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satorusugurugurl · 18 days

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Buzzed

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t drink. He’s a lightweight, never saw the appeal, and, well, it makes him horny.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Warnings: Whiny super whiny Gojo, handjob, public play, Gojo is just buzzed, not drunk consent is key, there are several reasons he doesn't like alcohol

Word Count: 2,307

A/N: this popped into my head at work. The need for Gojo to whimper and whine is intense.

Gojo didn't drink. He had nothing against people who liked to drink; by all means, to each their own. He never liked the taste; he was a lightweight, and he'd rather spend his money on sweets. There, however, was another reason he didn't drink. One that was far too embarrassing to mention.

Whenever Satoru would drink, he'd get horny, like super horny.

So, it was safer for him to avoid alcohol altogether, which was pretty easy. That was until you both went to one of your co-workers' birthday party. You casually conversed with some friends while Gojo headed into the kitchen. He was in search of cake, but he found punch instead. He filled his glass, tentatively giving it a sip.

It didn't taste like there was alcohol in it, so he drank a full red solo cup. And he was working on his third in the living room when he felt like his blood was on fire. The room was hot, sweltering, and you, god, you looked even hotter. The tight-fitted shirt you wore emphasized the curves of your perfect body and breasts. Your ass looked amazing in your jeans, and your smile was to die for. God, why did you look like a goddess tonight?

There was a certain glow about you that drew him in like a moth to a light. He hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder, his body pressed firmly against your backside. Not only did you look good, but you smelt fucking delectable.

You turned your head, kissing his cheek before turning back to your friends, joining in with their conversation, leaning back into Satoru when you both felt it. The huge and very hard bulge in his pants had you choking on your words as Satoru straightened, glancing at you in sheer panic.

“Toru?” He grimaced at the tone of your voice. “Please tell me that's your phone.”

“It’s not,” he confirmed your fear.

“Can you get outside to the balcony?” A glance over his shoulder confirmed no one was remotely close to his sanctuary.

“Yeah.” His voice was so gravely as his cock twitched in his pants.

“Good, go on. I'll be out in a sec.”

The second Gojo stepped into the cool night air, he groaned, looking down at his pants. What the fuck? Why was he sporting the world's biggest boner of all time? Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. He slowly sank into the dark corner, resting his back against the window where the curtain was still drawn, waiting for you to join him.

A second later, the sliding glass door opened and shut. Gojo’s hands flew towards his crotch, shielding his erection from any prying eyes. When he saw you turn the corner, he released the breath he'd been holding, dropping his hands to his sides. Satoru shut his eyes tight, biting back a pained whine. All you could do was knit your eyebrows together as you watched.

“Satoru? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Nngh, fuck, I don't know.” His cock throbbed hard at the sound of your voice. “I'm so goddamn hard.”

“Aren't you always hard?” The teasing tone in your voice attempted to lighten the mood.

“Yes, but your point is irrelevant. Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I only get surprise boners like this when I drink!”

Satoru was panting as you tilted your head slightly to the side. “But you did. Mina’s punch has a fuck-ton of alcohol in it.” Your boyfriend's face was contorted in pained pleasure and confusion. “People can’t taste the alcohol because of the liter of Lemon-Lime soda and the whole ass pint of sherbet.”

“Fucking fantastic,” Glancing back down at his erection, he sighed in frustration. “I-It’s going to be awhile for this bitch to go down. I’ll stay out here; you go inside and enjoy the party.”

Right now, in this embarrassing moment, Satoru could barely look at you. During the entirety of your relations, Gojo never drank, leaving that up to you if you were in the mood. You understood he particularly wasn’t too keen on drinking; it was his personal preference. Seeing him now, sulking in a corner, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, cock throbbing. It made a little more sense.

Laughter and loud music blared inside the apartment, drawing your attention to the door. Mina’s special punch was getting to everyone, it seemed like. They were so immersed in their current conversations and food would they even notice your absence?

Satoru was in physical pain. His teeth were clenched as he hissed out in frustration. You took notice of his hands, how they twitched, drawing closer to his crotch before pulling away. The man was fighting against every instinct in his buzzed horny brain. You could tell by his expression that he wanted to do nothing more than stroke his fat cock until he came all over his fist. Satoru, however, was also one not to let his lust overtake him.

He wasn’t some horny freak that would pull his dick out and stroke it until he jizzed all over your friend's balcony railing. You, however, weren’t as collected as he was. Seeing your boyfriend's cock twitching in his pants, the tiny wet spot forming over his leaking tip, made you fucking feral.

“I don’t want to go back.” Closing the distance between you, Gojo watched with bated breath as your pretty hands unbuttoned his pants.

“Tsk!” Your boyfriend hissed, crystal blue eyes darting towards the door. “Y-Y/N, what if someone comes out?!”

“I guess you’ll need to stay quiet. That way, if someone does come.” You whispered, your fingers slowly tugging his zipped down. “Can you do that for me?”

Satoru didn’t have time to think of a response because his dick did all the talking for him. It throbbed hard in the confines of his boxers. He whined and watched more pre-cum seep through the fabric of his boxers.

You cooed, running the bed of your thumb over the growing wet spot. “I’ll take that as a yes?” A nod and a tiny whimper was all you needed.

Slowly, you slid your hand down the band of his boxers, immediately coming into contact with his hot cock. His velvety shaft twitched as you tugged his boxers down just enough to free his erection. The tip was a furiously red shade; his slit dribbled pre-cum. Seeing his fat cock this hard has your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Ahh, fuck, fuuuck,” Satoru whispered through a hiss as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You slowly stroked your hands up and down. Squeezing it, trying to mimic how your pussy would pulsate around him when he would fuck you. “Y-Y/N~”

Using his pre-cum as lube, you smeared it up and down his length. Watching the pretty tip twitch madly each time you collected your makeshift lubricant. Satoru groaned, eyes half-lidded, watching you, the way you shifted, pressing your thighs together, how you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it, as you jerked him off.

“I-I’m, haaa, I’m the one g-getting jerked off here. B-But you, holy fuck!” He clamped his hand over his mouth, stifling a moan. Your teasing jerks, changed, your wrist twisting with every move. “Nnngh, f-fuck but y-yo—ooooh shit, you're the one e-enjoying yourself.”

“Of course, I’m enjoying myself. Satoru, I love feeling your dick get hard in my hand. It's so fat, hot, god, it makes me wet.”

Satoru flushed, head tilting back, the veins in his neck straining as he clenched his jaw. He was the one that would normally talk to you like this. Having it turned the other way around, he had his head spinning. The dizziness was so intense your boyfriend tilted his head back before he began thrusting into your tight-fitted fist.

“Fuuck, Haa, ooh fuck sweetheart, feels so good.” you bit back a moan of your own, watching as he ducked your hands, stinks of pre-cum running over your fingers, as he slammed the palm of his Hans against the railing. “D-Dont stop baby~ fuck Y-Y/N don't fuckin’ stop.”

Watching him desperately fuck your hand was so fucking pretty. From the thin sheen of sweat on his beautiful face to the throbbing shaft in your hand, everything about Gojo had panties soaked. Right now, you wanted to drag him out of the cramped apartment and back to your place where you would fuck his brains out.

But getting him through the apartment right now was out of the question.to get what you wanted, you had to get him off first! The faster he came, the faster you'd get to have him inside of you.

“You're doing such a good job, Toru~” Your hand moved faster. “I love feeling your cock sliding into my hand. But I love it so much more when you’re sliding into me, stretching me with your cock.”

Satoru was a hundred present, certain you were responsible for his hot blood and the hazy gaze that lingered over his eyes. You were the source of his buzz, and it had him jerking like a virgin into your first. You tried matching his thrusts with your hand. The whines that left his mouth were all the confirmation you needed to know that it felt good.

“F-Feels so good.” Satoru cried out, head dipping down to watch you jerk him off. “Holy fuck, your hand feels so good.”

“Mmhm~ just think about how good my pussy will feel when I get you home.” A grunt sounded from him. “Yeah~ you like knowing that you’re going to fuck me when we get home~? You going to reward me for helping you~?”

“Y-Yes, p-please don’t stop Y/N, I can feel it coming. God, I’m going to cum so hard.”

Hearing the pleasure that paved his voice had you pressing your thighs together. “Yeah~ are you going to cum~? Do it; I want you to cum, baby~ I want you to feel so good~ Like the good you are.”

“Y/N?” Gojo jerked, his head searching for the source of your voice. “Hey, is Gojo okay?”

Without missing a beat, you pulled Satoru down with your free hand. Your hand pushed the back of his head into the crook of your neck. Gojo didn’t know what you were doing at first, but as your hand left to join the other stroking his throbbing cock, he picked up on what to do. He whimpered and moaned softly into the crook of your neck.

“Oh yeah, he’s just a bit buzzed right now.” You stroked him harder, squeezing his shaft. “He doesn’t like drinking and thought the punch was safe.”

Satoru’s arms wrapped around you, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. His breathing whines were hot against your skin as his balls started to clench. He was so close to cumming, his eyes shutting tight, losing himself in the cooling sensation in his abdomen. So close, he was so close.

“Aww, poor guy, did you need anything?”

Gojo needed whoever the fuck this was to get out of here. He whined out your name into your neck. Hot breath having you shifting.”Y//N c-close.” He whispered as softly as he could as you jerked him faster, both hands working in tandem.

“Nope! We’ll be back inside in a second; I gotta get him home.”

“Okay!”

You waited until the door shut when you moaned with him. “Good boy, good boy~” his fingers dug into your back. “Go on, Toru~ cum for me~ give me it all.”

Satoru cried out into your neck in a nearly silent cry. “Y-/N oooh~ god fuck~ holy fuckin’ shit! C-Cummin’ I-I’m cumming.” You suddenly understood why he loved you, scratching up his back when you came around his cock. It felt good, so good, as he spurted thick ropes of cum all over your hand. “Nnngh oh fuck~! Fuck! Fuck!” His whines were shaky and nearly breathless as his cock weakly twitched in your hand. “Y-Y/NN~”

Gently you let go of his softening cock, bring your cum coated hand to your mouth. Satoru watched you closely, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high. He had half expectantly thought you were going to wipe his cup off on the inside of his jacket. What he hadn’t been anticipating was for you to flatten your tongue and lick it off. His sensitive cock twitched back to life at the lewd sight.

“Mmm~” You hummed in delight as if you just finished a meal. “So sweet and salty, Satoru~ I wanna taste it first hand when we get home.”

A switch flipped in Satoru’s head, be it post-nut clarity. He grabbed you by the face, turning you so you were pressed against the sliding glass door. The sudden flip had your breath catching in your throat as your boyfriend bent down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“The only one who is doing any sort of tasting when we get home will be me. If you don’t get us out of here fast, I’ll be sampling that soaking cunt right here.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; you dragged Satoru out of the party, shouting out brash goodbyes. Satoru might be buzzed from the punch. But you were buzzed off of him, and you needed to turn that buzz into a love-drunken affair.

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badbtssmut · 4 months

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no.11

Taehyung free using his girlfriend's bestie in a 1 week vacation even infront of her, which is a gift by his gf and her bestie for his birthday.

You always thought Taehyung was attractive. You were jealous when your friend introduced him, as you couldn’t believe she snagged him up. But, you would never share those feelings. It was inappropriate.

But then one day, when both you and Taehyung were bit tipsy, you kissed at a party. You felt guilty. Ashamed. So you left to go home and never thought anything of it. It was one kiss, and it meant nothing. You even called Ara to confess and to your shock, she was ok with it, simply commenting that Tae had told her and that it was no big deal.

“Ya know, Tae’s birthday is soon, how about we do something special?” Your friend, Ara, suggested to make taehyung’s birthday special by giving him a sexcation, and she wanted your help in making that happen.

—

It was really happening.

As soon as the night fell, you went up to the bedroom, followed shortly after by taehyung. The door had barely closed behind him before he had pressed his lips against yours. It was like he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. You kissed back, of course, running your hands up and down his chest. His shirt came off and his body was soon exposed. Soon, both of you were naked and in the bed, Taehyung on top of you.

Ara had walked in by now, simply turning on the TV, and laid down in the bed right next to yours, placing a bowl of snacks on the nightstand, completely unfazed by the fact that the man she loved was currently kissing another woman.

He entered you, slowly and softly. His movements gentle. You let out a moan, but it was soon muffled by his mouth as he kissed you once more.

“Mm, your cock feels so good…” You whispered against his lips.

“I bet it does, you are so wet for me already.” Taehyung whispered back, moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to just enjoy the moment. You felt like you were on cloud 9, the sensation of him inside of you, the sound of him grunting in your ear... and the fact that Ara was literally watching you two do it, turned you on even more.

The whole experience was unlike anything else you had ever felt before. It was so erotic, so wrong and yet so exciting.

After a few minutes of this slow rhythm, he picked up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster.

“Mm…” You spread your legs further. “Just like that… keep going just like that…” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding on to the sheets tightly.

Fuck, is this what your friend was feeling? Is this what it felt like to get fucked by such a hot guy?

Taehyung pulled out and flipped you around so you were on your knees.

You gasped, feeling him enter you from behind. You didn't even know why, but the idea of getting fucked like this in front of your friend was just making it all the more arousing.

He held on to your hips, and began pounding into you. Your pussy was now stretched wide, and the feeling of his throbbing cock slamming in and out was overwhelming.

"Oh, Tae... oh!" You buried your head into the pillow, each thrust bringing you closer.

His hips rocked forward with each thrust, and he grunted in pleasure. "Good girl, take my cock." You heard him praise you.

Taehyung gripped your hips tighter and continued to thrust. You were so tight around him, and you could feel every inch of him inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered, overcome by pleasure. This was so good, you didn’t want it to end. You bounced your body back and forth to match his thrusts, earning pleasurable moans from him.

You were on the brink of climax. You tried to hold back, but it was too much. The sight of your friend watching you from the side, the feeling of his cock in your pussy, and the sound of his grunts were all too much. And just like that, you came. A wave of pleasure washed over you. You felt so relieved, yet also exhausted. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling the mattress creak beneath your weight.

Taehyung gave one last thrust, burying himself deep inside of you, before he groaned and filled you up with his cum. He then pulled out and rolled onto the bed next to you. You looked over at him, your breathing still heavy, and he gave you a sweet smile.

You were sad about it ending, but you knew you had six more days left.

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space-man2 · 6 months

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My Former Student

Picture my shock when I opened my hotel room and found my former star student from the third-year Botany class. Jordan Harris, in the flesh, literally. I've always imagined him to be a chubby guy underneath the thick hoods he always wore. Never did I think that he was a muscular god underneath!

"Mr. Perry!" Jordan exclaimed. His eyes snapped open, and the shock caused him to drop his phone. It fell on top of his discarded clothes.

"J- Jordan," I double-checked the hotel door to confirm I was in the correct room, ensuring my contact on the "Rent-a-Body" app was accurate. It says 1409. like in the chat. I had no clue who I was chatting with in the app, considering I went for the cheapest mystery body package. Occasionally, you end up with a twink; Then, mostly, it could be someone decent, but there are rare moments when you discover a diamond in the rough. You get whoever, and that's the mystery behind the affordability. I am a washed-up Botany teacher who could barely afford his mortgage, and that's why this is the one I could afford.

