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lunaekalenda · 5 months

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champion treatment!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, tbh i started this with a character in mind but it can be a couple of them so just tagging the ones i think that fit lol, femboodied reader, use of pet names as "darling"

"come on, you can do better."

but you can't. not with your mouth aching from taking his shaft and his fingers stuffed inside you, mercilessly thrusting in and out of you while his hips press against your face, making you take even more of him. your body is spread on his lap, his legs open so he can finger you at the same time you give him the special treatment for champions like him.

"look at you now, so silently, obediently sucking on my cock, huh?" he thrusts his hips and his fingers at the same time, his free hand resting on the curve of your lower back, arching you for him. "no more complaints, rudeness or sharp responses." he hums in approval when you moan around him, fingers reaching deeper as his own cock touches the back of your throat. "already too dumb to even remember what you said earlier to me?"

his apartment is silent, apart from his grunts and your moans, his heavy breath and your gasps for air every time he lets you breath. The windows are full open, giving a view of the city none of you are appreciating. you're too busy into each other to even notice the way the night lights start to turn on as the sun sets behind the windows. he takes his shaft out of your mouth, slapping it against your cheek with soft moans and lustful looks. he presses the tip softly between your half open mouth, two of his fingers running up and down his length while his eyes are fixed on yours. His other hand, still busy on you, adds another finger to your insides, making you moan, for his pleasure.

"let's see... you entered in my gym." he recaps, as his fingers keep moving inside you, making your back arch more and your own body search that friction. "no, no, that's not how it works. it's rude to cum while i speak, so you'll have to listen and wait, got it?" he takes your body closer, resting his back against the backrest, and taking your body between his legs, your back against his chest. his free hand keeps your legs parted as his fingers keep pumping in and out, so pleasurably, so good. "don't you dare to take your attention away from me, or i'll have to punish you." with that being said, he licks your neck from your shoulder to your jaw. "where were we? ah, yeah. the training." his fingers slow down for a bit, for your relief, as he kept thinking. "you entered while i was still training. that shouldn't be a problem, i'm used to having you fluttering around in those stupid gym clothes." his fingers quicken the pace, going more aggressively, while his thumb caress your lips. "then, that damned boy asked to train with me. as if i hadn't anything better to do as the champion." he grunts, the silence letting you hear the obscene wet sounds coming from his fingers. "and then, you stood up, came towards me and... what did you call me, dear?" the sarcasm in the pet name he uses on you makes your senses come back a little, only to be swept away with the next thrust of his fingers.

"asshole." you manage to speak between your teeth. he laughs before taking his fingers to your mouth, playing with your tongue, saliva dripping all down your chest while he hums.

"exactly, asshole." he approves your words, taking his fingers out of your mouth, still wet. "don't even think about closing those legs, hm?" you feel the coldness on your back when he moves a bit, taking the wet hand towards his hardness and pumping it up and down. you can hear the sounds he makes, the way he breaths, the way he moans and curses under his breath. "and then... what happened then?" he remembers perfectly, and your mind is too dizzy to even think about it. "then you went for a shower at the same time i did. such a coincidence, specially in a gym where there's only one shower room." he stops his words to moan audibly, and you can hear his fist jerking him faster. "mhm, fuck. i would have waited outside, but waiting is not for me." he takes his fingers out of you, glistening juices dripping down his fingers. you turn to face him right when he licks one of his fingers from the base to the tip, a lustful smile as soon as he's done. taking your nape, he brings you closer, pulling you for a kiss. his mouth is aggressive, violent. it crashes against yours like an hurricane, and his tongue slips inside of your mouth easily, playing with yours, muffling all the moans he lets escape as his hand keeps going, letting you taste yourself on him. he parts. spreading his body in the bed, he asks you to sit on his lap. gives you a side smile.

"then, we came here, to discuss your behavior in my gym." he continues, as he licks the hand on his shaft, giving it a slow pump again before getting on his knees. bending your body by your lower back, making you arch and open your legs for him. he puts a cushion under your tummy. his eyes are still fixed on your legs, on the way your juices drip down to your thighs, on how you desperately move your body to search for friction. he gives you a slap on your ass. "be quiet." his fingers caress you again, right before he leaves a hungry kiss on your pussy, tongue taking all the wetness and making you ready -as if you weren't.- for his cock.

taking him won't be easy, and you know it, but you're in so much pleasure you physically need him to fuck you. he slaps his cock against you a couple times, the lewd sight of your wetness coating his length, before he pushes his tip against you.

"and then, i told you we punish people like you." he moans between words. "the way your eyes looked at me, defiant... that made me instantly hard." he pushes a bit further, his fingers gripped to your ass as you take him inside, moaning every time he moves. "and then, somehow, we were making out on this exact spot."

you didn't knew what you felt for him. was it hunger? hate? desire? somehow, the vision of him lustfully smiling, with one hand marking the shape of his cock on his training pants and the other already inside his shirt, made something in you.

