
“can i look at you baby?” eunseok asks, the most desperate you’ve heard him all night.
you pull his head from the crook of your neck and let his forehead rest on yours. for a moment worry crosses his face as he sees your tears. he uses his thumb to wipe an eye clean. the silent acknowledgement has you wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer. eunseok grabs one of your legs and helps you put it over his shoulder. this new angle has you digging your nails into his skin.
“god i missed this pussy,” eunseok smiles down at you, wiping away tears from your other eye. “she’s always been mine hasn’t she?”
“yes. she wants you to come inside.” your brain fog is letting your lewd requests come out quick and jumbled.
“of course princess.” eunseok comes back down to you, bringing desperate lips to you. you can hear when he cums inside, letting out a line of profanities with your name mixed in. you can feel when he cums inside, dick pulsing. you cum after he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing revolutions on the bundle of nerves. you grip onto his arm, biting your lip to hold back a love confession.
you two ride out your highs together. eunseok’s hand comes to a slow top and he slowly pulls out of you. you both whine at the loss of warmth, but he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. you want to protest, that it’s a bad idea for you to spend the night at his place.
instead you opt to fall asleep when he gives you his hoodie to sleep in, head rests on yours, and he begins to rub gentle shapes into your thighs. this was arguably a bad idea, perhaps the worst one you’ve ever had. tomorrow you will deal with it, but the rest of the night belonged to the two of you.
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Tangerine x fem!reader
Summary: Since the mission in Tokyo, you wanted Tangerine out of your life as soon as possible. Instead, he stormed back in to save you from yourself.
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: excessive amount of swearing, sexual themes, canon like violence, mentions of violence, blood, career sexism, Enemies To Lovers <3
You were only supposed to snatch a stupid briefcase for your friend, Carver. Instead, your trip ended with a crushed up train, three concussions, one broken arm, multiple bruised egos, and a whole lot of unrequested fun facts about Thomas The Tank Engine.
Oh, and a man you were convinced wanted to become your mortal enemy.
You had heard about the infamous Twins in passing — the Bolivia case mostly — and you never questioned anyone when they assured you they were professionals. At least not until you saw them fuck up more than once in one evening.
You liked Lemon. He was a decent guy, a smart assassin, and he made you laugh with his corny obsession with a children's show.
His brother however — what a fucking asshole!
Tangerine had came in strong with an attitude. He was just eye roll here, sucker punch there, and whine, whine, whine. He also had the worst timing, somehow always running into you whenever you were trying (and failing) to do your fucking job.
He seemed just as irritated by you as you were by him, however it was obvious he loved having you at his mercy: wether that was stuck pressed between the train and his arms, with his gun lodged into your throat, or hearing you say "please" and "thank you" when he swooped in like a devilish knight and saved you from a deadly bullet to the stomach.
Still, you couldn't leave Tangerine's deranged ass quicker once the nightmare that had been that mission was finally over.
You really didn't think you'd see the twins again — certainly not at the same club where you were supposed to carry out your, rather simple, information extraction mission but when you do, your eyes narrow.
Lemon looks mostly casual. His dyed platinum hair is curled around his face as he leans his arm around the booth he's sitting in, casually conversing with another man you don't know.
Standing next to the booth, Tangerine looks even less casual. He's wearing his all too familiar dark blue blazer. His hair and mustache are just as neat as they had been on the train that evening and you smirk. He has a lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he occasionally takes it out and obnoxiously blows smoke into the air.
He looks infuriatingly good.
You cross your arms, watching them from across the room. You look around. Your target hadn't made an appearance yet and in the meantime you'd had to turn down many desperate and drunk men swarming you for your attention.
"Fancy seeing you here, luv." You smirk, hearing his voice, hoarse and velvety, near your ear. He'd found you quickly. Seems like he has a talent for that and you wonder if he'd somehow planted a tracker on you.
"Stalking me now, Orange?" You ask, not even bothering to turn around as you lean on the bar counter and start to intentionally swirl your drink around the glass.
"Tangerine." He corrects.
You turn this time. Your eyes meet his chest and they start to slowly move up until you can look at him in his annoyingly beautiful blue eyes, "Potayto, potahto." You say, shrugging your shoulders.
"Well, aren't ya as chirpy as ever, Poppy." Tangerine snarls. Your lips curl hearing the code name you'd used on that train. You've been using it ever since.
You look around seeing your target walk into a small room in the corner of the club. You run a hand in your hair, smack your lips together, and glance nonchalantly at Tangerine. You send him a sweet smile, "Well, Clementine, I always enjoy our little chats but I'm quite busy and don't have time for your potty-mouth right now." You turn away from him.
He catches your arm, "I really wouldn't follow im in there if I were ya, darlin" He warns seriously. You turn around, skeptical, but listen to him anyway.
"Why is that?" You ask, crossing your arms.
"Because, luv," Tangerine smirks as he firmly holds your shoulders and turns you both around. Nonchalantly, he gestures towards the door to the little room the man walked into, "That bastard hired Lemon and I to kill ya."
You tense, "What?" You spin around, heart pounding.
"Ya seriously din't think you'd been asked to be a fucking honeypot without any exterior motives?" You feel insulted until Tangerine continues, “You're an assassin, darlin', and a pretty damn fucking good one. Having you as a honeypot is a crime in itself." You realize it's the first time Tangerine has complimented you and he's looking at you with an unusually concerned expression.
"So, what are you waiting for?" You blink, completely serious.
"Excuse me?"
"Kill me." You say calmly, "Since when do you and Lemon not finish a job?"
The brunet looks at you like you've gone completely insane (which maybe you have) and then laughs, "Ya want me to kill ya, doll?" Tangerine genuinely looks like he's just heard the funniest thing in his life. However, his eyes narrow darkly and his hands curl harshly around your arm, "Fine."
Sure, you know Tangerine had been ruthless on that train but you'd also been extremely aware that he'd intentionally missed opportunities he had to kill or badly wound you. So, when he yanks you into the men's bathroom, you panic.
You pull against his arm and push against chest as you try to take out the small knife you always cram inside your boot, but Tangerine is too quick. Your body is suddenly thrown across the bathroom like you're nothing and you crash into the mirror, ribs hitting the sink. You stare at him, eyes fluttering from the pain as you sway on your feet and clutch your side.
Tangerine looks completely unfazed as he struts over to you and then grabs your chin between his fingers so forcefully you unintentionally whimper, "Where's the assassin I met on the train, huh?" He asks, his voice smooth, "Haven't given up so easily, have ya, darlin'?"
You stare at him. He's taunting you. He wants you to fight him. Quickly, you knee him in the groin and side kick him to the ground. He stumbles a little but recovers from the hit. A sensible voice in your head screams at you to run but instead you pull Tangerine up by the collar of his expensive suit and body slam him against the wall, your forearm crushing his throat.
When you look at him, Tangerine is smirking cockily, "Atta' girl." He croaks.
You realize a little too late that the only reason you managed to pin Tangerine to the wall was because he was letting you. The moment he resists, you're the one easily pinned as one of his hands presses your wrists above your head.
Time suddenly feels unimportant as you look into his eyes. “Am I in danger?" You whisper, breathlessly.
Tangerine's stoic expression falters a little and he drops your arms and looks around the bathroom. He turns back to you, running a hand in his hair. “Yes." Your heart leaps, “Lemon and I mean you no harm, but someone else wants you dead, Poppy."
His hand slides down your back as he leads you outside of the bathroom and back into the busy noise of the club. You catch his arm as he walks in front of you, "Tangerine, wait," You say, voice raspy. You watch him turn around. His hair is messy from his hand and he's looking at you like he's never heard you say his name before.
Your heart is beating out of your chest and you want to ask him to stay. A little part of you wants him to stay so he can take care of you. Only, you can't ask him that. You've looked after yourself and you've long accepted that that's how it would always be.
"What?" Tangerine frowns, wearing an irritatingly handsome expression for someone that looks so confused and, frankly, a little annoyed.
You frown and, as hard as you can, slap him across the face. From his profile, you can see a dark glimmer appear in his eyes and his jaw tightens. He doesn't react as he slowly looks at you again, and then he can't because you're kissing him.
You bury your nails into his cheeks as he wastes no time to grip your hips with his hands. You kiss him passionately and clumsily — like you've never kissed anyone before but somehow when his lips move against yours it still feels flawless.
"Fuck," Tangerine groans when you bite his lower lip and smile proudly.
He pulls you closer to him and his hand comes up to hold your neck as his fingers bury themselves in your hair. He jerks your head backwards painfully but you groan in approval. Tangerine begins to suck on the skin of your neck like he's been starved of you for years.
You don't want him to pull away when you feel him move so you chase his lips. He chuckles, his voice low, and cups your cheeks in his hands as he looks at you. His eyes are weirdly affectionate for a man who's a cold blooded killer.
"Are you going to turn me in?" You ask him, your face still in his hands.
"What didn't ya understand when I told ya Lemon and I won't cause you any harm?" He rolls his eyes, gently patting your cheek. Slowly, as if savoring the touch of your skin, he slides his hands down your arms and then intertwines your fingers with his, "Come on, we're leaving."
You let him lead you through the sweaty bodies of the dancing crowd until you reach the booth where Lemon sits. He sees his brother and then his eyes flicker to your hands and the corner of his lips curl, "I see you found er," Lemon waves at you.
"Bugger off," Tangerine snarls, hearing something in Lemon's voice that you hadn't, "And get off your fucking arse, Lemon," He adds, "I don't wanna deal with that bloody bastard when he realizes we aren't killing er. I don't want his filth on my suit. I like this suit."