I looked at Jordan and memories of who he was and what he was supposed to be flashed in my mind. He was my star student, the brightest I've seen in the decades of teaching. He was a bit of a recluse, often coming up to me to do solo or group projects. I imagined him starting his PhD now and not here, sweaty and half-naked.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"You're Perry164, right?" Jordan asked, to which I nodded. "Then you're the client who will be possessing my body for a week."

"I get that. But why are you here?" I approached Jordan's side. My mind is wilding at the prospect of getting those thick biceps and beefy pecs. But he needs answers because it feels strange to possess the body of my former star student.

Jordan didn't need additional explanation to realize what I meant. "Did you imagine me spending the next eight years of my life in the laboratory and getting my post-graduate diplomas?" Jordan saw my nod and chuckled. "You know I'm a pragmatic guy, Mr. Perry. I'm earning more money here in a month than what I would make in a year as a researcher."

"But are you worried? People might do bad things while in your body. It's too risky." I guess this was the caring professor oozing from me.

"There are risks, yes," Jordan grabbed my hand and led it to his chest. He squeezed my hand, compelling me to grasp his warm, dense flesh. I followed his whim, and he cooed a hushed moan from it. "Will you do bad things, Mr. Perry?" He asked in a low, seductive tone. I never imagined I would see this side of him.

"I… I suppose not." I said, my voice heavy with apprehension.

Jordan grabbed my head and pulled me closer to his chest. He must have noticed that I've been staring at it for some time now. I pressed my nose on his right nipple, then gave it apprehensive licks. Jordan mewled a louder moan, and when I knew he was in the moment, I indulged him by pleasing his nipple until it was erect and hard. Underneath, I lifted the fabric of his underwear and grabbed his thick, throbbing rod. Our bodies ground and rubbed into one warm, sweaty mess.

I saw him reach for something on the night table and pop a pill in his mouth. Just as he swallowed the pill, my head was suddenly engulfed by the flesh of his chest. It was as thick as honey and as hot as a furnace.

"Relax…" Jordan said in a comforting voice as he combed my hair. His firm hand pushed me deeper until darkness covered my vision. I felt my heart rising from the panic, and it intensified when I could not breathe. "It will be over soon, Mr. Perry."

Jordan's body swallowed me whole. There was darkness, but I could still feel the weight pressing on my body, crushing me from every direction. But amid that feeling, there was also strength. Then I opened my eyes, and the searing light from the hotel lamp seared through. I scanned the room but couldn't spot Jordan anywhere. My chest heaved harder, and my body sweated more intensely than I could recall. When I looked down, I found not my body but the body of my former student attached to me. His chest rose high and fell deep, his muscles twitched, and his cock throbbed long and at the peak of its pleasure. Before the second was over, Jordan's speed erupted from it, surging high in the air and spraying anywhere they could land.

"Fu- FUCK! HNGGGG AAAHHHH~~" I closed my eyes and screamed as pleasures of unimaginable magnitudes rocked my body. "Aah! Oh god! I can't!" Little did I realize — I was cursing and moaning with Jordan's deep, seductive voice. I grabbed my cock and tried my best to contain the sensations, but my struggles were fruitless as the ebbs of pleasure continued to weave through my body. I writhed on the bed, hoping to survive through the ordeal. When I thought it was finished, more would come out, forcing me to scream delectable moans that only served to prolong this climax.

But eventually, good things came to a mellow end. My chest was evenly coated with cum, and I rubbed them across while groping my beefy pecs. I smelled the built-up aroma from my sweaty armpits and drowned myself in the invasion of alluring pheromones. It wasn't even an hour, and I've greatly enjoyed my time in this body. Six more days remain. I know I'm going to have so much fucking fun in this body.

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haknom · 1 year

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bravery at my nighters — yjw teaser!

SYNOPSIS > after being expelled from his old school for something he didn’t do, life for jungwon only got harder. everyone avoided him and claimed that he was “bad energy” or a “terrible influence.” so, why did you have to be different than everyone else and actually try to get close to him while gnoring all the rumors about him?

PAIRING > junior!jungwon x junior-fem!reader

WARNINGS > EVERYTHING IS FICTIONAL jungwon is like injured rlly badly, cleaning wounds (?), and mentions of food.

WORDCOUNT > 743 words !

NOTE > my apologies for not posting mpays!! i literally lost sm motivation to continue writing it so for now it’s on hold! but this fic Tell me why i wrote almost 7k words under two days.. LOLL but here’s the teaser for it!! i rlly need people on this taglist guys 😞

TEASER / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Jungwon’s vision was slightly blurry and his whole body throbbed in pain. He didn’t care about all his scars and fresh wounds. All he wanted was food, he was starving. If it was a regular day at home, he would’ve eaten dinner about an hour ago. No wonder his stomach was growling.

He attempted to stand with the amount of strength he had left. It worked mostly, but he still wobbled on his feet. There should be a nearby convenience store if he wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could get something to fill his belly with the amount of money he had on him.

His feet dragged against the pathways he walked on, holding onto anything nearby for extra support. The store sign that read ‘24HRS’ glowed, illuminating the night sky, and caught Jungwon’s attention as he headed towards it.

The chime from the front door of the convenience store welcomed him and alerted the worker at the front. “Hey, welcome! Tell me if you need any — Woah, what happened to you?!” Her voice exclaimed, but Jungwon ignored her and went to look for a meal.

He picked up a container of Kimbap followed by some extra side dishes. This should be under his budget. He walked over to the cashier with a limp as he felt his limbs becoming sore. “Here,” he mumbled, placing the items on the counter. It only looked like his lips moved with no sound but that was not the case, he had only a little energy in him to speak. It was bad.

The beeping sounds from the item scanner filled the awkward silence between the two as he watched the total count up. “Final price is $6.55, how would you like to pay?” She questioned as he held out the cash needed. “Enjoy your meal,” she said cautiously as he nodded and exited the convenience store to sit on one of the outdoor seats.

The fresh air helped him breathe as he felt his mind clear from the previous incident. He slowly opened his mouth, jaw still sore from the hits the boys landed, and took a bite of his food.

He exhaled out of satisfaction and from the comfort the food gave him and his stomach as he went in for another bite, finishing the Kimbap whole.

The door chimed as the cashier from earlier headed toward Jungwon’s seat. “Hey, you seemed… very injured, are you okay?” She asked, causing Jungwon to turn his head to her walking figure. “I’m fine,” he said, now with more volume. “You don’t look like it,” she sat down on the empty seat on the other side of his table.

“Well, I am. So, I don’t need your help,” he stated with a bitter tone and continued to eat while the cashier placed down items on the table. “Whatever, I’m a high school student, and you look like one too so don’t freak out.” She explained as he looked at her.

“Why are you introducing yourself as if we’ll meet again later? Plus, what if I was some old man who just looked very young?” He said with a raised brow. Did she normally go around giving people her personal information? “I saw your student ID when you were grabbing the cash. I have good peripheral vision.” She explained as he stopped his movements. Well, that was embarrassing.

“But that’s not the point right now, your looks are worrying me, could I treat your wounds? They’re just items from the convenience store, I think it’ll help—”

“I said I’m fine, alright? I don’t need your kindness to feel better or whatever.” He grabbed his food, getting ready to leave. “So, you’re telling me if I were to touch your arm right now, you wouldn't wince in pain?” She argued as he stood there in silence.

“No—Ow!” He exclaimed out of utter shock and pain. “Why did you grip my leg? It could’ve just been a light tap and I would’ve been fine!” He looked down at her as she stared back at him blankly.

“Sit down,” she instructed as he took his seat with a sigh of defeat. She grabbed the ointment from the plastic bag on the table along with a cotton swab. “Where do you want to start?” She questioned while squeezing the ointment onto the end of the cotton swab. “Should I really be trusting a stranger right now?” He asked, unsure of his future choices.

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sherwees · 1 year

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open the door — wong hendery

- smut (🌚), dry humping, hendery has a hand kink and that's it and that's all.

ps: this is literally based off that one video of that dude saying “ open the noor ”. I also haven't written anything in like 2 months 🤞🏽 long story short (prior to this one shot) ; hendery has been your roommate for years blah blah blah and y'all always had this weird tension and that's it.

You were awaken by the harsh banging of your bedroom door. You twist and tumble around on your sheets hoping the noise would go away. It wouldn't. What the fuck did he need that was this fucking urgent? You force your heavy eyes open with a thunderous grunt erupting from your throat.

“Come on, hurry up! ” Hendery frantically says while jigging the doorknob. If you never knew him and his shenanigans, you would've rushed to get up. It was nothing serious and you knew it. Forcing yourself to get up to lean on your bed frame, your alarm clock shows 11:27pm. It's the ass crack of night. Scooting to the edge of the bed, you sigh getting on your feet and staggering to get the door.

“What do you want before I open this door.” You unlock the door but hold the knob before he busts the door down like SWAT. There's a silence from the other side for who knows how long. “It's something— I can't explain it but I could show you..” His voice moves down a tone. “Is it something stupid?”, silence once again. “It's just really embarrassing.. ” He mutters. “Uh— okay then show me.” You mumble,slowly opening the door.

There's nothing wrong. It's just hendery with his blue and grey plaid pj's with the same wrinkled white shirt . It must've been that serious enough to wake him up out of his own sleep but it's not that serious to shake me up out of my own. “Why do you always tend to waste my fucking time?” You even roll your eyes to upstand your statement.

“Don't you notice it?” He tilts his head with scrunched brows.

You stand on your tippy toes and look all around him but there's nothing alarming. “Y’know what just— can you just.. ” He sighs with a hunch to his shoulders and simply invites himself into the room.

Pushing his body against the door to close it, you slowly back up to the side of your bed. He walks with some sort of limp though, might just be late night drowsiness.

“What's wrong with your leg—” You reach your hand out in concern but immediately snatches it away at the angered look he gave.

“Nothing.” His arms were crossed as he snapped with a tsk.

He plops on the bed hugging the pillow against his crotch. “ Actually tell me what's wrong— I'm getting concerned. ” You said with a drop to your voice to show your visible concern, sitting right beside him while he criss crosses his legs holding the pillow tighter than before.

“Do you have a hard on or something?”

It falls silent.

“Do you?— Hendery answer me.” You feathered your finger on his knee. But, he immediately slaps your hand away causing the pillow to slightly fall to the side.

He's so fucking hard, you could practically make out every bulging vein on his dick.

He claws for the pillow desperately but fortunately he's too slow, you've already thrown the pillow across the room. Your hand immediately pounced on his lap, you felt his length harden slowly and throb under your light touches as he slightly hisses to your touch. “I-I thought about you this whole entire day.. oh fuck–” He heaved tilting his head back, mouth gaped; you could only hum at his desperation. Starting to move your hand along his throbbing length languidly, his hips chase the movements of your hand. He goes light headed with every slight bump at his heavy tip, his sweat beading down his neck.

“Remember when– gosh–you slightly touched me—” He paused with a gulp when your palm smoothed over his head. “Your hands were so delicate and soft~” His words were stuck in his throat once his eyes headed lower to your small hand curled to cup over his huge cock. His hips start to move faster against your palm, feeling his thighs quake and tense with every movement.

“I've always dreamed of this moment..”

You felt his precum slowly form a stain on his pants as he let out a guttural grunt when you thumbed his head. “Holy shit— you're seriously about to cum your pants?” You scoffed in shock. In his crazed headspace he could only nod vigorously with his mouth agape, his hips meeting your hand once more.

Lost in your thoughts, you felt his length throb as he finally caught his high with a whiny gasp of your name coming from his depraved lips; tears now overflowing onto his cheeks and jawline illuminated by the moon peeking through your curtains.

The hot aroma of the room slowly faded as the rhythms of your hearts came to a rest. You eyed the alarm clock, now saying 12:27 am and stared back at Hendery's more– disheveled look.

“Don't give me that look, you knew this would eventually happen some way or another.” He scoffed with a dramatic roll of his eyes, his face still flushed.

He flopped back on the bed with a slight bounce, his black bangs now covering his face sheened with sweat,

“Now what could I do for you, sweetheart?”

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #nct imagines #kpop drabbles #kpop oneshot #wayv smut #hendery smut #nct u smut

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biaaylesworth · 1 year

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Never the Same

Amid a New Girl rewatching, I obviously fell in love with Cece and Schmidt again. The lack of fanfics made me write this humble start of something 🫶🏻

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Surrendering… I felt it every time he touched me. His hands, his lips, his warmth surrounding me, making love to me with devoted passion, bringing in me a weird synergy of safety and adoration that makes me feel disgusted and addicted at the same time. I unapologetically come back seeking more, and he delivers better every time. I literally bit my shoulders and cummed so hard I lost my senses just to come back with the timbre of his cocky voice, babbling over what? boobies?

Disgusting, yeah, this is it. I’m out! That would be the last time.

Who was I kidding? I couldn’t let go. I was feeling him all over me. My pussy was throbbing, and I was literally soaked wet, just by remembering our rendezvous, which at that point was nothing more than two perfectly long nights. God! That men have stamina. Who would’ve thought that that idiotic serial douche beg, out of all men in my life - I mean I had so many sexual encounters - would be the best laid I ever had in my whole life? Nothing makes sense!

All I wanted was a fling, rebound sex, and make Caio pay for being a beautiful-cheating- mushroomy mess.

Fine, I confess since thanksgiving I developed a massive crush on Schmidt, that mix of sweetness and rage underneath that over-dramatic way and OCD. No man had ever yelled at me like that. My heart was brought to life right at that moment.

But if I’m being completely honest, my view of him began to change when we both were completely bare of our social masks, exhausted from that freaking long weekend, of me being a complete jerk, we confessed to each other we hate sleeping alone. The sweetness and tenderness got me by surprise. It made me feel safe enough to open up and let that soft side of me out. So deeply did I burred that side of myself that I could no longer reach out to it.

Schmidt did it, though.

Albeit, I was only used to dating unidimensional men. Schmidt was anything but. I only realised how important this was after him. He was sweet, enraged, the cleanest and the dirtiest, so overdramatic and funny, so intelligent, and he has a naivety-ish way to love. He would do anything for the people he cared about. So many layers with him. The way he looked at me as if I was the best thing that ever happened to him. No prize or a trophy though, pride. As though I had value, he was interested in getting to know me, finding out where my heart lay, making me laugh, and making me happy.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. This whole situation wasn’t meant to become this consuming sick passion. I thought I would be disappointed, laugh at his unseasonable forwardness and never have to look at him again.

But the more we got involved, the more my body got devoted exclusively to his most deviant fantasies. He pushed all my buttons, figuratively and literally. He possessed me completely. Every encounter was different and greater. We started spending hours talking about everything and nothing. Our cool facade was gone when were together under his sheets, shielding us from the loneliness we felt for so many years. It was our sanctuary, our safe harbour.

