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Apologies || Miya Atsumu

Atsumu and you had a fight and he tires to apologize.

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Words: 2.1k

~ Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Comfort Sex, Praise Kink, Apologies Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering

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You were sitting in the middle of the bed, knees pulled up to your chest, your arms resting on them. Every once in a while you wiped off a teardrop from your face. Your crying has stopped now, but there were tears that steal escaped your eyes.

He never talked to you like that. He never called you things like that.

This was the worst fight you had yet. You were together for four years now, and he shouted things you never knew he had in his head since you're together.

You said pretty awful things too, things you never thought you would, since you didn't really mean them.

But did he mean them?

Did he really think of you that way?

Or was he just hurt and wanted to hurt you back?

Well, he did hurt you. Your heart still makes that awful squeeze when you think back at what happened about half an hour ago.

Was he still in the house or did he leave?

You didn't know, but it was awfully quiet in the whole house.

It was so quiet that even the careful, soft knock on the closed door still made you jump.

"Babe?" - came his quiet voice.

Another tear fall down from your eyes and you wiped it off with your sleeve. The answer was the sound of you blowing your nose.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, please forgive me?" - even if his voice was weak you could tell he meant these words, but the wound on your soul was still felt too fresh to accept his apology this easily.

"Can you open the door, sweetheart? I know you locked it, because you don't wanna see me, but I'm so deeply sorry. I... I didn't think, I just said things to make you mad, because I felt mad, I didn't mean anything I've said, I promise."

You sure hoped so, because that would be awful and you would never want to see him again if he did.

"I'm sorry for shouting too. I was already frustrated with work, and then you started nagging me, and I don't even remember what we started fighting about in the first place, it just escalated so quickly..."

Well, if you think about it, you were throwing everything at each other from who's turn was it to do the laundry to barely going out together in the past few weeks. You didn't remember what started the fight either.

You remember saying that you started to get enough of living with him, and he replied with 'well, it wasn't my idea for you to move in with me, was it?' and fuck that hurt.

"I think I didn't take out the trash again, or something, right?"

You smiled a little as you wiped away another tear.

"I uh... I did just now."

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"And you want a pat on the head or something?" - you called back.

Atsumu let out a sigh of relief on the other side of the door, hearing that at least you were willing to talk to him. And fuck, his heart did a happy jump hearing your voice.

"Baby, open the door, please, I wanna see you. It wasn't even 30 minutes ago that you called me a selfish dickhead, but I already miss you."

You shook your head as you hopped off from the bed, and wiped your face again before you unlocked the door and opened it.

Atsumu’s eyes widened in hope, but he immediately felt regret wash over him when he saw your puffy, red eyes.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean any of it, please don't cry because of a stupid fucking idiot like me, okay?" - Atsumu pleaded as he slowly reached his hands out for you, and without hesitation, you stepped into his waiting arms and jumped up, wrapping your arms and legs around his tall form.

He immediately started peppering your hair, ear, shoulder with kisses and walked to the bed and sit down on it with you in his lap.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you know I love that you moved in with me, you take care of me and I love you for it, princess, you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

You pulled away with a smile on your face to look at him, but you became worried when you saw the unshed tears in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" - you asked as you cupped his face gently.

He closed his eyes as he looked down shaking his head.

"I don't want to lose you." - he said in a rough whisper and you quickly wiped away his tears that ran down his cheeks after his confession.

"You won't Atsumu, I promise. I love you. And I said some pretty awful things I shouldn't have and I want you to know that I didn't mean them either."

Atsumu nodded and looked at your lips.

"You can kiss me." - you reassured him.

Atsumu nodded again and eagerly captured your lips with his. You kissed each other fast and passionate, both of you apologizing for the fight, but after a few minutes of deseperate attempts to make the other forgive for the things that had been said, you both calmed down, knowing everything is going to be alright, and neither of you will leave the other.

When you pulled away for a deep breath of air, Atsumu started kissing your jaw, slowly biting and sucking his way down to your neck, while your fingers sneaked their way into his hair, pulling with just the right amount of force which you know he loved.

"Excpet for the selfish dickhead part, I meant that from the bottom of my heart." - you whispered as you leant your head back to give him better access.

"I know, baby, I know. But you still love me, and I love you for that." - he murmued against your skin and put his palms on your ass to pull you closer to his hardening cock.

You moaned when you felt him between your legs and you started rubbing yourself against his bulge. You loved it when he wore sweatpants at home.

"Will you show me how much you love me?"

"Always." - he replied, and pulled off your hoodie and shirt in one move.

He loved it when you didn't wear a bra at home.

You leaned back a little to arch your back for him as he pushed your breasts together and licked both of your nipples. He kissed and bit each of your tits, wrapping his arms around your waist, wanting to feel every inch of your body against his.

"Take off your shirt."

"Yes ma'am."

You helped him with the task and when his upper body was naked you pushed him on his back. You held his hands above his head on the bed and slowly caressed your way down his wrists, arms, shoulders and chest. When you reached his stomach you gently dug your nails into his flesh, making him moan and thrust his hips up into yours.

You threw your head back with a deep moan, and Atsumu sat up quickly to kiss you and turn you on the bed, laying you on your back. He kissed you slow and deep, whispering apologies against your lips, and you accepted each with small nods, and needy moans.

His hands were working on removing both of your pants and underwear, and when he was done with those tasks, he cupped your heat with his right hand, slowly moving his fore- and middle finger between your soaking hole and swollen clit, watching your face as you whined sweetly for him.

He gently kissed down his way through your chest and stomach, while he slipped his fingers inside you. You moaned his name loud, which he always loved to hear.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've said, baby. Can I eat you out? Can I eat your sweet pussy, princess? Let me apologize to you properly, please."

You held yourself up with your elbows and nodded. Atsumu kissed the inside of both of your thighs while he was fingering you slowly, and he didn't break eye contact when he opened his mouth to lick your clit gently.

You moaned and bit your bottom lip, reaching out to grab his hair and carress him while he was lapping at your pussy.

"You're doing great baby, you're making me feel so good, I love you." - you encouraged him with sweet meows.

Atsumu nooded without stopping pleasing you, and he kept his eyes on you while you watched him eating you out.

You started to get louder, he was pumping his fingers in and out of you in a slow tempo but as your pussy started to get wetter and wetter, he curled them upwards in search of your g-spot. A sharp intake of breath from you told him that he found the right place, and as your thighs started to shake he massaged that spot faster and rougher. He switched from teasing your clit with gentle licks to sucking it with fervor. After every sharp breath you took in, you cried them out in pure bliss as you felt your insides squeeze together, and after a while the pressure started to get unbearable. Just a few seconds later your whole body tensed and you rubbed your pussy harder against Atsumu’s mouth to increase your pleasure to the max with loud cries and exhausting breaths.

Atsumu helped rode out your orgasm, and only let go of you when you pulled your pussy away from his mouth. He kissed your still shaking thighs, then climbed on top of you to kiss your mouth with passion.

"You're beautiful, baby, I can't get enough of you." - he praised you while he lined up his rock hard cock at your opening and started to make it wet with your juices. - "Need you now, princess, can I fuck you? I know you're still sensitive, but I can't wait any longer, I have to have you." - he pleaded, but his voice turned rough when he was horny, and it sounded more like a demand.

You weren't complaining.

You nodded against his lips and pulled your knees apart to gave him more room, and with a gentle thrust of his hips, he slipped inside your wetness easily. You both moaned at the feeling and you cupped his jaw with one hand to turn his head sideways so you could suck on his neck.

Atsumu shuddered when you kissed, bit and licked his skin there, making his hips slam into yours just a little bit harder than gentle.

"I will never talk to you like that again, okay baby?" - he looked down at you and pushed his forehead against yours. - "I will never shout again, I won't say those horrible things ever again, I promise I didn't mean any of it, okay, Y/N?"

You could only moan and nod as he was penetraing you in the most intimate way. He hooked his arm under one of your knees, pushing it against your chest, while your other leg was wrapped around his waist, your heel sinking into the spot just below his ass, urging him on to fuck his apologies into you, while he was staring in your eyes the whole time, so you could be sure that he means every word this time.

"I don't know what I would do without you, promise you never leave me?" - he leaned closer to your ear to whisper in it, but you could still look into his eyes as you answer.

"I'll never leave you, you're so good to me, Atsumu, no one loved me like you do." - you panted as you cupped his face, but you had to grab onto his upper arm, when his pace picked up at your words.

"Say you love me." - he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you, Atsumu, oh my god, right there!"

"I love you, Y/N, cum for me, show me how much you love me!"

"A-Atsumu!" - you cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body. You bit down on Atsumu’s neck and sucked at his pulse, while you dragged your nails down his back, causing just a little bit of pain, because you knew it made him cum harder.

His pace picked up even more and the force of his thrusts made him sway the bed under you back and forth, slamming the headboard against the wall with loud banging, until you heard him moan loudly with each shot of cum that exploded out of his dick, turning your walls white.

He collapsed next to you on the bed with a grunt, and you curled into his side as his arms protectively held you close to his body.

"I love you, baby, and this was amazing, but please let's not fight ever again." - he panted, still trying to catch his breath.

"Deal, handsome."

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closedafterdark · 3 years

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Lee Saerom & Jang Gyuri x Male Reader

10204 words

categories: smut, angst, oral, mommy kink, scientist! gyuri

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“S-Slow d-down.. P-please…!”

Heavy breathing and the familiar sounds of a bed frame creaking filled an otherwise empty room. A pile of discarded clothing begins from the entrance leading to the bed itself. On the bed was a woman who was currently straddling someone’s waist, bracing herself onto his chest as she rode him.

He is greeted with a harsh slap across his face, the sound echoing onto the walls around them. He isn’t given any time to process the harsh sting felt on his cheek. The woman slicks her long, beautiful chestnut brown colored hair back as she meets the man’s eyes with her own aloof expression.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do.” she simply said, her cold tone reinforced with another slap. This time, on the man’s other cheek.

He can feel her suffocatingly tight walls constrict his shaft, causing him to feel a mixture of both pain and pleasure. The woman’s fluidity of her hip movements caused his cock to be well lubricated with her juices. Having established a somewhat enjoyable rhythm, the man raised his hands and brushed aside the white lab coat the woman was wearing. The very moment his hands rested on her waist, he was met with his neck being constricted by her soft hands.

“Who said you could touch me?” she asked. “I’m the one in charge here.”

The man’s eyes widened in fear as the woman increased her pace. Her pussy was extremely wet and tight, causing his breath to be staggered as he struggled to match her tempo. Her cute butt and dangerously soft thighs met his with each bounce of her body.

“I… I’m sorry.” the man managed to say.

“Sorry? You’re not sorry. At least, you won’t be until I’m done with you.”

The woman in the lab coat continues to ride the man - her hot, wet pussy causing him to feel a multitude of sensations at once. Her muscles gripped onto his erect cock even tighter, the pace at which she was impaling herself onto him showed she had zero regard for his comfort. It was clear she had one goal. Using the helpless man to achieve her own satisfaction.

“My pussy is too tight for you, isn’t it?” she jeered. The bed underneath them both began to creak loudly as she continued to increase the pace at which she was riding him. Her slim, long fingers wrap themselves around his neck, causing the restriction of airflow. Not enough to suffocate, but enough for his breathing to become sparse. He gulps a small amount of saliva built up as he manages to admire the woman’s body through his fear. She was slightly taller than the average woman, her slim figure complimented by the tiniest hint of muscle and soft, delicious looking thighs. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but were easily able to hypnotize whoever should be staring at them as they bounced up and down while she continued to do so on the man’s cock.

A dangerously sweet face that was anything but. Her soft features were a testament to the natural beauty she possessed. Not a single blemish or imperfection on her face, nothing to hide the alluring look presented before him. Her eyes were bright, a twinkle of a wild personality being unleashed as her body bounced up and down on the man. Had the meeting been under more comfortable circumstances, the man would easily admit he is smitten towards her. The feel of her hands that continued to hold on his neck brings him back to reality - the time to admire her appearance is short-lived as he feels her already tight pussy quickly increasing even more in tightness as it pulses around his shaft.

She knows he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, as she runs one hand through her luscious, long hair and slicks it back and continues to impale herself again and again on his cock. She wanted him to cum and she wanted him to do it now.

“I know you’re getting close… so just hurry up and fucking cum already…!”

Her hands tighten their hold on his neck as the velvety walls of her pussy do the same to his cock. The bed’s loud creaking could not be compared to how roughly the woman slammed her body onto him. He isn’t even able to speak as the orgasm finally takes over his body. His toes curl tightly from the pleasure as the euphoric floodgates are opened all at once. She feels his cock throb inside her as her thighs clenched around his waist. Goosebumps formed on the man’s body as he instinctively thrusts upwards, releasing more and more of his semen into the hot, tight walls of her pussy. He holds onto her hips - surprised she showed no effort of pushing him away as she allows him to ride out his orgasm.

She grinds herself on his cock as the man slowly descends from his pleasure-filled high. The man is panting heavily, beads of perspiration formed on his skin as he struggles to return to normalcy. Finally opening his eyes, he is met with the woman’s beautiful eye smile once more. She gives him a seductive wink before blowing a kiss. Satisfied, the man continues to catch his breath.

“That was… amazing.” he said.

He is met with the woman letting out a hauntingly soft laugh. The look in her eyes shows she is not happy, in fact - the opposite. The smile on her face disappears as quickly as it appeared. His eyes widened as he begins to process what was going on.

“I wouldn’t call cumming in less than a minute and a half something to be proud of.” she said. Despite saying that, a sultry moan escapes her lips as she raises her hips and removes the man’s softening cock from her body. A stream of semen and juices begins to flow out of her freshly fucked pussy. She looks down at where their bodies were previously connected and her frown deepens.

“A shame that such a large load was released by someone who can’t even last long in bed.” she stated. The man’s ego would have taken a hit were it not for the fact that she quite simply scared him. She gets off the bed and grabs tissues from the nearby nightstand.

“What’s worse is that I would’ve enjoyed swallowing it. Bet you didn’t know that about me, didn’t you? I love swallowing. But now I have to clean this disgusting filth out of my body.” As the woman wipes her thighs, she bends over in front of the man, shaking her butt cutely at him as she grabs and puts on the lacy fabric of her sheer black panties.

“Seriously? I shake my ass and you’re already hard again?” her unwelcoming tone drastically lowering the temperature in the room despite the heater being on. The man swallowed another amount of saliva as he opened his mouth in response. Unfortunately, no sound was able to be produced. Instead, he chooses to nod his head nonchalantly.

“That’s too bad. Now you’re going to have to go home and jerk yourself off in order to relieve that. Still such a shame, I can see your poor cock throbbing. Just dying to be inside me once more.” The woman knelt beside the bed and slowly began to lower her face onto his crotch. Anticipating her wrapping her pink, plump lips around his shaft, he closed his eyes. After not feeling himself enter her mouth, he slowly opens them and sees she is blowing hot air onto his tip, still lubricated from her juices and his own cum. She held onto the man’s crinkled dress shirt next to him and tossed it onto his body.

“Gather your things and get the fuck out of my office. Now!”

The man fumbles out of the bed, his sense of balance still lacking as evident through his shaking knees as he quickly gathered his discarded clothing and shoes before storming out of the office in tears. Luckily enough, he didn’t seem to run into a young woman who made a fist in front of where the door was. She turned her head to see what just whirled by her as her gaze returned to the woman in the lab coat who is now putting on her bra and stockings. Leaning against the frame of the door, she smirks at the woman.

“Can I help you?”

“Looks to me like this is the scene of another failed experiment. Poor bastard never even stood a chance. How many does that make it, four?” The woman replied, tilting her head slightly as she put her pointer finger on her temple. The woman inside has finally put on her dress shirt, taking the time to button it up before tucking it into her skirt and wearing her slightly wrinkled lab coat once more.

“Is there a reason you’re in my office and making fun of my unsuccessful test run, miss Nakyung?”

“Unnie, lighten up.” Nakyung said as she closed the door. She goes ahead and sits on the nightstand next to the bed, the only other piece of furniture in the room. “You’re so uptight whenever I bring it up.”

“You would be too if you had to deal with idiots in an intimate scenario on a daily basis.”

“I am. Those poor souls end up crying in my office, causing me to clean up after you. You really should take it easy, unnie.”

“Did you call the person I told you to call, miss Nakyung?” the woman said, ignoring the previous statement and easily changing the subject.

Nakyung sighed. “Yes, I did. They’re going to be arriving later today.”

“Good.” the woman nodded. Not bothering to move her head up, her eyes met Nakyung’s curious gaze. She watched as she crossed her legs and brushed her skirt before speaking.

“Gyuri unnie.” Nakyung began. An eyebrow was raised as she grabbed onto her lab coat and fixed it, her name embroidered above its left breast pocket. Despite the cold stare evident on Jang Gyuri’s face, it still maintained a soft, calming feeling.

“You said you were okay with them getting together. Saerom unnie even asked if you would be okay with her dating your ex-boyfriend.” Gyuri tensed up slightly. Nakyung knew it was a sensitive subject, trying all that she could to avoid saying the one person’s name Gyuri was not overly fond of.

Two women sit across from each other at a quaint, yet spacious cafe. The decor looked as if it was stepping into a time portal - everything from the red neon rings surrounding the various wall clocks and the ceiling above to the black and white checkered flooring. The diner tops contained chrome finishes while the chairs used a shiny form of faux leather. The fair appearance of the waitress who delivered the women’s drinks was complimented by a red and white dress, complete with clubmaster glasses, overtly red lipstick, and a beauty mark that had no business blemishing an otherwise flawless face. She bowed to the women before leaving them to their conversation.

Neither woman said a word. Both looked around, as if to find something, anything to distract them from the tension in the air before them. The moment the two made eye contact, their eyes widened slightly before taking the cup in front of them and having a small, awkward sip. To anyone viewing from the outside, it would seem the two were friends, or at the very least, acquaintances discussing some important matters. Which is true, but the context of the situation was lost to everyone except for the two of them.

“Have you given my request some thought?” one of the women finally said, breaking the silence. The other woman coughs, not expecting that to be the first statement either person would say. She takes a moment to compose herself and gather her thoughts before speaking.

“Remind me again what it was?” she asked, a hint of a feigning innocence in her voice.

“I wanted to know if you’re okay with me asking out oppa. You know, your ex-boyfriend.”

The mere fact that she reiterated her point, and made sure to mention that it was her ex-boyfriend at that, rubbed the woman the wrong way. She placed her cup back onto the plate serving as a coaster below, albeit a bit louder than expected. She glared at the woman before her, though it was not one with the intention of malice. Instead, it contained pain, a longing sadness in her eyes.

“Does it really have to be him, Saerom?”

“It does.” the woman known as Saerom replies, sighing. “I know you two didn’t break up on the greatest terms. Trust me, I get it. I’ve tried so hard to get rid of my feelings by going on dates with other people. But somehow, I always found myself gravitating towards him. He has my heart, Gyuri.”

Gyuri’s eyes began to glisten at what Saerom had told her. It was true - Gyuri and her ex-boyfriend broke up because their careers were going to take them in completely separate paths. Rather than end up not having any time for each other at all, it was Gyuri who suggested they mutually part ways. Despite some time having passed, it was still a sensitive subject for Gyuri.

“I’m sorry.” Saerom said softly, taking Gyuri’s hand into her own. Placing her other hand on top, she began rubbing it gently, an effort to calm the abundance of emotions Gyuri was likely experiencing all at once. “I know what he meant to you. But I have to listen to my heart. The heart wants what it wants.”

Tears begin to stream down Gyuri’s face. Despite having heard something so devastating, she managed to keep a smile on her lips. She knew everything Saerom said was true, but it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking.

“Ah, why am I feeling this way?” Gyuri said, doing her best to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Regardless, they continued to flow freely down her cheeks. She was sorrowfully beautiful - a modern day tale of a woman who chose her career over her true love. And now to hear someone else, someone she was close to in particular, wanting to give love in a way she never could breaks her heart. It didn’t matter that they were in a public place. Years of built up longing and regret were finally released as Gyuri continued to cry.

All Saerom could do was continue to comfort Gyuri by rubbing her hand tenderly as she let it all out. Eventually, Gyuri manages to calm herself down once she realizes she’s all cried out. Her face is flushed, and her once bright, shining eyes are glistening with an overwhelming sadness. She initially wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before grabbing the napkin on the table to properly fix her appearance.

“You’re right. The heart does want what it wants.” Gyuri said after several minutes of relative silence.

“I hope you two are happy together.”

“They do seem pretty happy together...” Nakyung could be heard saying, bringing Gyuri out of her daydream. She glares at Nakyung slightly before turning away and putting on her heels.

“You know, ever since you dyed your hair and got those horrible excuses for extensions, you’ve changed a lot.” Gyuri said, staring out the window that overlooked the city.

“My boyfriend seems to like them, so they can’t be that bad.” Nakyung replied. “Can’t say the same about you, unnie.”

“Hey!” Gyuri whined. Nakyung got off the nightstand and linked arms with Gyuri, causing the older woman to scoff in fake annoyance before smiling as Nakyung batted her eyes and turned up the charm. She knew Gyuri was always soft for her.

It was a day like any other.

That is, since most days began looking down as you felt a sharp pleasure from between your legs as your girlfriend Lee Saerom’s head was currently bobbing up and down. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand guides her rhythm. Saerom gives you a hauntingly sexy stare as her plump lips are parted by your cock. You felt her hollowed cheeks that are accompanied by her tongue running across the underside of your shaft.

Saerom’s pace was slow, wanting you to feel the pleasure gradually build up as the wetness of her mouth and the suction-like hold her lips have on your cock caused you to release steady moans of satisfaction.

She kept her eyes on you the entire time, smiling through them as she hears you enjoying the pleasure she is giving. Your girlfriend was extremely beautiful by every means possible, but there was something alluring whenever she had your cock in her mouth. Giving you one final bob of her head, she flicks her tongue back and forth on your base before withdrawing you from her mouth inch by inch. You let out a soft whine once she fully released your cock with a loud pop. She giggles before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue on your tip. She then strokes you before focusing her attention on your balls, lathering each one as she gently nibbles on them, causing you to shiver as they are particularly sensitive from her having squeezed them with a bit of pressure.

