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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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My Horny Pervert II

You had a wet dream that night. It had never happened to you before. What included cumming during sleep when it didn't even come close to being horny?

Your cunt will go through a drenched state. You sat up in bed and looked under your stomach. Pajama bottoms leaked from the wetness of your underwear. As if that wasn't enough, the sheets were wet too. So much so that if you didn't remember the dream you had, you would have thought that you might not have missed it inside last night.

You clearly remembered the dream you had.

You were inside a mall and strangely, only you were in there. The place you wanted to go was some kind of spa.

But it was not ordinary spa. The name betrayed the work. “Orgasm Pool”

You're at the top of the mall. There wasn’t a soul around. Run clear through glass walls. You went inside and took off all your clothes. Then, collecting in the pool, you left yourself to the coolness of the water.

What did they mean by "Orgasm Pool"? Was it a place that was built for the pleasure of horny people? Or was it the meeting point of their sex partners?

It was evident in every way that it was set up for sex service.

While enjoying the pool, the water touching your bare skin made it feel as if someone was licking your whole body.

Even if you were underwater, this feeling was enough to wet your pussy. As you closed your eyes and savored the moment, the call of a sensual voice woke you up.

"Are you alone?"

You looked up to see who it was. You saw your classmate Kuro standing in front of you. He smiled at you like a bastard. He had a towel around his waist. His abs looked so sexy you couldn't help but want to touch them.

Who knows how big the dick of a man with such a muscular body was.

While all this was happening in your dream, your sleeping body was feeling everything. Your cunt was soaking wet, your nipples were getting hard, and your clitoris was swelling to an abnormal size. Of course, you were too deeply asleep to be aware of anything.

Kuro dreamed of you naked. You were momentarily embarrassed by her and covered your breasts.

He started walking towards you

“If you're here, you're a horny whore too. Because this is the haunt of those who want to fuck and be fucked, my beautiful"

Your cheeks turned a redder than wine. You weren't sure if you wanted to, but your body was absolutely sure of it.

Your pussy needed Kuro's dick

"Come on! You want it too. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to, would you?"

Kuro's hands went to the towel around his waist. He untied the towel and let it slide down his legs.

The moment the towel fell, Kuro's thick and big cock appeared as if it had popped out. It was bigger than he had imagined, and this big thing was going to be inside him soon. The shudder at going inside gave her goosebumps.

“Yeah y/n-chan? Aren't you going to say anything?"

He bent down and put his feet in the pool, and then completely submerged. The pool was small. It was made to fit two people.

He soon appeared near you, although the water weighed him down. He grabbed your bare legs underwater and lifted you to level with his hips.

"Say something! What do you want? Huh?”

“Kuro-kun! Fuck me!”

There was no way she hadn't heard what Kuro had said. He made fun of you just to hear that from you again

"What did you say? I did not hear. Say it again"

“Do nothing! Just fuck me!”

The corners of Kuro's lips curved upwards. He suddenly wrapped his legs around her waist.

“I've been dying to fuck this sweet cunt anyway. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I'm going to fuck you to make you cry honey"

Thick dick filled your cunt. You didn't feel the pain, but Kuro's swift movement inside made you drenched in your sleep.

You woke up just when you were both going to ejaculate and you couldn't understand what was going on.

What the hell was that perverse dream? However, you did not imagine Kuro that way.

Maybe all the dreams and fantasies that Kuro had about you were reflected in your dreams.

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom to change your wet underwear. Disconnected memories from the dream you had in every corner of your mind were coming to life.

You had to admit that you found Kuro handsome and a little sexy. But you didn't care about the size of his dick or his performance in bed.

The man who fucked you so well in your dreams, who knows what he would have done in real life.

We don't know if it's a coincidence, Kuro also saw that his dick was up when he got out of bed this morning.

He grinned looking at his up cock over his boxer.

“Oh y/n-chan! How do you manage to get my dick off even when I'm asleep?"

He entered your dream and fucked you in your dream, and you made your dick go away in his sleep.

Maybe your dreams were a sign that you both subconsciously desired each other.

Days had turned into weeks. In your common lesson, your teacher asked you to form groups of two or three, prepare a homework on the topic he was going to give you, and make a presentation in the class.

You weren't very crowded in class. Everyone had grabbed their best friend and only Kuro and you were left.

You had no choice but to partner with each other. So you are matched. You would be working together from now on. This meant an opportunity for Kuro to get closer to you.

A date was set for each group to present and you were the third group to present. This meant you had to complete your homework within two weeks.

Your previous infrequent conversations were becoming more frequent because you had shared homework. Your sincerity was improving. Kuro was being kind to you. Even a little, he was able to suppress his intense sexual desires for you. But of course this would break out somewhere one day.

You came from another city to study at university. You were still at home. Kuro was a native of this place. He has lived here since he was born. After he graduated from university, he left his family's house and went to a house on his own because he wanted to rent a house close to the campus.

You and Kuro were meeting at the school library, cafes, and similar venues while you continued to prepare your homework.

You wanted Kuro to come to the dormitory and work with you, but if he did come, both your roommates would be disturbed by the presence of a man and the dormitory regulations would keep a report about you.

After all, it was not uncommon for a boy to enter a girls' dormitory.

Then one day Kuro invited you to his house. Even with some reservations, you accepted his invitation.

He arranged everything in the house before you came. He also cleaned the dried remnants of the semen he had squirted on his computer screen and keyboard earlier from his computer.

He hid the porn magazines that you could find by chance, even if by accident, in a secret place.

Honestly, since you're the only masturbation material, he hasn't needed a porn magazine or anything else with explicit content. Jerking off pictures of you, lusting after you in his lewd dreams, gave him more pleasure than any hardcore pornstar he'd ever watched.

After making sure that he had finished all the work, he went to the kitchen to make coffee. At that moment the doorbell rang. He looked at who had come through the hole. His heartbeat quickened when he saw you coming. He had goosebumps with excitement.

He opened the door and greeted you with a smile

“Welcome y/n-chan”

“Thank you Kuro-kun”

You took off your shoes and entered the house.

“Where are we going?”

“We can work in my room. We can also go to the kitchen if you want.”

You replied, "Let's go to your room, it's okay"

"Ok. My room is right over there. You go, I'm coming," he pointed to his room with his hand.

When he entered Kuro's room, the intense air freshener inside had invaded his nostrils.

Of course, you didn't know that he was spraying perfume, as the room smelled of semen and sweat every other day.

You were admiring Kuro's room, unaware that his masturbation against you in that room was worth a thousand dollars.

You put your bag down and took out the documents you brought and put them on the desk.

Kuro came in with two mugs, one red and one white.

"How beautiful is your room" you said as soon as you noticed Kuro

"Thanks. I always keep my room tidy”

"It's obvious" you said laughing

"Come on! Let's finish this job as soon as possible so that we don't have any difficulties later."

"You are right. We only have a few things left to add to our slide anyway. After that, we distribute tasks on the topics that we will talk about in the presentation.”

You sat at Kuro's desk together and worked for hours with coffee.

So much so that, despite drinking coffee, you got so tired and suddenly fell asleep on the table with your head down.

Kuro was stunned to see you asleep.

“Huh? Y/n-chan? Are you asleep?"

It shook you slightly, but you still didn't wake up.

“Jeez! How can you sleep even though you drink coffee?

Kuro ran his fingers through his hair and in that instant, like a lightbulb, his lust for you was awakened.

He could barely contain his cock that was trapped in his boxer.

Couldn't help getting up

Since you were in a deep sleep, he could jerk off to your beautiful face.

He rolled up his pants, lowered his boxer a little and pulled his dick out. He started pumping up and down with his hand. If your eyes were open now and you were looking at his huge dick, where would he start to fuck you?

Would he force her to give him a blowjob by putting his dick in her mouth first? Or would he just fuck your wet cunt directly?

He was still deep in dreams. He was pumping himself faster. As soon as she ejaculated, hot semen spilled onto her hands and a few bits of it splashed on your face.

You woke up with a start as soon as you felt something hot touch your face.

Kuro felt that the end was coming. Because you caught him masturbating against you.

It was now revealed. He had nothing left to hide. Your eyes were wide open

Kuro froze in front of you. His hand was still on her dick and he was holding her tight.

“You pervert!” you said in shock

“Well…y/n-chan, sorry I…”

“Aren't you ashamed to jerk off to a sleeping person? If you wanted it that bad, you should have woken me up."

Even though you were mad at him, you softened when you saw Kuro's huge dick. A feeling of lust overcame him.

"So what? If you don't have a minute, you…”

Kuro's eyes fell on the stain between his pants. Wetness seeped into his pants

"Yes. I had a wet dream again. Just like a few weeks ago. Looks like I need to live the reality of this dream"

You were really horny and had your wet dream panties soaking wet even during a short nap

Kuro let out a small laugh.

“It means you're horny in your sleep. Ok! Let me help you. Admittedly, y/n-chan. You've been in my dreams since the first time I saw you. I desire you so much. I want to have sex with you. I've been waiting all this time! Please accept"

You smirked at him

"I agree. Do you have a condom?"

"There is. And too much. What flavor would you like?”

"Hmm, let's think about it…I think it's a banana"

“Of course lady! But first I'm going to ask you something"

He picked you up from the chair and placed you in his lap on your exposed dick. You felt its thickness and hardness underneath.

You held onto your shoulders. After Kuro breathed hot on your neck, he started kissing you passionately and passionately. His palms found her hips and gripped them tightly.

Your tongues touched and you kissed for a few minutes. You both explored the inside of each other's mouths with a lustful kiss

Kuro parted his lips from yours and came close to your ear and asked in his warm and sexy voice.

"Is it normal that I want to fuck your pussy?"

Your heart was pounding. Blood rushed almost all over your body. You just wanted your wet cunt to be filled with Kuro's dick

"Yes. I'm very wet. I need you inside me Kuro-kun.”

The opportunity knocks Kuro had been waiting for…

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It will be continue in Part 3

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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Flight AU!

In this AU the Candle thought the Madrigals didn’t get its point when it didn’t give Mirabel a door. Ok, maybe I could have done better by NOT making it fade away, but come on! Her connection to Casita is obvious, it’s better than Alma’s. So now it’s going to do something a little mora… Obvious. Mirabel is carefree soul. Her steps are light and she’s never still. She’s always jumping, dancing and playing. Even when she is sitting, she isn’t still, so Casita AND Candle decided to go with that. They just hopped she wouldn’t hate them for what was about to happen.

Mirabel had been complaining of back pains for while now. Specifically around her shoulder area. At first it was manageable. A little ache here and there, nothing to cry about. Her mother cooking would help, but it would t be permanent, the effects would only last for about a few hours before the aches and pains would return. Then they started getting worse. It hurt to put her clothes on. She couldn’t touch the back of her chair. She refused to allow anyone or anything to touch her back at all and she was doing so good. Abuela, at first thought it was nothing and sent her to her mother, nothing she couldn’t fix right? Wrong.

Mirabel had been rendered bedridden for days now. The poor girl was crying about how much her back hurt, she couldn’t lay on her back, nothing could touch her back at all. Alma was getting worried. Mirabel was in so much pain that she couldn’t move. She prayed to Pedro to save the poor thing, to ease her pain, but nothing worked.

Now Mirabel was screaming. She was howling. She has woken everyone up in the middle of the night with a blood curtailing wail so loud Dolores was frightened from her sleep. Julieta tried feeding her food, but nothing was working. Nothing could subdue the pain. There was nothing any of them could do. They were useless.

Her shoulders. It was her shoulders. She said they felt like they were… moving? Like they were pushing themselves asides for something. Julieta had put her hand where her shoulder was and gasped before quickly removing her hand after Mirabel screamed in pain. She was right. They were moving. Mirabel didn’t stop crying until the sun began to rise when she finally passed out from the pain.

Julieta abs Agustin refused to leave her side, taking turns sleeping on the spare bed Luisa had brought in. She didn’t leave either. She sat on the door at the foot her sisters bed looking up at her, hoping Mirabel finally be able to sleep through at least one night. Camilo stayed too, he passed out on the bed right next to her after making sure nothing would touch her back, even by accident. Dolores was forced to leave, after all the crying and wailing began to make her ears ring, but she left her door ajar.

Isabela wanted to stay, she really did. But she didn’t and she didn’t know why. She looked back after being her sister and parents blankets and bagged them to come get her if anything changed. She couldn’t sleep that night, her head wracked with a million questions about her sister.

Pepa stormed all night in worry. Felix wasn’t much help since he was equally worried. He could only tell her that everything would be fine, but he didn’t know if she believed those words himself.

Abuela only preyed and asked for answers. Her sweet Mirabel was in unbearable pain and discomfort and they were powerless to help her.

The next morning Mirabel woke up earlier than everyone and began to do her morning chores. A Madrigal always does their part. After setting the table and starting coffee for everyone she began to make her way to stairs when she suddenly screamed in pain. Heat began to spread through her back. It hurt only for a minute before the heat stopped and her back felt warm and it started feeling… good? And heavy. Really heavy.

Her screams shocked everyone awake. Her parents sister and cousin panicked when they saw she in bed and sprinted towards the courtyard. Everyone had existed their rooms when they saw it. Alma was sure she was having a heart attack.

There was Mirabel. Standing in the middle of the room. Looking tired and scared. Surrounded by the same golden magic that surrounded the Miracle. The magic swirled around her, thrusting her into the air where a pair of gorgeous opalescent wings sprouted from her back. Even more shocking was the room that appeared with her name written in golden cursive. The image already carved in.

There she stood. Her eyes closed with a sweet peaceful smile, wings spread out wide, feathers falling and glowing and her hands cupped around the famous Madrigal Miracle Candle. It’s message clear and obvious.

THAT WENT TO 100. SO FAST. BUT CANDLE AND CASITA🔛🔝

Shoutout to Alma for believeing something was wrong early on. Gotta give her and the cool parents props from being worried. Poor girl was in so much pain like. Dang someone get this girl a cupcake and an ice pack 💀 but Fr Fr, the family is real for staying near her. I still find it baffling how she got up before everyone and still did her chores. Like this girl is between 5 and 9 (idk her age, but I assume it’s before Antonio is born, but after her ceremony) and she’s doing stuff like it’s just out here 😭

Give her a medal or SOMETHING. I mean. I guess she did get the ability to fly and a door. And the role of candle holder. So that!s cool <333

Ignore the fact that Alma is literally built like a linebacker, I ain’t even try because I’m supposed to be asleep. I got school in 6 hours.

This AU is so rad, you should totally give more lore <333 would love to see the family!s more in depth processing, especially Isabela cause. Why didn’t home girl stay 🤨 (only if you have any and if you want to course ‼️‼️ probably gonna draw more later <33)

I’ll draw her first time flying tomorrow <33 later?? Idk it’s almost 1 am 💀 kids go to sleep on time, don’t be like me

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto julieta #flight AU

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pupphe-additions · 4 months

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✬Evie Story Teaser✬

Word Count: 2109

cw/tw: night terrors, flashbacks, light talks/mention of multiple types of ab*se (physical and sexual), ptsd episode, mentions sh, has swearing

a/n: anything intalics is spoken in English.

March 20, 2021

Evie wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and she bolts up in bed and lets out the loudest scream she’s ever made in her life and starts to hyperventilate. Her corgi, Aurora, comes jumping onto her bed and lays on her lap to try and get her to calm down but Evie is having vivid flashbacks and doesn’t even notice the dog. She starts crying and hugs her knees tightly to her chest, causing the dog to instead lay next to her staring at her owner helplessly, as she starts to tremble. There’s some knocking on her door from one of the boys but she doesn’t notice.

Evie just woke up from a memory like dream and it reminds her why she hasn’t been sleeping much since what happened right before her hiatus. Aurora starts to lick the back of Evie’s hands as she cries into her knees. She’s remembering all the times she’s been beaten down, both in a literal and verbal sense, and just used and hurt. Evie starts to dig her nails into her skin and rock as her mind continues racing and is flooded with all of the bad she’s been trying to run from all these years. She is more specifically remembering why she went on this hiatus to begin with.

A few weeks before this Evie had been sexually harassed by a man who claimed to really love her and her group. He groped her lightly and tried to do more but she slapped him across the face as hard as she could. She then shoved him and screamed at him calling him an awful person and running to one of her staff members, who had left her only for a few moments. When the staff asked her why she looked so scared and stressed Evie just calmly told them she wanted to go back home and they then quickly finished what they needed to do and then escorted her back to her dorm room. She has yet to tell anyone about what happened because at the time she didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but clearly it was if it caused her to get like this. She shakes her head crying.

The knocking is more insistent and she could hear a voice from behind the door. Concerned, gentle, urgent, tone saying something she can’t quite make out as she continues to rock and claw at her skin until she bled. She knows she has to talk about this with her therapist sooner now than she originally planned to and she’s not looking forward to it. Evie can hear someone at her door finally breaking from her spell in her mind.

“Evs? Evs, ya ok?” the voice calls from the door again.

Evie speaks barely above a whisper saying, “It’s open…”

The door opens fast and Chan comes running to the side of Evie’s and sitting down swiftly grabbing onto Evie’s hands to make her stop digging at her own skin. He glances around the room for anything to clean up the blood but he can’t find anything so he looks at Evie with gentle concern.

“Ah, Evs, what happened? What’s got you all worked up like this Bug?” Chan asks. “Would you like me to help you clean that?”

“I…” Evie stops and just nods, tears falling still.

Chan gets up and quickly grabs a med kit from Evie’s closet, they decide to keep it there after Chan found out that Evie tends to hurt herself both intentionally and by accident. He starts to clean up the scratches, which were much deeper than he’d thought they would be. Evie was clearly getting lost in her thoughts again so Chan gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

“Bug, what happened? Why did you scream?” Chan asks in his quiet gentle older brother tone that always melts Evie’s heart, it always reminds her of Hudson when he gets like this.

“Huds…” was all she could say.

“No Evelyn. It’s Chris not Hudson.”

“Huds…!?” She then just burst into tears and Chan pulled her into a gentle hug before grabbing his phone and calling Hudson.

“Chris? Why are you calling me at this ungodly hour? Is my sister okay?!” Hudson can be heard speaking extremely fast and concerned.

“Physically? I guess. Mentally? No. She kept saying your name so I decided to video call you.” Chan replies as he props his phone up so Hudson could see his sister and vice versa if she wanted to.