#schmece #cece x schmidt #new girl #cece parekh #schmidt #cece and schmidt #I know is a comedy show not that deep but I need it! So I wrote this. I might keep going there’s so much from where it came from #there are still any fan out there?

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nutteu · 7 months

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in your veins, burning like a broken saint

[AO3] [moonsea series]

There was a certain misery in a love that had been touched by desperation, in a reciprocation that was prevented by conscience and heartbreak. There was a certain love in desires that had been marred by fate, in the helplessness that they couldn’t save themselves from. [Marc/Steven; alpha/alpha; abo au; published 2022-06-20; word count: 6,500]

The first thing Steven noticed when he woke up was the horribly acute scent of sex wafting in the air. The sharp tang of coffee and blood, softened only marginally by lavender and hydrangea; sweat and semen that seemed to pool around him, from him; the acrid scent of smoke that was always present in Jake’s room even if Steven kept complaining about it, said that Jake should open his windows when he smoked.

The second thing he noticed was the unbearable ache from his lower back and his arsehole, throbbing sharply as soon as his senses were awake enough to register it. It wasn’t just from those two areas, his whole body felt like he had been run over by a fucking truck. He felt a sting on his neck, and winced when he reached up and felt the edges of a dried bite wound—one of them, anyway. When he pulled off the blanket, his chest and thighs were covered by them. Some were deep enough to leave indents, some of them turned into bruises.

He looked like he had been run over by a truck. Bite wounds, finger-shaped bruises, hickeys, and, he wrinkled his nose at this, dried semen stuck to his skin. They all served as a reminder to what he did last night, when he stormed off from his shared apartment with Marc, to Jake’s. My God, he thought with a sigh as he looked over to the side and found Jake snoring lightly in his sleep, one of his hands under the pillow, and Steven knew he was holding his gun. Even deep in slumber, Jake could never stop bracing himself for danger.

He stared at Jake’s back, where similar bite marks and deep scratches from well-trimmed nails were seen. Steven knew they were from him, and he narrowly missed the urge to scream out his frustration and embarrassment. Instead, he just buried his face into the cusp of his palms and tried to banish the snippets of memory of him and Jake tousling on the couch, the bathroom, the bed; grappling at each other like wild animals with claws too sharp, the scent of lust and anger enveloping them both until neither of them could breathe right anymore.

He had just made a colossal mistake, it seemed. In his bout of rage and disappointment, he left and did the very thing that Marc had literally begged on his knees for him not to do. Steven could feel the spindly fingers of guilt whispering on his back, traipsing up his skin, waiting to sink their claws into his lungs. But it was too early in the morning, and Steven had just woken up from what looked like an animalistic fornication, and he still remembered clearly his argument with Marc the day before. Guilt had always been an emotion he felt so acutely, trouncing nearly everything. But today, he hadn’t healed from the hurt that Marc had elicited in him from his silence, from his refusal of acknowledgment about what the hell was happening between them.

For the first time in his life, Steven let the anger win.

“Find somewhere else to mope,” he heard Jake’s groggy voice, and turned around. Jake seemed to be amused when Steven squeaked and tried to cover himself up with the blanket. He tugged back just to be cruel, and laughed when Steven covered his lower half with the pillow instead. “What’s the matter, little dove? I don’t think you should be embarrassed now, considering how pretty you looked when you were all shameless and desperate for my—”

“Bloody hell, just shut up,” Steven hissed, slapping his palm over Jake’s mouth, and narrowed his eyes when the man just continued to laugh. He sighed, closing his eyes, and prayed for patience to whichever God that still had enough mercy to hear him out. He felt Jake’s fingers closing around his, the press of lips against the back of his hand. Steven opened his eyes, and flushed at the darkening look on the man’s face. “Jake,” he tried, then coughed in embarrassment when his voice broke in the middle. “Jake,” he tried again, this time with slightly more success.

Jake hummed, deep and rough around the edges, still addled with sleep and the leftover desires that were making themselves known in the early morning light. His kisses trailed upward, and he moved along with them, pushing away the pillow and placing his cold palm on Steven’s thigh. “You have to go back, yes? Then let me leave some souvenirs for Marc. Isn’t that what you want? For him to see that others could claim you if he won’t?”

Steven swallowed, and exhaled a defeated sigh as he let Jake push him down on the bed, let him press their lips together, let him tug at Steven’s hair to bare his neck so he could place another mark on the small space left. He slipped his fingers through Jake’s curls, caressing gently. He bit his lip to prevent a moan from slipping out when he felt the sharp canines pierced through his skin, sending an electric jolt to his veins, making his cock harden alarmingly fast. He had just discovered last night that he had a thing for pain. Jake had looked near feral, ready to tear him apart when he realized this as well.

It only pained him slightly that the familiar face above him was not someone he had wanted it to be.

“Stop thinking so loud,” Jake whispered as his bites travelled down. “I told you to find somewhere else to mope. But you wanted to be here, didn’t you, sweet thing? All you have to do is to say so and I’ll stop. But I didn’t hear anything since last night but your filthy, filthy cries and my name on your lips.” He pushed himself up and looked at Steven in the eyes, a grin filled with nothing but chaos and unholy glee carved on his lips. “Do you want me to stop now, Steven?”

Steven stared back with something close to defiance, curling his fingers around his guilt and the memories of Marc’s back, walking away from the argument, from him. He gripped Jake’s hair tightly, and pulled him down, close enough for their breaths to mingle, close enough to whisper his dirty secrets right into this man’s lungs.

“No,” he said, nearly growled it out, and Jake’s grin turned into a moan when they kissed; hungrily, roughly, like they sought to destroy each other instead of patching up the fractures they had within their hearts.

At this point, maybe Steven didn’t want to.

Marc’s eyes bled red faster than Steven had ever seen them did when he came back, bringing with him Jake’s scent all over his body, over his nape where a hideous, raw wound was only slightly covered by his collar. Every step he took to the elevator, people turned their heads so fast to look at him. Steven knew that it was rare for alphas to be together, but it was probably more because of him—every single occupant of this building knew him as this docile, chattery, awkward man who was probably a virgin his whole life. It was pretty understandable that they’d be shocked to see him walking in like that, shamelessly displaying the fact that he was fucked six ways to Sunday through his scent alone.

Steven felt a whisper of fear along his spine, but he stood tall as he locked the door. He was a fractured part of Marc, and he was an alpha, too, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t back down. Not anymore. Marc could bring his posturing anywhere else.

“Steven,” Marc called out, low and dangerous, his eyes alight in the dim light of the apartment.

He stared ahead at those eyes, trying not to flinch. Back when all this living nightmare started, when strange things happened to him, when he had to fight for his life, when he almost died, when he almost lost Marc, when they fought Harrow, the strongest emotion that he felt was fear. It all but fled him now, as he walked closer to the lion’s den.

He dropped his bag thoughtlessly, shed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves so Marc could see where else Jake had left the traces of his touch. It was only through sheer embarrassment and a touch of insecurity that prevented him from baring his naked body altogether. But he didn’t need to, because Marc’s eyes progressively went wilder the more he took in the state Steven was in, the more he inhaled Jake’s and Steven’s scents, entwined closer than the bond that the three of them shared. Steven walked closer, and told himself not to back down, over and over again.

“What did you do?” Marc asked at last after an excruciating silence, their alphas clashing against each other, trying to see who could dominate the room. None of them would win, they both knew it, but they were too angry, too tired, to ever stop and think, to feel.

“What does it look like, Marc?” he shot back, standing just a few steps away from Marc.

Marc’s fists were curled tight on the table, any longer and his nails would pierce the skin; any longer and he’d be too coiled to talk, lost to the violence. So, Steven braced for it, squaring his shoulders and ignoring the ache in his heart. But the moment Marc saw him readying himself for an attack, all fight seemed to be drained from his body. He looked down, looked dejected and sad instead, and Steven looked away for a moment. The ache was stronger, louder in its cage.

When Marc stood up, a sigh escaping his lips, Steven still didn’t look at him. “Sleeping with him isn’t going to help with anything, Steven. So is your passive aggressiveness, or leaving around the divorce papers for me to see.”

Irritation climbed back into the foyer of his heart, cruelly shoving down the ache and longing. “Yeah?” he said, a sneer curling on his lips. Maybe he hung around Jake too much. Because never in his life that he would ever think he could be this angry, this vicious in taking down everyone with him, this desperate in showing that he was hurt and that he was ready to hurt others in return. The sneer felt strange, but he kept it intact as he shoved at Marc’s reaching hand. “So is running away from the problem, Marc. Ever thought of that? Of course you didn’t, because all you ever thought is yourself, and what you want, and never, never, once you ever asked me about how I want to do this.”

“Steven,” Marc said, almost pleading, grasping Steven’s shoulders and tightening his hold when Steven struggled. “We’ve talked about this. I told you, we couldn’t; we shouldn’t.”

“Then, perhaps, you shouldn’t have come back with me,” Steven said, hurt evident in his voice. God, and he had told himself to be strong, to not be weak to Marc’s somber eyes. A touch and he crumbled down to this bumbling, sensitive, weak man who couldn’t let go despite knowing that Marc was right. They couldn’t, they shouldn’t. “Shouldn’t tell me what to do and what not to do; shouldn’t mind if I’m with someone else.”

Then you should just leave me, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. It’d just hurt him more than it would Marc. Because Steven was aware that he had put too much of himself, of his hopes, into this mess.

Marc said it instead, then. “Do you want me to leave then?”

Steven looked at him, then, startled. He instinctively curled into himself, and Marc sighed in what felt like defeat. He carefully wrapped his arms around Steven, closing his palm over Jake’s bite mark on Steven’s nape. His breathing was harsh, but his touch was gentle, almost revering. Steven wanted to scream and hit this man with everything that he could. If Marc could touch him like this, then why were they stuck in this stalemate? If Marc didn’t want to leave either, then why was he so far to the touch, to what Steven had thought they both wanted? Nothing made sense anymore ever since they left the last battle against Harrow and Ammit.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered into the fabric of Marc’s shirt.

Marc curled his fingers into Steven’s hair, pulling him closer. “I won’t,” he replied, just as quiet. He sounded like it broke his heart to say it out loud. “You’re right,” he then said after he sucked in a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have told you how to live your life. You can—you can do what you want, Steven; be with anyone you want, with Jake, if that’s what you desire.”

Steven pulled away from the embrace, eyebrows drawn together, mouth slightly agape. “What—” he tried, but the rage was building up again, the hurt and the frustration and all the confusion that kept following him ever since Marc took his hand and led him back to this apartment. “That’s not what I meant, Marc. Why can’t you just—” he stopped himself, and gritted his teeth.

Marc stood there, looking helpless and Steven didn’t understand how he was the one looking like Steven just broke his heart when Marc was the one who laid all these rules, who touched Steven as if he wanted him, the one who kept leaving when Steven tried to reach out.

He turned on his heels and picked up his bag from the floor. He still had a mind to check on Gus, and felt a pang on his chest when he saw that the fish had been fed, the tank cleaned. All this shit Marc did for Steven, and he couldn’t even give the only thing that he truly wanted. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so sad. He tried not to feel bad when he slammed the door behind.

“Whatever is going on between you and him, I want no part of it,” Jake said easily as he let Steven in. “Damn, cariño, never seen you this angry before. Except maybe last night.”

Steven ignored him and flopped on the couch. It was brand new, just like everything else in the apartment because Jake didn’t waste time in shaping his life after he got his own body. Sometimes, Steven envied him, because now that they weren’t tied together, didn’t have to share one body anymore, didn’t need to serve a bloodthirsty god involuntarily, Jake already knew what he wanted, what he should do to get it.

Here Steven was, with freedom to live his life as his own person, yet he was still chained to the past, to the person whom he had belonged to. His own body, his own hands, his own legs, his own heart, and still Steven didn’t know how to stop being a part of Marc. Jake was right, as he sometimes reminded Steven when he was being like this, he was pathetic.

Jake poked him with his toe, and Steven grunted in reply, face still buried in the soft pillows. “Change your clothes, and take a shower. As much as I like you smelling like me, you reek.”

“And whose fault is that?” he quipped back, though he had to fight back a blush when Jake grinned dirtily at him. He fled to the bathroom faster than Jake could find the end of his laughter. He sighed as he looked at his reflection. He looked wrecked; no wonder Marc seemed ready to obliterate the nearest object in sight.

Marc had… this weird sense of possessiveness towards him, ever since they came back from the Duat. It started out subtle—him buying Steven clothes and perfumes, scenting him when he was about to go out, leaving his clothes on Steven’s bed, holding his nape, buying him food, glaring at anyone who dared to stare whenever they went out together. He first thought it was just because Marc was worried about him, but the more he did it, the more he realized that Marc was trying to leave his mark in all the indirect ways that he could.

He didn’t like seeing Steven talking to anyone who smelled like they had the barest hint of interest in him. He didn’t permit Steven going out with Scott after he reapplied for tour guide position at the museum. He bristled whenever someone approached them. The bluntest he had ever been was when he told Steven to not seek Jake out.

And Steven, stupidly enough, had been so obedient to Marc’s wishes, had been so happy to be taken care of, to have Marc’s attention and fleeting touch on him. Until he found the divorce papers again, that was.

The bang on the door pulled him back to the present, and he lifted his hands a little to see that they were pruned. No wonder Jake was impatient.

“Clothes are outside,” Jake called out. “Hurry up, little dove, or I’ll pee all over your bag.”

It made Steven laughed, if a little horrified. Jake was just… so different, than him and Marc. Steven knew he carried the most of the brunt from Marc’s childhood, that he had been the one protecting them when the assault was too much to handle, that he had saved their lives more times than they could count. But Jake was so inexplicably, unapologetically himself, even when he was still within the system, that it was just hard to ever see him as a part of Marc Spector. Perhaps, that was the reason why he went against what Marc had told him, and sought Jake out. He wanted to have something in his life that didn’t have anything to do with or remind him of Marc.

“Breakfast on the table,” Jake said, before he hurried into the bathroom as soon as Steven stepped out.

He put on the clothes Jake had given to him. They fit him just right, considering they were the same size, came from the same person. It didn’t stretch as much across the shoulders, since Steven didn’t have the luxury of having a muscled body without working out anymore. He really should hit the gym or something. Osiris’ gift wasn’t exactly immune to fat and laziness, after all.

The breakfast was vegan, and it brought a small smile to Steven’s lips. Jake didn’t really remember, or perhaps didn’t care enough, the first time around. But he got the message at last after Steven whined and grumbled as he set aside the meat from the food. Jake wasn’t as attentive as Marc, but he was more honest, if a bit rude and careless about Steven’s feelings. But it was nice to have someone who didn’t hide anything from him, including the horrible details about Jake’s decision to work as a hired gun now.

Marc didn’t notice the first time that Steven met with Jake, because he made sure to covered himself in scent blocker and the perfume Marc had bought for him each time he came home. But when he did, the fight was bad enough that Marc left for two days, and Steven went to work looking like he died twice within the span of five hours; bad enough for Steven to stop seeing Jake for some time, until he smelled an omega’s scent on Marc. That was the first time he slept with Jake, stumbling on his touch, yet determined all the same to forget about Marc’s scent, entwined with something else that made him think you should have been mine alone.