Saerom smiled sweetly as she continued, giving the tip of your cock a long, deep kiss before taking your cock back into the familiar warm and wet feeling of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, mommy…” you moaned out as Saerom resumed bobbing her head up and down. Despite having a mouth full of cock, she let out a giggle, causing her tongue to vibrate on the underside of your shaft. You felt her lips tighten around your cock as she played with your head. No matter how many times she has done it, it always seemed like she found a new way to cause pleasure to be felt throughout your body.

Saerom loved giving the sloppiest of blowjobs, and why would today be any different? Her eyes formed inverted crescents as she smiled at you while swishing around her built up saliva and thoroughly lubricated your cock. With your hand still guiding her rhythm, it was eventually joined by your other one as it ran through her voluminous, shiny black hair before resting on the back of her head.

Feeling the end was near, you began increasing the pace of her bobbing her head. Her eyes were filled with pleasure, wanting nothing more than to see you fully satisfied by her actions. Sounds of Saerom gargling on your cock and her saliva entered both of your ears as you relentlessly put more and more of your cock inside her promiscuous mouth. It couldn’t have been more than a dozen or so bobs of her head for you to finally reach your orgasm.

Unable to say anything besides moaning loudly, both of your hands grabbed onto the back of Saerom’s head and pushed her all the way down as your cock began to deposit hot, thick semen down her throat. Your body shakes from the aftershocks of pleasure as you curled your toes and continued pushing her head down. Saerom’s wet lips maintain their tight hold on you as she takes your balls into her hand and gently squeezes them, wanting to make sure she has drained you of every last drop.

You struggle to catch your breath as your knees have not fully recovered from the intense orgasm Saerom gave you. She regretfully removes her head from your cock inch by inch as some of your cum begins to leak out and drop onto the bed sheets below. She opens her mouth to show you the massive volume of semen you released for her. Giggling slightly, she plays with it, twirling it inside her mouth and tongue before tilting her head up and giving you a good view of your load slowly descending down her throat. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, Saerom cleans up the small amount of cock dribbling from your slit before smiling at you sweetly.

“You always cum so much for mommy, baby.”

One almost scalding shower and intense round of sex later, you make your way to the living room and see Saerom on the couch. There she sat, crossing her long legs for your viewing pleasure thanks to the extremely tiny boy shorts she wore. Her skin tight black tank top left little to the imagination as it showed off her wonderful midriff, the result of many hours at the gym which resulted in abs that you were a bit embarrassed to admit you enjoyed worshipping a bit too much. The outline of her breasts made you want to do nothing more than rip off the restrictive clothing from her body.

“... so yeah, he and I just finished moving into this place about a few days ago. You should totally come by when you have time.” Saerom said as she waved at you sweetly. She puckered her lips which soon met yours as you sat down next to her. “Nakyung” she mouthed to you when you asked who she was on the phone with. Despite the television being on, she paid little attention to it as she was currently engrossed in her conversation with Nakyung. She placed her legs on top of yours, something she has done plenty of times. While it wasn’t out of the ordinary, your hand began to rub them and admired how smooth and soft they were. It seemed Saerom had been using a new lotion, the fragrant aroma of lilac perfumed the air as you saw her wiggling her freshly pedicured toes. You teased her by squeezing her big toe, causing Saerom to playfully hit you.

Feeling a bit more bold, you sneakily wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her onto your lap. Saerom yelped, having been caught off guard.

“Saerom unnie, are you okay?” Nakyung asked.

“Ah, ah. Yes, I’m just exercising at the moment.” Saerom yelled a bit loudly as you softly laughed while running your hands up her creamy thighs.

“Oh, what are you doing?”

“I’m… ah, about to do squats.” She moaned as one of your hands began to fondle her clothed breasts while simultaneously planting tender kisses on her neck. Her eyes grow half-lidded as lust quickly takes over her body. You helped Saerom out of her shorts and panties as she turns around and faces you. Her face is flushed as she cutely glares at you. Giving her a tender kiss on the lips, you smacked Saerom’s ass softly. She helps you remove your shirt, all the while still on the phone with an unsuspecting Nakyung.

You grabbed Saerom’s toned arms and pushed her face first onto the couch. Her long, beautiful hair was beginning to grow damp as she moved it all to one side for you to admire her neck.

You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few more times with your cock, teasing her. You slid yourself between them, causing her to have to restrict her moans before entering her. Your initial penetration caused you to moan as well, Saerom lost strength in her arms as her phone fell onto the couch. Giving her time to adjust to your cock, she fumbled around before placing the call on speaker.

“Fuck…” she moaned into the couch while covering her mouth.

“You’re so tight, mommy.” you said as you slowly thrusted in and out of her hole. Her velvety walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your lower body. Saerom bit down on her panties hard to prevent her moaning from being heard by Nakyung as you held onto her arms while you fucked her.

“Unnie, are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath.” Nakyung’s voice could be heard through the phone. It was slightly alarming that the two of you quickly forgot Saerom was having a conversation. But that thought quickly faded as the two of you were being consumed by lust and passion.

“I-I’m fine!” Saerom panted heavily. “Harder, baby.” She whispered to you softly. You picked up the pace, causing her to bite even harder onto her panties as the sounds of your skin colliding with each other filled the spacious living room.

“Can I join you, unnie?” Nakyung curiously asked, causing your cock to throb inside Saerom. She turned her head back and rolled her eyes at you.

“N-Not… right now…” Saerom moaned, her voice trailing off as you held onto her hips and continued to thrust inside your girlfriend. Saerom was extremely wet, her juices coating your cock as you did your best to roughly fuck her quietly. Her moans fueled you to keep going. The two of you could feel every inch of your cock rubbing against her velvety tight walls. The sensation is becoming too much for Saerom to bear, her orgasm steadily building.

“Ahh, baby...” she moaned when she felt you pull out and re-enter her pussy. She wasn’t even given time to whine over the temporary loss of your cock as your tip finds a very sensitive spot.

“Awh, that’s too bad unnie. I wanted to wear the new sports bra and leggings I bought.”

“B-Baby! Slow down… Oh fuck!”

The feeling for Saerom is slightly painful, yet wonderful at the same time. Though she felt your cock throb once again by Nakyung’s statement, she doesn’t care. Each of your thrusts are filled with vigor, causing her to grit her teeth hard. Her toes curled from the pleasure, she knows your firm hold on her hips is the only thing supporting her at this point.Your pelvis meets hers, her soft flesh jiggling from the force. Despite wanting to spank her loudly as you know she loves it, you do so quietly so as to not let Nakyung hear. The effort seems moot, however, as Saerom’s moans and cries of pleasure are unexpectedly louder than usual. This position gives you full access to Saerom’s wonderful body, the result of a strict regimen and discipline. Saerom arches her back and her knees buckle as her body reacts to yours. She tries to find something to hold onto, anything that can act as an outlet from the consecutive bursts of pleasure. But each slam of your cock inside her means Saerom gets closer and closer to reaching her orgasm.

“N-Nakyung… can you… hold on a moment?”

You continue to thrust into her to the point of no return. Not caring that her phone was on speaker, all that mattered was the euphoric bliss of reaching her orgasm. Saerom screams as she finally climaxes. The pressure of her cum is so strong, it pushes your cock out of her pussy. Her body shakes as you watched her juices stained both of your thighs and the gray leather. Knowing you weren’t going to last much longer yourself, you entered Saerom’s still quivering pussy once more as your cock disappears between her ass cheeks with each thrust. A light layer of perspiration misted her beautiful backside as the pheromones being released caused an almost animalistic sense inside of you to awaken. Your left hand squeezes Saerom’s breast while your right tightly grips onto her wide hip. No longer caring that Nakyung could hear you both, Saerom releases a steady stream of loud moans and telling you to fuck her harder as the sounds of you penetrating her deafened the sounds of anything else.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, mommy.”

“Fuck, fuck… fuck! Fuck mommy harder, baby! Keep fucking me hard just like that!”

With Saerom’s vulgar encouragement, you pushed your hips against hers until you felt your orgasm finally arrive. Thrusting into her deeply, your body shook - unloading into your girlfriend’s tight, warm pussy. Your cock throbbed inside her as you felt Saerom tighten around your shaft, milking you of rope after rope of semen into her wanton body. She flexed her beautiful back muscles for you as her moans of satisfaction could be heard. After giving you a bit of time to come down from your orgasmic high, Saerom slowly removed her body from your own.

You watched as thick gobs of your semen and her juices slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked pussy. You rubbed your tip against her hypersensitive clit, eliciting another mini orgasm and several violent aftershocks from her. Her lips quiver slightly from the amount of pleasure she was given. When the two of you are finished, you both catch your breath as Saerom turns around and pulls you down, causing you two to share tender, passionate kisses. Saerom breathes a sigh of relief, her eyes full of content and happiness from you.

“Unnie… when you and oppa are done sexercising, can you guys drop by the clinic?” Nakyung said while the two of you were still indulging in each other’s mouths.

“Sure thing, Naky.” you said without realizing, causing Saerom to smack you in the leg.

“Hi, oppa! I’ll be waiting for you guys. Seems like you fucked unnie good!” Nakyung teased as she ended the call.

Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes glared at you intensely as you leaned down and gave her another kiss. Despite her best efforts not to smile, she looked away as you peppered her face with quick pecks. Saerom then wraps her legs around you before flipping you over so that she is now on top. As you wrap an arm around her head and the other on her body, Saerom softly hits your chest.

“Want to go again?” you asked.

The location Nakyung sent to Saerom’s phone was easily obtainable by GPS. Surrounded by many high rise buildings, the clinic stood humbly sandwiched in between a residential complex and what you believed to be one of the biggest dance studios you have ever seen. Needless to say, you were a bit intimidated by the estimated value of the area. Saerom drags you by the hand - her carefree attitude a fierce juxtaposition to the woman who loves sex she becomes whenever you two were alone in private.

“Oh baby, this is where I go every week for dance class. Never realized there was a clinic next door.” Saerom said to you as the two of you stood between the two buildings.

“Is that so?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “So who do I have to thank there for giving my girlfriend such a nice body?”

Saerom giggled as you squeezed each cheek before giving her butt a firm smack. She hit your shoulder, a hint of shyness on her face at your sudden aggressiveness while in public. Her reserved nature was something you could never get used to, but it was nice to know your girlfriend had her soft moments. She chose to wear a skin tight, all black colored outfit. Her long sleeved top ended just before her abs and cute belly button you always teased Saerom about. Her black leggings left little to the imagination as you admired her long legs that showed off her well sculpted thighs and her round butt your hands were currently on. Completing the look were black clear heeled boots that almost blended in with her leggings.

“Why don’t you go inside first, baby? I want to ask the teacher what this week’s dance would be.” Saerom said. She tried breaking free from your embrace, but was unable to as you squeezed her butt harder and pushed her towards you. Saerom laughs, hitting your chest while you move your hands above her lower back and hold her tightly. The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for a few minutes before Saerom finally manages to escape. Heading towards the entrance to the dance studio, she is stopped when she feels you gently holding onto her wrist. You turned her around and placed both hands on her face before giving her a deep, long kiss. When Saerom opens her eyes, she blinks them several times repeatedly and has the biggest smile plastered on.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too, baby. I won’t be gone long.” Saerom replied before giving you one more peck and pressing the outdoor button to enter the studio.

Once Saerom was out of sight, you admired the clinic before you. It was a simple two story building. Despite still appearing in good condition, it was obviously on the older side compared to the modern architecture surrounding it.

“Okay Clinic…” you said, reading the sign aloud.

With uneasy steps, you entered the clinic alone. The receptionists’ desk and waiting room were barren - it was hard to believe there would be no patients in the middle of the day. Admiring the minimalist decor, you scan the area trying to find Nakyung. While doing so, you were unaware of the person sneaking up behind you.

“Guess who?” the person says while covering your eyes.

“You can’t just say guess who when I know it’s you instantly from your voice, Nakyung.” you said, turning around and extending your arms out for a hug. The two of you have been friends for many years - first meeting each other on a blind date and deciding it would be better to keep things platonic.

“You’re no fun, oppa.” Nakyung replied, pouting as you pinched her cheek. For as long as you have known her, Nakyung had short, bobbed hair. Despite the brief period she went pink, it was easy to spot her out in a crowd due to her blonde hair. You question how long it has been since Nakyung is now sporting longer, darker colored hair. Her eyes were big and bright like Saerom’s, which often made it easy to read her facial expressions.

“Sounds like you and unnie had a good workout.” She teased, nudging you slightly.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, will I…” you said, sighing.

“Nope! Just like you let me hear the end of you and unnie’s session, I will tease you about it until the end of time.”

Covering your face with your hands, you were embarrassed about the whole situation. It wasn’t like you or Saerom to be adventurous at all. Nakyung patted your shoulder before telling you to come with her as she led you to a plain white room with two comfortable looking chairs and a bed with fresh, unwrinkled sheets. You tilted your head and looked at Nakyung confused before she winked at you and headed for the door.

“Just wait here until the doctor is ready to see you. I hope you like the surprise, oppa.”

There wasn’t much to look at - well, nothing to look at really. You didn’t want to be on your phone, knowing you would dive far too deep into random videos and get distracted. You noticed the bed itself would have blended right into the walls were it not for the wooden bed frame and nightstand right next to it. The room seemed a bit too perfect, nothing out of the ordinary. Wanting to clear your head and not overthink things, you approached the nearby windows and stared off into the distance at the view of the surrounding buildings and cars passing by below.

“I thought I closed this door…” a slightly deep, feminine voice behind you could be heard saying. It was one you knew all too well. Surely this was a mistake. How is it possible that she is the doctor Nakyung forewarned you about? With hesitant steps, you slowly turned yourself around as your eyes focused on a pair of black heels. Moving up slowly, you saw a pair of long, creamy legs that were slightly covered by a lab coat and beautiful chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights. The woman had her hand on the doorknob, almost about to close the door when she raised her head and her eyes met yours.

“Gyuri?”

“Oppa…?”

You still aren’t sure what’s going on. Meeting up with your ex-girlfriend certainly wasn’t on the list of things to do today. The only thing you could think of in that moment was to get out of the room. Seeing an ex again usually never ends well. While the thought of jumping out of the window occurred to you, being on the second story and the resulting hospital bills that would come out of it proved to be not worth the trouble at all.

“I uh… Just remembered I left the stove on at home. I should get going.”

You quickly walk to the door to exit the room but are stopped as you feel a pair of hands wrap themselves tightly around you from behind. Gyuri tilts her face to the side as she refuses to let you go. It was the same tactic she used whenever you two had an argument and she knew it was her fault. Your shirt began to get stained with Gyuri’s tears as she sobbed. Despite all that has passed and the terms in which your breakup happened, it always hurt you seeing her cry. You could feel her entire body reacting as you managed to loosen the grip she had on you. The moment you did so, Gyuri hugged you once more while crying into your chest.

“O-Oppa… don’t leave me. Please.”

“Gyuri, I don’t think…”

“Oh, Saerom unnie! You’re here!”

Hearing Nakyung and Saerom’s voices close by, you removed Gyuri’s hold on you once more and sat down on one of the sofa chairs. Gyuri’s eyes were slightly puffy, but she was able to quickly compose herself as the two women finally entered the room.

“Baby!” Saerom exclaimed as she ran towards you and jumped onto your lap, giving kisses all over your face before wrapping her arms around your neck. You smiled at her, but your eyes couldn’t help meeting Gyuri’s. They lost the brightness they usually had, sadness filling them up as she continued to see how happy your girlfriend was.

“Unnie, you’re here too. I was looking all over for you.” Nakyung said to Gyuri.

It seemed to fall on deaf ears though, as Gyuri continued to stare at you and Saerom. Despite her claims of having never been jealous, you used to always tease Gyuri whenever she gave you one word answers or pouted after you talked to another female. More often than not, there was always silent treatment until you cooked for her or tried to do a cute, yet embarrassing dance for her to lift her spirits.

“So… Why did you call us here, Gyuri?” Saerom asked. Gyuri’s eyes widened as she felt all the attention on her before shaking her head and assuming a formal expression.

“I called you both here today because I need your help, miss Saerom. I’m conducting an experiment and would like you two to be volunteers.”

“What experiment exactly?” you asked, as Saerom dismounted your lap and sat on the adjacent sofa chair. You weren’t sure, but you could have sworn you saw a slight smile on Gyuri’s face from said action. Clearing her throat, she continued.

“Miss Nakyung.” Gyuri said to her cute assistant. Getting the hint, Nakyung waved to the both of you before closing the door. The situation gets a bit more tense once Gyuri locks it. You and Saerom looked at each other - confused, yet beginning to get suspicious.

“Oppa. Do you remember that day we had a date in the library?” Gyuri asked you, a haunting smile on her face.

“Um…” The awkwardness of being in the same room as your current and ex-girlfriend was something you hoped would never happen. You were a bit hesitant to answer, especially with Saerom sitting next to you. “We had a lot of dates at the library.”

“Yes, but do you remember the one where I wasn’t wearing any panties and told you I wanted to study how to stimulate the human body… So I sucked your dick and you fucked me in that one area no one ever went to? God, I can still remember the feeling of your cum leaking out of me as we left.”

You turned to Saerom and saw she was gripping onto one of the sofa chair’s armrests quite tightly. Her large eyes could probably pierce pure steel with how focused they were on Gyuri. You moved your hand slightly as you wanted to place it on top of hers and reassure her, but second guessed yourself as Saerom finally spoke.

“Is there a reason why you brought up ancient history and have my boyfriend and I locked in an empty room with you?” Saerom asked coldly.

“I’m glad you asked.” Gyuri said, smirking. Taking her phone out of her lab pocket, she scrolled briefly before turning it landscape mode, pressing play and handing it to Saerom. You leaned towards your girlfriend as the two of you watched Gyuri naked on top of a man. The two of you winced slightly as the sounds of Gyuri slapping his face could be heard.

Saerom’s hands were on her thighs as she grabbed handfuls of the skin tight leggings covering them. It was strange seeing her so nervous - you were used to the radiant, confident girlfriend who seemed like she feared nothing. But as the two of you watched the man in the video being used by Gyuri, you could do nothing to help as Saerom’s facial features easily transitioned into fear and doubt.

“That was p-p-pretty hot… but why did we just watch you h-have s-sex with a guy?” Saerom stuttered. Gyuri smirked, knowing she had gotten into Saerom’s head.

“My experiment is what parts of the body or techniques are the most effective in getting as much cum out of a man as possible.”

Grabbing her phone from Saerom’s lap, she bends just enough for her face to be near your ear. She blows a puff of air near you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “I imagined that it was you I was riding. How hard your cock always got inside my mouth. The way it throbbed in me whenever we had sex in public places. Just so you know, my pussy is even tighter now, baby.”

“A-And you want us to be your test subjects?” You asked after clearing your throat.

“That's correct. Unless… your girlfriend here is scared that that loose pussy of hers isn't able to get you to cum?” Gyuri suggested to Saerom, crossing her arms.

It seemed Saerom had had enough. Her hands firmly hold on Gyuri’s slim wrists as she throws her onto the sofa chair next to you. She heads for the bed, but not before making a show of it, running her hands through the curvature of her butt before they make their way to her abs. She flips her hair in a seductive manner, as she bites on her lower lip and flashes you fierce bedroom eyes.

“You.” Saerom said, summoning you by pointing her finger towards her as she removes her boots. “Sit on the edge of the bed and put your cock in my mouth. Now.”

You were never one to keep a woman waiting, especially now with you and Saerom having another pair of eyes as an audience. The ferocity in her eyes scared you, yet aroused you at the same time as Saerom got on her knees. Not even a second after you sit on the edge of the bed like she asked, Saerom makes quick work of yanking your pants down to your ankles, hurriedly removing them before you see they are tossed to a faraway corner of the room.

Saerom pulled on the hemline of your boxer briefs and freed your cock from its cotton confines. You moaned softly as she peppers your cock with kisses, starting from the base until she reaches the tip. Gripping your shaft with her hand, you watched your girlfriend’s wet tongue swirl around in a counterclockwise motion. From the initial contact, your head is sensitive. Her large, round eyes remained focused on yours as she prepared you for oral sex.

You have had the pleasure of being inside Saerom’s mouth many, many times. It was one of the first things she did once the two of you agreed to be mutually exclusive to one another. While many were filled with raw lust and a race to get you to reach your orgasm quickly, you enjoyed whenever Saerom wanted to spend the day in bed having lazy, sensual sex. There were some days she would just tease you by spending the morning edging you with her mouth. She was never opposed to risque or public sex: it just was something that was never brought up.

Saerom then tugs on your balls and brings them downwards, spitting a large amount of saliva onto your shaft. Normally, Saerom would take her time. Teasing you as a means of building up the intimacy and lust inside you both. But it seems Gyuri’s mocking tone and the fact that you had history with her has awakened something inside Saerom. Perhaps it was always there, never needing to be released. Until now.

You let out a fully content sigh as Saerom finally takes you inside her mouth.

It was as if a large amount of pressure had been released all at once. Her tongue attached itself onto the underside of your cock as she made wave patterns on your length. She made sure to swipe your leaking slit each time, knowing it was one of your favorite things she does. The pleasure causes you to close your eyes, with your hands finding the back of Saerom’s head on their own. You felt a sharp pain quickly course through your body as you open your eyes and see the teeth marks Saerom has left on your cock.

“Mommy is in charge, baby. Which means no touching me while I suck your dick.” It seemed Gyuri really angered Saerom, with your girlfriend wanting to prove she is much better at pleasing you. You nodded slowly as Saerom resumed bobbing her head between your legs. You certainly weren’t one to challenge her. Especially while her hot, wet mouth was providing a wonderful feeling.