The room falls silent as Evie just sits there staring blankly at Chan’s phone. Hudson tried getting her attention but it didn’t work, Evie was officially lost in her own mind again. Hudson started to pace his room as he watched Chan comfort his sister the best he could. Chan started to sing one of Evie’s favorite songs and she immediately snapped out of it, staring at Chan in awe. She wanted to join him in singing but she couldn’t bring her heart to do it so she just listened to him gently singing to her.

“You remembered…” She whispers as he finishes.

“Of course I did. How could I forget?” he says smiling at her kissing her head very softly. “Are you ready to talk now, Bug?”

Evie reluctantly nods. “I had a very vivid bad dream… It was like part memory, part nightmare…”

Chan sits next to Evie gently and helps Luna, Evie’s other dog onto the bed before speaking in a loving tone. “Would you want to talk about it?”

Evie takes a shaky breath before speaking again. “Exactly two weeks again I had some creepy man…” She trails off for a moment. “Grope me… In the dream things went… farther… I don’t want to…”

“You don’t have to.” Chan cuts her off noticing how uncomfortable she is with this topic. “Did the staff see it happen?”

“No… I smacked him and ran to the staff before it could get worse…” Evie said in a defeated tone. “I’m sorry for not telling you”

“It’s okay, I would never be mad at you for not telling me something right away that traumatized you.”

“But that’s the thing. I didn’t tell you guys because I thought it wasn’t that big of a deal. Like I didn’t think it was bothering me until tonight… If I’m honest though it’s part of the reason I asked for the hiatus…”

“I hope that cunt fucking rots.” Hudson interrupts.

“I think we all do Huddy.” Evie says with a smile when she notices Chan called her brother.

“Thank you for picking up Huddy but I’ll call you in the morning. You have the twins to tend to. I love you.”

“I love you too Evs, call me when you wake up again if you decide to sleep or call me when you plan to make those brownies.” Hudson says before hanging up.

“Did I wake you?” Evie asks anxiously.

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet, I think you woke up Minho though.” Chan responds, causing Evie to frown.

“Another thing happened too… If you want to hear…” Evie starts to trail off and starts to space as she talks.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

Evie shakes her head no but starts to talk anyway. “During my trainee days when I lived with that one roommate, someone broke in and… hurt me…”

“Hurt you…?” Chan asks gently “Where?”

She shrugged before putting his hand on her cheek and he gently kissed her on her cheek.

“You didn’t deserve that Bug.”

“It gets worse…”

Chan just pulls her into a hug silencing the broken younger idol. Evie allows herself to crumble into him and she starts to gently hit her head off his chest, a common occurrence between the two. He gently puts his hand on the back of her head and pulls her closer to him. Chan can’t help but to feel angry and pained over the fact that Evie had to go through something like this not once but twice. He knows what she means by it gets worse, he doesn’t want her talking about it when she clearly isn’t ready yet. The hiatus and extra therapy is making a lot more sense to him now.

“We don’t need to talk about it Evs, do you want me to call the boys for a movie?” Chan asks when he notices she’s starting to shake.

“No they are sleepin.”

“Then do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“No, you need to sleep.” she said kind of coldly.

“You know I won’t be able to sleep because I’m worried about you.”

“Exactly why I should just never talk about my issues again.” Evie is clearly frustrated with herself.

“Bug, I’m not upset with you.”

“Is Minho awake…?” Evie asks after a few minutes of silence.

“I can go check if you’d like, if he’s not do you want anyone else?”

“Lix or my baby?” she says with a shrug before she lays in the fetal position on her bed.

Chan nods before checking to see who is awake. While Chan is gone Evie takes that time to cuddle close to her dogs and tell them about what happened at the apartment to get it off her chest without having to tell the boys yet.

“He thought I was alone so he tried to…” Before she could finish her thought she heard footsteps and curled tighter into a ball.

The footsteps go away and she continues “He tried to make me… ya know…” then she gestures to her mouth. Her dogs look at her confused.

“Make me ya know. Slob on the knob I guess.” she says before chuckling at her own way of describing it. “I know you guys don’t know what I’m talking about but mama needed to get it off her chest.”

“Mama?” Hyunjin smirks from the doorway causing Evie to nearly jump out of her skin and she chucks a pillow at him.

“Fuck you!” Evie shouts out of fear before taking a deep shaky breath and sitting back up. “I’m sorry… Did I wake you… Did you hear what I said to them…?”

“Yes you woke me, but it’s okay.”

“But did you hear me?”

Hyunjin walks into the room and gives her a hug as he lies and says. “No I didn't, I just walked by when you called yourself mama.”

Just then Chan, Felix, Minho, and Jeongin all walk into the room and they engulf Evie in a group hug. Evie starts crying again. The love these boys show her is something she never thought she’d experience, nor did she expect. She feels extremely undeserving of their friendship.

“Chan said you had a bad dream, is that why you screamed?” Minho asks after the hug breaks off.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for waking you guys. We should get some rest…”

“You seem reluctant to sleep.” Felix observes.

“That’s because I am…” Evie admits quietly while running a hand through her hair, just after Jeongin sneaks in another quick hug.

“Do you want to sleep with one of us?” Hyunjin asks gently, shocking everyone in the room including himself.

“Could I?”

“Who?” Chan asks.

“Lix?”

“Of course! Let’s go.” Felix said eagerly

“Will the staff be mad that I’m switching rooms for the night?” Evie asks with a frown.

Felix flashes a smile “Truthfully, I don’t give a fuck, I miss hanging out and sleeping with you. Let’s go cuddle, bring the dogs with you.”

With that Felix and Jeongin walk out of the room, Hyunjin following after telling Evie goodnight and kissing her on her head. This leaves only Evie, Minho, and Chan left in the room and Evie is shocked to be pulled into a tight embrace from Minho.

“You know, I hear you crying every night right?” he whispers to her hoping the other boys don't hear him.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been through a lot…” Evie tells the younger boy with a sore heart.

“I know noona, and I’m sorry for that. You have us now, never forget that. I love you.” Minho says hugging her tighter than he ever has.

“I love you too Mini.” Evie says, squeezing him back. “Never call me noona again though.”

Minho smiles before taking his turn to leave and Chan walks her to Felix’s room. When she gets there she hugs Chan goodbye and tells him to try and rest. Felix assures the older boy he will take care of Evie before they head to Felix’s room and cuddle until Evie eventually falls asleep watching Felix rest peacefully.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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TW: SubRafe! DomReader. Smut. Language. Overstimulation. Degrading Language.

SUMMARY: You make Rafe pay for his impatience…

WORD COUNT: 2300

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Anonymous asked:

can you do some subby rafe omg maybe he & the reader have a deal that neither one of them can masturbate bc they have each other for sex yk but one day the reader catches rafe masturbating and listens to him moaning through the door and right before he's about to cum she suddenly goes in the room and stops him, and he's usually dominant in sex and everything so he thought the deal wasn't that serious or anything and tries to laugh it off but she handcuffs him to the bed and he's like oh shit, and she sits on his thigh and starts stroking him and edging him, and when he finally cums she overstimulates him so much that he cries and she keeps scratching his abs & thighs with her nails until it hurts him and he's all whiny and can't do anything but squirm since he's handcuffed... lol sorry if its too long but i had this idea and i feel like you would write it so good ;)

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hi there, I have a request you are the dom in the relationship and have a rule for rafe(or Pope) that they don’t touch themselves without permission from you. And one day when you are not supposed to be over until later, you find him getting himself off to a picture of you and you wait until he is almost close before you make it known that you caught him and he stops and you keep edging him and almost let him cum and you’re like “say sorry” “tell mommy you are sorry you broke the rules and it will never happen again” and you ask if he thinks he deserves to finally cum and he says yes but you say “not until you help mommy cum first” so you start riding him and keep telling him to focus on making you cum and either 1. Once you feel you’re close you let him cum with you too or 2. He can’t take it and cums too early, which leads into a whole other punishment. Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense, I just woke up and only got like 3 hours of sleep. Thanks

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If there was one thing you knew about Rafe, it was how his moans sounded. Specifically, those guttural groans of desperation just before he would erupt in that rush of pleasure. And this was because you were often the cause of them. The willingness to be bent into nearly any and every position simply to please him was allowed as it always resulted in your own pleasure incomparable to any former partners. But you had an understanding that self gratification was off of the table unless witnessed by one another or requested. Sure, it wasn't a written rule by any means, but it was stated with such domination that you both understood its existence set in proverbial stone. At least you thought so until you moved up the steps of Tannyhill to surprise him one afternoon to find him on the edge of his bed with those familiar groans echoing on his side of the door.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip at the imagery suddenly broadcast in your mind. His thick shaft being pumped within his hand, the precum crying in sweating beads from his tip, and the contortions of his face pulling into ecstasy. But you had a deal. And so just as he would quicken those breaths, curses and whimpers making it a familiar beckoning in an announcement to his release, you were suddenly in the doorway. The sight of you across his phone in a photo he had taken without your knowledge as you had fallen asleep beside him in a prior instance. You would catch only a glimpse before he thrust it down in shame before looking at you with a deep blush.

"I thought we had a deal, Rafe…" You spoke coquettishly as he smirked, the dominance behind you now amusing to him as you both know how easily he could overpower you.

"How am I not supposed to when you look like this?" He asked, beginning to stroke himself again at the sight of you wearing that cute little sundress that left such accessibility to him that he was used to taking advantage of. And you granted him your faux acceptance by standing between his legs, allowing his secondary hand to rise up beneath your skirt as his eyes kept to you.

"Don't I take care of you, Rafe? Don't I make you come enough?"

"It's never enough when you feel as good as you do…" You moved slightly backwards before pulling the zipper of your dress downwards as his face illuminated in approval.

"Faster, Rafe…I want to see what my body does to you-"

"I'm gonna paint it with all my fucking cum, baby…"

"Oh yeah?" You chuckled as he nodded, lip pulled from his teeth as he winced.

"You're so hot…oh my god…" He groaned as he watched you pull your hands across your body.

"You wanna touch me, Rafe?"

"Come here…"

"Hmmm…I don't know if I should let you…"

"Ass. Here. Now." He demanded as you smirked as you moved forward, feeling him turn you around before pressing his teeth into your hip.

"Change my mind…I'm painting your ass…" Your eyes rolled at the idea before you swayed for him, a slap of equal benefit making you moan.

"Yeah, baby? You like my ass?"

"I live for it, sweetheart…fuck!"

"I'm so wet, Rafe…"

"Panties. Off." He grunted as you obeyed, his eyes finding how wet you were by the darkened spot at the center of the fabric.

"What are you-" He asked in a smirk as your panties were now balled up in your hand before being taken to his mouth.

"We had a fucking deal, Rafe. We only come with each other. So now, you don't get to make a sound or a movement unless I authorize it. Got it?" When his eyes only widened to your sudden control and left you otherwise in silence, you took his hair and pulled it as far back as possible before he winced.

"I asked you a question. I deserve an answer. Do. You. Understand me?"

He nodded.

"Good." Without warning, you pushed him onto his back and straddled him, his cock teasing your heat as you felt him wrap a grip around your waist.

"Nuh uh…You don't get to touch me. Not until I say." He set his hands into the sheets on either side of him as you sunk down onto him. Immediately, his back pulled into an arch as you made slow strides he tried to counter with raised hips.

"Mommy is in charge here-" The way his eyes widened and then fluttered into a fade made you realize you shared this kink. So you would prompt it forward again.

"You like how mommy tastes baby? Sweet and salty for her good boy?" He nodded and moaned 'so good' behind the fabric as you would slowly nod.

"You make me so wet, my poor panties are always dripping for you…but that is when you're good…" You accelerated your speed.

"But you've been bad, Rafe. So do you think you deserve to come?" He paused, your nails eating into his chest and leaving behind red trails from your crusade before he would wince and moan beneath you.

"I think you need to make mommy forgive you…make me come and then we'll see if you deserve it." You watched his eyes analyze you in awe.

"I've always loved your dirty little tongue Rafe….I think I want to come on it…"

He nodded.

"You want make mommy come on your face?" He nodded again as you withdrew from his cock and crawled over his shoulders, his face resting between your thighs. Delicately, you pulled the panties from his lips before replacing them with your fingers.

"You say a single word and you don't get to come at all. Now put your hands on me and make me forgive you for misbehaving-" You were guided onto his tongue, his hands pulling your hips into motion as you flicked your clit directly before his eyes. The warm stride of an eager tongue having been enough to show he understood his role beneath you.

"Oh, you are sorry, aren't you baby?" He nodded, sucking and lowering you further until he was able to please your clit.

"Good boy making mommy feel so good…" He nodded, "Making me wanna come…" He moaned beneath you.

"You wanna come baby? You want mommy to make you feel good?" He nodded as you smirked before ignoring the idea and instead relishing in the wondrous exploration of his tongue.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna come on your face…I want you to take it for me-" He growled.

"I'm gonna come…Oh that's my good boy! That's so good!"

"Mmmhmmmmmm" He moaned into you as your body convulsed and you rode your high against the curve of his tongue.

"That’s a good boy…wearing mommy's cum on that innocent little smile…"

You brought your fingers along his lips, taking your own release behind your mouth and rolling your eyes.

"Mommy IS SO sweet…mmmm…"

"Please…"

"You're throbbing for me, aren't you baby? Want to be inside me?"

"So bad."

"Yeah?"

"I'll do anything." Your brows lifted.

"Lay that way-" You ordered before climbing off of him and taking the pair of handcuffs you knew the sting of quite well before locking him to the headboard.

"Baby-"

"Shhh…tell mommy you're sorry and I'll take care of my good boy…"

"I'm sorry." He groaned as you positioned yourself back onto his cock, slow motions altering his tone.

"Tell me you're never gonna do it again."

"Never again."

"Why?"

"Because I only want you."

"And who am I?"

"Mo-mommy."

"Good boy…now let mommy show you how proud I am that you've listened. But you can't come until I say, okay?"

"Yes mommy…" He moaned as you ran your hands up and down his torso before stationing them just beneath his chest.

"Oh you feel so good for me! I'm gonna use you to come again…you want me to come again?"

"Always." He grunted, eyes stationed to you as he watched you take control of him.

Quickly, you both rose to that coming release before enough slowed him, a hand to his neck making him moan and his cock twitching within you.

"You're not gonna come, right baby? Still my good boy aren't you?"

"Yes…I'm…I'm not gonna…" But his face showed his deception, one you hoped he would act, on as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

"My good boy can listen, can't he?" You patronized, both aware he was losing his grip on reality, as he spilled into you.

"I'm sorry…I.." You were suddenly on the site of the bed, his cock pumped quickly in your palm.

"Mommy's gotta punish her bad boy now…make you understand that you need to listen-"

"Oh fuck! Please! It's It's much-"

"No its not. Not until mommy says." He was wildly bucking into your hand.

"You make mommy sad when you don't listen. You need to be patient…"

"I will. Next time. I swear."

"Gotta make sure."

"Please…please….ple…mommy, I'll be good…" He whimpered, the most perfect expulsions of desperation coming from his lips as you smirked.

"Come for me baby, show me how sorry you are."

"I'm so sorry." He continued to wince and whimper as you replaced your hand with your mouth.

"Fuck! I can't! It's too much!"

You ignored him, only drew your nails across his abdomen until leaving your mark. The mix of pain and pleasure almost too much to bare.

"Oh fuck-im gonna come again…I'm gonna-"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Shit!" And then you stilled, looking up to him before taking his cock inside of you again.

"Please…"

"Now, mommy deserves her reward, don't you think?"

"I can’t…I…"

"One more time for me…" You watched him struggle, deciding to help by flicking your clit.

"Watch how food you make mommy feel, baby…see how good I am for YOU…"

"So good."

"Mmmm…yeah…"

"I wanna touch you-" He groaned.

"Not when you've been bad…"

"I'll be good.. I'll be so good, please mommy-" You reached forward, only managing to take off one of the cuffs before you were swept onto your back. A knee pressed to your chest having deepened him inside of you.

"That’s it…show mommy how sorry you are…show-"

He kissed you with such passion it made you breathless, a second hand to your jaw trying for dominance as you only led that hand to your breast.

"Oh God, you're so deep."

"I want you to come…"

"Are you sorry?" He only quickened his motions, proving this with each painful thrust.

"I know it hurts baby, but you feel so good for mommy-"

"Yes…so good…" He groaned, wincing and crying into your shoulder as you allowed those pleasures to take over you completely.

"Yes…Rafe-"

"I'm gonna come again…I’m…please mommy-"

"That's okay, baby…you can come again, you did so good for mommy."

"Fuck fuck fuck…" He spoke with each thrust.

"Come with me, Rafe…plesse-" He was both desperate and already spent as you felt him come once more.

"Please…" He cried against your chest as you pulled him into you following the wave of that mutual release, having not only made him cry for you, but submit. The sweetness now mending that unkindness as you kept him in place to remind him there was just as much care as control.

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joy-of-life88 · 1 year

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Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story] 25 Midnight

It was the middle of the night when I woke up with a growling stomach. Slowly and carefully I lifted my head from Roman's chest. He was sound asleep, but his arm was firmly on my hip. Very carefully I took his warm hand and tried to push it away, but man, was his arm heavy.

After I finally managed to break free from his embrace, I slid to the end of the bed. I grabbed one of Roman's hoodies. But just as I was about to put on my sneakers, he started to wake up. Maybe he noticed my absence.

"Hey... Angel. What's the matter? Why aren't you asleep?" he asked me in a tired voice.

"I'm hungry, well, rather the Nugget is hungry, Romeo. Don't worry about it, go back to sleep," I said quietly.

"And why do you need shoes to go to the kitchen?" he wanted to know, rubbing his eyes.

"Because the Nugget is craving chicken nuggets. And we don't have them in the house." I explained to him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Y/N, it's midnight. You're not going to McDonald's now." he said irritated.

"Why not? Me and the baby are starving! Do you want us to starve?" I whined.

"No, of course I don't. Okay, go back to sleep. I'll drive and get you guys whatever you crave." he replied with a deep sigh before rolling out of bed and getting dressed.

"I'll come with you. Otherwise they'll be cold before you get home." I said with enthusiasm.

"You and your cravings. Tell me... Does that ever go away or is it like that the whole pregnancy?" he wanted to know with a laugh as he came over to me and hugged me.

"Well, when I think about the pregnancy with Eric, it was about the first 5 months. But who knows, maybe your little Nugget is more demanding. After all, there's a reason for that nickname." I replied before giving him a smooch.

