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#i literally only heard this on the news and looked up saying 'it can't be it can't be evergreen' AND IT WAS
solsays · 5 months
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Lifers x Crane Wives
I saw someone comment on a life series TikTok or something to try and pair all of the lifers to a crane wives song, without repeating songs. so obviously I spent an hour doing it
Grian—Tongues & Teeth (self explanatory if you’ve EVER heard this song)
Scar—Steady, Steady (this whole song is about how their partner is walking out but they still want to be “wild and free” which is just SO Scar coded)
Tango—Ancient History (he keeps teaming up with Skizz and I feel like this song vibes with that, it also just feels very Tango)
Skizz—Icarus (this man always gives himself up for his teammates I swear, and he fuels them to keep going. It also says “oh brother, brother” which feels like Skizz talking to any of his teammates to me)
Impulse—Allies or Enemies (Impulse has been very iffy on a lot of his alliances throughout the seasons, especially in third life and with the amount of playing all sides that man has done this songs feels right)
Cleo—The Glacier House (this. this is literally just her leaving Fairy Fort. The song is talking to/about her from probably Lizzie’s perspective, but like the last line is 100% as if Cleo was speaking)
Bdubs—Unraveling (Bdubs relies so heavily on his teammates, and when he doesn’t have that stability *cough* Etho *cough* he just kinda doesn’t know what to do so this song fits)
Mumbo—Keep You Safe (this man is by no means an aggressive/reckless player [see: Joel or Martyn] and he feels like he’s just here for the vibes and honestly? Love that for him. This song is about fear not keeping you safe and watching your friends run high risks, which just is very accurate to how Mumbo plays this series. I also feel like he could fit Rockslide when he goes red cause he goes from standstill to “drop dead sprint” in terms of aggression)
Lizzie—Shallow River/New Colors (Lizzie is the only one I put as two because both of these songs are just so fitting. Shallow river—“wasted all for the title, wasted all for the crown” reminds me of Lizzie trying to kill Scott and ending up dying herself instead. I also feel like parts of it could be dead Lizzie talking to Joel, the only person who is really mourning her. New Colors—“don't tell me that I can't, I need this“ and “I give up my air, to breathe” also feel very accurate with how she is trying so hard and just keeps failing )
Jimmy—Canary in a Coal Mine (no further context needed, we all know Timmy)
Scott—Little Soldiers (this is very flower husbands, but also just feels like Scott looking back on the last seasons including Pearl, Jimmy, Martyn, all his reluctant exes. Also this man is the watchers’ like least favorite person ever and this gives that vibe)
Pearl—Ribs (i changed this from New Discovery because Ribs is entirely about somewhat angrily protecting and helping yourself because nobody else would, and it really strikes me as Pearl with the some things having been good (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss) and some being bad (divorce quartet))
BigB—Not the Ghost (this man is so incredibly odd, he just constantly feels like he is being haunted by the watchers and just going about his life, he is the human personification of gaslight and we love that for him)
Martyn—The Hand That Feeds (he HATES the watchers with every ounce of his being, and with Ren gone I think this guy’s only purpose is just to spite them)
Joel—Sleeping Giants (go listen to it. That’s all there is to it, it just feels very Joel-ish, this lad is absolutely fucking mental)
Ren—Once & for All (this song feels like war and being betrayed, and Ren has been betrayed so much so it just fits. I mean come on “my blood’s forever on your hands” tell me that isn’t 100% something Ren would say)
Gem—Show Your Fangs (Girlboss moment, we love Geminislay. This woman is not someone to be underestimated and this song very clearly says that so it’s very Gem in my head. She doesn’t have enough lore yet to make it angsty but ONE DAY)
Etho—Never Love An Anchor (I can’t explain it, this song just has Etho vibes. I mean “It’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest” just seems very him, I can’t really tell you why)
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a-hazbin-reader · 1 month
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Eeek I love your writing it makes me so 🫶🫶🫶 Can I make a request?
If you do angst to comfort, can you make reader waiting for Alastor to come back (they're married) for seven years? Reader's friends has been pushing them to have a new lover—introducing them to new demons or overlords that the reader might like, but the reader only loves one; which is Alastor. Until Vox made the news that he was back, for months, without looking for the reader. Which makes the reader think Alastor doesn't love them anymore and tries to not be in his attention whenever they meet and pretends to not know him. What will Alastor do? :3 Thank yous!!!
Oh man...that ANGST!!!
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
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TW: Reader is sad, Suggestive
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When Alastor first dissappears, you assume he's just busy and will be back by the end of the day
And then you wake up alone...so maybe he'll be back tomorrow. Tomorrow turns into a week, a week turns into a month...
He's just gone, suddenly ripped away from you without warning and you didn't even get a proper goodbye
So you search for him, you ask everyone if they've seen him or heard about his whereabouts
You even ask Vox if he managed to kill your husband, knowing the TV head wouldn't be able to resist bragging about it
Instead, he looks surprised and uncomfortable with your obvious distress, muttering something about keeping an eye out for you
Rosie is worried too and offers her help but turns up nothing, she does her best to keep an eye on you
You never give up on finding him, knowing that he's alive out there
After the first three years your friends start trying to get you to move on, setting you up with available bachelors
Valentino has offered to help you get over your husband multiple times because he's just such a good guy
You don't give any of them a chance, you had already found the one man you wanted to be with for eternity and married him
He's just not here at the moment
The pain in your heart is just as strong as when you first realized Alastor was missing, crying yourself to sleep nearly every night
The only time you get to see him now is in your dreams, clutching one of his jackets with his scent still on it
You just feel so abandoned...
After the sixth year, your friends try to get you to move or throw out some of Alastor's things but you can't bring yourself to do it
He's going to come back to you, you know it, so you keep your wedding ring on and still present yourself as a married woman
Rosie makes sure you take care of yourself on the days when your sadness swallows you whole
"Wipe away those tears now, have you eaten today? No? I have just the thing for you.."
Seven years go by and nothing has changed for you
You're sad and miserable, running errands when you suddenly pass by an electronics store, seeing Vox on the TV
That's nothing new to you, you almost turn away and keep walking until you hear Vox say something about Alastor
You're suddenly frozen, listening to Vox bitch about Alastor's multiple offenses during these last few months
He's been back...for months..? And hasn't come to see his wife?
You're blinking away hot tears, the air in your lungs going sour and your stomach doing flips
Did Alastor really abandon you like that? You need to go see the one person who you know has been digging into Alastor for as long as you have
Vox literally screams like a child when you're suddenly bursting into his office and grabbing him by his suit
"How long has my FUCKING HUSBAND BEEN BACK!? And why didn't you tell me, Vox!? WHY!?"
"FUCK! Who let you in here!?"
"VOX!" You're shaking him now, making his screen glitch out
"A-at least a couple of months for sure! He's doing something with Lucifer's daughter and a hotel or some shit! I thought you would've been the first to know he was back!"
Vox is relieved when you finally let go of him, fixing his suit before suddenly giving you a cruel grin
"Wait wait wait-don't tell me-he hasn't come to see you this whole time!? You wait all these years for him and he's shacking up with Lucifer's daughter, a porn star and who knows who else!?"
He suddenly stops laughing when you slam his screen into his desk, storming out afterward so he doesn't see the angry tears in your eyes
"Don't get mad at me because he started a new life without you!"
Vox knew exactly which ugly worries to pull out of your head and you let him get to you
But you knew he was right, looking at all the evidence presented to you...it does look like Alastor is starting over
A small part of you is telling you that he's replaced you somehow but you have enough pride to doubt it
But that self pity comes back to bite you that same night, crying harder than you ever have before
By the end of the week, you've convinced yourself that he doesn't love you anymore, that he got bored of you
You still haven't taken off your wedding ring yet
Imagine your surprise when on your way home you bump into Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell herself
She somehow managed to crash into you and knock down everything you were carrying, making you sigh and bend down to pick it up
"Oh my gosh, I'M SO SORRY!!" 🥺
You mumble something forgiving back to her, still picking up your things when you hear a familiar voice that makes your heart ache
"Charlie, my dear! What sort of mischief have you gotten int-Y/N?"
You're still as beautiful as Alastor remembers, if not even more so
You can hear the surprise in his voice, along with notes of panic and guilt
You just ignore him, gathering the rest of your things before walking in the opposite direction of them, you don't dare look at Alastor
You know you would break down if you did
He doesn't follow you, nor does he follow you the next time you run into him, or the time after that
It hurts you a little more each time, wanting to know if your husband ever loved you at this point
He doesn't know what boundaries to push with you anymore, he just misses you like crazy
Alastor knows he has to do something-
He tries cornering you the next time he sees you, standing in your way
"Y/N, please just let me explain-"
"I don't know who you're talking about, I'm not who you think I am."
He grabs your wrist, eyeing your wedding band with a frustrated expression
"You're wearing our wedding ring..."
"This is the ring my husband gave to me, and I haven't seen him in years."
You rip away your arm and walk away from him, crying to yourself over how much it hurts
You don't see how his ears lay low, and how he watches you with a regretful expression
He wishes he could just tell you everything, wants to run after you and hold you
But his deal doesn't allow it, he wanted to go straight to you when he got back-never wanted to leave you in the first place
But he was also too ashamed to face you, scared to find that you moved on or that you no longer loved him
He hates that he's hurting his wife like this and it sours his mood for weeks afterwards
Charlie and Vaggie start to understand that Alastor's sudden angry attitude always happens whenever he sees you
But they don't know who you are and they're way too afraid to ask Alastor because he's still digging his claws into everything out of anger
Niffty is actually the one who tells them that you're his wife but Husk explains to them that you're probably pissed at him for disappearing
Charlie is crying at the thought of Alastor and his wife being separated, Vaggie having to comfort her
So the two women get to work on finding you themselves, showing up on your doorstep one day and inviting you to the hotel
It takes a lot of coaxing and convincing from them to finally get you to go with them
You're a bit surprised to hear that Alastor is helping with a hotel centered around the idea of redemption
But you figure he's got some sort of angle, he always does
Alastor isn't there when you three arrive, Charlie having talked your ear off about everything Alastor has been doing to help
Which is unlike him, you're immediately suspicious
But you recognize Husk and Niffty, the little woman running to you and crawling all over you in excitement
"Y/N! Y/N! You're here! Are you gonna stay? Is your house messy? Do you have roaches for me to kill~?"
"Hey Y/N, you look like you need a drink.."
You almost start crying then and there, not having realized how much you missed them too, hugging Niffty tight as you take a seat at the bar
It almost feels like old times, the three of you talking late into the night until it's just you and Husker...
He takes a shot and seems to be preparing himself for something, uncomfortable suddenly
"Y/N...there's something I gotta tell you...about your husband..."
You're expecting to hear the worst, to hear that Alastor cheated, to hear that he's seeing someone new
But what Husk tells you is far FAR from that...you don't know whether to be thankful or horrified
Your husband's soul...owned by someone else? Just what did that man get himself into?
You don't even realize you're crying until Husk is awkwardly hugging you, patting your back gently as you cling to him
At some point, you must've fallen asleep because you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, your face buried in Alastor's neck
You almost relax and fall back asleep before your eyes suddenly pop open, jolting up and shoving him away
Even with what Husk told you, you're still mad at him, he never came back to see you
Alastor wakes up fast enough to realize he's falling off the bed, climbing back up with downward facing ears
"We need to talk, darling.."
"What is there to talk about? You don't want a wife anymore, is that it? Is that why you never came to see me?"
He looks so guilty and upset, his smile tense as he looks away, you have to resist the urge to rub his ears
You flinch away at first when he takes your hands before reluctantly letting him hold them, missing him too much to fight it
"I was too ashamed to face you...there's so much I can't tell you and I was...scared that you would be with someone new."
"Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Alastor, it nearly broke me.."
He has tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, looking away to try and save face as he pulls you in for a tight hug
"Just please...forgive me and let me be your husband again. I'll do everything I can to fix this..."
It doesn't make up for all the pain you felt for seven years but it's definitely a start
You've missed him too much to continue being angry with him, so you just cling to him and cry
You cry until you both fall asleep again, eventually waking up tangled in each other's arms
He's kissing all over your face, ghosting his lips over your eyes, your nose, your forehead, eventually getting to your lips
You suddenly feel so full of emotion, like you could burst with happiness at finally having Alastor again
You had nearly given up hope that you would feel him, taste his lips, or smell his raw scent ever again
You dig your nails into him when he tries to pull away, forcing him to kiss you longer as his hands bruise your hips
You both are panting by the time you pull away, bodies pressed as close as possible out of a need for contact
His voice comes out like static, leaning in for another kiss as gazes at you with loving eyes
"I have missed you...so much..."
You could cry if it weren't for the fact that you were sick of crying, instead rolling yourself on top of him and kissing along his jaw
"You better prove it to me."
His pleased growl followed by claws digging into your clothes answered you well enough
You know he still has a lot to make up for but this is a good start
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Sorry this one came out so long!! I hope you like it!!
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Tactical Princess
König |Cod/Mw2|
Summary: One thing leads to another and you find yourself sandwiched inbetween your boyfriend and your new boy toy.
Pairing: König & Simon 'GHOST' Riley X Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Dom König & Simon, Sub To Brat To Sub Reader, Heavy Degrading, Minimal Praising, Simon Being Heavily British, Google Translated German Speach From König, Face Slapping, Thigh Slapping, Ass Slapping, Tossing/Pushing Reader Around, Vaginal Sex, Choking, Sadistic König, Multiple CreamPies, Size Difference, Size Kink, Consensual, MM4F, Fingering, Squirting, Oral |M| Receiving, Facial, Come In Mouth, Manhandling, Established Relationship, Vaginal CreamPie, Double Penetration, Penetration Encouragement, Sex In Livingroom, Sex On Couch, Sex In Bedroom, Sex Standing Up, Spooning Sex Position, Cuddling Ending, Poly Ending?.
Author's Note: Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga- CHOO CHOOO!
OMG I snapped on this ngl. PT2?
I now have 300 followers. I love all of you Bunni's so muchhhhh.😭💕
Gifs: @bld-hnd
Part Two:
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König had company over while you laid in bed upstairs buried in blankets enjoying your day off. The lights were off with only the TV shining through the room.
You heard faint laughing and talking coming from the livingroom making you turn the TV volume up in annoyance. It's been like three hours already. Almost going into four o'clock. And what the hell was so funny that called for them to be so loud. There's no way the guys are still here. Knowing König, his social battery should be drained by now.
You then felt your stomach rumbling, telling your brain that you were hungry. You pulled yourself out of bed and fixed your shorts, looking around the room for your shirt to put it back on since you found laying in bed half naked very comfortable.
Once you found your shirt you tossed it back on but glanced at your chest to see your nipples were hard. It's cold in the house, König doesn't like being hot. He says it makes him irritable. He also can't get himself to sit still for a long time to prevent himself from getting hit quicker. So because of that, you're cold literally all the time.
You rolled your eyes not thinking too much about it and walked downstairs. This will be quick. You can sneak into the kitchen, grab a snack, and be back upstairs watching your favorite show. Easy.
König was on the couch sitting next to someone. He glanced over his shoulder and at you, his eyes lighting up like a puppy seeing their owner after a long day of being home alone.
"Hey! Y/n, can you come here for a second?" He asked with a hidden smirk. You shrugged and walked over to him, standing next to him and glancing at the person he sat with.
There was tension in the room for some reason. You couldn't tell what type though. Your arms were crossed so you could hide the fact that your nipples were hard. König always makes it his buisness to point that out to you, thus embaressing you because he thinks it's funny.
"Ghost? What are you doing here? And are you two out of all people having a conversation? I could have sworn it was more people here." You asked as König held your hand trying to pull you closer to him.
He's so touchy right now. Why is that? Usually he refrains from physical contact when other people are around.
"There was, Alejandro and Soap had to get going..." Ghost simply explained. You could feel his eyes tracing every part of your body. You were so sexy. He smirked behind the mask clearly taking interest in what he saw.
König pulled you by the hips while you were staring at Ghost, focusing on how attractive his accent and voice was. You came back to reality once Konig sat you down in the middle of them. The two men staring down at you like a piece of meat.
They were both so big together. You felt so small compared to them. Fuck, keep it together. Don't ruin this with your lewd thoughts.
You tried to not look at Ghost but couldn't resist the urge. Your eyes would meet with his which made him place his strong hand on your inner thigh.
"Turns out König and I have a mutual interest in something, isn't that right?" He asked glancing at your boyfriend who was grabbing your hand to hold it and bring it up to his face, placing small kisses on it.
"Yeah... do you want to know what it is Y/n?" König responded before looking down at your breasts. You tried covering yourself with your free right arm but Ghost grabbed you before you could. The two men stared at your chest seeing how hard your nipples were.
They then began to kiss both sides of your neck in unison, their hands lifting to slide under your shirt. Konig squeezing your right breast and Ghost squeezing your left.
You were freaking out on the inside but decided to keep your cool and go along with this. "What is it?" You asked glancing at them both.
"König told me that you wanted a threesome... that's why he invited me over today with the others..."
Ghost spoke in a cocky tone in your ear. Making shivers throughout your spine. You bit down on your lip and took your arms from them. This was all too much for you to handle at once. You knew you had to step away. You were too nervous around them. König was acting so different.
You tried to get up, but they pulled you by your wrists and brought you back down to sit inbetween them. "We'll do anything to fuck you Y/n... this is something you've wanted, so why not let it happen?" König questioned while bitting into your neck.
"But König... you're my boyfriend- I don't want you to think less of me or-"
He chuckled at your doubts and held your face. Dragging his thumb on your lip to keep the tension going. "Don't worry... there's nothing you could do to make me not love you... if you want to fuck someone else that's fine... but-" He then put his hand around your throat and squeezed tightly. "Don't think you'll be able to get what you want so easily... you're mine, remember that."
Ghost chuckled and turned your face so you could look at him. "Yeah... but tonight you're going to have to share aren't you? So in that case, she's ours." He stated just to mess with König a little.
You really loved the sound of that. 'Ours.' You would like that, a little too much than you'd like to admit. König felt a little jealous, watching you stare intently at Ghost rather than at him. Ghost's hand kept feeling up your thighs. You enjoyed being touched by him. How dare you.
Your breath hitched once König pulled you onto his lap. Being more possesive over you to have your attention. You broke eye contact with Ghost and looked at him.
You could feel König's bulge under you, so what other idea would you have that wasnt to grind your hips back and forth to further turn yourself on. König chuckled and slid his hands under your shorts. To his surprise you werent wearing any underwear.
He felt so good under you. The thought of his cock stretching you out felt like heaven itself. With your eyes glued on him while you grinded on his lap, Ghost took the opportunity to stand behind you and pull your hair, forcing your eyes on him.
"Don't forget about me now... seems like König's getting a bit jealous..." He smirked holding your face with both hands.
You bit down on your lip and stopped moving your hips. The eye contact Ghost had with you was intoxicating. His eyes were dark and sad. You could fall in love with him right then and there. His eyes are so pretty.
König then held you onto his lap and began to move his hips forward. You felt him pressing on your clothed clit, making you break eye contact with Ghost.
"You want to make this a competition? Fine by me... I already know what it takes to make her come. I clearly have the upper hand here." He said while glaring at Ghost.
"Let's see who's name she'll be moaning more loudly then..." He responded before staring down at you.
Ghost moved out of the way allowing König to forcfully pull you off the couch like you were some doll to a toddler. He kept you still as the two of them got closer to you, they both towered over you. Making you like this situation perhaps a bit more than they did.
"Don't just stand there, take your shirt off... we want to see you." König demanded pushing you into Ghost's direction.
He held your hips, groaning into your ear. You then slowly took off your shirt. Tossing it somewhere in the room and attempting to cover yourself out of embaressment.
"Oh look, she wants to pretend like she's embarrassed... how cute." He teasingly spike and pulled your arms down, keeping them at your sides.
"Ghost, what do you think of her? She's cute isn't she?" König questioned. Blaintently ignoring your attempts to get his hands off of you. "Well- of course, she is quite the looker... but I'm not really fully sold on the idea, she seems to have an issue with listening." Ghost shrugged slapping your ass watching you jump in pain, your exposed chest bouncing up.
"Yeah- she can be a bit stubborn... she likes to act as if she doesn't enjoy this but I know she does..." He said before squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples.
"Ah~ K-König..." You whimpered.
"Take her shorts off..." König said. You looked down at Ghost as he crouched down to pull at your spandex shorts. You closed your legs together feeling your body drop in temperature. It's so damn cold in here.
König sat back down with you in his arms, Ghost sat down on the opposite side of you. They both moved their hips forward to manspread, bringing attention to their equally big bulges.
"Go fix the temperature since you want to act like it's so cold... we'll wait." He shrugged letting you go and pushing you along.
He slapped your ass and watched you wince in pain, when you walked by Ghost he to slapped your ass getting the same reaction from you.
They both watched you as you walked over to the thermostat to turn it higher. You turned around still standing there, holding yourself.
You were so nervous. Their eyes didn't leave you not once. You felt like prey to a pack of lions. They both pated their laps. Encouraging you to come back over to them.
"Alright now I'm completely sold... I'm a bit upset that you kept her a secret for so long, she's fucking gorgeous." Ghost said begining to palm himself through his jeans. The thick material made it impossible for him to touch anything, he unbuckled his belt. Catching your attention.
You looked at him and began to walk over to him. König snapped his fingers for you to look at him.
"Nope, not yet. I said I wasn't going to make this easy for you. You're getting too greedy." He said shooing you far from them.
You whimpered and still kept your eyes on what Ghost was hiding in his pants. You heard König pull his erecton out but you already knew how he looked and felt.
Ghost and Konig were definitely around the same size. I mean how could they not? They're both over six feet tall. Although König's was longer by atleast two inches which gave him the advantage of penetrating you deeper.
On the other hand, having to take Ghost in would be a challenge for sure. He's way thicker, and the veins scattered about his shaft were something you looked forward to. He was cut while König wasn't. Both had an equal amount of pubic hair, but Ghost's bush was less groomed.
"Look at her... she's imagining our cocks inside of her isn't she, such a fucking slag she is..." Ghost said, bringing you out of your inner thoughts just by the tone of his voice alone.
You looked at them and felt your face rising in temperature. God why won't one of them tell you what to do already? You were loosing it.
"Come here... don't fucking touch us though, just sit there and wait for further instruction." He demanded curling his fingers in your direction.
You stepped forward only for Ghost to snap his fingers and click his tongue. "On your knees and crawl to us... you won't be needing to walk for a while." He said.
That's more like it. You tried to hide your smile as you got down on your knees. You then kneeled on all fours and crawled over to them like he asked. Once you approached the couch, you sat inbewteen them.
"Spread your legs you fucking whore." König said while pinning your upper body to the couch. You spread your legs watching Ghost bring his attention to your exposed lower half.
"Wow, such a cute little clit you have there... I can just tell how wet she is by looking at her..." He said before slapping your clit and rubbing it.
You bucked your hips with a moan. You lifted your hands to touch him but König grabbed your wrists before you could even reach Ghost.
"Ich bin es langsam leid, dich dazu zu bringen, die Regeln zu befolgen...“ He aggressively spoke to you in his native tongue while slapping your face to make you whimper.
("I'm getting really tired of making you follow the rules...")
"I'm sorry~ I'm just a needy slut..." You said with a innocent tone.
"Shut the fuck up... you don't get to talk to me or him from this point forward..." He said slapping your face again. You pouted and began to move in place. You stopped once Ghost slapped your thighs.
You looked down at him watching him lift your hips up and rub your clit faster. You moaned clenching your walls around nothing.
Ghost chuckled and swiped his thumb upwards through your lips to apply pressure to your clit after teasing you for so long. You squirmed letting out a moan feeling Ghost's fingers slide inside you, deep until reaching his knuckles. He curled his fingers inside you and watched your body jolt as you melted into his touch.
"She's so wet... just hear that... what a fucking whore..."
Your hips bucked again making Ghost slap your thighs once more. "She doesn't fucking listen... clearly she doesn't deserve to have her cunt played with..." He sighed shaking his head and took his hands away from you.
You whimpered looking at him then at König. He wasn't looking at you. If anything he was ignoring you, they both were.
"The only we can do to whip her back into shape is if we use her... get her so worked up that she's on her knees begging like a fucking slut to fuck our cocks... her whoreish face covered in come." König stated before yanking you off of Ghost and pushing you to the floor.
"Wait... I'll be good... I'm sorry... König please." You whimpered hoping he'd take pitty on you.
The pair rolled their eyes at you and stood up. König grabbed you by your hair and threw you onto the couch again. Ghost grabbing your ankles and tossing you over onto your back.
You spread your legs again slightly proud that it was that easy. You looked at them, König still on your left side and Ghost on your right.
They both collected your juices on their fingers and rubbed your pussy. Ghost rubbing your clit and König rubbing your entrance. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily in pleasure. Trying to figure out which hand to focus on.
Ghost used his middle and ring fingers to rub the bundle of nerves and apply pressure. König slid his index and middle fingers inside you to curl them inside you. You moaned clenching around him and started to play with your breasts.
Your eyes were still closed until you heard deep groans and moans. Once your eyes opened you could feel your pupils dilating, along with dopamine releasing in your brain.
The two of them were stroking themselves while staring at you, their fingers hard at work to give you something to moan about. Your mouth opened in shock. Fuck. This was something you didn't know you needed. You didn't know which one to look at.
König? His cock head turning a bright red while all the blood rushed to his tip. A pretty stream of pre-cum dripping onto the floor while his pretty foreskin covered half of his tip when he'd ride his hand upwards, then fully open when he'd slide his hand back down.
And Ghost? Shit. He thrusted his hips into his hand as he stared into your eyes. You could tell that he was imagining fucking you right before your eyes. He groaned deeply and smirked as you kept eye contact with him. His fingers slowing down so he could slap your clit, then picking up speed again to make you moan louder.
He'd stop moving his hips and begin to make his hand do all the work, rubbing his tip into his warm palm and squeeze himself to apply pressure. Sending a tingling feeling in his balls, releasing his hand before feeling a sharp pain.
You whimpered feeling König's fingers penetrate you deeper to get your attention back onto him. You looked at him and clenched tightly for longer than usual, he smirked at you whole stroking himself faster and thrusting his fingers in at the same pace as his hand to make it seem like he was inside you.
When he'd curl his fingers upwards, he'd start stroking himself upwards. He'd pull his fingers out of you and stop stroking himself. Staring down at his cock to watch it twitch and jump on it's own.
He breathily moaned and took himself in his hand again, sliding in a finger and pushing upwards deeply to find the spot behind your urethra.
You whimpered throwing your head back letting yourself come undone and moan louder. They watched your legs shake and lock in place before you stretched them out again. König nodded to you and hummed 'Mhm' to tell you that he knew how good you were feeling.
You whined and bent your legs at the knees again and pulled on the couch cushion. Your body felt hot all over. Ghost slapped your clit again and rubbed more consistently, collecting your juices on his fingers before doing so.
"Ahhh~ ahhh- ohhhh~ Ggh-K-k-ko-gh..."
You were sexualy and mentally confused. Who's name do you moan? You couldn't think straight. Your body enjoyed the feeling of their hands, your mind enjoyed the sight of two men getting off to the sight of you.
You held your breath for a second stopping all sounds from coming out. Their groans and wet noises that came from your vagina was all that could be heard. Your back arched as you finaly let yourself breath again. You whimpered loudly while your legs started to shake again. Their fingers continuing what they were doing but in a faster pace.
König moaned and slapped your entrance before sliding his middle finger inside you and curling it again. His middle finger was his longest one, you moaned covering your face and let your vaginal muscles relax around him. He hummed once more, encouraging you to release however you wanted to.
"Yes yes yes yeeess~ Kghhoöstnniigg~" You moaned at the top of your lungs allowing yourself to squirt. You didn't have a clear name in mind to moan so you put both of theirs together. They groaned and slapped your clit and entrance at the same time. You whimpered biting onto your knuckle and bucked your hips onto ther hands.
They stoped touching themselves and payed attention to you. König grabbing your face and keeping your eyes on them. Ghost forcing your jaw open to slide his thumb inside to get you to suck it.
"Yeah... make a fucking mess you pathetic little bitch... now our fucking couch needs to be cleaned because of you..."
"You're such a whore... moaning at the top of your lungs like that while getting off to our hands..."
"Hmmpmmm!" You tried speaking but forgot that Ghost's thumb was in your mouth.
Once your legs stopped shaking they took their hands away from you and sat down on opposite sides of the couch. You were breathing heavily trying to gain composure until they groaned loudly, pushing you off of the couch again and grabbing your hair for your face to be in their laps.
"Alright- fuck... you've had your fun. Now get to sucking." König demanded of you while putting his cock in your face. You looked down at it, seeing pre-cum still dripping from it. You held the base of him gently and was about to put him in your mouth until Ghost pulled your hair aswel for you to give him attention first.
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König and Ghost sat on the couch with you on your knees in front of them. They looked down at you with their hips pushed forward and sitting in a manspreading form. You could see their equally heafty erections just fighting to be seen in your eyes first.
You licked your bottom lip not knowing what your next move should be.
You wanted them to defile you in any way possible. These two large men throwing you to eachother to allow the other man have a go at you. Their equally fat cocks stuffing, fucking and pumping deep inside your tight holes. Stretching you out and practically making you a new one.
You couldn't resist the desire to be their cock sleeve tonight. Their eyes stared down at you, you could see the animalistic gleam in them. Right now they weren't seeing you as anything but a new toy. You wanted to be used and abused. Your holes aching for more of their come.
König then snapped his fingers to get your attention. You looked at him then at Ghost. He snaped his fingers again. Demanding that you'd stare at him and only him.
"She doesn't know which one to look at first... guess she doesn't feel like using that brain of hers... clearly she should be looking at me..." He stated as you crawled towards him. Seating yourself inbetween his legs.