All you could do was close your eyes and savor Saerom’s mouth on your cock. She bobs her head and takes an extra inch each time, as you feel more of your shaft covered with her saliva. The feeling of her tongue drawing random shapes and even letters on the head of your cock is blissful. Saerom massages your thighs in order to get you to loosen up as she pleasures you like she did earlier this morning.

Saerom’s eyes are filled with heavy desire as you look down once more and think about how beautiful your girlfriend was, and how lucky you were to call her yours. Her eyes formed crescents as she managed to form a smile at you. Bobbing her head a few more times, Saerom removes your shaft painfully slowly from her mouth, much to your disappointment. You watched as your cock was thoroughly covered in her saliva, several thin strands were connected from your tip to her red lips and chin.

“Mommy wants to ride you, baby.”

Saerom immediately pounces on top of you, pushing you onto the bed as the two of you exchange in fierce kisses. You wanted to be the dominant one, but that notion quickly fails as her tongue overpowers yours while she roughly bites on your lower lip.

She continues kissing you as the two of you managed to help strip each other. Buttons fly off your shirt as she almost rips it off your body. You wanted nothing more than to reciprocate the favor and rip a hole in her leggings, but Saerom muscular thighs keep you locked in place. You were helpless as your girlfriend has you under her spell. Once she removed the last few pieces of clothing, one of which being a very skimpy thong, your eyes were graced with her wanton body. She was the perfect mix of toned and curvy, not an imperfection in sight. Saerom plants her chest against yours, the feeling of her nipples beginning to harden as she gives you a final, pleasure-filled kiss.

You could have stared at her wonderful proportions all day long if possible. But the thought of being inside Saerom caused your cock to throb with excitement. Saerom giggled, giving you a few strokes before placing her hands on your chest and turning herself around. Long hours at the gym were now on display as you were met with her muscular back. Saerom’s round, full cheeks were enticing - you wanted to squeeze each one and give them firm smacks. But she was the one in control. You knew there was nothing worse than an already angry woman being even angrier.

“Oooh, baby…” Initially thinking the words came from Saerom’s lips, you looked nearby at the sofa chair and saw Gyuri’s legs spread open as her hand descended down her body. You almost forgot she was in the room with you both, Saerom’s control over you making it easy to only focus on her. Her skin was just as smooth and creamy as Saerom’s - a trait you were slightly worried you were able to easily recognize. Forming the letter v with her fingers, she places her lips in between them. A dangerously erotic moan escapes her rosy pink lips as you watched Gyuri touching herself. Her eyes were half open, as they began to ascend upwards towards the back of her head.

While Saerom would have normally teased you by hitting the tip of your cock on her lips, or rubbing them against you to get you lubricated, she wasted no time by raising her hips and lowering herself onto you.

“Fuck…” the two of you moaned out at the initial penetration. Your eyes immediately closed as Saerom let the pleasure of you being inside course through her. Her hips grinded against your body as she quickly finds a comfortable pace, the lubrication from her saliva and natural juices making it easy to be welcomed inside Saerom’s tight body. Her wide hips which you enjoyed so much moved in a circular motion, allowing you to feel all of her. It was safe to say both of you loved her body.

“Oh baby, fuck… you feel so good inside mommy.” Saerom moaned, throwing her head back as she moved her body up and down your cock. A thin layer of sweat began to form as the temperature of her body began to increase. Sounds of her pussy being sheathed by your shaft and her plump, round ass against your thighs filled the room as Saerom gave into her lust-filled moans, letting out erotically charged laughs as well.

“Fuck her harder, baby.”

You managed to move your eyes slightly as you saw your ex-girlfriend fingering herself. Her face is flushed - you aren’t sure if it’s more from her own self pleasure or the fact she was watching you fuck another woman. Whatever the case may be, Gyuri has stuck another finger inside herself while her other hand is busy rubbing her sensitive nub.

The temporary distraction is short lived, as Saerom continues bouncing herself repeatedly on top of you. A bit disappointed you weren’t able to fondle her breasts or slap them, her tight, hot, wet pussy makes all of your troubles go away. The only thing the two of you could focus on is the pleasure emanating from between both of your legs.

“Baby, do you love how tight mommy is?” Saerom asked, knowing full well what your answer would be.

Gyuri’s moans were a slightly lower register than Saerom’s, yet no less erotic. The background noise of her pleasuring herself while moaning out your name proved to be motivating, filling you with motivation to extract as much desire from both women in the room, albeit in different ways.

You were going to assist Saerom in whatever way you could in order to prove Gyuri wrong. Her plump ass slams down against your body as she uses all of her energy into getting the most amount of pleasure from you both.

“Fuck…!” Saerom screams as she continues bouncing on your cock. Her hands make their way to your chest as she braces herself. Your normally vanilla girlfriend had a new side awakened in her - a lust filled vixen who probably wouldn’t care if the room was currently filled full of people. All that mattered was the pleasure gradually building up inside her, letting it be known by the increasing volume of her heavy moans.

“Baby, fuck… I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum so hard on your cock!”

Saerom lets out an ear shattering scream as the orgasm hits her all at once. Her body quivers as she feels the pleasure shoot upwards in her spine. Her toes curl while she holds onto your chest for support. Her juices liberally coat your cock as you feel the hot, tight, wet flesh grip onto your length. Her orgasm is so intense that it begins to coat both of your thighs.

Heavy breaths and a heaving chest are what Saerom does as she recovers from her intense orgasm. With your cock still inside her, she turns her body around so that you were both facing each other. Exhaustion painted on both of your faces, you smile at each other as you can feel her pussy having smaller pulsing aftershocks. As Saerom lowers her face and is about to capture your lips once more, she suddenly screams as you feel her being forcibly removed from your cock. The sensation is slightly painful as you regain your senses and see that Gyuri has tied your girlfriend’s wrists behind her back.

“What the fuck are you doing? I was just about to kiss him and keep going!” Saerom screamed in anger.

“I couldn’t just sit back and watch you fuck him. Now, it’s my turn to finish this experiment.” Gyuri replied, grabbing Saerom’s thong and stuffing it into her mouth. Taking off her lab coat, Gyuri straddles your lap and repeats Saerom’s initial action. She uses all of her strength and flips you both so that her back is now on the bed and having you on top of her.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me like you fuck her now.”

Gyuri doesn’t give you much time to process what is currently happening as she grips your still erect cock and lines it up with her drenched lips. Almost as if it was drawn to you, her pussy requires little effort in order to part itself and allow you entry.

You might have been feeling nostalgic, but there was something about re-entering Gyuri’s pussy after years being away from it that felt familiar. Tight, wet, velvet-like - all words you could use to describe Gyuri, but just as easily Saerom.

She closes her eyes, the feeling of you being inside her overwhelming all of her senses at once. Wrapping her legs around your waist, she pulls you down towards her and kisses you. Moaning inside your mouth, you surrender yourself to the woman you once loved.

Her pussy was tight, almost not wanting to let go of you as you began to withdraw yourself until only your tip remained. Pushing your hips forward, you re-enter her once more. Gyuri is drenched from teasing herself earlier, likewise you are lubricated from being inside Saerom. Relief is evident on her face, her entire body loosening up and relaxing as she moans due to your cock.

“Baby… fuck. I missed having you inside me.”

You have had the pleasure of being inside Gyuri many, many times previously. Each time was just as wonderful as the last. The two of you continued kissing each other as you continued thrusting inside her.

“Baby… keep g-going.” she panted inside your mouth.

She interlocks her fingers with yours as Gyuri’s body bounces below you as you continued fucking her. It doesn’t take long until she orgasms, you feel her walls quivering slightly until they tighten around your cock and another set of juices coating you once more. It seems it is just as intense as Saerom’s, her thighs holding onto your waist for support as she pulls you closer to her. She gives you another kiss, this time much softer. It was almost as if she was thanking you for helping her achieve bliss.

“K-Keep fucking me, baby. D-Don’t stop until you cum in me.”

It seems her walls also refuse to let you go as you resumed fucking Gyuri. You held onto her delicious looking hips as the tightness of her pussy is almost overwhelming. It squeezes every inch of your shaft in a way that Saerom’s hadn’t.

“Oh my god… baby.” Gyuri cooed after a deep thrust inside her.

Every entrance and exit out of her wanton body caused her inner muscles to tighten around you. Even though you were the one mainly in control, you could have sworn you felt Gyuri’s body pushing back against you.

“A-Are you close, baby?” Gyuri asked, exhaustion in her voice.

You knew it was only a matter of time, your own orgasm was fast approaching. You quickened your pace, both of your bodies colliding with each other as skin smacked against skin in a satisfying way. The bed below you both creaking loudly as you felt the friction between the two of you from how fast you were both fucking each other. Gyuri’s repeated moans along with her telling you to fuck her harder and faster are all that it takes for you to reach your tipping point.

One final deep thrust inside Gyuri causes the two of you to moan loudly as your shaft throbs and her walls pulsate and tighten around you as you release thick, hot semen inside her. The orgasm causes you to give several slightly weaker thrusts as she drains you. Feeling a bit lightheaded and exhausted from having to fuck two women back to back, you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand and look down to see Gyuri - fully content, her dark brown eyes almost amber-like in color from the satisfaction you have given her.

You catch your breath as she smiles through her eyes like she always did after the two of you were intimate, her soft hands gently cupping your face as you kiss each other once more.

Gyuri stands alone in the balcony, the slightly chilly night time breeze a cool relief on her still slightly flushed face.

She admires the lights of the nearby buildings and cars passing by below. As she tries to read a fluorescent sight of a business far away, she feels a blanket draped over her shoulders as you appear next to her, smiling and handing her a hot beverage cup with a sleeve.

“It’s your favorite. Hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows.” you said.

“You always did know how to take good care of a woman.”

Both of you sipped on the hot liquid, a satisfied hum coming from Gyuri as your bodies begin to warm up.

“Where’s… Saerom?” She asked, a bit hesitant. Through all of your years knowing her, Gyuri was never one to be timid or shy.

“She’s talking to Nakyung. Something about the both of them wanting to get massages or something. You know, girl talk. Guess Nakyung knows someone.” you said, shrugging your shoulders while taking another sip.

“Oppa, I…”

“It really was nice seeing you again, Gyuri.” Despite you interrupting her train of thought, she turned to you and listened intently. “After you broke up with me, I had so many questions. I couldn’t understand why. Was it my fault? Did I not give you enough love?”

“Oppa…”

“But reminiscing on the old days, us having sex again. I’m… thankful. We can’t go back to how things were. But the nostalgia - how your skin felt. The lotion you still use. How your kisses gave me butterflies each time. How you made me feel comfortable around you. It was… nice.”

Gyuri was smiling, and despite her face not being that visible in the dark, you were able to see tears streaming down her face.

“Am I… getting rejected by you?”

“You’ll find someone better than me.”

Gyuri grabs onto your shirt, tiptoeing and pulling you down towards her as she gives you a kiss. You stood there, stunned, as you felt her pour her emotion through the connection of your lips. Both of you opened your eyes when her lips left yours, a soft sadness in her eyes betraying her warm smile. She fixes the knot on your tie and returns to looking out at the city skyline.

“I’m glad you’re both happy together, baby. Hopefully she shows you as much love as you gave me.”

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #fromis 9 #saerom #jang gyuri #male reader #reader insert

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iwantutobehapppier · 3 years

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Right Now

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve needs you right now. Warnings: 18+ Only, smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, cursing, pwp Word Count: 1,561 A/N: Happy 5th night of Chanukah! :) This one is kind of quick and straight to the point haha. We’re at the home stretch now. Hope you guys have been enjoying! This has not be beta’d all mistakes are on me haha.

“I-I,” you stutter, your tongue heavy and mind swirling as he invades your spaice of the small janitorial room he shoved you into. “I’m not sure we-”

“That’s alright,” Steve’s words hot in your ear, his body covering yours, practically holding you up against the wall. Holding your wrists with one hand above your head, the other cupping a breast, thumb rubbing your newly pebbled nipple.

“Cause I”m sure we should,” He shoves his knee between your legs, your dress hiking up with his movement.

“They’re all out there,” Steve chuckles before trailing kisses down your neck to bite on the junction of your shoulder. You go to cry out but bite your lip instead to muffle the noise.

“I know” his tongue rolling over the teeth indentions he left. “But baby girl don’t you want to be good for me?”

You keen nodding your head. “Yes daddy,” He hides the sinister smile on his lips burying his face into your neck inhaling deep. He rocks his thigh against your core, satisfied at the soft squish noise it makes pushing your underwear against your swollen folds.

“Oh you are so good aren’t you?” A soft hm is all you can answer, the rough slack fabric against your thighs, and pushing against Steve’s favorite spot distraction enough.

Steve leans back and the hand on your breast leaves to slap your mound, the sound wet echoing in the small confines. “What was that?”

“Yes, daddy!” You cry out your mind clouding over forgetting why you were protesting, to begin with.

“You walk around in this short dress,” he grunts releasing your wrists but you keep your hands up knowing the rules. Steve hikes the offending dress up showing your now translucent underwear from your arousal. “Did you think daddy wouldn’t do anything about it?”

Steve slams his mouth against yours to cover your cry when he rips your underwear clean from your body. He chuckles into your mouth, gently patting your folds, your swollen clit directly hit on his final pat making your legs shake.

“I bet you hoped I would do something didn’t you?” His question rhetorical. “Get me ready for your tight pussy,” he commands.

Your hands fall down unbuckling and pulling the belt free with shaky hands. Steve watches your face, your eyes hooded, tongue slipping out to wet your lips when you unzip his pants and feel the heat of his cock on your hands.

“You’ve got everyone fooled,” he purs when you grasp him through his boxers. “Thinking you’re this sweet, smart, and innocent woman when really,” you are barely hearing him, focused on one thing.

He’s heavy in your hands when you pull him from the slit in his boxers. Your other hand dips into his slacks, fondling his balls. He groans at your attention. They’re weight signifying how much Steve has been holding back lately with you. “Your just daddy’s cock hungry slut.” he finally finishes, voice raspy with carnal desire.

You curl your fingers around the base of his pulsing shaft. Fingers nowhere near touching. You loved his size, you loved when he shoved himself fully into you. The burn and ache a reminder you’re his. Forever.

Pumping your hand up and down you bed your head down with your mouth open, letting drool slip out your mouth to fall on his red and veiny cock. Using the lubricant you pump your hand faster, Steve groans then you swipe the tip of his cock taking the pooling precum with you to add to the lubricant mixture. Your eyes are entranced by the way he pulses in your hands in pace with his heartbeat.

You go to fall to your knees but Steve stops you and instead grabs your legs pulling them up and around him your back slouching against the wall. A small grunt pushed out your lungs.

“Put me in,” you nod your head at the command a soft “Yes daddy,” falls from your lips as you are leading his cock to your entrance, swirling the tip around your hole.

“Don’t tease,” he tuts at your actions. You give a coy smile looking up and then down to slot the mushroom tip with your hole, pushing your hips forward feeling the way it stretches you before popping inside.

Both of you groan in unison. The sensation makes you needy, needing to have all of him in you. You reach forward gripping his back end trying to push him further, your hips bucking up.

The desperation in your need to have him drive Steve wild. Without another word, he grips your hips fingers pressing in almost painful but any thought of that is stricken from you when he pushes completely into you.

One swift movement, his chest flush to yours, pushing your back into the wall before pulling his hips back and slamming back into you. Your mouth opens but no noises come out as your thighs quake, knees locking around him.

He watches your face, entranced by the way your eyes roll back when he rotates his hips as he pulls out and slams back in once more. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pulling at the seams of his suit jacket.

Steve begins to move his hips back and forth faster, the force making the wall decorations rattle.

Your walls pulse and flutter around him, clinging when he pulls out and squeezing as he pushes in. Your body needing him but barely able to take him. That was his favorite part about having you like this. The way your body needed him, craved him. Choked sobs fall from your lips while your body spasmed and clamored for him.

“Fuck,” he grunts feeling himself start to lose control, “baby,” his voice pained at the exquisite torture your body puts him through. The soft yielding flesh against his, your impossibly tight pussy how it hugged him like a vice.

A wrecked mewl is all you can offer, his hips stutter in tempo, legs tightening up as he unloads the first of many into you. Insatiable did not begin to describe how he felt for you.

Steve bits his bottom lip, feeling your combined juices run down his balls. when he pushes back into your overworked center. “Fuck,” Looking down he sees the glistening mess of the two of you, and a low rumble falls from his chest. “Such a messy pussy baby.”

“Daddy,” your voice small whimper amongst the sound of slapping flesh.

“Yeah, you want it, baby?” You nod your head. Fingers kneading the muscles in his shoulders.

“No,” He growls, “tell me.”

“I want you,” voice strangled when he thrusts in partially harder than others. “Want what?”

“I want to cum,” you get out. “Come where though?” You could kill him as he keeps pushing you to say it. But he stills, leaving just the tip in. Feeling the way your walls flutter around him as if trying to pull him back in.

“Where do you wanna cum baby?” He looks you in the eyes, your head tilted down slightly looking at the mess of you two combined. It’s too much, you need to feel complete, the way he makes you feel. Only him.

“I wanna cum on daddy’s big cock,” A rumble builds in his chest at your words before he starts thrusting into you using his massive frame as momentum.

Frenzied cries fall from your lips at his renewed thrusts. His hand slipping forward from your hip to rub your clit with his thumb, circling the engorged nerve endings only to press down and rub frantically. You jerk forward, legs spasming around him, your back bent head pushing into his chest as you crash with a ferocity only he can make you feel. The orgasm sweeping and breathtaking.

You’re barely coming down when you feel him jerk inside you once more spilling his cum deep into you. Your hands slide up his shoulders to cup his face pulling him towards you. Lips colliding in a sloppy tantric way. Riding the pleasure you give to each other down.

A knock at the door followed by Bucky’s bellow of both your names breaks the post-euphoria kiss.

“Yeah?” Steve’s voice gravely. Bucky opens the door a smidge, not daring to enter.

“Listen,” he starts inflection in his voice giving away his discomfort, “I waited until you guys were hopefully finished to say,” you meep in embarrassment, “everyone here to celebrate your engagement can hear Steve fuck you through the wall.”

You push your face into Steve’s neck trying to disappear.

“At one point we made bets when you’d both topple through the drywall.”

You moan but not in pleasure, no in utter humiliation.

“Bucky!” Steve warns.

“Just come out you know,” Bucky clears his throat, “whenever.”

Bucky shuts the door as you begin to laugh Steve raises an eyebrow fairly certain you cracked given your shame when it came to your sex life ever being discussed, let alone overheard by people.

“What could possibly be funny to you about this?”

“My dad’s out there,” you answer as if it’s obvious but Steve doesn’t pick up on what is so funny about that, if anything you should be scolding him from pressuring you.

“I don’t think he’s ever gonna let me call him daddy again.” You finally get out between your giggles.

Steve can feel the mortification roll up his chest, reddening his neck, face, and tips of his ears.

“Fuck,” is all he can say.

#steve roger x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #smut #steve rogers smut #Captain America x you

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bavrenilia · 3 years

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tws & tags: overstimulation, fingering, mentioned exhibitionism, oral sex (f. recieving), slapping, squirting,/mentioned aftercare/.

you're always, always so pretty.

his human.

his pretty, little, innocent human.

mammon loves you and adores you with his whole heart, how can he not when you're so pliant under his rough hands and asking for him to stopー your attempts of making him stop have no effect on him as he keeps running his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. your body squirms, legs shake with every soft touch.

"you want me to stop?", he asks, his voice sounds so sweet and caring that you think he'll really let you go and come to your senses. he gives no time to you whenever he pushes his fingers inside you, always wanting to see your expressions. you look so pretty while furrowing your eyebrows, moaning softly and mumbling his name non-stop.

he's addicted.

he can't get enough no matter how much you give to him.

you nod, unable to part your lips to speak. the only thing coming from your mouth is your cries, your body feels like it's on fire; electricity running through your exhausted body as you try to push his strong hands away from your soaked panties.

he knows no end, determined to make you cum until he's satisfied with your messed up state.

mammon loves you and adores you with his whole heartー but he loves you even more when you're at his mercy, when you're helpless. you're crying, face flushed red, eyelashes wet because of your tears, lips parted as more and more sobs escape from the back of your throat. oh fuck, he loves it.

he's crazy about it.

he pushes your already soaked and uncomfortably slick panties to side, his cold fingers come in contact with your heat and wetness. you moan, a bit loudー he is quick to stuff his fingers in your mouth. it's late at night but he has to take precautions, right?

he pushes a finger in and oh god, it's not enough. even though your body is getting numb as a result of your previous orgasms you want more, you want him to fill you upー want him buried deep inside you. he moves his finger in and out slowly, almost painfully slow before adding the second finger; you cry and moan around his fingers again. at this point you're mess, body sore and face covered with sweat and tears.

"you wanna get caught?", he says teasingly but sounds sweet, like he's worried about getting caughtー you know that he's not. you know he'd love to fuck you, fill you to the brim right in front of his brothers just to show them who you belong to. just to prove that he's the only one, he'll be the only one who fucks you dumb.

"too bad we can't make that happen", he chuckles. "for now."

your mind screams at you to free yourself from his tight grip, your body feels like it's about to explode because of the overwhelming feeling.

he gets in a comfortable position in your messy bed, right in between your trembling thighs. you can feel his hot breath, his fingers moving faster than the previous tempo. and when mammon greedily adds his mouth, his tongue lazily finds its way you squeeze your thighsー trapping his head.

he's more than happy to get your cute reaction, eagerly works his tongue and fingers in sync as he's determined to rip off your who knows which orgasm from your poor body. pleasure comes hand in hand with pain, you feel like you physically can't cum anymore but at the same time your abdomen starts to tightenー warning you about your approaching release.

when his fingers hit the right spot you let out the biggest cryー even his fingers pushed in your mouth can't block your sweet voice. he hums, vibrations carrying you closer and closer. you feel weird, different from and other of your orgasms and you try to push mammon's head in panic. he pulls his hand back from your mouth only to wrap it around your waist to keep your shaking body steady.