"But please do me a favor and don't get any ideas about going to McDonald's or anywhere else in the middle of the night by yourself. Just wake me up and I'll get whatever you two want. Okay?" he said.

Immediately I saw how worried he was. I nodded, realizing that my behavior was probably a bit irrational and impulsive at the moment. Roman was right. It really wasn't such a good idea to drive around alone at midnight just because I had a craving for fast food.

My poor husband really didn't have an easy time in these six weeks since we knew about the pregnancy. I really did not make it easy for him. It was weird, as soon as I knew that I was really pregnant, the first symptoms appeared. From the dizziness and morning sickness to the mood swings and random crying fits. He was just always there for me. And he was so proud to be a father soon. Just the thought of it made his eyes sparkle. Whenever he had the chance, he would protectively put a hand on my stomach and rub little circles with his thumb over the skin there. It was so sweet.

The first time we went to the doctor, he had everything explained to him in detail and asked the doctor many questions. I couldn't help but smile, because for me it was the best feeling in the world to have such a fantastic, devoted man by my side. I was so grateful that through Roman I got a second chance at the full package. He alone was responsible for giving me the confidence to be able to handle this mentally.

I love this man and our little Nugget with every fiber of my being. Without the guilty feeling that had accompanied or rather haunted me for so long. Now, I was sure that James and Eric would be happy for us.

After getting me my food, we headed back home and snuggled back into our soft, cozy bed. My Romeo gently pulled me to his side and sighed contentedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Better than okay, angel! I have everything I need in my arms. You and Nugget. Do you really want to travel with me again? Isn't it too exhausting?" he replied.

"Well, now that the morning sickness is less, I think it's okay. At least for now." I said as I lifted my head to look at him in the dim light.

"But please remember what we talked about. Once it gets too much for you, you can stop anytime. I don't want you to take on too much." he said then and I saw a little worry line form between his eyebrows.

"Don't worry about it, Romeo. I love you and baby Reigns. That means I'll take good care of me." I explained to him as I lifted my hand and stroked his face.

"That's good. Because I love you guys too. And I'm glad we can tell everyone soon that we have a baby on the way. Although, Seth and Dean are already pretty suspicious. And Mom of course!" he explained to me.

"How are you doing with Dean leaving after Wrestlemania?" I asked.

Roman closed his eyes for a moment and then sighed deeply. I knew how he felt. When they had their last match together about two weeks ago, everyone was very emotional.

"I am sad, but I know he has to do what is best for him. We have experienced and achieved so much together. So of course it hurts to see him go. But his happiness is the most important thing." he replied softly.

"I know. But at least we're already working on the next generation of the Shield," I said to cheer him up a bit.

And it worked. Immediately a happy smile appeared on his lips.

"That's a nice thought. But now you should sleep Mommy." he replied and then lifted his head to give me a kiss.

"I love you, angel. And you, Nugget." He added.

"We love you, Daddy!" I smiled before laying back down on his chest.

In the place that has always given me the best and deepest sleep. And who knows, maybe soon it would be the same for our baby.

#roman reigns #wwe #Wattpad #My writing #can i love again

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unhinged-girlfriend · 4 months

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a lonely christmas feeling

I been out for christmas break for about three days and counting, and I haven't felt more weird.

I think it's already a pattern. I write about feeling bad or weird about myself, then let myself go over another completely different topic, like I didn't started talking about how much I like blueberries with greek yogurt for than talk about how I believe I might be on the spectrum.

that last thing is something I been thinking about the past days.

I been working out. doing the Chloe ting ab challenge. yeah, that challenge that let a bunch of girls with eating disorders discover they had eating disorders. not that I blame the girl that does the workout routines, I mean it's not her fault some chicks grow up with mothers that would tell them they look like pigs with lipstick. (that's me)

I couldn't do more than two routines in a day. I was supposed to do four yesterday, but I'm sorry that my arms have more fat than strength, and I can hardly hold myself.

but it's okay, it doesn't matter anyway.

I notice I been more quiet lately. it isn't something odd about me, since forever I been a really quiet kid. it's just... idk, something about me just feels weird. again, not something I haven't already thought about in here, but still. that feeling of discomfort and awkwardness haven't left my body since the last time I wrote about it months ago.

i woke up everyday, my body hurts a lot. specially, my shoulders, the back of my shoulders, my left hip and sometimes even my arms. I can't tell if it's because I don't do warm up before I workout, (I know, don't even say it) or because my mattress is literally destroying itself everyday and destroying what's left for my young body.

I haven't ate properly in days, mostly two meals if I feel generous with myself. I haven't stop feeling cold even tho it's mostly because I left the ac on most of the day. I haven't hang out with my friends in days, even tho I was supposed to hang out yesterday and ended up staying in my bedroom without moving until afternoon.

i wanna cry. I actually feel sad and bad about myself.

it's surprising how the days, weeks, months and years past and the feeling of me not liking anything about me hasn't left me since the day it started. it's horrendous how I haven't felt real enjoyment and excitement in a lot of time and the only time I genuinely let me feel something it's when I cry myself to sleep 'cause sadness it's the only thing my mind has been feeling for the past time.

what is wrong with me?

I keep asking myself the same question over and over, and i don't seem to get an answer. I just don't understand. why am I so weird? why I can't feel normal like everybody else? why I keep thinking at late hours in the night everything I hate about me?

why I'm not pretty enough? why I'm not smart enough? why people keep telling me all these great things about me that just keep bothering me 'cause in what case scenario those could be more far from my truth? I just want all these sadness, discomfort and anger get outta me.

I just wanna go to sleep and wake up liking the person I am and not wishing me woke up like somebody else.

#online diary #online blog

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declanwidow · 4 years

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if your favourite family isn’t the blackthorns, what are you even doing?

#tda #tsc #the blackthorns #the lightwoods are great too but. the blackthorns.#i just woke up and thought ab them and started crying #the REAL reason i'm gonna be reading twp

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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5 Times You Shared a Bed with Loki and 1 Time You Made an Excuse to Share a Bed

Rubs hands together. Lets do this. 😈

One

It’s after a battle, to start.

Everyone is exhausted and Tony spent nearly two hours, two, arguing with the hotel concierge about the rooms. You and everyone else sat in the lobby letting Tony work his magic.

Tony comes back and gives everyone keys. When he stops in front of you he winces then says, “YouhavetosharearoomwithLoki.”

You blink at Tony slowly and he sighs, rubs a hand over his neck with a grimace on his face.

“You have to share a room with Loki because you’re the newbie.”

You look at the key card in Tony’s hands, up to Tony’s face, then over at Loki who sits napping while sitting up, his head tilted back on the wall while Thor talks to him about his battle he fought.

You grab the card from Tony and make your way to the gods. When you reach them you smile at Thor who goes quiet and stare at Loki. Loki who feels someone staring at him squints open one eye to look at you.

“What?” He says, trying to put malice behind it but he’s too tired, it comes out more of a sigh than anything.

“We’re sharing a room ‘cuz Tony doesn’t like you and I’m the newbie.”

Loki looks at you for a second, closes his eye, sighs, then opens his eyes and stands. He waves a hand indicating you to lead the way.

When you both get into the room there’s only one bed causing you and Loki to groan out loud.

“Tony, I swear to god.” You mumble.

“You’ll have to kill him before I do.” Loki says softly, flopping on the left side of the bed.

You don’t even think that you could call down to the lobby and order a cot. Why did that never cross your mind? In hindsight, you’re happy you didn’t think.

Instead, you strip to your panties and bra and climb into the right side of the bed, facing the wall. You do not care that you’re in your lingerie while sharing a bed with Loki, he can deal with it. You’re tired, don’t have your pajamas on hand, and you refuse to sleep in your suit.

When Loki finally gets up, he magics into pjs, and lifts the covers to see you nearly naked causing him to sigh again. When he’s comfortable under the covers he waves a hand into the air and you gasp as soft silk envelopes your body.

“Thanks.” You whisper into your pillow, nearly asleep.

Loki hums noncommittally and you both knock out.

Two

You both don’t talk about how you woke up facing each other but completely intertwined by the legs and arms the last time you shared a bed. So, when Tony tells you guys that it’s happening again you both give a little resistance.

“Listen, I shared a room with him last time, I think we should take turns.”

“You say that like it was atrocious to share a bed with me!” Loki says, you’re not really sure why he’s affronted you were all pretty tired from the battle today but not enough to be delusional.

“So you want to share a bed with me?” You throw at Loki who actually blushes.

“I didn’t say that!”

“It’s implied.” Tony throws in with a shrug.

Loki brings a hand up to his face and covers the irritated look that passes his face.

“Give me the damn card.” You grumble, swiping the card from Tony’s hand.

Tony gives you one more pitiful look then wanders off.

You grab Loki by the arm and pull him along. He gets the point and yanks his arm from your hand but still follows you.

When the door is closed you shut yourself in the bathroom and let Loki do whatever it is he wants to do in the room.

You close the toilet’s lid and sit there with your head in your hands.

You’re upset about this whole situation because you actually liked sharing a bed with Loki. He was warm but not overly, so you didn’t sweat when you woke up curled into his chest. When you woke up first, the last time you both shared a bed, you had looked at Loki and really appreciated his smooth features. He was a very handsome man when he wasn’t constantly sneering or frowning at you. Although Loki did arm his insults and sarcasm with barbs you enjoyed the bickering with the god. You liked Loki.

You liked liked Loki.

Fuck.

You only shared a bed once. What the hell is going on?

Maybe all your interactions had lead up to this and sharing the bed was the tip of the iceberg.

This is all Tony’s fault, you’ll tear him a new one, you think.

You shake your head, look up at the door and sigh.

Lets get this over with.

You stand and make your way outside of the bathroom to the bed. Loki lays under the covers staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

“Are you finished crying?” Loki asks with animosity.

You chuckle tiredly, “I wasn’t crying, I don’t hate sharing a bed with you, that’s why I spent so much time in there.” You say, starting to pull your clothes off.

When you’re slipping off your pants Loki says, “What?” Without looking at you.

“I kind of enjoy it, if I’m being honest.” You tell Loki, too tired to hide it anymore.

When you’re slipping under the covers Loki magics you into the same silk pjs as last time. You give a small thanks that goes unanswered.

You both lay in the bed, now facing in opposite directions, the lights off. You listen to the shallow breathing from both of you almost ripping through the air.

Loki makes the first move. You feel him turn around and stare at the back of your head. Then he gets confident and slides across the small space in between you both and brings his chest to your back. He puts one hand under your pillow your head lays on and the other hand slips over your waist. You relax into him and bring your arm to cover his arm over your waist.

Loki nuzzles into your neck.

“You smell like sweat.” He states after a few moments.

You laugh in shock and kick one of the legs he has intertwined with yours.

“If you don’t like it you don’t have to cuddle me.”

“I didn’t say I disliked it. It was a mere statement.” Loki says, his breath ghosting over your neck causing you to get chills.

“Goodnight, asshole.”

Loki chuckles softly but doesn’t answer.

Three

You both still refuse to talk about what has happened the two times you’ve shared a bed. By the next time you’re having to get a hotel room you both kind of hope you get paired together again.

Tony comes up to you and looks sheepish.

“Sharing a room again?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

Loki comes out of nowhere and scares you a bit when you feel his presence at your side but you refrain from jumping.

“Yes, but this time I ordered two beds.” Tony says.

You make yourself not deflate in front of Tony and smile at him instead, taking the card with a small thanks.

You don’t make a comment when Loki is tense beside you.

However, when you get to the room you smile wide.

There’s only one bed.

You look back at Loki who is looking at you with a smirk.

Loki raises his hand to magic you into pjs but you hold up a finger. “I need a shower first.” You say touching the sticky residue on your suit with a disgusted face.

Loki nods, magics your favorite silk pajamas into his hands then hands them to you to take into the bathroom.

You gladly take them and quickly shower. Loki figures he wouldn’t mind some hot water to relieve some of the stress from the battle earlier and takes a shower too.

When Loki comes out of the shower rubbing at his head with a towel, you gasp. He is in nothing but a towel that hangs dangerously low on his hips. You appreciate his lithe form, his creamy chest, the barely there abs. He even has a small happy trail of black hair that leads under the towel.

“Like what you see?” He snickers at your slacked jaw look.

“Is it not obvious enough?” You throw back at him.

Loki shakes his head and turns around. You see him throw the towel for his hair into the corner of the room then he drops the towel on his waist and bares his ass to you. You appreciate it for a second but turn around and face the wall with red cheeks.

When Loki climbs into the bed and snuggles into you he chuckles at seeing your still red cheeks.

“You are acting like an absolute virgin, darling.”

You let out a nervous giggle, “It’s not every day I see a god’s naked body, I apologize.”

Loki hums into your damp hair. “I could remedy that.”

You slap Loki’s hand that is wrapped around your waist.

“Go to sleep.” You tell the god.

“Good night, darling.”

Four

This time you’re pretty sure Tony does it because he has noticed Loki has become closer to you. Loki had taken to searching you out when he was bored around the tower and while he didn’t interact with you he appreciated your company of being in the same room.

Tony hands you the card with a smirk. You squint suspiciously at him but take it. You don’t even have to indicate to Loki to follow you, he just does.

Ok, so you’re realizing things are a little more obvious than originally thought.

When you reach the room you sit on the edge of the bed and look at your hands that fiddle in your lap.

“Loki?” You say in a small voice.

Loki lets out a sound of inquiry.

“Are-” You frown as you watch your fingers pick and rub your other fingers. “What’s happening?” You finally ask.

“What do you mean, darling?” Loki says as he slips under the covers and looks at your back while propped on his elbow.

You turn your body so you can face Loki but stay in your spot on the edge of the bed.

“What’s going on between us?” You ask, biting your lip.

Loki watches as you bite your lip, his eyes flickering to yours when you let go of it.

“If I’m to be honest...I’m not quite sure.” Loki says slowly.

You frown a little, your eyes looking at Loki but zoned out. You focus on him again when he clears his throat. Loki isn’t looking at you anymore, his other hand is now on top of the covers, playing with a piece of thread, his eyes following his fingers. “I do know I like you more than anyone else on the team. I do not have a bond with anyone else like I do with you. I can back off from these developing emotions if you would prefer?” Loki finishes a little wary.

You can’t help the pitiful sound that leaves your throat at the question. “No! I don’t mind, really,” You reassure when Loki looks at you a little doubtfully, “I just want to know what to label...us as. But I can live without knowing right now.”

Loki stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face but he quickly nods and lifts the covers, indicating for you to get in.

You stand and undress and join Loki, this time coming to him. When you’re both comfortable you’re facing each other. Your legs tangle with his, rubbing on his legs. your right arm is curled under the pillow and your head, your left makes a trail on Loki’s chest, exposed from his unbuttoned shirt.

Loki’s left hand is curled under his pillow like yours, his right comes up to grab your arm, trails up and intertwines his hand with yours and brings it down to the bed, in between you both.

“Would you mind if my feelings develop into something stronger?” Loki asks, his cool breath fanning over your face you’re so close to him.

Your eyes flicker to his but end up looking at his facial features, memorizing them as you think.

“No, I don’t mind.” You whisper.

Loki hums, his thumb caressing yours under the covers. “I’m assuming you have some feelings of your own?”

You give a little nod.

“Say it.” Loki demands in a gentle voice.

You look into his eyes and smile a little.

“I have feelings for you, Loki.”

Loki doesn’t quite smile but you can see the mirth in his eyes at the returned affection.

“Go to sleep, we have a early morning ahead of us.” You tell him but don’t close your eyes, you wait for him to close his first.

When he doesn’t right away you pout. Loki rolls his eyes with a smile but relaxes and closes his eyes. You follow him and both of you fall into sleep quickly, surrounded by warmth and comfort of someone else being there.

Five

This time you know Tony deliberately got you a shared room with one bed because you’re next to him when he orders the rooms. When he tells the concierge a room for two, one bed, you open your mouth. You quickly snap it shut when Tony looks at you with a raised brow, challenging you to challenge his decision.

Loki comes up and asks what the problem is, seeing as you’re glaring at Tony and Tony is now smirking at you.

“Nothing.” You snap at Loki, nodding your head to the concierge, telling Tony to continue on without words.

When Tony hands you your card he grabs you, leans in to whisper in your ear, “If I don’t hear you screaming his name out tonight I’m separating you two. It’s time to make it official.”

You gasp, slap Tony in the chest as he backs off with a nod to Loki, still smirking, and goes to give the rest of the team their cards.

As you and Loki ride up in the elevator Loki questions you.

“What did Tony tell you?” He asks

“Nothing important, he was just being an ass.” You give up lamely. You can tell Loki is even more curious now but you’re thankful he doesn’t push it.

Instead when you’re in the room you hesitate to undress yourself because your mind is revolving around the whole sex thing Tony brought up.

Loki obviously notices your hesitation because he points it out. “Tony said something that has obviously upset you. If it upsets you it concerns me. Tell me what he said.”

“It’s-” You sigh, bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes. “He made a sex joke and now I can’t help but think of you expecting sex out of this right now.”

Loki doesn’t say anything from his side of the bed. So, you drop your hand and look at him. He stands there with a raised brow but otherwise his face is passive.

“Look, I want sex with you, in time, but right now the whole subject makes me a little jumpy because I just don’t connect with people this fast and it makes me a little dizzy with how fast I’m starting to like you, like really like you and listen can you please say something so I’ll shut up?” You gasp out.

Loki chuckles, shaking his head he runs a hand through his hair then looks back up to you and finally speaks.

“While I do want sex out of this I will not push you, I do not expect it, I would rather wait till you’re confident in your choice because I want you to want me... Not to do something about the situation because someone else thinks you should be doing it.”

As Loki speaks you feel yourself relaxing, enough so to start undressing again. As you’re pulling your shirt off you smile at Loki.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

“I’m concerned that you’re calling me perfect for something men should do, and say, without hesitation.”

You laugh a little breathlessly, you’re in the middle of falling for Loki, harder. “Ya, no, men here on Earth can be total d-bags about sex. You’re perfect.”

Loki scoffs, “As long as you don’t compare me to those men then we shall be fine.” He says as you both climb into bed and meet in the middle.

You’re a little too excited about the whole situation and as you reach Loki push into him to kiss him but you end up just hitting your face on his. Loki pulls back with a disgruntled look and you bring a hand up to hold your hurting face.

“Ow.”

Loki blows breath out of his nose and lightly grabs the hand over your face. You look at him as he pulls your hand under the covers and then brings his other hand up to cup your jaw.