Tangerine lets your hand go to adjust his collar. You cross your arms and look around the club. Accidentally, you make eye contact with someone and your entire body freezes.
He sees you before you can look away. Quickly, you turn to Lemon and Tangerine, who haven't stopped bickering, and slap Tangerine's chest to get his attention. He looks at you, eyebrow raised, "Hate to break up the love-fest boys, but I think our little friend just realized you lads plan on keeping me fucking breathing." You hiss.
"Bloody fucker." Tangerine whispers, his eyes glued on the man approaching you all as Lemon stands. Lemon pulls out his gun and unlocks it with a click. You bend over to take the knife from inside your boot but the moment you have it in your hands, Tangerine snatches it from you and replaces it with his gun.
"I don't want this," You deadpan.
"Don't argue." He squints at you and twirls your knife in his hand.
Ignoring him, you reach for your weapon anyway, "I like my knife, thanks."
Tangerine tuts and holds it above his head, smirking, "Guns are safer, luv." He patronizes.
"Misogynist asshole." You grumble, earning a frown from him.
"Mates, now ain't the time." Lemon interrupts sternly. You look behind him and see that the man who'd hired you to kill him, just for him to kill you, has a few other bulky looking buddies with him and they're much closer than they were earlier.
Without hesitation and because Tangerine is distracted, you manage to jump up and take the knife from his hand. You then proceed to meticulously launch it past the swarm of dancing bodies. With a smoosh it lands smack in the middle of one the men's head and the sound of his body hitting the ground causes a mass panic.
"Fucking brilliant," Tangerine scolds, looking annoyed, "Now ya lost the fucking knife." His hand wraps around your forearm and he whispers in your ear, "And I ain't misogynistic, sweetheart, I just don’t wanna see ya hurt," He admits.
He starts to pull you away but you wiggle out of his grip, "Poppy!" He shouts as you sprint towards the men.
Fuck this, you think, if those motherfuckers want you dead then you won't wait around for them to kill you – you'll kill them first.
You take the man closest to you in a scissor leg takedown, slamming him onto the ground. You snatch your knife from the dead man's head as he lays not far from you and slit the throat of the man you're pinning to the ground. You spin your head around and throw Tangerine his gun. Quickly, he unlocks it and, with Lemon, starts shooting past the innocent civilians and manages to fatally hit a few of the men.
You make your way to the leader and front kick him in the hand so he drops his gun. When he does, you try and bend over to retrieve it from where it fell only the man manages to punch you in the jaw. You stumble over, tears pricking your eyes from the pain, but stand up anyways. "Who the fuck are you?" You demand, returning a punch that the man easily avoids. He backhand slaps you so hard you groan. You fall onto your knees and your knife slides out your hands and across the floor.
"You don't remember me?" The man asks with a snarl, his Irish accent thick.
"No." You hiss, crawling to reach your knife. Only, the man kicks you in the stomach and you can't help the scream that leaves your lips.
You blink, cheeks and palms pressed to the floor as you helplessly watch Tangerine and Lemon in action. There had been more men then you'd anticipated and while the Twins can certainly assert themselves in combat, they're far too concerned with defending themselves to help you.
You feel a hand grip your hair and the man harshly turns you around so he's straddling your hips. He presses your knife against your neck and smiles at you. He's young, clean-shaven, and has moles sprinkled across his cheeks like small freckles. You stare at him only to have him spit in your face. Shutting your eyes, you snap, "What the fuck?" and struggle against him.
"You took everything from me, Y/n." He growls and your heart leaps. He knows your name.
"I don't even know who you are!" You try to buck your hips so he falls but he's too strong.
"You stole my job. The hit on the Senator and his family a few months ago, remember them?" You nod, "Well it was mine and you swooped in and took it from me. My reputation, gone in seconds because of some inexperienced, useless, brat." He rants like a madman and presses the knife harder until it strains crimson.
"Everyone steals jobs, it happens." You explain, voice hoarse.
"And yet you couldn't even finish it."
You can barely breathe anymore. "I couldn't kill the child." You explain.
"I know. I did, and yet you still took all the fucking credit," He smirks and lifts his arm. "You ruined my reputation – everyone said I was beaten to the task by a fucking girl – and now you're gonna pay." You squeeze your eyes shut.
Instead of the pain from the knife you hear one gunshot and suddenly the man collapses onto you. Instantly, you sit up and shove him away. Your head snaps up, eyes wide, to see whoever just shot him.
Tangerine stands over you, tucking his gun back into his pants behind him. There's blood splattered across his cheeks but you don't think it's his. He grins, "Now he's a fucking misogynistic bastard." He holds out his hand and helps you stand, "Ya ok, luv?"
You nod slowly and look around the club. There are bodies everywhere. Lemon stands in the center, cleaning his gun and he tilts his head at you, "We should skedaddle before the coppers come." He points out.
You nod again and let Tangerine and Lemon walk you out and into their car.
* * *
The Twins house is as you would have imagined. It's basically a mansion and just as polarized as they are. All the rooms Tangerine touches are neat and fancy, while whatever is Lemons has more of a messy, boyish, charm.
You're sitting on the kitchen counter as Tangerine presses alcohol to your neck as he cleans your wound. He's uncharacteristically gentle with you,
"So, what did that wanker want with you anyway?" He asks, not looking into your eyes.
You grimace, "I stole his hit, apparently."
Tangerine raises his brow, "And he wanted to kill you because of it?"
"I also took his credit for killing the Senator's four year old son," You sigh, "When in reality, I couldn't bring myself to harm the little boy." You feel pathetic in front of Tangerine, who is silent for a moment until he says,
"I wouldn't have killed him either."
You look up at him, "Really?"
He looks you in the eyes, "Really. I don't harm kids." He pauses and then moves some hair away from your face so he can clean some more scratches you have on your skin, "Why'd ya take credit for the kill?"
"I didn't want to seem weak in front of my employer. He already trusts men more than women." Your sentence dies and you look away, "This is a male dominated business, you know? Like most careers, us women have to survive somehow." You bury your head in your hands, "I know it's dishonest but the only reason I got that job on the bullet train was because I earned a little reputation from the Senator hit."
Tangerine suddenly laughs and it makes you turn your head towards him again, "What?"
"I understand, luv. Ya don't need to explain yourself."
"You do?"
He kisses your forehead quickly, "Mmhm."
You feel weirdly fuzzy with his lips on your skin and you remember your previous kiss. You aren't sure if you should mention it, or simply pretend it had never happened. Tangerine pulls away from your skin, but his finger slips under your chin and tilts your head to look at him. His eyes jump from yours, then down to your lips, and you hold your breath.
When he kisses you, you know there is no need for talk anymore.
"Should have known you had a soft spot for me." You say anyway, smirking into his lips.
Tangerine frowns, "What's that, sugar?"
"You're secretly a softie, aren't you?" You tease him with a smile.
Unsurprisingly, his frown deepens and he warns, "You're startin' to get on my nerves, sweetheart. Continue like this and next time, I'll leave ya to defend yourself from that arsehole."
You fake hurt, dramatically crossing your hands over your heart, and flutter your eyelashes at him, "You wouldn't, Tan."
"Nah," Lemon interrupts the banter, entering the kitchen with his pink boxers and his mouth full of mint toothpaste, "He couldn't leave ya, Poppy. You're all he ever talks about."
"Shove one up your arse, Lemon." Tangerine hisses, eyes narrowing at his brother.
"You dug your own grave, mate, lay in it." Lemon dismisses him with his hand, "G'night." He smiles at you and spits in the skin. Tangerine watches Lemon walk out of the room. His face is deformed into an annoyed expression,and the moment Lemon shuts the door behind him, Tangerine looks at you.
"Zip it." He demands. He taps your upper thigh as an indication for you to jump off the counter. When you do, his hands linger on your waist, "Come on, you're up way past your bedtime, luv." He smirks at his own joke as he leads you out the kitchen and down the hallway.
Tangerine's room smells like him and is cleaner than your entire apartment. You walk to the queen-sized bed and marvel at how comfortable it is when you sit on it. "Here," Tangerine says nonchalantly and hands you one of his shirts. He turns around, making sure you have your privacy, as he starts to unravel his blue-tie.
You don't protest as you step out of your dress and throw his shirt over your head. You feel out of place when Tangerine turns back around and looks you up and down. He raises one eyebrow, "Well?"
"Well what?" You ask, confused.
"Get into the bloody bed, Poppy." He says harshly.
"What? Where are you sleeping?"
Tangerine runs a hand in his hair, "In the living room."
"Bullshit. You can sleep in your own bed, I’ll sleep on the couch." You pause, eyes scrunching, "Or I- I'll juts go home."
Tangerine smirks, "In my shirt?" He motions to your dress on the ground and you feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, "Just shut up and listen to me for once." He says.
"Then you stay too. There is enough room," You reason as you walk to one side and dramatically pull down the covers. You stare at him with wide eyes and pat the mattress, "You aren't afraid to sleep with a woman, are you now?" You tease.
Tangerine's cheeks flame and he grumbles something under his breath but he’s shedding his blazer. You avert your gaze and climb under the covers.
Your back is turned to Tangerine as you hold your breath, eyes bouncing around the room. Then, the light switches off, the bed dips and suddenly you feel warmth next to you.
"Tan?" You whisper into the darkness after a moment.
You hear him shift in the bed and then a small hum to tell you he' listening, "Poppet," He mutters and your lips curl upwards.
"Thank you.”
Silence.
"While I do appreciate the gratitude, why ya thanking me?" He asks, his voice low.