That thought horrified him, because despite his clear affection and desires, Marc wasn’t his. Marc was possessive to begin with because he only had few good things in life, so he clung to them with everything that he had. Steven could understand this. But he wasn’t. It was the first time he had felt that cruel, that possessive, that undignified in his jealousy. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Can I ask you to do something for me?” he asked when Jake came back.

“Depends on the rewards,” the man smirked, leaning down to loom over Steven. “What is it, little dove?”

“I want you to find out where Layla is right now,” Steven said, and Jake’s smirk faded.

The man pulled out a chair for himself, and sat down heavily. “Why do you want that information?”

“I thought you didn’t want to know?” Steven tried to joke, but it felt bland even to himself. He heaved a deep breath and put down his sandwich. “After the last battle, she asked Marc to leave with her. He didn’t.”

“He came back with you, I’m aware of this,” Jake nodded.

“Marc still kept the divorce papers in his bag,” Steven said, looking away for a moment. “He never signed it. Sometimes, he read them again, and he’d try to call Layla. He always ended the call before she could pick up. He never picked up her calls either.”

“So, you’ve given up, is what you’re telling me?”

Steven gave him a bitter smile. “I don’t think there’s even something to fight for to begin with.”

Jake considered him for a moment, gaze sharp and intrusive, and Steven fought not to squirm. Jake was the only one who got mismatched eyes after they were granted their own bodies. The red left eye felt like it was all seeing, all knowing; it glowed brighter when his alpha showed up, when both of his eyes were red. Steven still had difficulties to this day holding a staring contest with Jake because of it.

“Talk to him, one last time,” Jake said in the end. “If nothing good comes out of it, I’ll tell you where El-Faouly is.”

Steven’s lips trembled. He was tired of talking, sick of it, because nothing ever came out of his attempts to actually find out why Marc had come home with him instead of with Layla. All it ever did was made them fight, made them tense around each other, made the heartache and longing worse. He sounded small and hesitant when he said, “Can I stay with you when he leaves?”

Jake pursed his lips at Steven’s choice of words. “Sure,” he nodded. “Just make sure you remember that I’m not him.”

“I know,” Steven said, and it made his stomach churn. Jake and Marc might have been tied to the same soul, but they couldn’t be more different to each other. It wasn’t just the scent, it was the behavior, the mannerism, the mindset, the personality, everything. Steven wasn’t looking for a replacement. He just wanted someone who understood to be there with him. “Can I stay with you for a few days?”

Jake’s grin returned to his lips as he ruffled Steven’s curls. “Don’t hog the blanket. You know I keep a gun under my pillow.”

“Thank you for the hospitality,” Steven said dryly. “Very reassuring.”

“I aim to please, little dove,” Jake said smugly. “Now finish you breakfast, and for the love of fuck, don’t mope when I’m around. I’m a killer, not your therapist.”

Over the course of a few days, he adamantly ignored Marc’s texts. When he kept calling, Steven turned off the phone. Jake sighed and took out his cigarette as he handed Steven a stack of papers. It was Layla’s background and whereabouts, all the things that were more than what he had asked for. A particular detail made him feel like he was sucker-punched to the gut.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Jake said without looking at him. “Don’t say things you didn’t mean.”

Steven honestly didn’t even know what he wanted to say anymore. The small line on the paper was blurry in front of his eyes from how hard he was staring at it. He felt empty as he gathered his things around the room. His legs felt heavy, like they were tied to leads, and he was dragging his steps as he walked to the front door. He didn’t think he wanted to know in what way Marc could break his heart again.

But Jake’s words stayed with him. Don’t run away, little dove, you can’t outrun heartache. So, he walked out, and let his heart bleed even before Marc could shatter it.

Marc was on him immediately as soon as he stepped inside. His arms were tight, safe, as they wrapped around Steven. Marc’s familiar scent made Steven want to lean further into the embrace, made him want to cry and wish he’d never have these feelings to begin with. What use was talking this out if he already knew the bleak end? He wished that he stayed as a fracture of a mind, forever trapped within Marc, if only to never experience how it felt to have the man in his arms.

“I was worried something might happen to you,” Marc said against the skin of Steven’s neck, and he closed his eyes as he felt the warmth from those lips.

He wanted to stay in the embrace forever, to forget about anything and everything else. He was half-willing to stay in this stalemate, to ignore the mounting tension and desires, to be resigned to the fact that Marc would never claim him as his, to just be in this man’s arms for a short eternity, so he didn’t have to face the heartbreak. But the line was repeating endlessly in his head, and he pushed Marc away from him, arms weak and hesitant.

“Steven?” Marc called out, arms still holding around Steven’s shoulders. “Do you need some—oh.” Steven knew the exact time when Marc smelled Jake on him. He didn’t exactly hide it, didn’t think about hiding it. Couldn’t think of anything beyond the small line over Layla’s information. “You went to his place?” he asked, cautious, a clear displeasure he tried to keep out of his voice. He took a few deep breaths, and squeezed Steven’s shoulders. “It’s alright, Steven.”

It should be a reassurance, but to Steven, it felt like a confirmation instead. That Marc was willing to go to this length to keep him at bay, to create a distance between them that he had never wanted to cross. The stack of papers he had been holding, half-crumpled from how tight he had gripped it, he pushed it to Marc’s chest, who took it with a slight confusion.

Steven stepped away and put his bag on the table. He ambled away to his bed and sat on it, back turned towards Marc. He couldn’t bear to face the man when they talked about this. It was selfish, and perhaps, it was him running away. But his heart was breaking piece by piece and Steven was a weak, weak man towards Marc Spector. He wanted to be a coward if only to save himself a piece of his heart he could hold onto.

“Is that why you didn’t sign the papers?” he asked, voice soft. He heard Marc’s steps, padding towards where he was. Marc didn’t sit next to him, and though it hurt, Steven felt a little better about it. He didn’t think he could stop himself from begging Marc to stay if the man was to touch him again. “Because you have an unfinished bond with her? The mating bite didn’t take, did it? When you tried to call her, were you thinking of going back to her? To finish the bond?”

There was a heavy sigh, before Marc spoke. “Yes.”

Steven closed his eyes. He had expected as much, but it didn’t stop it from hurting so bad, an agonizing misery that spread throughout his body, made his lungs hollow so that ache could take place in their cradle. “Then go, Marc,” he said, couldn’t stop himself from breaking over the syllable. “Now you know where she is. You can go back to her.”

When Marc touched him, he didn’t fight it. All the anger, the frustration, the hope, they all fled him. All that was left was resignation. Marc’s face was somber, and he looked like he was barely holding himself back from pulling Steven into his arms again. “Steven,” he started, gentle and always so careful around Steven. “Did you ask Jake to do this?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. His eyes felt warm, the tears prickling yet unshed.

“Why?”

Why. Wasn’t that the question of the century? He laughed bitterly, and looked at Marc in the eyes. “You took my hand and took me home. You scented me over and over again. You don’t like it when other people are close to me. You don’t want me to be with someone else. You hold me close yet you keep me at an arm length. You smell like you want me, yet you look like you want to be anywhere but here.”

Marc listened to him. There was ache in his eyes, but Steven didn’t know what that meant. Didn’t know anything about him, at this point.

“If you don’t want me,” he continued, holding back his sobs, “if you really want to go back to her, then the least I could do was to make it easier for you. You can go, Marc. I won’t ask you to stay, I won’t ask you to have anything to do with me anymore.”

“Steven,” Marc said softly, cupping Steven’s face, eyebrows drawn together in visible pain when Steven couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. “Do you know why you wanted me to claim you?”

“Is that a trick question?” Steven asked between his sniffles. “Isn’t that obvious enough that I like you? My God, Marc, you know I’m bad at this. But I tried, because I thought you had wanted the same thing. Guess I thought wrong.”

“You didn’t,” Marc said, and Steven’s eyes snapped up at him, confusion coloring his gaze. Marc’s lips curled into a small smile, but the ache stayed in his eyes. “But I told you that we couldn’t. That we shouldn’t. Do you want to know why?”

Steven nodded, and waited with bated breath.

“You imprinted on me,” came the answer, and Steven reeled back from it. He didn’t understand, and there was a sliver of fear dredging up in his ribcage. He was starting to see why Marc was so adamant in refusing them both what they had wanted. “When we were in the boat, and we met for the first time, in different bodies. That’s when your alpha recognized me properly. When Jake and I came back for you on the Duat, that was when you imprinted on me. I know that you didn’t realize it, and I didn’t know how to tell you about it.”

“About what?” Steven asked, his throat suddenly dry, his voice rough. He almost didn’t want to hear the answer, because he knew that Marc would twist it into something his mind would make the most sense of, would change it entirely to satiate the self-hatred that Marc had for all his life.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, that what you’ve previously thought as affection and desires for me, are just something fabricated, because you latched onto the person you know the most, the person with the closest connection to you. You found out that your life is just one big, fabricated lie, and the only real thing was me. You are a part of me, and you unconsciously hold onto that.”

Steven was feeling sicker by the second, but Marc wasn’t done.

“You don’t want me, Steven,” he said with an empty smile. “You never did. You just thought that way because I’m the only one you ever trusted and knew with your whole heart.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stared at Marc; incredulity written all over his face. “Are you even hearing yourself, Marc?” he asked, voice near hysterical from his shock. “Do you really believe all those bullshits?” Marc closed his eyes, inhaling deep, as if trying to retain his patience. But Steven didn’t want to hear any of this anymore.

“I like you not only because you’re a part of me! I like you because you protect me when you don’t have to, when you tried your best to make my life into something I could enjoy without all the bloodshed. I like you because you are who you are, because you’re stubborn and heartless at times, but you’re the kindest person I’ve ever known,” he heaved several gulps of air, and he let out a frustrated grunt when Marc still looked like he was watching a trainwreck, and he was helpless in the face of it. “I like you because you always use the same bloody cup each time we have breakfast and you keep complaining but you never stopped me from yapping about what I thought. I like you because you’re Marc Spector that I’ve come to love, not—not because of some bullshit spiel about me wanting you just because my alpha had mistakenly thought so. Why couldn’t you see that, Marc, please.”

“I know,” Marc whispered. But he looked down, the set of his strong shoulders now limp and hunched. “But that’s only the answer to one of the questions, isn’t it?”

Steven bit back a sob and fought the desperation clawing at his throat. He let Marc inch closer, let him take a few breaths before he was ready enough to look at Steven properly. He felt like he was looking at a dying man, and Steven didn’t know why.

“You’re all I ever wanted, do you know that?” Marc started, his smile a tad more genuine as he brushed away a stray curl from Steven’s eyes. He roved his gaze over Steven, settling on his lips for a moment, before he looked away, pain and shame rolling off of him in waves, so strong that it filled the whole room. “Because that’s what you’re meant to be.”

There was a stone sinking in Steven’s stomach when he pieced the fragments together. He closed his eyes, knowing what Marc was going to say even before the man continued.

“I was aware of you since I was a child,” Marc said, sounding nostalgic and wistful. “When I presented as an alpha… I- I couldn’t handle what happened to Mom anymore, because she was all the more hateful of my status, said that it was figured I’d turned into an alpha, into a mindless beast, a killer. I was lost and you were all I had. My alpha imprinted on you on my first rut.”

Steven’s heart seemed to break even further, the tiny pieces lay on the foyer of his heart, waiting to be blown away by the wind until he couldn’t find them anymore. Hopelessness filled him to the bone, replacing his anger and frustration.

“I didn’t finish the mating bond with Layla because I couldn’t,” Marc said, caressing the side of Steven’s face. “I went with you because you’re the only one my alpha recognized, everything it ever desired. You imprinting on me isn’t a mere coincidence, Steven.”

“No,” Steven whispered, shaking his head as if he could reject the reality. “Don’t—please, don’t, Marc. You don’t know that, you don’t—”

“You want me because you’re made to be,” Marc finished, laying the last blow. “I’m sorry, I truly am. I know that you love me, and that you’re sincere about it. I know you, Steven. I made you to be someone I wanted to be, someone I wanted to have as a companion in my life, someone I can escape to from my misery. But this… this isn’t love, this isn’t what you truly want. There is no freedom in your choice, because of my mistake. I’m sorry.”

Steven opened his eyes at last, and gripped the collars of Marc’s shirt. “Then why bother denying it? If I’m the one you wanted, if you made me to be a perfect mate for you, and I’m finally here, then why are you running away from it? I don’t care, Marc. I don’t care! Why should it matter that you made me to be like this? These are still my feelings, they’re real, and I still want you. Then why—why can’t we—”

Marc closed his fingers over Steven’s, his gaze soft and understanding. “Because I won’t be able to live knowing that you didn’t have a choice, that you didn’t get the chance to find someone you’d actually love, instead someone you’re made to love.”

“That’s not how it works!” he insisted, trying so hard to make Marc come to his senses. “You only wanted to go back to Layla because you thought it’s the only choice, because of a sense of obligation. Where’s the freedom in that? If- if I’m someone made for you, then why won’t you accept me?”

Marc made to pull away, but Steven took ahold of him, climbed into his lap to keep him in place. “If you thought that I imprinted on you because I’m a part of you, then why didn’t I imprint on Jake? Why didn’t he feel the same towards you, if this is only about our connected soul? Marc, please, why won’t you let us have this?”

“We can’t,” Marc repeated, but even his words started to lack conviction.

“But you still want me, don’t you?” he asked, and found his answer in the helplessness of Marc’s gaze. “Then you can have me. You don’t—we don’t need to have anything between us if you don’t want to. But don’t- don’t go back to her, stay, with me. I won’t go to anyone, either. I just want you, only you.”

The more he talked, the more Marc looked like he was pierced in the heart by a spear. He cupped Steven’s face and leaned up to press their foreheads together gently. “Don’t do this to yourself, sweetheart.”

Steven swallowed back an anguish sob and cradled Marc’s face. “Don’t go,” he whispered against Marc’s lips. “Please don’t let me go.”

Marc closed his eyes, sorrow in the flutter of his lashes. When he surged up to kiss Steven, all he could taste was the unshed tears and misery. But he was here, within Steven’s arms, staying despite everything. And even if this felt like defeat more than anything, Steven kept the broken pieces of his heart and offered them to Marc’s cold hands.

Even if there were no sunny days for them tomorrow, even if there was no warmth in the tangle of their lips, even if there was a yawning void between them, then Steven would take it. If the abyss was all he had, the only place he was heading towards, as long as Marc was there, then he’d willingly let himself fall.

Just so Marc wouldn’t let him go. Just so he could have this empty love for a moment longer.