“I believe this is what you were trying to do?” Loki asks as he leans in to your face slowly.

You can’t help but stare at his pink lips. He’s obviously going slow to give you an out but you glance to his eyes and see hesitation which causes you to lean in and capture his lips first, to show you want this, that you’re confident in your choice right now.

When your lips meet sparks don’t fly, you don’t naturally know how to kiss him just how he likes, the kiss is anything but elegant. However, when your lips meet you do melt inside, your body feels weak, your stomach has so many butterflies it makes you jittery, and you’re sure you would love to do this more so you could learn how to please Loki in every way possible.

You both pull from the kiss and Loki looks at you with adoration. You’re not sure what you look at him with, you’re still a bit dizzy, but it makes him smile as his thumb caresses your cheek.

“Good?” He whispers over your lips.

“Good.” You say in a small voice.

“Would you mind if I did it again?” Loki asks.

You feel yourself come back from cloud 9 and smirk at him.

“I wouldn’t be adverse to trying it again.” You say, almost in a sing-song voice.

Loki rolls his eyes, causing you to snicker, but he takes your lips into his again.

You both don’t get much sleep to say the least.

+ One

Things aren’t actually official but everybody knows because Loki is touching you a lot more. Not PDA per se, rather they notice that when he walks past you he will let a hand glide over the small of your back. When you stand near each other his pinky will search your hand out and purposely give small caresses. He also never fails to catch you when you fall during missions. He’s hovering a bit.

It’s obvious.

But Tony wasn’t lying about that whole sex thing apparently.

That pisses you off but you don’t say anything because it’s not necessarily official.

“You have your own room.” Tony says, giving you your card with nonchalance.

You quickly find Loki’s eyes, he’s a few feet away talking with Thor but stops talking at your worried look. He makes his way to you and Tony.

“Ah! Perfect, here’s your room card.” Tony exclaims, slamming the card to Loki’s chest a little too aggressive but quickly moves on to the rest of the team.

Loki frowns down at the card in his hands then up to you with a blank face. You look back at him but say nothing.

Both of you head to the elevator and when you reach your floor first, you don’t move to get out of the elevator. Instead you both stand there in silence staring at your cards.

Loki is the one to break the silence. “You know, an enemy might know our location and attack at a moments notice. I could stay in your room to better protect you if such an occurrence should happen.”

You let a wide smile break out over your face. You look at Loki. “I think I would feel better if you stayed with me. I don’t want to get hurt, you have a point.”

Loki smiles quickly and presses the button to open the elevator doors that had fallen shut, leaning across your front and as the doors open he looks back and smirks at you, leans back and holds out a hand for you to lead the way.

You both make your way to your room a little too excited and a little too fast but neither of you will speak up on the matter.

After tonight, you both decide it’s best to make it official.

#loki x reader #loki #my writing #loki odinson #5 times #5 times you shared a bed with loki and 1 time you made an excuse to share a bed #one shot #reader insert

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besotted-eros · 3 years

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a little green

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Content: mentions of choking, breeding, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, jealousy, use of term "daddy".

Summary: Why would you ever mention another man to Eren? You knew what it would do to him.

You winced as the tin cup hit the floor, the clattering making your body cringe away. After all that effort to carefully extract yourself from Eren's tight grip, creep out of your bedroom, and begin the preparations for breakfast as silently as you could, it was a simple cup that destroyed it.

"Stupid fucking thing." You swore as you knelt to grab it. But before your fingers met the metal, another hand wrapped around the handle.

He was behind you suddenly, making you pitch forward with a start and grab the counter for support. The hairs on the back of your neck rose as you felt him. He was heat, commanding your attention and filling your brain even though he was behind you.

"Eren, dear God. It woke you up that fast?" You exclaimed as your boyfriend chuckled. He placed the cup on the counter in front of you, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

"Been awake for a bit now." His raspy voice purred against the back of your head. "You think I stay asleep when you're not beside me?" The expanse of his chest was against you, the jut of his hips. Every angular line of his body, from bare chest to thighs, finding its place against your own. His hand traced lazy circles on your waist as you busied yourself with readying a pan with eggs and sliced meat.

"You don't get leave often, I just wanted you to sleep in once. Your friends are coming for lunch, and then you'll be off again tonight. You deserve some rest." You responded, raising your cheek when his hand closed around your chin. He pressed his lips to your skin, holding you for a moment before letting his fingers trail down your neck.

"Don't you know waking up beside you is my greatest pleasure? Nice to see something pretty in the morning, besides Armin's snoring face." He murmured, tracing along your collar bone. He leaned into you heavily, sleep still thick in his voice. You had to admit the tenor of it made you warm.

"If you let me live in the city with you, we'd be able to do it more often." You said, flipping the eggs expertly. You grabbed for spices, your movement hindered by the lanky form clinging to you.

"Told you, want you outta harms way. Danger finds that city. You're safe here. I like the thought of you here." His lips found your neck as he spot, peppering kisses along the exposed skin. He kissed along the marks he left last night, the tokens of his love.You felt your knees weaken at it, but tried to keep your composure. "Scouts stationed nearby, lots of space. Kind village. You can grow here, y/n."

"Grow away from you?" You asked, your tone light and teasing. Eren stiffened against you, and the arm around your waist tightened. His lips were stilled, resting above where your heartbeat pressed against your skin. "Maybe I'll put down roots with some nice village boy. The miller's son always slides me more grain than I come to him with."

You had moved the pan off of the heat, and for a moment the only sounds were of the crackling fat. "Really?" Eren asked, his fingers digging into your hip as he came alive behind you. He moved you, grip firm as he pulled you from the stove, pivoting on his heel so he could press you over the counter top. Another line grew against you, from where the curve of your ass met his hips.

"Does he get like this when he sees you?" Eren asked as he pressed his quickly hardening shaft to you. His voice was darker now, his hand moving from your collar bone to cup your breast through the thin linen of your blouse.

"Do you think he wants to grab these? Touch them the way I do?" His fingers massaged the soft flesh, making you bite your lower lip as you struggled to contain a cry of surprise and pleasure. Your gentle teasing had awoken something, something you knew lied in wait. But you didn't realise it would come this fast. You reached behind you, stroking your fingers through his hair. He had put it up in a bun.

"No." He growled, snatching your hand and pinning it to the counter. He straightened up as he pushed your torso down, keeping his hips in contact with your ass. "Don't get to touch me when you're looking at other men. Don't get to touch me, gotta teach you a lesson." He snarled. You hated how undone you were by his words, the warmth in your stomach now a raging bonfire as he furiously rubbed against you, letting you feel his desire. His hand curled on the back of your head, keeping your face pressed into the cool wood.

"E-eren..." You hissed through gritted teeth, your back arching in desperation to attain more touch, more of him.

"Now you wanna say my name, huh?" You could head the grin in his voice, the triumph of making you his. He grabbed the fabric of your skirt, quickly pushing it above your thighs. "You wanna act like a good girl now because you know you're in trouble." His palm found your ass, groping it lewdly before pulling back to give your left cheek a resounding spank. You jerked forward, yelping out in surprise Erens teeth grazed over his lower lip, the sound of you making his cock jump with want. He slapped the other cheek, eyes dancing at the sight of how your flesh trembled and shook at his behest.

"God, you're not even wearing anything under your skirt. That fucking desperate huh?" He asked, returning his hips to rub his bulge against your exposed lips, now separated by only the thin layer of the cotton trousers he slept in. "Is this how you go to see him, huh? Tell me." He growled, forcing your legs further apart as you scrabbled against the counter for purchase.

"N-no! Only for you, I only do that for you." You gasped, and Eren grinned. He pushed down the waistband of his pants, letting his throbbing cock free before pressing it against your pussy. He avoided the aching hole, instead dragging himself back and forth between your wet lips. The head bumped against your clit as he thrust, making you flinch with pleasure. One hand rested on your waist, holding you in place while the other curled around your throat.

"Why? Why do you do that for me?" He was purring now, and you could feel locks of hair coming lose from his bun.

"Because... Because I'm yours." You murmured, and his grip on your throat tightened. He would never hurt you, he was always so careful. But he loved seeing your face turn red, loved knowing that you trusted him with your life.

"Say it again. Prove it." He demanded, moving to grab his shaft and line the head with your pussy.

"I'm yours! Fuck, Eren fuck me please, I'm just yours okay? I'm only yours, I'm forever yours! There's no other man, there's no other anything!" You were begging now, twisting to look back at him. The sight was something to behold.

His jaw was slack, emerald eyes thick with lust as he gazed back at you. It was like he was ready to consume you, to eat your being whole and lick his fingers after. His chest stuttered with breath, firm abs flexing as he curled his hips up.

"That's right. Yeah baby, that's right." He cooed, reaching up to stroke a finger across your cheek. You turned your head, pressing your lip to his wrist as he groaned.

"Only mine." He whispered, and you felt him against your entrance, spreading it with his thick head.

"Forever mine." Your face was against the counter again, gasps escaping as he pressed forward, inch by cloying inch. You fit him like a glove, and he groaned in appreciation at your hot, wet walls closing around him.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his immense length, his hand now soft in your hair. He stroked through it once, from your scalp to the tip. Fingers twisting around your locks, eyes gentle as he felt their silk.

And then, he was fucking you. Mercilessly, his hips snapping on the return to drive deeper and deeper. His cock pounded into you, hard enough to make you feel it in your stomach. When Eren let go, when you made Eren let go, there was no end. He would use you, please himself with your cunt until you were a sopping mess under him.

All you could do was urge him forward.

"Eren, it's so good, so fucking good yeah, yeah please... Please give me more, p-please..." You managed to whine out, and he responded with a groan, leaning over you as he pulled your hips back, making you bounce against him.

"Like that? Fucking like that?" He hissed through gritted teeth. You nodded, letting out a cry of exasperation as he moved back, pulling out of you and leaving you hollow.

You didn't have time to complain, as he deftly moved you onto your back.

"There. Wanna see your face, see your pretty face while I..." He held your thighs, spreading them wide as he pushed back inside you with a grunt. It was a smooth motion, one that sent your eyes rolling back into your head. You grabbed at him, at his broad muscular shoulders, at his firm chest and torso.

"No one... Makes you feel like this... No one in the world. No one but me." He whispered, his eyes locked onto your face, your expression of pure bliss sending waves of pleasure through out him. He loved the feeling of you clinging onto him, your once independent and powerful body reduced to a little toy for him. Let other men stare, let them ply you with gifts. He lifted you up, becoming your only anchor to the world as his fingers dug into your ass, making you bounce on his shaft in a way that made his knees weak. At the end of the day, you were his. His only. His cocksleeve. His lover. No matter how little nights he spent in your bed, no matter how far away he was from you.

But how to make others see that?

Your face was pressed against his taunt neck, your moans filling the small house.

"Shall I fuck a baby into you, y/n?" Eren asked, his voice clear and ringing in your ears like a bell. It cut through the haze of your pleasure as you processed it, and then it came back tenfold. Eren grinned as he felt your reaction, the way your pussy tightened on him. The way your moans increased.

"Oh, you like that huh? Like the thought of me breeding you?" He purred, fingers gripping onto you harder. You were coming close to the edge, on that rocky cliff before cloud nine. And he was getting you there faster than you ever had.

"Y-yes, I d-do..." You squeaked out as he bit into your shoulder, trying to quell his own rising heat. He stilled you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and kissing away the noises while you whined. He walked forward, balancing you precariously on the head of his hard dick as he reached the front door. Eren put you down, turning you to face the doorway as his hand snaked around, unlocking it and pulling open. You looked upon your front yard, at the flowers you grew, the field of wheat across the narrow lane. It was quiet, it was peaceful.

"Eren?" You questioned, turning to look at him. Wordlessly he pushed you towards it, making you grasp the door frame as he moved your skirt up. He pulled your hips towards him, and you were bent over, legs being forced open.

"Someone will see Eren, sometimes p-people take this road." You whimpered, and your only response was a dark chuckle.

"Give them something to look at then." He growled as he pushed his way inside of you, dragging against your puffy wet walls. You moan in unison with him and he held onto you tightly as his hips began to move.

"Gonna fucking breed you, gonna fucking breed you." He chanted, panting with each thrust. His hair was wild now, eyes shining in the early morning sun. The cool midday air attempted to calm your bodies, to dull the passion. But nothing could.

"Y-your friends! They're gonna be here so-soon... Eren oh my god!" You were blubbering now, feeling your wetness course down your legs as your man ruthlessly pounded you from behind. He reached around, and there was a sound of tearing that joined the squelching of your sex. The breeze run across your breasts as he exposed them, pawing at them wontonly as he bent over you.

"These are gonna get so full, Y/n. You ready for that? Ready to make me a daddy? Want the world to see. Want the world to know what you let me do to you."

Your vision was blurry, pleasure and tears making your head feel as though it was full of burning cotton. All that existed right now was Eren. The way you touched you, the way he undid you, the way he took you and made you nothing but his.

"Yes." You repeated, clutching at the frame when his fingers found your clit. His chest was against your back, bending you over further as he rut you like a bitch.

"Say it. Say you want my load. Say you want my babies." He commanded, the pads of his fingers glancing over your throbbing button over and over.

"I want your cum Eren, I want your cum, breed me, please breed my pussy I'll make you a daddy let me make you a daddy, let me-" your voice spilled into the open air, a loud moan cutting your begging short as your pussy tightened around Eren's cock, pulsating as you creamed for him. The sensation was too much for him, and he reciprocated eagerly, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into you.

With a groan Eren let himself fall from you, pulling you up to straighten and closing the door.

"I'm sorry about your blouse." He murmured as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He walked backwards toward the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and guiding you down with him. "Got ahead of myself." He whispered. You kissed, the panting of your breaths mingling as his sweet lips moved against yours. This was always when he was most gentle, most soft.

"'s okay, you just owe me a new one." You lay against him, enjoying the way his body thrummed underneath you. You'd miss this tonight. This warmth, his hands smoothing your hair back.

"I'll have some things sent down with the next supply for the scouts. There will be grain for you too in there,already milled." You raised your head, your brow furrowed.

"And what does that mean?" You snapped, but your anger quelled when he smiled. Smiles from Eren were so rare. It caught you off guard, stopped the scolding in your throat.

"Just teasing." He replied, pulling you up for another kiss.

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krxideprnz-archive · 3 years

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More sub Toji plz, him being a huge brat at first then just reducing him to a crying begging mess 😈 (fondling his muscles too cuz this man is jacked whew 😅)

I hope this is good 👉👈 I’m in the middle of midterms so I don’t have much time right now,

But I’m gonna be finished tomorrow!

So expect more productivity from my lazy ass

I hope you enjoy this 💕

Sub! Toji x Dom! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- orgasm denial/toys/degrading/overstimulation/oral (giving and receiving)

Your hands traced the muscles on your husbands back while he was trying to sleep, occasionally moving your hands further up, caressing his neck and leaving a few kisses there.

Toji groaned half asleep.

“What are you doing? I want to sleep”

His annoyed tone made you roll your eyes and continue with your movements, resting your head on your hand.

“I haven’t been with you in a while, I missed you”

He didn’t answer, he only readjusted on his pillow, closing his eyes again.

Fucking brat.

He was always like this when he came home since a few months, coming home only to brush your words of concern off when he had new wounds on his body, ignoring your attempts to help him.

And you were tired of it.

This also ruined your sex life, he was either to tired or not in the mood, so he always rolled around and told you to go away.

But you were having none of it, not anymore.

So you decided to spice things up a little.

“I also missed your cries when I ride on your big cock- oh so that got a reaction out of you!” You clapped your hands together when you saw his body twitch and his head turning around, glaring daggers in your direction.

“The fuck did you say?” He was getting pissed. He knew the effect you had on him but it made his blood boil every time you mentioned it.

“Aww, did u hurt your pride?” Your hands found his abs, tracing and touching them, feeling his hard muscles flex when he moved.

You crawled on top of him, a grin spread on your features.

“You’re a bitch” he grabbed your head to kiss you, but you were quick to press your hand in front of his mouth.

You glared down at him with a mad glint in your eyes.

“Seems like someone needs a reminder who’s the boss here, don’t you, Toji?”

“More like you need that reminder-“ your hands grabbing his throat made him shut up.

“Shut up” you spat, moving your face closer to his, enjoying the way you felt his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

After releasing him, you sat back, pressing your heel against his crotch.

He hissed and clenched his teeth.

You continued grinding your foot against his growing bulge, pressing on it until he let out a groan.

“You like that? Do you enjoy when I’m rough with you? Tell me Toji” you licked your lips when you saw him bite his lip.

He was quick to stare back at you with a grin.

“Keep telling that to yourself”

Your foot left his bulge, and you bent forward, touching his erection painfully careful.

His hips moved up to meet your hand and add some mich needed friction against his bulge, but your hand pushed him down roughly.

“I thought you didn’t like it”

“I don’t-“

“Then why are you pushing against me like this?Look how hard you got just from a few simple touches”

He didn’t answer, he only glared at you but decided to keep his mouth shut for once.

“Cat got your tongue?”

With a laugh, you stood up and went over to the closet, grabbing a few items from the inside, making sure to bend over so he had a nice view of your ass wiggling in the air.

When you walked back, you placed the items on the bedside table, and when he looked over to see what you got, you quickly turned his head back around.

“You don’t get to look” and with that, you grabbed the blindfold and secured it around his head, covering his eyes.

“Take that off, I at least wanna see you bouncing on my cock” he spoke confidently, still not ready to admit that you had the upper hand in your sex life.

“Stop behaving like such a brat, especially after you ignored me for months” you replied, taking of his loose sweatpants, his erection springing up and hitting his abdomen.

You toyed with the tip, seeing him bite the insides of his mouth to conceal his noises.

Your hand started rubbing and touching the muscles on his strong legs, feeling each curve and movement of them with your fingers.

Opening your mouth, you licked from the underside of his cock upwards until you pressed a kiss to the tip, his precum coating your lips.

You heard the pleasured little moans leaving his lips that he tried so hard to contain, with his hand over his mouth.

Your mouth left his sensitive tip.

“You’re such a-“

“Seems like I need to keep that mouth of your occupied” and with that, you quickly undressed your lower half, moving upwards to hover your core over his mouth.

“Pleasure me, show me what that mouth of yours is useful for”

He started licking up and down your slit, kissing and sucking on your hot flesh while his hands steadied your body on his face.

You moaned at his skilled tongue entering your womanhood, thrusting in and out of you eagerly.