"Thank you for not killing me, and saving my ass, and of course letting me stay here — with you and your brother — " Your chest feels lighter and your eyelids start to feel sleepy. You feel Tangerine shift in the bed again and suddenly his arm is around your waist.
Your skin prickles with goosebumps and you shiver as Tangerine pulls you into him until you're curled up against his chest. You let out a shaky breath when you feel his cheek rest near yours, "Shhh, sleep now, luv. We'll leave the thank yous for tomorrow, hmm?" His voice is uncharacteristically sweet.
You hum in approval and let your eyes flutter shut. You start to drift in and out of sleep but you're almost certain you hear Tangerine mutter, "I'd never let anything bad happen to ya, Poppy. I promise, you're safe with me," just before you fall into the most relaxing sleep you know you'll ever have.
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Little game
Paring: Hantengu's clones x Fem!reader
Synopsis: Karaku to you, "Let's play a little game i made," and now you're blind folded, on the couch trying to guess who's eating you out.
Content: Sub reader, Dom clones, blind fold, Bondage, oral sex (reader receiving), Orgasm denial, slight monster fucking? (Their able to grow their tounges long), manhanding, feedbag position (click the link to know what I'm talking about)
Word count: 2.6k
A/n: hi guys!🥹 sorry I was MIA but I'm back!
Saw this idea on Twitter by the user TimieTate and I just HAD to write that idea with the clones😍
"Who's tounge do you think it is pretty girl?" Said a familiar voice that was heard across from you. It was Urogi. You were sat down on the couch, leaning back with your lower half to the edge with your legs open, feeling one of their tounges lapping at your clit. Urogi sat next to you and his claw on your thigh. You felt his large claw grip your thigh, making your legs close on the clone between your legs.
"Get back here! You're going to distract hee from giving an answer. You know how dumb she gets at just our touch alone," Sekido said, thumping his staff on the floor. "Oh, she'll answer. You know it's not me, so hurry up and give your answer. I'm dying to hear your answer," Urogi said in such a dark giggle.
Sekido grunts and shifts his eyes away from Urogi and onto you. "This game is ridiculous. Hurry up and guess who's tounge it is," Sekido said with annoyance in his tone. You bit your bottom lip, moaning softly with a few whines. You never would've thought Karaku wanted to play a game like this and practically put you to the test to tell their difference between their head game.
Although you're blindfolded to guess, you felt all their eyes glued onto you. The clone that was between your thighs was eager. His lips were sucking on your pretty clit while his tounge slide between your folds. You had to make a decision quickly. It clearly wasn't Urogi, Sekido spoke to argue with Urogi across from you so that only left two options.
Aizetsu or Karaku. Although they always get pussu drunk from eating you but one thing you can tell differently is that Aizetsu and karaku never hold back. They'll always start slow and work their way up, and right now, you felt your time running out since you felt your orgasm coming. Sekido reached his staff towards you and poked your side. "You know the rules. Don't fucking cum until you give an answer, or I'll shock you." He firmly said
You whimper softly, knowing you're not allowed to cum but you also didn't want Sekido shocking you like how he would with a spank on your ass when you disobeyed rules. "It's karaku!" You quickly say, your legs flexing a bit, but as soon as you answered, the clone pulled himself away. You shiver, feeling your orgasm wash away but your pussy still leaking with your juices.
Your heavy breathing fills the room as it becomes silent. It was an awkward silence before you felt a hand tightly gripping your thigh and nails dragging down your skin. You groan from the slight pain and then hear a deep scoff from Sekido. Karaku and Urogi laughed uncomfortably like a duo of Hyenas at your answer.
For the moment, you didn't understand until it sunk in a bit after. Before you could say something, Aizetsu spoke. "It wasn't him. It's me." Aizetsu said, with such a soft tone, yet his actions were harsh. "I-im sorry I didn't -" Aizetsu wasn't hearing it and spanked your ass. "When we get our alone time, I'm going to make you tell the difference between me and him," Aizetsu said and got up.
From his tone, you definitely hurt his feelings, but at the same time, you knew a punishment was yet to come. "Aw, you think about me when you're with Aizetsu? I must be that good, huh?" said Karaku, shooting a smirk at Aizetsu. You could feel that tension in the air. You couldn't do much but lay their, hoping Aizetsu will have some mercy on you afterwards, but you doubt it.
You calmed down, and the room went back to silence as the next clone took his turn. He grabbed your inner thigh and held them apart to ensure you don't try and hold his head between your thighs. You moan once you felt a tounge back on your clit, this time your clit being more sensitive from before. You think for a moment through the pleasure but then felt a hand placed on your lower stomach. Four large fingers on your stomach and the thumb pulling the skin back on your clit to he exact.
Your clit throbbed on his tounge and grip your hands onto the couch cushions. The clone then uses his hand to press down on your lower stomach a bit, making you moan out loudly as if you felt your orgasm coming back in seconds. His motivation seemed to get you as close as possible, so you had to answer quickly. "Uro- n-no hah~ Sekido!" Once you answered again, the clone needed to pull back, ruining another orgasm.
"Was that my name at first?" Urogi teased, knowing you were about to say his name bit instantly corrected yourself. Sekido growled. "You're lucky you called the right name," Sekido said and went back to his spot across from you on the couch. You whine softly, "Karaku. You said if I guessed right I'll be allowed to cum" you pout softly.
"I did, didn't I?" Karaku laughed. "But I only said that. Who said to say they'd also listen?" He smirked. You can feel his smug smirk. You should've known better. They all love to tease you until you break. "My turn now," Urogi said, sitting down on the floor and pulling your body closer by your legs and throwing them over his broad shoulders.
"Urogi. Now she knows it's you." Aizetsu sighed in disappointment at Urogi's carelessness. "She'd find out either way. I am the one clone with claws." Urogi chuckled, inches away from your pussy. "Fuck.." you quietly said, just eager to be back on your high and cum. "Ready for me?" Urogi said as his tounge stuck out, giving your puffy pussy soft kitten licks.
You nod. "Then come here" Urogi said as his mouth opens more as you shift your hips further into his face, moaning as his lips make contact with your pussy. Your hand grips onto his hair as you move your hips up and down on his tongue. Urogi will always let you do this to his face. He just can't get enough, and he knows how wet you get from doing that.
Urogi digged his talons in your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was definitely enough to leave a trail of scratch marks. Urogi chuckled as he felt your clit throb on his tounge and pulled away for a moment. "Yeah. You love pain mixed in with your pleasure, dont you? How delightful. C'mon baby, keeping going crazy on my tongue," Urogi said, still supporting your lower half.
"Urogi~" You gasped, moaning his name as you bring your hand to your mouth, covering it with the back of your hand and moans into it as your other hand grips onto Urogi's hair as you roll your hips up to grind on his tounge. "Don't cover your damn mouth," Sekido said, wanting to hear your desperate moans to cum.
"I'll handle it when Urogi is done. I'm the one who came up with the game, after all." Karaku grinned. You were getting close. Your breathing quickening, your hand gripping tighter on Urogi's hair and your inside tightening around nothing. Your mouth hung open, even with some droll running down your chin as you were so close but like the others, Urogi stopped just as you were about to cum and pulled away.
"N-no, please-" you begged, not wanting Urogi to stop, but he just laughed at your state. You whimpered softly and even dampened the blind fold with your tears of pleasure. Urogi's claw grabs his chin, "drolling already? Don't waste it. You'll need more of it when you're drooling on my cock later" Urogi said, giving you a kiss, making you taste yourself for a moment and then stepping away.
You felt a bit embarrassed. 3 orgasms were denied and especially in front of four clones. Your breaths hitched. The feeling of your orgasm felt blocked. You could feel it. You knew it was there but slowly fading with each passing second, making you grow sexually frustrated. "Wasn't that fun? Come on, tell me. "Now said Karaku, plopping himself right next to you on the couch as he put his arm around you.
You turned your head and whispered. "Please. Just make me cum" you begged as you rub your thighs together. "Pathetic." Said Aizetsu from across the room, not satisfied with your begs. "I can't hear you y/n. You'll have to speak up!" Urogi spoke loudly, making fun of your soft and shakey tone. "Beg better than that. You're just asking for us to leave you here and not let your finish" said Sekido.
Karaku pouted. Of course, you couldn't see it, but he did. "Oh no, looks like I can't make you cum if you're begging like that, but I can't just leave you here with a pussy that needs to cum can I?" Karaku said, showing fake sympathy for you before laughing and licking your cheek just to get a reaction.
They were so mean, but you couldn't wait any longer. "Please, please Karaku please" you say over and over. "I need to cum. I need you to make me cum" you begged harder to the point of more tears, dampening the blindfold. Karaku could see your desperation and then kissed you for a moment and then, pulling his lips away.
The clones shoot themselves a look, and then, Karaku spoke. "Turn around," Karaku said, and you did, slowly as you moan softly from your thighs, closing a bit just to turn. Your clit has become so sensitive to the point where any touch on it is enough to make you cum. Karaku removed the clothing from his shoulders and then used it to tie your hands behind your back.
"There. Now you won't hide those moans we love so much. Especially Sekido." Karaku chuckled and saw how Sekido turned his face away. Your hands weren't getting out of this. "Lay on your back, beautiful. Don't keep my waiting for my turn," Karaku said, growing eager for his turn after patiently waiting. Karaku didn't hesitate to grab your thighs and push them to your chest.