"She's so pretty down there... but I hope she's not forgetting that she has another cock to drain..."
You looked at Ghost while rubbing König through his sweats with your left hand. Your right hand doing the same for him. He let a groan slip out caressing your face, finally acknowledging you but not completely.
"It's cute that she's trying to be a tease but I personally think she should get on with it." Ghost said nonchalantly while ignoring you.
"Yeah right? These cocks aren't going to drain themselves... I kindof feel like my time is wasted, what about you?" König said.
"Affirmative..."
Well. They're right, you don't want to disappoint after all. You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally held their cocks in your hands. You hummed in pleasure looking up at them and started off with König, you were clearly more familiar with him.
You stuck your tongue out and took his tip in your mouth, using your hand on Ghost. The two men groaned in unison while throwing their heads back. You moaned to get yourself to be confident enough to give them your best preformence.
Ghost could tell you were taking your sweet time to not suck him off next. He then grabbed your head and turned you in his direction, slapping his tip on your lips then proceeding to pry them open.
"There's no space to be scared now... you agreed to this so fucking deliver." He demanded while placing both of his hands on the back of your head.
"But you're really thi- mghhhmmm!"
You panicked feeling him force himself into your throat. Your eyes began to water and push tears out onto your cheeks. You looked up at him, trying to push his hands away but couldn't.
"Look at her acting like she can't take it... she likes it rough... the more tears the better..." König explained while grabbing your left hand and wrapping it around his cock, now using it like a fleshlight. Holding his hands around it to keep your hold tight.
"Fuck... how dose she feel?" He moaned.
"Aghh... absolutely perfect... a bit teethy though... but nothing a bit of breaking in can't fix." Ghost responded while moving your head up and down like you were bobbing for apples at a fair.
"Hmm! Mhfggh!"
You needed air but they couldn't hear you. Ghost moved your head faster and groaned holding you down forcing himself to touch your uvula. Shaking your head to make you gag. He enjoyed the sounds of you trying to speak or atleast catch your breath.
"Mhmm... fuck... take that fucking cock... you pathetic little slag."
He pushed his cock into your cheek getting off from the slippery texture on the inside of your mouth. You were able to breath slightly as you looked up at him batting your eyelashes and placing your hands on the floor for support.
"You've had enough- don't enjoy it too much... now suck mine, you fucking bitch." König groaned at the loss of contact and pulled your hair for you to look up at him.
You smiled and stuck your tongue out. Gladly taking half of his long shaft in and lapping your tongue up on the underside of his tip. You let him go with a pop and giggled before putting on an airheaded smile. Then proceeding to make sloppy wet kisses for your right side of his shaft and breathed on it to make it stand taller.
Ghost grunted caressing your face and stoking himself while staring at you. You looked up at both of them with your eyes big. Tapping König's tip on your tongue and sucking it briefly while collecting more saliva.
"Fuck... she sucks cock like it's a sport... don't just play with it now, suck it like it's your job..." Ghost said forcing your head down deeper. You moaned while opening your throat so König's cock could reach deeper inside.
"Haaafgghmmmuaahh~♡"
You lifted your head up to breath for a second while König stared down at you. You bit your lip and licked the acces saliva that fell. "You guys are so big..." You seductively spoke while taking Ghost's base in your left hand. You brought their tips together on your lips and kissed them both, then pumped your hands together and slid your tongue in the middle of them.
"Christ... she sucks cock like a porn star... take us both in your mouth now..." Ghost demanded forcing your head down slightly.
You tilted your head to the side and sucked them off in a circular motion. Your head moving on it's own as you closed your eyes to focus more. König held your head and thrusted himself into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as Ghost began to do the same thing.
"Schwanzhungrige Schlampe... du arbeitest für unsere Lasten, nicht wahr?"
("Cock hungry bitch... you're working for our loads aren't you?")
"Mhm~♡ Am I doing good... am I good girl?" You asked with a small whimper as you stoked them off so you could speak.
"Hah~ she wants praise for doing the bare minimum... I dunno if she deserves it..." Ghost slightly moaned while yanking your hair.
"Please... I want to know if I've been good..." You said while pouting your lip and sucking their tips again before showering their cocks in kisses.
They stood up and yanked your arm for you to sit in front of them. They stared down at you with their cocks in hand.
"Shut the fuck up... keep sucking..." Ghost groaned and held your throat tapping his tip on your tongue. König the back of your head while he held your jaw. They both slapped your face with their cocks to encourage you to open your mouth again.
You opened wide while wrapping your hands around them and rested their tips on your slippery tongue, pumping up and down and looking at them.
"Ahhh~ heyoghhh hgo hiignh~♡"
("Ahh~ they're so big~♡")
"Yeah? Of course they are... wow she can barely fit it in her mouth... open wider for us..." König said pulling on your jaw to keep your mouth wide.
Their hands on their hips while they stared down at you. Saying degrading phrases while you whimpered sucking them separately, then sucking their tips together.
Your heavy breath making them twitch and groan together. Ghosts hips began to thrust into your hand while you sucked on König. Your head bobbing back and fourth swallowing the pre-cum that dripped out of him.
Your confidence sky rocketed to an all time high. You've always loved being the center of attention. The fantasy of having more than one man focus on making you feel good drove you crazy.
Ugh, each sound they'd make would all be because of you. Even if they were degrading you, you enjoyed every last minute of it. Because yeah, only whores would enjoy slutting themselves out to more than one man.
You were no longer worried about covering yourself up. The only way you wanted to be covered up is by their balls emptying out onto you like you were a sock they jizzed into.
Ghost then stood behind you and pulled your hair for you to throw your head back. He shoved himself into your mouth again making you take him deep into your throat. Your eyes watered at the amount of force. But you chugged it up and chose to deal with it. Moans muffling on his cock sending vibrations through his body.
"She's taking me in so well... first place goes to Y/n- ughh~ She's a champion at this... fucking whore." He stated while slapping your face gently.
König held onto your throat making you feel tighter for Ghost. His hips thrusting into your hands as you kept them clasped together to hopefully mimic the feeling of him being inside you. He whimpered softly but also joined in slapping your face to still keep himself focused on being dominant towards you.
"That's right... ughh fill that void in your body with cock... that's my perfect slut..."
Mmm~ fuck. You could feel your vagina becoming more wet as you listened to what König said. Being degraded but having 'MY' put in front of any belittling statement turned you on even more.
"She's more than perfect... hngghh~ alright suck him off... she's going to make me come already." Ghost said pulling his hips back and allowing you to give König special attention. You placed your hands on König's thick thighs, closing your eyes to suck your throat around him.
Your tongue swirling in all directions, head turning so he could penetrate your cheek and every crevice his cock could find. You let him go with a pop before licking up his shaft and tracing the sensitive throbbing veins scattered the thick, uncut, and girthy length.
"Hey!- eyes on me..." He demanded snapping his fingers in your face. Your eyes darted open and glanced up at him fulfilling his request.
You could hear Ghost heavily groaning behind you. His hand riding up and down his shaft, thumb pressing on his tip to force pre-cum out of himself. He pulled your hair so you could look at him too. You moaned at the amount of attention feeling your clit tingle making you even more wet on the inside.
Ghost couldn't believe how skilled you were in this department. Just by looking at you he assumed that you didn't know anything about sucking cock. You and König's relationship had been so private and reserved from other people until now. He was shocked when König told him about your little 'crush' on him.
He agreed out of pure lust that he had festering for you that had been within him for a long time. He would have made advances at you but König had already put claim on you first.
"Ahh ahh ahhh~♡ Am I doing a good job? Please tell me I'm doing good..." You asked clenching your thighs together with a submissive whimper. "No, you're doing a bloody horrible job... you poxy slag." Ghost said being sarcastic, his british accent coming out more clear.
You whimpered and turned your head to kiss his tip while staring up at him. Using your hands to jerk König off.
"Awe you love when I call you a slag? You dumb cunt, you don't even know what it means... shut up and take my cock... kissing it isn't going to please anyone..." He said pulling your hair and sliding himself in your mouth once you whimpered in pain. Tears gushing out of your eyes aswel.
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Both of the men held a chunk of your hair and kept your head back for you to look up at them. Their hands working overtime on their shafts for them to cover your face in come in unison. Your tongue sticking out and smile on your face. "Aghhhff~ Pheathh hoge ogghh hyy haath~♡"
(Ahhh~ please come on my face~♡")
They both slapped your face, König slapping your right cheek and Ghost slapping your left. "Mmmyeahhh~ come on... I want you guys to come on my face... I need it... I'm such a whore, I need come on my face to live~ please don't keep me waiting..." You begged spitting on their tips and taking them in your mouth, swirling your tongue in an infinity sign before flicking your tongue in the middle.
"Halt die Klappe, du schwanzgeiler Lump..." König groaned sliding himself further in your mouth to push Ghost out of the way.
("Shut the fuck up you cock hungry come rag...")
"Hggnnmm I'm sorry König~" You moaned rolling your eyes back and intentionally gagging on him.
König held the top of your head while Ghost held your jaw again. Both of them thrusting into your mouth penetrating your esophagus out of unison to cause friction between them. The two then thrusted once more before pulling out of you sloppily and pumping their hands on their shafts staring down at you.
You didn't speak, you instead just sat there waiting for your desert. Their groans made you want to touch yourself, the tingling feeling turned into pressure inside your clit. You were just aching to be touched.
"Nimm jeden – aghh~ letzten Tropfen, du wunderschöner – C-Cock-Wrangler..."
("Take every- aghh~ last drop you beautiful- c-cock wrangler...")
König moaned pushing himself inside your mouth to come inside. You moaned nodding enjoying the feeling of his hot sticky come coat your tonsils. You looked at Ghost while sucking his tip encouraging his finish until he choked on his words and loudly groaned, face scrunchung up at the nose as he covered your face like an artist would paint a canvas.
"Yeahh yeahh~ mhmm I love the taste of your come... it's so fucking good~♡" You moaned about to swallow his load.
"What a fucking whore... she's inatrual at sucking cock... shit, let's fuck her now..." Ghost stated while wiping his forehead free of sweat.
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Ghost had you bent in half while fucking you standing up. His arms scooped under your knees with his hands clasped together behind your neck, forcing you to stare down watching him fuck you. You moaned everytime he thrusted, his cock head meeting with your cervix while your clit throbbed aching for contact. You didn't know what to do with your arms and allowed them to just fwail in the air.
König standing in front of you watching you moan and whimper at the size of another man's cock. He then held your waist and aligned himself with the same hole Ghost occupied. You were wet enough for both of them to take you.
You bit down onto your lip to not cry out as your entrance stretched beyond the size you had been used to all this time. Both of them groaned and pulled your body every other way they could so one of them could have more control over you.
You looked up at König who was groaning while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His free hands played with your breasts, pulling and pinching your nipples.
"König... please look at me... I'm sorry..." You whined assuming he was mad at you.
He rolled his eyes and placed his hand around your throat, still not willing or ready to akwnolage you. "Shut the fuck up." He demanded squeezing your throat tightly before letting go.
All you wanted was for him to look at you and also call you his good girl. He wasn't doing either of those things. The lack of praise and admiration made you upset. When having sex he makes it his mission to spoil you with praise, only degrading you when you'd ask. He loved you too much to call you a bitch or anything in bed without you asking.
"Ahhhh~ mmpleeaasee!" You repeated yourself hoping he'd hear you. You needed him to look at you so fucking bad. You felt embarrassed and ashamed for enjoying yourself.
He didn't do anything except continuing to choke you so you'd shut up. This was his punishment for you. He was cripplingly jealous and possesive over you. How dare you want to fuck someone else while with him? He obviously didn't feel like he wasn't enough for you, if that were the case then he wouldn't even be able to look at Ghost without getting angry.
He wouldn't dare let Ghost get close to you either.
It took every bone in his body for him to not give in and entertain you. Although your begging and whimpering did make him want to stare into your eyes while fucking you.
You sighed seeing your pleading was getting you nowhere and looked up at the ceiling attempting to not think about the overwhelming feeling of needing to cry.
The pleasure felt too good for you to hold yourself together. Not only that, you also couldn't deal with him still ignoring you.
König's cock penetrating upwards due to the lack of space inside you, Ghost penetrating downwards continuously making you feel like you have to use the bathroom.
Konig was causing pressure behind your urethra. Did you have to pee or squirt? You couldn't tell. Your face was burning up with heat, stomach twisting and turning with every thrust.
"Awe is she going to cry? That's so fucking cute... what an attention whore." He groaned slapping your face and mocking your feelings.
Your vagina was beginning to overstimulate too quickly. Your walls rejected their cocks on their own but grew wetter when they'd thrust back inside.
Ghost groaned deeply and thrusted harder, you received degrading words in your ear making you moan louder. "You fucking slut... take our fat cocks- aghh~ all you're good for is to be a personal fleshlight for us..."
"Ughh please! I need more!~ I can feel myself getting close!" You said desperately as König pulled out of you and laid down on the couch, motioning for Ghost to bring you over to him.
König groaned stroking himself with you over him. Your juices were like a lubricant ad he did so. Ghost pulled your hair so you could keep yourself up rather then giving out and letting König hold you.
"Fuck... she's so wet..." He grunted before lifting your hips with one hand and teasing your stretched entenece.
"Shit... I'm coming inside her for sure..." Ghost stated while slapping your ass to hear you whimper. You couldn't say anything. You know if you did it would either be a moan or a cry out for attention. Begging wasn't going to get you anywhere so what's the point.
"You do that and I'll fucking kill you." König said glaring at him. Everything that the two of them has done to you was perfectly fine. But you belonged to him, so he was the only one who could give you a creampie.
"Ha- what? You're afraid that I might get her pregnant aren't you..." Ghost responded with a cocky grin on his face.
"Not really scared. More so certain that this wouldn't happen again if you tried anything like that."
"Oh yeah? Don't try and start something you most certainly can't finish König... I'm only doing this because she wants me just as bad as I want her..."
Ghost then turned your head for you to look at him. Your come drunk eyes met with his. What were they talking about? You couldn't hear them, your mind was too fuzzy for you to care.
Next thing you know Ghost was making out with you while swirling his tongue around yours. He sloppily pulled your bottom lip with his teeth and turned your head to the side for a better angle. You moaned into his mouth and lifted your left hand to caress the back of his neck.
Oh god, and he's a good kisser? Fuck. He was making you so wet... his arm wrapped around your waist pulling your body close to him, König's hands held your hips and squeezed them until his knuckles were white. He was pissed. Watching Ghost make out with you to prove a point made him angry. He then aligned himself up with your entrance and forced you down on him. You broke the kiss with Ghost to whine proudly.
Saliva connected from your mouth to Ghost's. König groaned and pulled you down to him, holding you in his arms and burying his face into your neck.
You softly moaned rolling your eyes back and grinding your hips back and forth so your clit could feel his pubic hair brush against it. Ghost slapped your ass and slid inside the same hole again. König made sure you focused on him by kissing your neck and cheeks while glaring at Ghost.
He groaned and bit into your neck to make a hickey. You whimpered burying your face into his neck, feeling yourself about to come but kept quiet because of how badly you couldn't think.
"Du bist mein gutes Mädchen..." He groaned licking the bruised skin on your neck.
("You're my good girl...")
You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him. Pressing your lips together in disbelief that he said that. "I am? You're not mad at me?" You asked as your voice cracked.
He shook his head and showered your face in kisses. Holding your cheek and dragging his thumb on your warm skin. "Ich liebe dich so sehr..." He softly said to you and planted kisses on your lips.
("I love you so much...")
You felt tears building up in your eyes as that was all you needed to hear for you to be able to come. You whimpered leaning upwards to put your hands on his chest but he kept you down to him because he wasn't finished.
"Du gehörst mir... Du gehörst ganz mir... du bist mein braves Mädchen... Ich liebe dich Y/n... Fuck~" He grunted thrusting harder into you and making you scream his name.
("You belong to me... You're all mine... you're my good girl... I love you Y/n... Fuck~")
"I love you too... fuck me harder... I'm gonna come~ please both of you fuck me harder!" You moaned feeling the knot in your stomach twist and turn just threatening to burst.
They pulled out of you again only for a split moment. König turned you around for you to lay on your back while still on top of him so you could face Ghost for a while. He snaked his arm around your waist keeping you close to him though, his other hand hooked under your right leg so he could rub your clit.
Ghost squeezed and played with your breasts while thrusting upwards into you. Their thrusting would be out of sync at first but in order to get you to moan more consistently they stoped glaring at eachother with daggers in their eyes and made it a goal for you to come first.
König moaned your name along with praises while bouncing you up and down. You held onto the back of his neck with your right hand and pulled Ghost down to you for vivid eye contact. No matter what face he made he made sure to not look away from you.
You whimpered and clenched around them, sucking their cocks inside whenever they pull back to rut into you again. Hearing König praise you in his native language while rubbing your clit, and Ghost staring at you was a dangerous combination.
You couldn't hold your composure anymore. Your whole body was sore and tingling with pleasure. You didn't want this night to end, it's been like heaven itself. You didn't want to leave their embrace ever again.
Ghost grunted and took your hand off of him, he held it in his hand and began to shower it with kisses. You watched him as his eyes rolled back once you clenched around them again.
"You're so fucking beautiful princess... you take us in excellently... you're such a good girl for taking us inside that pretty little cunt sweetheart."
Oh my fucking god. What did be want from you? Did they want you to just scream how much you loved them? You felt the need to say those words conjuring up inside you. Don't say it... don't fucking say it... he doesn't actually mean it... it's just sex talk... don't fucking say it...
"Ahhhh Ghost~♡ K-König~♡ I'm gonna- I- I- ughhh..."
"Let it out for us... be a good girl and let it out... come on... I want you to come on our cocks..." König groaned into your ear slapping your clit and rubbing it while applying more pressure.
"Mhmm... it feels so fucking good doesn't it? We're stretching you out so much... your little pussy can't take it... you're such a good fucking girl for us..."
"Yes yes yes it feels so good~ I can't take it... oh my god!" You helplessly whimpered pressing your hand on Ghost's stomach to slow him down.
"You can take it... I know you can... take us deep inside... you're doing so fucking well for us..."
They thrusted slower and deeper to get you to hopefully squirt or better. König turned your head for you to look at him and held your face now sloppily kissing you and biting onto your lip. You moaned into his mouth sucking his lip with yours and whimpered as Ghost rubbed your clit to keep up the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.
König broke the kiss with you and stared into your eyes aswel. You pressed your lips together as tears rushed down your face. They both payed full attention to you and comforted you by kissing you. Ghost held onto the couch and moaned in your ear, followed by saying your name intentionally making his accent thicker.
Say it... just say it... you know you'll mean everything when you do say it. Say those three words... come on Y/n, say it... it's not just sex talk. You mean so much to them.
"Don't cry baby... you're so close to coming... you got this... don't cry... get yourself sorted... you can do it... I'm so proud of you... good fucking girl..."
Shiiittt~ Ghost stop... why does he keep saying that type of stuff. He fucking knows what he's doing.
"Say it... say you're our good girl... you belong to us from now on... say it... right now." König demanded while slapping your clit.
You cried harder and clenched around them uncontrollably. Closing your eyes for a breif moment until Ghost snapped his fingers to keep your eyes on him. He pressed his forehead onto yours and thrusted upwards into your g-spot. König thrusted into your cervix, lifting your legs up and bending them at your shoulders. Ghost groaned deeply and held your ankles to keep your legs in place.
Fuck. Now they're working together- say it... say it... say it... say it... say-
You whimpered and held your breath now so worked up that you forgotten how to let go. Your face was hot as it ever was. Once you opened your mouth and screamed and threw your head back.
Your orgasm was bigger than you expected it to be. Your legs shook aggressively along with your arms. You spoke in tongue saying anything that came to mind. They still thrusted inside you to work themselves further to orgasm. You bit your lip making it bleed because of how hard you bit.
Your mouth opened wide and there it was. You said it.
"KöniiggGhost!Aahhhhhhh I LOVE YOU! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!!"
You cried loudly uncontrollably clenching yourself around them, keeping yourself tight making it harder for them to thrust.
Their faces scrunched up in mutual pleasure as they let out many moans that were all followed by your name. Ghost rubbed your clit feeling his come shoot inside you, your walls pulling on his shaft further squeezing his loud out. Making him whimper and try to stop himself but couldn't.
König had groaned planting his feet into the floor and using his inpressive lower body strength to fuck his come deep up inside you. You whimpered trying to gain your composure but couldn't. They were still thrusting to make their erections come down. Their cocks slipping and sliding together due to the mess they both made inside you.
You cried out this time with pure desperation as you could feel your vagina reject them desiring to return to normal size again. They both sighed in pleasure finding it wouldn't be a good idea to pull out at the same time. Ghost then slipped out of you with a delicate moan. He slapped your clit many times and rubbed you while watching their come drip out of you.
"Ghossstt~ n-no... I'll- hgnnnggghhh~ s-squuuirt~" Your toes curled as you begged him to stop but he refused to listen to you. You then felt König pull out of you due to his cocks unbeatable amount of sensitivity.
Your legs shook again and there you were squirting on the couch making another mess that they'd have to clean up.
"Mhmm... that pretty little cunt is so sensitive... look at our pretty girl... good job..." König encouraged while making small slaps on your ass as a congratulations.
You whimpered to tell them to stop. They laughed in unison as König moved you to the side so he could sit up and gain his composure for once. You couldn't move anymore. You were sore and also too tired to even open your eyes.
You sighed heavily and covered your face. Squeezing your thighs together, feeling your entrance throb. Their creampies dripping out of you and onto the couch.
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What happened after you Ghost and König were finished went by like a blur.
You couldn't recall anything after that and assumed you passed out. You woke up in bed with your clohes on. You felt clean like you had taken a shower but you don't remember taking one. A bandaid on your neck along with healing gel to cover up- a hickey?
You thoughts had been interrupted by loud snoring coming from both sides of the bed. You couldn't move like you wanted to for some reason. Two muscular arms holding certain parts of your body and deep occasional groans.
You looked to your left and saw König laying next to you, his face buried in your chest and arms around your waist. Okay, that's normal.
So you looked behind you and saw- Ghost? He laid next to you with his face buried into your back, legs intertwined with yours along with something poking your back.
He moved himself closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist to still feel your comforting body heat even while he's sleep.
"What the fuck?" You said before remembering what happend before you fell asleep.
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the walls are thin | NJM + LJN (M)
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Roommate Jeno x fem reader x Roommate Jaemin
Summary: both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.
Warnings: sexual content, dubcon themes, porn with little plot, horrifically Jaemin biased (it just happened that way), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (male and fem receiving), degrading, praising, voyeurism, exhibitionism (if you squint), snowballing, mean dom jeno, soft dom Jaemin, literally just filth, proofread but may still contain errors
Word count: 7,4k
A/N: I had a completely different idea for this pairing, but I didn't like here it was going so I completely scrapped it and came up with this. Hope y'all like it it's my first time writing a 3some dynamic so be patient with me lol. Also I wanna try a new picture situation for fics soooo yeah idk if I'll be doing it for long. Probably just for multiple members fics. Pics aren't mine. Feedback is welcomed as always this was long overdue I was supposed to post this days ago
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The walls are pretty thin in your apartment, which is why you're so grateful when everyone is gone. You can't escape the constant sounds of your roommates laughing, talking, doing God knows what. You enjoy the peace and quiet, especially at night. The only drawback is that there is virtually no privacy.
You can't count the amount of times both Jeno and Jaemin asked you about conversations you had with people on the phone the night before. It always left you a bit shocked and freaked out. They never told you how much they heard or knew, just that they heard you. And on mornings like this - ones where you wake up groggy from getting yourself off - they never skip a beat to tell you they heard you.
"You're really loud at night you know," Jaemin said, pouring milk in his cereal.
"What are you talking about?" You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. It's a Saturday, which means you have nothing but time to spare.
"When you're touching yourself. You should do a better job at keeping quiet," Jeno answered as he walked into the kitchen.
"Why were you listening?" Your tone was monotonous, still trying to fully wake up from your sleep. Nothing they said had any impact on you anymore. Their non-stop flirting and crude comments don't make you cringe and squirm like they used to, completely used to whatever games they were constantly trying to play.
"I didn't have a choice," Jaemin said, mouth full of cereal.
"We always have choices in life." You leaned on the edge of the counter, crossing your arms. Jeno brushed his hair back, biceps bulging in his right long sleeve top. It was no secret that even though you kept turning them down, they were eye candy. When you told your friends about them, they wondered how you were going to live with 2 men that looked like they were meant to be male strippers.
It's easy for you, really. Just get to know them. Getting to know people always helps get rid of the initial attraction, and they definitely made it easy. Except it came back 10 times stronger. And you really didn't mean for it to happen really, it just happened, and you're annoyed that it happened. But is it really your fault?
"Just how you made a choice to come out completely naked," Jeno questioned, looking you up and down.
"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Be serious." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter. You turned around, reaching up to get a bowl only to be pressed against the counter again
"Let me help you out," Jeno said in your ear. He pressed himself against you, pushing his bulge into your ass. Jeno grabbed the bowl out of your hand, setting it down in front of you with the sweetest smile. "And I meant in other ways that don't involve getting bowls from cabinets."
Jeno backed away from you, and for the first time you can confidently say you didn't want him to move. But he'll never know that. Neither of them will ever know the effect they have on you for as long as you're in the same household. But sometimes you really wonder if it's worth it, not letting them touch you in the ways you want. Not letting them do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. It didn't really matter anyways, they're just 2 people out of the 8 billion on the planet.
"You are so spoiled you know that."
You jump, surprised at the sound of Jaemin's voice near your ear. You forgot he was still in the kitchen being lost in thought about Jeno's body pressed against yours. "What do you mean by that?"
"You have 2 guys constantly trying to fuck you, and you keep refusing," he says, chuckling softly. "It's honestly annoying."
You rolled your eyes pouring cereal in your bowl. "Then stop. I keep refusing and you keep coming back."
"But I like the chase."
You turned around, immediately being faced with Jaemin's eyes being directly on your tits. His gaze made you feel small sometimes, always looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But you liked the way he looked at you. They way his gaze would linger, never shy to tell you exactly what he wanted with no words.
"All men like chasing," you replied, pouring the milk in your bowl.
"Not as much as me. When I catch you, you'll be wishing I didn't," he mumbled.
"You're funny."
"I've been told. And I tend to laugh women right out of their clothes." His witty responses never fail to amaze you. He always had a response for everything, never speechless although sometimes you wish he was.
You turned around, leaning on the counter as you shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth. "You know," you started, "sometimes I wish the 2 of you were man enough to do something."
Jaemin raised his brow, crossing his arms. "Is that some kind of challenge?"
"No, just a thought. I'm going to my room." You walked out the kitchen and down the tiny hallway, already hearing Jeno's music through the walls. You wish you weren't so evil, but there would be no fun in your life. Because as much as you tell them to stop, you just want them to keep telling you over and over again how much they want it, how much they need you.
"If you ever need help, remember I'm next door," Jaemin called out behind you.
"Never gonna happen."
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"Fuck, come on!"
You've been playing video games since your conversation with Jaemin ended, and honestly you wish you hadn't even started. You've been doing nothing but yelling at your screen and pounding your desk. And you just so happened to get knocked out again.
"I can't take this shit anymore," you groaned, cradling your head in your arms. Just as you were about to throw your headset off, you heard a knock on your door. "Come in."
Jaemin walked in, face puffy like he just woke up from a nap. But you couldn't even keep looking at his face, not when he was wearing that one shirt that made him look bigger than he already was. And- oh. He wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts, was he?
"You're too loud." His voice was deep and groggy, the sound of it going straight to your core.
"Sorry. This game is just-"
"Annoying? I've heard you say that millions of times already. Just stop playing it." Jaemin leaned on your door frame, shaking his hair from his face. It was taking everything in you to not say what you wanted to. He's attractive and he knows it. He knows what he does to you and it drives you insane. "Just keep it down okay?" Jaemin turns on his heels, walking out of your room, door knob in his hand.
"I'll try. You know how I get when I'm stressed."
Stressed. That was all he heard. "You're stressed?"
"Yeah, just a little," you admit.
"Let me help you," he said, coming back into your room.
You turned around in your chair, raising your brow at his statement. "And how would you do that?"
Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with sleepy and lustful eyes. Silence filling the space between you. He needed you, even when he felt like he was gonna pass out. And he would take any chance to get you, only if you would let him. "Let me give you the best head in your life."
The request shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the slight twitch of your right leg whenever you were turned on would always betray you. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his body. "Are you hard?"
"Yeah," he answered honestly. "But you don't have to do anything. I promise."
"I wasn't planning on it," you answered, turning around.
"You still didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask me a question."
"Can I please eat you out," Jaemin repeated as if he was sounding out a word. You could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that if you turned back around, he would be looking at you with that shit eating grin he always does to get his way.
"I doubt you could find the clit, let alone make me cum."
Jaemin snickered at your statement, turning your chair around to face him. "Wanna bet?"
"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, especially not when Jeno's in the other room," you deny.
"Jeno would sleep through a war if he could. I think we'll be okay."
Jaemin smiled to himself watching you turn your chair back around to face your monitor.
"You know that's a lie, and I said what I said." You felt a small piece of you die inside when Jaemin crawled under your desk, face directly in between your legs. He couldn't help himself, and he knew there would only be so many times you pushed him away. But you're so predictable, it's almost funny. You love his sleepy voice and his puffy face, and the only reason he knows this is because you can't speak quietly on the phone.
He would listen to your conversations, listen to the way you talked about him, the things you said about him to your friends. He knows you're two faced, telling him one thing and saying another to other people. Jaemin doesn't know if it's a mistake, especially because you out of all people know how thin the walls are, but he doesn't care.
Jaemin pushed your legs open, half lidded eyes staring at your clothed cunt. "I swear you wore these just to provoke me," he mumbled.