He devoured you like he was starving for years, his continued kissing and sucking making you press further onto his face, tongue rolling out of your mouth at the vibrations of the laugh that escaped his mouth.

Soon, after he used one of his fingers to rub up and down your clit, you released on his face, your juices coating his face and the blindfold he was wearing.

You looked down at his twitching length, precum flowing from the tip, slowly sliding down the side.

Moving further down on his body, you watched his tongue lick over his lips, tasting you in his mouth.

“Can’t get enough of me can you? I wonder what your colleagues would say if they saw you like this?”

You saw him visibly shudder at your words.

Taking his leaking cock in your hand, you started pumping up and down, relishing in the sounds he made.

His moans were deep and loud, spilling from his lips without shame.

You added your mouth, your hands instead fondling his balls, his hips moving up, pressing his cock even further inside of your mouth.

Your tongue moved in circles around him, head moving up and down, lewd noises of his moans and the squelching sounds of your sucking and kissing made him go crazy.

He wished he could see you right now.

You carefully dragged your teeth along the side, a hiss escaping his throat.

“Hngh! (Y/N)!” His hands found your hair and grabbed it, head thrown back and mouth hung open, moans leaving his throat, each one seemingly louder than the last.

He looked so stunning like this, sweat glistening on his skin and cheeks flushed, you never saw something this beautiful.

You felt his cum inside of your mouth when he released with a yell of your name.

You kept moving even after he already came, sucking him even more aggressive.

He thrashed against the sheets, not able to say a single thing as pleasure clouded his senses.

“Ah! Ah! (Y- hngh!” Tojis legs wrapped around your body, twitching and shaking around you.

You released him with a pop, smirking at the drool dripping down his swollen lips.

“You should see yourself, lying on the bed with that fucked out expression~ so pathetic”

He let out a strained whimper at the loss of the feeling of your lips around him.

You grabbed the two last items from your nightstand, a vibrator and handcuffs.

You secured the vibrator around his leaking length and Toji threw his head back in bliss.

After you chained his hands to the bed over his head, you watched him with a proud smile.

Giving him a kiss, you whispered into his ear.

“Since you wanted to sleep so badly, I’m not gonna bother you anymore”

You got up and gave him one last wave, his confused expression making you smirk.

“Good Night sweetheart~” and with that, you left the room.

After you cleaned yourself, you plopped down on the couch, scrolling through your phone and listening to your boyfriends pained whines and moans of your name.

You eventually fell asleep for a short while.

When you woke up, you could still hear his pained yells and moans from your bedroom, so you decided to walk back to your husband.

You opened the door and were immediately greeted by the image of Toji cumming again, his release shooting out of the tip, a wet spot were he was lying was visible.

His cheeks were wet with tears and he was crying out in pleasure and relief when you came in.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! So- I’m so- hah! Ahn!!”

You shushed him and cupped his cheek in your hand.

“How many times did you cum already? You look so good like this...I wonder if you could handle some more”

He immediately shook his head no, another loud moan echoing in the room when you touched his abused cock to remove the vibrator.

“Thank you!” Relieved, he relaxed on the bed, he was close to passing out at this point.

You were so lucky you could see the great Toji Fushiguro like this, completely loosing his pride because of you.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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not allowed iv, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: Your boyfriends woke up and chose violence. Excuse me, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi? Do you really think you can post one after another on Twitter, send the world into heart palpitations, and not expect your girlfriend to do something about it? Hmm?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of the pandemic; reader and Yoongi have giant heart eyes whenever they see each other; feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, nipple play, f and m-receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, m-masturbation, double penetration/spit roasting); idol!BTS

that’s right JK posted his blue hair and i absolutely lost it part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your boyfriend asked JJK to fuck you, then again, and then they decided to make this a thing; based on real time.

Your boyfriends woke up today and chose violence.

Everything was fine. You were on your lunch break, sitting in your kitchen, knowing you would have to get back to work soon. A quick meal and scrub of the dishes left you with you a few minutes to check your phone. You didn’t get many messages throughout the day and you preferred it that way. You took a moment to scroll through social media.

Only to choke a little seeing Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae of BTS, reveal his dark blue locks to the world in the middle of the damn day. Did you almost drop your phone? Yes. Did you not because it was the special edition BTS S20+? Also, yes. The TinyTan SUGA phone case would have protected it anyway, but… still.

You placed your phone aside and went back to your computer, ready to attend work again.

Not quite composed, but it was just a picture, just a picture, just a picture…

Except you knew what Jungkook looked like naked and that wasn’t helping.

Three hours later, you snuck a glance at your phone only to be attacked by the cutest human being in the world, Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, sometimes Agust D, all the time lil meow meow because, holy shit, why the fuck was this man so cute? Those damn cheeks. Those eyes. Fuck, you loved his eye shape. And his pretty lips. Damnnit, why couldn’t you kiss him right now?

They’re trying to kill you and ARMY all at once.

You’re convinced.

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath.

It is only a coincidence. It doesn’t involve you. They’re only being their usual adorable, attractive selves and giving a gift to the fans. You weren’t delusional. It was their job to do things like this. You knew this and you were used to it. You’ve seen Yoongi say all kinds of things in V-LIVEs and you always thought it was funny. Lately, he hadn’t been responding to them much though. As for Jungkook, well.

Everyone in the world wanted Jungkook, including you, so could you blame the world? No.

Jungkook tried to tell you before that he was shy and you recalled all those see-through shirts he’d worn on stage. All those ab reveals. Hmm, you weren’t fooled.

“I wanted to make sure you were looking at me, noona,” Jungkook had teased you, hooking his arms around your waist. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

Yeah, yeah, your attention and millions of other people.

It made you laugh, until he became your boyfriend, and now it made you choke on air like every other human being who saw him looking that good. Before you had the safety of giving your full attention to Yoongi. Yoongi had always been your priority and you wanted to make sure he felt that way.

Little by little.

Jungkook grew up.

And became harder and harder to ignore.

Even more difficult when Yoongi gave him the apartment key and told him to fuck you in his stead.

You heard your phone ping. You checked your messages, saving your work in the process.

That will teach you to post such sexy pictures.

You twitched. Excuse me? What was Jungkook talking about? Your personal, private Instagram was for expressing your – sometimes eccentric – fashion sense. Was he referring to the images you posted for Valentine’s Day, the ones with the white vinyl coat, red stockings, and sky-high red heels? Hmph. You couldn’t even see your face in those. Actually, you deliberately cut off most of your face in all of your pictures. The most you showed were your lips, always painted to match your outfit. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you, even by happenstance.

Made taking pictures much easier, since you never had to do eye makeup or worry about accidentally making ugly faces.

It was private now, but it wasn’t before, and the only reason you privated it was because you started dating Yoongi. You still wanted it use it as an outlet though, so you left it as is, with your follower count unchanging. It wasn’t that many people to begin with and you were pretty sure a lot of the accounts were bots.

In any case, sometimes you felt like being creative and dressing up, thus you did so on Instagram. You couldn’t dress like that when you went to visit Yoongi. Ah, and now Jungkook too. To be honest, you loved fashion and trying on different looks, but it wasn’t possible unless you were alone. And you were alone a lot, with no one but strangers to appreciate (or be confused by) it.

Might as well take a picture, right?

And if you could tease Yoongi a little, at least from a distance, that was even better.

You forgot Jungkook also followed you now though.

Dammit.

Had the photos been sexy? Sure. Provocative, lots of leg, almost a peek of ass but not quite. Red lips to stand out against the white. If the coat was black, it would have been more traditionally fetishist, but that's why you had picked shiny white vinyl. Brighter for the cute holiday.

Who are you kidding? You wore it to provoke Yoongi.

He texted you after you posted it. Usually, he said things along the lines of, pretty, cute, you look crazy, I like it. Only sometimes did he say...

what the fuck

You had asked him if he liked your post today.

I'm not trying to pop a boner in the middle of practice, control yourself woman.

Maybe don't post such cute selfies then, you had thought. Then your phone pinged again.

Send a picture with the coat open. Jungkook wants to see.

Oh, so now that the maknae was involved, he was going to pin things on the younger one. Two can play at this game. You sent the photo to Jungkook first. You knew that if the situation was reversed, Yoongi would have done the same. Jungkook's reaction had been hilarious.

Noona?! WHAT???

And then a slew of head exploding emojis.

Yoongi had been agitated until you finally sent him the picture too. It had been a fun incident.

Until your boyfriends woke up today and chose violence.

Dammit.

You stared at blue-haired Jungkook and 'Blue and Grey' Yoongi from the MTV Unplugged performance.

This just wasn’t allowed.

This visit had a purpose, but then you saw Min Yoongi standing in the hallway waiting for you, wearing an olive-green shirt, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, small smile on his lips. Purring your name lovingly after you closed the door, and you realized you missed him so very much, his lovely dark brown eyes and dark hair, and then you were suddenly in his arms and he was hugging you.

With both arms.

Yoongi was recovering well and he still couldn't do strenuous activity yet, but he was hugging you with both arms and you wanted to cry because it was so nice to have them both around you. You could've been cool and collected, yet somehow both you and Yoongi had the same idea to first hug and breathe in each other, his fresh, woodsy scent strongly invading your nose and his soft cheek against yours.

"You smell different."

"Do you like it?" you mumbled into his neck, kissing it lightly.

"Mhm."

You thought it had worn off by now, but the new perfume you had purchased lingered far longer than you imagined, clinging to your hair. Warm spiced sweetness with a hint of sharp smoke. Yoongi inhaled deeply beside you.

"You should wear more perfume," he murmured, hands kneading your waist.

"Someone might notice."

"Nah, your taste similar enough to mine."

He was taking off your coat and you were stepping out of your shoes, being pulled deeper into the apartment, and now his kisses were yours, soft and light, every one saying, I missed you, I want you, I love you. There no need for words when it was Min Yoongi. Fingers tapping down your waist, pulling your oversized black shirt up and over your head.

"Excuse me?"

You pooped your head out to see Yoongi staring at your chest, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Oh, right. You had been so occupied with hugs and kisses that you almost forgot. Your shirt fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

You smirked.

"Surprise."

Yoongi made a face at you. Somewhere between angry, aroused, and shock. Good. Serves you right for posting such a cute selfie.

The front door opened.

Both of you instantly moved, you sliding behind him and into the bedroom, Yoongi standing in front of you, masking your frame. The discarded shirt and jacket could be explained away – that's why you wore oversized men's clothes, usually in Yoongi's preferred color palette.

"Hyung?"

Oh, whew. Actually, wait. No, this was danger.

"Ah, Jungkookie."

Yoongi placed his hand on your arm and you popped your head over the corner once you heard the door close. Yup. A swift shake of dark blue locks, white sweatshirt and loose black sweatpants, and that mischievous smirk with a wrinkle of his nose.

Danger.

"Hey, noona!"

Damnnit, planning for two is hard! You couldn't just go put your shirt on and do the grand reveal again. Yoongi grasped your upper arm with his right hand and yanked you from the doorframe. You squeaked, body stumbling into Jungkook’s view.

"Did you plan this?" Yoongi asked with a cocked brow.

Jungkook's eyes went wide.

"Uh... no, but I like where this is going," Jungkook replied, smirk growing.

The black lace bra stood out against your skin, strappy and elegant, molding to the swells of your breasts and the curve downward to your waist, matching the garter belt that disappeared into the black jeans you were wearing. You didn't usually wear lingerie. It wasn't practical and if you accidentally left something behind... it wasn't worth the risk. Yoongi and you took every precaution to not fuck this up.

Therefore, you only wore lingerie on your private Instagram.

Only showing little flashes, never the whole picture. And, really, you wore it in your photos to mess with them. It made you feel nice too, so it was a win-win. This set was familiar to Yoongi and Jungkook because you had worn the red version in the original Valentine’s Day themed photos.

Again, you didn't usually wear lingerie, but Jungkook and Yoongi couldn't just post pictures on Twitter back-to-back, two-shot you, and not expect a damn reaction. That kind of shit wasn't tolerated! On top of all that, you had to wait and get properly tested before getting here. This pandemic extended your frustrations. So, yes, fuck it, you wore the damn lingerie that made you feel the sexiest. Even if your jeans were still on, you knew you looked good.

No one had to tell you. You checked in the mirror before you left.

"Is this your response to my text a couple days ago?" Jungkook teased, kicking off his shoes and bounding over to you two. His dark blue hair shimmered in the light, like a night sky covered with stars, smile pure and naughty at the same time, lighting up his whole face.

Fuck you for being hot, Jeon Jungkook!

You leaned back against Yoongi, crossing your arms under your breasts, pressing them together. Jungkook grinned, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you.

"Something like that," you coolly replied. Shit, there was an edge to your voice. Hopefully neither Yoongi or Jungkook picked that up.

"Hmm..."

Jungkook pursed his lips, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out the side. Ack. You had to look away. You turned and bumped your lace-covered tits against Yoongi's chest. His dark brown orbs flickered to your breasts, sly smile on his lips.

"This is your fault too, by the way."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, amused. "What do you mean?"

You dropped your hands, surveying him suspiciously. "You think I don't know? Posting right after Jungkook? That's not allowed! You know what that does to me."

Yoongi leaned forward. Your breath caught in your throat, heart beating fast all of a sudden. You backed up, right into Jungkook's chest. Uh oh. Yoongi hummed, black hair shadowing his face, devious sparkle in those dangerous eyes, his voice a raspy, purring drawl.

"What does it do to you?"

Your hand fell back to brace yourself and Jungkook's fingers wrapped around your wrist, stroking your skin. You felt him shift behind you and then his lips were on your ear, whispering in his silvery voice.

"Yeah, noona. Tell us.” His grip on your wrist tightened, squeezing lightly, asserting his presence behind you. “Or you can show us."

...

!!!

How dare they tag team you? First, they visually attack you – and millions of other ARMY – in the middle of the workday, and now this, Yoongi closing in, kissing you once more, deeper, hungrier, with dark intent, smirking against your lips as Jungkook took both your hands, ghosting his long fingers over yours. You whimpered into Yoongi's mouth, body tensing, Jungkook pressing himself into your back, breath against your hair.

"You smell different," he murmured.

You couldn't reply. Yoongi was sucking on your tongue, making you whine.

"Warm, sweet, and spicy."

Yoongi released you and you gasped for air, bucking into Jungkook's crotch. "I bought it last week... thought it smelled nice..."

Jungkook nuzzled your hair. "I like it. Makes me horny."

You laughed a little, turning your hands around in his to lace your fingers together. He held your hands firmly, grinding his crotch into your ass. You could already feel his arousal through your jeans.

"Sounds dangerous," you mused.

"It is," Yoongi chuckled. "But you should keep wearing it anyway. You smell good."

Heat rose to your cheeks. Then you realized your jeans were already undone, being daintily pushed down by deft hands and an amused expression, Yoongi crouching to pull them along. Bit by bit, revealing the matching garter belt, the high-cut black lace panties that framed your thighs, and lace-topped sheer stockings, all the straps emphasizing your softness, sinking into your thighs and ass.

"Fuck..." Yoongi breathed, running his fingertips over the delicate fabric, touch so light against your skin, dancing up your knee. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He looked up at you, eyes so dark they seemed black, playful smirk on those perfect pink lips. Thump. You felt Jungkook pull your arms back and press them to his sides. You grabbed fistfuls of Jungkook’s shirt, staring down at Yoongi advancing between your legs, his smirk growing wider and more teasing, lovely voice low and husky, deep with arousal.

"What's the matter?" Yoongi purred. "Cat got your tongue?"

Your body tensed in anticipation, Jungkook's hands crawling around your sides, one tattooed, one not, fingers hovering over your now trembling chest. Looking down at Yoongi's smug expression, tongue flicking out and teasing you. Reminding you how good he was and how long you'd been waiting.

Fuck you for being hot, Min Yoongi!

"Don't overexert yourself..." you breathed.

A sculpted brow lifted.

"I have help now," he reminded you and Jungkook's hands sank into your barely-covered breasts.

"Fuck..." Jungkook hissed into your ear, running his palms over your nipples, listening to your gasps as Yoongi dived between your thighs, hot tongue sliding against the lace. "Missed these tits so fucking much." His lips on your ear, growling your name, that dominant edge to his silvery voice, tweaking the hardened nubs while Yoongi teased your clothed clit with his tongue, the lace hardly a barrier but still an effective one, the rough threads plucking against your sensitive nerves.

How long had it been? So long, almost forever since Yoongi’s tongue was on you, soft and fast and the perfect pressure, deliberately teasing you and not moving the fabric aside, so close yet so far. If it wasn’t Yoongi, maybe you could tell him to move it, maybe you could beg, but you couldn’t speak because of Yoongi’s tongue and Jungkook’s rough touch, his hands on your breasts, pushing them together, your nipples poking tiny tents in the black lace, running his fingertips over them over and over, his hips grinding into your ass. Yoongi cupped one of your ass cheeks and spread them, your panties bunching in the center, Jungkook’s hardness slipping in, still covered by his sweatpants.

Wetter, hotter, sanity slipping little by little.

“Y-Yoongi… J-Jungkook…”

You tried not to shove your hips in Yoongi’s face, not wanting to strain his neck, and ended up pushing back instead, bouncing against Jungkook’s cock. The younger man snickered, nipping at your ear, pinching your nipples, and you felt a slick squelch as Yoongi’s tongue pushed the lace into your dripping pussy. The moans dragged out of your throat, eyelids fluttering, letting them do whatever they wanted, pleasure flooding all your senses, watching Yoongi wreck you, clutching Jungkook’s sweatshirt, panting their names, leaking more and more, the scent of your juices getting stronger and sweeter.

“This isn’t fair…” you panted. “I’m going c-crazy…”

Yoongi hummed on your clit and you cried out, hips rocking, so good, head tipping onto Jungkook’s broad shoulder, his long blue hair brushing against your cheek and eyelashes.

“Good, because you make us crazy,” Jungkook muttered, pushing your breasts together and squeezing them roughly. His voice was so deep you could feel your back vibrate with his words. His other hand came up and gripped your chin, trailing down and fitting around your neck, the loose sleeve falling and revealing his forearm tattoos, contrasting your lace-covered skin. “Always looking so fucking pretty and making me want to fuck you…”

His index finger came up and pressed against your lower lip. Those chocolatey eyes were watching your face from his peripheral vision, smirking as he witnessed your expression.

“Even showing off these sexy, fuckable lips. That’s not fair either, noona.”