"Damn. They did a number on you didn't they? Your clit is sticking out so much~" Karaku moaned softly as the sight, smiling at your needy pussy. Karaku stuck his tongue out flat and licks your pussy and between your folds. "And you're so wet. And tasting so good for me. Let me hear how good it feels~" Karaku said though his tounge out as he licks and his lips kissing and sucking on your clit.
There's no way you could try and hide your voice, especially with Karaku keeping his word and eating you out so good and also your hands being bounded by his clothing. Your back arches and karaku only grips onto your shaking thighs tighter as he begins to eat your pussy out roughly.
"How noisy." Aizetsu commented with his usual frown. However, him, as well as his fellow clones, couldn't take their eyes off the site in front of them. If only you didn't have the blind fold on, you could easily see just how hard they've gotten and practically palming their throbbing cocks through their pants. "She'll be more noisy once she's jumping on my cock after this. Right, y/n?" Urogi laughed.
Sekido grunts. He was growing inpatient. He tried to keep his hands away from his crotch, not trying to edge himself through his clothing like Aizetsu and Urogi. Watching you whimper and moan, how your back arches from your hands being tied back and your thighs shaking in Karaku's grip was sending him over the edge already and made him want you even more.
"Hurry up and make her cum already." Sekido said in angered yet almost desperate tone just wanting to be inside you. "Wow look at that. You've managed to get all four demons in heat just from eating you out. Do you think you can handle all of us at once?" Karaku said, sucking on your clit and folds, then stops, making a pop sound. "Or would you have us pass you around like the good whore you are?" Karaku chuckled and gives your thobbing clit a kiss.
Before you could even come up with some kind of answer, you felt something a bit off. Karaku has always put his tongue on your entrance, but you feel his tongue slide between your folds and inside you a bit too easily, almost like his tongue grew. Karaku pulled back for a moment, letting out a sensual huff. He wasn't tired at all, his tounge was still going to work but even he too wanted you cum and taste it all.
Karaku pulled your body by your thighs towards him and then put you in a feedbag position. You gasped, bracing yourself with your arms behind your back. You felt Karaku's breathing against your clit and his hands on your ass as he uses his thumbs to spread you open, watching your wet folds open up with a slick line of your wetness and then disappearing.
"Oh... there's an ability that demons can do," Aizetsu spoke, as if he felt sorry for you. Before you could understand Aizetsu's words, your body shivers as you feel Karaku's tongue again. This time, his tongue licks your thighs and then eventually moves its way inside you. "O-ooh my god~!" Your breaths quickly as you felt his long tongue inside, already beginning to tounge fuck you like it had a mind of its own.
"Demons are able to make our tounges longer." Aizetsu said as he watches you're reaction. "Wh-why haven't any of you done this - aah!~" you say though moans and cries. "I would've done it. If you guessed the right name," Aizetsu said with some petty. "I'm sorryyy~" you whine as your walls clench down on Karaku's tongue, making him moan in response.
"At least she has something to clench on. Your pussy was just acking to be filling wasn't it?" Urogi asked and watches your mouth hangs open with loud moans. "Y-yes! Yes, yes~" you answered through moans as karaku continues to tounge fuck you, watching you with his emerald green eyes.
Aizetsu sighed. "You're so cute when you apologize," Aizetsu said, stepping towards you. "Aizetsu! Wait, your damn turn," Sekido said, but Aizetsu ignored him. "It is fun to watch. Look at how she reacts to her tits being touched." Urogi grinned and bites his lip watching you.
Aizetsu sat down near your head and leaned down, using his hand to grope your tit while using his finger and rub your sensitive nipple. "Gonna cum?" He asked and watching you nod your head quickly. "Yes, yes yes!~" you said, feeling the orgasm coming as you moans get Louder. Your voice was swallowed by Aizetsu, kissing you deeply and even lengthing his tounge to go down your throat.
You choke slightly from the feeling, making out with Aizetsu until your thighs slam shut around Karaku's head as you moan with a soft groan, cumming on Karaku's tounge. Karaku felt your insides throb, holding his tounge in pace until you relax from your orgasm. Karaku pulled his lips away and slides his tounge out of you, reverting it to normal size.
"That felt so fucking good" Karaku said and slaps your ass before putting your body down. Aizetsu soon too pulled his lips away from the kiss and reverted his tongue back to normal and then, pulling the blind fold over your head and watched your eyes flutter.
It took you a moment for your eyes to ajust to the lighting. You blink a few times and sighed in relief to see again, but soon enough, you saw the room shift as you were quickly picked up. You gasped. It was Urogi. His claw held you by the thighs as he held you over his shoulder. "You can't take all of us on the couch. Let's go to the bed, yeah?" He asks for your approval and looks back at you with a smirk.
"Okay~" you respond as Urogi takes you to the bedroom with the others quickly following behind.
The night was still younge, and you had many more hours to spare to entertain them a little more.
Part two? With the foursome?👀
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you just did a soda with a mommy kink… now i want dally 🙏 doesn’t even have to be mommy i’m just CRAVING submissive dally! maybe reader and him could be out and dal’s all tough until they get home 🤭🤭
Word Count: 1364
A/N: Hey pookies. Im back!!! Hope yall enjoy this chapter. it came out longer than I usually write so I hope you enjoy <3 Requests always open and I love you guys!
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The party music only seemed to get louder as I sipped my drink. I had no intention of getting drunk. It was a party at bucks right below Dallas's room and it was keeping me up. Dally was already down here, drinking his ass off and probably gambling. There was only a matter of time before I had to reel him in. One thing about him is that he got ballsy when he was tipsy
I checked the time and it was 2:00 am already. Cigarette and alcohol lingered in the air, probably getting everyone if not already, slightly high. My eyes scanned the room before situating them on Dally, at a pool table. I started at his hard expression that was clearly pissed off. Its time. I rose to my feet and shuffled through the packed party to get to him. "Dal, its time to go up." I spoke, touching his arm slightly.
Dallas's arm shook off my hand before looking at me with a challenging look. "I'll come up when I come up" My eyebrows knitted closely together as my face twisted with annoyance. "Dallas-" I spoke his name again with more confidence. "Can you just let me enjoy my time down here-fuckin suffocating me all the time." I looked at him with a sarcastic smile before leaning into his neck.
I pressed my lips to his pale skin, sucking ever so slightly before biting down harshly to make a bruise. I pull away and search his face for a expression. His eyes find mine in pure desperation, mercy, and begging. My lips tugged in both corners as my hand found its way to his neck, my thumb rubbing the bruise forming. "You like when I mark you up? Don't you?"
His adams apple bobbed as he gulped, supplying me with my answer. "You're definitely not leaving the bed tonight so get ready." My hand resting on his neck, slowly raked down his chest before I turned on my heel to make my way upstairs. Liquid courage always bites him in the ass.
His footsteps pattered behind me quickly, as I continued to walk. Once we got into our room I pulled Dallas into me, his toned stomach flush against mine. Our lips connect and I start to tease the waistband of his underwear. He sighed, thinking that he would get rewarded for his behavior. Stupid "Get on your knees, pretty boy"
Dallas complied and looked up at me. "You're so pathetic, baby. Acting like you're such a man but turning into a whore when you come here with me. " I tutted. Dallas let out a muffled grunt as he shifted on the floor. "Please help me. I need you" his voice was low and desperate. It sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears honestly.
I smiled at him before grabbing his chin and making him look at me in the eyes. "Prove it." Dallas nodded. His lips captured the skin of my shin, they slowly moved till they reach my upper thigh. "Can I take them off, sweetheart. Please?" Begging.
"Do you think you deserve that?" I feigned confusion. He lifted his head with furrowed brows.
"Please, don't make me beg. Im sorry, I need it."
Satisfaction painted my expression. He relaxed a bit, knowing what the look meant. I was gonna give him something...anything. It was like throwing a dog a bone. "Go ahead"
The metal of the button of my buttons clinked as urged to get them open. He tugged them down roughly, damn near giving me fucking friction burns. Dallas's mouth immediately founds it way to me, tonguing me over my underwear. "Fuck. Thats good, baby" I moaned.
The tip of his tongue hit my clit perfectly through the cloth, making me groan. I threw back my head against the door. A hand snaked between me and the door, bringing down on his mouth further. Praise spill from my mouth as I felt hypnotized by his wet muscle. His other hand came to my aching clit, starting to rub fast circle.
He ate me out like his life depended on it, only coming up to take quick breaths. My moans only encouraged him to go faster.
"Shit, Dally, yes, such a good boy."
I pulled him back by his hair to look at him. He looked completely pussy-drunk, eyes dazed and my arousal shining off the lower half of his face. "You're such a pretty boy, Dally. Its a shame you're not a good boy most of the time." I feigned a fake sympathy face before pushing his face back between my thighs.
I looked down at him and his eyes met mine. His tongue wrapped around my clit and sucked as his fingers came to my entrance, teasing me. "Don't tease." His middle finger entered me almost immediately, making me groan loudly. My moans spewed him on, another finger pushing into me.
"You love eating my pussy, don't you? Say it for me."
He pulled back himself this time, "I love eating your pussy. I want you to cum. I need it, sweetheart"
I felt my peak get closer hearing his pleas. My hand founds its way to his hair pushing him closer to me. My hips bucked into his face, grinding harder and harder. My orgasm crash over me soon after, making me cry out.
I released his hair after pulling him away. "Get up. Dallas got up quickly. My lips found his immediately, my tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen it quickly. We both pulled away breathless. "Take off your clothes for me" I whispered against his lips.
Dally stepped back and hurriedly pulled off his shirt, pants and lastly underwear. I pushed him on the bed and straddled him, connecting our lips once again. "What do you want? Be a good boy and use your words. He groaned softly at my choice of words
"I need to be inside of you, Please."