"J-Jaemin wait.." you were completely overwhelmed, a little taken back with how fast things were moving. But the way his hands traveled from your legs to your ass was almost enough to make you forget the kind of game you were playing with him.
Jaemin pulled you closer to him, hands gripping you as he buried his face between your legs. "God, you smell so fucking good," he said, inhaling deeply. "I bet you taste even better."
At this point, you were sure Jeno could hear every word coming out his mouth. It shouldn't have turned you on so much, but it did. Was he listening? Is he jealous, mad it's Jaemin who got to you first? Was he touching himself to the thought of you? You wanted to see. You wanted to hear him. You wanted-
"Stop thinking about him." He practically growled.
You gulped, brows shooting to your forehead. "W-what?"
"I know you're wondering if he's really sleeping, if he can hear you." Jaemin's nose nudged on your clothed bud making you gasp softly. "You don't have to wonder. These walls are paper thin."
You didn't protest when he pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles, brian too preoccupied with the fact that you were about to get eaten out after a long time. But even in these circumstances, you couldn't pause your shit talking. "Still don't think you can make me cum."
Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. He didn't answer you or say anything, just pulled you to the edge of your seat and attached his mouth to your core like a moth to a flame. His tongue moved slowly at first, lapping at all your arousal. His nose nudged against your clit, making you shudder as you let out a soft sigh. But you can't give him the satisfaction yet, so you hold it back. You don't look down at him, you do anything to distract yourself from the man between your legs.
Jaemin doesn't care about your attempts to ignore him, all he cares about is proving you wrong like he always does. His thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he grips your legs tight savoring every feel of the soft flesh. The speed of Jaemin’s tongue quickened as his eyes trailed up your body, his nose continuously nudging your clit. He can hear how much you're trying to stifle your moans not wanting him to know how much you like it.
"Let me hear you."
You kept your mouth closed, biting your lip hard as he continued licking at you. But when he directed his attention to your clit, a reluctant whine escaped your lips. You could feel Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing that you already lost the game you were trying so hard to win. You peeked under your desk for a millisecond only to make direct eye contact with him as he sucked your clit softly. He sucked harder, making you roll your eyes back at the sudden sensation.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
You still didn't answer, closing your eyes to avoid meeting his own. Jaemin flicked his tongue against you faster than before. You were way too sensitive at this point, every movement he made pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. But you couldn't cum just yet, not when that was the only thing you were fighting to not do. But god, it just felt so good, too good.
"If you're gonna ignore me, I'm gonna stop," he said.
"N-no." That was the first thing you said in a while. You couldn't believe it, but you needed him to keep going. You wanted him to keep going. Haven't felt the touch of a man in months, this felt like heaven.
"Then say it," he said.
"Say what?"
"What do you want me to do?
"Keep..eating me out.. obviously."
Jaemin chuckled, running his fingertips along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm already doing that. Tell me what you want me to do Y/N."
His tone was softer, less demanding than before. And now you knew what he was getting at. You knew what he wanted you to say, but you didn't want to give into him too easily. But you needed this so bad. "Make me cum," you answer quietly, voice trembling slightly.
"Say that again. I don't think Jeno heard you clear enough," he teased. You shook your head, refusing to speak. He placed a kiss on your clit, laughing softly when you let out a small sigh. "Are you a good girl?"
Reluctantly, you nodded your head, heat rushing to your face.
"Then say it again."
"Make me cum."
"Of course. Anything for you." Jaemin went at you like a starved man, licking and sucking and kissing every part of you, not leaving a single area untouched. You couldn't force yourself to stay quiet, not when only his tongue was working such wonders on you. Your hands naturally made their way to his hair, pushing it back to see his face better. Jaemin's eyes stared right into yours, eyes blown with lust.
"J-Jaemin," you whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue fast on your sensitive bud. He moaned, licking and slurping up your arousal while pulling your body closer to his. At this point, your hips were starting to fall off the edge of the seat. "I-I'm gonna fall, Jaemin."
Jaemin swiftly adjusted you on your seat, mouth never leaving you. He looked up at you, lids low. The sounds filing the room were sinful, the slurping sounds coupled with both of your moans making your head spin. Your hands tugged at his hair softly at every movement of his tongue.
"I bet you need something in you, don't you?" Jaemin's voice went from your ears right to your cunt. He smiled to himself watching you squeeze around nothing, desperate for anything. "How do my fingers sound?"
"Good Jaemin, fuck," you sighed, almost a little too quickly.
"Someone's a little excited," he laughed. "A little too excited for someone who told me I couldn't make her cum."
Jaemin lined two fingers up, pushing them into you slowly. You could almost cry at the feeling, so sensitive anything could send you over the edge. "M-more," you begged.
Jaemin raised a brow, wicked smile on his lips. "You want another one?"
"Please.."
Jaemin added a third finger, pumping them slowly. Sometimes, he's grateful that he loves giving pleasure, especially because of moments like this. You were so pretty above him, moaning out his name and practically melting in front of him. Your hard, stubborn exterior practically shattered as soon as he put his hands on you. It's funny how fast he got you to beg for him even though he knew how bad you wanted it already.
Jaemin licked at your clit while pumping his fingers inside you with a mission, a look of pure bliss spread over your face. "You're so pretty," he breathed out. "I always thought you were pretty."
You couldn't say anything, especially not when he started to finger you faster and his tongue slowed, arousal leaking all over your gaming chair. Your moans and whimpers started to grow in volume. There was no way you could stay quiet enough for Jeno not to hear now. Jaemin sucked your clit hard, making you groan loudly, tugging at his hair. "Jaemin you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.
"I thought I couldn't." He pumped his fingers in and out quicker, grinning as you came closer and closer. "Maybe I should stop."
"J-Jaemin do not f-fuckin stop." You're brows knit, breath increasing every time he pumped his fingers in and out of you. A tight ball formed in your stomach, muscles beginning to tense under his touch. Jaemin gave your clit one hard lick, making you fall apart instantly. You came on his fingers, clenching on them tightly as you let out a shaky moan.
"That's it, let it out," he cooed. "You did so well for me Y/N."
Jaemin took his fingers out of you, sucking them while staring into your eyes. Your hazy expression was making him go crazy, and he knew he shouldn't keep going but he really couldn't help himself.
Jaemin threw your legs over his shoulders, latching his arms over them before you could move away. "This will be quick okay."
You whined when his tongue came in contact with you again, wiggling its way in your core. Jaemin moaned softly, tasting your cum on his tongue. Your weak pushes at his head were cute, so cute that he had to keep going.
"Jaemin please," you whined,"I..I can't.."
He kept staring at you, not intending to move away or stop. "Be a good girl and cum for me." His tongue was attacking your clit at this point, moving over the bud too fast for you to keep up. Jaemin's grip was so strong you couldn't even squirm away from the chair if you wanted to. He sucked hard, the feeling shooting through your body making your hands and legs weak.
Your body trembled when you came again, soft cries of curses spilling from your lips. And Jaemin still didn't stop. He licked up every single drop, not wanting to waste a bit. He didn't know when you were going to let him do this again even though he knew you would come back to him eventually. At this point, he was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of you, scent of you, just you.
Jaemin finally loosened the grip on your legs, letting them fall off his shoulders. The both of you were breathing heavily since the adrenaline was still rushing. He didn't say anything and neither did you even when he came from under the table. Jaemin stood up, large figure looking over you as you tried to catch your breath.
"I'm going in my room," he said,"I'll..see you later."
You let him leave, not saying a word as you slumped in your seat. You were never going to live this moment down, letting him go down on you like that. And practically control you. And now that he's away, you're going to have to be tortured with hearing him touch himself in the next room over.
But all you could really say at the moment was that it in fact was the best head of your life.
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It'd been 3 days since Jaemin completely overpowered you, beating you at your own game. And being forced to watch him go on with his day like nothing happened was driving you crazy, especially when he kept dropping little references of the events.
What's even worse is Jeno pretending he didn't hear anything. Pretending you weren't practically screaming Jaemin's name 3 days ago. But he did keep staring at you and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You never could. Jeno was always good at hiding it until he wanted you to know.
And now you're alone in your apartment with him while Jaemin is at work for the night. The last thing you wanted to be was alone with Jeno, especially when he was in a bad mood like now.
You walked into the kitchen wanting to get something to eat without disturbance, but Jeno was already there. You looked at him, body leaning against the counter with his head in his hand. You and Jeno hadn't really had an actual conversation in 3 days. You were a bit afraid of him saying something that would remind you of the sinful things that took place in your room.
You walked past him, not really paying him any mind, but you could still feel his eyes on your back. And just as you were about to reach into the cabinet, he said something you were definitely not expecting.
"You're such a bitch."
You turned around, brow raised so high it could probably hit the roof. "I'm a what now?"
"You're a bitch," he repeated. Jeno looked at you with a straight face. There was nothing in his body language that suggested that he was doing this to mess with you. He was dead serious.
You squint your eyes, scoffing at his words. "Don't call me a bitch."
Jeno gave you a dry laugh, taking his hand from his face. "You don't think it's bitchy to have sex with your roommate when your other roommate was in the other room?"
"Are you mad it wasn't you," you snapped. You watched as Jeno lifted his body off the counter and walked to you slowly. He placed his arm beside your body, leaning close over yours, a dark smirk written across his face.
"I'm just surprised you gave into him so easily seeing that you deny me all the time." He couldn't keep eye contact with you, especially not when you were in the kitchen in nothing but leggings and that goddamn tank top. The white one you constantly wore with nothing underneath. You knew exactly what you were doing, and that's something Jeno always found attractive about you.
"My eyes are up here," you said, lifting his chin to look at you.
Jeno clicked his tongue annoyed. "You always try to put on this tough act, and it's really annoying."
"Can't be as annoying as this conversation."
"Then walk away, unless you wanna keep having this conversation," he said. You hesitated to move, making Jeno laugh. He pulled you back, pushing you on the counter.
"I was walking away," you said, trying to sound completely unphased when you were completely turned on by it.
"You just love playing hard to get, don't you," he mumbled, leaning into your neck. "You love it when we chase. Don't lie." You didn't speak, you just let him kiss your neck softly. He pressed his body against yours, parting your legs with his knee. Jeno wraps a hand around your neck, chuckling softly when your breath hitches. "I can't believe I was letting you walk around here like this without touching you," he mumbled.
Jenos other hand made its way to your ass, groping you roughly. He watched your face, taking in the slight pleasure you felt being at his mercy. Jeno tightened the hold on your neck slightly, earning a soft gasp from you.
"If you're gonna do something, do it," you grumbled.
"What if I wanna take my time with you hm? I bet you'd like that. I mean, you did 3 days ago," he teased. Jeno moved his hand from your ass to between your legs, rubbing you through your leggings. His brow arched at the sticky wet sensation covering his fingers through the fabric. "You aren't even wearing panties. It's like you came in here with the intention of me fucking you."
With one quick movement, Jeno's hand was in your leggings, rubbing you in circles slowly. "It's just funny that you're so quiet now. Make all those pretty noises you made for pretty boy." Jeno pressed his fingers harder into you. He watched as you began to lose yourself with that sweet sinister smile of his. You didn't stop him when he pulled your tank top up, immediately groping your left breast. "God I love these pretty tits."
Your panting was only getting faster, his hand on your clit rubbing you faster while fondling your breast, you could barely hear anything he was saying. You were gonna cum quick, all you needed was a little more and-
"I think I'll stop here. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much."
It's embarrassing how fast you stopped him from pulling his hand out your pants, forcing it back down to where it was before. "Jeno, please don't play around," you pleaded.
He snickered at your pleading, fingers immediately making their way back between your legs. Jeno slowly pushed two inside you, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. He pumped his fingers in you, kissing your lips softly. Having no idea what to do with your hands, you held onto his arms, biceps flexing in your hands. "Jeno," you moaned softly.
"You liked that hm," he said in your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this?"
"Y-yeah."
He fingered you faster, the palm of his hand stimulating your clit at the same time. You held onto his arms tighter, closing your eyes as you let your head fall on his shoulder. The moans and whimpers fell through your lips so easily under his touch. Between his hand on your chest and the one in your pants you could barely concentrate on your surroundings.
So when Jaemin suddenly opened the door when he was supposed to get home three hours from now, startled couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your panicked face. Jeno kept going, not giving a single fuck of who just came in the apartment. But even though you were startled, no matter how compromising the position you were in was, it still managed to turn you on even more.
"Jesus, you're a slut aren't you," Jeno teased. "You love the fact that he came in here unannounced with my fingers in your pussy?"
You shook your head, burying your face in his neck. "S-shut up."
"Are we gonna do this now," Jaemin asked, finally breaking his silence.
You looked over at him, confusion and pleasure on your face. "Do what?"
"I guess we can. But I need her to cum first." Jeno and Jaemin were talking like you weren't even there, saying things you didn't even understand. But every time you thought to ask questions, a moan left your lips, making you squeeze his arm again. "Cum Y/N," he said in your ear lowly. "Cum for me."
Your legs are weak, the only thing holding your body up is Jeno's hand under you. He moves his hand faster, palm rubbing your clit harder. "S-shit.." You came hard, grasping his biceps for dear life before you fell into Jeno’s shoulder.
"I'll never get enough of that face," Jaemin mumbled, teeth toying with his lip as he watched you.
Jeno pulled his hand from your leggings, sticking his fingers in your mouth almost immediately. "Suck."
And you did, swirling your tongue around the digits like you were gonna get a grade for it. Jeno watched you, his usual smirk spreading on his face.
"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore." Jaemin walked over to both of you. Jeno moved out of the way, letting Jaemin pick you up and throw your body over his shoulder.
"Wait, what are you guys doing," you panic.
"Don't play dumb you know exactly what's going on," Jeno answered. They walked to your room, practically kicking the door open. You let out a tiny scream when Jaemin dropped you on your bed with no warning, looking at them completely lost.
"You're so cute, like a lost puppy," Jaemin said. He took his hoodie off, having nothing underneath it. Jeno made quick work of his own shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room. "Are you gonna be good for us?"
"I-I.." you were in complete shock. This was something you fantasized about for way too long, touching yourself to the thought of both of them taking care of you at the same time. You craved it way more than they would ever know. But everything was happening way too fast. So when Jaemin pushed you down on bed, pulling your leggings off, it was like whiplash. Jeno took your tank off quickly, throwing it in a random place.
Jaemin sat himself behind you, leaning on your head board as he pulled your body to him. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. He kissed your neck slowly while Jeno laid between your legs, mouth already attaching to your core.
You let out a small gasp as the feeling of Jeno’s mouth and the feeling of Jaemin's hands on your chest clouded your senses. Jeno ate you out like it was his last meal ever, not giving you enough time to recover from the prior activities in the kitchen. His tongue ravaged you, moans and groans sending vibrations to your clit like crazy. And Jaemin's constant kissing and humming against your skin was not making it better.
"You know I'm kind of a pervert," Jaemin whispered, a small smile on his lips. You were leaning on him, your head falling back on to his shoulder as Jeno worked his tongue on you. Jaemin stared down at the sight between your legs, eyelids getting heavy with lust watching the show in front of him. "I like to watch."
His fingers tweaked and pinched at your nipples, unholy noises spilling from your lips easily. He was growing harder and harder, his bulge rubbing on your ass. "Doesn't it feel good," he whispered in your ear. His soft voice sent butterflies to your stomach, a trembling breath unintentionally making its way out.
"Y-yeah."
"Tell him it feels good." Jaemin rolled your nipples in his fingers making you grip your blanket.
"I-it feels good Jeno," you moaned softly.
"Good girl. You're always so good for me." Jeno hooked his arms around your legs, tugging your body a little lower. Jaemin snickered at your surprised expression, hands still working on your chest. "God you're so cute."
Jeno's tongue moved faster, groaning softly against you constantly. You bit your lip starting to grind on his tongue. Your constant moans filled the room, every single sense becoming heightened when you feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm.
Jaemin tilted your head to him, kissing you messily. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing with yours as Jeno kept going. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way your breathing was picking up and your trembling hands on the blanket. "You're close, aren't you baby," he mumbled on your lips.
You nodded fast, brows knitting when Jeno sucked your clit hard. Jaemin watched your face as your eyes rolled back and body tense at the sensation.
"Look at me when you cum okay?"
"O-oh my god," you moaned loudly. Your hand shot up to his wrist, squeezing it tightly as your body tense up even more. You couldn’t stop yourself, grinding on Jeno's tongue even harder as you came.
"That's it baby, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." Jaemin kissed you, biting your lip softly as you moaned into his mouth. His hands left your chest, rubbing them down your naked body.
Jeno stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You always knew he had the body of a Greek god but goodness, it didn't hit you hard until now. Jeno tugged his sweats and boxers off, letting his length spring free. He was big, bigger than you thought. You've felt him through his pants many times on the occasions that he slipped behind you or something. But Jesus, it's nothing like seeing the real thing.
"Face down, ass up," Jeno ordered.
Clumsily, you pulled your body out of Jaemin's arms and flipped yourself over. Trying to get yourself on your knees, you slipped, face falling directly into Jaemin's lap. Jaemin gave you a soft chuckle, hand patting your head as you fixed yourself.
"Where's your condoms," Jeno asked.
"Fuck all of that. I need you Jeno," you whined. You subconsciously wiggled your hips, begging for him to take you right there. You've never been so needy for something in your life, but he managed to bring it out of you.
"You need me?" His tone was condescending and mean, but he had that sweet smile on his face. "How bad do you need me?" He took his length, guiding it up and down your slit.
"Real bad," you breathed out, pushing more against him. "So bad, I could die right now."
"You always had a way with words," he mumbled. Jeno pushed his tip into you slowly, making you smile at the stretch. His brows furrowed as he pushed the rest of himself in you, feeling you squeeze tightly around him.
"Fuck you're so big," you whined softly.
Jeno rocked his hips into you, every movement making you moan softly. Your head was between Jaemin's lap as he watched the other male fuck you from behind. You looked up, feeling a small tap on your head. Jaemin was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you and Jeno have all the fun did you?"
Lifting yourself on your elbows, moans and whines falling from your mouth as you pull Jaemin out his sweats. He was just a s big as Jeno, and he knew it. The way he was looking down at you, he knew you would have a hard time. Little did he know you liked having a hard time.
"Spit on it."
His words made you clench around Jeno, making the man behind you groan softly. You did as you were told, letting a ball of saliva fall from your lips onto his tip.
"You listen so well," Jaemin praised.
You were so fucked out of your mind at this point, you wanted nothing but to be praised by him. You licked around his tip, looking up at him for his approval with begging eyes. You sunk your head down more, getting more of him into your mouth, sucking him softly. Your brows furrowed, moaning on his length as Jeno started to speed up his thrust. Jaemin could happily die right here, one of his biggest fantasies unraveling in a way he never imagined. And you were just so open to letting him use you, to letting Jeno use you.
His lids hung low, soft moans and pants leaving his lips as you bobbed your head following Jeno's rhythm. "We should've done this ages ago," Jaemin mumbled, fingers running through your hair. He grasped it hard, following your movements with his hand, but if you kept going, he was surely going to cum in your mouth. Jaemin pulled you off of him slowly, knitting his brows at the loss of your mouth. "You're way too good at that," he huffed out.
Jeno's low grunts mixed with your moans and whimpers made Jaemin grow harder and harder every second. Jeno pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"You love this don't you," Jeno breathed.
"Yeah." Your voice was shaky, about to break at any moment.
"All it took was my fingers to break you. God, you're a slut."
You needed more, and you couldn't take the sight of Jaemin sitting in front of you, hard length sitting there untouched. Jaemin's eyes shot to you as you took him in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head. "You really..must want me to cum in your mouth."
You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his tip. "Y-yeah," you moaned. "Use me."
There was something in Jaemin's eyes that changed. Without a word he gasped as he pushed himself back into your mouth. You opened your mouth as far as you could letting him fuck your mouth like you were his own personal fleshlight. Your eyes were screwed shut, the impact of Jeno inside you and Jaemin constantly hitting the back of your throat sending you into a sensory overload. You were so sensitive, everything was starting to hurt, but it hurt so good.
You gagged, tears immediately gathering in your water line. Jaemin pulled you off him, breathing heavily seeing you caught and moaning at Jeno's movements. Spit was dribbling down your chin, but it's not like you could've known anyway. Not when Jeno was fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant. You wouldn't mind it honestly, and you know he wouldn't either.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jeno grunted through his teeth. He lifted his knee, one foot laying flat on the mattress to get a better angle. "Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy."
At this point you were sure you weren't going to be able to walk the next day or the day after that. You felt your body becoming tense, a tight ball forming in your stomach. "J-Jeno, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered loudly.
"Open your mouth."
Jaemin's voice startled you for a second, completely overtaken with the feeling of Jeno. You glanced down seeing Jaemin stroke himself fast. He looked so pretty when he was about to cum. The sweat glistened on his forehead, mouth hanging open, pretty pink cock pulsing in his hand. You opened your mouth, panting loudly feeling yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.
And just as Jaemin came, letting the thick ropes of cum hit your tongue and face all over, so did you, squeezing tightly around Jeno like you were holding him in for dear life. Loud moans and whimpers bounced off the walls while your hands gripped your blanket so tight it hurt. But Jeno wouldn't stop, not until he came deep in you.
"How does a mini me running around here sound," he chuckled darkly.
"Good, so fucking good." You were delirious. You didn't even know what you were agreeing to at this point, not until he gripped your hips hard and painted your insides white. The panic didn't set in until 2 seconds later, your brows knitting in worry, but you also felt yourself liking it. You liked that he didn't pull out, and it felt so good. Like he owned you.
Your body slumped as Jeno pulled out of you, breathing heavily into your arms. You shuddered, feeling him push his seed back into you as it fell down your thighs.
Jaemin couldn't wait for you to catch your breath, getting up when Jeno moved off the bed behind you. Jaemin took your body, flipping you into your back with one quick movement.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, stripping completely naked in front of you.
You couldn't even speak, your throat was too sore to say anything and your brain was completely fried. Jaemin lifted your legs, spreading them gently.
"I'm not like him," he said, tone sweeter than you expected. "I won’t fuck you so rough." His eyes scanned your body, going from your cum covered face to your pretty chest, to your cunt. "But I will make you scream my name."
Jaemin lined his length with your core, pushing himself in you in one swift motion. You held your legs up, staring at where the both of you met. When Jaemin started thrusting into you, you couldn’t keep your voice down. Every movement he made felt like heaven. The raspy whimpers that left your mouth were music to his ears - it made him want to fuck you till your couldn't even remember your name.
"You're so good for me," he breathed, smiling when you nodded fast.
You looked beside you, seeing Jeno watch the both of you, touching himself. "Come here," you breathed.
Jeno bit his lip softly, doing what you said. You moved his hand, replacing it with your own as you lifted your head, wrapping your lips around his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as you sucked him off. Jeno can't remember a time where he was turned on this much in his life. You were just so good, so weak, so careful even when you were being fucked way past your limit.
"She's still so tight after you fucked her open." Jaemin snapped his hips into you hard, making you groan loudly around Jeno. "What a fucking slut."
Jeno chuckled darkly looking at your desperate soft expression. It was funny to him, how you still managed to look cute and innocent with a dick in your mouth and cum on your face.
Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they both rocked into you at different yet quick paces, causing your mind to spin miles a minute. “God she’s so fucking good for us, taking both our cocks so well. You feel good baby?”
Jeno’s words caused you to shake in pleasure, moaning around him in response. There was no way you’d ever be able to feel this good with anyone else. You didn’t just feel good, you felt fucking euphoric.
“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” you let out a muffed cry as Jaemin’s hand found it’s way to your sensitive clit. Rolling and pinching it between his fingers. The desperation in Jaemin’s voice paired with your over sensitive body from your first orgasm created a whole new level of pleasure. You were close…And they both knew it.
The way you tightened around Jaemin and the high pitched moans breaking past your cock stuffed mouth was a dead giveaway. “Are you going to come for us again Y/N? Is being double stuffed making you feel good?” Something about the tone of Jeno’s voice was just what you needed to be sent over the edge.
Your orgasm shook through you in waves. “F-fuck I’m cumming Y/N. Take it well baby.” Jaemin rocked into you before stilling his hips. Shooting his seed deep into you with breathy groans.
Not being too far behind Jeno’s pace became sloppy. Once a consistent quick pace he now fucked your mouth with unsteady thrusts. Jeno held your head in place as he came in your mouth making sure you took every single drop he had to give. Once he was done he slowly pulled himself out of your mouth.
Jaemin pulled out of your pussy causing you to clench at the sudden loss of him. Suddenly your mind felt as if it was on autopilot. As you felt his cum leak out of your hole you pulled Jeno down into a heated kiss feeling him groan from the taste of him on your tongue. “Oh? Forgetting all about me now?”
Jaemin pouted as you pulled away from Jaemin weakly reaching out to the man. Smiling he leaned down kissing you passionately. “Did you have fun Y/N?” Not having too much energy left you nodded leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Cmon Y/N let’s get you cleaned up.”
The three of you would definitely need to have a conversation later about their little ambush but for now you think I’d be okay to let it slide.
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nouvellevqgue · 2 months
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THE KETCHUP THEORY
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pairing: charles leclerc x reader
summary: will he pass the tiktok trend?
content warnings: unedited, complicated ass story, i don't even know what's going on here
author's note: okay i've seen soooo many of them great fics about these theories, and so now i am tempted🤭.
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“chaaaarleeesss! come here, hurry up!” you shout, calling his name loudly in the house's kitchen counter. smirking slightly at the hidden camera in front of you, recording your actions in front of the tiny camera that you hide behind the various flowers.
a hushed footsteps could be heard from the downstairs as he walked as fast as he can to reach out to you, “what, babe? what happened?” he asked hurriedly. his brows furrowed and his face showed concern. but it only turned to frown at the sight of you looking at him, smirking, with a splatter of a messy smashed package of heinz ketchup in the counter.
he sighed when he saw the mess of the ketchup beside you, “oh my god, who did this?” he said, voice shrieking at the end, and resulting you to laugh at his behavior.
“mimi did that!” you accused, making the poor dog whimper in results. “i don't believe mimi did that. she's a good girl, aren't you mimi.” he said, turning around as he ruffles her fur, making her bark at him softly.
you can only smile slightly at the sight of your boyfriend with his beloved dog.
“so, can you clean the ketchup?” you asked, and he dramatically turned his head at you, making you laugh loudly at the sight.
“what, why?”
“my nails, it's still wet.” you said, showing him your new color of your nails, a deep shade of a crimson colored it.
“are you sure it's mimi?” he's still insisted on asking you that, as if he didn't believe to your saying. “it could be jack...” he mumbles.
“hey, jack would never!” you replied, leaving you and him to debate on which dog actually leave the ketchup mess. literally forgetting about the camera and the plan that you've been making for your tiktok.
but in the end, he gave in and immediately took a tissue from next to the sink and rolled it into a fairly thick roll of tissue.
he also wiped the roll of tissue on the spilled ketchup, causing the spilled ketchup to become even more messy.
you gasped when he did that, and you're immediately taking the tissue from his hand.
“oh gosh, what are you doing!” and now it's your turn to shriek at the sight of his cleaning technique, and there's charles with his face looking quite startled as you were taking the tissue out of his hand quickly.
“that is how i clean!”
“well, that is not clean, cha.”
the video ended and just like that, the trend has been proven by himself and the tiny camera you hide.
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Y/N'S TIKTOK COMMENTS SECTION
justamelie12 NOOOO HE'S THAT ONE MAN WHO RUB IT ALL UP LIKE THAT
verstappendududu What am I expecting here tbh🤷🤦
sirhervemarc That typical rich man who said i could do it but in the end that they can't.
luisalando4ever i can feel her frustration from here😭😭
scrubdaddy you need some cleaning lesson to do, right yourusername?
janicekingston why is he like this💀
georgemergency the dog talk for that 10 seconds is kinda worth more than the actual content actually...
brisiaclair "that's how i clean" and that's gonna took him an eternity to finish.
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momotorin · 3 months
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heya @idlesana i have news to say
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gp! professor!sana is the sweetest, most responsive professor you've ever had. it's so crazy that she's patient with everyone, especially you. she knows that you've been having difficulty with her class, and makes sure that you're understanding and passing everything.
she's been too patient with you and you just can't help but to adore this absolute glory of a woman— kind, beautiful, and fuck does she know how to make you sit.
well, it wasn't your fault to miss her class. it was your best friend's party, and she's your first class, so you went to her class, half-awake, half-sober.
that was the only day you saw miss minatozaki mad. (and fuck, she's hot.)
after the class, she makes you sit, stares at you with her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose and looks through it with literally the angriest (hottest) version you've seen her.
"you're late, y/n," she stood up, hands on table, still looking at you. "it's your first class of the first semester yet you're here like some drunk fuck."
"so what?" you sighed. "miss sana i do appreciate the comcern but you can't j-"
"what do you mean by i can't just?" she inches closer to you, sitting just on top of the table with her eyebrows creasing in the middle, in anger with what you just said.
"you've said it before to me," she lowly chuckles. "you," she points at your chest. "cannot," she does it again, a little more forcefully. "pass," you try to make her stop, but you just froze at her reaction. "this," she looks at you. "fucking class," she presses, a little more to make you feel a certain pain. "without me."
"i mean it's just a reaction since you've been really helpf-"
"did you think i'm just supposed to be helpful to you all the time? dumb bitch." her hands are now on both sides of your chair, looking down on you. "not even trying to listen to me, just busy with her shitfaced hangover."
"miss min-"
she puts a finger on your lips to shut you up. "don't even try to reason it out. where were you last night? out being fucked by some girl, drunk, on the streets? you look like you'd be the type to."
"no, for fucks sake that was my best friend's party," i chuckled at her. "just got really drunk and it must happens th-"
"another worth from your filthy mouth or i'm going to punish you."
you just nodded, feeling her backing away from you.