"how was i supposed to resist?" he finally pushes all his length inside, making you release all the air in your lungs. "with those cute training shorts that left nothing to my imagination." those shorts are now in front of you, messy, wet. "do you remember what happened next o your dumb brain needs me to refresh it?" he doesn't give you even time to answer when he thrusts deep inside you in one motion, making your voice leave in broken moans as he keeps making your ass bounce against his hips. "i touched you above those damn shorts, and you made such a mess... who would have known that the same asshole you confronted would be the one to make you wet with a couple of caresses and dirty words on your ears?" he thrusts again, harder, his body falling on your back and his lips kissing your shoulder. "fuck. and who would have known you hid something so good for me, hm?" you can feel his cock throbbing when your pussy clenches around him, the way his voice deepens every single thrust, how his words are more and more broken by moans. "i... i told you i would bend you over my bed." his hand presses harder on your back, arching you more, making him reach deeper as he goes harder and harder and faster. "and that i would fuck you senseless." he keeps going, drops of sweat running down his muscled torso towards the v on his hips. he gives a strong, deep thrust, staying quiet for a second, stimulating your clit with his wet thumb. "and that i would fill you up as many times as needed for you to learn the lesson." his hips start to move again, shy, slow, painfully slow, reaching and caressing sweetly every correct spot inside you.

"fuck." you're able to say the whole word before he laughs, his hand traveling to your shoulder to make his thrusts deeper.

"you're enjoying it, huh? i can feel how damn wet you're getting while i keep thrusting" he goes in again, harder, making you grip your hands on the fluffy bed cushion. "should i be a bit more rude? it's not a punishment if you're having a better time than me." his tone shows he's joking, as he caresses the curve of your ass before tightening his grip around your waist, guiding your body towards his again,. "although my first idea was to take you back to the gym and show everyone the consequences of annoying me, as soon as you looked at me back i knew i needed to keep that to myself." so, he drove back to his apartment, with you on the copilot seat, after making out on the changing room and decided to take it further on his luxurious penthouse. his hips keep slamming against your soft skin, wet noises can be heard in the room as he keeps going. your knees feel shaky from the effort of being in four while the pleasure makes them tremble. your voice is long gone from all the moans and grunts you've been releasing, and he seems way more silent than earlier, as a clear signal of pleasure.

"suck me in again." he asks, in low voice, a long moan following his words while he takes his hips far from your body, leaving your bodies only connected by his tip. you make an effort to do what he asks for, and the way he growls lets you know you did good. "yeah. just like that, exactly like that." his voice deepens as much as his cock does inside you. "you're taking it so well, you're even making me proud." he whispers. with a subtle movement, he pulls off suddenly, leaving you trembling and wanting more. He takes the pillow under your body away as he takes your legs, turning you around, resting on your back and facing him. his strong arms take your legs, putting both around his waist, as he enters again in a quiet movement, smooth, pleasurable. his face is now close, his moans getting mixed with yours and his arms holding his weight to avoid squishing you. "better this way?" he asks. you nod a couple times, too immersed in pleasure to speak, and he leaves a kiss near your jaw. "you're close, aren't you? i can feel it in the way your tighten around me." his hips slam sensually against your body, sweetly, way more lovingly than at the start of it. "come on, darling, cum for me, yeah? you deserve it after being so good for me." he hits the spot harder, deeper, before talking again. "cum so i can fill you up... i can't even imagine how good you're gonna squeeze me while you moan my name." his mouth is now on your ears, whispering such words and bitting your lobule. your mind feels cloudy, but you can feel the knot in your stomach, about to explode. you hug his back and your legs try to keep him closer, buried deep inside of you, as his name comes out of your mouth in a plead.

"yeah, yeah, exactly like that." his own words sound inestable, and his thrusts get erratic. "ah, i'm gonna fill you up so good... you've made such a hard work to take me today, you deserve it so much, don't you?" he rambles as he keeps going, so close. you feel overstimulated, your words aren't coherent anymore and you feel to tired to even move. your muscles keep clenching, and he moans every time you do so. "you deserve it, darling. take it, don't let it waste, yeah?" with a last thrust, you feel how his body loses strength, almost falling on top of yours, as he cums. he stays that way long time after he's done, hugged to your body and buried inside of you, while your hands caress his hair softly. your breaths are rhythmic now, and the city lights are more beautiful than ever behind the window.

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gyusimp · 11 months

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🏮𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 🏮

🏮𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐: ❞𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔❞ - 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @𝐥𝐥𝐥_𝟏𝟐𝟑_𝐥𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

The pain in your abdomen was killing you, the cramps made you feel so weak that you felt like you could pass out at any moment, you even started to feel like throwing up so the best thing to do for now while the pain medicine took effect was go up to your room and lie down for a moment.

Maybe getting some sleep would help you, most of the time when you slept for a while you woke up without pain so this was the solution to your problem. You lay down carefully on your futon and the moment your head touched your pillow your eyelids started to feel heavy until you slowly drifted off to sleep.