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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33roda · 3 years

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GOD literally all i want in life is to peg the absolute hell out of Tartaglia

I wanna tie him down with his hands above his head when he gets too bratty, and i wanna watch him struggle and talk back, and then make him cry from how hard i fuck him on my strap. i wanna slap him and pull his hair and leave bruises all over him he would never be able to cover up, bonus points if we are T4T.

and then after i spent so long breaking him, i wanna give him the softest aftercare he’s ever had. helping him drink some water, telling him how good he did and how much i care about him, pressing soft kisses on all the bruises i left on him, holding him close, making him feel loved and cared for.

rough play + soft aftercare >>>>

♡ i absolutely agree,, he just loves the pain! i hope i did this justice, anon <3

♡ tags: masochist!childe, pegging, slapping, spit, brat!childe

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"I don't break easily, you know," he smirked at you, as if his hands weren't tied up above his head, body bare for you to play with. "You should go harder. You're being too gentle,"

You sat between his legs, stroking circles around his chest and thighs with your fingers, stopping upon hearing his teases. You scoffed, pulling his hair to the side as you leaned towards his ear, "You really think a brat like you even deserves to get fucked?" resting your hand on his chest, you whispered. "You're such a brat, Ajax. You could've just asked nicely," he looked at you, his seemingly unwipeable smugness eliciting a slap from you. It only made his grin spread further, though.

"Finally, some roughness! I didn't know you had it in y- OHmfffff-"

Poor baby wasn't expecting you to just suddenly grab his dick, but you had to shut him up. Talking back just wasn't gonna do, was it? "I'll show you what brats like you deserve, since you want it so much," you held your cock, admiring how red his dick got just from you grabbing him, before aligning yourself to his hole. "I bet you'd love two at once, wouldn't you? just to see how much you can spread that pretty hole of yours, right?"

He wanted to test your limits - refusing to show pleasure, holding back his gasps, trying his best to stay still - all just to rile you up. "It'd be better than whatever the fuck it is you're giving me right now," he looked at you, feigning disappointment. "Where'd the big, tough, Y/N go-" Slap! another slap to the face.

"Shut up and take what I give you, understood?" You rammed into him with all the strength you could muster, pretty sure it was hurting him - not that he seemed to mind. "I'll be abusing your pretty hole as I wish, you don't get a say in how I do it, bitch." holding his face in place, you spat on his cheek. His reaction seemed like he was already about to cum just from your roughness, his cock throbbing as if asking for more. "So fucking dirty,"

"Just move already, gods!"

"Act like a brat, get treated like one," you snickered before finally pulling back out of him, only to slam back in, his ass jiggling slightly and reddening with every thrust into him. No matter how hard he tried, you could still hear how his breath hitched as he struggled to keep his moans in. Slap! "Don't hold back your moans, pretty boy," Slap! "You've been so bad already, haven't you? it's the least you can do!" Slap! You could slap that sweet face of his all night, watching how red his cheeks get as he groans from the slight sting.

"Mmh.. harder," he gasped, "if you're gonna slap me, at least do it right," he tried to grin but failed, his face numb from all the slapping, pathetically just opening his mouth as drool leaked out.

"You just want me to use your whole body, don't you? bruise it all up?" stopping your thrusts to give him a slap to the chest, before thrusting back in to hit his spot perfectly, evident from the choked out moan he gave from just you entering him. "Did my baby already go dumb from how hard I'm fucking him? Look how much you're drooling," you taunted. He only moaned louder, as if he didn't even hear you, throwing his head back so engulfed in pleasure.

"Don't fucking stop, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum!" he heaved, trying not to choke on his own spit as you continued slapping his already red chest, before stopping all movement. "Wh-what the fuck!? why'd you stop, you bitch!"

How adorable. "Awh, I thought you said you don't break easily, little baby?" you snickered. "That's all you are right now, just a fucking brat. Isn't that right dear?"... no response. Slap! "I said, isn't that right? I'm not moving unless you say it yourself,"

"...F-fine. I'm your brat." You raised an eyebrow, clearly unhappy with his answer. "I-I'm your little slut, I want you to fucking ruin me!"

You fucked into him again, determined to make him cum this time. "Keep going, baby," you playfully cooed, admiring how absolutely ruined his body looked for you. His face and chest red, glistening with tears and spit, his cock blushing and twitching, almost like it was begging for release. You almost felt bad for him, but gods was it hot.

"Please, please let me cum! I'm yours to break, I need it so bad - hmmfffffg- ah!" mouth wide open, he threw his head back as his whole body twitched, finally releasing his cum all over himself. It was almost funny how hard he came - pretty baby looked so wrecked, whole body blushing with cum splattered all over his torso, body pouring with sweat and hair all messy. Leaving him to take his breath, you sensed he was gonna say some bratty remark before you slammed into him again.

"Who said I was done breaking you, baby?"

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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years

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congrats on the new followers! what about 108 + 126 with dami and wife!reader?

108. "If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come over I'm bending you over the bed," and 126. "Y-you're not...w-wearing anything under that, are you?" with Damian Wayne.

ty! i feel like damian would marry someone able to keep up with his sass while throwing some of their own back at him, so a bit of a bratty reader for you <3 i also exposed my slight daddy kink so don’t hate me 🔫

You were trying to goad him. Unfortunately for Damian's ego, it was working.

He watched you twist around in front of the mirror, enjoying the shape of your figure in your new clothes. It'd taken hours of convincing (and a couple threats), but Damian finally coaxed you to let him take you on a shopping trip. Wayne Enterprises had granted him a raise for work that was completely his own. The only way Damian wanted to celebrate was by spoiling another thing that completely belonged to him. He'd worked hard to be his own man in the past few years, and today he'd seen the fruits of his labor. His beautiful wife was happy because of something he'd orchestrated. Damian's reputation was great, and not because of his name or his titles. He lounged by the fireplace in your bedroom, twice as smug as usual.

"Really, Damian, thank you," you told him, sounding bashful. "You could've spent that money on anything, but you spent it on me."

He watched you slip out of one of the party dresses you'd picked out for yourself, the light of the fire throwing soft shadows along your nude body. Damian openly stared, but without (much) sexual intent - just pride. Pride and love. This was his wife, and she enchanted him with every step. You pulled the fabric around your hips until it dropped around your ankles, and Damian's cock twitched in his pants.

He clicked his tongue. "TT." Damian lifted the rim of his teacup to his lips, rumbling, "You needed clothes."

To seduce me with, Damian thought, eyes wandering. You found something comfy to change into and hopped into it right in front of Damian, snugly snapping the waistband of some sweatpants around your middle and dropping a loose shirt over your nude chest. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, and you turned back to him with a smile.

“I was thinking about running to pick up some stuff for a night in. Popcorn, desert, that kind of thing.” You danced around the back of his chair and draped your arms over his shoulders, kissing sweetly at the side of his face. “Maybe we could watch a movie together.”

Damian pressed his lips together, eyes squinted with displeasure. “Now?” He grunted.

“Yes, now, Damian.”

You released him to perch on the arm of his chair, making it all too easy for Damian to hook an arm around your waist and drop you down into his lap. A deeper warmth blazed across your face at his blatantly possessive scowl. “But you’re not wearing anything under that.”

“Oh, c’mon,” you roll your eyes, “it’s hot out and who’s really going to see? Some cashier who won’t give me a second glance?”

Damian set down his cup and flushed his hands around your ribs, mapping upward and brushing your breasts beneath the fabric. You were pulled into his body until his chest was snug against your back, dropping a gasp from your lips.

Petulantly, Damian dragged his mouth down your neck and mumbled, “Someone other than me. That is who will see.”

He didn’t actually mean it. Damian, after years of years of being treated like an object himself, was well aware that you both were entitled to control of your bodies. He was playing, which made it even cuter. The whole “you belong to me thing” was sexy, and was made sexier when it was something you could both flick on and off at will. At the moment... you did not want him to shut it off. You wanted to be his, wanted him to take you.

To tease him, you set your hands on the armrests and started to push out of his hold. Damian let you, but if his hands didn’t pull you back, the power in his voice certainly did.

“If you try to leave the house in those clothes,” he warned, “I’m throwing you on the bed and bending you over my knee.”

“Ooh,” you fake-shivered, “I’m so scared—”

In an instant, Damian’s hips were thrust forward into your ass, and your wrists were snapped together and pulled closer to him in one harsh tug. You yelped in strained surprise, which Damian met with a smooth chuckle.

“Hmm,” he purred. “It appears all the coddling I’ve done today has made you bratty, Mrs. Wayne. I think I’ll give you a spanking either way, if you plan to be in such an indulgent mood. Are you going to test me further, Y/N?”

You glared at him, but holding in your excitement was too hard. A grin pinched your cheeks. “Kiss my ass, Damian—”

Twice as fast as before, you were whipped onto your belly and your sweatpants were torn down your legs, exposing your ass once more to the humid air. His hand viciously struck your left cheek, and the dual sensation of the sting and your pussy throbbing wrenched a whine from your throat. Being pushed across his thighs like that had shoved your shirt up and over your tits. Volcanic lust burned deep in your gut - in less than a second, he’d ripped back the curtain to reveal the slut beneath. You struggle to balance, recklessly bracing your palms on the floor. The slap on its own was orgasmic, but coupled with Damian’s anger and the debauched scene - your pliant body greedily lapping up his punishments - you were effectively soaked.

Like this was every other day for him, Damian leaned over you and took a refined sip of his tea.

“I hate you,” you mewled.

Damian snorted. “That wedding ring on your finger tells me otherwise. Now, count to ten. Naughty girls get ten spankings.”

His voice dripped with blistering enjoyment, and you knew that the villainous delight Damian was spending on you now was the last sadism from his assassin days. Damian wasn’t evil anymore, but this was the one time of day where your heart would skip a beat on the subject - if there was ever a moment he’d start plotting to take over the world, it was probably this one. Needless to say, it was fucking delectable.

“Ready?” He purred.

You closed your eyes, snapped your teeth around the bunched fabric of your own shirt, and nodded your head - probably with hearts blazing in your vision.

Damian reeled back his hand and delivered a blow worthy of a world-class assassin. You felt your own ass jiggle, literally jiggle, from the weight of the hit. You poured a shuddering shout into your homemade gag, “O-One!”

Again and again, Damian rounded on you. He’d punished you enough times to perfect the process, so his hits were periodic, but with enough time in between to let you gather your bearings, and yet still short enough to make your ass burn just how you adored. You sent a mental thank you to whoever had given him that beautiful brain, because Damian was quick to deduce what you wanted. If the sound you made was a little too soft, the next slap would come harder, ringing through the room in loud, solid notes. His hand must sting. He must like it, since he kept going with such revelry.

After the tenth, your toes were curled in and wounded tightly to your under-thighs, which were crossed, desperately clenching for any stimulation you could get. Delighted tears slipped from your eyes. Finally, you spat out your shirt and said with aching lips, “D-do you forgive me, daddy?”

Another vicious slap, this time on the left. Damian’s voice was sharp. “What did I tell you about calling me that, pet? Go on. Tell me precisely what I said.”

“I-if I called you that... I...” you squeezed your eyes shut, “m’ only supposed to say it when I really want to be fucked... when I want you ‘t make me forget my own name...n’ I do.” You sucked in a breath, “I took my spankings so well, Damian... please?”

He sipped his tea. He thought on it, turning the idea around in his mind. You could feel his thumb stroking your behind, no doubt admiring how red it was because of him.

“Ten more,” Damian said, his smile downright crocodilian, “and perhaps I’ll consider it.”

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Crime & Punishment (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Your CEO catches you in the office late at night watching naughty videos and decides to show you just how naughty girls are punished.

Warnings: Dub con, spanking, masturbation

Word count: 3k

You sat at your desk and watched the sun start to set on another dreary New York Friday. The rest of the staff on your level had left almost over an hour ago but you had agreed to be the one to stay behind to assist the West Coast should any problems arise. The pro was getting to start work later but the obvious con was sitting alone in an office building late at night whilst the rest of your co-workers started their weekend.

It didn't bother you so much. You lived alone - you worked alone. You were used to being alone. The night shift in the office was quiet. California very rarely ever called you with problems at this time of night. It was peaceful. You’d do what you always do when you had quiet time. You pulled out your phone and escaped into your fantasy world that would always stay just that - a fantasy.

You read your dirty stories, your smut. You looked around to make sure you really were alone. Nobody wandered down to your level at this time of night. You hadn’t seen your boss in weeks - he only showed up when something was wrong so the less you saw of him the better. Although - he wasn’t so hard on the eyes. Steve Rogers - CEO. Young for a CEO but such a babe. Strong muscular build with a beard that just screams daddy. It was no wonder when you read your stories, the dark mysterious man always morphed into a familiar face in your mind. The things you would love that man to do to you.

Lost in your daydream you kept scrolling, not paying attention to the world around you. Lost in your own fantasies. You failed to notice footsteps approaching your desk. Failed to notice the figure looming behind you. Watching as you scrolled through videos of naughty schoolgirls having their bottoms turned a nice shade of pink.

“You know - watching porn on work time is punishable by immediate termination”

The boding voice made you jump out of your seat, your phone falling out of your hands and straight to Mr Rogers’ feet.

“I didnt..I wasn’t...i’m sorry” You stuttered...desperately trying to grab the phone from the ground and stop the video that was playing. It was too late. Your boss had the phone in his hands and could see all too well what you had been doing.

“Are you going to try to tell me this was an accident? You just stumbled across this website and accidentally watched this video?” He spoke so smoothly with a smirk adorning his face.

You were silent. What could you say? You had just been caught red handed by the very person you had been fantasizing about.

He turned your phone off and placed it on the desk next to you. You kept your eyes down and twisted your fingers in your hands. You stared at the ground and prayed that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. This was the most humiliating moment of your life. It couldn't get any worse.

“I could fire you…” He paused. Another smirk lining his face. “Or we could come up with another punishment to fit the crime”

“Anything...please. I need this job” Your voice was shaky. But you were confident. If he was willing to give you another chance you would take it.

“Oh sweetheart, you shouldn't go making deals with the devil. You are bound to get burnt”

He closed the gap between you and lifted your chin to meet his eyes.

“Bend over the desk”

You hesitated. Had you heard him correctly? He couldn't be serious. You searched his eyes to see if he was joking.

“Or you can pack your things and leave and never return. Which will it be?”

He crossed his arms. His face was hard to read. This man was strong and intimidating but this was coercion. Was he really capable of this?

The fear was evident in your body language but deep down there was a part of you that was secretly excited by the prospect of what was to come.

You moved slowly but efficiently. You laid your body over the desk and stretched your arms out in front of you. You could no longer see Steve but you could feel him. He ran his fingers down your spine. Your body was scared - the hairs on your arms standing up. But your mind - your mind was racing with all the possibilities of what was about to happen.

Steve placed his hands at the base of your skirt and lifted it slowly to reveal your white cotton panties. Your cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Of course you hadn't thought to put on sexy lacy underwear. Nobody would see them. He rolled the skirt all the way up to your waist and left it there with your ass on display.

“Hmmmm - what to do with you?” He questioned. You’d never heard him so satisfied. You only ever heard him barking orders or demanding answers. This was a completely different voice. A voice which quite literally sent shivers down your spine.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” You could hear him rolling up the sleeves on his dress shirt. Running his fingers over your underwear.