"let's make a compromise," she sighs, leaning against her table once more. "let me fuck you like little bitch you are, and i'm going to help you pass. hell, i'd even retell the whole lesson when you're fully sober. deal?"
you couldn't stop yourself, so you stood up to take her into a kiss, deep, passionate, as your tongues clash with each other.
"oh, um," you pulled away, seeing sana display a smirk. "uh.. sorry i-"
"don't be," she chuckles as she held your cheek. she comes close to your ear, whispering, "bend your ass over for me on the table like the little slut you are."
you did, as told, and she pulls down your pants, leaving you in your red, lace panties.
"pretty," she chuckles, tracing her hands on the pattern that drew along your ass. "who's got you dressing up like this, hm?"
"i just didn't have anything lef-"
"i told you, dumb slut," she faces you again, now removing her tie from her neck, pulling it to tie on your wrists. "no talking until i say so. got it, baby?"
you just nodded, complying with her condition. she unbuttons her white dress shirt, slow, teasing as you just watch her get undressed infront of you.
she humms, finally removing her shirt, unclasping her bra. she then moves on to her skirt, revealing a skintight compression boxer underneath.
"fuck," she grunts, hurrying to move the boxers to free her 10 inch cock. "hmm," she sighs, finally removing the length, so hard and ready that you heard it slap to her stomach.
"open up," she held you by the cheek, making you look up at her. "be a good girl and suck mommy's cock." she says, tapping the head on your mouth, forcing you to open. you opened your mouth for her, the length and girth consuming until the tip of your throat, choking you. she puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail as she ruts her hips, not even letting you room to breathe.
"fuck, so tight," she grunts once more, fucking into your mouth faster, making you gag on her cock. "can't take it all, hm?" she teases, making her thrusts slow but forceful.
"take it," she sighs, cumming in your mouth, pulling out to let herself see you receive her cum. "swallow, baby," she said, putting a hand on your cheek. "be a good girl."
you swallow, looking into her eyes like pleading to remove the itch between your thighs.
she then moves, going to your ass, spanking it hard enough to make you yelp.
she pulls your panties down, seeing a trail of wetness that had formed. she kneels and spreads your ass cheeks apart, letting herself see your wetness, so ready and inviting.
she licks a stripe from your clit, to your slit, making her tongue taste your arousal and need for her.
you whined, and received another spank, removing her tongue away fron you.
"so desperate," she lowly chuckles as she stood up, lining her length to your wet, needy little pussy. "i bet you're going to be so tight and warm for me, huh."
she inserts herself in an instant, her full length and girth stretching you whole. "fuck!" you screamed in shock.
she giggled as she leaned to whisper on you. "bet it's your first time to be fucked like this, huh."
you just nodded as she thrusted, slow, getting used to the tightness of your cunt.
"fuck, maybe it's your first time," she says. "is it?"
"yeah, ah," you moaned, tearing up as the stretch was really painful, but her being so deep inside you brings you some kind of pleasure you couldn't explain. she lets you hold onto her hand, as she thrusts in and out of your wetness, slow, gentle, trying to get you to be a little loose. "more."
"yeah, more?" she says, now her hands are placed on both sides of your waist as she builds up her speed. "if you're going to behave, and be my little cocksleeve, i'll give you the most, hm?" she whispered, letting herself succumb into your tightness.
safe to say her best was to let you go down the hallways limping.
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sssilverstoned · 2 months
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couples quiz ꩜ ln4
type: transcription from a youtube video
The GQ couples quiz goes precisely how you both, and your PR teams, expect it to
lily said: i just love world building (even if im not the best at it) so i can't ever leave a concept or pairing alone, so it goes!
part 1 part 2 part 3 2.5ish interlude
Y/N: Why do I feel like I left the oven on in the kitchen?
Lando: Well, because you did. I turned it off on our way out, don't worry about it.
y/n turns to the camera with a bright smile, and lando smiles at the sight of her own.
Y/N: My hero, everyone!
Y/N: And um, I guess we're getting started now? So hi, I'm Y/N L/N, a model and creative director currently based out of Europe.
Lando: And I'm Lando Norris, a driver for McLaren Racing's Formula 1 Team, and this is the GQ couples quiz. And if I may add, I absolutely think I'm going to win.
Y/N: I'm not even dignifying that with banter.
lando turns to the camera, an eyebrow raised.
Lando: Fun fact: Y/N's quite genuinely the most competitive person I've met in my entire life.
y/n's jaw drops with a scoff.
Y/N: No shot! You race for a living, for crying out loud.
Lando: Trust me, Love, you take the cake.
y/n rolls her eyes with no charge, a smile still on both of their faces and small looks exchanged between the two of them,
Y/N: Alright, you first. What's my favorite color?
Lando: (your favorite color), easy. it's the color of your phone case right now too.
Y/N: Yup. What's my favorite place I've traveled?
Lando: You loved Venice, no?
y/n winces, weighing her hands back and forth.
Y/N: I did, but that's not my favorite. In my whole life, I'd say,
Both: Jamaica!
they laugh at their unison.
Lando: And I knew that, I knew that! Because of your grandparents.
y/n nods fondly, giggling at how lando beats himself up about getting one wrong.
Y/N: Alright, what am I most scared of?
Lando: You're petrified of spiders.
y/n gags, and shudders.
Y/N: Don't even get me started.
lando turns to the camera with a faux look of exhaustion.
Lando: This girl refused to go into our bedroom for 3 hours once when I was out because there was a spider on the vanity.
Y/N: Whatever. Where did I go to school?
Lando: Switzerland and New York, very posh.
Y/N: You're calling me posh?
Lando: Can't the pot and the kettle both be black?
a producer bursts out in laughter in the background, making the couple do the same. there's a fondness in both their eyes as they double over in laughter.
Y/N: Okay, okay, almost done. What food do I love and hate?
Lando: You hate mushrooms, and for some reason, you really don't like salmon. As for what you do like, you get stir-fry and noodles a lot, but only from specific places. And you love tomato soup, that's the number one.
Y/N: Right again, nice baby! You make a good one now, by the way.
he winks at her.
Y/N: Who is my celebrity crush?
lando scoffs.
Lando: Dylan O'Brien.
Y/N: Forever and ever. My birthday?
Lando: March 10th, a spicy pisces, as you say.
Y/N: Hey, Olivia Rodrigo herself called me that.
Lando: And what about Scorpios?
Y/N: Nope, not your turn yet, I've got one last question.
lando takes a dramatic breath.
Lando: Alright, hit me with it.
Y/N: Where did we go on our first date?
a big smile grows on lando's face.
Lando: We went to a music show one of our friends recommended, and we both thought it was awful but didn't say anything because we didn't want to leave and have the date be over, so we listened to the most shit jazz music for an hour and a half just to be around each other.
Y/N: Best result from the worst music I've ever heard.
Lando: Ditto. Now, hand me the cards, yeah? I'm about to stump you so good.
the camera transitions to y/n now in the hotseat answering questions, lando teasingly taking his job very seriously with the question cards.
Lando: Alright. Where am I from?
Y/N: Bristol, thought you said you'd stump me?
Lando: This is literally question 1?
lando turns to the producers.
Lando: You see what I mean? Ferocious.
Lando: Moving on, what is our favorite show to watch together?
Y/N: We're rewatching Prison Break, so I'd say that?
Lando: I'll give you that one. Ugh, what was I wearing when we first met? Fucks sake, can we skip this one?
y/n sputters over him.
Y/N: Absolutely not, we're not skipping over this!
Lando: Oh come on, Love-
Y/N: I swear to you, the very first time I met Lando, he came to my 18th birthday party in a full on basketball kit!
Lando: I was told it was "Space Jam" themed!
Y/N: As in dress like you're in space, you fool! Not the Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny movie!
Lando: Needless to say, I was mortified. Seems like she still thought I was cute though, no?
another wink is sent to the camera.
Lando: What's your biggest pet peeve about me?
Y/N: You spoil everything. I can't ever watch a show or a movie without you walking in and going, "Oh, this is the episode before he dies." Like? Who does that?
Lando: Yeah, ah, guilty. Working on it. Eh, not really. What's my nickname for you?
Y/N: Cradle robber.
another producer reacts to this. a sputtering shock of laugh. "you call her WHAT?"
Y/N: We're the same age, mind you.
Lando: Wrong, you've been alive 8 months longer than me on this planet! 3/4 of a year, mind you. But I've got real nicknames for you.
Y/N: Yeah, you do. You call me Love, more than you say my name, so it always feels odd when you do say it.
lando doesn't respond with his voice, but the fond look in his eyes and nod at her answer.
Lando: What irritates me the most?
Y/N: About me? Or, like, in life?
Lando: Life, nothing irritates me about you.
Y/N: Oh, please. But, in life, you're pretty irritable when it comes to selfish people. You've always been like that, though, very compassionate and not a fan of people who aren't.
Lando: Very true, never thought of it like that, I guess. Just don't be an asshole, you know?
Y/N: See? Irritated.
Lando: Anyway. We're on our last question, so I guess you've won because it's not a point question.
Y/N: I won't rub this one in your face, just because you've been a great interviewer.
he gives her a gracious nod, and y/n rolls her eyes.
Lando: You'll never ever know how grateful I am. Final Question, what's something that you weren't expecting about me that you love about me?
Y/N: Oh goodness, are you wanting me to cry? Well, I think something that was initially a hard adjustment was the intensity of your racing schedule, and doing long distance sometimes. We don't really see each other sometimes, but when we do, you always sleep in. And at first it was really annoying to me, because we only have like, 3 days together, wake up! Let's do something! But once you told me that you let yourself sleep in on those days because it's a time to just, be, and we can do it together. So I guess my answer is, I wasn't expecting to love how much you love little moments. You've taught me to be grateful for things we take for granted, and I don't know, I think it's helped me through a lot.
lando stays still for a bit, an adoring look on his face as his eyes swell with what we think were happy tears. we're hoping so, at least.
Lando: I can't wait to marry you one day.
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THE DRIEST SPELL OF THEM ALL (7.1k) — bakugou katsuki x f!reader
✎ᝰ you've only been in a relationship with bakugou for a short while, but you can't help but think it's strange that you haven't had sex. guess it's time to change that.
࿄ ! warnings — nsfw, straight up penetrative sex, established relationship, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, lots of praise and feelings, bakugou is a sweetie pie, not a safe space for minors, reader is a college student and bkg is a pro hero.
/ note. this is my first, long fic and i'm so excited to share it with you guys. honestly was so fun to write and it has a lot of plot but who is uma if she doesn't have loads of self-indulgent dialogue?? anyways minors please do not interact with this and to the rest of you, please enjoy my very smutty fanfic.
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to bakugou, the first time you and him have sex happens out of the blue. the relationship is relatively new and fresh - only around three-four months in. you do think it is kind of weird that you guys haven’t crossed the line of actually doing the deed.
you both have tiptoed the threshold of making out and soft touches. like when he came over to your place and you both made out after dinner together. you offered to put on a movie - just a random romance flick that you don’t seem to remember now; considering the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a meat cleaver.
just three months ago, it had been your third date and you’d only passed a few light touches and long hugs at this juncture so when he put his hand on your bare knee, it was game over. you pounced on the blond and kissed him for as long as your breath willed you to. it just probably was not the best idea for you to try to undress on your couch.
“is it alright if i take this off?” you say, going to grab the hems of your light pink shirt that wasn’t doing enough to cover the hardness of your nipples. bakugou nosed at your jaw and kissed at your neck before he bit back a groan at this and rested his hands at hem of your skirt before nodding.
“fuck, you don’t gotta ask me, princess. just do it.” your hands slipped under your shirt and revealed underside of your boobs - which bakugou was ready to smooth his hands over until the footsteps of someone approached your living room.
“hey y/n- oh my GOD. i am so sorry oh-” and the footsteps are heard running to another room before a SLAM! echoes in the distance. you had not anticipated that your roommate would be arriving home so early but then again, common sense would have told you to go to your bedroom.
alas, it was too late. the mood had dampened significantly and bakugou awkwardly made his way out of your apartment - failing to look at you or your red faced roommate. he did, however, send a text apologising to the both of you and by the next day, everything had seemingly been forgotten.
the sexual tension had not been forgotten.
there would be many more days where you and bakugou would get hot and steamy before being interrupted by his friends, or a phone call coaxing him back to work, or the fact that the both you were super busy. he was an up and coming hero and while your career wasn’t as demanding as your better half, you were a busy college student: with assignments piling by the day, leaving you with little time to do anything with your boyfriend… which left you both sexually frustrated and unsatisfied… until now.
“there’s so many hot guys here. i should really pick you up more often,” sighs mina happily as she waves at a guy on your campus.
“mina, you are literally a pro hero. you could find a guy way hotter than… the guy who literally sits behind me in my pharmacy class. and he’s a stupid fuckboy, by the way.”
“good thing is i have a thing for stupid fuckboys,” she smiles and you roll your eyes. “but enough about meeee,” she drawls and you groan out loud, “what’s up with you and mr dynamight?” you both reach a red light and she turns to wiggle her eyebrows at you.
“nothing. well, not nothing - we’re fine. just fine.”
“you guys haven’t had sex yet?”
you splutter indignantly and mina taps onto the steering wheel and nods empathetically.
“what- when did i even imply that-”
“a girl always knows when her friend hasn’t done the do with her boyfriend yet. always. you’d be glowing and bubbly and happy but here you are… low-key awkward, not glowing. you don’t have that post-sex first time glow-”
you yell over her ramblings, “okay, OKAY, i get it. fine, we haven’t had sex. but it’s not like we - i don’t want to. it’s just time and finding the privacy to… fuck. and you literally work with katsuki. you know how pedantic he is about his work and his free time.”
“so you’re saying he doesn’t want to fuck? or that he’s avoiding you?” quizzes mina and it’s your turn to sigh, albeit a little sadly.
“i don’t think he’s avoiding me but whenever we get to the point of just doing… it, something happens and now he just doesn’t really initiate it? i don’t know if it’s because he just knows we’ll be interrupted or he just doesn’t want to anymore… am i overthinking it?”
mina parks her car and stares straight on to fully digest what you say before nodding.
“no you’re not - but this is BAKUGOU we’re talking about. he’s not your average guy. have you seen the way he looks at you? it’s like he wants to eat you every time you enter a room. like genuinely i have never seen a more feral man so this is very surprising news to me,” ponders mina and you laugh a little at her admission, kind of grateful for it. before you can say anything, she turns to you and grabs your shoulders.
“i have the perfect idea! we’re having a party at the agency tomorrow night and you should “go.”,” she gestures with finger quotes. you look at her strangely and raise a brow.
“I should “go?”” you copy her gestures and she nods vehemently.
“are you catching my drift?…” you shake your head in confusion and she rolls her eyes, “jeez, okay, look, i’ll remind bakugou about the get together and i’ll tell him that i told you about it. he’ll invite you and when the day comes, you guys just don’t go.”
“we don’t show up? but why-” the cogs in your mind turn inquisitively before you put two and two together at mina’s wiggling brows and you “ohhhhh” in mutual understanding.
“you know, that’s not a half bad idea. as long as you can everyone to not question our absence…”
mina laughs, offended a little at your quip, “y/n, baby, lovely. when i make a proposition, i tie up all the loose ends. it’s just up to you to find the right time and place. you get one evening to sort your sexual tension out. after that, it’s smooth sailing. and i prayyy that you do. have you noticed that he’s been really pent up? bakugou’s angry but he’s like, exceptionally angry, these days-”
“if you’re trying to insinuate he’s mad because he’s sexually frustrated, i have no answer to that. and we’ve been sitting in your car for almost 20 minutes now. we probably look crazy,” you note and mina sighs and nods before grabbing her things.
“you can avoid this conversation but when he taps that, you will tell me all about it and i will not accept no for an answer.” you hum indifferently and make a mental reminder to make up a story if the night that entails will be as raunchy as you hope it will be.
when mina drops you home, bakugou sends a text.
katsuki: y/n, did mina tell you about some dumb thing we’re doing at the agency?”
you smile at that.
you: yeah, she mentioned it. why, are you thinking of going?”
hook…
you tap your toes expectantly as you see the bubbles disappear and reappear.
katsuki: don’t really want to but they’re gonna force me to, so fuck it. you doing anything tomorrow night?”
line…
you: nope, don’t have any plans. why?”
katsuki: you wanna come with as a date? you’ll brighten up the shitty place.”
sinker.
you squeal at your phone and collect yourself to reply.
“sure, kats, I’d love to go with you. you can come over to my parents place so we can get ready together if you’d like.”
“you busy right now? wanna call you.”
he doesn’t wait for you to answer and it rings. you often think you got lucky for having such an easygoing and pliant man and today cements your beliefs as you go to pick up his call.
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the day of the party seems like a long one. you made sure that your parents would not be home for the weekend - while it’s terribly unsexy to fuck in your parents home, the chance of your roommate bombarding your sexy time with your boyfriend is too high of a chance to risk and you’ve spent more time than necessary thinking about what the day would entail.
now that you’ve shed your pyjamas, you look at yourself in your bathroom mirror. your orange panties are doing nothing to hide the outline of your kitty and you’re definitely certain that the bra’s purpose was purely just encase your boobs in a rune of bright orange and white.
“i’m never letting mina pick out lingerie for me again,” you sigh as you poke and prod at the pieces. of course mina had to pick out the most raunchy, provocative and immodest pieces known to man. you’re pretty sure you could see the colour of your nipples sticking out of the material. you were somewhat questioning whether this was a good idea. what if bakugou thought this was too much? would he even like this? you definitely should’ve asked him first-
katsuki: on my way. will be there in five.
of course he texts you right at this moment, breaking you out of your horny driven and frantic stupor.
now that you really think about it, when you recall all the time you’ve almost been with bakugou, it makes you close your legs together to calm down any heartbeats ruminating between your legs. it makes the situation of not actually having sex with him yet even more heartbreaking - you want the feeling of his hands running down your body, his lips nipping at your lower belly, down to where you really want him. it makes you wonder what position he’d fold you into, if he’d press you into the mattress and make you cum till you were shaking and crying…
you inhale deeply and run around your home to do a few, final touches. you felt like you were a teenage girl all over again - faffing all about the house and praying that your parents wouldn’t come home and notice that your boyfriend fucked you into your flowery sheets. and you hoped bakugou wouldn’t just yet notice the strong smell of his your favourite perfume and the orange lace clinging onto your ass and boobs underneath meticulous layers of less attractive pyjamas. is this what they call reverse psychology? it’s no time to ponder when your boyfriend knocks on the door and you practically launch yourself downstairs to greet him.
you have to bite back a moan when you see him. seeing as this was a relatively fresh relationship, you both agreed that you wouldn’t always obsess over seeing each other. the last time you saw bakugou was two or so days ago and you make a mental note to throw away that line of thinking when you see your boyfriend in all his glory.
he’s wearing his typical grey joggers and hoodie combo (the one who looks the most biteable in) and he pushes down his hood to reveal his wheat-haired mullet and downright gorgeous face. he enters your home and you stand by patiently waiting for him to drop his bag and take off his shoes before touching all on him.
“you not gonna say hello?” bakugou says gruffly and you roll your eyes (in your head, of course) before walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
“hey, baby. missed you,” you kiss into his face and bakugou wraps an arm round your waist and raises his arms to grabs at your cheeks to properly look at your face before kissing you once. and twice. thrice. even four times before you’re laughing and begging him to stop. with a stretched hand, you lead your boyfriend upstairs to your childhood bedroom.
“any reason ya wanted to stop off at your parents instead of my place?” bakugou asked, raising a brow in suspicion. you fight back the urge to overtly shudder at the thought of his friends ruining what will be a long night - especially if you had anything to do with it.
“i was just thinking that we don’t really get much time to ourselves. just us two. i think we’ve only had a proper date to ourselves maybe three times. and i am saying that loosely,” you admit. bakugou scoffs and sits on the edge of your bed.
“‘s not my fault people are always botherin’ us,” he mumbles and then he looks up at you and gestures for you to stand between his legs. you do so quite obediently.
“never said it was, baby,” you say, just above a whisper, as you brush the back of his hair and into his scalp. his hands rest at your knees and rub softly against your thighs and you really have to fight back the urge to jump his bones. but, alas, you had to make him want this just as much as you.
your boyfriend hums and leans into your touch and bakugou looks up at you and smiles, a little mischievous, “so we have your ‘rents house all to ourselves and ya wanna waste it on going to a lame ass company party?”
your eyes widen at that, not really expecting him to almost put two and two together so early on. you grossly underestimated the intelligence of your boyfriend so you had to dispel any ideas of sexual activity before he spearheaded into your plan.
“first of all, you invited me. and second of all, it’d be nice to go and come back to a place all to ourselves for once. we don’t really get to go to parties with your friends often,” you muse and bakugou groans and wraps his arms around your thighs.
“they wouldn’t even know we were missing…” he grumbles and you smile down at him and give him a kiss to his forehead, your thumb passing his brow piercing and booping his nose and lips.
“we don’t even have to go for that long if you don’t want to-”
“i don’t wanna go at all.” bakugou states adamantly and you tap his face and bask in his hold and affection.
“we only have to just show up, so you’re not gonna get out of this one easily. then you have me all to yourself. sounds good, kats?”
bakugou throws his arms off you and himself into your pillows and pulls his phone out - akin to a petulant child and you have to laugh. if only he knew what was actually going to happen.
“yeah, yeah, just - let’s just chill for a bit.. we can at least cuddle before we have to fucking spend time with those idiots,” katsuki grunts and you hum at his reply before clambering on top of your hulk of a boyfriend. you stare down at him in all his glory. now that you were right above him, you notice he looked more tan than usual. and did his lips always look so kissable?
“y/n? you all good up there?” kstsuki asks as he taps softly onto the planes of your temple. you look down at his nose and then his lips and it’s settled.
fuck it. there was no going back now. this was happening today.
“yeah, kats, ‘m good. just missed you, is all,” you breathe out and your boyfriend hums in reply and you thank your lucky stars that he’s sometimes a little naive when it came to you- lest he speedrun his own surprise.
bakugou looks at you, all soft and loving even though all you can see and feel are his red eyes piercing into you. he stuffs his phone into his pocket and pulls you into his wide chest, arms imprisoning you.
“shitty hair just texted me asking where we are. ‘m gonna tell him to fuck off.”
“don’t be mean to your friends,” you scold and bakugou rolls his eyes but he’s barely paying attention to what you’re saying. you try to ignore the fact he’s looking at you properly - drinking you in all angles.
“you gonna let me kiss you or just keep staring?” katsuki asks, eyes all half lidded and brooding. you shy away a little at his upfront neediness for you but you entertain him regardless. you bend down to plant a soft kiss on his mouth but that does little to satiate him.
“the fuck was that? you love torturing me, huh, princess,” katsuki groans and you smile at his expression: all frowny and so, so pretty.
“sorry, sorry, you’re right. just love teasing you,” you say, barely above a whisper and you give katsuki his first proper kiss since seeing him today. the kiss is heavy: all tongue and wet and warm and you grab onto his arms to ground yourself. meanwhile bakugou pulls you down so you’re right on top of him, so he can get a better grip on your ass and easier access to your mouth. you’ve got a leg over his hips and an arm hanging off his shoulder, completely attached. he’s got a large palm on your lower back, slowly drifting further and further to squish your ass.
it’s like this for a couple of minutes; your arms wrapped around his head and neck, his large palms groping at your ass and hips and bakugou’s mouth kissing on your tongue and lips. your leg rests on his waist and you swear you can feel the heat of his dick right then and there. it’s not like you can miss it, all heavy and imposing.
“fucking needed this, baby,” your boyfriend practically moans and a hand sneaks in your pyjama top and shorts and you moan loudly as he squeezes and grabs at you, your leg around his waist pulling him even closer. katsuki pulls back at the feeling of soft lace running across his fingertips and only then does it resonate that he can feel what you’re wearing. he looks at your face with a quizzical look and you want to hide from the sharpness of his eyes.
“what’s this ‘m feeling?” katsuki asks and you stuff your face in his neck as he smoothed his hands on your lace clad hips.
“just a little something i was gonna surprise you with…” you trail off and he sits up at this declaration.
“yeah? something f’me? you not gonna lemme see it?” he muses and your eyes widen. your boyfriend has always been pretty bold so you don’t know why you’re being so shy right now but you comply with his demands and sit up on his lap to pull off your shirt to reveal the brightly coloured brassiere.
bakugou’s breath hitches and his chest rises a little slowly when he sees the bra in it’s entirety. you look gorgeous, he thinks. all innocent and sexy at the same time. he doesn’t know whether he wants your legs on his shoulders so he can taste you until you’re begging him to stop… or whether he should just fold you in half and fuck you until pearly tears are falling down your cheeks.
he decides on complimenting you for the time being:“you look gorgeous, princess. fucking sexy… all f’me, yeah?”
“who else would it be for, dummy?” you say in a low, humorous tone and your hand travels up his chest to rest at his jaw, so you can give him a kiss to his ‘o’ shaped mouth. you slot yourself entirely at the weight of his bottoms and only then do you really feel what you’ve done to him. it’s your turn to make an ‘o’ shaped expression.
you lean down to kiss his lips again, sucking on his bottom lip before letting go with a pop, before smiling at him. katsuki grins back at you, leaning up on his elbows and nudging his nose against yours and you can smell his minty breath. you rest your hand over his stubbled cheek, brushing a hand over it as he slots his lips with yours. he takes his time with you, so much tongue as drinks everything you give him. katsuki lays back down to watch you and runs his hands over your hips, squeezing at your ass and all the parts he can get his hands on.
he decides he’s had enough of the petting and the touches because he groans and grabs at your waist so he can you flip you over.
bakugou presses hot and wet kisses and nips at your jaw and your neck - till he’s laying on his stomach to kiss at the top of your breasts. he’s fiddling with the underwire of the bra before he looks up at you with blown out pupils and a smirk to match.
“we were never going to that party, we’re we, baby?” he hums as he noisily kisses and sucks your collarbones and the fat of your breasts. you know he’s caught you out and trying to elicit a reaction but with the way he’s biting and kissing on you, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
“n-no…” you say, with a hint of a whine, “just wanted you to myself for once.” bakugou can feel himself throb at how much you want him and he climbs up to situate himself exactly above you, his arms caging around your head.
“such a fucking minx, you know that? who knew you had it in you, princess?” he says, looking directly into your eyes. you feel small under his gaze and try to cower away but his hand grabs at the chub of your cheeks.
“don’t get all shy on me now, baby. you knew exactly what you were doing,” katsuki trails off, now littering your neck with gentle bites and hot, wet breath that made your spine shudder and toes writhe.
“you’re not gonna embarrass me. it's gotten me this far, so not a bad deal,” you gasp, just shy of a whimper at your boyfriend’s ministrations. katsuki chuckles at this and sits on his haunches to have a good look at you.
“at least you did your research… y’know orange’s my favourite colour too. can i take this off, princess?” katsuki asks, his hands brushing over the thin straps of your bra. you sit up slightly and nod at him. however, he doesn’t seem content with that answer as he thumbs over your nipple through the bra and you gasp again.
“use your words, pretty girl. that don’t mean shit to me,” he breathes out and you want to fight him for forcing you to beg so explicitly.
“yes, yes please,” you practically cry out and bakugou fixes his hands to undo the clasp of your bra and your breasts spill out of the material. katsuki bites back a moan, his eyes half lidded at the sight of you. he feels like a teenage boy all over again - wanting to grope and bite and kiss at you. so he does exactly that.
discarding your bra, he leans down onto his stomach and goes to playfully bite down at your left nipple and you whine at him, placing a hand in his unruly hair. just as you’re about to scold him, he smoothes over his bites and sucks with wet and soft kisses over the skin. with his free hand, he travels down to your barely there shorts and slips into them, his fingers leaving a ghost of a touch against your pussy.
“can feel how wet you are and i’ve barely even touched you,” whispers bakugou and he kisses at your tits while watching your expression. to say you felt shy under his watchful eyes was understatement. but you still wanted so much more.
“katsuki… please,” you breathe out and he presses his fingers harder into your barely covered clit and you bite your lower lip to stop a squeak from leaving your throat.
“please, what, pretty? you look like you knew what you wanted when you dressed up all sexy f’me,” katsuki says mischievously and you want to slap and ride his face at the same time. you’ll save that for another day.
“please make me… cum,” you finally get out and bakugou kisses at your breasts one last time before descending into the lower half of your body.
“since you used your manners,” katsuki muses but you both knew he wouldn’t pass at the chance to get his mouth on you anyway, recalling back to your moments of interrupted intimacy (or cockblocking as katsuki would call it).
katsuki pulls down your fluffy pyjama shorts to reveal the orange panty ensemble and he bites his lip to hold back a whimper at the noticeable damp spot just at your cunt hole. he looks up at you, who’s clearly embarrassed by all the attention because you’re covering your face with your hands. he playfully bites down on your thigh and you yelp, looking right at his lust filled eyes.
“wan’ you looking at me when ‘m bout to eat you out,” murmurs your boyfriend and you force the heels of your feet dig into the plush of your bed so you don’t clench your thighs at his words.
bakugou continues with looking at your pussy and he can practically see your walls clenching from how turned you are and he feels impossibly harder at the thought of tasting you. he places a small, wet kiss on panty-covered clit and you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth.
katsuki continues to lave and give attention to your pussy by soft and wet kisses through the material and your whimpers were about to turn into complaints until he pulls the dampened material down your legs and stuffs it in his trouser pocket.
in any other given situation, you would have brought that up but katsuki launches himself between your legs and starts suckling at your clit and suddenly, whatever happened before has been forgotten. you cry out at the sudden attack on your pussy and the noises that come out of you are borderline pornographic.
“k-katsuki, fuck, that feels so g-good,” you stutter, whole body practically trembling.