“T-That’s not…”

Jungkook’s hand at your throat dropped and you yelped, his large palm fitting around your right thigh and lifting it up, fingers sinking in. Stockings, lace, garter, Jungkook’s touch, holding your leg up and out, giving Yoongi a perfect view of your glistening core. Then there was more, too much more, Yoongi pushing aside your panties, soaked fabric snapping against the inside of your thigh and then his mouth was directly on you, oh, fuck, his tongue on your throbbing clit, lips wrapped around it, pure suffocating ecstasy, your slick juices dripping down his chin, so easy, it was just too easy for Yoongi to make you feel so fucking good and he looked so sexy doing it too, those cat-like eyes piercing into you, ordering you to cum for him, to spill all over his beautiful face.

“Yoongi… fuck, your tongue is so fucking good��”

Your body rippled with pleasure and you flung your head to the side, away from Jungkook’s ear to moan far too loud, filling up the entire hallway, wanton and lewd, absolutely pornographic and sinful in nature, orgasm gushing into Yoongi’s waiting mouth, shuddering against Jungkook’s hard body. So many sensations, too many sensations. Yoongi sank his nails into your ass, growling as he sucked out your cum and drank it, Jungkook grinding his stiff length in between your ass cheeks, spreading your leg so far that your left one was quivering with strain, tits squashed in Jungkook’s left hand, his warm tongue on your ear, whispering darkly. Dirty, sensual, and your pussy couldn’t stop throbbing, Min Yoongi’s mouth and Jeon Jungkook’s low octave driving you insane.

“You look so fucking good, noona. Your body is so fucking perfect, so sexy wrapped up in lace,” he exhaled, sliding his palm over your nipples roughly, earning more depraved moans. He lowered your leg, slowly, Yoongi lapping at your clit, sending shocks of pleasure up your torso as he cleaned you off. Jungkook’s hand slid down over your stomach, flicking the straps against your skin, small snaps of pain that made you gasp, trapped in Jungkook’s power, letting him take over you. He took a step back, forcing you to arch your spine and look up at him, a curtain of cobalt surrounding that handsome face and those intense brown eyes.

No one could make you feel the way Yoongi made you feel. No one.

So...

Why did staring up at Jungkook like this do things to you? Why did it put your heart on a string and tension in your throat? Get it together. You weren't a teenager. Ask for what you want. He was just so insanely attractive in every way.

Jungkook smirked and you wanted him to ruin you.

He lifted you up easily. You saw Yoongi standing up and wiping his chin, self-satisfied and amused. He tilted his head and plucked one of the straps on your stomach, a light, erotic sting. Yoongi made eye contact with you, locking you in his gaze. A single look, and your heart was fluttering, immediately smitten. One by one, fingers wrapping around a few of the straps and pulling you to him, backing up, leading you to the bed by own your lingerie.

"Why today?" Yoongi drawled, tracing the curve of the bra cup, sending shivers over your skin. "Feeling risky?"

You raised a brow, focusing on him, trapped in those cat-like eyes.

"Control yourself. Aren't you used to this body by now?"

Yoongi grinned devilishly, darting closer, leaving you breathless in his speed. The scent of his cologne and your orgasm lingered on his skin, a delicious combination.

"Never."

Kissing you, taking your startled inhale, and you could taste yourself, fuck, just something about his skilled lips and your taste had your fingers twisting into Yoongi's shirt, rolling your body into his, still being so careful, but it was so hard because he was making it so hard, teasing you with that deft tongue, bursts of pleasure with every heartbeat you had while captured in Yoongi's lips. You missed it, this intensity, the overwhelming feeling that Yoongi gave you, being able to give in to the want, but you still couldn't give in without abandon, but you were so close.

So close.

Ruin me.

He pushed you lightly and you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, the kiss suddenly broken, but the second touch was familiar now, one tattooed arm, one not, and you knew that if you fell, these arms could catch you.

Jungkook put you in his lap, your back touching his bare chest. Oh, shit. Before you could think much about it, he turned you so you were laying in his arms princess-style. He must have removed his sweatshirt while you were talking to Yoongi, but he still wearing his pants, now sitting in the side of the bed, blue hair messy from your hands and the removal of his clothes. Your arms hooked around his neck instinctively, not wanting to fall, but he had his right hand splayed across your shoulder blades, holding you up securely.

"Mmm, this is nice," Jungkook murmured, playfully smiling. He nuzzled your nose, tongue flicking over your lips. "Why did you make us wait so long, hm?"

You frowned, breath against his chin. "The number of cases got higher... and you all were so busy... I couldn't get tested until recently."

Jungkook made a disgruntled noise.

"Hey, public health and safety is important."

He pouted at you. "But..."

"He's horny and wants to fuck," Yoongi cut in.

"Hyung…!"

Yoongi pulled up his chair and sat down, looking amused.

"He's been jacking off to your pictures."

"N-no, I haven't!"

"Really? I have."

Yoongi's face was completely neutral. It was hard to tell if he was lying or not.

Jungkook tried to hide his flushed face with your hair. "... M-Maybe I h-have..."

"Tsk, tsk, naughty Jungkookie," you teased.

"Noona..."

"And you?"

You felt Yoongi grasp your chin, tipping you back in Jungkook's arms. Some of your hair fell over your eyes, hazing your vision of Yoongi. Even so, his intent was obvious. You could feel it in his gaze, the burning hunger, his fingertips caressing your chin, leaning forward slightly to observe you.

I want to ruin you.

Yoongi didn't have to say it. You knew it, pierced by the predatory glint in his eyes. You could tell he missed this, could tell that he wanted to give in to his desires, wanted to lose control, only limited by his own physical body.

However.

He pressed his thumb into your lower lip, lifting a brow.

Jungkook was here now.

Yoongi gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk.

"Ruin me," you whispered, staring into those cat-like dark brown eyes. The recognition was instant, pleased that you knew what he wanted. You shifted your attention to the maknae, his chocolate eyes wide, watching your tongue slide out and licking Yoongi's thumb. "Ruin me, Jungkook."

You loved the way Jungkook could turn from blushing anxiousness to sly confidence, and all it took was your words and the way you said them, enabling him in the best way possible. The dark blue hair helped accented the shift in demeanor, creating cool-toned shadows over his lightly tanned skin.

"Anything for you," Jungkook purred.

You gasped sharply as you felt two fingers slide into you, Jungkook’s thumb rubbing your overstimulated clit. Your body jerked, trying to get away, but Yoongi's hand on your chin slid down, pressing on your chest, holding you still, your name a dangerous rasp from Yoongi's lips.

"Stay still."

Your eyes flickered down. Right hand. Okay. You shouldn’t be worried anymore, but you were. It was habit.

"Yoon–ah!"

You gasped, left arm firmly behind Jungkook's shoulders and the other behind you, your hand on the bed to steady your balance as Yoongi shoved the bra cups down, exposing your breasts. He lowered his head, the contact of his lips on your hot skin paired with Jungkook's thrust of his fingers into your pussy. Instant waves of pleasure overtook you, fingers sinking into the sheets and Jungkook’s hair, fuck, his beautiful navy hair standing out against your skin and, for some reason, seeing that made you feel prettier, thrusting your chest in Yoongi’s face to get more into his mouth, spreading your legs wide to give Jungkook more access.

Only a brief moment of, I should know better, I shouldn’t be doing this, and then Yoongi’s eyes were on you, tongue flicking your red nipple.

Let go.

Was this even fair to them? Could you satisfy both? Could you and should you? But Yoongi’s eyes were telling you to let go, to chase the feeling, to give in, and hunt the desperation and the want. They wanted you. There was nothing like this and there will never be anything like this again.

“Give it to me,” Yoongi growled.

You whined sharply as you felt two more fingers push into you, but not Jungkook’s fingers, Yoongi’s fingers, his thumb joining Jungkook’s on your clit and your eyes rolled back, so wet and aroused from knowing both Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s fingers were thrusting into you, four in total, your pussy sucking them in, back arching as Yoongi sucked on your nipple. So much pleasure, rapidly ascending higher and higher, so fucking full and tight that their fingers were making sloppy smacking sounds, matching rhythm so they filled you completely together, all at once.

You couldn’t stop your hips from meeting them, fingers spreading out in Jungkook’s hair and the sheets as you came hard, gasping their names, euphoria soaring through your nerves, and still they didn’t stop even though your pussy was violently spasming, creating a messy splatter of your juices on the inside of your thighs and their hands. Instead, the pace changed, Yoongi switching sides on your chest, and then you really couldn’t think, because Jungkook was lowering his head too, and now both of your nipples were getting abused, Jungkook’s arm firmly under your upper back to hold you up, not letting you fall.

“Yoongi, Jungkook… p-please, oh fuck!”

Your other hand flew up and buried in Yoongi’s dark locks, both hands in their hair now, one blue, one black, another orgasm crashing down, moan torn from your chest. And they kept going, changing the pace again, your toes and fingers curling, every muscle tense with irresistible, consuming ecstasy that you almost felt a little numb, unable to compute anything else but your body scantily covered in lace, two mouths sucking on your nipples, four fingers stuffed into you, clit engorged and sending violent shocks throughout your system. You couldn’t even discern one orgasm from another, pussy continuously throbbing and convulsing with the continuous, chained orgasms, so wet that it was soaking the tops of your stockings, the sweet honey of your cum the predominant scent in the room.

“I… I-I can’t take a-anymore, please…”

Your legs threatened to close but Yoongi snapped his head up, snarling your name dangerously.

“One more,” he ordered. “Give us one more.”

“Your pussy feels so good,” Jungkook panted, saliva dripping down your chest. “I love it so fucking much, even when it’s around my fingers.”

You were trying to hold back, trying to control it, tensing everything, your core, your legs, your arms, and you didn’t even realize it, but you held your breath too, biting your lip and seeing Yoongi and Jungkook at the same time, both watching you, fingers punishingly squelching into your tight little hole, stretching it out unforgivingly, abused clit pulsating so hard it almost hurt, and it was exactly what you wanted, brimming, boiling pleasure that threatened you on the brink, closer, closer, closer, and the world was almost hazy with how ferociously you had constricted the coil.

“Fuck!”

You threw your head back, back abruptly arching and smacking them in the face with your tits as everything came plummeting down, resolve cracking with a wanton howl, orgasm racking through your entire frame so hard that your body lurched and flinched, Yoongi and Jungkook cradling you while you rode your high, grinding your hips into their hands and carnally moaning, liquid gushing out and dripping down your legs, your ass, down Jungkook’s sweatpants and onto the bed.

It was such an intense orgasm that you were lightheaded, hands slipping out of their hair and falling down, drained, aftershocks causing your body to shudder, even as they removed their fingers. Your clit was still throbbing, pumps of pleasure spreading through you.

It was obscene witnessing Yoongi and Jungkook cleaning their fingers off right in front of you, pink tongues sliding between the digits, licking off your viscous cum, giving you a perverse sense of satisfaction when Yoongi moaned softly and Jungkook groaned lowly, savoring your taste like a fine wine. Yoongi spied your exhausted, smug expression.

“Do you think you’re done?”

You gave him a weak smirk. “I better not be.”

“Sit in Jungkook’s lap,” Yoongi said calmly. “Face me.”

You tilted your head curiously but did as you were told, shifting your still quivering legs so your thighs were on the outside of Jungkook’s thighs, the balance a little difficult, but Yoongi took your hands and placed them around his hips. You held onto him as he lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“Jungkook, rip her panties off.”

Wait, what did Min Yoongi just s–?

Two strong hands dug out the lace trapped in your ass and fastened around the thin fabric.

Riiiiiiip!

“Yoongi!”

The shirt fluffed his black hair as he removed it, dropping it onto his chair. You glared at him as Yoongi looked down at you, expression blank, dark brown orbs full of mischief.

“You knew it was going to happen. If he wasn’t going to rip it, I was.” Yoongi placed his right hand on his left shoulder. His tone dropped, mockingly rueful. “You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself, right?”

Yeah, this was why you didn’t wear lingerie.

But, also, this was why you wore it today.

You felt Jungkook tugging off the now useless pair of panties, plucking them out from under your garter belt. Oh well. You liked the red more anyway. That’s why you had bought two sets, after all.

“Remind me to take all the bits before I go,” you grumbled.

“Sure, noona.” Jungkook dangled the said lacy bits next to your head. You narrowed your eyes and mouth into slits even though he couldn’t see. “I’ll put them in my pocket.” You felt him shove them into his sweatpants.

Were you… going to remember?

Yoongi beckoned you. You shot him a warning look, still annoyed, but Yoongi pointed down to your hands on his hips.

“Isn’t there something you want?” Yoongi mused in that raspy, dark tone, the one that made your irritation fade instantly and replace it with arousal. “Take it.”

He cocked his head, shading his dark eyes with his hair, pink lips parting, the slightest hint of a smirk. Challenging you. Go on. Show me how much you want me. Your body still buzzed with the aftermath of moments before and yet you still lowered your head, sliding your hips back, sucking in a breath as your puffy pussy lips touched Jungkook’s toned chest, smearing yourself on his skin.

“Ooh, I like this,” Jungkook murmured, leaning back a little to give you space. You rocked your hips into his torso, his muscles flexing under you opening, inflamed clit brushing against his hardness. You pushed Yoongi’s pants and underwear down, dipping your head, hearing Yoongi breathe your name lustfully.

“That’s a pretty picture.”

He was only semi-hard, but he was getting harder and harder, watching you grind against Jungkook’s pecs. You knew exactly how to get him the hardest, dipping down and latching your mouth around one of his balls.

“Fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped, his hand coming up and fitting behind your head. You sucked it into your mouth and then extended your tongue, bouncing the other with your wet muscle while sucking the first one. The first time you did this, Yoongi was literally speechless, sputtering and confused at how you could stimulate both at once and in two different ways, sucking with your lips as your tongue flicked against the other, slurping slightly to add vibration over the sensitive skin. You felt his cock swell, smacking your cheek, fully hard at the combined sensations.

“I still don’t know how you do that,” Yoongi gritted out, keeping your hair away from your face.

“Do what?” Jungkook asked behind you, one hand on your ass and squeezing it.

“She can suck one of your balls and lick the other at the same time.”

“What?!”

You yelped at the sharp sting of Jungkook’s slap to your ass.

“How come you never did that for me?” Jungkook complained, whining a little.

You tried to lift your head, but Yoongi’s hand refused to move. You make a muffled noise of distaste, but Yoongi answered for you as you switched sides.

“Have you asked?” Yoongi replied calmly, sighing in satisfaction.

“How am I supposed to know she has porn star skills?”

“Is this a discussion for right now?” you mumbled into Yoongi’s balls.

“No, because you’re supposed to be swallowing.”

“Wha–”

The second your mouth opened, Yoongi nudged his cock between your lips and you wrapped them around it, moaning as his stiff length slid down your throat, so satisfying, his taste on your tongue, so delicious that you didn’t even want to complain, you only wanted to bob your head up and down, hands on his hips. Yoongi chuckled above you, guiding your head with his right hand, left loosely by his side. You slid your lower body up and down Jungkook’s chest, your increased slickness adding more stimulation.

“Fuck, that’s so damn hot,” you heard Jungkook groan. There was a rustle of fabric and then skin on skin, his muscular arm brushing against your stocking clad thigh with every stroke.

If only you could take a picture and could see how sexy you were, blowing Yoongi with his hand behind your head, tucking the head of his cock into your throat a little deeper every time you descended, your pussy sliding up and down Jungkook’s chest, and Jungkook furiously jacking himself off while watching you suck his hyung off, feeling your slippery clit throb against his skin.

Good thing the door was locked, because of any other member walked in on this, it might have become a damn foursome.

“Close,” Yoongi panted, fingers digging into your scalp. “You want it like this?”

You hummed approvingly in your chest, increasing your pace and fucking Jungkook’s torso harder, nearing your end too, Jungkook moaning louder and pumping himself harder. So many indecent sounds, skin on skin, mouth on skin, hand on skin, moaning, crying out around Yoongi’s cock, his saliva-covered balls smacking you in the chin, you ass slapping down on Jungkook’s chest.

Hot, wet, positively sinful.

The chain reaction started with Jungkook. He came suddenly, choking on your name, shooting up your chest, warm stickiness splattering onto your skin and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning as you came all over his chest, slippery and sweet, drenching his skin, throat muscles tightening, Yoongi whimpering your name, a rare moment of lost control as he thrust his hips into your lips, coating your throat with thick hot strings, forcing you to swallow fast, the pressure satisfying and overwhelming, gulping it all down eagerly.

You did ask to be ruined.

Just… a little more.

Your eyes were still closed, lazily licking Yoongi’s twitching length. He was panting above you, gently stroking your hair, words so soft that they were almost inaudible.

“I love you…”

You went all the way down and Yoongi groaned, your tongue flicking the top of his balls, rapid, swift laps that made his cock swell again, bending against the roof of your mouth. Yoongi chuckled, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Still want more?”

You backed up, panting hard, Jungkook’s cum clinging to your chest and lingerie, hair a mess from Yoongi’s hand.

“Want your cock in my pussy,” you demanded hoarsely. “Want you to fuck me, Yoongi.”

He pretended to think about it. “Hmm, I don’t know…”

You got off Jungkook’s lap, snaking around the younger man’s body, crawling onto the bed, eyes on Yoongi, his intense gaze following you, enticed by your movement. On all fours, hips in the air, dropping your chest down a little, the curve of your back accentuating the roundness of your bare ass. Still in your garter belt and stockings, your bra half-off, the lowered cups pushing your breasts together invitingly. Jungkook turned his head, pink lips parting as your fingers fanned out over the sheets, one eyebrow arching gracefully.

“Jungkook in front. Yoongi behind.”

“Do… Do you want a towel or something, noona?” Jungkook asked, blinking rapidly at your assertiveness.

“I want to get fucked and I want to get fucked now, so get over here.”

“Bed’s going to be a mess,” Yoongi remarked, moving quickly, shedding his pants and going for the nightstand, taking out a condom.

“We can sleep in Jungkook’s room,” was your dry reply, yanking Jungkook’s hips towards you after he removed his sweatpants.

“Wha– ack!”

You spread his legs out in front of you, eyes roaming over his naked body, admiring it all, his legs, his abs, his pecs, covered in your drying juices, his adorable surprised face, navy curls around his chiseled cheeks, chocolate eyes round and awed at your prowess. Your hands were on his knees, breasts hanging down, breathing hard, adrenaline humming in your veins.