"ah, fuckー fuck mammon, get away..", he breaks the contact with a loud 'pop' sound that makes you whimper, he raises his eyebrows slightly.

"aren't you gonna let me taste you?", he asks sweetly as his fingers keep moving faster than ever. the slick and wet sound causes your cheeks to redden even moreー like it's possible.

"it's..ah, f-fuck, fuck it's not thatー it feels, hah, it feels weird. i don't.. i don't know", your mind's too hazy to realize but mammon's darkened eyes glow with excitement, he playfully slaps your pussy earning a mind-blowing reaction from you.

your body shakes crazily, your back arches off the bed as you presses your thighs together. the sting that his hand left behind tingles, making you embarrassed. but what's more embarrassing is that he laughs softlyー laughs softly at your fucked up state. he leans in again and holds your thighs before pressing wet kisses to your clit, his free hand toying with your abused cunt.

something finally snaps in you as you cum, body spasming, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and mind going absolutely blank when you ride your high. you buck your hips up, grinding against his hot mouth until your body feel like a jellyー you're really unable to move.

"fuck, baby", you hear his voice and lift your head slightly only to find him dripping wet with your juices. your eyes widen in shock, way too embarrassed but you can't look away as well. the collar of his black t-shirt, his chin and his fingers glistening under the dim light. "if i knew that you could've done this, i'd push you over the edge way sooner."

you want to say something, maybe talk back to him, but it's impossible in your current state and you don't want to get a punishment right now. and mammon knows it, without saying anything he picks your shirt up from the ground and helps you to put it on before picking up your exhausted body to carry you.

"let's get you clean", his soft voice rings in your ears while you let your heavy eyelids close.

you know that mammon loves you,

but you're now sure that he loves to make a mess out of you even more.

#🐑.drabble #🐑.mammon #🐑.overstimulation #obey me mammon #obey me swd #obey me smut #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #mammon drabble #🐑.tw.exhibitionism

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sapphireblondie · 2 years

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Chapter 4

Warning: Some sexual content, violence not exactly a fluff but not exactly a smut either.

Word count: 3,205

Summary: You learn about what she did at college and why kirishima is such a large role in this. And you learn more about how kacchan ended up learning about music.

Please enjoy… I liked it so hopefully you all do too!!! Happy holidays everyone!!

You both continue to eat, “So what have you been up to for the last 4 years?” You managed to spit out between taking bites. He smiled at your interest while still determined to still your devour the food, “Well whooping ass… I made some mistakes taking advantage of girls being all over me, but I straightened up and been focused on learning the guitar and writing songs.” You looked up “Yeah where did that come from anyway? I knew you played drums but I didn’t know you were interested in the guitar.” He finished his bite then took a drink of his orange juice to clear his throat. “Well, it was kinda random actually. Kirishima went out of town on a job, which he usually took 1-2 a month. I asked to go with him one time but he told me it wasn’t a big enough problem for the number #2 hero to have to go. When he got back he asked if I could teach him how to play the drums and I told him we were too busy for that high school shit, he continued to poke at me about it and I finally gave in. Every session he’d bring a guitar and after the 4th session of his guitar just sitting there, I picked it up. He offered to teach me how to play it, repayment for teaching him the drums. So he taught me the basics and then he started bringing Jirou. She taught me the rest, told me that being a drummer is a huge advantage cause I can already place the tempo of a song easier. That was about 18 months after you left… so I’ve been playing guitar for about 2.5 years.” You are lost in amazement… “Do you like it?” Bakugou smiled “yeah it’s a good way to express myself without blowing things up…” as he chuckled. “What about you how was college?” You blushed… “Oh it was good, worked on learning my pitch and the different instruments, wrote a couple songs but nothing that was worth keeping, So I trashed them MONTHS ago.” You finished your plate about the same time as Kacchan and he reached over and grabbed your plate “Did you want more?” You finished what you had left in your mouth and took a drink and said “No thank you I’m already STUFFED!! You’ve always been a beast in the kitchen…” You stood up and walked over to him… kissing his cheek… and move close to his ear “just a little more gentle than the beast I find in the bedroom.” You feel his face flushed red and he smirked. He placed the dishes into the sink and lifted his arm over you and grabbed your ass, “Better go get ready, the girls are expecting you to meet them at 5:30 so you guys can get snacks and stuff” You smiled, groped the crotch of his pants and said “I’ve got my own snack, I think I’ll be fine.” He jumped in response not expecting that kind of response, forgetting you’ve become bold in saying what you want. He slaps your ass making sure to leave a stinging feeling “GO teddy bear… if I get ahold of you now you won’t make the movie” he flashed a cocky smile. You walked into the living room where your duffel bag sat and the couple boxes that were shipped over night to you. “Thanks for grabbing my boxes, it has my make up in it.”

You hurried up stairs and into the bathroom, making sure to have plenty of time to wash your hair and let it dry before having to do your make up and meet the girls. Bakugou disappeared in his music room playing the drums… he started playing a beat that sounded familiar but you couldn’t figure out why… You shook your head and refocused, it was now 4:45p and your hair was done, you just had to touch up your make up then you could give the girls a call to see where they wanted to meet. It’s now 5pm and Kacchan is just wanting to shower before his guys night, he’s such a procrastinator. You just finished and slapped his naked ass as he jumped into the shower. He winced from the stinging that surge through his right asscheek and you giggled and ran out before he went all beast on you. You called the girls, they agreed to meet you at the pub since the movie theater was only a couple places down. Then you called a cab, which they told you they could be there in 20 minutes. Thankfully the pub is only about 10 minutes from here. You waited in the living room for the car horn but instead you heard the shower stop. The temptation to go up there and take advantage of him being clean fresh and naked is unbelievably high… “maybe I’ll just take a peek”

You made your way back up the stairs and peeked around the corner… he stood there in his bathroom dripping wet with no towel on. It was mesmerizing how the water ran down his body. The way it rolled down his abs like a raindrop on a window… so smooth and perfect, only detouring if it was stopped and redirected to outline his truly amazing toned abdomen. If you followed the water droplet you’d get lost as they fell further down his body. His cock remaining relaxed yet still sizable, the temptation to go in there and place it on your tongue was unreal. To hear him make those noises again, to see his eyes roll back… FUCK you’re getting turned on. The cab horn beeped. “Great, now I’m horny, slightly wet and have no time left… ugh whatever… I’ll take care of it later.” The horn beeped again and as you were looking down the stairway Katsuki had noticed you were standing there and snuck out next to you. You turned your head to tell him you’re headed out, “JESUS FUCK, when did you move?!” Bakugou smiled confidently “boo, did I scare you… hmmm?? see something you like did ya?” Your face turned red and you could feel the heat radiating off his body and your cheeks… “Umm I just came up to let you know I was heading out..” “Hmmm guess we’ll have to finish this…(as he reached down lifting your dress enough to run his fingers against your pussy through your legging and panties) later then.” You nervously giggled and pulled away in fear he’d feel how wet you were already getting and you’d never make it out of the house. Then the thought popped in your head… in a quick motion you dropped to your knees ran your tongue up the bottom of his shaft and across the tip of his cock said “yeah I guess we just might have too…” you knew you had to move quick or he wouldn’t let you leave after pulling that stunt. You shift and run down the stairs and out the door… of course forgetting your purse but at least you have your phone. It’s already 5:30 the girls are gonna be so mad. About 12 minutes later you pulled up to the pub.

You seen Mina inside with kirishima and Uraraka, so you headed in. “Hey what’s up?” As you smiled excited to see them all again. Mina leaped towards you launching a flying hug… “hey kirishima said they’re all coming here for a few drinks so we figured we would skip the movie and have dinner and some drinks and catch up. I feel like you have a ton to tell us!!!” “Oh ok that sounds super fun.” You smiled nervously knowing you and Katsuki were now gonna be sitting at a table together after just pulling that escape trick. “Where’s denki?” You looked at kirishima confused. “Oh he went towards the stage, he seen an electric guitar up there and he’s been working on controlling his quirk with one”. Then within just a few strums your anxiety spiked… You turned looking at the stage recognizing the tune… it was the same as the one Katsu played in his room… why does this all sound familiar though… “Oh denki! Great idea!!!! You have to sing this…” you came out of your daze as kirishima stood in front of you begging for you to sing. “How do you know I sing?” You still can’t place the tune… Kirishima pulls you towards the stage and he gets on the drums… and starts him and denki play the first few notes and it flooded back… “THIS IS THE SONG I WROTE IN COLLEGE!!! How do you know this tune!!” Denki stopped and pointed at kirishima. “I’ll tell you if you sing… ONE… TWO… THREE… Denki and Kirishima start up and you opened your mouth and the voice come out silenced the entire pub….

Insecure in her skin

Like a puppet, a girl on a string

Broke away

Learned to fly

If you want her back, gotta let her shine

So it looks like the joke's on you

'Cause, the girl that you thought you knew

She's so gone (she's so gone)

That's so over now

She's so gone (she's so gone)

You won't find her around

You can look but you won't see

The girl I used to be

'Cause she, she's so gone

(She's so gone, yeah)

She hesitates to continue and then she sees Bakugou comes through the door, and freezes in his tracks the second he realizes who is on stage… his head shifts through emotions and then before he knew it his body was moving without thought up to the stage to take over on drum and kirishima moved to bass guitar to add more to the already insanely good song. “You grew nervous but excited the crowd was no longer silent… it roared with excitement.

Here I am, this is me

And I'm stronger than you ever thought I'd be

Are you shocked?

Are you mad?

That you're missing out on who I really am

Now it looks like the joke's on you

'Cause, the girl that you thought you knew

She's so gone (she's so gone)

That's so over now

She's so gone (she's so gone)

You won't find her around

You can look but you won't see

The girl I used to be

'Cause she

She's so gone away like history

She's so gone

Baby, this is me, yeah

She's so gone (she's so gone)

That's so over now

She's so gone (she's so gone)

You won't find her around

You can look but you won't see

The girl I used to be

'Cause she, she's so gone (she's so gone)

She's so gone (she's so gone)

You can look but you won't see

The girl I used to be

'Cause she, she's so gone

Gone, gone, gone

You stood there for a moment… the pub roared in happiness.. Mina and Uraraka came running towards you. “YOU DIDNT TELL US YOU HAD THOSE PIPES ON YOU!!” Mina said excited. Uraraka stunned “Yeah your voice is amazing!! Why did you hide that… it’s beautiful.” You blushed and became nervous.. you stepped off the stage to avoid being the center of attention any longer. “I didn’t learn my pitch and control until college…” bakugou slide his hand into yours and leaned towards your ear.. “well done teddy bear, that’s quite the secret to keep… guess that mouth has more than just tricks in the bedroom.” You blushed and nudged him. “Where’s kirishima?!” You said urgently. Mina pointed towards the stage, “Up there putting everything back”. You headed towards him with the other following not far behind, “hey, kirishima! How did you know that song. I told no one about it, and I wrote it in acoustic until I gained the confidence to find someone to add to it… how did you know it to teach everyone??” Bakugou looked confused. Kirishimas face turned almost as red as his hair. Bakugou was now getting impatient “Shitty hair, FUCKING SPILL IT.” As sparks started igniting in his empty palm. Kirishima looked panicked…. “Listen I didn’t think anyone would ever find out.. I didn’t think she’d ever want an explanation… but…”

Kirishima lead us towards a table and everyone sat down and he took a deep breath and started “Listen Kacchan, I want you to keep an open mind man, I was just doing what I thought was best..” Bakugou visibly getting pissed, “Fucking spill it douchebag”. “Ok… 4 years ago after she left, you shut down… your mental health or what little you had was gone. You were getting reckless, and stopped letting sidekicks help you in a job that was a lot to handle and when they would show up you’d attack them too… dude you got forced to take a leave from your job because you were becoming dangerous for yourself and others… I started to worry.” Mina interrupted we all did Kirishima but what does that have to do with the song?” “After bakugou left work he hit like a 6 month streak of just being dumb and making poor decisions, sleeping with every girl he came into contact with.. then we all got him to sit down on a sober night and talk to us.. that’s when we found out about you leaving… He told us he tried tracking you down and had no luck…” Uraraka sighed “we all tried… we couldn’t find you… we didn’t know the direction you went in or anything so we had nothing to go off” “Exactly so eventually everyone accepted the fact you were gone… but seeing Kacchan the way he was, I couldn’t just give up… so I kept looking… and I was the only one who successfully tracked you down by the beginning of your second year of college” Bakugou let’s off a series of explosions from his hands flipping the table and tackling Kirishima the the ground, “YOU DOUCHEBAG, YOU KNEW WHERE SHE WAS THE ENTIRE TIME AND DIDN’T FUCKING TELL ME, I OUGHTA BLOW YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW!” People became scared in the pub and started to exit fearing Kacchans aggression was back. You grab on to bakugou to stop him “Babe… please let him finish. Bakugou let off a small explosion next to Kirishima’s head “better pick your words wisely shitty hair, cause you may be choosing your last ones.”

Uraraka and Mina put the table back in place and everyone sat back down so Kirishima could finish. “Anyway like I was saying, I remembered walking in on you and Jirou talking about your pitch and tones and how you wanted to expand your limit of your voice, but once you seen I was there, you changed the subject too how cool it must be working with All Might so much. So I thought why not check out schools with music programs and classes… and I found you. The first couple times I was there, I kept my distance, but once I got comfortable and knew I wouldn’t be seen I got closer… and outside your dorm was a tree. I used to stand at the bottom of that tree all night to make sure no one was tracking you from bakugous past. And one night you started to sing… and I liked the song so I recorded it. I know it’s an invasion of privacy but I wanted to bring it back to the group and teach them the instrumental part, that way if you ever did come back, we all had something to bond over… I just didn’t think youd want a reason. And I never told anyone cause forcing her to come back wasn’t going to fix her and bakugou. She needed time to find herself and decide if she wanted to come home or stay away. And I didn’t want to give everyone hope and her chose to stay away. Bakugou, I’m sorry man but Keeping it a secret was what I thought was best..” Bakugou looked up his face as firey as his eyes, “Is that where you went 2 times a month, and why you said I wasn’t needed, is that why you taught me guitar? Is that why you asked to learn the drums!!? You knew all I wanted was to know that she was ok and you kept that shit to yourself!!” Kirishima sighed.. “Yes, thats why I wanted to learn drums, that’s why I wanted you to get into guitar… I wanted you to have a way to cope but also have something to bond over if she came back, I was thinking about you man, the whole time.” Bakugou stood up and released an explosion in his hand “whatever man, keep your damn secrets, you watched me fall apart in pain and knew the solution was in reach and didn’t say anything, I’m fucking leaving.”

You stood up, “KACCHAN!” Bakugou froze, “Not now teddy bear” “Yes now, I wrote that song for you… I didn’t stop thinking about you… I wanted you to know I wasn’t the same girl in high school, not having a quirk but having the trait got me bullied and I had to work harder then anyone at UA cause they were trying to activate my quirk and I still couldn’t succeed, and then watching everyone be so proud of you and your quirk once you became a hero… I felt so weak next to you.. and I felt like you deserved better.. I blamed you for the break up but in reality, it was barely your fault.. I wouldn’t of had to stay in the dark if I had a quirk and could protect myself. I left cause I needed to find my self worth. I needed to make sure I was worth your time and love. But in those 4 years I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So I knew it was time to come home.. Kirishima, did you know I was coming home?” Kirishima nodded his head “I did… that’s how we all ended up at the pub yesterday. I didn’t know what time you’d be here.. but we sat here all day. I had to think of ways to keep them here. Cause I knew this is where you’d come. And at one point Uraraka went down the road to the store, but that was when you texted Mina.. and then I told Bakugou he needed to sing his song…” You turned your head to Bakugou “Speaking of which, who did you write that song for?” Bakugou grumbled “Don’t worry about it” Jirou walked in and slammed a massive punch into Kacchan’s gut. “Stop being a hardass and answer the damn question or I will. I got your text Kirishima.” “You Teddy bear, she helped me write it for you” he said trying to catch his breath. Tears began to collect in your eyes.. “I thought music could help you guys speak your true feelings, I know you wrote more songs… you should play one, one you wrote him.” You nodded agreeing.. maybe I should… maybe it’ll help him understand…

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sunshine--writes · 3 years

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Blood Bound

header image courtesy of one of the biggest Lady Dimitrescus simps i’ve ever met.

This is the first and last time i will ever write anything so be prepared. Also i’m not the best writer so some parts might be very rushed and sloppy sorry. Idk how to post on tumblr either and also i’m on mobile so sorry for weird formatting issues :)

A little background I wrote this as a presentation thing with my friends so it’s not gonna be good. Also this is the first time i’ve ever written smut so sorry i guess?

Warnings: NSFW of course, uh very kinky probably, swears in this warning, f! Reader, reader is a vampire pls let me have this, IT MAKES SENSE FOR THE STORY PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS, vampires need sleep i guess idk just fuck let me live, fluff at the end bc im a whore for that kinda shit, probably ooc for Lady Dimitrescu but like idk her character other than dom mommy milkers so, blindfolds, binding arms? what is it called??

All of your senses returned to you very slowly. You didn’t know where you were, or why someone had taken you in the middle of the night, but for some reason you felt safe. You could feel the cold damp floor of the cell you could only presume you were in and you could smell rotting flesh and the wet metal that surrounded you. You could hear the dripping noises of falling water coming from somewhere in front of you, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. The only sense you never regained was your sight. You could feel the soft fabric that covered your eyes and made a reasonable guess that your host for the evening had blindfolded you.

“Have you awoken my darling?” Ah, speak of the devil. The person that belonged to that sultry voice was one Lady Dimitrescu -- the countess that you have met with several times before and every encounter has somehow ended the same way. You remember the first time you met the 9 foot tall woman. It was 1920, and as the child of a wealthy eastern european count, you were required to attend the galas that were thrown. During one such occasion you happened to run into Lady Dimitrescu, and had unfortunately uncovered her secret. At the first sign of danger a normal person would have run, but who were you to judge? After all, aren't you two essentially the same?

That was the first night, and the begging of a long mutual relationship between the two of you. A whirlwind of passion, anger, misery, and lust was the only way you could describe these past decades you have spent with her. Everytime you left her embrace, you couldn’t help but long to be in it again no matter how angry you were. This on again off again relationship had persisted through generations, and you would be damned if you would give up now. She had introduced you to your friends who had shared the same beliefs, and made you feel welcomed. She had been there during the downfall of your family's power, and she was there for every milestone. You had to admit, your life was tied to this woman if you had liked it or not. Every night you spent apart was agony, and every moment you spent together was bliss. You have eternity, so what's the use in spending anymore time apart?

This night felt different. It wasn't normal for her to seek out your company, so why has she all of a sudden? And since when has she been this gentle? If it was like any other night she would have already had her way with you and thrown you to the side. Tonight was definitely different.

“My dear turn towards me.” She demanded, and you obeyed, crawling your way to the direction you think she might be in. You found her in the corner of what you think is a cell. You could tell she was sitting in a chair so you sat on your knees in front of her.

“Ah, isn’t this better darling? Everything is as it should be.” You could hear the sound of her claws extending -- and then you felt as she dragged the nail across your cheek, across your lips, and down to your chin.

“My love, head up. This way I can see your beautiful face.” She spoke as she lifted your head with her sharp claw. “Ah this beautiful face, the one that has tormented my dreams for far too long. Isn’t this much better?” You nod, what does she mean tormented her dreams? Over these past years you understood that this relationship was not one out of love, so you never gave yourself hope that she might feel the same as you. Even as her words sounded like a declaration of longing, you refused to dream. An intimate relationship with her, even one without love, was enough for you. As long as you could remain at her side for the rest of eternity you would be happy.

She sighed, “No matter, tonight is somewhat of a celebration, and as I am in a good mood I have sought you out. So where shall we start?” You hear the claw retreat back into her hand and her start to stand up, towering over you. “Lets get you out of these clothes hm?” She grabs you by the neck forcing your body down to the ground, cool gloved hands start roaming all over your body, loosening and untying the thin clothes you wore to sleep that night. “Ah beloved, how I had missed this.” Her mouth descended onto your neck where you could feel the warmth of her saliva as she sucked on that tender spot. You whimpered, moving closer into the bigger woman, although this isn't the first time she has marked you like this, it still sends tingles down your spine. Your hands started to roam as Lady Dimitrescu moved her way from your neck to your chin, and finally to your mouth: enveloping you in a deep kiss. Your back arched to be closer to the woman on top, deepening the kiss. You could taste the reminisce of blood and the sweet wine she had been brewing for years. Tonight really was an important celebration. You couldn’t control yourself as both of your bodys moved in tandem, your hands moving down her back.

She pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, “Now now my dear, you know the rules. No touching without permission. Now let's get these hands out of the way hm?” You could feel as the warmth from her body moved away, leaving you semi-naked on the cold floor. You couldn’t tell where she had gone, nor how long she was gone for -- every minute without her felt like agony anyway.

Her footsteps finally came back, “On your knees,” she demanded, and you moved without hesitation. “Both arms behind you.” Again you moved without thinking, obeying every word. You could feel as some soft fabric was slowly wrapped around both of your wrists and then tied, you could guess that it was the same silk as the one around your eyes.

“There, isn't that better darling? Now lay back down, I will loosen you up.” A claw extended and you felt as the rest of your already loose clothes were torn off, including your slick underwear. “Hm?” she laughed, “Already ready for me?”

“Yes mistress.” you nodded, spreading your legs slightly.

“Darling you know I love it when you call me that.” Gloved hands traced their way from your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach, and finally rested on your thighs. “Hm? What should I do darling? Shall we continue?”

“Yes mistress.” You begged, wiggling your body hoping for her hand to end up in that place you wanted it. You begged for her to give you release, begged for the thing you missed the most over these years.

“Hm? Shall I grant you your requests? Maybe you should beg some more first.” Her hands suddenly moved, finding their way back up to your breasts, hands playing with your nipples. You squirmed, wishing that the woman would give you what you wanted.