I told him to flip us over till I was on my back. "Always feels so good. Can I move, please?" He whispered into my ear as he pushed in. "Mhm." His hands grasped my hips as he pulled them flush against him. He let out a content sigh. "Fuck."
Dallas rocks into me, making me feel every part of his cock. "Go faster for me, baby" I told him. He whimpered and complied. "Shit, you feel so good." I pull him down to press my lips to his neck, giving him new marks. "You like that? I didn't forget about earlier, you're not coming yet.
His blissful expression dropped quickly as my words sunk in.
I could tell that he was close by the way his cock throb inside of me. The room was filled of sounds of slapping skin and moans. It almost feels addictive the way Im just taking him in. I felt him thrust particularly harder, making moan out. "You're so handsome when you're desperate, Dally"
He groaned. "Please say my name like that again. Can I cum?" I shook my head and gave him a sarcastic pout. "Aw poor baby. All pent up. Well you should've thought about that before" His mouth came down to my chest, starting to kiss down the valley of my breasts. My orgasm approached as my moans got raspier and breathless.
I brought my hand down to me clit, rubbing fast circle on the aching bundle of nerves. "Gonna cum. You're doing so good" It only took a couple more thrust before I came, make me grip his biceps. "I need to-" he tried to get out before I interrupted. "Beg"
His thrusts don't halt as he repeats the word "please" to me in a effort. "Not good enough, baby. Cmon I know you can do it." I brought him back down to kiss down his jaw once again. "I love you. Im sorry, I won't do it again. I s-swear. oh fuck. I wont-"
"Cum for me." I whispered.
He buried himself into me at a hilt before shooting thick ribbons of cum into me. " Thank you! Thank you!"
Such good manners.
#the outsiders#dallas winston#dallas winston x reader smut#dally imagine#the outsiders dally#dally winston#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#steve randle#sodapop curtis#two bit mathews#the outsiders smut#the outsiders 1983
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thinking abt alhaitham/kaveh/itto with a s/o who practically acts real bossy with them but becomes absolutely dumb when they get fucked. if its okay w u, could u pls write abt them (or any one of them) railing the brains out of their s/o after a day of bossing them around? no rush, and feel free to write as you please! thank you!
A/n:thank you anon for the req!,i apologise for the wait,i didnt forgot your req,my inbox is in flames right now soooo,i hope you enjoy,i wrote about all 3 of them because i just couldnt choose one
warnings:smut,!gender-neutral language used,doggystyle(itto),against the table(kaveh),degrading(alhaitham),rough sex,teasing,gagging.
🌱al haitham
''are you done bossing me around all day you little slut,dont forget who is the real boss here''al haitham groaned in your ear,his chest pressed against your back as he pounded into you.
''what are you too cock drunk to answer''he teased you seeing no reply from you but only moans,his fingers deep inside your mouth gagging you as you drooled all over them,unable to form a single sentence but only reply with moans.
Al haitham thrusting into you at a fractic pace,his frustration showing with each one of his thrust,one more brutal than the other.He wasnt the hotheaded type nor the type to loose his cool at anything,and now you learned the hard way that you fucked up really bad on why you shouldnt make him mad
His strong thrusts knocking the the air out of your lunges,as you held into the bed sheets for dear life,al haitham was not going to stop anytime soon and its was going to a long night for you.
🏛kaveh
''oh kaveh please~''you cried out,your legs pushed onto either side of your head as kabveh fucked into your hole,he couldnt hold back anymore,he tried to be patient with you but afte today you took it too far with your bullshit,couldnt you wait for one hour until he was done with his assignment or do you wanted him to fail?you were suprised he was so patient for so long.
''where is your bossy attitude now hmm''kaveh said with a mocking tone,seeing how your eyes rolled at the back of your head everytime he trusted into you,your mind felt hazy.
''i-im sorry kaveh''you tried to beg for forgiveness from him but you were too fucked out of your mind to form a sentence,your mouth gapping open the only thing coming out being your moans.
''by the time im done with you the only thing you will be screaming is my name''he huffed still frustratedas his pace never slowed down and became more brutal.
👹itto
itto is not the type to loose his but....he was so done with you,he already had kuki to boss him around all the time but you...you were a different type of bossy,you wouldnt stop talking until what you wanted got done.
''fuck itto slow down~''you whine,itto showing no mercy as he pounded deep into you at a brutal pace,while he pulled your hair as he fucked you from behind.
''You think you can boss me around''he growled his merciless pace never stopping one bit,you mind felt blank unable to think a smart comeback anymore you were basicly moaning mess at this point.You have never seen the oni be so frustrated with your attitude before which was really out of character for him to do so.
itto hit your sweet spot over and over again with his cock earning more moans from you in the process,brace yourself because it was going to be a long night for you as the oni wasnt going to stop anytime soon until he gets his messages across.
#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham smut#kaveh x you#kaveh smut#kaveh x reader#kaveh x reader smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin x reader smut#genshin x reader#genshin x you#arataki itto x reader#itto smut#itto x reader#arataki itto x you#itto imagines
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Could I Request Jouno with a quiet People pleaser that'd be so cute ngl >-<I'll leave the rest up to you, and how you see fit hehe
RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD)
NOTE omg ,,,..... so many things to say , , ,.. ... ... jouno is so aaaa aaaaaaAAA <3333 i love h im
Note; fluff! gn reader (they/them), overprotective jouno
we all know that jouno is a big tease to his peers. you weren't an exception to his regular 'insults' and remarks.
what confused him the most is how you'd never bite back.
when you first joined the hunting dogs, you were naturally a reserved and quiet person.
he'd try to bug you, but you never really budged in the way he'd expect.
you take every insult with a nod and unbothered, gracious smile.
jouno began to feel bad. he pitied you for what he thought was you being oblivious when in truth - you thought that he wouldn't like to see you genuinely hurt by his remarks.
against all odds, you two fell in love rather quickly.
to simplify it ; you fell first but he fell harder.
jouno didn't have any previous relationship experience so it was DIFFICULT to figure out his emotions. he had to go to the other members for help.
tecchou was as equally dumb if not dumber than him when it came to love. teruko began to blackmail him, threatening to tell you about his crush before he even had a chance to confess. fukuchi, well.. he was too drunk to give any proper advice. jouno found he was able to confide in tachihara who suggested he take you out somewhere nice and tell you straight-forwardly about how he felt.
and so, he did just that. taking you out to a lavish restaurant by the sea, you were amazed at the thought jouno would even do this much for you.
you were even more amazed when he took you out on the pier with the night sky hanging above and got down on one knee, presenting you with a ring as he confessed his overdue romantic attraction towards you.
bashfully, you informed him,
" ...jouno, that's for marriage. "
he's immediately like &^!*(£*&?@? NO!! I knew that. duh, I obviously knew that!!
you're giggling at his cover-up and shut him up by getting down as well and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.
he lost it.
for the first time in his life, jouno was so stupidly in love!
he treasures you like gold, like a princess, like treasure, oohhh you are so so spoiled and prized by him!
on a mission his last victim just barely alive vomiting blood by jouno's shoes as they claw desperately for his mercy, then he just,, ''would you like to see my cute s/o?''
the guy is so confused. does he say no? but if he says yes and sucks up to jouno, maybe he'd be spared!
jouno goes ahead and turns his phone screen to the bloodied man, showing him his lock screen - a selfie of you and jouno that you insisted was worthy of having as wallpaper. times like that made jouno wish he could see, but nevertheless, " aren't we just the cutest? "
with a nervous gulp, the criminal would nod his head rapidly.
" yeah! " he'd agree with jouno, unable to care less, really. " they're adorable, yeah! you're a lucky man! "
jouno grinned, straightening his posture to tuck his phone away. " i really am a lucky man. a nice one, as well. " he put his sword away much to the relief of the man below.
" i gave you the privilege of looking at an angel from the heaven you'll never reach. "
jouno had switched his sword for a gun.
you were such a kind person. jouno thought you were a bit too soft and way too forgiving for your own good.
when he'd tease you, he'd KNOW when he went too far, but he was so confused when you wouldn't be upset. at least not visibily.
he could sense that your body would deflate in quiet sadness at some certain joke, but you'd never say anything about it.
you kept your feelings to yourself and soon enough he found out it was because you didn't want to upset him by telling him his humour wasn't right for you.
the day he approached you about it, his heart broke hearing you sob as you were uncertain with how to set boundaries properly.
you were always a ''i don't mind, if you wanna!'' person, letting others push you around and use you how they pleased.
since that confrontation, jouno was always sure to be gentle with you.
he'd still tease you every now and then, but he'd compliment you so, so much.
when you'd oversleep, he'd wake you up by peppering kisses all over your face instead of his past pulling-the-covers-off-and-opening-the-blinds routine.
although jouno still can't fully grasp the concept of a 'people-pleaser', he feared that you were scared of him or at least had been scared of him which made you unable to approach him about your dislike for his mean behaviour.
after that, he was able to spot more instances where you'd allow yourself be taken like a dumb doll by others.
when people would boss you around and you'd comply obediently.
no. he didn't approve of that.
while he'd happily threaten others - with you, he'd sit you down and warn you that your kindness can be exploited.
you were always too afraid to tell people 'no', so jouno would begin to teach you how. steadily, of course!
no one was going to take advantage of you, not with him around.
he cares so much for you, he's such a sweet bf to have, looking out for you.
plus, it was so funny that he - a sadistic, cruel, extroverted ex-criminal had a sweet, shy partner by his side!