“You are so fucking pretty it’s unreal,” Jungkook breathed.

You grinned.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck my face.”

Jungkook grinned back at you.

You dove down, tits bouncing before becoming squashed against the bed, Jungkook’s drying cum flaking off as you wrapped your lips around one of his balls, moaning as you felt Yoongi’s hands firmly grip your hips.

“You have to help me a little,” Yoongi murmured.

“I will, hyung.”

“I mean her too,” the older man chuckled, smacking your ass playfully. Your tongue flitted out, slurping at Jungkook’s other ball from the side of your mouth as you sucked the first one, wiggling your ass at Yoongi to indicate that you heard him. Jungkook yelped, hands slamming down onto the pillows and clutching them, moaning out your name.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, holy shit…” His head hit the headboard lightly, speaking to the ceiling and maybe even the higher power himself. “H-How...? Why does it feel s-so good…?”

You felt Yoongi slide in, so easy because of all those back-to-back orgasms, and yet he still hissed at your tightness, muscles holding him firmly. You could cry with how good it felt, Yoongi finally fully inside you once again, filling you up just the way you liked, knowing how to hit your deepest spot right away, skillful and wonderful. You licked up Jungkook’s now hard length, moaning deeply as you slapped your hips back into Yoongi’s crotch. Yoongi moaned to match yours, enraptured by the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he hissed, nails digging into your ass. “Missed you so fucking much, my love.”

“I’ll do the moving, love,” you gasped back, squeezing Yoongi’s cock inside you. You reached for Jungkook’s right hand and grabbed it, planting it on your head. “Fuck my face, Jungkook. Please. Don’t hold back until you cum.”

Jungkook bit his lip, exhaling your name. “I think I love you.”

“And I definitely love you, so please give it to me.”

You closed your lips around him and sank down, looking up at him and his sweaty dark blue hair, his blown-out pupils, his outstretched tattooed arm, so fucking hot, fuck yes you loved him, him and his body and his work ethic and his sweetness and his firmness as he obeyed your command, thrusting into your mouth from below, filling your throat with the thick head.

Perfect.

You rocked your hips back to Jungkook’s rhythm, matching him, slow at first, but gradually faster, rougher, planting your hands on the bed for balance, completely focused on clenching your core and your mouth to fit the two cocks, giving them the maximum amount of pleasure that you could offer, suffocating them with tightness. It if was obscene before, it was ten times obscener now, Yoongi’s hand on your hip, barely having to move as you smacked your ass into him, Jungkook lurching you forward with his force, clenching his jaw as he chased his release, the bed screaming for help and none of you listening.

“You’re so fucking sexy, fuck, you always make me feel so good, can’t help but want you, need you, miss you so fucking much,” Jungkook gritted out, fingers curling in your hair, desperately and viscerally whimpering out your name as you tipped your head to change the angle, the sensitive head dragging against the roof of your mouth as he buried himself in your throat. “You’re so good to me, such a soft and tight mouth, fuck.”

You arched your back a little more, Yoongi hitting you deeper, hearing him suck in a tight breath at your movement.

“Tighter,” Yoongi growled. “I’m close, come on, give it to me.”

And then he smacked your ass with his open palm, making you moan around Jungkook’s thick cock, pussy clenching around Yoongi’s entire length, and then again, smack! Control slipping with every hit, falling into Jungkook’s pace, the sheer force of his hips pushing you down on Yoongi’s cock over and over, now only focused on hollowing out your cheeks and gripping Yoongi’s cock, the sudden twitching indicating that Yoongi was close, so close, holding out a little so he could watch you longer, torturing you just the way you liked, but he couldn’t hold out for long because you didn’t let him, walls pulsating around him brutally as you came, stuffed so full that you couldn’t think. Yoongi groaned your name, gripping your ass with both hands and digging his nails in your softness, cock jolting as he came in thick pumps, filling up the condom and swelling it against your walls.

It took Jungkook a little longer, but not that much longer, your mouth still locked tight and he hissed out your name, whimpering as he came down your throat, filling it with cum once again, so fast that you had to swallow hastily to breathe, and yet there was more, thick salty dribbles that made you moan, so delicious that you leaned into it, sucking Jungkook dry.

“A-ah, n-noona…”

Your body ached, flinching from oversensitivity, your mind swimming with pleasure. Had it ever felt this good before? You slid off Jungkook’s cock, falling against his thigh and using it like a pillow, chest heaving, sticky all over, lips overused, pussy throbbing, barely realizing that Yoongi had pulled out, far too spent to see straight.

“Fuck, I love you two…”

Yoongi’s face suddenly appeared, smug expression above you. He had crawled over your body, ruffled black hair hanging down, dark cat eyes gleaming.

“Romantic.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Mmm.”

He leaned down and kissed you, smiling against your lips, mouthing his love to you, forming each word against your skin slowly so you knew. You smiled back, showering him with light pecks, mouthing the words back to him. Yoongi purred and lifted himself up, taking you with him.

“I can’t move,” you complained, using your arms to push yourself up to avoid straining Yoongi’s shoulders. He chuckled, not the least bit fooled by your whines. He pushed you into Jungkook’s hard chest, covered in sweat and cum, and sandwiched you between them, your face right beside Jungkook’s, cheek to cheek. You could feel the heat in his face, his hair sticking to it.

“Noona?”

“Hm?”

Everything was far too messy for this cuddle session, but that could wait.

“Is it okay if I love you?” Jungkook mumbled, burying his nose in your hair.

“Mhm,” Yoongi responded, sounding sleepy.

You brushed Jungkook’s hair away from his face. “I would very much like that.”

“Everything is dirty,” Yoongi grumbled.

“You are a main contributor,” you said cheerfully.

Yoongi grunted, leaning against you, squashing you a little harder against Jungkook. Nothing to complain about. You were enjoying every second of this.

“Jungkookie?”

“Hm, noona?”

You reached up and ran a hand through his dark cerulean hair. Jungkook hummed appreciatively, closing his eyes at your touch.

“You know this shade is Cookie Monster blue, right?”

“… Hah?”

“Does that make you Ggukkie Monster?”

Yoongi burst out laughing, raspy and full, a rare moment of Min Yoongi absolutely losing his shit.

part v "Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 6}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelb’s blogs! >> @snelbz

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The week had passed by in a blur and by the time Saturday came, all Nesta wanted to do was sleep in.

But she couldn’t.

Sleeping in wasn’t possible anymore.

Her alarm had been set for seven, but she woke up with the sun peeking through her curtains at 6:45. She looked at the baby monitor on the nightstand. Nyx was still sound asleep in his crib.

With a groan, she covered her head with her pillow and tried to shut out the light, but it was no use.

She was wide awake.

May as well enjoy a cup of coffee before Nyx wakes up. Nesta tossed her legs over the side of the bed and tossed her robe over her pajama shorts and tank top. After pulling her long, golden-brown hair back, she was tiptoeing through the hall and down the stairs.

Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear noise coming from the kitchen.

The sizzling of bacon being dropped into a skillet.

She had expected it to be Cassian, of course, but what she wasn’t expecting was what he was wearing.

Or, she supposed, what he wasn’t wearing.

She wasn’t sure if she should go back upstairs, to give him privacy. But he was the one who had chosen to come downstairs like this, in one of the common areas of the house, so Nesta went ahead and walked into the kitchen. She aimed straight for the coffee pot, grateful to see a fresh pot already in the carafe. “Good morning.”

He turned towards her, that broad, muscular chest on full display, thanks to the white towel wrapped around his hips being the only thing he had on. “Morning, Nes. Hope you want breakfast.”

She continued to make her coffee, which was usually easy, considering it was one spoonful of sugar in black coffee, but she was having a distinctly hard time focusing on what she was doing.

She had seen Cassian without a shirt in before, at the few times they’d both been over to swim in Feyre and Rhysand’s pool, but there was something distinctly different about seeing him wearing a pair of swimming trunks and that towel. That towel that was sitting so low on his hips, she knew there could be nothing underneath it.

He didn’t even seem to notice, didn’t even seem to think about her reaction to him standing nearly nude in the kitchen, making breakfast. His hair was still wet, although the ends seemed to be drying.

She wondered if this is what he looked like in a towel, what he would look like in the shower.

She quickly shook the thought away, even though it couldn’t help but linger in the back of her mind.

“I’ve got eggs, bacon, and toast,” he said, his back to her. She watched his muscles expand as he moved pans around and turned off the burners. “Simple, but it’ll fill you up. We’ll need all the energy we can this morning.”

Nesta cleared her throat and gave him a nod as he turned to face her. It was true, and Nesta was unexcited about it. The two of them would spend their day trying to find a part-time nanny for Nyx for the days that the two of them were both at work at the same time.

They’d had plenty of applicants, some of whom seemed promising.

Nesta had her fingers crossed.

A plate was set down in front of Nesta, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at it. There was a smiley face made out of a bacon mouth and egg-eyes. Another plate was set in the middle of the table, piled high with toast and jam.

“What am I, two?” she asked, gesturing to the breakfast face in front of her.

Cassian chuckled. His plate was piled high with bacon and eggs. No room for faces. He sat across from her and leaned on the table with his elbows. “A little smiley face never hurt anybody.”

She said nothing, just picked up her fork and cut into the eggs. She hadn’t even told him she liked her eggs over-medium, but she was glad she did as the semi-runny yolk spilled out onto her plate. Nesta thought about starting something about it, about asking about food preferences before he assumed something, but it was too early and she hadn’t gotten to enjoy nearly enough of her cup of coffee. It was too early to fight. So instead she picked up a crispy piece of bacon and used it to pick up some of the egg, before popping it into her mouth.

Her eyes slipped closed and she tried not to moan.

How could a simple breakfast taste so damn good?

When she opened her eyes again, she assumed she hadn’t been completely successful in stopping her appreciative noises, because he was smirking at her as he brought his own coffee to his lips.

“Told you I make a mean breakfast,” he said, reaching for a piece of toast and slathering it in blackberry jam.

Clearing her throat, she ignored him and continued eating until her plate was completely empty. Just as she was about to get up to rinse it off, he stood, adjusting that damn towel to fit more snuggly around his hips, and picked up both of their plates. She tried her best not to watch the muscles shift in his back as he rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. Tried her best, but found herself staring as she sipped from her coffee cup, but snapped herself out of it and got up as well, making Nyx a bottle for when he woke up.

As she shook the formula up, she asked, “Will you be putting clothes on before the applicants get here, or should I warn them this is going to be a clothes-optional interview?”

He glanced at her over a shoulder, as he began to clean the pan he’d cooked the bacon and eggs in, but turned right back to the sink. “Does my nakedness bother you, Nes?”

Damn him, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No,” she snapped. “And stop calling me that.”

“So, you like me in a towel, then?” he went on, turning the sink off as he put the final plate in the drain rack.

“You’re exhausting, you know that?” she asked, turning to face him full on.

He turned to her then, one brow raised as he ran a hand through his nearly-dried hair. “I’m just saying, if it bothers you, I’ll be sure to dress before I come down to slave away for you over the stove. But, if it doesn’t bother you, I have to admit that I like to completely dry before I put on clothes.”

No, it didn’t bother her.

No, she didn’t mind having her breakfast with a view.

No, she wouldn’t mind reaching out and feeling just how hard and defined his abs really were.

No, she would never admit to that.

Instead, she raised her chin and said, “I should wake Nyx up so he’s ready before the first applicant arrives.”

“So formal,” he grinned. “And here I thought we were having a nice, pleasant morning.”

A soft cry came from upstairs and she was immediately in motion, all thoughts of those abs and whether or not water from his shower would well in the defined divots of them gone. Snatching up the bottle she’d set on the counter, she turned and headed for the living room and the stairs beyond. “Put some clothes on,” was all

she called back to him as she hurried for Nyx’s nursery.

Nesta shut the front door, falling back against the wood, listening as the final interview made her way down the cobblestone walkway.

She sighed and made her way into the kitchen. She needed a glass of wine.

A bottle of wine was more like it, but a glass would do for now.

She found Cassian already standing behind a chair at the kitchen table, the resumes of each applicant spread out before him. “So,” she said, reaching into the fridge for the bottle of chilled, white wine. “What did you think?”

He blew out an equally exhausted breath, before shaking his head. “There was…a lot of variety.”

He was right. There was a woman who had to be in her seventies, who had brought an entire notebook of lesson plans, with her goal to have the one-year-old fluent in French before his third birthday. Then there was the thirteen-year-old who had lied about her age on the application, but promised she could ride her bike the mile and a half from her house every day they needed her. Just not until after three on school days.

“Too much variety,” she agreed. “That last woman was so boring she literally put Nyx to sleep.”

It was true. Nyx was currently sound asleep in the middle of his playmat in the living room, surrounded by his toys.

“I didn’t mind the retired librarian,” Nesta said, filling her wine glass to the brim.

Cassian scrunched his nose. “She smelled weird.”

Nesta scoffed. “I don’t think Nyx will be minding her smell. She was smart and was obviously good with him.”

“So was Viviane,” Cassian said, picking up an application off the table.

Nesta blinked. “Viviane?”

“Yeah, Viviane,” he said, showing her the application. “Smart. Bachelors in early childhood education. Lives three miles down the road.”

“Young, blonde, hot,” Nesta added, taking a drink.

Cassian raised an eyebrow. “So you do remember her.”

“I remember that she didn’t have near enough experience and she only listed one reference,” Nesta replied, taking the application and resume from him. She looked it over again. “She can’t be more than twenty-two years old.”

“What does her age have to do with it?” He asked, leaning down on the chair and looking at her. “She’s got good qualifications and Nyx loved her. She was one of the few he actually laughed and wanted to play with.”

It was true, he’d been extremely uncomfortable around most of the applicants. He cried the second a couple of them looked at him and had even spit up on one of them. But he had giggled with Viviane and genuinely seemed to like her.

“She hasn’t worked at a legit daycare or anything, but she’s been a one-on-one nanny before,” Cassian pointed out, as Nesta was reading the same thing on her copy of the resume. “And she said she could get us the numbers of her previous families. She just didn’t want to give them out without asking permission.” He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “Sounds like she’d respect our privacy, too. But go ahead, keep thinking of reasons she’s not a good candidate.”

Aside from her perky tits and ass, I can’t think of any. The words almost came from her lips, but Nesta ground her teeth.

“We have to agree on someone, and Viviane can start immediately,” Cassian continued.

Nesta stared at him for a moment.

He stared back, watching as she sipped from her glass. “I swear to the Mother, Cassian, if you fuck the nanny-.”

Cassian barked an unamused laugh. “You think I have absolutely no self control, don’t you?”

“I think you’re basing this choice off of what you want, not what Nyx needs,” she said, not breaking their eye contact.

“She may be hot, but fucking her would be a lot more trouble than it’s worth,” he admitted. “And Nyx is half Rhys. Don’t forget that. He liked to appreciate pretty things just as much as I do, and I’m sure Nyx will, too.”

Scoffing, Nesta set her glass down and went into the living room to get Nyx. “He’s a baby, not a grown man, with raging hormones. You’re disgusting.” She picked him up, still fast asleep from hearing about the nuances of the differences in a sitter and nanny from the old crone they’d spoken with last. “Call Viviane, let her know she starts tomorrow at eight.”

Cassian met her on the stairs. “I don’t work tomorrow, I can watch him.”

Nesta shrugged, but continued up, carrying a drooling Nyx to his nursery. She hadn’t noticed how close to his nap time it had gotten. “Think of it as an exercise in self-control then, and a test run. See how she does with Nyx and see if you can keep your dick to yourself.”

“I’ve kept it from you pretty easily, haven’t I?”

Nesta refrained from responding as she carried Nyx into the nursery and laid him down, cracking the door open behind her as she left. Walking back downstairs, she retrieved her wine, purposefully ignoring him, though she felt his eyes on her the whole time. She wouldn’t answer his question, was doing her best not to think about it, especially compounded with memories of him this morning.

She had no idea the muscles leading down by the hips could really be so defined. She thought the illustrious V that dragged your eye downwards on most male models was photoshopped in. Cassian, though, very much proved it not only existed, but that it was as distracting as she’d imagined it could be.

“I’m taking a bath,” she announced, heading back for the stairs. “Let Viviane know she got the job, but she can start whenever you want. If you’ll be off tomorrow, we don’t need to pay her to be here.”

She didn’t wait for his reply, and was in her room with the door shut a few seconds later. She took her time filling the bathtub with the things she found under the counter. There were oils and salts and bubbles and soaps, and by the time Nesta settled into the bubbly, warm water, the entire bathroom smelled like a spa. She sipped her wine, refusing to let her mind wander back to Cassian that morning, but by the time her glass was empty, her head was swimming and the water had begun to go cold.

She got out of the tub, watching as the water swirled down the drain and began toweling off.

And then, she had an idea, to give Cassian a taste of his own medicine.

She grabbed a clean, fluffy, white towel and wrapped it around her chest. And then she headed down to the kitchen for a refill.

Cassian was lying on the couch, one arm tossed behind his head, the other using the remote to flip through the stations on the TV.

He caught Nesta the moment her feet appeared at the top of the stairs.

Nesta’s heartbeat a little bit faster with every step she took.

“This is a new look for you,” Cassian said, simply, even though his voice had lowered an octave since the last conversation they had. “Especially considering you took the master bedroom so that you had your own private bathroom to avoid such run-ins with me.”

Nesta tossed her long, wet hair over her shoulder. “I figured it was okay since you’ve made it perfectly clear that you have no desire to crawl into bed with me. I deemed it safe territory.”

The glass still dangled between her fingers and she heard the couch creak as she turned the corner into the kitchen. She may have grabbed a towel that wasn’t quite as wide as the rest of them, one that didn’t quite come as far down her thighs. But if he wanted to prance around in nothing but his skin, she could do the same.

They were both adults. She had no interest in sleeping with him - so she told herself, at least - and he’d said he had no interest in her.

She poured what was left of the bottle in her glass and threw it into the trash with a clunk. She hadn’t realized she had so little left, but was fairly sure another bottle was in the wine cabinet.

Which was in the living room.

When she re-entered the living room, the volume on the TV was nearly silent and Cassian was sitting up, rather than laying down. One arm was draped across the back of the couch and the other still clutched the remote.

She could feel his eyes on her and she took another drink before reaching around the back of the cabinet for the key and unlocking it.

Not only did she grab another bottle of her favorite wine, but also a good bottle of whiskey, too.