“No” You shook your head. You had imagined it in your head over and over again but you could never voice your fantasies out loud.

He quickly pulled your ponytail sharply - snapping your head up off the desk.

“No - what?” He spoke forcibly. Now your body was terrified. Your legs shaking and sweat started forming on your forehead.

“No...sir?” You phrased it as more of a question than a statement. Not sure exactly what he was looking for but desperate to please him.

He released your hair and gently pushed your face back down onto the desk. Apparently that was the right answer.

“I think ten smacks with my hand will be a good start. You don’t need to count”

He walked around to the side to give himself the room that he needed. Your heart was beating so fast and so loud you were almost certain he could hear it.

The first smack took you by surprise. A lard thud on your right butt cheek. The surprise of the hit shocked you more than the pain did. It wasn't so bad. You could take 10 of these. Especially with your underwear on to protect you. You were at least grateful for that small mercy.

He didn't wait very long for the next smack. This one hurt a little more. You let out the breath you had been holding but still didn't speak a word. You tried hard to keep your mouth closed throughout the next few hits but the pain was increasing. His delicate hands crashing down on your ass in quick succession alternating from left to right. You could feel tears filling in your eyes. From pain or humiliation you weren't sure.

At about smack number 5 you let out your first yelp. What you thought would come out as a cry of pain sounded more like a moan of pleasure. The spanking hurt and Steve was not holding back. He barely waited between each hit and showed no sign of slowing down. You were not enjoying this. You couldn't. This was supposed to hurt but you felt your body betraying you. Or was your mind betraying your body?

At smack number 10 you finally let the tears spill over from your eyes but still keeping your mouth closed. It quivered but you wouldn't dare speak or let him hear you. You could feel him rub his hand over your bottom in a surprising show of kindness. He gently ran his hand up your back and flicked the hair out of your face and to one side.

“That's a good girl. Take a deep breath for me now” His words were like music to your ears. You had no idea how much you wanted to please him. How much you wanted him to be happy with you. You followed his instructions and took a big gulp of air. You kept your body laying over the desk - too scared to move or do anything that could upset him.

“You did so well for your first time. Lets see if you liked what I did to you”

Your tears were almost gone now. Your shock and fear were replaced by a whole new range of emotions. Excitement...lust.

He dipped his fingers into your panties and dragged them down to your feet. He helped you lift up to your feet one by one and placed the panties in his pocket. He kicked your feet apart and forced your body to spread itself on display.

“Oh my - you certainly did enjoy your spanking”

You buried your face into the desk and curled your fingers in embarrassment. You wanted to tell yourself you didn't enjoy what he was doing to you. The pain was intense but you couldn't hide the juices leaking out of your pussy and graciously down your thighs. You were beyond wet. You were dripping.

Steve ran a finger through your slit and the moan that escaped your lips could not be controlled. He held his glistening fingers up to the light and inspected your arousal.

Your body was on fire. The spanking had left your behind burning but your pussy was throbbing. Your clit felt electric and you tried desperately to get the much needed friction on it to give you a spark.

Steve could see you rubbing your cunt against the desk desperately like a dog on heat. You were past the point of caring now. Humiliation had taken a back seat now and the driver was your absolute need to orgasm. There was no other thought - you had never needed to get off more than at this very moment.

Steve dipped his fingers back to your slit and ran them up towards your clit eliciting yet another guttural moan from your lips. His touch felt like a live wire had just been connected to your pussy and you were being electrocuted.

He removed his finger after just a brush against your clit and watched you try desperately for more. More friction...more anything. You needed more.

“Get up on the desk. On your hands and knees” He ordered. That was the voice you were used to. The one that always got what he wanted. Nobody questioned him when he demanded something and this wasn’t a question. It was an order. Who were you to disobey?

You complied instantaneously. Keeping your head forward and lifting your body up onto the table on full display for Steve to see. He pushed your shoulders down so that you were on your elbows but still keeping your ass in the air. Your body shivered in anticipation.

You could still feel the heat on your ass from your spanking. It felt as though welts might appear in the shape of his hand prints. That thought got you even more excited. A temporary reminder of what had happened tonight. That this was real.

Steve placed an object in your hand. It was small - cylindrical shaped. Almost like a tube of lipstick. Except - he flicked a switch on the object and you instantly knew what this was. The vibrations ran all down your arm. It was tiny but powerful. A bullet vibrator. He had this in his pocket? You’d have to come back to that thought later. Right now all you knew is that you were naked from the waist down, horny as fuck and you had a vibrator in your hands.

“I want to see you cum” He stated matter of factly. How you wished you could see his face right now. But then again, your boss is looking at your ass and pussy on full display right now. Maybe not being able to look him in the eyes is a good thing.

You took the bullet in your hand and slipped it straight down to your clit. The sensation made you jolt immediately and almost threw you off balance. Steve was still there, his hands on your hips instantaneously to steady you. You got back to work and placed the vibrator back on that sensitive bundle of nerves. It wouldn’t take long for you to get off like this. It would be embarrassingly quick.

SMACK. You heard the smack before you felt the familiar burn of the hit on your ass.

“Ow...fuck” You were not prepared for that. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy for you. Your hand holding the vibrator had slipped back onto the desk to steady yourself from the new onslaught.

“Put that back on your clit now” His voice was low but menacing. Your need to please him...to obey him was back. Your body quickly following his command before your brain could even comprehend what you were doing.

The sting from his hit had faded slightly but the burn remained. The fire was spreading to your cunt and whilst the spanking had put a small delay in your orgasm, it still wouldn't take long. The fight between pain and pleasure in your mind was confusing but pleasure was winning. It always would.

“9 more smacks and then you can cum. Don’t you dare cum before i’ve hit you 10 times” That made things a little more complicated. His voice was threatening. You couldn’t let him down. Not now.

You placed the bullet back on your clit and your body shook with excitement. You were more prepared for the next hit but you were not prepared for the reaction your body would have to the pain. As if on cue, you could feel that familiar sensation in your body. Your orgasm was quickly building. The next two hits came in quick succession. Your legs started to quiver. Your head started to shake back and forth. No no no no. It was happening too fast.

He kept spanking, switching between each butt cheek and alternating where he hit. You barely noticed the pain - instead focusing on how many slaps were landing on your sore behind.

“Please...PLEASE…” You were begging. Desperately. That was the only word you could say right now. Unable to form sentences. Your brain was unable to function right now as your pussy was in charge and nothing else in the world mattered. The sensation had moved from your belly down to your clit and was going to explode any second now. You counted. Nine...Ten...and then - nothing. You were floating...as if there was nothing around you. No desk...no office...just darkness. And then as if you had fallen straight back to earth - your orgasm ripped into you. The feeling took over you as if you had been hit by a freight train. Your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm and your pussy clenched in on itself as it rode out the shockwaves with the rest of your body.

You dropped the bullet onto the desk and curled yourself into a ball. Your body still shaking from the aftershock of the most intense orgasm you had ever had in your life. Your breathing was staggered...almost to the point of hyperventilating. ‘As your senses slowly started coming back to you, you could feel Steve’s hands rubbing your ass. Smoothing away the pain.

The reality of what you had just done was starting to sink in. An overwhelming sense of dread taking over your body. Your body was now choosing between fight and flight and running away seemed like the best option right now. You snapped your head up to look at the culprit behind these feelings and your body followed quickly after. You stood up off the desk and peeled your skirt back down to give yourself a tiny bit of dignity back.

You slammed your laptop shut and slid it straight into your bag. You grabbed your phone and handbag and swung around to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Hey hey hey...wait…” His voice was calm, soothing almost. His arms out as they tried to stop you from your escape. Trying to placate you and reason with you. You were beyond reasoning right now.

The tears were back and you could feel a sob building in the back of your throat.

“I can’t….I have to go” You managed to squeak out without sobbing. You started to head for the elevator before his hands were on you again.

“Please...just stop. Let’s talk about this” He was always the voice of reason. A smart business man like him...he knew how to get his way.

“No...i just...I have to go” Your quivering lip giving away your emotion that you were trying to keep bubbled inside of you. You swerved from his grasp and pressed the button on the elevator. He kept his distance from you sensing your fear. You got in and pressed the button for the lobby and kept your head down. Not able to look at him. You didn't want to see his face. His pity. You just needed to get out.

Your trip home was a blur. Somehow you put one foot in front of the other and found yourself in your apartment. Alone. Confused. Angry. A shower would wash away the shame that was enveloping your body. You stripped away your clothes only vaguely registering the fact that you were still missing your underwear.

Once the steam had started to rise from the shower indicating that the water was indeed scolding hot - you slowly placed your head under the spray and let the cascade wash away your tears. You ran your hands through your hair and ran it down your body until they landed on your butt. There was that reminder. That physical painful reminder of the shameful slutty act you had done. The guilt washed over you like a slap in the face.

You allowed yourself to be spanked...by your boss and you masturbated yourself to a mind blowing orgasm...in front of your boss. You consented to this. When you allowed yourself time to think about the severity of what you had done you realized with absolute certainty that you had enjoyed it. You loved it. You craved it. It was everything you had ever wanted and more.

After an eternity, you left the sanctum of your shower and dressed in your pajamas. You grabbed your phone and switched it back on. Nobody would be looking for you. There would be no messages. Except there was. A few missed calls and a text. From an unknown number.

Please let me know that you got home ok.

Your fingers hovered over the phone. Before you could reply a calendar invite popped up.

Meeting. 8pm. Monday night. Steve Rogers office.

Accept or Decline?

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seokjinsdisciple · 3 years

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forbidden fruit - part one

mark x reader (literally all smut and completely self-indulgent)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

UNEDITED

if you see this and you know me. inreal life, no you didn’t

word count: 3.8k (blame red wine me)

warnings: language, fingering, choking kinda? (mark chokes himself), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, handjob, sub mark, blowjob, mentions of virginity and religion, uh wet dreams, sex toys, probably more lmk what i missed

You had met Mark 3 years ago in your church’s youth group. You never really liked church if you were honest, finding the whole thing rather stupid. However, Mark made coming to church very worth it. He was your age, the pastor’s son and probably the most handsome boy in your small town.

You spent your high school years pining after the boy. Your hormones were out of control and associating all horniness with his face. A real problem when you had to spend hours with him at church.

You ran into him one day on your campus your freshman year, his face lighting up as the two of you made small talk. You talked pretty regularly after that, becoming closer than you had been before, and when the two of you moved in together you thought all of your wet dreams were about to come true.

At least until Mark drunkenly confessed to you one night that he was “like totally a virgin, dude.”

The two of you were giggling messes, too many bottles of empty soju surrounding where you sat on the floor. Mark’s cheeks were deep red seconds after the words came out of his mouth.

“Yo, I can’t believe I just said that, omg,” he said, hands covering his face as his ears reddened.

“It’s ok, Mark,” you giggled, pulling his hands off of his face, “I kinda figured you were.”

You hadn’t, but you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed, and you certainly didn’t want him to stop talking about it.

“Really?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face, “are you too?”

“No,” you giggled, hands covering your own face now, Mark’s whine ringing out in your mostly empty living room.

“This-uh,” Mark whispered, “Sorry if this is uh- a weird question and you totally don't have to answer if you don't want to dude, but what did it feel like?”

So you told him, you answered every question he had that night. And when the two of you drunkenly parted ways, it was with a stickiness between your legs and an obvious tent in his pants. And that was the start of your current relationship with Mark.

It had been awkward at first, after that night. But he had started asking you more and more questions. They started off innocently enough, like what kissing felt like. Yeah, he was that innocent. But the questions started getting more and more sexual, and it was getting harder and harder to control yourself around him.

You found yourself starting off simply at first. Changing what you wore around the house. It began by you wearing shorter and shorter pj bottoms. And then by wearing tops that gradually increased in sheerness, until you started just wearing oversized t-shirts. Losing pieces of underwear as you went.

Yeah, you were trying to seduce him. But who could blame you? Mark was the center of your wet dreams, and he had been so since the start of 8th grade. So who were you to deny his request?

It had been a regular Tuesday, classes attended and dinner shared when a blushing Mark had turned to you on the couch.

“Something has been happening to me,” he confessed, his bright pink cheeks enough to make you soften.

“Are you ok?” you had asked, completely convinced that he had never approached any topic like this before with you.

“It’s just-,” he started, glancing nervously to the clasped hands in his lap, “I’ve been thinking about all the answers you’ve given me about...sex and all that. And well everytime that happens, I get this...heat in my abdomen. And no matter what I can’t make it go away.”

“Mark-,” you breathed out, glancing swiftly down to where, sure enough, there was a tent in his pants, “Are you talking about being horny?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, flushing an (impossibly) deeper shade of pink.

“Oh sweetheart,” you whispered, “Are you feeling the heat in your abdomen now?”

You smiled gently as he nodded shyly back at you. Encouraging him with your facial expression as you hummed in acknowledgement.

“This is called being horny, Mark.” you spoke, much more calmly and clearly than you thought possible because of the heat tickling your own lower half. “What do you normally do when you feel this way?”

“I-I don’t normally do anything,” Mark admitted, eyes flicking up to yours for just a moment before settling back to his own clasped hands, “I just try to distract myself until it goes away.”

“Oh you poor thing,” you whispered, drawing your hand up to Mark’s face and caressing it gently, “Have you ever made yourself cum, Mark?”

Mark looked up at you again, confusion on his brow as he shook his head, “I don’t know-know what you mean.”

“You’re such a sweet angel,” you said, “Would you like me to show you how you can make it go away?”

Mark’s eyes connected with yours, and finally, they stayed there. He looked deep in thought, but before you could rush to apologize and hurry back to your room, he spoke.

“You can make it go away?” he asked hesitantly, and god did you want to ruin him on the spot. Wrap your lips around him and make him curse the lord he so deeply believed in. But you held back. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him away.

“I can show you,” you spoke slowly, “if you want me to.”

“I think I might like that,” he whispered, the bob of his adams apple making you grow damp between your thighs. There was just something about Mark that made you insatiably hungry. And not for a meal.

You scooted closer to him on the couch, ignoring the thumping of your heart and the wetness between your legs as you spoke, “I’m gonna tell you what you need to do. And you’re gonna listen, aren't you, baby?”

Mark’s eyes widened as he gulped, but he still nodded his head. You felt a little bad for how nervous he seemed, considering how excited you were.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, analyzing his face closely. When he nodded you just tutted at him, “I need words, Mark.”

“Yeah,” he spoke, “I really want to do this.”

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him, “I want you to start by letting your hands explore. Touch everywhere, slowly, and find what feels best for you, Mark.”

You watched intently as he slowly brought his hand up to his neck, letting his fingers hesitantly dance across his skin. His eyes shot to yours when he shuddered, unable to stop himself.

“Is-is that good?” he asked, whining as he dropped his hand to his chest.

“You’re doing so good, Mark,” you encouraged, hesitantly placing your hand on his thigh, “Is it ok if I touch you like this?”