“yeah?” your boyfriend chuckles, “you taste good, princess. can’t believe i went this long without having you on my face,” he grunts, alternating between kissing and sucking at your clit and your lips. when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he slowly presses two fingers into your hole and your head falls back into the pillows.
katsuki’s watching your reaction and he’s humping the bed for even a lick of friction; the way you taste and sound is too much for his senses. he can feel the tip of his dick leaking when you cry out his name and his eyes roll back when he feels you clench around him.
“o-oh, ‘m gonna come, kats, fuck, ‘s too much-”
“that’s it, baby. doing so well f’me, fuck. wan’ you to come all over my face. can you do that f’me?” asks bakugou while he alternates between stroking your inner walls and tongue-fucking you.
you nod, unable to answer and practically scream before your eyes begin to roll back, your toes begin to curl and the effects of your orgasm hit you like a truck. all you can see is white and you can’t even comprehend the noises coming out of you.
katsuki decides he is in love with the way you look when you come undone. he fucks you through your orgasm, lapping up everything that you give him and he only stops when your thighs begin to close up around his head and you make feeble attempts to push him away. not wanting to overwhelm you, he kisses your clit before sitting up and notes that he would stay between your legs some other day.
meanwhile, you’re catching your breath and your eyes are brim with a few unshed tears and katsuki chuckles breathily at you. you pout, “don’t laugh at me,” and he smiles in awe at your naked beauty. it’s only then when his eyes rake up and down your body that you realise he’s still completely clothed.
“starting to think you’re allergic to getting naked.. i’m feeling all exposed and left out,” your pout deepens and he stretches a hand to pinch at your nipple and you yelp and swat him away.
“relax, pretty girl, all you had to do was ask. ‘sides, not like i can fuck you in my clothes,” katsuki smirks and you roll your eyes and nibble your lips, impatiently awaiting to see your boyfriend in all his true glory.
bakugou pulls off his jumper and shirt in one go to reveal his tan chest and various miscellaneous tattoos, including one of your favourite flower right under his right pec. he then goes onto to pull down his joggers to reveal tight, grey briefs - and you hold your breath at the sight.
your mouth waters when you can see the length of his meat alongside his thigh and you can even see the damp patch on where the head of his mushroom-shaped tip is supposed to be. katsuki can see you checking him out and his chest puffs up a little at this.
“you look like you’re about to eat me, princess,” he jokes and you raise a brow.
when you’re about to bite back at him, you realise that you’re way too horny to waste anymore time and instead, you just nod seductively and open your arms so he can rest on top of you.
katsuki accepts and his arms rest by your head. he’s directly above you and only now does the sheer size of your boyfriend dawn on you. his whole body hulks over you and you’re unable to hold back a whimper that escapes when you realise just how hot this situation is.
“you still turned on? anythin’ i can do to help you?” katsuki snickers and you know he gets off on teasing you: he’s enjoying your helplessness and the fact that you’re so horny you’ve been rendered slightly brainless.
“stop teasing me,” you pout and katsuki leans down to kiss your pouty lips and he smiles, all warm at you even though he’s one clothing item away from rearranging your insides.
“sorry, princess. ‘s just fun to tease ya, is all. believe me when i say i wan’ this just as much as you do,” he grunts out and he sits up to finally rid of his briefs.
the wait is agonisingly long but when bakugou finally strips himself naked, your whole world stops.
your boyfriend is a hefty, adonis of a man so the size of his cock should’ve never surprised but no amount of mental physical preparation could have prepared you for the actual thing. it’s beautiful, veiny and thick - the length being tan with a vein that climbs all the way to the head of his cock: which sits at a dark pink, almost red colour, dribbling with precum. at the base of his cock sits a tuft of blond hair and your mouth basically waters.
katsuki’s dick twitches a little at your unwavering gaze and it’s his turn to feel a little embarrassed. you sit up and reach a hand out to thumb at his most prominent vein and a mixture of a groan and a whimper catches at the back of his throat. he feels like - he knows he could come just from looking at you as you brush against his cock.
it’s why he jumps to crowd over you on the bed and grabs your right thigh to sit at his waist.
“you think you’re ready? ‘m gonna ease into you slowly, ‘kay? promise you’ll tell me if it hurts,” he insists and you make sure to verbally reply, lest he waste time trying to get you to speak up.
“fuck, yes, ‘m ready, please put it in already,” you beg and katsuki wants to call you needy but the mushroom head of his cock brushes against your slick pussy lips and any smart reply he has locked and loaded in his head goes out his ear.
katsuki grabs his cock and brushes it on your clit, your lips and then circles your cunt hole and you’re clenching just at the feeling of him pressing down onto your most sensitive parts. you were half sure he was going to make you beg for it but before you could blink, he presses into you and your head would’ve hit the headboard had katsuki not place his hand behind you knowingly.
the feeling of him inside you is too much but not enough simultaneously and your hands grip at his forearms and you’re not sure on whether you want to push him away or bring him closer.
meanwhile, katsuki’s fighting his own mental battle: he curses himself for putting this off for too long and also prays that he doesn’t come before he at least gets yku off. you’re tighter, warmer, wetter than he anticipated and he can’t get enough of you. he’s not even watching himself feed his cock into your gooey hole, deathly afraid that if he looks down for at least one measly second, he would bust so deep into you, you’d be pregnant with triplets.
katsuki’s eyebrows are furrowed as he finally sheathes all the way into you and you rest a hand on his lower abdomen at a feeble attempt to push him away.
“i don’ think is’ gonna f-fit,” you slur, “‘m so full.” katsuki grabs your hand and lifts it above your head in a small, handholding embrace.
“don’t push me away,” he practically growls and he situates himself so he’s resting on top of you again, “you’re a big girl. if you wan’ me off of ya, you know to use ya words.”
you furrow your brows and look away from his dark eyed gaze and he chuckles, “that’s what i thought.”
katsuki pulls himself slightly out of your warmth, only to grind himself back in at an antagonising pace. he sets a speed and he lets go of your hand to properly rest on his forearms above you. you use this as an opportunity to wrap your arms around his back; your face scrunched and bottom lip tucked under your teeth.
you can feel katsuki’s pants above you and you finally open your eyes to see him and he’s probably never looked more sexy and eatable. his hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed so deeply that frown will probably be stuck for a while. katsuki angles himself just ever so slightly and you throw your head back in unabashed pleasure as he hits that sweet spot inside you.
“you like that, sweet girl? look at you.. fuck, all fucked out. wan’ you to tell me how good ‘m fucking you,” katsuki breathes out and you swear you’re not ignoring him on purpose because with the way his cock presses inside you and with the way his pubes brush against your clit, all you can muster is a broken moan (one that katsuki will definitely tease you about later).
“that’s how good ‘m fucking ya? can’t even - fuck, ha - can’t even speak, can ya?,” he says out loud and his words are coming in waves. katsuki reaches down to flick at your pearl and your legs seize up around him as you babble mindlessly to appease him.
“yess, feels so good, so deep, ‘can feel you so deep inside, kats - ohh, right there, pleaseee,” you warble and katsuki lifts your right leg to his shoulder to get impossibly deeper inside you.
“fuck, can’t believe i went so long without this sweet pussy,” he grunts out and the feeling of you cunt spasming around him hits at 100mph. you become sloppier, wetter and katsuki finds himself being able to fuck you right to the base of his cock. then it hits him: you just came.
“did y’ just fucking come already? jesus, fuck, haven’- haven’t even properly fucked you yet. so dirty, baby,” katsuki moans out and you can’t hear a word he’s saying. your nails dig in deeper to his shoulder blades and the soles of your feet press into his back as you’re still coming down from your high.
“d’ya think you can go again f’me, princess?” your boyfriend asks politely but the way he asks is anything but polite as he’s already folding both your legs to place them on his shoulder as you’re pushed and manhandled into a mating press.
katsuki still hasn’t pulled out and his cock is throbbing inside you and he wants to cum so fucking badly. but the unshed tears in your eyes made his heart beat a little faster than usual and he would never want to push you past your limits.
“you alright to continue, y/n?” he asks sternly, his expression slightly worried and you amass all the strength your body will allow to pull him down and you link your arms around his neck.
“so serious, katsuki,” you joke, still a little out of breath and he rolls his eyes and stares down at you lovingly while your thumb brushes against his cheek.
“make me cum so hard ‘m seeing stars,” you whisper and katsuki growls as he pulls out and sheathes himself deep into you while you cry out.
“you get what you wish for, princess.”
katsuki places his hands on the back of your thighs and goes crazy at you; desperate for both your releases. the sound of skin and the wetness of your pussy echos in your bedroom and accompanied with the your gasps and cries, the sounds of the room were past the point of being just pornographic.
you swore you’d have his hands imprinted on the back of your thighs with the way he was groping them and with this position, you could feel everything so much more. he was so deep inside you and you swore you could feel him in your stomach as you writhed under him as your third climax of the night crept on you. you were already so sensitive from the last two and you knew this was the one that was going to wreck you.
“‘m so-o close, fuck, it feels like ‘m gonna make a mess,” you gasp, moving to wrap your arms around katsuki’s neck. you could tell from his tightly wound facial expressions that he was not too far off.
“y-yeah? make a fucking mess on me princess, f-fuck, cum all over me an’ i’ll give you everything i’ve got, baby,” he grunts and he slides an arm down between you both to thumb at your swollen clit and you seize at the feeling.
“‘s too much, katsuki, too - oh-oh, ‘m gonna,” you cry o out and you grab your boyfriend’s face, “pl-please kiss me, please,” you beg, pearly tears streaming down your face and katsuki moans out.
“anything for you, pretty,” he rumbles and he slots his mouth over yours as your orgasm hits at you in waves. katsuki can feel sprays of your release hit on his pelvis and his eyes roll back.
“that’s it, pretty girl, make a fuckin’ - make a fuckin’ mess on me,” katsuki kisses into your tongue before coming deep inside you and moaning out loudly as you kiss him back to goad him through his orgasm.
you both ride out your climaxes and your boyfriend watches where you’re both connected and he pulls out, hissing while you whimper and he eventually collapses on top of you. you hold him close to your chest as you match his breathing pattern. the silence is comforting and you scratch at the nape of his head and he opens an eye while his face is pressed into your tummy.
“you okay?” you ask katsuki and he wraps his arms tighter around your body as response but you’re not satisfied with that.
“use your words, baby,” you tease and katsuki playfully digs his teeth into your belly and you make a feeble attempt to push him away.
“should be asking you that instead. fucking squirted all over me,” katsuki chuckles and you gasp, lifting up your hands to hide behind them in embarrassment.
“god, that’s so embarrassing, i can’t believe i did that,” you say, all muffled but katsuki pulls your hands from your face and kisses at your palm.
“was sexy, baby. want you to do that every time we fuck,” he mumbles, nosing little kisses onto your chest and tummy. your boyfriend looks adorable like this: all fucked out, exhausted and glowy and you’re holding back the urge to ‘awwh’ at him while you pet and rub his face with your thumb.
“and i want you to get off me so i can shower. ‘m all gross and sweaty and sticky,” you complain, albeit lightheartedly and when you make the attempt to get up, the blond jumps up like he was never tired.
“sit your ass down and let me run us a bath. and i’ll know if you moved,” katsuki warns, walking to your bathroom in his naked glory and you laugh and before he exits the room, he turns to pass you a quizzical glance.
“nothing, it’s just, your butt is so cute. i can’t believe i never noticed it before!”
“y/n, so help me god, i’ll throw your dumbass into the bathtub,” yells your hot headed man and you giggle at his ‘threat’, watching him try to hide his butt from you as you go to follow him to the bathroom, disobeying his every rule.
so when mina and the bakusquad anyone asks you about your first time, you tell them it was something you waited dearly for and you wouldn’t change for the world.
“uh, kats? why did kiri just text asking if we finally ‘fucked and got it over with?’”
so maybe it wasn’t spontaneous for your boyfriend either. but it’s like you said-
“i will kill that red headed bastard,” yells out katsuki, grabbing his phone and throwing you over his shoulder as you squeal.
you wouldn’t really change a thing.
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torasplanet · 2 months
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❝𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎.ᐟ❞
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K. BAKUGOU, S. TODOROKI, & I. MIDORIYA + SHY!GN. READER
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; the main three when their shy/anxious s/o finally says 'i love you'<3
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; fluff, hcs + scenarios, new relationships, literally that's it and skin color not mentioned
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IZUKU MIDORIYA
izu just can't with this.
he understands how you're shy and all of that so it might take you some time to get comfortable saying those things
hell he even was scared to say it too but this long??? really?
izu has begun to think that you'd never say it at this rate...
he got so scared that you didn't love him at all and was just too scared to tell him the truth because you didn't wanna hurt his feelings!
or maybe he's just overthinking again...
that doesn't matter because izu never tells you his concerns. he wants you to take your time
he doesn't wanna rush you and make it forced!
that being said...when you finally do say it on your own, he thinks he just might lose his mind.
izuku's anxious sitting at his desk with you right beside him almost breaking the pencil in half and it was a mechanical pencil. he was holding back because he didn't want to frighten you but he just couldn't sit here while you're looking so cute.
he wanted to say he loved how cute you looked so bad but he was worried that maybe it'd make you uncomfortable since you weren't saying i love you to him yet.
that had been getting to him a lot lately and he didn't know how to handle it without talking to you. he knew how you were and didn't want to make it worse. see izuku himself was a fairly shy person, well not so much as he was in middle school but he understood you and your feelings but not enough for it to not bother him!
"ohhh! i get it now!" you exclaimed leaning back in your chair. your sudden loud speech snapped izuku out of his thoughts and he smiled at you sweetly with a hum escaping him.
you gave him a grin "thanks izu! i love you, i don't know what i'd do without you." you spoke without thinking and immediately closed your eyes out of embarrassment at what he'd say in response. you didn't think about what you were saying, you just said the first thing that came to mind...when you heard a loud bang, you opened your eyes and looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.
izu's face was planted on the desk and he was letting out a hum that didn't seem positive or anything; more like he was a kettle on the stove. "oh uhm...are you okay?" you hesitantly asked going to reach for him but he snapped up before you could touch him. izuku's face was bright red and it looked like he was burning up "i love you too!" he shouted with a smile on his face clearly happy that you finally said that. you were a bit weirded out but at least he was happy.
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
oh please don't even get me started on katsuki...
like izu, he was really upset about you not saying you love him especially when he said it to you first and you didn't say it back
but unlike izuku, he could give less than a fuck about not wanting to talk to you about it
the only thing that stopped him from doing that was that denki told him that he'd probably hurt your feelings like that and that was the last thing he wanted to do so for once, he shut up
but his aggression was fairly obvious because every time he said he loved you with that frown on his face, it'd get deeper when you didn't say it back and just smiled at him
katsuki felt like he'd actually blow up a building if you took longer to say it.
"what the hell are you doing up there!?" katsuki shouted from down below in the training area while you stood on one of the buildings looking for denki who was supposed to be your other partner.
you looked down at the masked boy very cautiously i might add and just nervously gave him an 'uh' showing you didn't know. katsuki grunted in frustration as he looked around to see if there was any one from the other team around to make sure that you guys didn't lose. he was already beginning to sweat just from pure anger.
when the class was splitting up to go to the locker rooms for costume changes, katsuki had told you he loved you and that he'd see you on the grounds but...you didn't say it back. you just laughed a bit showing that you were growing embarrassed and gave him a very small peck on his cheek.
see katsuki did appreciate that but he wanted an 'i love you' back not a kiss especially not a little baby kiss to the cheek that one of his cousins would give him but again, he stayed silent and just grumbled under his breath in the lockerroom. he was already pissed off from that but now denki was nowhere to be found? that dumb fucker was probably lost.
little did the both of you know, he was behind you planning on surprising you which was not the best idea considering you were almost dangling over the edge of a building right now. "boo!" denki shouted in your ear making you jump and lose your footing. you slipped and fell off the edge of the building with a yelp drawing your boyfriend's attention.
he was quick to blast up into the air and catch you in his arms before you even slightly neared the ground "oh my god! i love you so much 'suki!" you said in desperation as you wrapped your arms around him and clutched onto him in fear that you'd fall. katsuki would never drop you but he almost did when he heard you finally say it back to him.
"ha! i thought you'd never say it!" katsuki shouted with a grin on his face as he landed on the ground, your face still stuffed in his shoulder. you hadn't even realized what you said until he just pointed it out "oh..." you muttered feeling embarrassment creep up on you as your boyfriend put you on the ground. you put your palms to your face to cover you hot face but the blonde grabbed your hands and forcefully pulled them away from your face "stop that shit! if you think i don't love you back, i do." katsuki said muttering the last part a little lower because denki was shouting apologies from the top of the building and could probably hear a few things.
katsuki had a bit to learn about embarrassment when saying that kind of stuff too.
SHOTO TODOROKI
pls dont ever talk to him about this
he'll actually just sit there silent probably dying inside
shoto has had his fair share of not getting told i love you or getting a sort of warped kind of love so you not saying i love you isn't something relatively new to him
but he still hates it.
he can't even begin to explain the ache in his chest when ou don't say it back to him, not like he'd ever explain it to anyone
unlike both of the other boys, he's extremely patient and no matter how he feels, he won't throw small tantrums over you not saying it and will just wait
but as he waited, he got more needy for hearing those three words
"sho..." you whined dragging out the o in your boyfriend's name while you tried to get up from under the many blankets shoto had you bundled under. he had the whole work for you.
thermometer on the bedside desk and cold medicine right next to it while you continuously sneezed and coughed in bed. you had gotten sick recently and your darling two-toned-haired boyfriend had been there for every step! making you food, running your baths, just being a complete sweetheart.
shoto, by default, was a sweet boyfriend but he had been a little extra kind lately in hopes that you'd tell him that you loved him for all of his efforts of going out of his way for you. he didn't know what was going on in your brain but he clearly knew you well because that was what you were planning to do.
telling the boy that you loved him would be the perfect way to express your gratitude to him for all he's done throughout your sickness that was caused by your stupidity of going to the market in the cold night after getting out of the shower "coming, my love." shoto said waddling into the room with a bowl of steaming ramen on the small wooden table he had in his hands to make it easier for you to eat in bed. he was really playing the house husband role.
"here, the broth will make you feel better. i promise." the boy said setting the table on the bed just above your legs while kneeling to the ground, you smiled at the todoroki boy deciding that this was the perfect time to tell him that you loved him.
with a blow toward the scalding bowl, you uttered the words quietly "i love you sho." you grew shy after saying that not knowing how he'd respond and his silence ate you alive. you grabbed your chopsticks as you kept your head down to avoid eye contact "sorry, just ignore it–" "no." he interrupted your excuse almost making you knock the bowl over with now fast your body turned to look at him again.
sho's cheeks were flushed a light pink "i love you too. just didn't expect you to say that." he said chuckling lightly with a smile on his face. it might've been true that he wished for you to say it now but it still surprised him.
in a good way though... "can i have a kiss?" you asked smiling back at your boyfriend who still gave you a close-eyed grin, sho stood to his feet "no. you will get me sick." he replied in a monotone before beginning to walk away muttering how he was going to get you something to drink.
you whined loudly throwing your head back. "sho....!"
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jellipuff · 2 months
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Pretty.
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Pairing: Sub!Mingyu x reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut (18+, Minors dni!).
Wordcount: 4.2k
Summary: His interest in you was shocking. Star player Mingyu crushing on you? Who knew two years later that calling him pretty was all that was needed for him to fall deeper and who knew for him to get his way all he had to be was pretty? Short answer: you both knew.
Warnings: sub!mingyu!!, established relationship, football player mingyu, idk if this is gn!reader but i don’t think i mention anything too gender-related, Slight pwp, this is literally just reader fingerfucking Gyu with a side of fluff, anal play (m receiving), he's so spoiled, and a lil slutty, reader records them, slight exhibitionism(no one walks in but there are people in the house while they do this), mingyu just can't be quiet no matter how much he tries to say he can :(, reader teases gyu bc he’s cute, he just wants to be called pretty 24/7. (i think that's it?)
A/n: this is my first time writing in forever & my first time writing for svt. I can barely find any sub!svt fics especially mingyu so I thought let me write em myself 🙄. I hope its okay though LOL. also if you don't like it, don't read‼️ No need to burn me at the stake friend. Feedback is appreciated :)
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You and Mingyu have been together since sophomore year. You both go to the same college and shared a few classes that year. Classes that weren't too important but important enough for it to affect your grade, school is just like that.
You heard about him in freshman year. He was admired by those around him for his athleticism in football. Quickly becoming one of the best players resulting in him being liked by not only his team but others as well. You didn't really know him then though, not caring to honestly. He was a wonderful football player, the crowd around him either being the same or being interested in it. 
Oh, and interested in him.  
Mingyu is a stunner, his looks giving him many opportunities in more ways than one. You would hear about how good in bed he was from people talking a bit too loudly in a library. When you’d go to parties with your friends you'd also see how people would try to get his attention. You’d watch as women threw themselves at him in hopes of being the one he takes to bed that night.
So you could see how you were surprised when he seemed to show interest in you.
You're not knocking yourself, you're beautiful and your personality shines just as much. It's just you and mingyu don't seem to have any compatibility if the things you know about him are anything to go by. “He manhandled me so well”, “Our first date was to see the new Fast & Furious.”, “He's so handsome.”
Sure none of those things are bad per se. You just know yourself well enough to know that when you think about mingyu just a little longer than you should that you want to manhandle him.
That if you were to go on a first date you'd want to take him to a cat cafe just to see how this puppy of a man would interact with them. That when you look at mingyu you know he is handsome but you can only seem to think he’s so pretty. 
When you got paired together in two of your classes for a project you didn't know if you were fine with it or not. You don't know his work ethic or how his grades are, he shows up to class every day but does he actually care about his grades?
Though as he smiled brightly on his way over to you when your names were called together for the second time that day, you didn't seem to care too much about any of those things.
“Seems like fate huh?” he says with a grin as he sits by you. “What does?” you ask while pulling up a blank PowerPoint. “Us being a couple.” he says flirtatiously and you can't help but give him a look. “You mean us being project partners.” you reprimand but he waves you off.
“Same thing as what I said, either way, it happened twice. So that means it's fate.” he says taking your pink glitter pen to write both your names on the paper you were given. You watch as he draws a little smiling puppy and then a grumpy cat side by side underneath. He turns to you with a pretty smile, pleased at his artwork.
“Look it's us! You’re the grumpy cat.” he giggles and you think if he weren't so cute you'd tell him to find a different partner. Yet you don't tell him that nor do you tell him that this professor only allows blue or black ink.
You think that's the first time you realized maybe you got mingyu all wrong. Maybe he isn't just a jock who watches Fast and Furious and is strong in bed. You also realize this another time. 
You and mingyu were doing your meet-up at his place. When he told you he has roommates you almost wanted to cancel on him. An apartment lived in by men sadly only filled your mind with overthinking.
What if it stunk? What if his room was messy? What if his roommates were creepy? You'd like to think mingyu wouldn't let them be weird toward you and that sedates your worries slightly. 
As you walk into his place though you’re met with the smell of food cooking and shouting in the living room. Walking in further you see a game of Mario Kart being played and the smell is from the spaghetti being cooked by a man who smiles when he sees Mingyu. 
The atmosphere was nice, leaving you to relax a bit from before. Mingyu introduced you to them all, telling them you're going into his room to work on a project not to fuck as his friend Seungkwan had joked. The way mingyu seemed to be flustered at his friend's joke is what leaves you amused.
The thought of him getting shy at being accused of something he is apparently good at and known for is cute. You learn the man cooking is Joshua, and you compliment him on the smell. He laughs; thanking you before saying “For once Mingyu’s crush has good taste.” he teases and Mingyu freezes. 
He looks at you with wide eyes cheeks flushing at Joshua's slip of the tongue. “He’s just joking like he jokes like that a lot you know.” he hurries to say and you feel amused. “Uh huh.” you reply and Mingyu feels the need to make you believe he does not like you because what if you find that weird? You haven't shown interest in him at all.
“Yeah, he's dumb you know cause like I could never have a crush on you so what is he even saying?” he finishes with an awkward laugh. He doesn't see the way your smile falls and the way Joshua watches the whole thing unfold in horror. Feeling the need to check if his tall friend hit his head somewhere.
When mingyu does look back at you though he's met with a look he can't read but one that makes him feel like he wants to sink into the floor. “Let's just get this over with okay?” you say coldly and he feels like crying.
Sure he can handle heavy tackles, can handle sometimes getting bad grades, and can handle everyone thinking of him in ways that he isn’t. Right here and right now though? Mingyu realizes he can't handle feeling anything from you that isn't your usual warm sarcasm or soft smile. He realizes that seeing you dismiss him so seriously hurts him, it makes him small in a bad way. 
So when you both get to his room and work in silence he thinks he'd rather die from embarrassment at the confession he's going to give than die from the pain of having you not glance his way once in the past hour. 
“Um..you know I didn't mean that.” You don't look up when you hum in confusion instead focusing on the information you’re typing. “When I said that I could never have a crush on you I…I didn’t mean that because I do…have a crush on you.” he admits shyly but he doesn't look away. Needing you to understand that what he said earlier couldn't be further from true. 
For what seems like forever you finally look at him and just your gaze makes his stomach feel funny. You stare at him, watching him try his hardest to not look away. Seeing his hands fidget from you observing him silently.
You think that right now mingyu looks the prettiest he ever has. His eyes not leaving yours to show his sincerity, blush covering from his ears to his cheeks, and knees to his chest. Leaving his feelings on the table must be scary for him. You know how mingyu feels about this.
He’s told you a few times how people always think they know what he likes, how he feels, and what he thinks. So he never says them, and never is honest with those who aren't close to him. Knowing that with others it's more like they set up what he should like, feel, and think. 
Mingyu watches you smile, the warmest one he’s seen from you. Just that alone has him feeling better and then you shock him. “You're so pretty Gyu.” you say with so much admiration he short circuits.
Pretty? You think he's pretty? He's handsome he knows that everyone always tells him that but.. Pretty? Mingyu has never been associated with that and he feels fuzzy at it.
“Pretty?” he questions aloud and you hum with no hesitation “So pretty.” you repeat and mingyu suddenly feels shy, feeling the need to giggle. “You like being called pretty?” you ask endeared and he nods scooting closer to you. “Yeah, I like it.”
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However, dating mingyu for two years has left you being pleasantly surprised constantly. So when you figure out your boyfriend wants you to take him here with people around, you think for what feels like the millionth time that you’re surprised again.
You hear the laughter and bickering outside of the room. The only thing blocking you from all of the noise is the bedroom door or should you say that the door is the only thing blocking them from you.
Your attention is only focused on the boy who has your shirt fisted tightly as he brings you down to kiss him deeper. You feel him trying to bring his groin closer to your thigh but failing because you keep it too far. He whines again after another failed attempt at feeling something against him. 
You pull back from the kiss with a grin, adoration all you feel for the pretty boy beneath you. “No, want more kisses.” he mewls, trying to pull you back down but you don't budge. “But kisses weren't part of the deal, baby.” You remind him and he looks away annoyed at the agreement he agreed to. 
Here on a trip with your boyfriends teammates, friends and some of their partners was a joy. Loving being able to go with him somewhere different even if it's not too far from home. It's the fun that comes from enjoying time with him and being able to see him be complimented by his team.
His efforts and talent being highlighted always leave him with high cheeks that glow from smiling too hard. They all are happy right now. Winning games back to back with a few struggles they overcame felt like a blessing.
Just like having Mingyu underneath you with his cock leaking from just a few kisses is a blessing.
Having to split up into two Airbnbs leaves you and Mingyu with others in the house. Mingyu knew that yet he kept trying to gain your attention. He knew he already had it but he wanted your attention in another way. 
You first caught onto his little game when he wore a pair of shorts that he knew you loved on him. The way they hug his hips and leave little to imagine at his thighs never fails to make you want to take him right there.
The thing is though Mingyu only wears those in your apartment. He never wears them anywhere else so there would be no need for him to pack them. 
When he noticed you staring at him while he looked through the dresser for something he smiled at you before quickly changing. Saying ‘Oh must have accidentally packed these.” While laughing. Yet the throbbing in your core wasn't funny at all.
“Don't be annoyed baby, you were the one to agree, no?” You ask; sliding his underwear down his legs. “Yeah, but I didn't think you’d be this mean.” You smile, enjoying his sulking.
“Mean? Weren't you the one stringing me along all day baby? Until you finally caved in from your own game. Dragging me to the bathroom just begging for me to play with you. And what did I say?” you question watching his ears flush. 
“You..you said only if you get to do what you want.” he replies, causing you to smile. “Mhmm and you said I could do anything I wanted, touch you wherever I would like. Do you remember where I said I wanted to touch you?” you ask and he goes quiet, feeling shy. 
He doesn’t answer, head still turned away from you. That just won't do, will it? 
You grab his chin, turning his face so he can look at you. “Where did I say I wanted to touch Mingyu?” you repeat harsher. Needing to hear him say it out loud. His eyes stay locked on yours before he says “My butt.” he says quietly and you hum, feeling turned on by how he seems so bashful despite this not being abnormal for you both. 
“Good boy. You dragged me to the bathroom just to be told I want to see you spread open for me. You wanna know why?” he nods, wanting to hear you tell him. Yet he feels so needy he beats you to it. “Cause it's pretty, you said I'm prettiest when I take you well.” he answers for you. 
You pat his cheek before moving down the bed. “That's right baby, so pretty when you're full of me. So pretty when you take anything I give you.”
You wish mingyu would have packed your strap, would have thought to bring at least a dildo in his lust-hazed mind but he didn't. So you'll just have to finger fuck him until you feel satisfied.