“Planning on getting wasted?” He asked, quietly.

“Just stocking up,” she replied, locking the cabinet behind her. “Care for a glass?”

Cassian looked around the room, as if she would be talking to anyone else other than her. “Sure.”

“Whiskey, I assume?” she asked, going back into the kitchen for another glass.

The television was a little bit louder when she returned, but not by much.

She sat on the opposite end of the couch, and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of them. After retrieving the glass bottles, she poured.

Cassian remained perfectly quiet as she did so.

“Is this a truce?” he asked, as Nesta held the glass out toward him.

“This is a celebratory drink to commemorate finding a nanny today,” Nesta said, although her voice held no warmth. “No matter how young and inexperienced and doomed-to-fail she is.”

She held up her wine glass.

Cassian snorted as he clinked his glass against hers.

She wasn’t paying any attention to whatever he had playing on the TV, and she had a feeling he didn’t either, not as she could feel his stare burning into her. Enough so that she crossed her legs, unintentionally causing the towel to raise even higher attention on the outside of her thigh. It almost exposed her entire hip, which she wasn’t anticipating, but she had made the decision to come down here, to tease him by showing him what he had done to her. She wouldn’t let him see how much his gaze was affecting her.

Even if it was just the wine.

Or so she told herself.

She was just about to stand, to make some excuse for going upstairs when he set his glass down on the coffee table and cleared his throat.

“New house rule. Clothes are required in the common areas. Kitchen, living room, dining room,” he said, ticking them off one by one. “Bedrooms and bathrooms are the only places where this is allowed.”

He gestured towards her, without looking, to make sure his point was understood.

“Why?” She asked innocently, and then she threw his own words back into his face. “Does my nakedness bother you, Cass?”

“Quite the opposite,” he admitted, adjusting himself.

Nesta pretended she didn’t notice.

“I thought you had no issue keeping yourself in check with me,” Nesta said, her voice low. “I thought you weren’t some untamed male with raging hormones.”

“I’m not,” he said, reaching to refill his glass. “At least, not until a beautiful woman is sitting a foot away from me, soaked, in a towel, pouring me whiskey.”

“I’m not soaked,” she said, without thinking it through. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

When Cassian looked at her, he grinned, but his eyes were dark. “I meant your hair.”

Nesta knew her plan had immediately backfired, either that or she’d had far too much to drink, so she simply nodded and stood heading back for the staircase.

“Nes?”

She turned back to look at him, halfway up the staircase.

He was smirking, that glass of whiskey resting on the arm of the couch. “If you ever do find yourself soaked, you know where to find me.”

She was up the stairs and slamming her door in a flash, trying to ignore his quiet laughter.

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obeymepreferences · 3 years

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Obey me boys when you flinch

*disclaimer they don’t hit you, you just get scared they willl when your in a fight*

Lucifer

- you two were in a argument about how he have time to hang out with you

-it started getting pretty heated and his voice was raising quickly

-his hair fell into his face and as he went to brush it out of his face you flinch and cowered back a little bit covering your face

- his face has never changed so fast from anger to disappointment not to you but himself

-he was supposed to protect you and he scared you instead it broke his heart

-“mc i hope you understand i would never in a million years hurt you and i don’t know why i was yelling at you you were just concerned for me”

-hugs you for at least 30 minutes and cuddles with you and took the next day off to hang out with you

Mammon

-you get into a fight about him always spending his money on useless things and putting himself in more debt

-you have never seen him this angry as he tells you things such as “you don’t understand me you wouldn’t even care”

-you didn’t see it but there was dust in the air and as mammon raised his hand to swipe it away you flinch back to hard you ended up loading your balance and falling on the floor

-“OMG MC IM SO SORRY WHAT HAVE I DONE” he starts sobbing thinking your going to leave him

-he picks you up bridal style and cuddles you to his chest acting like your a newborn baby swinging you back and fourth

-“please don’t leave i’m so sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry you don’t deserve this i’m the worst boyfriend ever” he says his voice breaking and still sobbing

- is confused when you start to hug him and snuggle up to him he thought you would hate him

-you help him know that your ok and you just got spooked

-won’t stop cuddling you and buying you flowers

Leviathan

-the fight started about his games and him playing 24/7

-at one point he switched into his demon form scaring you more

-he talks with his hand when he’s mad and went to explain something and it went near your face

-you flinched back curling up into a almost ball with your face covered

-his face dropped and he turned back into his normal form and ran into his bathroom locking the door

-you sit outside the door waiting for him to come out and you hear him crying and stuff being thrown around

-after a good 2 hours he opens the door and sees you asleep at the door with a paper next to you he picks it up and sees a apology

-he started balling saying you shouldn’t apologize and he is a dumb otaku and how he shouldn’t even be able to see you

-you hug him and sit in his lap shushing him and playing with his hair as you try and calm him down

Satan

-you and him were outside petting stray cats and as you stood up you accidentally tripped on one and fell putting yourself in a painful position to avoid hurting the cat

-you hear satan gasp very loudly you thought he was gonna help you he picked up the cat asking if it’s ok

-looks at you like he wants to actually murder you and he puts the cat down ask yells “YOU COULD HAVE HURT HER BE MORE CAREFUL MC”

-he backed you up against a wall very close to your face and a cat was brushing against his leg as he went to pet it his hand went fast and it scared you to where you flinched and tried to make yourself look small

-Satan looks at with the most painful look his eyes are watery and he raises his hand up to you check holding your face

-“i’m so sorry sweetheart i would never hurt you, i would sacrifice my own life before any one even comes near you, for now on i will not yell at you if it means i scare you.” he whispers

-he kisses you passionately and picks you up and caries you back to the house and cuddles with you all day

Asmo

-you accidentally knocked over his favorite perfume and he was livid

-“MC WHY WOULD YOU BE SO INCONSIDERATE” he yells in your face as you flinch at that but he didn’t notice

-Your eyes are teary after he changes into his demon form and was getting closer and asmo also talked with his hands and was flailing his hands around one almost hitting your say as you cower back and cover your face and say “ok i’m sorry i’m sorry i will get you a new one please don’t hit me”

-his heart shattered he starts crying without saying anything and whispered “no no no no nononono i would never omg no” he falls on his knees sobbing in his hands

-you go to hug him but she shoves you away “no don’t i’m gonna hurt you” you ignore his request and throw your arms around him pulling him in your lap petting his head

-he falls asleep in your lap abs when he woke up he gave a sincere apology and treated you to a self care night

Beel

-it all started when he thought you ate his food and was lashes out at everyone and the person who ate it was mammon but he wasn’t home to when everyone said it wasn’t them he immediately thought it was you with mammon in his mind

-he starts yelling at you and we all know how scary beel can be when we want to and he’s pretty tall so he was standing over you looking very mad and slipped into his demon form

-he noticed what he did wrong and his voice calmed down and you had your eyes closed shut so you didn’t see his hurt expression for yelling at you

-he reaches for your face and at that moments you open your eyes not seeing his face clearly but his hand coming towards your check and you sink down on the wall falling down and putting your head between your knees and he looks at you

-your scared of him, his sweetie is scared of him he steps back almost as if he was scared of himself at that very moments looking at your figure

-“what have i done?” he whispered you end up hearing him and look up to see him looking at his hands like he’s a monster and tears start to fall

-you take his hands in your making him look at you and seeing you smile at him made him sad, sad that you were acting like what he did was okay, he hugs you and picks you up refusing to put you down and just hold you in his arms

-“i’m so sorry mc i should have made you scared i’m supposed to be someone you can trust and rely on to be there for you, i failed as a boyfriend i’m so sorry bub” he whispers but you don’t let him talk bad about him self and you hug him and reassure him that he is ok and didn’t do anything bad

-ya.....he still won’t put you down you are going with him everyone for the next few days

Belphie

-you woke up one night from a nightmare and you were crying making it remind you of a bad time, so you go to your boyfriends room to sleep in the same bed with him so you feel safe

-as you go into the room beel isn’t around probably eating so you go to get in bed with belphie and little did you know he didn’t sleep much that day and was mad when he felt someone trying to disrupt his sleep

-“what the actually fuck are you doing mc?” he said in a harsh voice making it sounds like he was spitting poison at you as you tell him you had a bad dream he scoffs at your response and says

-“ gosh humans are so weak i bet you can’t do anything without me you worthless excuse of a human, so sensitive, everyone has bad dreams get over it, you would be nothing without me i wish you ended up dying so i wouldn’t have to deal with your bullshit”

-he says all of this backing you up into a wall and he turns into his demon form as you are cowered in a corner of his room, he raises his hand to hit you but beel comes in and yells at him “BELPHIE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THEM” he pulls him off of you as you scurry out of the twins room and into the nearest bathroom

- beel talked to belphie and then finally belphie snaps out of his little tantrum and realizes what he said and starts crying in heels arms saying “i almost hurt them they don’t desevere me why are they even with me all i do is hurt them”

-beel gets him to go and talk to you and when belphie starts to talk to you and when he sees you he tries so hard not to hug you and hold you in his arms and forget everything that happened then he realized what he said about your dreams being pathetic and then flashbacks of his nightmares of lilith and falls on his knees in frount of you

-gives you a long apology as you try to hug him he moves back a little bit scared he is gonna hurt you and is scared of what he might do himself but after you coxing him you get to hug him he dosnt hug you back at first and is confused why you are hugging him and why you aren’t mad at him

-you say you love him and that even tho he had his moments you still love him the belphie you fell in love with and he cuddles up to you and caries you to his rooms and cuddles you like your gonna die if he lets go

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me preferences #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #angst

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addidrayk · 2 years

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INTE VANLIG POJKAR by AddiDrayk

Chapter 2 - Tomas Daryk

Tom woke up screaming and crying, a sure sign that he'd had a painful premonition. Lying in bed, he tried to catch his breath. He sat up, shook his head to clear the final aches of fear from his dream, and swiftly got out of bed. When he swiped his phone up from the bedside table and read the screen, he saw that the time was 5:30am and he had 2 missed calls and 3 text messages from Jake. He ignored them for now, his mind processing and analysing the events he had just experienced.

He knew what he had to do, and ignoring his lack of pants, he headed straight to his apartment's basement car park. Again. Kind of.

Once there, he went to the massive gas reservoir in a dark corner of the large underground structure and found the loose connection that would be the catalyst for his horrible vision. He sealed it with repairing and protection spells, as well as a disillusionment ward and strengthening charms to keep people away and bolster the building's foundations. He may have stopped the gas leak, but the earthquake was still gonna happen, so he thought it best to be thorough.

Tom was about to go back up to his unit when he saw him. It was the guy that he saw in his dream, the one he had noticed looking for a lighter or something to have a smoke. 'He must have been the one who ignited the gas' Tom thought, 'Fuck, poor bloke. He's fucking hot though!' That last bit he might have spoken aloud, as the beautiful dude was now walking determinedly in Tom's direction.

Also, he was quite spectacularly shirtless.

Lightly muscled chest, with a smooth swimmer's build and we'll defined abs, the dude, let's call him Hot Guy, was close enough now that Tom could see his pyjama pants were also hanging quite low, barely constraining an impressive dick. Basically, he was fucking gorgeous. He had straight black hair that fell just below his neck which looked like it hadn't been brushed in a month, and steel grey eyes that seemed to peer directly into Tom's soul. He had lush, kissable lips and his golden tan almost glowed. Tom tried not to stare, but failed miserably. Luckily, Hot Guy spoke, giving Tom an excuse to look at the other boy without arousing suspicion.

"I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, or if you're even gonna know what I'm talking about, but I think I should thank you for saving my life just now. Or yesterday. I think. Nice spellwork by the way. I couldn't find the gas tank with a map, your wards are that good! Anyway, as I was saying, I had this strange dream last night where I died in an explosion, then I saw you and started following you, like, flying behind you kind of." Here, he paused and looked up, looking confused and adorable. "I woke up when you were taken to that house by those creepy guys, I think you exploded or something.. it all felt so real and, umm.. you don't know what I'm going on about, do you? I'll just, um," Hot Guy said, managing to fit his entire soliloquy into a breath and a half. He looked down at his bare feet, looking miserable.

Tom had only just processed what was said when the other boy started to walk away.

"WAIT! Umm, sorry, just wait a minute while I try make sense of all that.. You had the same dream as me? You saw me get arrested and everything?" Said Tom, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Well, more kidnapped than arrested, but yeah, I saw the whole thing. Was I seeing the future? Is all that going to happen now?" Hot Guy asked frantically. Tom was silent for a full minute before he replied, sounding a bit shaky.

"What we saw was a possible future, a situation likely to happen if certain variables exist or events occur. I've stopped the explosion from happening by fixing the gas line, so the events that occurred after or because of the blast can't happen the same way because the blast won't have happened."

"But why did I see it all too? I get that you had the vision so you're able to change it, but what does that have to do with me?" Tom was wondering the same thing, but had a theory about it already.

"Perhaps there's a reason why your knowing about my powers is important, or it's important for us to meet this way. Maybe you have a specific role to play in whatever this is. This is the first time my visions have been so been so extensive, I usually just see which roads to avoid when I'm driving, not an epic action movie.." Tom guessed, which was met with a soft giggle.

"Maybe the universe is trying to set us up, and thought I'd be turned on by your magic powers.." Hot Guy said, shyly watching his feet again and blushing slightly. "Because I kind of am, you know.. turned on by you that is.." he trailed off nervously. Tom had to take a moment to blink and register the words, before he broke into a blinding grin.

"Oh, well, umm, good then. I mean.. I'm attracted to you too.. and I think maybe I'm meant to protect you, or we're meant to protect each other, now that we know a bit about what to expect. So, I don't think we should stray very far from each other, at least until we're not in danger..." said Tom, gauging his companion's reaction.

"So, I've gotta make sure to keep you away from supernatural cops and creepy mansions, and you've gotta make sure I don't blow up any apartment buildings. Simple. By the way, if we're going to be each other's security detail, maybe we should know each other's names. I'm Sebastyn Black, call me Seb." Seb said, holding out his hand to shake.

Tom grasped it firmly, "Tomas Daryk, great to meet you," he replied with a wink. "Please call me Tom, Tomas makes me sound like that guy from Maze Runner."

Seb laughed and flung an arm over Tom's shoulder, pulling him in close to his warm, bare torso. Tom almost came in his pants, which just made Seb laugh harder. Tom's mild embarrassment did nothing to curb his growing erection, his full 8 inches forming an obvious tent in his tight briefs. His undies were pushed away by his hard dick, giving Seb a perfect view of Tom's arousal. He abruptly stopped laughing and lunged forward to capture Tom's lips in a savage kiss..

Tom moaned as Seb began kissing and licking down his neck, his dick throbbing in warning. He continued down over his nipples, sucking each one into his mouth and softly nibbling. Tom was loudly groaning his approval, his voice breaking as he was slowly devoured. Once Seb got to Tom's belly button, he started biting and licking, really getting into his task. He lowered himself further and gave the head of Tom's uncut dick a swift swipe with his tongue, collecting the precum that had gathered there. After a few more licks, Seb took Tom's knob into his mouth and sucked hard, making Tom's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"Oh fuck, yeah, that feels so good," Tom rasped, his breathing rapidly becoming strained. Seb reluctantly lifted his mouth off the delicious cock, his molten grey eyes almost fully dilated and his voice hoarse as he claims,

"Babe, this is just foreplay, we haven't even started yet" With that said, he swallowed all 8 inches of Tom's pulsing tumescence, fitting at least 3 inches down his throat. Tom screamed, his hips jerking of their own accord as he emptied himself into Seb's mouth. Sebastian started swallowing the offered cum greedily, most of it being pumped directly down his throat.

Seb nursed Tom's softening cock, making sure he didn't miss any cum in his clean up. Tom eventually recovered enough to notice Seb's still hard dick poking out from the top of his pants. It was at least 9 inches long, and was as thick as a beer can. Tom knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.,

"Take your pants off and lie on your back. I'm gonna take a test drive..." Seb obeyed immediately, lying completely naked in the middle of the bed within moments. Tom wasted no time getting as much of Seb into his mouth as possible, coating the impressive length with as much saliva as he could. Seb gasped when the last inch disappeared into Tom's mouth, seeing his lover's nose bump his pubes. When the massive dick was adequately lubricated Tom straddled Seb and took his position above his prize.

"Uh, Tom, are you sure you want to do this? It's 10 inches and no one's ever taken all of me before.. it's just, you could get hurt..." Tom answered these concerns by pressing down on the waiting cock, slowly engulfing the circumcised head. Both boys gasped as Tom was breached, the initial pain causing Tom to pause with just the tip inside. Slowly, the pain began to morph into pleasure, his tight passage adjusting to the intrusion, and Tom sank down another two inches before pausing again.

"Oh fuck babe, you're so tight! Fuck, I could cum just like this, feels so good.." Seb muttered, losing himself to the sensations.

"Hold on big boy. No way am I letting you cum until you're balls deep inside me. I think I'm ready to feel your whole dick now," Tom said as he pressed down onto Seb's remaining 7 inches in one move, Tom cried out as Seb's huge cock slammed into his prostate, flooding his body with euphoric pleasure. Tom had adopted a bruising tempo, rising and falling over and over, when Seb starts thrusting up to meet Tom on his down stroke. A minute or so of this pushes Tom over the edge, his cum erupting out of his dick without him even touching it. As Tom is shooting his last jet of sperm, Seb's orgasm hits and he frantically pounds into Tom as he unloads shot after shot into Tom. They stay in this position for 5 minutes, Seb still rock hard and buried in Tom. Eventually they were lucid enough to form words, Seb recovering first.

"Wow. That was amazing! I can't believe you took it all! I hope you've got the energy for another round, coz I'm still hard and balls deep in you, you're still hard and impaled on me, and if I don't fuck you again at least three more times I'll.. uhh",

But Tom never found out what Seb would do, because he was already trying to stick his tongue as far into the other boys mouth as possible. He established a punishing rhythm, driving Seb to the edge in just few minutes, his own orgasm bursting out as Seb began to pump more hot spunk into him, Seb's cock pressed hard against his prostate as Seb came. The pulsing cock against the small bundle of nerves sent innumerable spurts of cum to fly from Tom, his face going slack as he ejaculated heavily and chants Seb's name as he's drained.

8 hours, 14 orgasms, and 23 positions later, Seb finally starts to soften, falling out of Tom's well used hole. They were just drifting off to sleep when the ground shook.

Both boys were startled out of their daze.

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