Mark nodded so quickly you almost laughed, the blush dusting his cheeks almost as cute as the way he squirmed under your grasp. His breathing increased as you crept your fingers slowly up his thigh. You let your hand rest on his hip, splaying your fingers so close to his dick but so far away.

“You’re- you’re making it worse,” he stuttered out, letting out a shocked moan as his fingers brushed over his nipple.

“No, baby,” you smirked at him, “I’m making it better.”

Mark’s cock jumped in his sweats, his blush deepening as he let out another quiet moan, “I- I like it when you call me that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “I’m glad you like being called baby, it suits you.”

His breath hitched as you dipped a finger beneath the band of his sweats, letting it rest there. You smiled when his hands met yours, grabbing his pants and tugging them off. You almost moaned as his glistening red cock slapped his stomach. He hadn’t been wearing underwear.

“What do I do now?” he whispered, eyes blown out with lust and hair perfectly tousled.

You let your finger trail up to where a bead of precum rested on the head of his dick. You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure, breath knocked out of him as you swirled the wetness around the tip.

“Make sure your hand is wet enough,” you said, spitting into your hand, smirking as Mark’s eyes shot open at the noise, flickering down to where your hand was hovering over his cock.

You watched as he swallowed, his own fingers curling into the couch as he said, “Will you please touch me now?”

“How could I say no when my baby asks so nicely,” you said, eyes never leaving his face as you finally wrapped a hand around his length.

Mark was a sight to behold. Sweat glistened on his forehead as you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock. The guttural moan he let out was enough to have you cumming in your pants, but you held strong. Well as strong as you could as he clung onto your form. You dragged your hand slowly up his length, thumb flicking over the head of his cock as he groaned into your shoulder.

You felt on top of the world, Mark’s pleasure the direct response to every flick of your wrist. You barely recognized him. Whining, needy mess as he mewled into your shoulder.

“Mo-mommy,” he whimpered, hands quickly finding your core, “Can I touch you too?”

Who were you to deny your polite boy, quickly and ungracefully shoving your panties to the side to give Mark an easier access to your heat. You’d be lying if you said the term mommy had no effect on you. In fact, you were dripping at this point, just one look at Mark enough to make your pussy throb in need. Not that you would tell him that.

“Baby,” you said quietly, guiding Mark’s over-enthusiastic hand to your clit, “right here, keep rubbing in circles.”

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, shoving his reddened face into your shoulder as your wrist moved quicker up and down his length.

“Good boy,” you groaned, squirming where you sat on the couch as Mark slipped a finger into your dripping cunt.

You were getting each other off at an inhuman pace, the two of you squirming and wiggling where you sat. The pleasure of it all too much to take. This was Mark’s first time feeling any contact on his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you never dreamed of Mark’s fingers pumping into you at the pace they were now.

This was the definition of a wet dream, for both of you. And as you came with his fingers reaching a place in you no one else had reached before, you were determined to make Mark cum.

You flicked your thumb around the head of his cock, watching with half lidded eyes as he shuddered. He was putty in your hands, and there was no way in hell that he would ever be able to touch himself the way you were touching him now. And you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about in this moment was throwing him off the edge with you. Corrupting that sweet little church boy the only way you knew how.

It was with a satisfying grin and an earth-shattering moan from Mark as you watched cum spurt from him. Eyes scrunched in pleasure as his entire body shook with a feeling he had never experienced before. An orgasm.

You watched in wonder as he clung onto you. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he threw his head back on the couch. You watched as his cock twitched as rope after rope of cum sprung from him, years of pent up pleasure finally releasing at your hands. You had never felt more powerful in that moment.

You parted that night with a sweet kiss to his lips after cleaning him up. Boneless Mark even more pliable than before, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you could do to a sleepy Mark. That night there was no awkwardness between you.

That, of course, changed as time passed, both of you ignoring the mutual pleasure you had achieved by the other's hand. You ignored any feelings you had, whether it be attraction or lust. Mark deliberately avoided you, and as much as you hated to admit it, but you avoided him too.

You were convinced the two of you would never recover from this, from your experimentation with each other's bodies. At least until he burst into your room one Sunday afternoon, notably after his father’s church service, with a question and burning cheeks.

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he asked, the door to your bedroom swinging into the wall with a loud bang that neither of you could hear.

“Mark?” you asked, putting your laptop to the side as you looked quizzically up at him.

“I watched one..porn video about it last week and I haven't been able to focus since.”

“You watch porn now?” you asked, raising a critical eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

“I-, no” Mark stuttered, face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red, “yes, what about it?”

“You sound sure of yourself,” you teased, “come sit.”

“Never mind-”Mark rushed out, turning away from you and hurrying towards your open door.

“Sit, Mark. Now please,” you spoke, dominance in your tone as you watched his body language change.

You smiled softly to yourself as he shuffled to your bed, sitting on the edge and avoiding your gaze.

“Did you have a question for me, baby?”

You almost laughed as he sighed, body immediately relaxing at the nickname he had told you he loved so much.

“I was just wondering,” he said, glancing up at you and losing his confidence, “haveyouevergivenablowjob?”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that, Mark,” you said, knowing glance as you watched his lips form into a perfect pout.

“Are you really gonna make me ask again,” he whispered, looking down from where his eyes previously met yours.

“Yes, baby, I am.”

You grasped his hand as he whined, squeezing his palm slightly as he pouted up at you.

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he whispered, eyes glancing to every corner of the room to avoid your gaze.

“I have.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as his eyes met yours curiously. Fingers playing with your comforter as you watched the wheels turning in his brain. You were begging him to ask, practically groveling for him to say the words that would fuel the corruption kink you had solely for Mark.

“Can you…” Mark started, scotting subconsciously closer to you, “can you give me one?”

“Well that depends on you, Mark. Do you think you deserve my mouth?”

You watched with bated breath as he nodded, a tent already fully formed in his pants as the conversation went on.

“What makes you think you deserve it, huh? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Mark. After Mommy made you feel so good. You ignored me, and now I find out you’ve been watching porn. Being such a naughty boy. Doesn’t really seem right to give you my mouth.”

You had him now, hook line and sinker. He was trapped, listening to every one of your words, waiting with bated breath as you made up your mind.

“I- I’ve never felt it before, Mommy. I promise I’ll be better next time. I’ll do better next time. Just please suck me off,” he begged, filthy words dripping from his mouth in desperation.

“I’m ruining you, Mark,” you whispered, “Absolutely destroying your sweet innocence. What about your God, Mark? Would he want you to beg for my mouth like you just did?”

“I-,” he started, quieting as you pushed a finger towards his lips.

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll make you worship that God of yours in a way you didn’t even know was possible.

You steadied his shaking body as you switched him places on your bed. Sitting in front of him in your disgustingly dirty pj top and messy bun as he laid in front of you. You tugged his pants down, licking your lips in want as his cock slapped his stomach.

You wanted this just as much as he did, evident by your drool and dirty thoughts. You hadn’t noticed his sizable length before, too focused on all of the other unbelievable things that had happened before wrapping your hand around his cock. You took it all in now, the glory of Mark’s cock, pulsing red and so incredibly hard in need. If he hadn’t whimpered you would’ve stared at this beautiful sight for hours. But he was needy and so were you. So you wrapped your mouth around him. And dear God was Mark a sight to behold.

He had stars in his eyes as your tongue ran up the length of his cock. He could barely contain himself as his hips bucked up into your mouth. Politeness leaving his body as he followed his craving for pleasure.

Within seconds his hands were in your hair. Tugging as you worked your mouth over his sensitive length. He was barely holding it together, and the second you reached the bottom of his cock, he cursed.

His hips were itching to move, you could feel the way they bucked ever so slightly as you took him. Your hands grasped his thigh tightly as he unintentionally pushed your head down. You were taking as much as he gave you, and as he whined in pleasure you couldn’t help A second later he wasn’t touching you anymore, eyes wide when you glanced up at him.

“So-sorry,” he whispered, for what you weren’t sure.

“What’s wrong, Mark?” you asked gently.

“I should go,” he said, face paling as he scooted further away from you on the bed, “This isn’t right.”

You stood up quickly, sitting beside him and cupping his face in your hands, “Mark you can go if you want to, I won’t stop you. But do you really think something that felt so good could be bad?”

“I-I don’t know,” he whispered, shying away from your touch, “I’m going to the library.”

He stood up quickly, half tripping as he tried to pull his pants back up, fumbling with himself and the door as he tried to leave.

“Mark,” you called out to him, waiting until he turned to meet your gaze before continuing, “It’s ok that you aren’t ready yet. But I’m always here if you have more questions.”

He nodded at you, “Thank you, for understanding,” blush returning to his cheeks as he spoke, “I feel comfortable around you, Yn.”

He closed the door after he left, and while your Sunday afternoon was spent attached to a vibrator, you were glad Mark had felt comfortable enough with you to tell you that he wasn’t comfortable.

Maybe you had pushed him too far, and as much as it killed you, you were glad he was taking his time. If your baby wasn’t ready to go any further than handjobs, then that was that. He was too innocent to be corrupted, which is what made corrupting him all the better.

Yes, Mark had been full of curiosity and questions. But you were the one who wasn’t ready for the question he asked next.

#mark smut #mark angst #mark fluff #mark fanfic #mark lee smut #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #mark lee fanfic #mark tuan smut #mark tuan angst #mark tuan fluff #mark tuan fanfic #this i wrote with mark lee in mind but its hot either way

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Such a Messy Affair

this is not a request it’s just me getting this idea out of my head bc I literally can’t stop thinking about Lady D and I can’t get any other work done unless I finish it so here ya go, surprise fic!

Summary: Letting Alcina drink your blood is... messy to say the least

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: vampire sssssssssmuttttttt, bath sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink (you know how it is), possessive!Alcina but she is a softie. PSA: don’t do this in real life I beg you

Offering your own blood for your monstrous lover instead of her cutting through the servants like butter seemed an easy solution at first. You figured, with her pristine and noble behaviour, it’d be a quick and simple activity to do every couple days or weeks. She’d let you recover, eat some food, and maybe spend some time ravishing you while you rested on the bed. That sounded nice.

And sometimes it was like that. Sometimes it was a couple of drops, and she was fine. Sometimes you could still stand afterwards, and there was only a dull throb in your neck for a few hours.

But you hadn’t realized what your offer really meant. You hadn’t exactly seen how Alcina would feed on anyone else, and thus you weren’t prepared for one of the first times where she really, desperately, needed to feed.

It was late one night, and though Alcina barely ever slept, she would always come see you and spend time with you even if it meant she wouldn’t stay to slumber by your side. She had been out and about with her daughters, and when she got back she spent more time in the wine cellar than usual.

You were waiting up for her patiently, but your mortal body didn’t like that, and you had almost drifted off to sleep when the door slammed open. Alcina looked pale, nearly sweaty, and downright feral as she stared at you from the doorway. You knew immediately that she was hungry.

You had barely offered her to drink your blood when she had stumbled into the bedroom, golden eyes flashing red, and you were pushed back onto the mattress, her whole body covering yours in a flash.

You squeaked in surprise as she tugged the collar of your shirt down, smoothing your skin with a trembling hand before pressing her fangs into the tender flesh without hesitation. Before, she’d stab you just a little, leaving a surface level cut, and then suck the wound. This time, she pushed even deeper, mouth growling and moaning against your skin. Your head swam as you felt her draining you.

Then she pulled away, suddenly, and the deep puncture wounds kept oozing blood. Usually, she’d spend her sweet time licking up the last few red streaks, but something told you she wasn’t interested in that tonight.

She yanked the shirt even further down, ripping the fabric, and then her teeth sank into your upper arm, taking you by surprise. A sharp ‘oh!’ escaped you, and Alcina grunted in approval at the sound. Your fingers twitched as they started to feel tingly and she managed to compose herself enough to pull away before your arm dried up and fell off entirely.

She straddled your legs as she sat up, chin smeared with blood and resembling her daughters more than usual. You knew she didn’t place all of her weight on you, because otherwise you would definitely die by being crushed. Instead, you felt her presence on you, a comforting heaviness that made your heart and mind woozy.

Alcina tugged off her gloves with her snarling teeth, and grabbed your waist, shuffling down to your middle and biting right through the fabric of your shirt just above your hip.

Her hands gripped your thighs, keeping them still, reminiscent of how she’d pin you down when she fucked you with her tongue, and you couldn’t help but squirm as something warm that wasn’t blood flooded your core.

Warm blood kept trickling down your neck and soaking the fine silken sheets underneath, but you were both too far gone to notice it. She didn’t drink as much from this wound as the other two, sucking lightly and laving her tongue over your heated skin, and now you really were turned on.

Your hand grabbed at her curled and styled hair, pushing through the dark locks to hold her head as you whined. You would have lifted your head to look at her, to see those hungry eyes stare at you, but you thought a movement that simple would still definitely make you pass out at this point.

You whined in protest as she pulled away, releasing your body, shuffling off of your legs. You heard her heavy breathing, saw her tall shadow in the dim firelight, and knew that in a few moments, the well-mannered, sultry-voiced matriarch would come back to you.

You were sticky down below, nearly embarrassingly so. You weren’t wearing pants, and your underwear was soaked, though now it seemed it wasn’t just the arousal that was staining it.

You raised a hand to your neck, tracing the sensitive and abused skin and pulling away to find streaks of blood along your fingers.

“Oh.. my..” you heard Alcina breathe, “I believe I have turned you into a bit of a massacre, dear one.”

You chuckled weakly, head spinning from blood loss and arousal, and you wished you had the strength to get up and fuck Alcina yourself, but your consciousness was slipping.

“I have to clean you up,” your lover began, hovering over you once more, tender hands reaching to hold you.

You shook your head, “n-no.. don’t have the strength..”

Alcina hesitated, but saw your eyes glossing over, and relented.

“At least let me stop the bleeding,” she murmured. You nodded, and barely registered her pressing fabric or bandages of some kind to all three wounds.

“Oh, I’ve really pushed you this time, didn’t I, sweet girl?” Alcina muttered apologetically as you laid there, limp and nearly asleep. You managed a near-drunken smile and raised your hands to beckon her closer, to hold you.

“Hmm.. don’t mind,” you replied. Her body dipped onto the mattress, tutting at the blood stains, and quickly removed her expensive dress so that you came in contact with glorious, soft and pale skin as she cuddled you. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Alcina agreed, and you drifted off.

When you woke up, the world was a little clearer again, and you felt refreshed. You still felt somewhat empty, and weak, but not as bad as before. You were still in the bed, and still covered in dried up blood, but the sheets were changed and you were lying on a large towel to catch any other drips.

“I was going to clean you up while you were sleeping, but I feared I’d hurt you,” Alcina said softly. You saw her sitting at the vanity, in a white silken bathrobe, brushing through her hair.

You sat up slowly, peeling the bandages off of you. The holes had closed up, and there seemed to be no infection, much to your relief.

“I must apologize, I don’t know what came over me,” Alcina said, watching as you inspected the wounds, “I just... I needed...”