“Please mistress,” you begged, pushing yourself onto her thigh. Your cries fell on def ears as she continued to play with you. You started grinding on her thigh, pleading with your mistress to take you. “Please Lady Dimitrescu, please help me.”

You felt her hot hands finally leave your chest, “Fine, I shall grant this one request to you my beloved.” Suddenly you felt a gloved finger push its way inside you, forcing itself deeper in, her other hand went back to playing with your breasts. You gasped, moaning as she started moving around slowly inside. You tried to move yourself down onto her hand, allowing sweet relief. Her unoccupied hand made its way up to your neck and she started choking you.

Her tempo picked up as another finger made its way inside. The sounds coming out of you were ungodly, she had you crying out in pleasure. “Do you like that my dear?” she called out from on top of you. You could only nod your head and cry out something akin to the word yes. She was moving even faster and you could feel the pressure inside of you about to explode, you begged your mistress to please release you, but she wouldn’t budge moving faster than she had ever moved before. You were moaning and screaming in pleasure, you silently thanked whoever was up there that you were in a castle otherwise you would probably have a noise complaint by now. Her movements had you writhing around, grasping for anything with your bound hands. You brought your legs and wrapped them around her, opening yourself up for her. You were desperately grinding against her hand, your walls tightening before you could come.

“Eager now aren't we, well my love shall I let you come?” Although you were blindfolded you could see her smirking face. You called out between moans, crying for her to let you. You were begging and pleading, you must have looked so pitiful but in that moment you wished for nothing more than to come undone by this woman's hands.

“Lets see how loud you can be.” You felt your walls close down on the fingers inside of you as you screamed out in pleasure, the pressure finally being released. You could feel your juices coming out as orgasms wracked through your body. The pleasure was too much for you to handle and before you knew it you passed out.

***

You awoke in a very comfortable bed, the feel of the satin sheets under you cooled your body and sent shivers all over. You had realized that both the blindfold and your arm restraints were gone, and your body had been cleaned up from last night's activities. You were wearing a thin nightgown that only accentuated how cold it was in this room. As you looked around you finally saw the face of the sleeping woman next to you. Strange, you had never awoken next to her, no matter how vigorous the previous night's activities were she always left before you woke up. You giggled quietly to yourself, last night must have been a special night indeed. You saw sunlight streaming in from the large windows on the northern wall of this bedroom casting itself onto her. She had never looked more beautiful in your long life. You reached out your hand and started softly stroking the woman's face and hair, careful not to wake her. You traced your way from her forehead down to her lips, pausing there slightly. Last night was different, it wasn't bad, it was in fact very good. It was just something you never thought would happen for the both of you. As you look at the face of sleeping Lady Dimitrescu in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what your life would be like if you two had a different kind of relationship. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two arms snake their way around you and suddenly you were pulled into the woman's arms.

“What are you doing awake so early my little dove? You should rest some more, last night must have been very taxing on your body.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke. You were shocked to say the least. Over the decades you have known the Countess, you have never been in her arms like this. This is what you had dreamt of for so long, wanting to feel true, romantic love from this woman, and now that you are here you felt as if you could cry.

And cry you did. Before you could stop yourself you felt the tears falling down your face and onto the clothes of the woman holding you.

“My beloved what is wrong?” Lady Dimitrescu frantically spoke as she tried to wipe the tears out of your eyes, “What is the matter? Please tell me.”

“It’s truly nothing,” you finally croaked out after minutes of sobbing. You must have looked ridiculous like this. How could you really think that she would love you like you love her. You are nothing compared to her.

“If you are crying then of course something is wrong. Please tell me darling, I hate to see you so sad.”

You hesitated. Was it really alright to tell her the thoughts that have plagued you for generations? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you. Even if you were just treated as a play thing, as long as you could stay with her you would do anything. “I love you. I have loved you for years, and you will never reciprocate how I feel. I am nothing to you other than a toy you can throw away at a moment's notice. But still I wish to stay by your side, even If I am nothing other than that. Don’t let my feelings change our relationship. I only want to stay with you.” The tears came back but you wouldn’t let them fall. You were stronger than that.

You felt her hold on you tighten as she brought you closer to her, lips brushing over your forehead and over your eyes. Her mouth moved around your face, kissing away your tears.

“Beloved who ever said I never felt the same way?”

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tetsurouskuro · 4 years

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Lose Somebody

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut,

word count: 3,385

a/n: i get most of my ideas while listening to music, so listening to onerepublic - lose somebody got me this idea, it’ll be super fluffy so i hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Synopsis: You’re friends with benefits with Bokuto and you fall in love him. Confessing your feelings for him, expecting him to feel the same only to be rejected and end your friendship with him. Will the two of you find your way back to each other?

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The sound of the second set being finished could be heard in the gymnasium. Loud cheering from the stands of people who were watching and clapping. Another win for Fukurodani, another win for Bokuto. He looked happy, cheering with his teammates. His loud “hey, hey hey” echoed through the big room. He had a talent for volleyball. He was one of the best spikers in all of Japan for his age and that was something. He was sure to be scouted when he went on to start college.

College. Those words echoed through your head. You didn't want to think about college, because college meant being seperated from Bokuto and that's something you didn't want to think about now. Now you needed to celebrate with him.

You'd known Bokuto since first year of high school. He was that goofy but very attractive guy that most girls wanted. You had accidentally bumped into him and that made you drop all of your textbooks, all of them ending up in a pile of paper on the floor and he had (to your surprise) bent down to help you and apologized over and over, even though it wasn't his fault. Ever since then you'd become friends and put up with all of his different mood swings and what nots, well you and Akaashi.

In these 3 years, the two of you had somehow ended up in bed together. The both of you had an attraction for each other, that you couldn't deny, but when he had said “let's not do that again” it had happened again anyway. So, Bokuto had then come up with a better solution after it had repeated yet another time.

“Let's just be friends with benefits.” He had blurted out late one night while the two of you were watching a movie on his bed.

“Huh? What?”

“You know. Fuck buddies, bed buddies. Whatever you call it.” Looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights, you didn't move a muscle.

“I know what friends with benefits mean, I am not stupid... I'm just surprised. That's all.”

“Well we've tried to not have sex but that didn't work out so why not just embrace it?” Pausing the movie he looked at you with anticipation, waiting for your answer.

“Sure, but don't go and fall in love with me, Bokuto Koutarou.”

“Pfft, like I have any time for that. I don't want a relationship anyway. All my focus is on volleyball and finishing school.” With that being said, he climed on top of you, his palms flat on the bed between your shoulders. Leaning down to seal the deal with a kiss, his lips trailed down, making you hot and bothered.

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You'd said for him not to fall in love with you, yet here you were, third year in high school and head over heels in love with Bokuto.

Sighing you removed yourself from the railing and started to move so you could greet him when he and the rest of the team exited the gymnasium. Reaching the big doors where the team exited you could see the back of Bokuto's head. His black and grey spikes being damp from sweat. His back muscles clinging to his sweaty back, making your knees go weak. Yesterday he had fucked you so hard on his bed that your nails had left marks on his back, but he didn't mind. He loved it, and you loved when the two of you were intimate. Just thinking about it made you horny.

“Oi! Airhead,” you yelled at the goofy boy who turned around and smiled when he saw you. Walking towards you he embraced you in his arms, your head hard against his chest.

“Did you see that last spike I did? It was awesome. I'm awesome.”

“Ew, you're sweaty and yes I did. I watched the whole game. You're lucky you got Akaashi to save your ass.”

“W-What? I... (y/n), so rude.” The big muscular man infront of you pouted and you could only giggle. It was fun to trigger him.

“Kidding. Or am I? Haha, anyway... Congrats on the big win Bokuto. How are you gonna celebrate?”

“Meanie, that's what you are and I was thinking of celebrating by having you naked in my bed,” smirking at you as he said it made you bite your lip, giving him the respons that he wanted.

“Okay. Fine by me.”

“Excellent. I'll text you when you can come over,” he said while slowly taking small steps backwards, his eyes never leaving you.

“Sure. Have fun,” waving goodbye at him you watched as he turned around and sprinted to where his teammates were. Once he was out of sight, your smile dropped and your left hand grabbed a hold of your shirt and sqeezed tightly. 'Tonight', you thought. 'Tonight, I'll confess.'

It was Akaashi who had asked you why you didn't confess to Bokuto one night. You'd been surprised that he'd figured out your feelings for him, but only because the two of you acted like a couple already. Everytime you were around Bokuto and his teammates the two of you would always be together; sitting next to each other, your head in his lap while he massaged your scalp or his fingers tracing patterns on your back as you hummed a tune that was stuck in your head.

The way you two would fight over what food to order or which movie to watch. Konoha had one time called you a couple and the both of you had denied it and soon it became an inside joke where the team teased both of you and after a while the both of you stopped arguing back.

You had noticed how Bokuto sometimes would watch you when you studied, or when you furrowed your eyebrows when you thought hard of something. He'd sometimes throw out compliments at you like cute, adorable and pretty. Those compliments would make you blush and it was then you'd noticed yourself that shit, you were in love with that airhead.

Walking towards your home, earphones in each ear and listening to some music you got home quicker than you'd anticipated. Both of your parents were away for buisness and being an only child sure has its perks.

Walking into your bathroom, you started the shower and began to undress and get ready for your night with Bokuto and hope that it won't be your last one.

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Bokuto has your back pressed against his bedroom door, his tongue invading yours, slowly stroking his own with yours. His hands finds the hem of your shirt, his lips parting from yours so he can pull it over your head and the throw it on the floor. It lands on a pile beside his own shirt that was discarded just minutes ago. His lips is quickly back on yours as his hips start to grind against your lower belly, a moan erupting from your mouth.

“No foreplay. I just wanna fuck, 'kay?” he speaks against your lips, working on getting your pants and thongs off of you, sliding them both down your legs, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from your neck and downwards.

“Mhm... oh-kay Kou,” you moan out his nickname and feel him leave a wet and sloppy kiss on your clit, making you jump at the sensation of his lips there.

Once he has you completely naked, he picks you up like you weight nothing and walks you towards his bed, placing you on the center of it. He's fast with taking off his own pants and briefs and basically throws himself at you. Him hovering over you as he thrusts inside you, without any warning, making you let out a loud moan. Your hands grab his shoulders, your nails digging deep into his skin. Marking him.

“Fuck yes, (y/n). You always feel so good around me.” Your walls tighten around him as you sigh in complete satisfaction.

“You feel good inside of me,” you answer him back. Both of your eyes looking into each other as he starts to move in and out of you, his eyes never leaving yours. If he doesn't see that you're utterly head over heels in love with him then he's just as stupid as he looks. Even though he looks like a sex god.

Bokuto places his forearms beside your head and leans down, his lips meeting yours. Closing your eyes you let him take the lead, chose which tempo he wants to take you in. His thrusts are slow and gentle, like he's making love to you and that makes your heart pound harder against your chest.

His lips pulls away from yours as his thrusts starts to quicken, your own hips start to meet his. He's looking at you, never leaving your gaze as you gaze up at him. Moans erupting from your mouth. His own moans and grunts are coming out every now and then. Sweat forming on his forehead as his hips starts to pound even harder against yours.

“Fuck this,” he speaks as he changes position so he's on his knees. His hands grabs your legs and pulls them together and hugs them against his chest, pulling your ass up so the head of his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Fuuuck, Bokuto. Oh my... god,” you moan out. 'I love you' you think as his hips slaps roughly against your ass. His hips keep getting rougher.

“Fuuuuuck. Cum (y/n). I'm close, so close.” The building sensation in your lower belly erupts and you cum without any warning, milking his cock with your juices.

“Fuck, Bokuto!” I love you. I love you. I love you. You chant in your head as you try to calm down your breathing.

“Shiiiit,” Bokuto swears as he reaches his own climax, his hot seed filling you up to the brim. His own breathing being heavy as he tries to calm down. He places your legs on each side of him and pulls out of you, and starts pacing in his bedroom.

“Kou?” you sit up on his bed and watch him.

“Why did you say it? Was it because of the sex or was it something else?” Oh no.

“W-What are you talking about, Kou?”

“The 'I love you' part, (y/n). Is there something you wanna tell me?” He stops pacing and looks at your horrified expression.

“I-” you try to form your words but, by the way he's reacting you already know how he feels, and it's slowly breaking your heart. “I-I'm in love with you Bokuto.”

“No, (y/n). You know I don't want a relationship. I need to focus on volleyball.”

“Why can't you do that and love me at the same time? Nothing will change, only that we're a couple. You feel the same, right? I mean the way that you're with me.”

Letting out a big sigh, Bokuto gazes at you. His eyes stern. “I don't feel the same (y/n). I'm sorry. We should stop this-” you don't let him finish his sentence. Your eyes already watering and you can slowly hear how your heart is breaking, piece by piece it's falling apart.

“Yes,” you answer him, almost whispering. You climb off the bed and start to dress yourself, quickly.

“Wait, stay. I don't want you to go home this late. It's already 10PM and-”

“You can't be serious. I just confessed that I am in love with you, you moron and you expect me to stay? I can't stay.” Pulling on the sweater over your head, you brush away the tears that had just fallen. “We can't be friends. I can't see you. Just looking at you now is breaking me. I need time. Space. Don't call, don't text, don't try to speak to me. Just... leave me alone,” your last words come out as a sob as you walk out from his room, to the hallway and pull on your shoes fast. Slamming the door behind you as you leave the Bokuto residence. Sobs erupting from your mouth and tears falling down as you walk with fast steps home.

Bokuto could only watch from his bedroom window as you walked away from him, wondering why there was an aching pain in his chest.

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It had been a week since you'd last seen Bokuto. You missed him. So much. You wanted to write 'I miss you' on a rock and throw it in his face just to show him how much it hurts missing him. But what good would that do? It wouldn't make him love you.

Once you had gotten home that night a week ago you had slammed the front door hard and started sobbing, your back against the door as you slowly slid your back down so you were sitting against it instead. Your face in the palm of your hands as you continued to sob and hated the pain that was in your chest. You wanted it gone. You wanted to forget about Bokuto. You wanted him out of your life.

Okay, not really. You wanted him to feel the same. You wanted him to tell you that he loved you. That it was all a stupid prank and that he actually loved you.

The vibrating sound of your phone against the bedside table interrupted you from your thoughts as you picked it up, seeing a text message from Akaashi.

Akaashi Keiji: Hi. How are you doing?

You: I'm shit. Literally a bag of shit.

Akaashi Keiji: Well if it makes you feel any better, Bokuto-san is feeling like shit too.

You: Good. He should. Asshole.

Akaashi Keiji: Give it time. I think the both of you need time apart. He'll come around, I'm sure.

You: What I need isn't what I want, but thanks Akaashi-kun.

You throw your phone down beside you on the bed. The feeling of tears welling up in your eyes yet again.

“Stop fucking crying (y/n),” you tell yourself loudly and sigh, brushing away the tears with the sleeve of your shirt. For a week now you'd been drowning in your own tears. Skipping school and just lying in bed, sleeping and barely eating. Just drowning in your own sadness, wishing for Bokuto and his arms to embrace you. Wishing for this nightmare to be over.

Once again does your phone vibrate and when you look at who it is, you suddenly forget how to breathe. A text message from Bokuto.

Bokuto “Airhead” Koutarou: Hey, hey, heeeeey (y/n). How are you? Okay shit question but... I know you don't want to see me and you said not to speak to you but I really wanna see you and talk with you. Can I come over?

You: No. Leave me alone!

You start crying again. How much can a person even cry? When was this going to end? You didn't know how much more heartache you could take...

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Walking into school on a monday morning you tried to look normal, like your whole world wasn't crashing right in front of you. Reaching your locker, you pulled out your shoes, pulling them on and walking towards your classroom. Not in the slightest ready for a class. Reaching the stairs, you start to climb up only to be stopped as someone was waiting for you at the top of the stairs. That someone being Bokuto.

Sighing, you continue and walk past him. “I told you to leave me alone.”

“I just wanna talk,” he spoke as he caught up with you. Him slightly walking behind you.

“Well, I don't. I wanna get over you and I can't do that when you're interrupting me all the damn time.”

“I don't like this eaither. I'm also hurting.” You stop in your tracks, making Bokuto bump right into you.

“You're hurting?” You say, a bit louder than what you intended. Turning around to face him, tears in your eyes, you speak again. “You don't know what I'm feeling. My heart is fucking broken. I love you. I've loved you all this time and I was so fucking stupid for thinking that you felt somewhat the same but stupid little (y/n) could only think as long as her nose can reach.” You start to walk away from him. Class had already begun and the hallways were empty, only you and Bokuto were there.

“Sometimes you gotta lose somebody just to find out you really loved someone,” he speaks. Making you stop in your tracks once again. You start to breathe heavily as you wait for him to continue.

“I've never experienced love before. I was scared, of what I can't tell but I was stupid, okay?” His footsteps kept getting louder and clearer, meaning he was closing in on you.

“My heart cannot find rest while you are gone, everything has lost its color since you are not here. I miss you. The biggest mistake of my life was letting you go. Trust me, all I want is to be with you. I-” Bokuto stops himself for speaking any further. He's close to you, so close that when you see him moving so he's in front of you all you can do is to watch his body, not daring to look at him as your tears are pouring from your eyes, listening to his words.

“I love your flaws, laugh, smile, tears, mistakes, errors, nagging and lies. Despite everything, I just want to be with you again. And this time, I won't let you go. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you're not happy, I'll be your smile. If you need me, I'll always be there.”

There's a big quiet moment before he speaks again. “If I could do it all over again... I would know what it felt like to lose you. If you give me just one more chance I promise, I will do everything in my power to keep you.”

Taking a deep breath, you gaze up into his eyes. Seeing the hurt in them. Okay so maybe Akaashi didn't lie. He did look like shit. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you opened them again. Looking into his golden orbs as you spoke.

“I'm scared, Bokuto. But maybe I'm scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I need, everything I want.”

He stepped even closer, your chest now touching his. You could hear your own heartbeat, nervous of what his reply would be.

His hands reaches for yours, holding them as he speaks to you. “I know... I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you? I know I don't deserve you, I don't have right to even be asking this... but please, just one more chance. I am not promising not to fight with you, or get mad at you but I am promising to give myself to you, completely. Please, just let me try to be what you need.”

“Okay,” you answer because you want him. You want him in your arms, on your lips, in your bed. All of him. His mind, soul and body, all at once.

“W-What?”

“I said okay. Want me to repeat myself airhead?” You smile at him. The goofy and emotional captain of the Fukurodani volleyball team smiles back at you.

“Don't go and use Kuroo's nicknames on me.”

“You'll always be an airhead, wheter you like it or not.”

“C'mere,” he said as he pulls you to him, embracing you in his strong arms. His cologne hitting your nose. He pulls your chin up with his hand and kisses you softly on the lips. Both of your eyes closing as you lean into the kiss more, his lips tasting like mint.

“I've missed this,” you speak softly against him, your lips never breaking apart.

“Me too.”

“Don't leave me again.”

“Never,” he replied as he pulls you even closer, not daring to let you go.

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 3 years

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Hopeful Promise

AO3

I was going to post the fanfiction.net link as well but right now fanfiction.net is not cooperating with me! I’ll post it later, I apologize.

Anyway, good evening lovebugs! I apologize I that what I am presenting is just a oneshot again.

This is one is one of the WIPs I posted, where Marinette and Luka have a romantic picnic and Luka wants to ask Marinette something......

Yeah I am still not giving the context for that just read it and find out.

Enjoy! <3

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Luka wondered if it would be too much to introduce the idea to her.

His girlfriend Marinette was prone to panic, but this question has been eating at him even if it was a bit of a bold question to ask when they were still teenagers.

But he just held that thought as the two of them found a picnic table by the flowers. Marinette smiled at him as she opened up the picnic basket and cut croissants in half. She spread cream cheese on both slices and placed blueberries on one slice, and sliced strawberries on the other.

Luka smiled in anticipation. Marinette was about to hand the blueberry slice to Luka. But he took both slices and placed them together before taking a huge bite. He gave pleased noises from the sweetness of the berries and the freshly made croissant.

"Hey! We were supposed to share that!" Marinette teased.

"Sorry," Luka said before wiping berry juice from the corner of his lips. "It tastes so good."

Luka handed the sandwich back to Marinette, and she took a bite herself. Giving multiple pleased moans as she wanted to eat the rest.

After the two of them finished lunch, Luka wiped the last bit of berry juice from Marinette's lips before sucking it off his own fingers.

"That was an amazing lunch melody," Luka said, smiling at her.

Marinette grinned. "Anything for you, Luka."

Anything.

It was at this moment that Luka knew she loved him as much as he loved her. And that made his heart feel so strong. But they were still so young.

The blue-haired boy reasoned with himself to just place that question on the back of his mind for now. He grabbed his guitar before climbing over the picnic table to sit next to Marinette. Luka played gentle tunes as Marinette rested on his side.

God, Marinette's gentle body against his, causing his heart to beat faster and his guitar playing to be more passionate. Whether or not he asked her, he certainly knew his own answer.

"Is something on your mind?" Marinette asked.

Luka lost his tune for a moment. Then, he paused his guitar playing because he had to admit he was a bit nervous right now. Even if he was usually considered the calm and collective person in their friend group.

"Nothing in particular," Luka lied.

Marinette paused before turning to her boyfriend, and her bluebell eyes looked right through him. Beautiful bluebell eyes like a gentle lagoon on a starlit evening.

Luka continued to play that gentle tune to calm his nerves.

"I was thinking about," Luka paused as he tried to keep up his tempo. "How it's a beautiful day today and how I am happy to be spending time with the most amazing girlfriend in the world."

Marinette smiled, but she didn't seem very convinced.

"And I am going to be dreaming about delicious fruit croissant sandwiches for the next few days," Luka added.

Marinette gave a pleased hum. "You always know how to compliment me."