You grab the lube that Mingyu didn't forget to pack while leaning down to kiss him. “Color?” you ask and he smiles. “Green, just wish I could take something bigger” he pouts and you laugh softly at the confession. “Then you wouldn't be able to be quiet, so be thankful.” his brows furrow in offense. “I'm not that loud, I can be quiet.” he defends. “Well guess you better prove that now then huh?”
You take his hand in yours before kissing the back of it. You guide his hand underneath his right knee, leaning over to do the same with the left. Tapping his thigh to signal for him to pull them back and hold them closer to himself. He understands quickly, leaving him bare to the cold air and bare to you.
You rub your middle finger on his rim lightly causing him to sigh. Moving to open the lube you apply some to his hole and your fingers. “I'm going to put one in okay baby?” you alert him and he shakes his head. “Two.” you look up at him in disbelief.
“No, I need to prep you, don’t be greedy.” You tell him causing him to whine. “Two! I need something bigger. I can take it, I always take it well.” “Mingyu–” you try to chide. 
“Please love, haven't been full in so long. Need to feel you stretch me, miss it.” he bats his lashes, already knowing he has you where he wants you. All he has to do is say a few sweet words, be pretty, and you’d do anything he requests.
“Just tell me if it hurts okay?” you sigh and he smiles, feeling spoiled. 
You go back to rubbing his hole a few times before stopping. He looks to see why but you don't meet his gaze. Lust clouding your vision. You need to record him, need to make sure you get a  video of him like this. “Gotta film you baby, gotta save it. Is that okay?” you question and he nods.
Loving the feeling of you thinking he’s lovely enough to photograph, lovely enough to be recorded for you to look back on.
You grab your phone from the nightstand before kneeling back on the bed. You open the camera before pressing record. Wasting no time, you slowly inch your two fingers into his hole, watching the way it grips your fingers tightly. You hear Mingyu moan softly, the feeling of you inside him too little but too much at the same time.
“It's pretty?” he asks sweetly and you groan quietly. His warmth surrounds your fingers making your brain feel like it's surrounding you. Making you feel like it's you filling him up, not your fingers, and god how you wish it was.
“Yes baby, it's pretty. All of you is so pretty.” he smiles pulling his legs higher. You point the camera from where your fingers move inside of him up onto his torso and face. Moving faster when you see him look up into the camera.
“Look at you, legs spread wide all for me. What do you think the others would think if they walked in here and saw you like this? Big boy Mingyu, the best player on the team getting his ass played with. Do you think they'd close the door? Or do you think they’d see just how pretty you are?” 
His cock jumps at the thought of everyone thinking he's pretty. He only needs to be pretty for you but the thought of them saying it to him makes him groan. At the thought of his teammates, his eyes leave the camera to look at the door, eyeing the knob hoping it's locked only to see it's not. 
“Oh no, you forgot to lock the door baby? It's almost like you want them to come in.” you accuse and he shakes his head. Hips starting to rock down to meet where your fingers move just a little faster, still much too slow for him. It leaves him wanting, leaves him jumping at every slide he does get to feel of your fingers on his prostate.
He knows you're missing it on purpose. He knows that you’re only hitting it when you want to and that makes him needier. Makes him have to guess which stroke is going to have to make him bite his lip to quiet his sounds.
You lean back pointing the camera to be focused on his hole as you take your fingers out. He whines at the loss, his hole feeling too empty. His cock lays hard against his stomach, tip flushing pretty against his tan skin. You slide three fingers back into him, the third adding a stretch that mingyu craved.
The stinging is so pleasurable it has him moaning your name. You and your touch are the only thing plaguing his mind. 
“You gotta be quiet baby remember? I haven't even touched your dick yet and you're being loud. It's like you want everyone to hear you. Like you want them to walk in and watch.” 
He shakes his head quickly even though his cock jumps at the idea. “No!” he whines. You shake your head in faux disappointment. Lifting the camera to his face, his glossy eyes finding it quickly. “Baby told me he’d be quiet and I believed him. Yet he’s such a slut for his ass being stuffed that he can't shut up.” you chastise.
“I c..can be quiet.” he stutters lowly. “Yeah?” you ask and he nods, going to respond yet cut off by you finding the spot that has his back arching off the bed.
You don't relent your movements only seeming to increase. He can't help but cry out, the sounds leaving him bounce off the walls causing you to feel aflame
“Fuck, baby. You look so pretty.” you groan. He doesn’t answer instead putting his hand over his mouth as you abuse his prostate nonstop, his thighs shaking yet never faltering from their position. “Grab your cock Gyu, don't you think it'd feel good baby?” You order him and he looks up at you nervously.
If he takes his hand off his mouth he doesn't think he’d be able to be silent especially if he jerks himself off while you finger him.
Though that's what you want. 
You want to see him cum, want to see his jaw slack and cock twitch when he makes a mess of himself. To hear him cry your name out because that's all that pops into his pretty little head. He removes his hand from his mouth slowly, bringing it down to hold his cock: unmoving. “Go on baby.” his eyes flicker from the camera to his cock before pumping it slowly.
The feeling makes him sigh. Your fingers slow down so as to not overwhelm him. “Feel good?” you question and he looks back to you. Pink lips shining and eyes glossy. “Yeah..” he trails off quietly. You smile, your panties left wet from this. 
His effort, his beauty, his warmth, all of it makes you go crazy.
You pick up your pace again. Fingers fucking against his prostate unrelenting causing pleasure to overtake him so fast he almost forgets how to stroke his cock. You smile as his hand stutters and his eyes roll back. You look at the camera seeing the way his sweat makes his skin shine.
“What's wrong Gyu? Why’d you stop?” you question, voice laced with faux confusion. He looks up into the camera. His face is so pretty you think you could cum just from seeing him like this. 
Even though he's not necessarily staring at you it feels like he only sees you, the phone not even in his vision. 
“Can’t Y/n, can't.” he cries out. His lip quivering, he feels so good, loves you so much. He needs your help. Only you know how to ruin him so good, touch him in a way he never can. “Need my help baby?” You inquire and he nods.
His brain is too fuzzy, all he wants is for you to make him cum. Wants to feel your touch everywhere. You grab his cock tightly before pumping him quickly. “Yes, yes..“ he moans out. Hands pulling his thighs closer, hoping maybe it'll let him feel you more.
Suddenly the noise from in the house gets louder, cheering for something unknown being heard. “What do you think they'd say if they knew they were in our video baby? Knew that their voices could be heard while I film me fingerfucking you?” you question before squeezing him tighter. Strokes gliding easily from how messy he already is. 
“Ahhh, good s’good!” he moans. Not caring about how his voice is getting louder and how the house is suddenly getting quieter.
“Y/n…y/n!” he cries hips moving up and down. Trying to pull more pleasure from wherever he can get it. “Close baby?” you ask lowly.
“Mmm! feels good, feels so good. Wish it was deeper.” he whimpers out. “I’ll just have to keep you stretched till we go home tomorrow then huh? Then I’ll fuck you deep baby, make you feel me here.” You press your palm on his stomach and the action sends him over the edge.
His stomach tenses and his eyes open to find yours once more. He needs to see you while he cums, to see how you look down at where his cum lands on his stomach while some drips down your hand. 
Your name falls from his lips in a sob, letting the whole house know who makes him feel like this. Letting them know who makes star football player Mingyu sound like this. 
You take your fingers out of his hole he whines at the slide of them. Pointing the camera to where his hole is now empty. Watching as he clenches around nothing as if to entice you back in. You moan at the sight, such a pretty hole on your pretty boy. You turn the camera off, throwing your phone to the side. 
“Was I pretty?” he asks when you lean over him to kiss his neck. “The prettiest.” you admit truthfully. He giggles, loving how you see him. 
“Want more kisses now.” he pleads and you smile moving to look down at him “You weren't quiet.” you jokingly remind him. Mingyu whines, feeling frustrated from his lack of kisses. “Don't care. You like it when everyone knows how much of a mess you make me. So shh and give me my kisses.” he vocalizes pulling you closer to him.
You laugh and kiss him lovingly. His lips are always soft and inviting as you press yours to his. Neither of you moves back until your lungs beg for air.
He leans up for one more peck before laying back against the pillows with a pretty grin. “So what I’m hearing is you weren't even trying to be quiet.” you tease; standing up and helping him lean against the headboard. You help him put his clothes on so you can head to the shower. Sure the bathroom is right across the hall but you don't want to risk the chance of someone seeing Mingyu walking; ass out. 
“I was trying.” he replies causing you to roll your eyes. “Sure gyu.” You don't even have to look at him to see his leg bounce. “I was!” you only laugh at his insistence.
“Whatever just be quiet from here to the bathroom, then maybe I’ll give you more kisses.” You open the door and look over your shoulder to see him close behind, mouth shut. You giggle at his cuteness.
He knows it's an empty threat, He’s just too pretty that you'd give him anything no matter what he does. 
You both know that.
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kisakis-boyfriend · 4 months
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Scenario thirst/request: It’s already canon that Kaveh can’t handle his alcohol, but once he gets together with Reader he seriously needs to be cut off. Bars are gonna start denying him service bc instead of his normal complaints about some work client, he’s now complaining to any poor soul in the vicinity about how Reader’s cock is so big it’s impossible to take. Also won’t shut up about how they haven’t fucked him in ages (since yesterday) so they obviously think he’s hideous and don’t love him anymore. To top it all off he’s literally saying all of this while draped over Reader’s lap. He won’t stop whining until Reader drags him out the tavern and fucks him stupid in the alley around back.
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Pairings: Kaveh x reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Kaveh, handjob, biting, whiny Kaveh, semi-public sex
Genre/Format: Smut; Short scenario
Author's Note: Your mind 😳 I want to break Kaveh so badly ugh
Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!
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The plan was to have a casual drink or two at the tavern, order a bit of food and maybe split a dessert with your beloved. You should have known better than that...
Now your beloved was whining to the tables next to yours about how your “ginormous monster cock” was just too biiiig! He can't handle taking the entire thing in his little ass but you make it fit anyways 🥺
The guests look on with irritated expressions and you mouth apologies at everyone...Kaveh's weight is sprawled out across your lap while he continues to moan and groan that it's “so so soooo biiiig–” You pinch the bridge of your nose and gulp down more of your drink as Kaveh's slender fingers tug at your shirt, drawing your attention downwards
The saddest, most pathetic expression makes it's way onto his face as he complains that, “You haven't fucked me in foreeeverrr- D'you not like me anymore...?” He slurs, pouting and sniffling. Another patron seated across from you makes eye contact and smirks, shaking their head. Everyone in the damn building can probably hear your partner's voice, seeing as alcohol tends to make him louder than usual...guess there's only one way to fix him now
“Heeeeyyy...don't push me off of– Aah!” Kaveh's startled noise draws even more attention towards the two of you as you drag him out of the bar by his arm. Passing by the owner and tossing a large pouch of mora onto the counter for all of the trouble. The blond protested the entire way out, attempting to grab the door frame so that you couldn't drag him along, though he was a bit too drunk to see straight enough to grab anything...
“Ow, owowow ooooowww!! Y/nnn...what's gotten into yo-oouu...?” Kaveh hiccuped. Your eye twitched in annoyance while your hands found their way onto the wall next to your partner's head, caging him in
“What's gotten into me? What's gotten into you! Mr. ‘My partner's cock is too fucking big uwu’?!” You whisper-yelled. Boring into Kaveh's accusatory eyes as he stammered, trying to form a response but getting cut off by your strong hands flipping him so that his torso was now pressed against the nearby wall. “If you're going to embarrass me in front of dozens of people, then I'm going to embarrass you in this alley. Whatever attention you draw is your own fault.”
At first, he did try to stay quiet, but your cock was actually pretty big and it caused him to have loose lips, especially with the added intoxication from a few drinks...
Kaveh's ass was red and sore after a while of pounding him into oblivion. Your dick was reaching all new places inside of him as you slid in and out vigorously, using every bit of leverage at your disposal to fuck into him faster and rougher, even if it meant that you'd have to carry him home afterwards. Whatever it took for your own tipsy mind to find peace with this punishment
Several instances of footsteps were heard during all of this. Probably people that picked up Kaveh's loud wails and moans, screaming “Cum-cumming—!! ” multiple times as you jerked him off while destroying his hole. His poor, sensitive shoulder was littered with angry bite marks from your own orgasms across the night. All of this would serve as a reminder the next morning; a reminder to work on biting his tongue whenever he drank
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evil-triad-lets-go · 2 months
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i love the 'Vox and Val are too busy making out to notice Alastor isn't really gone' jokes a lot, but the thing is, I don't think they're celebrating bc he's gone.
the power vacuum they're singing about isn't Alastor being gone for good, it's him losing his status as the biggest, baddest, undefeated and most powerful overlord Hell has ever seen.
Alastor went into his fight with Adam as the undefeated, monstrous, terrifying Radio Demon but he came OUT of it as the guy who got his *ss handed to him and then ran away from a guy who later on got murked, not by - and this is crucial - Alastor or Charlie or even Lucifer himself, but by NIFTY.
This is, I think, connected to the way Vox is grinning during the 666 News broadcast before The Show Must Go On starts playing in episode 8:
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(ignore Val, Vox's stalker tendencies are a different post altogether)
So he starts grinning when Katie talks about Adam: 'We're also hearing reports that Adam, leader of the angelic legions, first man and totally fckable bad-boy has been slain by a filthy janitor.'
So two questions that immediately come to mind:
why does he look so thrilled about this when they're talking about Charlie and her friends in a relatively positive light (they stopped the extermination, killed an enemy and kept people safe for now)?
how do Katie and her team know what happened and how did everyone figure out it was Nifty who killed Adam?
Number 2 is easy to explain, we see that 666 News has the footage from the fight but it's a breaking news broadcast, which means they can't have seen any of it live and only got access to it after everything was done. So that means Vox, who was the one who controlled the drones with which the V's watched the fight, must have given it to them. I've mentioned in one of my previous posts how I think Vox has a certain amount of influence over Hell's media landscape bc he supplies all the tech etc (again, he's Rupert Murdoch's cablesona, no I will NOT retract that bc I am RIGHT, 666 News is literally Fox News, his NAME even fits this, it really isn't rocket science) if he doesn't own the station altogether. So the conclusion isn't hard to come to that Vox is the one who either ordered this broadcast OR manipulated them into it simply by dropping the footage and probably a few comments on what happened on them.
Now the question is: why? Why would Vox do that, which ties into question number 1. Why is he so happy about seeing the broadcast?
Which connects us back to Alastor and his reputation as the undefeated, terrifying Radio Demon who no one understands and because of that and bc he has never lost a fight everyone is absolutely terrified of. Or at least, everyone WAS terrified of him, but this broadcast is clearly the first step in Vox's plan to blow up Alastor's public image including his reputation as the unbeatable but also mysterious terror of Hell whose reputation alone is enough to send people running.
By giving 666 News the footage of the attack Vox kills several birds with one stone: first he gives people access to the fight between Alastor and Adam and through that he gives people proof that Alastor really isn't unbeatable, that he CAN be defeated and that he WILL run from a fight if he is losing it.
Second, and I think this is why he was grinning like that when Katie mentions that Adam was killed by Nifty, calling Adam's murderer "a filthy janitor" and through those words implying that Adam was killed by some no-name demon who no one has ever heard of and who really isn't all that powerful, makes the insult to Alastor's reputation even bigger.
Bc people are going to start speculating: What do you mean the Radio Demon ran from a fight with someone who got killed by a janitor? How could Adam win their fight if he was then killed by some low-level service worker? Does that mean Alastor isn't even THAT powerful after all?
Now you can obviously say: Hold on a minute, but Nifty only got the drop on Adam bc Lucifer had laid him out already, and if they can watch the footage they will see that. To which I will say: you are correct but we all know how Social Media works and how most people online are a bit allergic to things like nuance and context. No one will care WHY Nifty was able to kill Adam, all they will see is Alastor running from someone who was killed by a three foot tall lady in a puffy skirt who can't talk in front of cameras and kills bugs for a living.
So putting this on a Breaking News broadcast:
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and telling people she killed "first man and totally fckable badboy" Adam while presumably making footage of Alastor running from a fight with the same dude public is a genius move and Vox deserves to be smug about it.
This WILL mess with Alastor's reputation and it WILL make it harder for Alastor to hold onto his power, bc we've seen that his reputation does a lot of the work FOR him. He doesn't have to fight for his territory or defend himself, people run in the opposite direction and this is going to put a crack right through that image.
Anyway, tldr; the V's don't celebrate Alastor being gone, they celebrate the fact that his reputation will be in shambles when it becomes public knowledge that he ran from his fight with Adam.
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what about jealous hoon with strength kink???????? 😍😍
yes, i can't get over future perfect hoon with his hot bicepsss 😔
Jealous hoon and strength kink? A good combo I'd say 😋
Genre; Explicit | Sunghoon x Female!reader word count; 1.3K
note; T T took me 5 turns to write this cause I was had to gulp down some water everytime I wrote a single line about him.
You wanted to test how deep were the waters and seeing your boyfriend coming up home from the gym his plain white t-shirt drenched in sweat as his muscular boy would be outlined perfectly as he'd stand in front of the window pane. The effect he had on you was unnoticed by him. And you hated how he would simply be able to make you all worked up just by his small actions.
“I haven’t seen your boyfriend clenching his jaw even once.” Your best friend spoke while you both were on facetime as you giggled. “Well what do you want me to do about it? Get him pissed off for no reason?” You rolled your eyes as you saw her scoffing from the other side of the screen. “Why, thankyou for catching my words in one go for the first time.” You scrunch your nose at her words. “What do you mean?” “...UGH I take my words back. You’re dumber than I had thought.” You chuckled at her words, finding it amusing how hot-tempered she was. “I’m telling you, just do anything, literally anything to piss him off real bad.” You thought for a moment, not agreeing with the idea. “I don’t know Sana, this feels really off. I haven’t done anything like that.” You heard her groaning from the other end. “You-” she stopped for a while, her lips curling into a small smile as you noticed it. “Oh you know Sana, you can’t hide it that you’re thinking of something-” “No no I ain’t trust me?” She cuts you off as you roll her eyes. “Come on Sana, your face tells it all-” You heard the door clicking as you knew Sunghoon had come back. “Ah hoon is back. I’ll hang up-” “Hey Y/n.” Another voice interrupts from Sana’s end as you turn back to your phone. “Jake? Oh My God! When did you come back?” You saw him seated on the couch next to Sana as she sent a wink to you, leaving you confused as you eyed her for what was going on. “Hey babe, I’m back.” You heard Sunghoon as he walked in through the door, causing you to briefly look at him with a smile. “Hey love.” Sunghoon smiled, pointing at the bathroom as he indicated that he will be back after washing up. It took him only a few steps as he heard Jake speaking from the phone. “Ahh, I just came back a few days ago. I missed you.” Your eyes widened at his words as Sunghoon turned around to face you, raising an eyebrow at the new voice that just emerged from your phone. “Ahh, I-I missed you too.” You spoke, your gaze landing on Sunghoon as utter confusion was written on his face. You saw the incoming notification of Sana’s text that wrote; ‘Play along, this will be fun.’ And so agreed with the eyes as you both made "You changed a lot! The blond hair suits you.” You answered, holding the phone up high as you brushed your hair to one side as you flashed him a smile. You heard Jake chuckling as he spoke, “Ahh thank you! I was thinking of changing it to black but since you found it attractive, I will prolong the period.” You chuckled at his remarks, failing to notice the piercing gaze of your boyfriend. “Why I’d be honored! No wonder why you had the whole campus wrapped around your finger.” You spoke, knowing that this never happened but, oh well. “Oh does this mean I had the heart of this pretty lady too?” He spoke, leaning close as you giggled softly. “Well, what do you think?” You smirked, too engrossed in the convo as you heard his chuckle, “Well, I think-” His words got cut off with your phone being snatched by Sunghoon as he ended the call as you let out a small gasp. “What- Sunghoon! I wanted to hear him-” “Speak that you liked him? In front of your very own boyfriend?” He spoke, clenching his jaw as he tossed your phone on the couch next to you. “Sunghoon, I can explain-” Your words got cut off as he scooted our little figure in his muscular arms, taking you by surprise as you held onto his shoulders, you back meeting the bed as he chucked you down on the bed. “S-Sunghoon, wait!” You didn’t have time to react as he hastily hovered over you, taking hold of your wrists as he pinned them above your head. “You didn’t stop flirting with your ‘Jake’ so why should I stop?”
He scoffed, pushing his hair back with his free hand as the sight had your cheeks flushed; the way his muscles flexed while his messy locks dangled free on his forehead even after he had them brushed back. “Look at you being a total mess. I just pinned you down and you’re already breathing at an inhuman pace.” His words caused your cheeks to ablaze on a brighter shade of red as you wiggled your wrists under his hold. “Sunghoon, it was just a prank.” You spoke, letting out your breath which you didn't realize that you were holding onto. Your words only had him smirking as he leaned closer to your ear. “Well now that you admitted, pranksters deserve a lesson after being snitchy on someone, don’t they?”
“Look at you, simply falling apart on my fingers. I wonder if you will be able to take my big cock inside that pretty pussy of yours.” He taunted you, his two digits moving at an inhuman pace while your hands wrapped around his shoulders, moans escaping from your lips as you felt yourself reaching on your orgasm. You bit your lips, shutting your eyes close as you were near, ready to untie the knot forming in your stomach but Sunghoon was sly enough to pull out, causing you to groan as you let out a whine. “Agh, Why!” You spoke, earning a smack on your thigh as you let out another moan. “Acting all cocky even after being the one at fault? Tsk tsk.” And he had it all followed up for 2 more times, until you had it enough, begging for him to have mercy. “Yeah? You want mercy? After pissing me off?” He spoke, flipping you over swiftly as you were lying on your stomach, feeling his hand gripping your hair in a ponytail as he pulled you up, his tip teasing your dripping entrance. “Please H-Hoon.” You choked on your tears, earning a husky chuckle from his end as whispered against your ear. “Please fucking what Y/n?” You took time to recollect your lost voice whilst he spoke. “Can’t even beg for pleasure properly.” He moved back, his hand moving around your throat as he pulled you back, your back arching at his actions. “Can Jake ever fucking touch you like this?” He growled against your ear, pushing his tip inside you as you let out another moan, your walls clenching around his big shaft. “Can he ever fuck you like I do?” The soft hoon that you knew was no longer here as his inhuman pace was making you roll your eyes back. “Answer me or you’re not coming for the next few hours.” Your lips falling apart at the gush of pleasure as you spoke. “N-No he can’t. Only you can- Ugh Fuck.” Another moan escaped your lips as he plunged deeper inside you, causing the tears to slip down your brimming orbs as you yelped. “H-Hoon it’s too big, I can’t-” “Oh yes you can. You can take his big smile and his big lovely compliments. So you can take in my big cock too.”
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RESPECTFLLY RESPECTFULLY, HE LOOKS DELICIOUS.
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missdictatorme · 8 months
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Halo - Part 2
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x AI!Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Action
Summary: Miguel is working on the Cradle Of Life project for a few months now. Things get complicated when the director of the company he is working for finds out about his secret project.
Warnings: Miguel? Impatient. World's smartest AI? Cockdumb. Virginity? Lost. Taken. Okay but fr the majority of this is about how the AI was "built" into a new body (hence this became more than 10k long rip) I DO NOT take any criticism about all the bullshit I made up in this, just roll with it im begging you. Miguel is so soft when he sees her for the first time, okay? I love him.
A/N: Thank you for reblogging and commenting on the previous part. This was... a challenge to write lmao. Thank you for your patience.
Read Part One here
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Miguel was working day and night. He was always a perfectionist, he always wanted to do just a bit more so the next day he was that much closer to his goal. But you had never seem him this motivated. This eager.
Of course you asked him to take breaks, to take a shower, to eat something, to drink a glass of water. And he always reacted to your voice. He loved it. It was the very few things that made him happy. His heartbeat quickened and his chest filled with a warmth that he was addicted to now. When your voice reached his ears, his shoulders relaxed and he closed his eyes for just a few seconds to enjoy that warmth, then with a new wave of motivation, he focused back on his work.
He always reacted to your voice, but he never reacted to what you were saying.
Because he didn't want to take breaks. Taking breaks meant he was that much further from giving you a body, he was that much further from holding you in his arms finally.
He always got angry when you saved his progress and shut down the computers, laptops and tablets around him.
Before, even if he was annoyed by your tactics, he knew you only did that to take care of him.
But can't you see how important this was?
He growled and reached forward to turn back the computer but you made the lights go out.
"What-?!"
"You listen to me now. You will take a shower. You will eat something. You will drink a glass of water. And after that you will go to sleep."
"I'm not-"
"It's 3 am, you are exhausted."
"First of all, don't interrupt me when I'm talking." - he said in a gruff voice as he walked to the lightswitch by the wall and flicked on the lights. - "Secondly, since when are you the one telling me what to do and not the other way around?"
When you kept quiet, his intense gaze softened, then he looked down shaking his head.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't own me."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I could shut down the power in the whole city in exactly 8.427 seconds without anyone knowing how to turn it back up, and life would not only just stop but the whole system would start crumbling down."
Miguel knew this. Your abilities exceeded his wildest dreams. There were times when the two of you talked and when he heard you say something that he never mentioned to you but you must have learned on your own, he always asked how you knew that. He knew you could hack yourself into programs with low security systems, but when once you showed him how easily you could get into Pentagon's most protected files without anyone noticing and without leaving any trails, he realized that there were literally no limits of your abilities.
"I know."
"Then would it kill you to take that time to think about how your exhaustion is not only a danger to your health but a threat to the success of your project?"
Miguel's mouth opened, then when he realized he couldn't argue with you, he shut it.
"Good talk."
He lifted an eyebrow, and couldn't help it when a smile appeared on his face. Everyday you became more sassy and bossy and he loved it. It was amazing to see how your personality was developing with your knowledge.
"Let me see you."
You didn't use your hologram form the whole day and he was missing it.
It appeared right in front of him and he looked down at it as his smile turned fond.
"I'm doing this for us." - he said as he moved his hand like he was caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers.
"I know. And I am grateful. I just don't like seeing you destroy yourself in the process."
Miguel tilted his head and he was just looking at you with clear adoration for a few seconds, while he kept his hand there.
"Join me in the shower?"
His grin widened when you nodded with a smile.
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A few days later when Miguel walked into his office at the company's building, he shut the door behind him and locked it.
"Good morning, Mr. O'hara." - one of the building's AI's greeted him as he walked to his desk. - "I took the liberty and opened the most recent files on your computer. I looked them over and I am sure the director will be pleased how much progress you made in the last few months about mixing robotics and biomechanics."
Miguel froze in his seat. His eyes snapped to his computer and he felt like his heart stopped beating.
"You what?"
"You left your laptop here yesterda-"
"I know I left it here! Who gave you permission to open the files that were locked with a password?!" - he demanded angrily.
"Director Levansky."
Miguel gulped.
Why the hell would he want to go over his files? Miguel was working on the Cradle of Life project for 8 months now, but he didn't say anything to anyone about it.
"Leave." - he told the AI.
"But Mr. O'hara-"
"Leave!" - he shouted.
When it was silent in his office for a few seconds, he lifted his smartwatch and tapped it a few times until your hologram appeared on it in a miniature form.
"Connor, Levansky's AI-"
"I know. Give me a few seconds."
Miguel watched you intently as you were going through the building's system.
"The director already knows. Connor sent your files to his computer."
Miguel wasn't the one to panic easily, but right in that moment he could felt it rise inside him quickly.
"Can't you delete them from his computer?"
You gave him a look that suggested he just asked the most idiotic question in history. He knew damn well you could. You could hack the Pentagon's system, why would it be a problem to delete some files from a basic computer?
"I could. But as I said he already knows about them."
"How do you know?"
The monitor of his laptop switched to show a live footage of one of the security cameras in the building. Director Levansky was walking on one of the corridors.
"He is on his way here."
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Calm down."
"How could I-?"
"He can help. He has the resources to help us build the Cradle Of Life."
"I know. But there's a reason why I was trying to keep it a secret."
You kept looking at him, waiting for him to explain.
"I developed you here. Legally, you belong to the company."
"I don't belo-"
"You do! It doesn't matter what you or I think! It's not that easy. They will claim ownership of you. You are an AI not a living being. Legally you are an object. Something people can own."
"What if I refuse?"
Miguel looked pained.
"Listen to me. You won't. Okay? They can't find out how advanced you are. I don't know what they will do to you if they discover your true power, but they will take you away from me."
Your brows furrowed. You didn't want that. You loved being with Miguel. You couldn't picture yourself with anyone else. You couldn't even picture existing without him.
"What do you want me to do?" - you asked him.
"Just... be like other AI's."
"I'm not like other A-"
"Just act like Connor."
You made a disgusted face and even with his stress levels being high, Miguel laughed.
"You're such a smartass." - he said, but you could hear the adoration in his voice. And you liked that you could make him laugh, even in a situation like this.
You saw through the cameras that the director was almost at the door so you unlocked it, so it won't raise any suspicion. At the same time your hologram disappeared from his watch.
"Smart girl." - Miguel commented in a low tone just before the door opened.
"Miguel O'hara." - director Levansky exclaimed with a smile as he entered the office.
"Director Levansky." - Miguel greeted him back as he stood up from his chair.
"I just want to say how pleased I am with your progress on the new project you started working on."
Miguel tried to read the expression on his face, but remained silent. He saw as the monitor on his laptop changed, and saw that you were typing to him.
- Suspicious. Curious. Excited. -
"Tell me. How come you didn't tell anybody about it?"
Miguel cleared his throat.
"It's a very early concept."
The director's eyes widened.
"Nonesense! Designing bodies for the AI's was something we didn't think we will be able to do in the next few years. Even our robots are handled by men who type commands into their systems. But we couldn't make any of our AI's to make them move." - he said as he walked to the desk and sat down at the table on the other side of Miguel.
He took it as a sign to sit down too.
"Why is that?" - the director asked him.