©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3
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ohhh im so glad u write for graves because i cannot stop thinkin about him getting home from deployment and fucking shy!fem!reader like as soon as he gets through the door because he missed his pretty girl so much :( he's like a man starved because he is!!! it was driving him nuts not hearing ur sweet voice and feeling ur soft skin every morning and now he's back and he's not gonna let u go anywhere any time soon!!!
omggg :(( when he flings open the door to find you in HIS long t-shirt and just skimpy panties on?? ohhhhhh he’s gone MAD !!!! (not proof read btw)
cw: smut
“fuck- phillip what are you-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence without him just diving right into your mouth, sloppy and messy kisses, and your losing breath but he doesn’t care, just needs to know that his love is safe in his arms and okay. he finally lets you take a breather before lifting you up on the nearest structure, which is the dining table.
“phillip, im making food!! it’s gonna get fucking burnt!” you whine and writhe but he’s not letting you go, he needs to have you now. when he was kissing, his hands kept grasping at your (his) shirt, needing it off. “so needy phillip-“ “take ya’ fuckin clothes off and head to the bedroom. i wanna have a good lil’ time with my precious doll, haven’t seen yew’ foreva’ i need ya’ bae, please.” you’ve never seen him be desperate but desperate he was.
you shuffled up the stairs swiftly with your shirt hanging off of your shoulders from the force of him grabbing your harshly, hearing small shreds. you then heard those familiar boots come up the stares, you wide-eyed and realized you didn’t remove your clothes. just as you took off your panties, phillip came in, just looking at your body, staring up n’ down. admiring your form.
“missed ya’ so much bae, couldn’t stand being alone, lemme fuck ya’ please, i know i haven’t showered but i need ya’ i need ye’ so bad. please” his begs are like music to your ears, you think about it for a second before nodding and saying “but- be gentle.” and he nods vigorously. you tell him to come up and in the bed, which he followed through being the good man he is of course.
now he’s balls deep within your pussy and just hammering it, your poor lips getting a beaten from his heavy cum filled balls. their so heavy and- “fuck, love need more of ya’ i just need more of your pretty, perfect pussy. please, let me rub that lil clit for you?” and you nod, your cock drunk and came around 3 times already and you don’t even know what will happen next.
he slaps your clit, not to rough but not to soft either. he hits it, then pats it a few times, leaving you so close to your fourth. he has came 2 times but jesus christ you weren’t prepared for shit next.
he changed positions, pushed your head down as your ass was arched up and he just unbelievably pounded into you, leaving no mercy behind. the rough hands on your hips were definitely get a bruise, your mind hazy in that subspace. just moaning and drooling everywhere. and that’s when you and him both cum for the final time. leaving you in shambles as he collapses beside you. your whimpering from the little stings in your legs and your shaking a bit.
after all of that aftercare, you guys (he carries you) finally reached the bedroom, you both settled down and cuddled up, having some type of show on in the background to fall asleep too, but before you finally close your eyes phillip speaks. “thank you love for this, love you so much, love you.. so perfect for me- ‘m never letting you go. never”
your passed asleep right next to him, in his arms, in bed, at our home
(not proof read, so sorry it’s 6 am 😭😭)
#request#🥱#now i go sleep#cod#cod mw2#call of duty#cod mwii#cod x reader#cod smut#phillip graves#graves cod#graves x reader#graves x you#graves x y/n#smut#amazing idea
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me? horny asks? noooo neverrrr
ok but in ur humble opinion, which genshin boyos do you think would make the best subs? (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
mwah
# — ⛧ THE BRAT, THE SLUT, AND THE OBEDIENT⌇
💌 — my spin on which genshin menses are the best subs, as an indecisive fuck who can’t decide if im a brat tamer, slut lover or soft dom <3
!! — kaeya, childe, zhongli x dom reader, k; exhibitionism, kaeya’s a slut, c; (light) feminization, degrading, name calling, z; service sub, zhonglis a tease 😮💨
— THE BRAT.
kaeya is a lot of things.
a liar, a drunk, a cocky bastard, and most importantly; a brat.
he’s the kind of brat that always keeps tension high, and the air hot, constantly looking for a way to tease and work you up.
when you catch his eye randomly from across the room, he’s making lewd motions with his hands, mock pleasure on his face as he pretends to suck a cock or get fucked. he’s a genius at timing these teases— he always got away with it, but not you.
your face flushed even more with embarrassment, as people around ask if you’re feeling well. you see kaeya smirk out of the corner of your eye as he watches you try to make something up, while so disheveled.
finally got control of him? your hand tangled in his hair and his face inbetween your thighs? he’s never going to break eye contact as he laps at your pussy hungrily. he’s going to tilt his head teasingly, and tuck his hair behind his ear, giving you that look of want.
“i’m gonna fuck you ‘till you’re sobbing kaeya,”
“oh, really?” he asks cockily, “i think you’re going to have to fuck me much harder to make me cry~”
he’s got a big fucking smirk on his face too, because he knows that you’ll give him a reaction, and fuck him like a whore. just how he wants.
— THE SLUT.
tartaglia is my personal slut of choice. i’m a believer that if you get far enough to be dominant with him, he’s going to enjoy himself and not put up a fight, allowing you to slut him out, while he drools. you know the kinky fuck isn’t fighting back not because he can’t, but because he truly enjoys this.
he loves being at your mercy, as you degrade and tease him, nothing turns him on more.
you wanna fuck him with a strapon? he’s arching his back and burying his face in the pillows, whining like a girl.
want him to eat you out while you fuck his face? he’s practically making out with you cunt, licking your pussy like it’s his last meal.
wanna play with his sensitive body till he cries? tie him up and he’ll moan and whimper for you like a slut, begging you to let him cum, cause he’ll be ‘sooo good’ for you.
he’s just a perfect little boy toy that’ll get on his knees any time you’re mean to him. it’s just so fucking sexy that he gets all hot and bothered from you humiliating and degrading him.
he’s the best little whore <3
(just like jd in dead girl walking if you’re demanding things and of childe and bossing him around he’s just gonna be all whipped like 😵💫😳 ok ok mommy)
— THE OBEDIENT
zhongli loves to learn about new things, especially if it pleases you. he’s a total service sub, and he’ll do anything to make you feel good.
he’s totally shameless about asking if you two can try something new in bed, after all, you’re lovers right?
“darling, would you like to try sitting on my face?” zhongli asked nonchalantly, taking a small sip of his tea. “childe said that if i do well enough you’ll.. ride my face?” he’s not even making eye contact, and you can see the little smirk on his lips.
you two were literally eating dinner.
“sounds lovely,” you compose yourself quickly, “i think it would be best if i tied you up for that, no?” he certainly wasn’t expecting that you’d clap back, you noted that flicker of want in his eyes.
“anything for you, dearest.” zhongli coos with the same nonchalance, and you know he means it, so there’s no harm in letting him tease you for a little fun.
zhongli. loves. pegging. he loves the intimacy of it! he wants to hold your hand as you work your way into his hole, squeezing when he feels it deep.
please cup his cheek and tuck his hair behind his ear too, he will literally melt.
when you start fucking him, no matter how slow the pace, he’s going to praise you so sweetly. he’s been so touch starved for thousands of years, he’ll obey whatever command it takes to get that sweet release.
“a-ah— dearest, it feels like heaven when you make love to me... p—please, do as you wish to me.”
#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#sub genshin#sub genshin impact#sub genshin impact smut#kaeya smut#kaeya x reader smut#childe smut#tartaglia smut#zhongli smut#sub childe#sub kaeya#sub zhongli#childe x reader smut#zhongli x reader smut#🤍.dom#🤍.zhongli#🤍.childe#🤍.kaeya
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"me u & Hennesy"
parings : Fontaine x fem blk woman
cw : smut (18+), drunk sex
authors note: this was so rushed lol heres smthg a lil short and sweet. im also having the worst writer's block right neoww ugh someone free mee (feedback is appreciated!!)
The night started with you, Fontaine, yo-yo, slick, and a bottle of Hennessy and all ended with you gasping under Fontaine next to the empty bottle on the table. The night where you thought you all came for a good time and would leave right after, turned into you doing more than just spending the night.
As they said, “Drunk actions are sober thoughts”
What started as a kiss on the lip turned into taine blowing your back out with no mercy. Groins and faint moans coming from his thick lips. The warm air filled with gasps and skin slapping together. One hand holding a tight grip on your damp, sweaty hips while the other lightly gripping your neck to face him. The grills that were once brightened from your juices were now shining above you. All this time he hid his tangled feelings from you, his desire, his lust. Who knew a few shots would help him unravel them.
#ahhhhhh#i love this man so much yall#they cloned tyrone#fontaine#fontaine x reader#black reader smut#tct#fontaine x black reader#john boyega
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Hey - you said repeaters welcome so here I am 💅
If you’ve watched Scenes from a Marriage, I need ya thots /HC for Levy:
BEST FRIEND.
Jonathan Levy x f!reader.
Warnings: mentions toxic relationship, mentions cheating, does this count as cheating too?, angst, smut, fluff, swearing.
Requested by: @boredzillenial
Author's Note: bestie the gif u send is so MWAH cheeky beefy oscar isaac ass 🤭 if u dont mind, i added in a small story line because u swear this man deserves better. mira fucked him up smh (tbh i have no idea what im writing have mercy on me)
Summary: you're Jonathan Levy's best friend, always been in love with him even after he got married. But then it crumbles down and you proved that you treat him better.