Marinette gave a devious smirk and booped his nose for a moment, causing Luka to smile. Yes, she was charmed by Luka's energy, but she knew he was stretching the truth a bit.

But Marinette let him be as she laid beside him and relaxed to his soft tunes while lacing some flowers together. When she finished, she took a moment to sit up and tie them around Luka's neck.

He smiled, thinking about how she was always sweet and giving.

Little did she know she had a question weighing on her mind as well.

"Luka…"

Luka's aquamarine eyes shined at her. Something that still made Marinette blush rose-red even though they were long past the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

"Yes, Marinette?" He set his guitar down for a moment as he loved hearing her voice much more than any instrument.

Marinette smiled sheepishly and placed her hand on the back of her neck, automatically feeling that she was sweating.

"Well, we have been dating for a while, and…."

Luka waited for her to collect herself, but Marinette still felt so nervous.

"I was going to ask you something crazy," Marinette said.

Luka gave her a calming smile. "I doubt what you have to say is crazy, Marinette."

Marinette blinked. "It is! Because we are still teenagers and…."

She suddenly felt her words stop. Marinette gave a soft sigh as if she gave up.

Luka breathed out and felt he should reveal what he wanted to ask her. Maybe it would make her feel less crazy. He was still a bit worried Marinette would be turned off by the idea, but if this idea was eating at him for, a while he should let it out. If it really was a bad idea, his gut would tell him not to.

He placed his hand under her chin and raised her head up to meet hers.

"I wanted to tell you something too," Luka said as Marinette's bluebell eyes widened. "But," he paused from his voice shaking a bit. "I am a bit nervous…."

It clicked for Marinette that he was about to tell her what he was hiding before. Marinette moved closer to him.

"Don't be nervous!" Marinette insisted. "I want to know!"

Luka chuckled to himself as his hand dug through his jacket pocket.

"I am afraid you might be a bit overwhelmed," he said gently.

Marinette knew she was prone to panic, no one had to tell her that twice, and Luka always made her feel comfortable and stable. She took his free hand with hers.

"You can tell me anything too, Luka!" Marinette cried, her eyes showing him that she was serious. "You always know what to say."

Now Luka suddenly felt at ease as he squeezed her hand and moved closer to her, so they were leaning against each other as if they sat in a love seat.

"I'll tell you," Luka said.

Marinette rested herself against Luka's shoulder as they sat in silence for a moment before Luka spoke.

"Well, we've been together for a long time, and I couldn't be happier," Luka said.

Marinette gently nuzzled herself against him. "I couldn't either! You're the best boyfriend ever, Luka!"

That was a relief for Luka to hear.

"But for the past few weeks, I couldn't help but think…."

"Hm?" Marinette raised her head to meet Luka's eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled to him, deep in curiosity.

"That maybe in the future…." Luka's face started heating up. Marinette squeezed his hand as if she was eager to know what he had to convey.

Luka breathed out as he tried to compose himself but looking at his beautiful girlfriend now, he smiled at her without a single doubt in his mind.

"I love you, Marinette," he said firmly. "And there is not a single doubt in my mind about that. But for the past few weeks, I couldn't help but think it would be absolutely amazing if we…." He dug into his pocket again.

"If we got married someday in the future."

On the one hand, Luka was relieved he freed that burning idea. But now, he started to question if he was a weirdo hopeless romantic.

But Marinette's mouth went slightly agape before she placed her hand over her chest and smiled warmly.

Luka guessed she wasn't upset at all, but she said nothing and dug through her backpack to pull out her sketchbook.

"I was a bit nervous because of what you were hiding," Marinette said as she held her closed sketchbook in her hands and leaned against her boyfriend. "But…"

She opened up her sketchbook, and Luka saw drawings of the two of them in adorable chibi anime style and wearing wedding attire. There were also the words "Marinette + Luka Together Forever" written in cursive.

Luka held the other side of the sketchbook. A pleased smile was on his face that made Marinette feel relieved.

"Alya and Kagami teased me again this as if they don't fantasize about marrying their own boyfriends!" Marinette cried.

Marinette retook Luka's hand and blushed bashfully, thinking about what could be in the future.

"But the point is," Marinette's face glowed brighter red. "I would love to marry you someday, Luka."

Her voice made a slight squeak saying that last part, but Luka adored that.

Marinette couldn't help but giggle next.

"It's funny how we both thought the same thing. I'm not an insane hopeless romantic!" Marinette cried.

Luka wrapped his arm around her and held her close to where she could faintly hear his heartbeat like a soft metronome.

"Kind of makes me believe that the both of us are made for each other, and we will get married when the time is right," There were hopeful notes in Marinette's words.

"I'm glad you agree, Marinette," Luka said. Marinette just wanted to rest by her boyfriend's side for the rest of the day, feeling secure for the future.

"Because I got you this."

Marinette turned and managed to stifle her yelp at the sight of Luka smiling down on her and holding a ring with a pink heart-shaped jewel on it.

"Luka!" Marinette cried. "You…" She became breathless.

Luka held her closer. "It's just a promise ring. I thought it suited you."

Marinette released herself from Luka's hold and gave him a slightly stern look.

"Luka, I told you you don't have to buy me expensive things."

Luka smiled. "I know, I saved up for this."

"You're more than worth it, though," He said as he moved the ring closer to her.

Marinette looked at the ring for a good moment. It was absolutely gorgeous and priceless, and Marinette almost felt she wasn't worthy of such a romantic gift. Not to mention all the money Luka put in for her, so she couldn't bring herself to accept the ring.

But then Marinette thought, this boy truly was ride and die for her. Even willing to buy expensive, flashy stuff to show how serious he was about them. And this was a dream come true for Marinette. No, more beautiful than any other dream she ever dreamt.

And she loved him. Her concerned expression melted as her heart skipped a beat, thinking how much Luka believed in what they had.

She smiled as she presented her finger, and Luka placed the promise ring on her.

Marinette was in awe, looking at the small diamond that was now wrapped around her. She just felt so lucky being loved this much, and she almost wanted to show it off to all her friends as if it were an actual engagement ring.

But she turned to Luka, who gave her his usual "I love you" face. Everything he did reminded her that she was loved.

"I love you, Luka."

Luka's aquamarine eyes shined like the sea, and his smile was as warm as sunlight.

"I love you too, Marinette."

Marinette moved in closer, so she sat on his lap and hugged him while resting her head on his broad chest. Luka gently hugged her as well, and they stayed in blissful silence for a moment.

Then Marinette broke the hug and eagerly jumped off the picnic table to pack up the picnic basket.

"Luka, let's go get ice cream."

Luka had to admit that sharing Andre's ice cream did seem perfect after he and Marinette made a promise. And he was craving more sweet stuff.

"Sure, Marinette."

Luka placed his guitar in his guitar case, and the two of them walked hand and hand.

But feeling Marinette's ring on her finger gave Luka even more blissful daydreams of a beautiful future together.

#endgame lukanette #lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction #I nearly gave myself a cavity over this!

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animedaddymilkers · 3 years

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Kinkmas 2020: Day Six

Prompt: Mommy Kink w/ Ino

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Mommy Kink, Lactation, Semi-Public || Characters: Ino Yamanaka, Gender Neutral Reader || read it on ao3 here

"I have a customer coming in soon. Are you going to be a good flower for me?" Your blonde girlfriend smiled at you, hand caressing your chin.

You nodded earnestly but were quick to use your voice once you saw her glare, "Yes mommy. I'll be your good flower. How… How long do you think it will take?"

"Now, little violet, you know I don't know that. But I know you'll sit there at the counter while I'm busy with the customer," She patted the top of your head and made sure to help you pull your pants back up.

The faint buzz of the vibrator inside of you made your face heat up, Ino merely smiling at your reaction and walking out to the store front. For a moment, you gathered your wits about you before following after the blonde. As you sat down on the stool behind the counter, the vibrator increased. One of your hands awkwardly slapped down onto the wood slab in front of you, gripping at the smoothness. The gasp was thankfully caught in your throat and you composed yourself again, flashing a slight glare to your mommy. It didn't help a bit, quite the opposite really, seeing as how wide she was smirking and reached into her pocket again, making you go stiff. Without actually seeing it, you knew the remote to your current torture was in that purple pocket.

By some divine miracle, before she could up the tempo again, the customers she mentioned entered the store. Her customer service voice immediately rang through the air and you hoped it was enough to distract her from you. How wrong you were. For a while, the dull vibrations only turned you on, wetting the underwear underneath the skirt your girlfriend specially picked out for you. Then, as the customers were examining some daisies, the tempo picked up without warning, by the feel of it she turned it by two notches. Always such a damn tease, Ino was. You nearly fell apart just sitting at the counter, quietly trying to work yourself through your orgasm. The worst case scenario was the customers realized what was going on and you were determined for that not to come true.

Your hand fanned your face before muffling a moan as you felt a second orgasm approach you. Kami, if she would just turn it down a notch you could recover a bit- Fuck! If she could read your thoughts right now, she purposely did the opposite of what you wanted. The stupid silicone inside of you vibrated harder and you inconspicuously turned the radio on to hide the quiet whirring. At this rate, your juices would be running off the stool if the customers didn't just hurry the hell up. Thankful that they were still distracted, you rocked back and forth as you were sent through a second orgasm. You had no time to even bask in the climax because the vibrator didn't let up, forcing you to just ride straight into the build up of the next impending orgasm. Even though you respected and cherished each paying customer, in this point and time, those damn customers could not leave the store fast enough.

Just when you thought you were going to bang your head against the counter, the customers shook Ino's hand. A quick tune-in let you know they agreed to pick up the arrangement tomorrow and you said your silent thank you's. Your girlfriend saw them out and you bit your lip in anticipation. She left you a mess at the counter for far too long and you were desperate for more. Desperate for her.

"Is my baby enjoying themself?" the question was playful and teasing as she flipped the open sign and locked the door.

The only noise that fell from your lips was a long whine, a noise that made Ino chuckle as she turned to face you. The look of pure lust on your face made her smirk as she walked towards where you were seated. You lifted your hips slightly, letting another whine from your lips. It was a needy noise, a noise that hopefully conveyed what you couldn't put into words. Ino laughed quietly at your reaction and slowly sauntered over, her hands groping her chest as she finally gave into her own temptations. Just knowing that you were over here getting lost in pleasure had her soaking wet herself. As she played with it she realized just how heavy and full her chest was. All she wanted was that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around her tits and she wasn't going to wait any longer. By the time she reached the counter you were shaking through another orgasm and thankfully, this time she turned the vibrator fully off. You whined again, panting as you came down from your high and began to paw at her clothing.

"Mommy… Mommy please, I'm hungry, I wanna taste you, mommy. I've been such a good flower," your eyes, as glossed over as they were, looked up into hers pleading for what you really needed.

Luckily for you, she was also past the point of holding back and nodded, "Of course darling, I'd never let you go hungry. Mommy has so much for you too. They're so full they hurt, flower."

Now, it was Ino's turn to blush as she admitted her circumstance and unbuttoned her shirt to unleash her boobs. Her tits were already hard and wet, slowly dripping milk from them, ah the curses of being as big chested as Ino. Though you were more than willing to help her with her struggles. The vibrator still occupying the space inside of you, you leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around a nipple after locking it. The effect your secret show had on Ino was evident, the second your tongue made contact with her skin she moaned, fingers flying to the back of your head. She caressed your head gently as you began to suck, reveling in the assurance that relief was soon to follow. You sucked on her nipple, being rewarded with the slow spurt of milk in your mouth not long after. Ino sighed heavily, a soft moan following and she rubbed your scalp soothingly, her need to take care of you still ruling over her other emotions.

With a dutiful vigor, you helped slowly drain her tits of the built up fluids. Really, the taste wasn't bad, it might have been an acquired taste, but you loved it enough to keep coming back for more. Ino stroked the sides of your face, her butterfly touches letting you know how much she cherished you. Meanwhile, your own hands wandered her body, eventually zeroing in on that tight skirt of hers. The figure hugging material always drove you wild. You bunched the material up before sliding a hand between her thighs. Her legs quickly spread, silently begging you for more. To which you were happy to comply with, fingers tracing along her slit, reveling in the feel of her soaked panties. Ino's head leaned back as she sighed, all her pent up feelings finally being acknowledged. Her underwear were ripped off of her waist, an action to which you'd have to apologize for later. Your fingers prodded against her teasingly before easily slipping inside.

Meanwhile, you still sucked at her tit, relieving one while letting the other tit suffer and drip slowly. One of her hands steadied herself on the counter, a leg being propped up on a rung of the stool beneath you. The new position gave you easier access, allowing you to slide your fingers in deeper, curling them slightly. Your other hand played with her clit, gently tugging the bundle of nerves before rubbing circles against it. A soft curse left her mouth, followed immediately by reassuring praises. She tried to keep her composure during times like these, but the faint shake of her legs told you all you needed to know. After you were sure the boob you were sucking from was nearly drained, you switched to the other one. The one that was dripping milk still, begging to be sucked by you like the other one was. Again, you gave a teasing lick before wrapping your lips around it, savoring the forceful squirt of liquid into your mouth.

"Flower… you feel so good. I love when you're good for me like this. A-After we're done here, mmm, we're going to take a niceee bath," she moaned and gripped your head, "with chamomile…and some lavender…"

You're sure she was going to say eucalyptus too, as it was the go-to bath combination for her, but the last ingredient was lost in a gasp. She moaned again and her hips moved forward, trying to fuck herself on your fingers. Your fingers obliged, moving faster in and out of her pussy the way you knew drove her wild. At this point you were done dragging it out, the mentioned bath seeming more and more inviting with each passing minute. The only things keeping you on the stool was the moans Ino made and the warm liquid in your mouth. Your lips sucked faster, drawing more of her milk out while you curled your fingers inside of her. Ino's hand that wasn't on the counter went to your shoulder to further steady herself. Her orgasm wasn't too far away, if the way her legs moved was any way to tell. She gasped and panted hard, almost whining as desperately as you were twenty minutes ago. You stopped thrusting and instead rubbed against her g spot repeatedly, throwing her into climax as her cum coated your hand.

She squealed and moaned through her orgasm before gripping your shoulder harder. Her pants were heavy and fast as she came down, vision once again returning to see you release her tit with an exaggerated pop sound. Immediately after sex she became shy and almost embarrassed, the lewd sound making her cheeks redden. She looked away for a moment and got herself together a bit, skirt being pulled back down over her now bare ass. Though she went without buttoning her top, chest far too sensitive now to confine it behind cotton. It was in moments like these she was happy your shared house was connected to the flower shop. That bath sounded like heaven now as you moved to follow her, only being starkly reminded of the toy still inside of you after you stood. Ino turned around and laughed at you, her playful nature back in full force again. You couldn't wait to do this again.

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the-silentium · 4 years

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Folded messages

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 4900 words

Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, swearing.

Requested by: Anon

Hello!! I just recently read you 11 Five fic and I have to say it was incredible. I have no words to describe it, your writing is so good💖💖 with that, I was wondering if you did fics based on songs, if you do, would you mind doing a 5xreader based on “sway with me” by Micheal Buble? Idk what the plot could be, maybe they are in a mission from commission and have to go to a fancy ballroom. Maybe they are enemies. Maybe reader pulls him to dance around S2. The choices are endless, go crazy :”)

A/N: Finally I found time to write! I've had insomnia for too long because I couldn't write! Damn day job!

On a better note, I really hope you guys like this little piece of fluff 💜 I swear, this started as a small idea and then it just got bigger and bigger. Sorry not sorry!

Was it even possible? The prospect of falling in love for someone of his nature was almost as high as his targets' survival rate. He wasn't an emotional man, his feelings were deeply buried in the depth of his heavily guarded heart, locked away in a three inches thick chest that was itself hidden in an impossible maze where traumas and demons were furiously protecting the paths.

Add this to the fact that he never saw her, not even once, the only proof of her existence being the small animals made of colorful folded paper that appears in his jacket pockets whenever he crossed her path, the possibilities of developing such feelings were in no way probable. The origami aside, the woman seemingly took pleasure in throwing wrenches into his work. He was asked to assassinate a brilliant inventor who was getting too close to discovering the secrets of time-traveling? It would have been an easy job if it wasn’t that every single bullet he had in his possession suddenly disappeared, forcing him to finish the job with his knife.

There was another time, he was tasked with the termination of a group of people meeting in the back of a bar, his guns were loaded, his knives were sharpened, he was full of juice, there was no way that this job would take more than one minute and forty-three seconds. He made his way to the door leading to the room hosting his targets when he noticed a small dark purple llama on the door handle. He pocketed the folded piece of paper for later and tried the handle to find out that it wouldn't even turn on itself. The assassin rolled his eyes at the futile attempt to keep him from completing his mission, he closed his hands into fists but his ability decided to fail at this right moment.

The door behind him closed on a loud banging noise, a delicate click following closely behind, indicating that the door was locked from the other side. Five remembers it clear as day, the moment he knew he had found his equal. He heard you giggling lightly on the other side of the door and his heart started speeding up. Not in anger, not in annoyance nor in embarrassment. He couldn't say what it was, but he knew for sure that he wanted more of it.

It happened four times, you making his job more challenging and him receiving a small gift before Five decided to do some research. In a box carefully concealed under the double bottom of his drawer were stored every paper animal he found during his missions along with books about origami and colors.

An olive green and lavender cat, a dark blue dragon, an orange fish and a dark purple llama were now aligned on his desk in order of acquisition. The different books were opened on different pages and then Five started his information gathering. He scribbled in his notebook the different significance associated to each color and animal and an hour and a half later, he was contemplating his findings.

The cat was a symbol of independence and mystery among other things. Its olive-green body with the patches of lavender told him that the first gift was, in fact, a peace offering from a feminine person. Her very own olive branch that he took long enough to decipher.

Then there was the dragon, symbol of power, wisdom, mastery and success. The dark shade of blue told him that the dragon was full of knowledge, power and seriousness. He frowned, thinking and slightly hoping that maybe this was how she saw him.

He didn't know what to think of the orange fish. Happiness, freedom and energy. He couldn't relate to this one, having not been free for many years now as stipulated by his contract with the Commission. He was a slave, used for his ability and his will to do everything to survive one more day and save his family from their imminent doom.

Maybe the fish was a reference to yourself. This was the only explanation he could find. You were a young adult from what he deduced of your giggles and were pretty happy and free if the folded paper was anything to go by.

The last gift proved that Five's theory stipulating that every origami was a metaphor about yourself and himself was correct.

A dark purple llama. An animal representing hard work, endurance under difficult situations and responsibility. His heart accelerated at the possibility that you knew that he was trying to buy some time and betray his employer sooner than later. Would you rat him out? He really hoped that the olive cat meant that you were on his side and not against him, he would really hate to put an end to the warm feeling dancing in his chest whenever he realized that you were around and ready to play a trick on him.

Now if he followed your logic, the next one he will receive will say more about yourself and he couldn't wait to be assigned to another mission so that he had a chance to learn more about you or even possibly see you. You, his little time traveler. Five had thought about this for the longest of time and he came to the conclusion that you were indeed a time traveler. The Commission kept very close control over their briefcase so there was no way that you had one in your possession, he would know, after all, he checked the lost briefcases records and they were all reported destroyed.

To his dismay, his next mission was uneventful. He got in and got out. No hiccup, no paper animal. Nothing. It went like this for his next six missions and with every passing success, Five found himself getting irritated. Every night he found himself chasing your shadow in his dreams and every time you managed to evade his attempts at catching you. One morning when even his first coffee of the day wasn't enough to ease his frustration, he thought of a plan that would allow him to finally see you.

To avoid making his kills personal, Five always prioritized a long-range way to kill, meaning with guns. Guns had a way to remove all responsibilities off his shoulder and lighten his soul at the end of the day. He had enough demons consuming more and more of his conscience on a daily basis, he definitely could do without this kind of remorse. Sure, he was the one who pulled the trigger, but ultimately, it was the bullet that killed the target, not his hands.

But tonight, Five decided that he would complete his mission with the idea that you were around. If you were, then he would finally meet you. If not, he would need something strong to accompany his coffee. Whiskey maybe.

He abandoned his prized sniper in the deserted building next to the one his target was currently dancing in and made his way to a back door. There he space-jumped inside the building and quickly blended himself with the crowd. He found himself straightening his suit in the case you were around and made his way to the bar.

A glass of whiskey in hand, Five turned his back to the counter and analyzed the crowd in search of his wealthy bastard who was enjoying his very last evening on this Earth. There he was, dancing around, totally unconcerned of the people around him.

Unconsciously, Five reached into his pockets where the gifts usually appeared out of thin air, his fingers searching around as they did a hundred times before but ultimately finding nothing. With a frustrated groan, Five grabbed his glass, emptied its content in one gulp, smashed the glass back on the counter and pushed his way to his target. Another night without your little schemes meaning another night chasing your shadow in his sleep. If this was how the night would unfold, then he wanted to finish this quickly.

Five's hand reached for his target, grabbed a hold of his upper arm and pulled him in a nearby hallway before jumping the both of them in the nearby abandoned building where his weapons were patiently waiting for him.

Five turned around to face his target, knife in hand and ready to strike when his breath caught in his throat and every muscle in his body contracted, stopping every movement. Where his prey stood mere milliseconds ago was now an elegant woman in a beautiful gown, all smile and giggling at his reaction. He knew it was you the second he heard your giggles, causing his heart to skip a beat and his fingers to let go of the sharp weapon.

He stopped himself from moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear, instead choosing to release his grip on your arm and take a step away. You were too beautiful, so much more beautiful than what he imagined, with your shining eyes, your soft-looking hair, your perfectly curved body, he tried to burn every detail into his memory.

"Dance with me?" You asked, closing the distance and reaching for his hand. Your movement got him out of his thoughts and everything came back full force. The mischievous glint into your eyes caused a smirk to form on his lips.

"You just want to keep me from my job." And you were doing a magnificent job at it.

"Is it working?" You batted your eyelashes in an innocent way, making Five roll his eyes before he positioned your hands correctly and pull your body so that you were almost touching each other.