“It’s alright,” you said, meeting her eyes with a sweet smile, “you haven’t eaten in a while, and you seemed to be so drained that.. well, I can’t expect you to not be.. ravenous once in a while.”

“Hmm,” Alcina sighed, tapping her fingers on her desk as a servant came in with a platter of food. She helped you sit up and placed it over your lap.

“Eat, my pet,” Alcina said once you were alone again, “you need your strength.”

“You’re not still hungry, are you?” you asked as you dug into the bread and meats you had in front of you.

“No, no,” she waved her hand in dismissal. Then, after a pause, “at least not for your blood, sweetling.”

You nearly choked on your food at the dark tone her voice had suddenly taken on. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her robe loosening enough so you could see more of her ample cleavage, but still left you craving more.

She sat down next to you, inspected your body, and her nostrils flared as she looked over the dried blood staining your skin. You kept nibbling on some bread, knowing you face must be flushed.

“You reacted... differently, than how you normally do when I drink from you,” she murmured, her low voice making you tremble. She had impeccable smell, and you knew she would have been able to sense your arousal when she had pinned you down and feasted on you.

You blushed, but managed to say, “you were very... insistent. Like how you are when we’re in bed, and I guess my body just...” you lifted a shoulder and shrugged to finish your sentence.

Alcina tilted her head in thought, and a wide, gorgeous grin took over her face, making you tremble underneath her gaze.

“I’ve had a bath drawn,” she said, switching the topic suddenly. “Let me clean you up? Please?”

You nodded before you even realized it, and she tugged you away from your meal, lifting you in her arms before heading into the bathroom.

She let you undress yourself, slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath, a loud, pleasured groan escaping her as the hot water surrounded her. You blushed, and hurried after her.

Getting into the bath was a workout in itself. You had to hoist yourself up and climb over the edge quite unceremoniously. Alcina caught you before you submerged into the water and let you climb into her lap.

Her finely manicured nails scratched along your scalp, helping ease the tension and making you sigh contently, leaning forward and letting your head drop on the tops of her breasts. A deep chuckle from her vibrated through you, and some of the water around you rippled with the motion.

One of the puncture wounds on your neck had opened up again, oozing a little blood. You only noticed because Alcina had pounced on it with her wicked tongue before you could react.

“I can always smell you so clearly when you’re in the bath with me,” she grunted, “every part of you. Your blood, sweat.. and arousal.”

You whined as her hands wrapped around you tightly, her mouth pressed against your neck. Your back arched, head tipping back, and you grabbed at her hair, now wet and silky from the water.

The blood was already washing off of you from the water alone, but Alcina kept her promise and grabbed some soap and a washcloth, rubbing along your body. Your eyes fluttered, your hips bucked, and you felt like drowning in her touch.

The blood was gone quickly, and the wounds didn’t threaten to drain you dry anymore, but Alcina kept washing your body with a gentle touch. She lowered her head to your neck again, this time pressing soft kisses until you trembled.

Determined not to let her have her way entirely, you yanked sharply at the dark tresses in her hair. You knew how sensitive she was along her scalp, and how much she enjoyed it when you pulled. Her head shot up in surprise and a strained gasp escaped her mouth.

You took the opportunity and lunged forward to kiss her on her lips, slipping your tongue inside with a vengeance.

A hand slid between your wet bodies and cupped your sex without hesitation, and you squealed, your legs locking at the sudden pressure.

Alcina began gently rubbing along your slit, the palm of her hand pressing into your clit, and you held onto her for dear life, gasping raggedly.

“Tell me how it made you feel, dear,” she hissed, “when I feasted on you, when I needed you.”

You squirmed, arched your back, bit your lip and whined as her fingers pressed a little harder, threatening to slip inside but not quite.

“I-I felt..” you began, gasping as her long tongue stroked up your neck to behind your ear.

“I felt.. like I was floating,” you tried again, “like I was swimming in.. in air, and- and you were the only thing grounding me.”

“Oh?” there was a teasing and light-hearted tone in Alcina’s voice, but her grip tightened and you knew she was enjoying this.

“W-with your hands..” you sighed, pleasure clouding your mind, “so strong and holding me down, so I wouldn’t float up all the way to space.. keeping m-me where I- where I belong. In our bed, in.. in your arms.”

Alcina snarled with lust, and pushed inside your cunt with three unforgiving fingers. You cried out, nearly screamed, as she began thrusting relentlessly. The water was already brimming the edge of the tub, and now it was spilling onto the bathroom floor with loud sloshes. You could barely hold on as you clung to Alcina’s neck, letting her one hand fuck you and the other grab your waist as she bounced you in her hold, because you couldn’t find purchase for you feet to move yourself.

She fucked you until you nearly blacked out, the rough pace and your still-sluggish brain making you limp in her grip. All you could do was whine and plead, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere you could reach.

With a sharp jab and a curl of her fingertips you came, unabashedly, all over her hand. You couldn’t smell your arousal over the flowery bath oils, but you knew she could, and her breathing was ragged in your ear as she slowly stroked your inner walls, feeling you clench around her.

You could barely catch your breath before her mouth was on yours, hard and sloppy, and you knew she needed release as soon as possible. But it was a bit difficult with the current position you were in. Going down on her would surely end in drowning and your arms were not long enough to reach under the water between her legs.

“Alcina..” you whispered, making her golden eyes focus on you intently. You snuggled a little closer, kissed her chest and practically climbed up her body to meet her gaze.

“Will you... will you touch yourself for me?” you asked, voice timid. Alcina stared into your eyes a moment, and you pressed on, “I wanna see you come undone. Like this. A-and I can’t.. you know.. reach.”

That made her smile a bit, and you brimmed with glee at the sight. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand dipped underneath the water. First her fingertips would rub against her clit, you knew. They’d tease against the hood and her lips until she was riled up.

You wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles and water down below, so you kept your gaze on her face. Watched the small lines that formed between her brows as they furrowed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttering as she pressed a little harder, her lips parting a bit more as she breathed a little deeper.

You bit your own lip, and felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You knew then, when she was hot and squirming, she would ease the hood back and press directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making short, quick motions with her fingers until her hips began rocking.

You had seen it all, had delved between her legs with abandon, had used your hands until they ached, and your jaw until you felt numb. But this.. seeing her come undone, seeing it in her eyes and face.. It made you burst with love and lust.

“That’s it..” you urged as the water began sloshing again, and she began working the whole of her arm, “you look so beautiful, Alcina.”

She groaned deeply, head tipping back, revealing a creamy neck that begged to be sucked. If this was how she felt when seeing your throat, you could understand why she had barely any control when feeding from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered as you leaned forward, kissing her chin and going down her neck, “only yours. I wanna watch you come, so badly, mistress.”

“Fuck.”

You smiled, looked up at her, and kept going, “to know that I make you feel like this.. I really am the luckiest human in the world, hm?”

“O-oh, little one,” she whined, bucking her hips, nearly throwing you out of the bath. You wondered how many fingers she had inside herself.

“Will you come for me?” you asked, sweetly, “will you come for your pet?”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you purred, losing yourself in your train of thought as you pressed your face in her neck, “I just wanna be of service to you, my lady. Wanna please you.”

With a loud cry that was a borderline roar, Alcina’s arm tensed, fingers rubbing vigorously, and her hips raised out of the water and locked. You were raised out of the water too, and held on for dear life as tremors overtook her body.

You leaned forward and kissed her as she gasped and thrashed about. One of her hands grabbed the back of yoru head and pushed you as close to her as possible.

“Love you,” you mumbled as she fell back in the water again, her arm going limp, “love you more than anything.”

Her chuckle made your head spin, and her hands trailed up and down your back, like they did when washing you. She was still breathing heavily, but the lust and hunger in her was finally sated.

“You’re perfect, sweetling,” she whispered, raising your hands to her mouth and kissing along your palm. You instantly cupped her face and swiped your thumb along her cheekbone.

“The perfect little pet,” she sighed.

A/N: i saw a head canon somewhere that Alcina has a loyalty kink? Yeah I agree :) let me know if you like it~

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Kids (Prologue)| NCT Dream × Fem!Reader

Warning : cliche, a few cusses, little fluff, possessiveness, NCT Dream being bratty and stubborn. No proofread :(

Synopsis : Y/n somehow ended up helping Mark babysit his stepbrothers for the weekend. That two days of babysitting soon turned into frequent days of her visiting them as they would throw a fit if she wouldn't. When she thought everything would be fine soon, it only became worse as time passed by.

Take note that Mark and Y/n are at the same age(15). 00 line are 7 while Chenle is 6 and Jisung is 5.

"Vroom! Vroom! Vrooom!" Jisung said loudly through his pouted lips. He was sitting on his big toy car, imitating the roaring machine of an actual car.

Behind him was Chenle pushing him on all sides of the wide nursery room to make Jisung feel like he's really driving the car. The younger kid raised both his hands up, enjoying the ride and the room was filled with their cute giggles.

"Hey, slow down. You might get hurt—" Mark immediately cut his own words, replacing it with a loud yelp when the wheels of the car they were riding ran on his toes. "Ahhh!" he instinctively crouched down to hold his toes that were now throbbing in pain.

The duo didn't even bother to look back at him and ask if he's okay cuz they're too entertained to even notice his suffering.

"Y/n, help!" he called out for the female who just entered the room carrying a very hyper Haechan on her arms that she chased around the house for almost half an hour so she could get him to wear his pants.

She had such a great time giving him a bath. Haechan splashed water on her clothes, saying that he wanted her to join him on his bubble bath. Ending him getting her hoodie soaked wet (she took it off and let it dry), thankfully, her shirt was safe.

He wanted to play with her all the time. He doesn't want her to take a break even for a damn minute and he never ran out of some things he'd like to say. Either he makes sense or not, he doesn't care.

She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be enjoying her time alone at home while it's still weekend but here she is, babysitting her friend's stepbrothers. It just so happened that she met Mark's parents when both of them walked home together yesterday from school.

They had a little chitchat and eventually got along. Then that's when they asked her a favor to help Mark take care of his stepbrothers during the weekend as they won't be able to keep an eye on them because of their busy schedules.

She was about to decline until she heard that they're going to pay her a fair price. Yup, she needed money that's why she agreed with them. Her family is not as rich as the Lees so she can't always get the things she wanted to buy. So in order to be able to, she had to work for it. She got her parent's permission that night, letting her do what she wanted.

"Why? What happened?" she asked Mark, trying to keep Haechan still or he'll fall down but she decided to put his feet on the floor. "Nooo! Carry me! Carry me!" Haechan whined, holding his arms up to her.

She tiredly sighed, picking him up again. She knew the last thing to do to him is to make him upset. He'd cry nonstop and would totally be mad at everyone. She didn't want that. Things would be harder to handle than it already is right now.

"My toes freaking hurt! I don't think I'll be able to stand up." He over exaggerated.

Y/n approached him to check if he's alright then found his toes flamming red. "Oh god, uhm, I'll go get some ice or something. I don't know how to treat that but I hope it would help." she rushed to the kitchen with Haechan still on her arms.

Opening the top of the fridge, she saw an ice pack. She grabbed it and was about to close the fridge when Haechan spotted the fruit popsicles. "I want that." he pointed at the sweet treats that caught his attention.

She reached the first popsicle, "I don't like that. I want the strawberry." then she gave him one. He better not have cavities for eating too much sweets or else she'd be blamed for it.

She helped him get rid of the plastic wrapper, throwing it on the trash bin before letting him eat the fruit popsicle. His eyes almost literally twinkled once the cold strawberry treat touched his tongue. At least, he's happy now.

They both went back to the room, handing Mark the ice pack to help it ease the pain on his poor toes. "Thanks." Mark sighed and she nodded, sitting beside him on the sofa but their eyes are still on the kids just to make sure they're okay.

"Where are your maids? Aren't they supposed to be helping us here?"

"They all went home to their families. Only our cook and our driver are the only workers left here." That explains why she didn't bump into someone else in this house.

Renjun was not so far from them. He's quietly sitting on the carpeted floor attaching puzzle pieces together, focusing on completing the picture into whole. Despite the whole chaos going on around him, he somehow found peace on the corner of the room.

Well, not until he found out that Jeno was chewing on the other puzzle pieces. He's been trying to look at the missing items on his puzzle only to find out that they're with Jeno all the time.

The two kids fought. Renjun was huffing mad while Jeno was crying. Even though he already said sorry, Renjun doesn't seem to forgive him anytime soon for ruining his puzzle that he worked on for hours since this morning.

Mark limped his way to Jeno to calm him down and Y/n took care of Renjun (and Haechan, of course). She was in the middle of a conversation with Renjun when she felt a tug on her shirt.

Looking down, she saw a sleepy Jaemin rubbing his eyes. "I'm sleepy." he said. He must've been worn out from joining Haechan at every trouble he initiated.

"Oh, wait a second." she told him, he silently nodded.

"Haechan, can you please sit here with Renjun for a while?" she carefully put him beside the said boy.

"Huh? But why? Where are you going?" he asked her after he took out the popsicle out of his mouth.

She lifted Jaemin on her arms this time which Haechan frowned at. "I'll just go take him to his room. I'll be back, I promise." She waited him to say something but he stayed silent, glaring at the boy playing her hair, completely unaware of the piercing gaze of his stepbrother.

"Uhm, we'll go now..." she awkwardly informed him before making her way out of the room for the nth time of the day. This time, she's the one unaware of Jaemin sticking his tongue at Haechan to tease him. Before he could stomp his way to him, Y/n was already out of the room with Jaemin, leaving both Renjun and Haechan angry of different reasons.

Throughout the whole time she carried Jaemin to his room, he continued to play with her hair. Twirling silky strands of her hair on his small fingers, droopy eyes slowly closing and his head weighed on her shoulder.

Assuming that he fell asleep, Y/n could only sigh in relief that one of the most chaotic step brothers finally took his rest. After climbing a few more flight of stairs, she reached his room at last. The whole mansion is too big for her liking but she's not the one living here so she can't have something to say to it.

She pushed the door open, laying Jaemin on his queen sized bed then she covered half of his body with his comforters. "Sleep well, Jaemin." she kissed his forehead before she left him and he slept with a smile adorning his lips.

"What took you so long?" Haechan immediately asked her, arms crossed on his chest and his brows still furrowed together. "Haechan, you know how far Jaemin's room is from here. Come on, stop being sulky. I'm already here."

She glanced at Mark reading a book for Jisung, Chenle and Jeno on the table. "Why don't you join them?" Haechan shook his head. "Because I don't want to."

"Aren't you going to take your afternoon nap too?"

"No."

"What about—" he didn't let her finish her words as he stood up and stomped away out of the nursery room. He left her there confused. Renjun who had finally cooled off his anger approached her.

"He's mad at you."

Y/n looked down at him. "I just tucked Jaemin to sleep. Why'd he gotta make a big deal about it?" she asked as if she's talking to herself. Renjun knew the answer but didn't blurt out anything about it instead he held her hand.

"Can we go pick flowers on the garden?" she smiled at him with a nod. "Yeah, sure. Let's go."

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