MINORS DNI
My immediate thought is like: oh childhood besties with Jonathan instead of the usual teacher-student relationship. I think it adds more drama, you know?
Imagine being so in love with this man for years, but he's blind. He marries Mira and to add salt to the wound you were his best man, or rather best woman. Holding in tears because you thought to yourself 'Surely, I'd move on.'
You two grow up, still closer and you watched him make a family of his own while you work a decent job and end up drinking at the end of the day. Partners come and go, but none of them made you feel the same way Jonathan did. And Jonathan barely did shit.
You knew it was wrong pining for a married man, but you hoped some day Jonathan sees that Mira treats him like shit. You didn't want to upset him since you're his best friend. The one person who knew everything about him even after setting boundaries since he got married.
Were you surprised when Jonathan calls you over and tells you Mira cheated on him? Of course not. You called up a babysitter for Ava and went to hit up a bar, drowning in his sadness.
"What does she have that keeps you... I don't know... loving her? What's so different that you keep crawling back to her."
He couldn't reply. Jonathan stared at you, remembering all the times you two talked— the ones where he's always ranting about his married life, the struggles and the stress. You always just sat there and listened to him. You never straight out voiced your opinion about Mira.
"What else do you think of her?"
"She's a bitch. I mean seriously, you two have a daughter and she pulls this shit. Anyone— and I mean everyone can treat you better than she does."
You always did speak the truth when you're drunk. So this was different.
"You packed her shit too. If I were you, I would've burned everything she owned. Did I ever tell you of the ex boyfriend I had? Changed his shampoo to hair remover."
"That's a bit extreme."
"Your face is a bit extreme."
You always knew just how to make him laugh, even with childish insults. No words were exchanged between the two of you, Jonathan stared at you, scanning your features. Something about you was different. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he's just barely tipsy.
Next thing he knew, he kissed you. He realized that he loved you more than a best friend normally did. He was in love.
Even if it took your whole lives, you thanked whoever the fuck made him realize he loved you (me).
In the middle of your kissing session, he pulls away only to take off his glasses, even touching the lenses despite wanting to keep it fingerprint-free.
His daughter's asleep, baby sitter's gone. You two stumbled into his house, lips locked. Jonathan wasted no time getting you into his bedroom (well, him and Mira's bedroom) and taking your clothes off.
Not only was this the perfect revenge, this was a perfect moment. Your wildest dreams finally coming true.
Jonathan fucks— no, he makes love. He's slow, making you feel good. He's definitely a giver. He peppers you non-stop with kisses. You leave scratches and marks on his body. The pleasure is too much. You were happy that night.
The next morning, breakfast in bed and a kiss on your forehead. Clearly, he didn't regret anything from last night. Jonathan really realized he loved you and you loved him.
Let's just say that you practically lived in his house at this point. Mira comes home to find Jonathan fucking you on the kitchen counter.
"You slut-!"
"You can't say shit, you cheated on him you fucking cunt!"
You successfully landed a harsh slap across Mira's face before getting pulled away by Jonathan. He carries you back into his bedroom and he cups your face with a smile.
"Did it feel good?"
"Yeah. Been wanting to do that since she broke the mug I gave you if I'm being honest."
Jonathan kicked Mira out, and you two spent the night making love to each other. Jonathan was right— everything Mira hated about him, you loved. You were absolutely better than her.
Their divorced finalized, and Jonathan got full custody of Ava. You moved in and brought life to their dull house.
For your birthday, he bought you a piano... an expensive one at that. He loved hearing you play.
He's the type to pick you small flowers every day and you have an album filled with pressed flowers. Before you go to work, he would slip a sticky note in your bag and you would find it while working and can't help but smile.
You make his lunches. He's always liked your cooking. You were definitely levels up from pathetic dinner tupperware spaghetti.
You even pack Ava's lunch for school, making notes like
Have a good day, sweetie! I love you ❤️
For Jonathan, it's always confessions of love. Even if at this point you two should be married.
Love you for as long as the stars shine ❤️
He can't help but smile like a fool during lunch. Even brags about the food you make.
He was in the middle of a lesson when he realized he wanted to marry you. As soon as class ended, he sprinted to Tiffany & Co. and bought you a diamond ring that suited you.
He was just utterly in love with you. One day, playing your piano, you looked ethereal that he grabbed the ring and got down on one knee. He just loved you too much.
You two spent the rest of your days more and more in love than that day in the bar along with your children. He couldn't ask for anyone better. You were the one for him, no one else.
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we all know jaehyuns delulu but im gonna need your thoughts
subject || jung jaehyun
title || of his delusional romanticism
demian || yes
warnings || NO MINORS, ETC., ETC.; femme!reader, reader has a clit, thick dick!jae, hopeless romantic core, penetration, super rough sex, reader is so sore :(, jaehyun stares at you like his mama didn't teach him any better
Ha, poor baby's so obvious.
Don't be too hard on him though. He's trying his best to stay sober, but you're perfumed with the sweetest elixr. He can't help but get drunk on you and have his consciousness consumed by those pretty fantasies again.
If you spare a hand and grab his, he just might make it back to Earth.
But you don't have to worry, he hates that you do. Even if his head never descends from the clouds, you'll forever be able to lean on him. The mile-long expanse between his shoulders is waiting for you, rest here for a while.
Jae is the type to think that romance will save the world. He'll throw himself off a cliff for you, not to test the powers of a goddess or anything, but because for love he'll commit the ultimate sacrifice.
For you. Watch, he can prove it.
Will he regret it? He certainly doesn't think so. He knew it was you from the moment he first saw you.
The cafe. The early morning sunlight streaming through the window by your table. The soft r&b setting the rhythm for every turn of the page of your book of poems, the raise of the hot ceramic mug to your lips, the tuck of a lock of hair behind your ear... So you're the one he's been waiting for.
Nice to meet you.
God, it's really you. He might just be convinced he knew you from a past life. Have you been getting his messages? He's been on the line all alone until now.
No, you don't have to respond, just keep those quick fingers at the strings of his heart. Don't stop, it hurts too good.
But when he refocuses, comes down from the high and pushes the mist from the corners of his vision, you're gone. You drank your coffee so fast, he didn't have a chance to —
"Hey pervert, do you have any idea how creepy you look staring like that?"
Your words taste so sweet. Give him more.
Jae's hopelessly delusional self is always getting into situations like this, but with you it's real. He feels it. And you will too, one day, someday, in his bed when he takes you for the first time.
He would be so delicate, as if you really would break if he abandoned the little sense he has left and fucked you the way he's been waiting so patiently to.
Just a little longer, soon, after you get used to the girth (he couldn't help chuckling at your expression when you first saw him in all his glory) but the feeling of finally being inside you is overwhelming. He can't wait anymore.
And so the bear will lose control and your pounding will begin.
The luscious roll of his hips offers a tenderness to the agony that is taking every meaty inch, but you're nearly as addicted to your stretch as he is to the spasming heat.
And the torture doesn't last long, regretfully so. He's bottoming out faster and faster, taking you to the summit through brute force and an insistent thumb at your clit, god, so, so close.
Your cries for mercy are music to his ears.
He'll smile as he ducks his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder, desperate pants rounding out to honor his entire range — thick indigo chest notes, rich chocolatey tenor, that falsetto... his delicious lullaby packaged and sold for the very reasonable price of your ability to walk tomorrow.
And 99 cents.
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Jacaerys began to suspect that the two years old Jaehaerys and Jaehaera are his children after servants started whispering that Jaehaerys looks a just like him as a toddler, and pointing out the locks of dark hair that Jaehaera has. But he doesn't understand how the children can be his, he never slept with Helaena. But sudlently everything gets weirder when he remembers sharing a bed with his uncle after getting drunk three years ago.
Alicent sometimes spent hours watching her grandchildren closely. Every little change they had each week, and a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach with each noticeable one.
She remembers the relief she’d felt when the twins had been born and a mop of soft silver curls adorned their little heads. The Gods had been merciful.
But they were toddlers now and Jaehaera, her precious granddaughter, with beautiful violet eyes, fair skin and soft silver curls. A carbon copy of her aunt, yet not the one she called daughter. She looked so much like Rhaenyra when they were kids, it was a bit difficult to watch sometimes. But it had gotten worse. It started with a single strand of hair when the girl was but a few months old. Now at almost two years of age, Jaehaera’s hair was an ombré colour, dark brown slowly eating the silver away.
Alicent knew her first son had been different since the moment he was born. He had inherited all the qualities of those sinful ancestors of theirs. In the ways of Old Valyria, where males were sometimes born with both sexes, able to bear children and continue the (im)purity of their bloodlines by all means. The Targaryens and Velaryons had such cases in their intertwined, inbred, bloodlines, though it had become a rarity as the decades passed.
Alicent had been cursed with a firstborn with such traits. And it didn’t help that Aegon grew to be the way he was. Such an ungrateful libertine, whoring himself out at every opportunity he got.
So when her son’s belly started to swell a few years back, Alicent wasn’t surprised when it didn’t turn out to be parasites. She had been mad, furious. Aegon took the situation like Aegon takes everything else; a joke. Viserys had been fascinated, because of course he had, that his son could carry children of his own. He didn’t seem to care about the babe’s paternity, again—of course he hadn’t, he was used to it after his whore of a daughter had brought three bastards into this world already.
Viserys might had not cared, but Alicent did. Dignity and honour would prevail as long as she walked those cursed halls. So she wed Aegon to Helaena and tagged the pregnancy on her daughter, making up the story that she was having a difficult pregnancy and had been bedridden, and that Aegon worried for his sister-wife wouldn’t leave her side. It had worked well. Until the children turned two and the curse of their true identity was leaking through.