You smiled in satisfaction, following his steps flawlessly on a tempo only he could hear. The blue-eyed man enjoyed the silent minute, savoring the feeling of your soft skin cradled into his palm and the warmth of your waist radiating through the fabric under his opposite hand. The comfortable silence was soon replaced by a soft song playing in the background, stopping Five in his tracks and almost causing you to fall if it wasn’t for his strong arms keeping you up and close.

Five eyes finally left your face and widened at the new scenery surrounding him. The once dusty floor was now pristine and exempt of all the trash and needles that were once lingering around, the tagged walls were perfectly painted in a new shade of light grey, giving the room a nice glow under the gleam of the light strings hanging from the ceiling.

Five didn’t know his mouth had opened in awe before you chuckled and your hand left his shoulder to caress his chin, effectively causing him to close it.

"I take it that you like it?" Your eyes were shining under the soft lights and the pride he saw in them almost got a smile out of him.

"You made this?" He was still stunned about the complete makeover of the room. Even the lingering moldy smell disappeared, letting a pleasant smell floating around in its place.

"You’re not the first one the Commission took a liking to, ya know. I’m kinda like an illusionist, but my stuff is the real deal. They saw my potential and offered me a job, which I refused and they’ve been on my tail ever since." You shrugged, replacing your hand at its rightful place on his shoulder.

Five was truly amazed by the woman standing in front of him. Her ability had so many possibilities and she managed to escape the Commission for seemingly a long time. Add this to the fact that she can time-travel and play tricks on the best assassin this planet has ever seen, Five has never been so interested in someone like that before, not even Dolores who has been his everything for many years.

"I can see why they were interested in you." He resumed his dancing, this time following the rhythm of the soft music playing around them. "Having two abilities is pretty rare."

You shook your head, before clarifying. "I only have one. I don't know where you get the second one from." You frowned in confusion, which reflected on his own face.

"But you time-travel." He remembered finding the folded fish in the 1800s, the dragon around the 1950s and today was September 23th, 1987.

"Yeah, the same way as you. With a briefcase." You nodded toward the black briefcase neatly placed near the window. Five only got more and more confused.

"But they were all dest-" He cut himself at your cheeky grin. "You created your very own. Impressive."

"Thank you." You were beaming at that point and Five felt proud that he was the source of your happiness.

The slow song ended but neither of you stopped moving your feet in unison. Five was enjoying himself like never before and he wasn't in a hurry to end it. The corner of his lips quirked upward when he realized that you pressed yourself against him when the song ended, your way of saying that you didn't want this to end either.

You silently danced the second song in its entirety, living every second like everything would disappear at any moment. Five was scared that this was a one night deal and that he would never see you again. Why did you reveal yourself tonight of any other night?

Before he gathered the courage to ask you, the song reached its end and a completely different kind of music floated in the air.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Five pulled away slightly, not much, only to be able to see the sheepish smile on your lips. "I love this song." Was your only answer to his frowned brows.

Five laughed softly before stepping away and made you spin. He pulled you back to him, your melodious laugh bouncing around him like the greatest melody ever written.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

It was clear that neither of you knew how to dance on this song, but you didn't care. You were both moving around freely, Five making you spin from time to time.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak

Five's heart was beating quickly, not because of the physical exercise, he was trained to accomplish way more than dancing without breaking a sweat, but because the sight of your delighted face stroked something deep within himself. A primal need. The need of a life partner. Someone who he could trust blindly and love without holding back.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

A too-quick step made you trip on your own feet, in an attempt to keep you on your feet Five reached for your arms but it was already too late. Instead of helping, Five only unbalanced you more leading you to fall to the ground and drag the man with you. Thanks to his sharp reflexes, Five caught himself on his forearms before he crushed your small form under his larger one.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

For a moment the assassin's heart stopped in fear. He hasn't felt afraid in years and it definitely wasn't a feeling he had missed. Your laugh flicked a switch in his heart, making it beat again in an erratic rhythm that he was almost embarrassed of. He guessed that if feeling that good meant that sometimes he was going to be afraid, it wasn't a big deal. He could deal with his fears if at the end of the day you were fine and happy in his arms.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

"I'm so sorry Five!" You managed to say after catching your breath. Tears rolled from your eyes and into your hair, the reflection of the lights above creating stars in your eyes.

"It's fine." Was all he could say, for his brain had stopped working when he realized that only a couple of centimeters separated the two of you. His body started heating up to his dismay, Five pushed on his arms and sit on his heels to help you sit up.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Hold me close, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

"Thanks." You muttered while passing a hand through your messy hair.

The sound of a metallic object falling on the ground made you jump. Five frowned, confused as to why the Commission would send him another assignment right now and not wait until his return.

"What was that?" You whispered.

"My employer." He was beyond annoyed by the interruption. They couldn't have chosen a worse time than tonight.

Offering you a helping hand, Five got up and helped you when your hand closed on his. He couldn't stop himself, he enlaced his fingers through yours, the tightness of your grip made him chuckle.

"Don't worry, they are not here." He lightly hit the wall near the window with the underside of his fist, searching for a spot on the wall that wasn't hollow. When he found it, he searched for the dissimulated door and took the canister with his name written on it.

Releasing your hand, Five opened the canister, took the folded paper and read the words. Terminate Y/N L/N. How was he supposed to terminate someone he didn't even know? This job was so frustrating! He folded back the paper, storing it in his pants pocket. This would have to wait. He turned back to you and the sight bring a genuine smile to his lips.

You were smiling at something outside the window, the light of the moon joined to the string lights gave you an angelic glow. He would have loved to contemplate you longer, but duty called and he now had two targets instead of one.

"I have to go." He didn't dare say it too loud, maybe time would stop and let him live this perfect night for all eternity.

You turned around with a small smile on your lips. He could see that you were disappointed even though you nodded like it was nothing. "Well, tonight couldn't go on forever." You walked up to him, with each one of your steps Five felt himself growing weak in the knees. Oh how he didn't want to go. "It's fine. I'll find you again." At that, you tenderly reached for his cheek while your lips pressed a delicate kiss on the other one, stealing his breath.

You giggled, surely at the blush covering his cheeks and walked away, the illusion fading along with your steps. Just as you were about to walk down the stairs, Five remembered something.

"Wait! I didn't get your name!" He quickly space-jumped in front of you to block your path.

"Y/N L/N." Her smile dropped when a dark expression fell on his face. Even if he tried, he couldn’t have repressed it, the surprise and the anger were too much.

"You have to leave." He didn’t know how they found her, he always made sure he didn’t have any bug on himself before going on a mission.

"N-not that I wasn’t doing that anyway, but w-why the long face?" His fingers twitched at the waver in your voice. It wasn’t his intention to scare you, even less to scare you off.

"The Commission knows you’re here. I don't know how, but they know." Five was starting to get tired of them pretty quickly. Maybe one day he would get out of there with explosions resonating through the hallways. Maybe he could use grenades. Yeah, grenades were good.

You started to walk down the stairs when you stopped and turned to him, one last time. "Be careful."

Five smirked although your concern was touching. "I should be the one telling you that."

With one last giggle, you walked out of his sight. Five returned to his very first task of the night, took place at his spot by the window and finished the initial job.

Back at the Commission that night, Five removed his jacket, eager to go to bed and find himself dancing in your arms again to the sound of soft slow music. A sound caught his attention when he threw his jacket on the back of his chair, the sound of crumbling paper.

His hands searched his pocket, grabbing the grey fox that somehow found its way into his jacket without him noticing. A smile stretched his lips before he carefully slipped the fox under his pillow and went to bed.

A whole year passed before the next animal appeared in his pocket. As frustrated as he was of being away from you for a whole year, Five knew why this was necessary. The Commission was close on your tail. Apparently, he wasn't the only agent tasked of your termination and some got lucky enough to find your location but not enough to hurt you.

The whole year he kept tabs on the Commission's information on you and kept worrying that someday he would find a red stamp crossing out your picture. As of today, his worst nightmare hasn't yet come true, so he pushed his worry aside and continued his job.

He assembled his sniper, preparing himself to kill the president of the United States in 1963 when something hit him in the head. It didn't hurt or anything, it was light as a leaf. Frowning, Five pulled away from the scope of his weapon to discover a brown frog made of folded paper lying on the ground next to his feet.

Receiving one of your signature gift after all that time caused his heart to skyrocket in his chest. All those feelings he had repressed, fearing that one day you would be gone for good and that he would definitely be alone in this cruel world, came rushing back at full speed, making him drop his gun and look around for you.

You weren't far, waving at him with a tired smile on your face, dark shadows marking the underside of your eyes. He didn't take the time to run, simply jumping to you and engulfing your body into his arms.

Many times he thought about how much he had fallen for you after only one dancing night and five tricks followed by origamis. If it were someone else, he would have told them that they were being stupidly influenced by their primal urges that forced them to find a partner and procreate, for this was the circle of life since the dawn of time. In his case, he knew it was much more than that. It was more important to him than a need to procreate. He had found his equal, someone that sparked an insatiable interest in him and showed him that there was way more in this life than what he originally knew.

Five tensed as soon as he heard the first sobs. Immediately he started to scan your body for wounds or blood, anything to show that you were hurt. However, his analysis was cut short by both your hands cradling his cheeks.

"I'm fine. I'm just real' tired and I'm so happy to see you." Your arms wrapped around his neck forcing Five to hug your body closer. Not that he minded.

He whispered words of reassurance into your hair while thinking of what to do next. You couldn't keep fleeing the Commission alone, not in your state. They would catch up to you in no time and he couldn't have that. He couldn't say that he killed you to get them off your back, the higher-ups would request physical proof of your death. It only left him with his last resort. He would have liked to find the good variable, but time was against him so he would have to deal with it.

"I have a plan, don't worry." He dried her tears with his thumb when she lifted her head to look into his eyes. "I'll get us out of here."

You managed a smile before chuckling. "I know. Why do you think I gave you a brown frog? A frog to ensure a safe return of your journey and brown for home."

Five shook his head, once again amazed at how perfectly you could read him despite everyone else describing him as unpredictable.

He grabbed your hands in his, mentally reciting the equation he passed the last 45 years developing. Before the portal appeared, Five stopped everything in a hurry, scaring the shit out of you. He let go of your hands for two seconds, enough time for him to run back at his sniper, grab the brown frog and run back at you. You rolled your eyes when he secured the frog in his jacket pocket, quickly saying that it has sentimental value, before concentrating on the portal again.

The blue vortex appeared, its power pushing them away. It took every ounce of strength into Five's body to pull you with him through the portal, your weakened state left you helpless in front of the blue resistance.

Five did his best to catch you during the fall, your body falling directly on top of his, stealing his breath for a moment.

You managed to roll off of him, allowing him to take a nice bowl of air to fill his lungs. He made it. You weren't 100% safe, but he could have help now. He cou-

"Five." The worry in your voice along with your hand closing tightly on his forearm pushed him to sit up quickly and find the source of the danger. He understood your reaction when his eyes fell on his siblings who looked like hell.

"You guys didn't change one bit." He deadpanned. His usual unimpressed face was back in service at the gaping fish-like faces of his siblings.

"We should be the one telling you that. You haven't aged at all!" Klaus yelled, his outstretched arms moving up and down in his direction.

Confused, Five glanced at his body and realization hit him like a brick. He knew something wasn't right!

Your repressed giggles caught his attention, he found your 13 years old body, a hand on your mouth desperately trying to keep a full-on laugh in. He couldn't help but notice how much more tired you looked in your younger self.

"It's not funny." Was all he said before he spacial-jumped the two of you to his old bedroom. There he guided you to the bed where he helped you get under the covers and watched you get comfortable.

"It is funny." Five scoffed and went to the door, knowing his siblings were gathered behind it and very probably listening to their conversation. He hit the door with his foot and as expected, Klaus yelled in pain, complaining about his hurting ear.

"I'll be downstairs to talk in a few minutes so get lost." He told them through the door. He was awarded by some angry muttering and finally, fading footsteps.

He walked back to your side when he was sure that everyone went on their merry way, sitting on the nearby chair with your hand in his.

"You need to rest. You'll be safe here." He kissed your hand at your tired smile. "I'll stay until you fall asleep, that okay?" You nodded, already your eyelids seemed pretty heavy.

"I missed you Five."

You were out in less than two minutes, your breathing became deeper and slower, your facial muscles relaxed and your mouth opened slightly allowing Five to hear your even respiration.

The boy didn't notice exactly when it happened, but the demons were now silent and the traumas shrank in size, forming a clear path toward the center of the maze that was his heart. There, the three inches thick chest that was protecting his feelings was now wide open, strings were delicately wrapped around them, not too tight as to not suffocate them, but with just enough contact so that he could permanently feel her affection enveloping him.

"I missed you too."

[A/N] This passed SO close to having an angsty ending! So close! I figured you guys had enough angst with 11 already… and the part 2 that's coming next.

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Let It Snow Chapter 4/4: Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 7,051

Warnings: Smut, dubcon situations, emotional manipulation, more breeding talk/pregnancy fetish, come marking, oral sex, ABO dynamics and the nasty fetishes that come with it basically

Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

A/N: So yeah this was all supposed to be a Christmas fic or at the very least a winter fic but now it’s April so, idk? Lol at least it’s finished, thanks for sticking with me through it. I may write an epilogue but I don’t want to promise anything because I basically have no motivation/time to write these days. Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think!

It was around midnight when Steve awoke, restless, his heart in a flurry about finally having a mate.

Steve traced the lines of her face as she slept, gazing at her with so much love in his heart that it ached like a blow to his chest during combat. She would learn to love him, and she would come to accept their bond. All would come together in time, especially once she was carrying his child, which he intended for her to be by the time her heat concluded.

Since she had passed out after their first mating, Steve had waited for his knot to go down, and then he cleaned himself up and prepared a few meals for when she woke up. He had also ventured out into the shed out back for more firewood before it got too dark. There was a good foot of snow now and even if Steve wanted to drive them home in this blizzard, he knew it would be dangerous—even with the truck.

Good thing Steve was in no rush to get back to the city. Not with a needy Omega upstairs waiting for him.

Her hormones and scent had flooded the entire house now, almost to the point of making him dizzy. As soon as he situated the firewood by the fireplace, he turned back to her, undressed, and crawled back in their nest to lay with her. He was able to sleep for quite a while before he woke up, his Alpha yearning for her so much that it resounded deep in his chest, a constant thrum like an orchestra playing a symphony crafted specifically for them, for their love.

Now there was a flicker of anxious energy, the brass instruments of their orchestra buzzing around in his mind. It presented with the urge to claim her again, to make her his in every way possible. It had been too long since he’d had her, and he needed her, needed to reinforce his ownership of her. She seemed to feel it too, shifting in her sleep, her brow furrowing, lips turning into a pout.

While he didn’t want to wake her up, he could still assert his love for her even while she slept. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

So he began to scent her, rubbing his face on her scent glands, rutting his cock against her thigh and hips and stomach to mark her with his musk even more. One hand trailed down between her legs, where she was leaking his semen, and he pushed it deeper into her cunt with a few thrusts of his fingers.

He kneeled above her then, fisting his cock with the same hand, covering himself in both of their juices, pulling himself off with quick, efficient strokes for one purpose only—to mark her in his come. It wouldn’t be wasteful—the serum allowed him to create copious amounts of sperm, as well as regenerate it quicker than a normal Alpha, so he had plenty more to give her once he fucked her again.

But he needed to mark her in his seed, like a proper Alpha should. It would help her through her heat, help her body come to terms with their bond, with his ownership over her.

Just the thought of his cock knotted deep inside her, filling her up again—it brought him over the edge, and he spilled himself onto her stomach and thighs, countless white stripes across her smooth flesh, glistening in the firelight.

One of his strong hands came down to massage it into her skin, working at it until her skin was sticky and slippery and coated in his essence. He spread his come over her belly, up over her breasts, palming across her bonding glands to wipe his scent on them, and then down to her cunt, where she was visibly glistening with a mixture of his come and her own slick, her body already aroused from her heat, from his scent, from their bond.

He was still hard, his erection having never flagged once since their last knotting, and still antsy on top of that. This time, he wanted her to present for him, but she was still fast asleep and he didn’t want to wake her. His poor Omega was exhausted, and she would need her sleep.

Pushing her body onto her side, he laid down on the bed behind her and maneuvered her knee up and back over his thigh, his own leg thick and imposing stuck between hers. His cock slipped in easily, and he took it slow, rocking her back and forth as he fucked her, almost leisurely, taking his time to caress and kiss every part of her that he could reach.

As soon as he was inside of her, the music in their bond mellowed out into a soothing melody, and she relaxed into him, sleeping soundly now that he was in his proper place.

His hands slid over her abdomen, cupping it in one large hand, and he imagined how she would swell for him, his pups. She would grow so round, the skin taut against her belly, stretch marks decorating it like a painting of Steve’s ownership of her. He would worship her, rub lotion on her stomach, give her kisses all over, every single day.

Then he brought his hand up to her breasts, pinching at her nipples until she was squirming in her sleep. He couldn’t wait for them to grow along with her belly, engorged with milk, sometimes so swollen and painful that his sweet Omega would beg for him to help relieve some of her discomfort when the pups couldn’t. And he would oblige her with delight, happy to do such a service for his love.

Sharp teeth sought out her scent gland, which was swollen and red from his earlier marking of her. As he licked at it, cleaning the dried blood off, and sucked softly to stimulate more blood flow, he felt their bond sparking in his chest, sharp percussion tapping along his nerves, an electrical fire hot wiring his heart alive. Burying his face in her hair at the nape of her neck, he reveled in the feel of her warmth around him, her smell fogging up his brain. She felt like home, so warm and natural and comfortable, his mind completely at ease now that he was bonded with her.

“Sweet, sweet Omega,” he whispered against her neck, digging his nose into her scent gland, smelling the hot swirling tendrils of their bond. He was barely thrusting inside her at this point, more so rocking a gentle rhythm with his hips, basking in the slick heat of her around his cock. “What did I do to deserve you?”

She whimpered, the first crack in the shelter of her dreams, but he continued his slow tempo, his soft touches on her belly and breasts and hips, wanting to ease her into wakefulness, gentle, loving.

Her brain had other ideas, startling awake at once, alert and on edge at the feel of someone in her nest, someone she wasn’t prepared for fucking her awake. She jolted in his arms, and he could immediately smell it on her, the fear and anxiety and confusion, all overlaid by the residual desire from her heat. For a moment, she struggled against him, and Steve slid his hand up her collarbone to cup her throat, using a secure hold to press her against his body.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, then lapped at her bond mark again. “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’ve got you—”

“Steve?” she asked, voice thick in her throat, confusion increasing with her resistance as she tried to remember what happened. It tugged at their bond, harsh and unpleasant, and Steve scraped his teeth against the bond mark to spark the memory of it in her. It worked—she shuddered against him, the mixture of his hand on her throat and his pheromones flooding her senses forcing her to relax into him despite the uncertainty still lingering in the back of her mind. The presence of a strong Alpha taking care of her willed her body into submission, and he purred against her.

“Good girl,” he cooed, fucking into her with more force now that she was awake. She keened, clawing at his hand as it gradually placed more pressure on her throat.

“Alpha!” she squeaked, hips pushing back into him.

“Let me have your body, sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling out and turning over so she was flat on her stomach. “Be a good Omega and present for me.”

He adjusted their bodies so he was kneeling behind her, and she readily went up onto her knees, her head tucked into her arms to support her neck. For a moment, Steve admired the sight of her presenting for him, the slope of her back, the width of her hips, the shine of her cunt as it glistened up at him.

“Steve, Alpha, please,” she begged, heat peaking again without a cock inside her to appease her. As she tried to push her hips back, Steve held her still, wanting to take this at his own pace—although he loved it when she begged.

“Now, now, Omega,” he said, patting her ass firmly. “Your Alpha knows best. Trust me.”

She whined, and he could see her body tremble with anticipation when he ran the tip of his cock through her slick, but she didn’t say anything else. Satisfied that he had her submission in his pocket, he pressed in slowly, making her feel every inch of him as he penetrated her. Her whine tapered off into a shuddering moan, and it became almost a sob as he bottomed out deep inside of her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she began to chant as he began to fuck her fast, his hips slapping against hers and echoing around the bare room. He admired her from behind, the arch of her back, her hands clawing at the pillows. Running his hands over the swell of her hips, her ass, he drew one hand back and spanked her with enough force to have her gasp and cry out into the mattress.

He kneaded her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and staring at his cock pistoning in and out of her. Their combined liquids frothed at her entrance, all around his cock, from the speed at which he fucked her, and he couldn’t help but to run his thumb across where they were joined, collecting the liquid, and then lean forward and shove his finger in her mouth.

She moaned around it and eagerly sucked it off, and Steve almost came right there from her blind heat-induced enthusiasm.

He changed his pace, now deep and slow, taking his time to feel every part of her. He was so deep inside of her and as he supported himself with one arm, he brought the other down to her stomach, cupping it and feeling her, imagining the day it would swell for him. She would make such a pretty little mommy, so sweet and perfect, making the perfect home for them, for their family.

Her whimpers filled the space, turning into high pitched moans as she lost herself again to the pleasure he graced her with.

“You love this, don’t you sweetheart?” he growled in her ear. She nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied with that. “Tell me, Omega,” he commanded her, voice deep. “Tell me what you feel.”

The first few sounds to come out of her mouth when she opened it to respond were not coherent words, but punched out moans as Steve fucked into her harder. “Oh, oh, God—” she cried, but settled down as Steve repeated his command directly into her ear, using a deeper Alpha voice, the voice of the Captain, one she couldn’t help but obey. “You’re—” she gulped down a moan, “So, so big… So big inside me, and deep, Alpha. So, so good—" Her words trailed off in a whimper. “Want your knot, please, Alpha, please—”

Steve grunted into her ear, his body practically flattening hers to the mattress as he fucked her harder, the urge to knot her too strong. He brought his hand down to rub at her clit, fingers sliding easily against her skin from all of her slick. “Love it when you beg me, baby, love you so much—”

“Alpha, Alpha—need your knot—”

“Tell me you love my knot Omega, tell me you love it—”

“Love it so much—need it—need you—” Her voice weakened to a squeal as her orgasm consumed her, burying her face into the pillow and shuddering underneath Steve’s hulking frame.