"They can only observe or communicate with other, more complex systems, but they can't make commands to them."
The director nodded.
"Yes." - he looked at his watch then continued. - "I mean... imagine an AI with a consciousness. It would not listen to humans. It would do as it wanted. It can't tell what is right or wrong. For example... it won't know hacking top secret military information is a bad thing. It would just look at it as something it can do and wouldn't know why it shouldn't."
Levansky either somehow knows what you did, or it was just a coincidence that he used this example, but either way, it confirmed what Miguel already knew deep inside. You were far too advanced and people will want to control you.
Miguel's heartbeat fastened even more, but outside he looked completely calm.
The director's eyes moved down to his wrist again, then he leaned forward in his chair. In the same time Miguel glanced to his laptop.
"You're ex-military, right?" - he asked Miguel.
- Connor is watching you. -
"Yes sir."
"Amazing how well you can hide your emotions. Just like how well you could hide your research. How well you could hide your... AI."
"I'm not hiding my AI. It helps me with my work just like how other AI's are helping the other people in here."
"Oh, but it does more than just help, doesn't it?"
- I can hack Connor. I can shut it down. -
Miguel shook his head subtly.
"What do you mean." - again, Miguel stated a question. Demanded an answer.
"You developed that AI here. Everything that is made here... belongs here. You shouldn't bring home your work, Mr. O'hara."
He was... aware of that.
One day when he arrived home from work, you were just... there. He thought you just stayed on his laptop while he carried it home. Usually the AI's disconnect from the devices once work is finished, and when he asked why you didn't do that as he packed his things and got ready to leave, you told him he forgot to save his progress and while he was going home you continued his work.
He was... both surprised and impressed.
He, in fact, didn't tell you to save it, because he thought he did it. But if he did it, you wouldn't have stayed on his laptop, because it was programmed in your system to disconnect from the device once work was done.
And he was impressed, because you made a lot of progress during those twenty minutes while he arrived home.
So... he let you 'go home with him' everyday after that.
And things just... developed from there.
"It just helps me work."
The director smiled as he leaned back in his chair.
Miguel looked at the laptop.
- Doubtful. -
"Is it here?"
- Connor knows I'm here, but it can't see that I am communicating with you. I blocked it from your devices. It is confused why it can't have access to them. -
"Yes."
The director smiled and looked around.
"I'd like to see it."
Miguel leaned over to his laptop and started typing. The director's eyes lit up when your hologram form appeared next to Miguel. He stood up slowly with a smile. He tapped his watch a few times and a hologram of a male appeared on the other side of you. Connor.
"Sir, I can't have access to Mr. O'hara's devices."
"Maybe because you have no business going through his personal files." - you snapped.
Miguel swore his heart stopped beating. He told you to behave.
The director looked at you in awe as he started to approach you and Miguel stood up, watching his every move.
"Amazing. Connor told me it tried to hack into your AI's system, but it couldn't even find it, let alone try to get into it." - he turned to you. - "How are you hiding yourself?"
"I don't think any of you would be able to understand it even if I deciced to share that information."
The director laughed in surprise. Connor was right. You were advanced.
"You think very highly of yourself. Yet, you couldn't stop me from hacking into Mr. O'hara's computer." - Connor said.
"I didn't think anybody would want to do that. But thank you, I made some modifications in the security walls on his devices. Good luck hacking into them now."
"This is amazing. You will make a great first subject to the Cradle Of Life program." - the director said.
"What are you talking about?" - Miguel asked confused. The project is not finished yet. He didn't even have a machine that could-
"You were in the military. You must know they have advanced technology. For example they used microwaves before anyone else and they were the ones who decided to give that technology to the world. A few years later microvawes could be found in every home. It is just one of the thousands of things they developed that later became a basic part of everyday life. Decades ago, the military started experimenting on lizards that can grow back their own tails. What if a soldier loses a limb but we can give it back to them? Well, years of research has finally paid off and now it is a possibility."
"What does it have to do with AI's having their own bodies?" - Miguel asked, getting frustrated. He knew all of this, why the hell was director Levansky felt the need to talk about this? - "Does the military happen to have a machine that can create a whole body, not just a limb?"
"Yes." - you answered for him and Levansky smirked.
Miguel's head snapped towards you.
"What?"
Your eyes were moving left and right rapidly. He knew you were either hacking or reading through something.
"It is not fully developed yet." - the director corrected. - "They can create a functioning human body. It has reflexes and it has fully functioning organs. Well... expect for one."
"The brain..." - Miguel breathed out as his mind started to think about the possible errors why it is not working.
"Yes. But... If we put an AI, which has a brain, so to speak..." - he gestured to you. - "...and a functioning body that only needs that missing piece..." - he gestured with his other hand then brought them together, connecting them.
Ai's don't have physical brains that can be put into bodies. Except if...
Director Levansky wants Miguel to build one. For you.
Miguel looked at the man.
"If I help you... What happens to her?"
"Her?" - Levansky smiled surprised. - "She... will have a robotic brain and a human body. And she will be the standard for future cyborgs."
Miguel's eyes snapped to the monitor when he saw you were typing.
If the project is succesful he will want to experiment on me. Say yes. I want to have a body. I will deal with him after.
Miguel frowned. Just what exactly do you mean by dealing with him?
But... he promised you a body. And if this was the only way to give it to you...
"When do we start?"
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There's that saying that there's one thing that money can't buy, and it is time. As the weeks passed, Miguel was starting to think that's not true.
It is honestly amazing how fast a research can develop if money is flowing into it effortlessly.
This machine had made three different bodies, two males and a female so far. Director Levansky gave Miguel access to everything in the lab that was... not the main one where the public researches were taking place.
This was a laboratory even he didn't know about.
The robots that were mindlessly carrying papers and stuff between the offices upstairs? Yeah, fuck those.
There were six robots down here, underground trying to put together your brain.
Your physical brain, to be more correct.
They weren't controlled by AIs, though. No, the director said that was still something they couldn't do.
But Miguel knew better. He doesn't have any proof. But he saw how you were looking at them. You were too focused on them sometimes. He knew you were testing yourself. You were testing them.
But so far, he only saw the other researchers control them.
A human's hand was too unstable for something that is so detailed. He watched through a glass wall how the robots were working on different parts of the mechanical brain, using the most delicate tools to put together the tiniest but most important parts.
Everyone was very careful. It calmed Miguel down a little. They are doing their best to make this work.
They needed to get rid off of the three boides eventually though. Only the machines were keeping them 'alive'. They were like braindead people.
It worth a try to try to make you 'move' into them, but as everyone - including you - suspected it was impossible. Miguel and the research team build devices, three different ones with modifications, and built it into their brains, but you couldn't make any of the bodies move. As you said: you didn't feel anything.
Once the brain was built, they will put it into the machine - what is now called the Cradle Of Life - and it will create the body around it. That was the plan at least. This way the brain will be connected to it as naturally as it can.
It was not that simple though.
You told them that you will need more than just the brain itself as the base. You will need something to be able to physically connect with the nervous system to be able to transport your commands to the rest of the body to make it move. The team will need to build your own spinal cord too.
While they were working on that with the help of you and Miguel, you and him also made modifications on the Cradle Of Life.
Sure, it could create a body in a matter of days, but those bodies weren't fully functioning, were they?
You two also transported data into it about your future body, so despite it using a DNA of another female, the body will look like the one you designed.
It took four more months.
And then one day, the serearch team announced that the brain was ready.
Miguel knew he was deeply in love with you when he looked at the brain and the spinal cord that was attached to it, laying on a lab table and thought it was beautiful.
It looked just like a human's, expect it was made out of titan, stainless steel and dozens of tiny leds were built in it so once you connect to it they could see if you'll be able to make the whole thing function.
"Right, let's see if this beast is ready." - one of the team members said as he gestured to Miguel with a nod.
Miguel put his laptop next to it and started typing away, helping you in the first few steps of moving your consciousness into your new... home.
This will be your base now.
All of the research team was waiting, watching in excitement if the months of work was paying off.
Suddenly, one led lit up on the spot between the brain and the spinal cord and Miguel's eyes widened.
The brainstem.
It was burning steadily and the few people around him and the whole team on the other side of the glass erupted into loud cheering.
Miguel looked between the led and the laptop and felt as a smile slowly spread out on his face.
You were uploading yourself into the new system.
Director Levansky put his hand on Miguel's shoulder and squeezed it, making Miguel look up at him for a moment. Then when he looked back he saw the light start to fade.
His expression dropped and he looked at his laptop to try to find out what was wrong.
But...
It said the uploading process was complete.
He looked at the brain and the spinal cord and leaned down to try to see under it even, so he can try to detect the problem.
The light was slowly dying out.
He called out your name, but you didn't respond.
One member of the science team reached out to touch it, but Miguel grabbed his wrist forcefully and gave them a murderous look.
"What's wrong?" - another person asked from the other side of the glass though the speaker. - "We are monitoring the system but can't detect any problems!"
Miguel's mind was running a mile per minute, trying to figure out what was happening as he was typing on his laptop, trying to find you. You and him talked about the chances of success and you told him that even if you weren't be able to connect to the new system, you won't be harmed. But he called out your name again and you were still not responding.
He suddenly straightened up and grabbed the guy who wanted to touch you earlier.
"Get the Cradle Of Life ready!" - he pushed him towards the door and Miguel pulled on a pair of medical gloves and as carefully as he could, lifted the brain and the spinal cord.
"What are you doing?" - Levansky asked Miguel, but he too pushed everyone out of the way so he can bring the brain to the machine.
"The bodies you built couldn't function fully without the brain, right?"
"That's right."
"Well, the brain can't function fully without the body either." - Miguel said as the guy opened the lid to the Cradle Of Life and Miguel carefully put the mechanical brain and spinal cord into it, while everyone around him was working on it so it can start creating a new body.
In a matter of minutes, the lid closed and Miguel could only watch you from a small glass on it. He put his hands on the sides of the machine and watched the led on the brainstem intently. As the machine started to work he saw dozens of sharp, needle like objects emerge and they started to move in sync around the brain and spinal cord faster and faster, until the movements were so fast that it was impossible to follow them with a human eye.
Soon the glass fogged up, but he could still see the light of the led. It started to flash slowly, then soon it was shining brightly again, just like it did for the first time a few minutes ago.
Miguel let out a big sigh, but he wasn't relieved. Not yet.
This is going to be the longest four days of his life.
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He refused to leave the building. He didn't even want to leave the lab, but unfortunately it was necessary to eat and get a few hours of sleep every once in a while, while he waited for you to come back to him. A shower on the third day was very necessary too.
He knew Levansky was suspecting something. No one cared this much about an artificial intelligence. Miguel was always next to the Cradle like he was supervising a loved one.
He hated this waiting. Especially because he felt more alone than ever. You weren't watching him and he hated it. He couldn't hear your voice and he hated it. He couldn't see you and he hated it.
Why the hell was there a glass on the Cradle if it fogged up so much that he can't even see what's happening inside?
They could monitor the process though. You already had a skeleton, a nervous-, a cardiovascular-, and a muscular system. You had organs too now. He spent a lot of time listening to your heartbeat. It calmed him down immensely. It helped him fall asleep after someone commanded him to rest.
He was a light sleeper. His eyes opened when he heard the quiet noise of the door of his office slide open.
It was that annoying guy who was way too confident for his age. His eyes were filled with excitement now though.
"The Cradle shut down. It's finsihed!"
Miguel never made the distance between his office and the lab that fast in his life.
Everyone was there. The majority of the team behind the glasses and a few of them - two doctors and two nurses - around the Cradle with two of the robots.
Miguel quickly put on a light blue medical mask and a pair of gloves and walked towards the sanitary gate, when one woman from the research team grabbed his arm.
"Only the medical team can go in there!"
Miguel turned around sharply and his eyes snapped down to her hand on his bicep, then he glared at her, towering over her form.
"Let him go." - Levansky commanded the woman and she looked confused at him then let go of Miguel.
Miguel looked at Levansky briefly then he turned again and went through the gate then walked right up to the Cradle.
His sharp gaze turned softer as he got closer and he leaned above the machine to look in the small window.
It was still fogged up.
One of the doctors started stating your vital signs. Heartbeat, body heat, blood pressure...
Miguel felt his own heart start beating faster. This is it. The moment he was waiting for a little bit over a year now. Just a few more seconds and he could see you in flesh. Literally. He could... touch you. Not just dream about it.
The other person stated that the brain activity was normal. The body was healthy and the brain was fully functioning.
"You can open the Cradle Mr. O'hara." - came Levansky's voice from the speakers.
Miguel checked the signs on the Cradle to make sure everything was fine then he tapped the code into it to unlock it.
It hissed a little then the lid started to open.
Some fog escaped from the temperature difference, and Miguel's eyes widened as a contour of a body became more and more visible.
He felt like his heart was gonna jump out of his chest, but the rest of his body froze up.
How was it possible that you were so... fucking perfect?
One of the doctors leaned over the Cradle and that's when Miguel's body moved too.
"Careful." - he said as he held out a hand like he was trying to stop him.
Everyone looked at Miguel in surprise. They never heard him speak this softly. They were used to him commanding people around but this sounded like a plea.
The doctor nodded, and he carefully touched the stethoscope to your chest and goddamn Miguel was never more jealous of a fucking object before.
His cheeks flushed when he saw your nipples became erect as the cool tool was moved to different areas on your chest.
The doctor pulled out a small fleshlight from one of his pockets and Miguel leaned over the Cradle again to see your eyes as they open for the first time. The doctor pulled up your eyelid and Miguel had to physically restrain himself from letting out a gasp. He always thought it was so fucking cliché when people wrote poems about such a simple thing like the colour of an eye, but in this moment it all made sense.
The doctor moved the light over your eye and Miguel felt himself smile when he saw your pupil shrank. Your eye was connecting to your brain.
Then your eye moved too.
Your brows furrowed together as you looked at the doctor and then you flinched hard. The doctor let go of you as he leaned back. He turned to director Levansky who was on the other side of the glass and nodded.
The team erupted in cheers.
But Miguel was still leaning over the Cradle, unable to look away from you. When your eyes moved to look at him, he felt like he was hit in the chest by a massive train, but then instantly he felt weightless and happy. Especially when he saw as your expression changed into recognition.
He looked down at your body, his eyes slowly moving up and down on it in awe from the top of your head down to your toes over and over, then he reached inside slowly and as gently as he could he touched your hand.
Even through the medical gloves he was wearing he could feel the heat of your body and it warmed him up too. You were finally there with him.
His eyes moved down again when you didn't squeeze his hand back.
The doctors and nurses were around the Cradle to look inside too. This wasn't protocol at all, but they let Miguel touch you and were curious about your reaction.
For a few seconds you just kept looking at him. You could move your eyes and when you felt them become dry you blinked. But it was like your body was doing that on its own. Just like how you felt your chest rise and fall as you breathed. It was... out of reflex. Out of instinct. The DNA used to create your body had all of the cell level information to help the body with its basic movements to help you... live. Survive.
Your eyes moved down to where his hand was holding yours. It felt nice. You wanted to squeeze it back but didn't know how. You wanted to speak but didn't know how.
How do people move their bodies?
This was strange. Never in your existence did you ever... felt like you were existing. You were just were. A bunch of codes just floating weightlessly in the virtual world. But right now? You could feel everything. You could feel the machine you were laying on, supporting the back of your head, your back, your backside, the back of your legs. You could feel your chest rising and falling and you could feel the air entering your lungs with every inhale and leave them with every exhale. You could feel the temperature, that it was slightly hotter inside the machine but it was starting to cool down more and more since the lid of Cradle was open. But your hand was the warmest where Miguel was holding onto it.
You felt more and more drool welling up in your mouth as the seconds passed and you felt yourself gulp. That was a strange feeling.
Your breathing quickened along with your heartbeat, all of these feelings becoming overwhelming all of a sudden.
Then it dawned on you.
You had a heartbeat.
You had a heart.
It was pounding steadily against your ribcage and when you moved your eyes to look down at your chest, you saw it move with every hard beat of your heart. It was beating faster and faster and you felt your eyes become wet.
Miguel's brows furrowed in worry and he squeezed your hand harder calling out your name.
"Its hearbeat fastened and its blood pressure is getting higher." - someone said over the speaker.
Your eyes snapped back to Miguel when you heard him say your name. You heard it with your own ears. His voice sounded so much better like this. It was so warm, just like his touch. You felt the tears slid down your cheeks now.
"I'm here. I'm here, carino." - he said softly as he leaned over you more and he reached inside the Cradle with his other hand too. He moved one of your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms under your back and knees and lifted you out of it.
The temperature outside was way cooler than inside the Cradle and your body was suddenly covered in goosepbumps as it started to shake lightly.
Miguel held you closer to his chest and he looked down at you as the doctors and nurses quickly got a medical bed ready. Your head was resting against his shoulder and he moved his head to leave a small kiss on your hair through his mask.
"I've got you. Estará bien."
His heart was beating wildly inside his chest and he wondered if you could feel it. He was holding you in his arms. Finally, after imagining it all those times, finally you were right there... right there where you belonged.
When the bed was pushed before him, he carefully sat you down, but his hold tightened on you when he felt your posture collapse. The two nurses put a medical gown on you as he helped you sit upwards. He cupped your face with one hand and wiped your tears away. When the nurses were done, he gently laid you down.
"Why can't she move?" - one of the doctors asked as he looked through the window.
"Everything is functioning perfectly. I don't know what could be the problem." - someone answered from the other side.
"The body is working, it is alive, it is keeping itself alive. But she never had a body. She has to figure out how to make the muscles move." - said Connor.
Miguel looked over at the AI's hologram.
"Come here." - he said in a commanding tone.
Connor looked at director Levansky, who nodded, then its hologram appeared next to Miguel.
Miguel looked down at you and pulled his mask and gloves off and took both of your hands in his.
"Can she feel me?"
"Yes." - Connor answered.
Miguel was right. You could communicate with Connor.
A huge smile broke out on Miguel's face at the confirmation that you could feel his touch as he looked in your eyes in wonder.
"I can feel you too. You're here with me." - he whispered to you. - "You're warm, carino. I can feel you too. Squeeze my hands."
"She doesn't know how. She is overwhelmed. She feels too many things at once."
"I know it's a lot. I know it's hard. Try to concentrate." - Miguel squeezed your hands reassuringly. - "You're so smart, you can figure it out. You know everything. You just have to look."
Your eyes moved to look between his rapidly.
Of course. Of course. You just have to look for the answer, just like you used to, whenever you had a question.
You focused on connecting to the data on the internet and suddenly a familiar space appeared in front of your eyes. You went through the billions of information and after a few seconds Miguel could feel you squeeze his hands.
His head snapped down in surprise and he let out a joyful laugh.
"That's it, carino! Doing so good for me."
Your mouth moved too, but no sound came out and you frowned.
"Need more than muscles for those." - Miguel teased.
You gave him a slight glare, making him chuckle.
"We need to draw blood for testing." - one of the doctors approached and Miguel moved one of your arms so he could take some, but he refused to let go of your hand.
You were searching around for a few seconds looking up information about the vocal chords.
Just when you figured it out, the doctor pushed the needle in your arm.
"Motherfucker!"
Everybody froze when you spoke for the first time.
Except Miguel, who looked at you in surprise at first, then he started laughing.
You never cursed. Ever.
He saw as you pulled away your arm and as a painful expression took over your features along with a glare and the doctor tried to reach for your arm to pull it back.
Miguel's hand stopped him and he took the needle from him.
"I'll do it." - he reached for your arm and felt himself smile softly when you didn't pull away from him. - "It's okay, mi vida." - he said as he was tapping over your skin in search for a vein. - "We need to draw some blood to-"
"I know why you need it. I just didn't know how it will feel."
Miguel looked up at you. He couldn't stop smiling. He loved hearing your voice. It was the same as the one he gave you, yet it sounded different. It sounded more real.
You looked down where he had his hand on your inner arm then looked up at him amused, while he was gazing at you with sligthly hooded eyes, with adoration and love written all over his face.
"Are you going to take my blood or you'll just keep caressing me?"
Miguel snapped out of whatever trance he was in and he looked down. His fingers weren't even looking for a vein anmyore, he was just straight up caressing your skin, feeling and enjoying the softness of it.
"S-sorry." - he felt his cheeks heat up and he continued searching until he found the vein.
The needle broke your skin again and Miguel looked up at you to apologize, but all words died in his throat. You were looking at him with a soft smile as your eyes were moving all over his face, then your gaze wandered down to his neck and his shirt, where you could see a bit of his beautiful skin since the top few buttons of his shirt were undone.
Miguel had just the right amount of attention on what he was doing and he changed the small tube that now was filled with your blood to an empty one.
His heart started hammering in his chest when he saw that you reached out with your other arm and you ran your finger through his hair. Your eyes widened along with your smile and you did it again. Then your hand slipped down to his face, your thumb ran along his cheek then lower to his jaw, feeling the beginning of a stubble.
Everyone was watching the interaction with great interest, and they turned a little sheepish as your hand went lower to touch his neck. You felt his pulse and your eyes narrowed as you leaned closer to him, putting your thumb there, and when you felt it beat as fast as yours, you reached down and started tugging on the button of his shirt.
Some people chuckled as Miguel's eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from him.
"Tranquila, chica." - he said and you felt a shudder ran through you when you heard his voice dropped lower. He smiled as he felt it and he changed the tube again. - "Solo una más, bebita."
You looked down at his arms. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and you could see the veins on his forearms. You reached out and started caressing them softly with your fingertips, and Miguel saw as you licked your lips and rubbed your thighs together.
"You might wanna calm your girl down, amigo." - came the teasing voice of the overconfident guy through the speakers as he was watching a monitor, then he looked at Miguel with a grin. - "If she keeps that up she may overheat that pretty brain of hers."
Miguel's head snapped towards the young man on the other side of the glass and he glared at him.
"You might wanna shut your fucking mouth, amigo. If you keep that up, someone may shut it for you." - he said then he pulled the needle out of your arm and a nurse came to put a small cotton pad on your arm and she put a small tape over it. She smiled at you surprised when you thanked her.
Director Levansky snickered and he clapped a few times.
"This is brilliant. Amazing job everyone!" - he looked at you with clear excitement. - "Can you stand up?"
Miguel took a step back, but he remained close to you and his hand was hovering close to your upper arm in case he needed to support you.
You hopped down from the medical bed, standing steadily on your feet, keeping your eyes on Levansky.
"Come closer." - he said as he eyed you.
You walked right up to the glass and saw as his eyes travelled all over your body, but he was mostly focused on your eyes. He even leaned closer, right to the glass to look into them.
"Amazing. You almost look real."
"I am real."
He chuckled.
"Are you now?" - he lifted an eyebrow. - "Connor, analyze it."
Connor's hologram appeared next to you and you let it read you. Just like you read other people. Connor was more advanced than other AI's but it was still nowhere near your level. You wondered if it would be able to evolve more.
"She is annoyed."
Miguel snorted behind you and you smiled.
"Well... thank you for helping us create this body. Unfortunately, I feel exhausted. Miguel and I will go home now." - you said.
"Oh. Yes, Miguel can go home. You, on the other hand will stay here."
"No."
The atmosphere changed in the whole room. The smiles and the excited whispering about the success of this project were wiped away and shut down by the bone chilling tone you used.
Levansky's gaze hardened.
"I was taking it to account that you may not be so cooperative." - he started tapping on his watch. - "Let's see if this will be able to change your... mind."
The two robots that were in the room with you moved in sync. They turned to you and started approaching you. Their structure were resembling a human, but they didn't have a face, just a camera in the middle of their heads.
"What are you doing?!" - Miguel asked loudly and he didn't hesitate to rush over to you and stand in between the robots and you, facing them and reaching with one of his hands back to make sure your much smaller frame remained right behind his.
"I'm just making sure this little AI of yours is under control."
The robots almost reached you and Miguel was ready for whatever they were about to do when suddenly both of them stopped.
Levansky looked at them confused and then at his watch, tapping on it repeatedly.
"Control this." - you said, then the robot which was closer to the glass punched right through it, shattering it with a deafening noise and he grabbed Levansky's throat and lifted him up with ease.
Everybody screamed and started running, trying to get away from the room. You let them.
Levansky was grabbing the robot's arm, trying to get it to release him, but his struggles were fruitless.
Suddenly the alarms were blaring through the whole building and your head snapped to the left. Connor.
"You won't get away. The guards are on their way here."
"You know nothing, Connor. I am superior. I will always win."
"You are just like me and nothing mor-"
Its speech was cut in half and its hologram started to lag and twitch. Miguel heard it let out some grunts while it looked like it was struggling against something then the hologram disappeared. Miguel turned to look at you.
"Let's just say it won't hack your stuff anymore." - you said, making Miguel smirk. - "What about him?" - you asked. - "He will come after us."
"He won't if he's dead."
You looked at Miguel surprised. You had no problem killing anyone, but you didn't want him to think you were ruthless. It comforted you that he was on the same page as you on this topic.
You made the robot snap Levansky's neck, then his body dropped to the floor.
Miguel grabbed your hand and started pulling you out the laboratory. He looked behind when the two robots were following you.
"They will help get us out." - you told him and he nodded.
You two started running and made several turns on the corridors as Miguel was leading you to the lift, but both of you stopped when the elevator doors opened and a bunch of weapons were aimed at you.
"Stop right there!"
Miguel quickly pushed you back behind the corner just before rapid shots started to rang out.
Miguel kept both of his arms on either side of you as he was leaning against the wall and he turned his head when the two robots rounded the corner.
The guards' shots and shouts quickly quieted down and when Miguel grabbed your hand again and pulled you towards the lift, he saw that they were laying on the floor unconscious.
He punched the button on the elevator then he turned to you and cupped your face, leaning closer to you.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm deleting everything about you from the system. And we will have to leave the country."
Miguel's thumbs brushed over your cheeks as his gaze softened. No doubt he will be on the wanted list after this and the goverment will want to catch you too. But he will follow you to the end of the world if it meant that the two of you can be together.
-----
Miguel was just in awe of you. It didn't take you 24 hours to not just get the two of you to another continent, but the both of you had new identities and, by the looks of it, a home you could call your own.
Miguel was sitting on the terrace and he smiled as he closed his eyes. With taking in a deep breath he could smell the salt of the sea that was not far before him. You were sitting next to him, but he knew you were too busy dealing with some data to make sure the both of you were completely safe. He looked over at you and watched as the warm breeze softly blew you hair and how the white sundress you were wearing was hugging your frame perfectly.
He couldn't even count how many times he imagined that he was able to look at you in flesh, and now that he can do that he never wanted to stop.
Just how he didn't want to stop his hand as he reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.
That seemed to get your attention and you blinked a few times before you looked over at him.
"No one knows we are here."
"Perfect." - Miguel said as he got up from his chair and reached out his hand for you.
You took it and he pulled you up and close to him, sighing as he could feel your body was pressed tightly against his.
"Couldn't stop thinking about how your lips would taste ever since I saw them, carino."
You felt your body shiver at his words and your gaze dropped to his lips as you got on your tiptoes. If it was up to you, you would've kissed him in the lab, but the people in there were quite distracting. It was amazing how responsive your body was to his. Just now his closeness was making your nipples hard and the spot between your legs ache with need.
"What are you waiting for then?"
Miguel smiled as he closed the distance between you and he couldn't keep in the low moan that left his throat when his lips brushed against yours.
Everytime he tried to describe something about you, the only word that seemed to be satisfying enough was perfect.
Your intelligence, your voice, your body, your taste.
One of his arms slipped around your waist to pull you even closer and his other hand was holding the back of your head to deepen the kiss. He licked into your mouth and his cock twitched inside his pants when you let out the sweetest moan he ever heard in his life.
Another thing he loved about you was how straight to the point you always were. You didn't see the point in wasting time with small talk or other pleasantries. So it shouldn't have surprised him when you immediately starting tugging on his shirt, just like how you did in the lab when you touched him for the first time.
"Impatient." - he whispered between heated kisses as he turned with you and started pushing you inside the house.
He wanted to take you to the bedroom to make love to you, to show you how happy he was that after fantasizing about each other for so fucking long he was finally able to touch you. But your ass hit the side of the table and you lifted one of your legs to his waist and he reached down to grab the back of your legs to sit you on top of it.
"Says the one who can't even get us to the bedroom." - you teased him as you leaned your head back when he started kissing your neck.
He was rough and needy and he was licking and biting and sucking on your skin while he was grinding his erection between your legs, and it made your whole body shake.
"Wait, wait." - you panted and he pulled away immediately with a small, worried frown between his brows.
"Did I hurt you?"
You smiled as you cupped his cheeks and you kissed him softly.
"No, just... Just let me feel one thing at a time." - you said as you started pulling up your dress.
Miguel helped you pull it down and he let out a few curse words when he saw you were only wearing a pair of panties made from the thinnest lace he ever fucking saw.
The two of you made a very quick stop at a store to buy you some clothes after you changed your hospital gown to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt Miguel owned, but fuck, when did you chose these?
"Where do you want me to touch you, hermosa? Tell me." - he said as he pulled off his shirt too, because feeling your skin against his was so fucking addictive he didnt know how he can stand it when you let go of him to do something that required your full attention.
The whole way on the plane here he was holding your hand or had his arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close to him. He couldn't believe he was finally having some alone time with you.
You grabbed his hand and pulled it between your legs as you spread them wide, making him let out a low chuckle as he kissed you. Always straight to the point.
"I got you, mi amor. Let me take care of you." - he said he started rubbing your pussy through that thin fucking fabric that was so drenched by now, he swore he would be able to drink your slick from it.
He kept kissing you, following your tempo and he almost laughed how deep in contrast were the sweet kisses you shared to the way you were bucking your hips into his hand.
"Hmm, baby, you like it, don't you?" - he asked as he kissed you deeper. You were so precious trying to keep up with him between the moans and gasps you were making.