And Alicent knew. She had known for a long time. Aegon had been awfully quiet about who had knocked him up. Nothing made him break, and that could only mean one thing.
A mother always knows.
Her son had bore Rhaenyra’s bastard two more.
#idk why but alicent pov#i started this MONTHS ago and it’s been on my drafts since#jsm old asks release#aegon ii targaryen#jacaerys velaryon#aegon x jacaerys#jaegon#jacegon#jacegon fanfic
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Jesus “Freak”
Smut-mas day 3
Matt Murdock x reader
Sum- When drunk Christmas Eve leads you and matt to the abandoned church he shows you just how much of a Jesus freak he is.
CW- cussing, sex, oral! Fem reciving, Mentions of religious deities, Church sex, smut, 18+ language and themes, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it)
“shh!!” Matt drags you into the church out of the snowing cold.
You gasp looking up.
“wow matty!” You laugh at your drunk friend. He laughs back at you. As you admire the ceiling despite it being run down and broken.
“this is my secret hide out! I come here so often.” He says he giggle moving closer to him.
“What do you do? Pray to the little man in the sky?” You mock. He chuckles
“that…and i think about you.” He says turning to you his red circled glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose.
“You..are drunk.” You slur.
“so are you.” He replies.
“no no no if I hadn’t played pool with you it wouldn’ve happened.” You say going back to your very cometive game of pool table, who ever makes a shot the other has to drink.
“do you really think about me?” You ask
“yeah…a lot. Too much probably. I think about everything.”
“Whats everything?” You ask.
“your smell, the f-feeling of your hair, the sound of your voice, the softness of your skin.” He replies.
“I think about you too matty..i think of your smile and your pretty eyes, your humor, you hands, your abs, the way you admire me.” You say
“well i think about what your body would feel like, how arm you are.” He says
“Matthew…” you say
“hmm?” He asks
“kiss me.” You say he immediately places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you in kissing you. What was supposed to be a short peck turneed into a full on make out session.
He walks you backwards until you hit the edge of a pew. You pull off his shirt he takes off yours as you both hungrily kiss each other. His cold hands search your waist feeling you and meet the clasp of your bra easily taking it off. You dont know if its from his daredevil sense or him being a man whore.
Regardless you fall back on to the soft pew seats as up pulls your hips to him. You grind against him as he pulls you pants and underwear off your shoes long gone somewhere.
“please matty fuck me.” You
“were in the house of god y/n you cant say that.” He chuckles
“Jesus Christ matt.” You huff he presses his lips against yours dropping his pants and begins to enter you. You gasp at his large dick pushes into you. Giving you a second to adjust he begins to thrust into you. At this point giving now mercy.
Your nails run down his back surely leaving marks he get back at you by leaving Hickeys.
“Fuck so good.” He huffs.
“i-i thought, Ngh, we were in the house of god.” You moan out.
He replies with thrusting into you rougher as his thumb finds your clit.
Causing your back to arch. Matt makes sure to feel you as much as he can despite his daredevil super hearing and stuff he’s still blind. He savers your kiss and the feeling your or cunt around his dick. The way your breasts jiggle under his hand, the feeling of your hands on him.
“ah matt-” you gasp as you cum around him. A few more thrusts and it dosnt take him long to cum as well in his drunk state forgetting that cumming in someone could get them pregnant.
It ends in a make out session then him putting two pews together making a makeshift bed as he puts his large coat over you both as you drift to sleep
….
Waking up to the sun absolutely blinding you. You look over seeing a sleeping matt.
“oh fuck..” you whisper sitting up barley rembering your adventures. You look around at the abandoned yet beautiful church. You run your fingers through you hair fixing it a bit.
“matt…Matthew.” You bump him awake you opens his eyes as it takes him a second to realize what’s going on.
“oh shit…” he says putting his hand to his face. Sighing.
“a game of Drinking pool will be fun he says, what could go wrong he says?
You huff and push him away from you getting you finding your clothes he does that same.
“im sorry..I didn’t mean to take advantage of you or anything.” He says pulling on his underwear.
“What?! No matt shut up you didn’t do that you could never. he nods. Turning around grapping his shirt.
“ooh.” You hiss seeing his back then laughing.
“shut up i fucked you up good too.” He says signally to your neck and chest you look down seeing the marks.
“damn.” You reply putting of your shirt.
Matt pulls on his pants and shirt.
“OH FUCK! SHIT!” He stand up looking at you.
“What?!” You look around after pulling on your pants and grabbing your shoes.
“i um…i..” he sighs sitting against the arm of the church pew. Covering his eyes. In shame of something.
“what what!” You ask
“i-..damn it…I accidentally..yah know in you.” You say putting his head back.
“fuck Matthew!” You exclaim.
“Im so sorry.” He says
“its okay i promise ill go get a plan B today.” You say you hear him sigh.
“y/n.” He asks.
“hmm?” You ask pulling on your boots.
“i-i dont want this to be a frequent thing. I mean us getting drunk and have in sex in a church…i would like us to have sex sober..and after a nice dinner.”
“are you asking me out Murdock?” You ask.
“y-yeah.” He says putting his glasses on.
“Okay..yeah. But it took you this long to ask?” You say he chuckles and nods
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut#Matt Murdock#daredevil smut#Daredevil#matt murdock x reader smut
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okay it’s me again i have an idea for a steven smut cuz he’s my baby but anyways
AHHHHHHH
okay so like the reader has been dating steven for a while right and like one night she comes home kinda drunk and steven has been masturbating without her on the couch and she catches him by surprise and he’s super embarrassed and flustered so then she’s like “degrading” him like calling him her little slut OMGFBGDBDBD I CANT and she blows him and they eventually fuck and she edges steven until he’s a moaning mess like begging and stuff
anyways AHAAJJAJAHAH IM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE I JUST NEED HIM SO BAD
why do the walking in on ur partner masturbating tropes always get me…. like… i always feel some type of way istg. anyway.
you would be coming home from hanging out with friends to ur apartment that you now share with steven… you’re kinda tipsy, the kind of tipsy that makes you more bold than you would usually be. you fumble with your keys until you find the right one and miss the lock once before you get it in and turn the key. the sight you’re greeted with is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.
steven is spread out across your couch, one leg hanging off the side and the other pulled up, sweats and underwear down and hanging off one ankle. he’s got his dick in his hand, pumping it slowly, letting out the prettiest noises that you’ve had the pleasure of hearing. he looks so beautiful all spread out like that. his cock is already covered in his precum, and you suspect he’s been touching himself for a while now. you close the door rather loudly, making him aware of your arrival as he jumps up and attempts to cover himself (for reasons you can’t think of), but you take his hands in yours as you slide into his lap instead.
“what were you doing. honey? touching yourself without me? was my boy not able to wait for me?” steven whines and squirms, nudging his dick against your inner thigh. you remove your hand from his to give a light slap to his hip. “enough of that, baby. since you wanna be impatient, you’re not gonna make yourself cum tonight until i say, yeah? maybe you’ll learn your lesson..”
you get off steven to slide your jeans and underwear down your legs and into a pile on the floor before straddling him once again. you lean over him on one hand and bring your fingers to your cunt, rubbing them in your slick before pushing one finger in, eyes rolling back at the penetration but needing more, inserting another finger in. you fuck yourself with your fingers just like that, leaning over steven, making him watch and wait, still hard and aching against his stomach. you decide you’ve had enough waiting yourself, removing your fingers and taking steven’s cock in your hand to line him up.
“you’re gonna be good, right?” steven nods enthusiastically. “atta boy.”
you sink down onto him slowly, eyes rolling back at the fullness as steven lets out a wail at the feeling of you around him. you bounce on him, changing the pace every few minutes to stave off steven’s orgasm. suddenly, you start rolling your hips as fast as you can muster, making steven throw his head back and howl.
“gonna cum…” steven mutters through heavy breaths.
“steven, no.”
“please.. i cant.! i can’t hold it.” steven squirms, abs tightening, legs shaking. tears well up in his eyes.
“you can, you will.” taking mercy on him, you stop your movements all together, making steven whine as tears spill over, full on sobbing at the feeling of too much and not enough at the same time. bringing your hand up to his face you wipe his tears as they fall, hips gyrating in little circles to slowly speed up again. you bring him to the edge just like that over and over again, until steven can only lay there and sob and take it, having given up on getting his release.
you slow one last time, understanding he’s had enough. you kiss his cheek, and then over his closed eyelids, coaxing him to open them so you can look at him properly. more tears fall when he opens his eyes. “you did so good for me baby, you wanna cum now?”
“please..” is all steven gets out before he lets out another sob as you start to move again. not going as fast as you had before. instead a hard, slow pace that had your brains turning to mush. you take steven’s hands in yours, encouraging him now. “come on honey, i can feel you. you’re almost there. come on. cum for me. that’s it…”
you drop yourself down on steven one more time and then the boy flat out wails as he cums. his hips stutter up into you and then you’re cumming too, stimulation on your clit from grinding against his pubic bone on the downstrokes getting you there. you both roll your hips into each other through the aftershocks, and you come to lay down on top of him still hand in hand.
“i didn’t go too hard, right?”
“‘was perfect.. thank you.”
“i’m gonna go get a towel to clean us up, okay?”
steven is already asleep.
#steven adler#gnr#guns n roses#izzy stradlin#axl rose#slash#duff mckagan#asks and replies#gnr fanfiction#steven gnr#steven adler fanfiction#steven adler x reader
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