At the feeling of her cunt squeezing so tight around him, Steve roared out his orgasm, his knot swelling into place and locking them together, coming so deep inside her that he could feel her cervix pressed up against the head of his cock, everything so sensitive and soft inside.

“That’s right, sweet Omega,” he cooed, grinding his cock inside of her and grinning as she mewled, “So deep inside you, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

She nodded and whimpered again, soft little sounds coming from her throat. Steve flattened his body over hers, providing a calming presence, sucking and licking at their bond until she shifted under him, at which point he turned them back to their sides and cuddled her against him with strong arms.

“Love you so much,” he whispered in her ear. She was still dizzy with pleasure, his knot pressing against her in all the right ways every time he pressed his hips into hers. He could feel her happiness and wholeness in their bond, the way she ached from how good it felt, the fogginess in her mind that remained from her orgasm.

Her heat was sated for the time being, and Steve allowed her to doze until his knot went down. At that point, he fetched some food and water for her, and when he came back into the bedroom, he roused her awake with a gentle tone. It was late and she was tired, but she needed to eat something and drink water before she went back to sleep.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, sitting her up and leaning her against his chest. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, but he nudged her head up and encouraged her to drink from a water bottle. “Just a little more, honey—that’s right, that’s a good girl,” he cooed as she finished the bottle.

Based on how delirious she was, he had decided that the soup would be too messy for her to try and eat, so he fed her small bits of finger foods—dried berries, chunks of hard meat and cheese, and crackers. He hand fed her small bites and made sure she chewed them properly, letting her suckle the remnants from his fingers until she was too exhausted to eat any more.

At that point, he let her snuggle into his chest as she fell into a deep sleep, one that lasted throughout the night.

Steve awoke before her the next morning. He got up to shower, eat, and rebuild the fire, which he had tended to several times in the night. Luckily she hadn’t woken up anymore, and although he loved being inside of her, he knew she needed all the energy she could get for the coming days.

He didn’t bother putting any clothes back on, which paid off when he came back into the master bedroom to see his sweet Omega writhing in their nest, a hand between her legs. He had heard her moans coming up the stairs, but he hadn’t expected such a sight, her hair sticking to her face, glistening with sweat, her other hand clutching the pillow beside her.

“Oh, Omega,” he groaned, his hand coming down to run over his cock, already hard just at her scent, before cupping his sac in his large palm. “My sweet, sweet Omega.”

Their eyes met and she shot up, eyes focused on his cock. “Alpha,” she whispered, high and needy. “Need you, please—”

He chuckled and stroked his fist up his cock. In the back of his mind, he wondered how desperate she was for his knot, what she would do for it.

“Come and get it then, sweetheart.”

She wasted no time crawling over to him, sitting at his feet. There was a frenzied look in her eyes, a sort of wild gaze as she gave herself over to her animal instinct. “Alpha—” she mumbled, but her plea was cut short as he took a fistful of her hair and shoved her face forward onto his cock.

He didn’t enter her mouth, but instead he forced her face to rub against the skin, nose and cheeks rubbing against the skin, lips right at his balls. She moaned aloud, the animalistic display of Alpha affection going straight through her. Through their bond, he could feel her arousal grow stronger. He scented her like this, his musk all over her skin and lips until her mouth was watering and she was mouthing at his balls, yearning for his cock in her pussy.

By the time he took mercy on her and crouched down, she was dripping onto the floor. She practically threw herself on him when he finally kneeled down next to her, knocking him on his ass and tossing her arms around his neck.

She wiggled around in his arms until she was straddling his thigh, pressing her body up against his chest. “Alpha,” she whined, grappling at his neck and chest. Her eyes were glazed over again, mind fogging with the urgency of her heat. “Alpha, please, need your knot, please, I’ll do anything—”

Well, Steve really couldn’t resist it when she begged so sweet for him.

He fucked her right there on the hardwood floor, pure animal instinct, growling and rutting and locking his teeth into her neck as he came, breaking the skin once more and sending her deep into the clouds, her mind dizzy and drugged with pleasure.

Over the next two days, she was so consumed with her heat that he could barely get her to eat or drink anything between their intense sessions of fucking and knotting. As soon as he knotted her, she would be in a sleepy daze until her heat consumed her body again, turning her into a sex-starved maniac. There were several times that he had to force her to consume food or water as his knot was still inside, plugging her up with so much of his seed that he didn’t think there would be room for anything else. Sometimes he had to force her to sleep, too, rather than continue fucking her after his knot went down. Most of the time, the only way she could even fall asleep was with his knot lodged inside of her.

He was a good Alpha, taking good care of her during her heat. It filled him with satisfaction to hear her purring as she fell asleep, belly full of food, pussy full of his knot, completely and thoroughly sated until another wave of her heat woke her up. He kept her warm with the fire, kept her cozy in her nest, and he was there for her whenever she needed him to fuck her. He always knew what she needed before she needed it, anticipating every thought and urge she had, memorizing her mind like the words to a song.

Their bond was strong. He could feel her through it so clearly, and he was sure she could feel him just as well, feel his love for her, his adoration.

Steve couldn’t wait until she was all his. His kept woman, his sweet Omega, barefoot and pregnant, devoted to him and his family. Their family.

On the third day after her heat began, she slowly came back to her senses as the crippling need ebbed away.

“Steve,” she croaked sometime after his knot had gone down. She had been laying against his chest, not quite asleep, and he could feel the haze clear a little bit through their bond. Her heat was still there, he could smell it, but it was waning now.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered, tightening his grip on her, placing a kiss on her head. She stiffened in his arms and that sour scent of confusion crept back up into their bond.

She sat up, gathering the sheet against her chest. “What—” For a long moment she was silent as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. The rumpled blankets on the air mattress, her clothes abandoned on the floor, the stack of newspapers Steve had been keeping himself occupied with when she wasn’t begging for his cock. Then she looked to Steve, eyebrows furrowed, a frown on her face. “Steve—" Her voice was hoarse, and she cleared her throat although it didn’t help much. “What day is it?”

“It’s Monday, darling,” he answered, purposefully keeping his voice even and quiet, trying to exude as much of a calming aura as possible. He could feel the turbulence on their bond, the ripples from her end as she questioned it. He wasn’t pleased at the sudden dissonance, but he also wasn’t surprised by it.

“And—and—my heat—”

“You’ve been delirious with it all weekend,” he informed her.

“All… all weekend?” He nodded and reached for her, but she pulled away. Fingers shaking, she brought her hand up to feel the skin at her neck, the inflamed gland still tender from Steve’s bite. “And you… you m-mated me…”

There had been so many reactions of hers that Steve had anticipated, so many plans he had in his head depending on her reply, and he had practiced so many different ways to respond to the feelings she felt now. He knew, from their bond, that she was confused, conflicted, saddened, angry.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed, understanding laced through his tone, just shy of condescending. “You wanted me to, remember? You begged me to bite you.”

She frowned, a lost little look on her face that made Steve want to gather her in his arms and kiss her. “That’s not true,” she whispered, “I didn’t do that… Did I?”

Of course, it wasn’t true—she didn’t beg for it, but she clearly was missing a few memories from the last few days, so Steve was going to roll with it.

“You did,” he lied, his tone steady and sure. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she shivered from the touch. “You asked so sweet, too, when you begged me for my mark—"

She jerked away from him. “But Steve,” she hissed, eyes filling with tears as she glared at him, “Obviously I couldn’t really consent to that! To any of this! I was under the influence of my heat!”

A frown fell over Steve’s face, and his hand fell back to his side. He let that feeling sit on their bond—hurt, sadness. She could feel it, he knew, from the way she shuddered. His voice was low when he next spoke, eyes downcast. “So… you didn’t want me to mate you?”

“N-no—”

“You don’t want to be my Omega?”

“Steve,” she whimpered, feeling the tug of their bond in her heart, the primal urge to submit to him despite her reluctance. The bond was not to be underestimated—it tied them both to each other, and no matter if she wanted it or not, it was there. Steve was utterly devoted to her, and that could be felt in every pulse of the bond, overpowering her aversion to it.

And she was a sensitive girl, too—so sweet and empathetic, never wanting to hurt anyone. The first time she said no to a date with him, she told him how bad she felt, how she didn’t want to let him down, but she couldn’t compromise the project. Now, she could clearly feel his love for her. She could feel his devotion. And she could feel his pain, too, he knew, and he could tell it was hurting her just as much as it hurt him.

He would simply have to convince her that it was the right thing for them, that it was meant to be. And, well, if she continued to reject him, reject their bond—he had a plan for that contingency, too.

Steve sat up opposite of her, taking her hands in his and forcing her to look at him. “Sweetheart, I know you’re not sure about this,” he began, pouring as much sincerity into his words as possible. “But I wanted this before it happened. I wanted to be with you before we came up here—and I know you wanted me, too.”

“No, Steve,” she shook her head.

“You didn’t want me? Can you honestly say that?”

“Steve—”

“No, you need to be honest with me, sweetheart. Because I don’t think I was imagining it. The lunch dates, the little baked treats?” He held on tighter to her hands as she tried to pull away, shaking her head. Tears fell down her cheeks but he could feel her emotions sparking in their bond—her guilt, yes, and her frustration, but also her fondness for him. “That time we went to Prospect Park and I bored you to death with all that stuff about the Grand Army Plaza? And then you fed your popcorn to the squirrels—and God, the way you laughed, the way you smiled. It was so precious.”

“But Steve—” He could feel the pain she felt as he overwhelmed her with sweet words. He could feel her warring with herself to give into the bond she never wanted. It was exactly where he wanted her.

“And that time you showed me all of your favorite places around Brooklyn, and I told you about how everything had changed since my time. You were so excited about it all, and then you got real sad, nostalgic. I knew then that you were perfect for me.” He lowered his voice, remembering the day fondly. “And that day I came for lunch and you were crying, and you told me about your father’s death, and I held you as you cried. Sweetheart, I want to be able to do that for you any time you need it—"

She wrenched her hands away, burying her face in her palms, shoulders shaking. “No, Steve—”

“I know you feel something for me,” he insisted. “I can feel it. I’ve always been able to feel it. And I’ve always felt this way about you, too. I was going to ask you on a date after we were finished with this place, even though I knew you probably wouldn’t say yes because you’ve got Tony’s new project to plan…” He trailed off with a well-rehearsed sigh. “But a man can hope, can’t he?”

“You don’t get it, Steve,” she choked out between sobs. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Sure, I liked you, I liked spending time with you. But I just wanted to take it slow with you. And now…”

Steve moved forward and gathered her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Honey, I know. I know. And I didn’t plan for this, either—but we’re in this situation now. If you want to medically break the bond, we can do that, but I’m also open to trying to make the best of it.”

Breaking a bond was possible, but the process was painful and lengthy, involving an injection of shots over the course of a few months to weaken and eventually break the hormonal bond between two people. It was contraindicated in pregnant women due to the potential for damage to the fetus, and there was no way she wouldn’t be pregnant by the end of all this. He felt certain she wouldn’t choose this route—could already feel her aversion just at the suggestion.

Even if she did choose it, he wouldn’t allow it. But he needed her to believe that he supported her no matter what.

Her panic mounted, and she met his eyes. “Steve…” she whispered. “Did you use protection?”

“No, honey, I didn’t. I thought you’d be on birth control.”

Another tear fell and her face crumpled. “I’m not… I’m not on birth control… I don’t like what it does to my body—that’s why I’m not on suppressants, either, Steve.”

Of course, that was another thing he loved about her—that she refused to put any of those modern-day poisons into her body. “I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t know that.”

False hope lit her face up. “Maybe I could get a Plan B pill—”

“Honey, it’s already been three days. And we’re going to be stuck here for another week at least before the weather clears up.”

“The—the weather—it’s still snowing?”

Steve gestured to the window, which was whited out with the snow falling heavily outside. “It’s barely stopped.” Her hope dimmed again, and he could feel her panic rising within the bond. Her breathing turned heavy and soon she was hyperventilating, letting out anxious sobs and moans. Steve took a hold of her again, forcing her head up. “Look at me,” he demanded, repeating her name and the order until she obeyed. “Breathe with me, darling. In and out, okay?” He coached her through miming his breaths until she was following along with him. “Good girl, you’re doing so good,” he praised her. “Just like that, keep breathing like that.”

Once she had calmed down, he drew her in against his chest, stroking down her hair and back to relax her.

“Sorry…” she mumbled weakly. Too weak to fight him off, too weak to question him anymore. Exactly where he wanted her.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I know this is all overwhelming. I know it’s a lot. Just know that I’m here for you. I’m gonna take care of you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay…”

“Let’s just take it one day at a time. The roads should be clear enough by the end of the week that we can head back to the city. We’ll stay here until then, and once we’re back in the city—then we can make the decisions. How about that?”

His meek girl, his feeble girl, although finding herself in an unwanted situation, was not going to fight him on it. She nodded against his chest, bending to his will so beautifully, his sweet, submissive girl.

Steve ran a bath for her and took his time washing her hair, conditioning it, and running a soft washcloth over every inch of her body. He soothed her until she was boneless against his chest, purring and shivering every time he went over any particularly sensitive area—her sides, her pelvis, the insides of her thighs. Once every perfect inch of her body was clean, he got her out of the tub and dried her off with thorough swipes of the towel against her skin, handling her with firm hands that had her nipples hardening and her scent peaking with arousal.

“S-Steve,” she whispered as he sat her atop the bathroom counter. Her small hands clutched at his shoulders as he dried himself off. “Steve, I think my heat is spiking again.”

“I know, darling, I’ve got you,” he assured her, wrapping the towel around his hips. She pawed at his chest, hands scrambling down his waist until he caught her wrists, long fingers encompassing her forearms completely. “Relax, honey,” he cooed, “Be patient. Don’t need you wearing yourself out again so soon, do we?”

“But Steve—”

He silenced her with a few tender kisses to her fingers, her knuckles, her palms. “Shh, baby. Let your Alpha take care of you—Alpha knows best, right?” At his words, his reminder of his ownership of her, he could feel the conflict within her. Her initial rejection of their bond followed by her urge to give into it. To give into him.

She whimpered at the feeling of that harsh, jarring tug on their bond. He felt it just as much as she did, the discord within their souls, and rather than let her dwell on it, he distracted her.

He ran his hands over her sides and tutted. “Your skin is a little dry, Omega. Can’t have that, can we?” Although she didn’t respond, she didn’t refuse him when he pulled out a bottle of lotion from the cabinet. “I’ll get you all fixed up, sweetheart.”

Steve started by massaging the lotion into her right hand, up her arm, and then doing the other arm before working on her shoulders with firm strokes of his fingers. He did her back next, stepping close between her legs and giving her sweet kisses as he blindly smoothed the cream into her shoulder blades, down her spine, into the divots of her sacrum. By the time he started working on her sides, she was trembling in his arms, hands clenched into fists against his shoulders as she tried to avoid pulling him against her or grinding her cunt against his pelvis.

“You’re doing so good,” he cooed, rubbing more lotion onto her neck and clavicles, before his hands wandered down to her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed as he cupped them in his hands and massaged the lotion in. “Such a good girl for me.” She shuddered at the feeling of his calloused thumbs rubbing across her nipples, and then he continued down to her abdomen, spending a little extra time there admiring the softness, the life that had to be already growing inside. Then her hips, and her thighs, all the way down her legs to her feet, where she giggled and kicked reflexively when he dug his thumb in too hard.

“Steve,” she moaned, legs jolting from her arousal as he kneeled before her, teasing her endlessly. “Please, please, please—”

He grinned against her skin as he kissed up her shin, nipping at her kneecap, before spreading her thighs with his large hands. “Please, what, my sweet Omega? Tell me what you need.”

“Need you,” she gasped as his hot tongue lapped against the insides of her thighs, tasting her slick that had rubbed off halfway down her leg already from her squirming and writhing on the vanity. “Need you, need you so bad—”

“I know it, baby.” He methodically sucked the wetness off until his facial hair brushed against her outer labia. She cried out at that, hands fisted in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.

“Please, Alpha—I can’t take it!”

He chuckled, lips pressed right against the juncture between her cunt and her thigh, and the deep vibrations of his voice so close to her core made her pulse with need. His palms ran up the length of her legs before stopping right at the apex of her thighs, and he used his thumbs to spread the lips of her cunt apart, having to dig in with some force to prevent them from slipping out of his grip with how wet she was.

“Fuck,” he cursed, looking at her exposed pussy glistening for him, all for him, flushed red from how much he had fucked it in the last few days. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

With that, he wasted no time in burying his nose into her cunt, wanting to scent her deeply before he tasted her. He could still smell himself within her, and he rumbled with satisfaction that he would remain a part of her for so long, his come marking his territory, marking her as his.

The flat of his tongue trailed heavy up her slit, making the Omega keen, clench her thighs around his head until Steve gripped her knees and wrenched her thighs apart. He chuckled as her muscles trembled against his grasp, and the sound vibrated through her cunt and made her jolt in his arms.

Before moving forwards, he drew his head back to admire how swollen it was, flushed and engorged, sensitive to the touch as he ghosted his lips over it. He blew a line of air against her and she cried out, body shaking still. Then he wrapped his lips around it, suckling gently at first before swirling his tongue around, giving her a little nibble when she writhed against him.

Her reactions to him made his cock ache, the way she trembled, grinded her hips against his face. Her whimpers and cries and the way she said his name, breathless, whiny, desperate. “Steve, Steve,” she chanted, hips jumping with the rhythm of his tongue. “Steve, Alpha, please—” When he slipped two fingers inside of her, she went wild, crying, begging for his cock, his knot. “Need it, Alpha, please, please, please—”

It didn’t take much longer for her to come, what with how sensitive she was. He coaxed her slick out of her sweet cunt with his fingers buried deep inside of her, running his tongue around her entrance, around his fingers, licking up the fluids leaking from her. He was drunk off the taste of her, the taste of himself inside of her, the combination of them heady on his tongue like delicious mead, sweet and earthy, like tasting from Mother Nature herself.

She collapsed back against the vanity, her back against the cool mirror, panting and jolting with aftershocks as Steve continued to clean her up. Then he slowly kissed back up her body, placing sticky kisses against her skin until he reached her lips.

Her mouth opened for him on instinct, letting him lick into her mouth and share the taste of them until her mouth was coated in the taste of herself. After her whimpers started ramping up again, he pulled her against him, allowing her to grind her pussy on his abdomen while he caressed her body, plucked at her nipples, brushed his fingers across her mating gland.

“Alpha,” she gasped, pulling away finally. Her juices were all over his stomach and she was dripping onto his cock, impatient as he denied her. “Steve, Alpha, please, the nest, the nest, please fuck me there.”

“Aw, baby,” he cooed, cupping her cheeks and gazing at her reverently. “Of course, my love. Anything for you.”

With that, he scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom, all the while praising the nest she built. “So soft and cozy, honey, isn’t it? You built it just for us, built the perfect nest for us. Such a good girl, such a good Omega, aren’t you? Perfect for me…”

He trailed off with his mouth on her breast, suckling her nipple after laying her down on the mattress. He was so wrapped up in her softness that he didn’t notice her lining her hips up to his or reaching for his cock until she was lifting her hips and fucking herself onto his cock.

“Impatient today, aren’t you, honey?” He chuckled at her responding whine, but he stopped torturing her, impaling her completely on his cock until he was buried deep within her. She felt like home, she felt perfect, comfortable and natural and warm. She was home for him.

Steve made love to her, whispering sweet things against her lips between sweet kisses, holding her safe in his arms while he moved within her, chasing her pleasure and his own. He worked his cock inside of her, so, so deep, right up against her womb, and the thought made him shudder.

“So good for me, so good to me,” he whispered over and over, laying kisses on her lips and then her cheeks once her mouth dropped open from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. He could feel it on the other end of their bond, pulsating with life and joy and comfort, every single bad thought drained from her mind because of him. He was the only thing she could think of, the only thing in her life, the only one.

And she was his only one. The only thing he loved, the only thing he cared about. Her, and the life that would grow within her.

“My sweet girl,” he rasped, voice catching in his throat. The overwhelming love he felt for her poured out. “My sweet Omega, my love,” he breathed into her neck, up against her mating gland, and she shivered, feeling their bond thrum like different strings of a harp being pulled all at once, a perfect harmony resounding and vibrating within them, within their souls. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing her bond mark. “I love you so much, I’ll always love you—”

She came around him then, sobbing against him, clutching at his shoulders and back with more strength than he would have expected from her, but his mind was blank at the feeling of her cunt fluttering, massaging his cock as his knot grew.

He was so, so close—just a little bit more—just a little. “Look at me,” he gasped, lifting his head to observe her prolonged orgasm. “Open your eyes, look at me, baby—” Once he took a hold of her jaw, she obeyed him, locking eyes with him as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. “Good girl,” he praised her in a low grunt, watching her eyebrows furrow in pleasure just from that. “You’re my good girl, my good Omega—I’m—"

He came inside of her with a groan and his knot locked them together. He remained leaning over her, careful not to put too much weight on her, and kept his eyes on hers. Her gaze never faltered, so full of emotion, and he preened under her watch, proud that he could satisfy his Omega so thoroughly. His happiness leaked into their bond, enough to sate both of them, and he soaked in the feeling of their bliss, their joined souls, his Omega happy. Happy because of him.

He couldn’t wait to fall asleep with her every night in this house, in their nest, with his knot buried inside of her. Couldn’t wait to have her sated and sleepy all the time, barefoot, pregnant, a perfect bundle of joy in her arms, mind blank and undisturbed from the gratification of fulfilling her Omega duties. She would never have to worry ever again.

Steve would take care of her. He would never let her go.

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