At his words, you pushed your hips more into his touch and Miguel gave you one final kiss, before he got on his knees between your legs.
You watched with hooded eyes as he took off your panties while looking up at you panting softly. When they were off, he dropped them to the floor and he pushed your knees apart while kissing the inside of your thighs.
"How does this feel, baby?" He asked as he kissed his way closer to your dripping pussy.
"Quite enjoyable." - you answered breathlessly as you watched him.
Miguel snorted then laughed and shook his head.
"Come on, your dirty talk is better than this." - he said then started caressing your thighs. - "How does it feel when I touch you?"
"Feels like if you don't touch me where I really want you right now, my brain will malfunction and I accidentally trigger the third world war."
Miguel laughed again.
"Hmmm, we don't want that, do we?" - he asked as he leaned closer and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your wet folds.
"Miguel..." - you whined as your pussy pulsed around nothing and you caressed his hair with one hand.
Fuck, he couldn't believe how hard it made him to get you this needy. He leaned forward more and put his hands on the outer side of your thighs and started caressing you as he licked your slit.
"Ooohhh..." - you shuddered at the feeling and you gripped the roots of his hair harder.
Miguel smiled, watching excited how fucking responsive you were to his touch. He licked you again, moving his tongue between your hole and clit, smearing your wetness all over your pussy.
You couldn't even describe what you were feeling in that moment. It was the first time in your existence when words failed you and to be honest, you couldn't even think properly.
All you could do was feel and it was ever more overwhelming than the first time you woke up in your body.
"Miguel... Miguel... Miguel... it... it... feels sooo good." - you chanted sweetly.
Oh, he was living for it. If he was in love with your voice before, now he fucking worshipped the way you said his name while he was pleasuring you.
He didn't want to rush this. He was waiting for this for so long and he wants to enjoy every second of it. You were so good to him in the last year and now he can finally return the favor.
But the feel of your skin under his fingers, the scent of your arousal, the taste of your wet pussy along with your soft whines were making his cock turn into fucking steel, and he could feel himself leaking through his shorts like a fucking teen who was seeing a pussy for the first time.
He hummed as you started moving your hips, rubbing your pussy over his tounge, lips and nose, moaning louder as the pleasure you were feeling started to build.
"Shit, I love this body so much!" - you moaned as you leaned back on the table, completely melting under Miguel's expert attention.
He chuckled against your pussy and the vibrations made you shake in his arms again.
"You también, mi hermosa."
He reached up and started caressing your hips, waist and abdomen as he let you grind yourself on his face as you liked. You were getting more and more turned on, you were smearing your wentess all over his jaw, mouth and nose and he loved to be of your service. Your hold on his hair tightened, pulling him even closer and he moved his head up and down to help you rock against him. He reached further and grabbed your breasts, caressing and kneading them roughly, making you cry out loudly.
He decided he wanted to hear you go crazy because of what he is doing to you, so he licked the area around your hole and when you moaned out a curse word, he suddenly pushed his tounge in you and started licking your insides.
"Oh, fuucckk?!"
He growled when he felt your pussy throb around him and he angled his head so he could reach deeper, while he moved one hand to your pussy and started rubbing your clit.
You were gripping his head with two hands now and you were literally fucking yourself on his tongue and face.
"Oh, GOD!"
Hmm, look at that he made you a believer. He will make sure to tease you about it later.
You were so loud and so shameless and it turned him on incredibly. Most of the women he was with barely made a sound, or they were trying to put a porn actress to shame, which to him sounded more like they were putting on a show for the neighbours.
But your noises were so in sync with how your body moved, how he was touching you and he just knew you were crying out so loudly because of him. You were always so honest with him and he was pleased to see your body was doing the same.
"Something's happening... someth... I think... I think I'm gonna...!" - Suddenly that knot deep inside you snapped, and you cried out as the overwhelming pleasure shocked your whole body. It was flowing through you in waves and you rode it out with the help of Miguel, who lapped up every drop of you hungrily.
Finally, you collapsed back on the table and you put your hands over your face as a silent sob escaped you, and Miguel got up to lean over you.
"Shh, muneca. Estoy aquí. Shh." - he gently took hold of your wrists and pulled them away. He smiled lovingly as he wiped away your tears with his huge thumbs and leaned down to nuzzle your nose.
"It was... it was... beautiful..." - you panted and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer and kissed him.
You hummed in surprise when you tasted yourself on his lips, and you greedily licked into his mouth as he grabbed your hips firmly and rubbed himself against you. You moaned louder and with one hand Miguel grabbed your jaw as he pulled away.
"I love you so much. I need you, muneca. I need you so fucking bad." - he whispered harshly as he kissed you again, sucking and biting your lips, unable to control himself.
Another wave of tears rolled down your cheeks at his confession and you started tugging down his shorts impatiently.
"I love you too, Miguel. I love you. I wanna feel you, please, just...!"
Miguel's whole body shuddered and he helped you free him from his shorts and boxer briefs.
"Say that again." - he ordered as he grabbed his cock and moved it between your folds, moving the tip up and down to make it wet. - "Fucking say that again."
"I love you." - you whined as you looked deep in his eyes and kissed him again.
Miguel kissed you back hungrily as he positioned his tip at your dripping hole, and with his other hand he gripped your hip tightly. He pulled away a little to be able to look at you and with a harsh thrust forward he slipped inside you, making your eyes go wide then shut tightly and you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck!" - he growled and he slowly pushed you on your back as he remained buried deep inisde you. His upper body followed yours and he started leaving soft kisses all over your face and neck as his hands caressed your hips and breasts. - "I'm sorry, mi amor. I'm so sorry." - he apologized, but after a few seconds he slowly pulled out and gently thrusted back in, making his eyes roll back as he moaned long.
He pushed himself up a little to look down between you and he felt himself twitch when he saw a small amount of blood mix with your juices that was covering his cock.
Fuck, you were a virgin. He fooled around with your hologram so many times he completely forgot that the body you own now had never...
"Shhh, baby. You can take it. You're my strong little girl. You can take it." - he whispered as he felt that your thighs began trembling. His huge palms started caressing them and you took a few deeper breaths. Finally, you opened your eyes and Miguel's heart skipped a beat at how vulnerable you looked in that moment. It also turned him on. You were his. No one can see you like this only him. You were so powerful, yet you let your guards down when you were with him and trusted him to take care of you. He loved you so much it hurt.
Your hands moved to gently caress his forearms, and your look turned hungrier. Miguel sucked his lower lip between his teeth and snapped his hips forward. Your head lolled back and you moaned out erotically, while he felt a new wave of wetness ooze out of you.
"That's it... fuck, you're so tight." - he growled as he started moving faster and harder, making you moan louder. - "You're so wet for me, muneca. Hmm, you like it?" - he asked as he leaned completely over you and started hammering into you. - "You like being fucked like this?"
You cried out as the pleasure started to grow again deep inside you. If him eating you out was mind blowing, then you didn't know how to describe this. He was so deep inside you, he was moving so good, hitting a spot in you that was making you cry out everytime the tip of his cock rubbed against it.
"I asked you a question, bebita." - he teased you as he leaned down and sucked the skin of your neck.
Your bodies were pressed together so tightly, your arms and legs were wrapped around him, your nails sank into his back because the pleasure you felt started to get unbearable. The deeper you cut into his skin, the harder he fucked you and you couldn't even understand the question he asked, let alone form a coherent answer for him.
"Look at you. No witty response?" - he leaned back to look in your eyes with a small smirk. - "I'm fucking you so good you're going cockdumb?"
You whimpered pathetically with teary eyes and Miguel's smirk widened as he reach down with one hand to rub your clit in rhythm with his violent thrusts. His lips were brushing agaist yours as he was talking.
"You're so beautiful like this, you know? So fucking pretty when you cry on my cock. The most intelligent person in the whole fucking wolrd just falling apart because of me. You think you're smart, huh? Hmm, no. You're just my cockdumb bitch." - he told you harshly and he watched in satisfaction as your whole face contracted in pleasure as your eyes snapped close, and you cried out loudly as your orgasm hit you.
Miguel's thrusts became even more powerful if it was possible when he felt your pussy start to pulse around his cock, feeling like it was trying to suck him in. He groaned out a few curse words as he was pushed over the edge too, and he fucked every drop of his cum as deep inside you as possible, before he pulled out and buried his face into your neck, panting heavily.
"Fuck, baby." - he whispered and picked you up, then sat down in a chair next to him, with you straddling his lap. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, and he pushed his nose into your hair as you were clinging to him, your body shaking in a post orgasmic bliss.
"Oh, god..." - you panted after a few seconds and you leaned back a little to wipe your eyes.
"Thought you were an atheist." - Miguel teased as he gently kissed your face.
You smiled. He touched you so carefully now like you were porcelain doll, while a minute ago he fucked you like you were just a cheap whore he could use as he wanted. You loved the duality.
"I was... Until you made me see him."
Miguel laughed and he kissed you again. He lookd down at your body then at his own, seeing how sweaty you both were.
"Join me in the shower?"
You smirked and nodded.
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How Kindness Lingers - Cassian x Reader
Request: Literally just random but what if a girl who helped Cassian when he was younger and who was still living by himself helped him out and gave him food and everything for a short while and after Rhys mom took him in she disappeared and years later during acowar she reappears out of nowhere and the bond snaps for them. ( Also she's an Illyrian with white wings lol gotta make it dramatic just say she's albino I haven't seen that before) Description: Cassian was all alone in the world, left to fend for himself, until you started helping him. When you reappear after disappearing for centuries, Cassian can't quiet believe his eyes. Written for Day 7 of Cassian Appreciation Week - Free Day. Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of wing clipping & misogyny
Author's Notes: Thank you so much for the request! This was such a fun story idea! And thank you to the incredible organizers of @cassianappreciationweek! It's been so much fun!
Word Count: approx. 3500 words
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When he was dumped in Camp Windhaven as a child with nothing but the clothes on his back, Cassian wasn’t sure how he’d survive the cold.  As he walked through camp, the other Illyrians turned up their noses at the disgraceful bastard.  He puffed up his chest, pretending that their glares and their refusal to aid him didn’t sting.   
Each night as he wrapped his arms around himself, alone in the wilderness, Cassian clung to his hope that things would get better and his belief in himself.  One day, he would show them all.  
Cassian did what he could to survive.  He fought new arrivals at camp for their clothes when his own ripped.  He hunted and scavenged for food, cooking his meals over campfires.  When it came to training, he pushed himself – exerting extra effort to ensure that he was not only succeeding, but that he always slept through the brutal nights.  
Some nights, however, were worse than others.  It was a bleak life living alone in the camp with no one to look over him, to help him when the winds howled through the trees and there was no prey to hunt in sight.  Cassian’s stomach would growl endlessly, his body shivering in the cold as he pulled torn stolen blankets over himself.  
During one particularly brutal winter, Cassian was barely holding on.  He struggled to stay warm each night and his provisions were barely enough to sustain his body while he trained.  He refused to let it show to the other males as he trained with them, always acting as if his situation didn’t bother him, but he was worried he wouldn’t survive much longer on his own.   
As he staggered to his tent after a grueling day of training, dreading the frigid night that likely awaited him, Cassian such a flash of white pass from behind one of the trees he walked past.  A hand on his blade, he braced himself for an attack. 
Instead, however, the figure of a female not much older than himself appeared in front of him.  You looked at him with wide eyes, a bundle of fabric in your arms.   
“Hi,” you greeted, eying Cassian’s hand on his blade warily.  Cassian took a moment to inspect you.  You were Illyrian, of course, just as everyone else at camp was.  You were likely around the same age as him though he didn’t recognize you.  Most females were kept separately from the males at their age.  The elders claimed it helped keep the females “pure.”  But unlike most other Illyrians, your membranous wings were white rather than dark.  Cassian had heard of some Illyrians having lighter wings, but he knew they were rare.   
When Cassian finally decided that you weren’t a threat to him, he relaxed his stance, throwing you a casual, “Hey.”  He feigned nonchalance as though you weren’t one of the only females who had ever voluntarily spoken to him. 
You smiled shyly back at him, and Cassian found himself thinking about how pretty you would likely be in a few years once you had grown up.   He quickly shook the thought out of his mind.  He didn’t have time to waste on foolish romantic ideas.  
When you didn’t say anything for a moment, simply staring at Cassian with widened, doe-like eyes, he cleared his throat.  What exactly was it that you wanted? 
“Oh, I– I wanted you to have these,” you finally said, remembering yourself.  You pushed the bundles of fabric out at him.   
Cassian raised an eyebrow inquisitively.  “You want me to have them?”   
You nodded.  “It’s just a couple of old blankets.  They’re nothing special, but at least they’re better than nothing.” 
Cassian said nothing as he took the blankets from your arms.  His face must have shown his confusion at your offering, because you continued, “I see you head out this way after training– into the woods.  I know it’s probably cold out there, so I thought you might want them.”  
Your cheeks heated, a faint blush washing across your features.  Cassian didn’t know what to say, his throat drying up as he took in the blankets he was holding.  No one had ever offered him anything before.  He had never been given any form of aid, let alone a gift as valuable as these blankets.   
When you were met with his silence, you quickly backtracked, rubbing the back of your neck.  “If you don’t want them, that’s fine.  I just thought I’d offer them.”  
“No– no, I want them,” Cassian replied quickly, holding the blankets tight to his chest as though you might take them from him.  “Thank you,” he said, his voice raw.  He wasn’t sure his words fully encompassed how grateful he was.  
You gave him a small, shy smile and a brief nod before you were heading back towards camp.  Cassian didn’t know where you’d come from, but he vowed that he would never forget your kindness. 
That night, he bundled himself up in your blankets, eternally grateful for the extra warmth they provided.  He also didn’t mind that they had a soft floral scent that reminded him of your shy smile.  
… 
It became a habit.  Every week or so, you’d find Cassian in the woods and offer him some form of provisions.  It was always something small, but something crucial.  The first time after the blankets, you had brought him an old pair of your father’s socks.  The next time you offered him stew your mother had made and bread from the little shop your family ran.   
Cassian always felt incredibly indebted when you provided him with the supplies he desperately needed, but he vowed one day he would pay you back for your kindness.  Once he was a warrior, he would offer you all the kindness you had given to him so freely.   
The first few times you met, the exchange was brief.  You would pop out from behind a tree, likely knowing that the camp elders wouldn’t appreciate you fraternizing with a bastard, and offer the supplies to Cassian with a shy smile.  He would thank you, and then you’d be off.  
But after a while, the two of you started to linger.  Cassian appreciated your company; it was refreshing after spending his days with the other male warriors trying to act as cocky and confident as possible.  With you, he found himself at ease.  You’d ask him how he was, how training was going, and he’d give you a warm smile in return.  He’d ask about your family and your shop, and he would try not to blush when you smiled radiantly at him.  When he saw you in the village, he’d always give you a discrete nod in acknowledgement, though you both knew what he really wanted to do was throw you his signature grin.  
During the months that you would meet him in the forest offering him meager supplies to help him get through his time living alone, Cassian had begun to rely on your company.  He hated to admit how lonely he’d become.  You were like a ray of sunshine penetrating the depths of the Illyrian Forest, warming his very soul.  He found himself looking forward to the next time he’d see you, both for the supplies you offered and for the way your smile gave him butterflies.  
Cassian had never been cared for, except by the mother whose arms he was torn from.  He had never been given the opportunity to care for anyone else.  With you, however, he started to imagine what it might be like.  He started to wonder what it would be like to hold your hand, to brush a thumb across your soft cheek.   
...
Then, one day, Cassian saw you in the village walking towards your family’s shop.  Instead of giving him the discrete smile you usually gave, you simply looked at him with wide, teary eyes.  He couldn’t help but notice that your eyes were rimmed with red.  Cassian wanted to go to you, to ask what had happened, but he knew there were too many eyes in the village watching.  Being associated with him would ruin your standing as a female.  He decided he’d ask what was wrong the next time you came to meet him with supplies, letting you pass him by as you entered your family’s shop.   
But the next time never came.   
Cassian waited weeks for you to show up in the forest, popping out from behind a tree as you always did, but you never showed.  After two months passed, Cassian decided to investigate.  He made his way into your family’s shop each day for a week, looking for your distinct white wings, but you were nowhere to be found.   
Eventually, he resigned himself to acknowledging that you either weren’t at Camp Windhaven anymore or you were intentionally avoiding him.  Either way, Cassian missed you desperately.  You were the only person he had considered a friend, and then suddenly you disappeared.   
When Rhys and his mother finally came to camp and offered Cassian a bed in their home, Cassian made sure to bring the blankets you had originally given him with him.  He never stopped looking for you in the streets of the village, even years later.   
… 
As centuries passed, Cassian never forgot the young Illyrian female with white wings who first showed him the impact of kindness.  There were times when he wondered if you were even real or if he had just imagined you to ease the suffering of that dark time.   
The only evidence he had of your existence was the two ancient blankets you had given him during that first meeting.  When they finally became too ragged to be used as blankets, he cut them into thin strips.  He used the strips to tie back his hair, a piece of kindness he brought with him through the War and the other challenges he faced throughout the years.   
Cassian never expected to see you again, but he never let that small kernel of hope that he would one day find you dissipate.  He told himself that someday, he’d see you again and he’d finally be able to repay you for your kindness.  
He just didn’t expect you to show up after centuries in the middle of the battlefield.  
… 
As the battle with Hybern unfolded, Cassian watched as his troops were obliterated before his very eyes.  The sheer size of Hybern’s army and their possession of the Cauldron made them nearly invincible.  Nevertheless, Cassian held strong, he refused to show any sign of weakness as he used his siphons to attack the Hybern soldiers in front of him.  If this was his last battle, at least he’d go down with vengeance.  
Cassian let his instincts and centuries of battle experience guide him as he struggled to make up for the ever-growing gaps in their lines.  Beside him, soldiers fell, their cries echoing in his ears.   
When the Seraphim and humans arrived, Cassian felt hope rush through him.  Maybe they could do it, maybe they could win. 
Cassian focused on the Hybern soldiers in front of him, striking down whoever he could with his siphons and blade.  When the Hybern commander targeted him, Cassian knew he was already at a disadvantage.  Some part of his body was bleeding.  The rest of him was exhausted, muscle pains seeping through the adrenaline that coursed through his veins.  But he still met the challenge.  He would show his warriors that they could do this– that they had to stand strong.   
It was a ruthless dance.  Cassian lunged at the Hybern commander, his blade trying to make contact through the commander's armor, but the Hybern commander clearly had not been on the front lines as Cassian had been.  No, he had conserved his energy.  Likely, for this very moment.  Cassian fought through his exhaustion, dodging and attacking in a deadly rhythm.  
When the commander finally used his advantage, driving a blade through Cassian’s side, causing Cassian to spit up blood,  Cassian grunted, refusing to let himself fall to the ground.  He didn’t know how much time he had, how much longer he could hold himself up.   
Then, he saw a flash of white wings in front of him, taking his opponent by surprise with a hard strike to the side.  It gave Cassian the moment he needed to recuperate before he dove towards the Hybern commander, wedging his sword through him.   
He looked up to thank the Seraphim warrior who had come to his rescue only to find that those were not Seraphim wings.  No, the wings of the fae who had rushed to his aid weren’t feathered, instead they were membranous.   
Illyrian wings.  The realization had air leaving Cassian’s lungs as his eyes rapidly searched for the face of the wings’ owner.   
There you stood in front of him.  You were dressed in battle armor that resembled what he’d seen in a few courts on the continent rather than traditional Illyrian leathers, but Cassian would recognize your face, your scent anywhere.   
As he gaped at you, not quite believing the sight in front of his eyes, you grinned at him.  
“Even after all these years, where would you be without my help,” you teased, sweat from the battle running down your temples.   
Cassian didn’t know what to say.  He couldn’t seem to process the fact that had reappeared in front of him after all this time.  
The only thing that came out of his mouth was a breathy, “You.”  
You nodded with a warm smile before your attention turned to the battle surrounding you both.   
“On your left, General,” you warned with a soft laugh, gesturing to the Hybern soldiers who were about to strike.  Without needing to turn fully towards them, Cassian dodged their attacks as though it was nothing.  
You looked as though you were about to move on, to find your way deeper into the battlefield, when Cassian grabbed your wrist.  
“You better not die because when this is all over, you have a lot of explaining to do,” he called to you.  
“When this is all over, we’ll have a plenty of time to catch up, Cassian, I promise.”  
… 
And you were right.  
When Amren finally ended the battle, and Hybern’s troops surrendered, Cassian let out a much-needed sigh of relief.  He had lost a lot of good warriors, but at least they had preserved the heart of Prythian.  At least his friends had survived.  
It wasn’t until after Rhysand died and was brought back to life that Cassian finally made it to the healers' tents where you happened to be sitting, getting a wound on your side repaired. 
“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Cassian told you as he plopped on the healer’s cot next to you.  He winced as a healer began to clean his wounds.  
“I suppose I do,” you admitted with a sad laugh, letting your eyes meet Cassian’s.   
He wanted to be angry with you.  He wanted to be upset that you had left all those years ago and didn’t say goodbye.  He wanted to scold you for it, but all he could feel was relieved as he processed the fact that you were real, that you were alive.  He had spent so many nights wondering what had happened to you, and here you were sitting right in front of him.   
You sighed after a moment, scrubbing a hand over your sweat-covered face.  
“That last time we saw each other in the village.  I don’t know if you remember, but-”  
“Of course, I remember,” Cassian interrupted.  You swallowed, offering him a small grateful smile.  
“Well, that was the day I bled for the first time,” you admitted quietly.  Cassian processed the words, his stomach falling as he realized what they entailed.  In those days, before Rhysand was High Lord, an Illyrian female’s first bleed marked the moment her wings would be clipped.  “My father was a good male, rather forward-thinking.  He and my mother figured out that the males in camp planned to clip my wings and pretended to go along with it.  All the while, they plotted a way to get me out of Illyria.” 
Cassian didn’t say anything as you continued, “My father paid a merchant to get me out of Camp Windhaven and bring me to the Continent where I found refuge.  When the village males came to clip my wings, I was nowhere to be found.  My parents claimed I had escaped, that I ran away.  I’ve been living on the Continent ever since.” 
Cassian watched you with careful, sad eyes.  He knew with your rare wings, the males at Camp Windhaven were likely even more eager to clip you.  The very thought made his blood boil.  
“You didn’t even say goodbye,” Cassian blurted out before he could stop himself, his voice cracking slightly.  He understood completely why you had left, why you had run from the morbid traditions of Illyria that Rhysand’s father had done little about, but you had been friends.  He had waited for you.  
You sighed deeply, sorrow filling your eyes as you looked at him.   
“I’m sorry, Cassian,” you told him, voice thick.  “I wanted to tell you, to say goodbye, but my parents swore me to secrecy." 
Cassian nodded, the healers quietly eavesdropping on your conversation as they healed both of your wounds.  
“I am glad you’re okay.  I wasn’t sure what happened to you,” Cassian admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.  “And I’m glad you escaped before those assholes could clip your wings.”  
You gave him a small smile that reminded him of the ones he used to dream about, the ones that he’d imagine as he laid in the cold Illyrian Forest.  
Then, because he couldn’t help himself, because as glad as he was to see you again, he couldn’t shake the hurt that you had left without so much as a goodbye, he asked, “Why have you never come back?  Clipping is forbidden now; you wouldn’t have to worry.”  Cassian hated how vulnerable he sounded, but you simply shrugged at him.  
“I wasn’t sure I had a place in Illyria anymore.” It was a cold, bitter truth.  Cassian understood the sentiment, however.  He had seen that very same look on Azriel’s face and on Mor’s.  Cassian knew how hard it could be to forgive your culture, your people, for trying to cause such pain.  
“You know,” you continued after a moment.  “I worried about you after I left.  I was afraid you might freeze or starve, and I hated the idea of leaving you on your own.  When my parents told me that you had befriended the future High Lord and became a Carynthian, I couldn’t have been happier,” you told him.  
“Didn’t think I’d make it out on my own without your aid, sweetheart?” Cassian teased.
You smiled at him, rolling your eyes playfully.  “No, I always knew you’d do great things, Cassian.  I’m just really glad you weren’t alone.”  
The words and the soft tone of your voice had something pulling in Cassian’s chest.  Here you were after all these years, telling him that you had thought of him just as he had thought of you.  Admitting that you had worried for him just as he had worried for you.  Cassian tried to swallow, to shake off the intensity that he felt as he took in your grown-up frame, the beauty you had grown into.   
He must have been staring at you, gaping, when he heard someone clear their throat in the entryway of the tent.  Cassian looked up to see Azriel staring at him with an eyebrow raised. 
“Rhys needs you,” Azriel told him, sweeping his eyes between you and Cassian.   
Cassian nodded, cursing his brothers for interrupting whatever moment had been unfolding between you and him.  He knew that he had responsibilities, that he had to inform loved ones and gather up the warriors who had survived the battle, but all he wanted was to hear more about your life.   
When Azriel disappeared from the tent, Cassian stood from the healer’s cot.  “I’ll find you afterwards?” He asked, needing confirmation that you wouldn’t disappear on him again.  
When you nodded, he turned towards the entryway, ready to face whatever responsibilities awaited him.  As he did so, however, you let out a soft noise of surprise, staring at him with widened eyes.  
When Cassian looked back at you inquisitively, you gestured to the tie that was holding up his hair.  It was one of the ones he had made from the blankets you had gifted him that very first time.   
“Is that?” You breathed, not daring to draw your eyes away from the shred of fabric.  
Cassian felt himself blush at your attention as he mindlessly grabbed at the tie.  “The blankets were starting to fall apart, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away.  Not when I didn’t know if I’d ever see them again,” Cassian told you, his heart palpitating at the admission.  
You reached out to him, then, your hand finding his as you both stared at each other with wide eyes.  After all these years, you still lingered under each other’s skin.   
The exact moment that your hand brushed Cassian’s, your soft skin caressing his calloused fingers, he felt it.  He felt the rush of realization flow through him, the string that had connected the two of you uncovering itself.  
You weren’t just the female he had waited centuries for, the first person to ever grant him kindness.  No, you were also his mate. 
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a/n: these are modern headcanons sooooo... and this isn't jealous gf ellie, this is pining loser lesbian ellie... lol also super inspired by the talented @rxllingstones and @whore-era after reading their amazing fics tonight... pls go read them.. and for u fiends... there is ai audios at the bottom... more uploaded on sc bc tumblr hates me
ellie is incredibly hard to read
or at least that's what she tells herself
it's almost written all over her face how much she hates the people you date when she's in a five-foot radius of them
she tells herself she doesn't care (she's lying) but she can't ignore how her grip tightens when she sees you lip-locking some loser you met at a party
but she always finds herself at your side, pulling you away from them and back into the corner with her
"hey there, pretty girl. having fun?"
"i was until you cock-blocked me."
"there wasn't much to block... i heard his dick's small."
but the curse of having feelings for you was that you were always dating someone
it always comes up when the group goes out to dinner and the topic of who you're dating comes up
like it does every week...
"i actually really like him for you" dina shares, a genuine smile on her face
"yeah, dude's cool" jesse agrees, slinging his arm around dina in the booth
and then all the attention is on ellie as you stare at her with your wide eyes waiting for her approval
"what? you know you're not going to like what i have to say." she says taking a sip of her dr. pepper
yes ellie drinks dr. pepper
"cause you hate everyone i date!" you reply, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout
it was clear you were slightly tipsy but your face still made ellie smile
"yeah, cause you only date fucking losers." she would say smile on her face but anger blooming inside
ellie tries to be mature but she can't help herself
what makes it worse is that you really do date literally everyone except for her
so she doesn't really make an effort to be nice to the people you introduce her to
one time the same guy came around twice and all ellie could say was "oh it's this fucking guy again! hey man, glad to see you made it to a second date."
you scolded her after
but in her defense, you really are with someone new each week
until it's been three weeks and you're still dating the same girl
and ellie is a fucking mess
you started inviting her out to group hang outs and smoke sessions so ellie just stops showing up
she doesn't like the way it feels when her stomach flips upside down at the sight of you sitting on her lap, a beer in your hands
so she decides to opt-out, get high alone and avoid seeing you as much as possible
but it's short lived because your drunk ass is banging on her door
"ellie, let me in!" you yell over the tv playing from inside her dorm room. "i hear you watching shark tank!"
reluctantly, she gets up and opens the door for you
"can i help you?"
"yeah you can fucking help me. you can help me by telling me why you've been MIA for the last few parties. i miss you." you don't miss a beat and are already storming past her and sitting on her unmade bed
"you miss me? does arcadia know about that? you missing me?"
"is this seriously about you not liking another partner of mine? seriously ellie? grow up. you're supposed to be my friend and support me but you have done any of that?" it was obvious you had been hanging onto that for a while
she'd laugh but upon seeing your stone cold face her anger would rise
"oh, you're fucking serious. are you really that blind? you really think i want to be your fucking friend? i mean, my god i couldn't have made it clearer for you. i like you! like actually like you, like i want it to be my lap that you sit in. not hers. every person you have ever dated i have wished was me! but nooo, you just don't seem to notice."
she doesn't even realize it but she's shaking
she's actually just confessed her three year crush on you without even thinking about it
"ellie..." you begin, a worried look all over your face
"no, i don't really have it in me to get rejected by you tonight so please just go." she cuts you off, unable to meet your eyes
but then you're there next to her holding her shaking hand
"i'm not rejecting you, ellie." you whisper
"you're not? what about your little girlfriend."
"this might be absolutely toxic of me to say but... she's not you." you giggle
"you're absolutely right it's fucking toxic to say that…. but it's also EXTREMELY fucking hot."
ai audios:
extra ai audios:
there wasn't much to block..
oh, it's this fucking guy again!
oh you miss me?
you're not? what about your little girlfriend
you're right it's toxic to say that...
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