It was almost 10:00 pm and after wandering through the loneliest streets of the entertainment district, the upper sixth decided to return to the house where he lived inside his sister after a successful hunt. His demonic instinct to have killed a few people was wearing off but as soon as he stepped foot on your bedroom window to go inside, it was as if his bloodthirsty switch had been flipped up again.

The veins of his entire body stood out under his skin and in the middle of his bones, his muscles tensed and his mouth began to drool uncontrollably causing his saliva to begin to spill between his teeth up to his chin. Gyutaro smelled blood, and not just any blood. It was yours.

As if he were a wild animal stalking its feeble prey, he sneaked into your room making his footsteps inaudible to you while you were fast asleep. He crept through the shadows and darkness and loomed over you in a dangerous and imposing way trying to search anxiously with his gaze for any bleeding wounds on your body but he found none in plain sight.

He wanted to devour you, take his sickles and stick them into your belly to open your abdomen wide and tear all your organs from their place with his own fingers, taste you and lick every part that contained your blood until he reached the bones and to finally feel that you were becoming one with him... but he wouldn't do that. Throughout his time with you, Gyutaro learned to control his bloodlust, though that didn't take away from the fact that he would do anything to taste you.

He examined your whole body with his gaze, brought his face dangerously close to you and sniffed at you like a bloodhound searching for something underground. Gyutaro went down to your neck, then to your breasts, to your waist and when he went down to your pelvis before continuing with your thighs he stopped. It was as if someone had broken his nose with a blow when he suddenly felt that familiar fragrance burst suddenly and without warning through his nostrils. His curiosity was beyond his ability to reason at this point so he took the skirt of your kimono and lifted it up, exposing your panties. It was at that moment where all that perfume invaded the entire room.

You complained when you felt the cold of the night hitting your legs so you moved alerting Gyutaro. You left your face uncovered to reveal to Gyutaro the intense blush that invaded your entire face. You had been awake for a while before Gyutaro entered your room but upon seeing him go into hunter mode you decided that the most sensible thing to do was probably to keep still until Gyutaro's curious hands made you move in place, looking down. You tried to move your legs and settle on the futon, Gyutaro was your lover but that didn't take away from the fact that it was a bit embarrassing that he was staring at your panties, especially these days.

Gyutaro didn't care, he wanted to reach his goal at any cost but suddenly you quickly sat down and stood up pretending you remembered to do something. This made Gyutaro angry, your embarrassment made you act without thinking, and now your wrist was clamped tightly between his fingers. Gyutaro got on his knees in front of you and with a menacing look he ordered you to stay still so you obeyed him.

His hands took your clothes and a smirk spread across his face as he opened your kimono from under your obi exposing your panties again and that gorgeous scent for him. Brazenly, he reached between your legs and inhaled against your skin making your skin freeze trying to stop him by grabbing his head.

"G-Gyutaro, what are you doing!?" you asked, scared and shy. Very nervous too.

Gyutaro looked up and his lazy, carefree gaze met yours. "It's those days of the month, isn't it?" He asked.

Gyutaro didn't doubt it for another minute, if he kept thinking about the matter you would suspect his intentions and end up moving away from him so he immediately grabbed the edge of your underwear and pulled it down.

"Gyutaro!" You claimed, surprised.

When Gyutaro pulled at your clothing, a small red thread stretched out from your core causing it to end up stuck to your inner thigh. Gyutaro inevitably noticed and finished removing your panties to look at the fresh bloodstain that was dripping onto a small additional piece of cloth. His instinct told him to take it straight to his mouth and that's what he did, having one of the most precious things about you come into contact with his tongue, everything became different. Your blood was like a drug to him, once he tasted you he wanted more and more until your taste was etched on his palate.

Gyutaro put your dirty panties aside and placed both hands on your thighs to squeeze them with some force. He pushed your hands away in a clumsy attempt to cover you, bringing his face ever closer to you.

"Don't you feel bad these days? Let me make you feel better…don't be stupid and be a good girl to me, will you?" He seduced you, with his husky and trembling voice.

You couldn't articulate a response as you felt Gyutaro sink his head between your thighs and caress your entire slit with his long tongue. The only thing you could do was moan in surprise and bring the back of your hand to your mouth trying to hide each of your sounds.

The moment your blood was on Gyutaro's mouth, both of you knew there would be no going back. Gyutaro tightened his grip on your thighs and didn't let go of you. His lips adhered to yours and his mouth began to suck every part of your cunt as he swallowed every last drop. The hot feeling between your legs from Gyutaro's breath and feeling his wet tongue running through each of your corners made you feel more and more wet. You knew this would be a disaster and it embarrassed you so much but if Gyutaro really didn't have a problem with trying then neither did you. Actually, you had also fantasized about this moment before, your boyfriend is a bloodthirsty human-eating demon so he would never refuse to taste yours and even more so in this way so at this moment you could be anything to Gyutaro except disgusting.

Many wet clicks sounded in the room every time Gyutaro sucked on your core, his moans were muffled and his gasps were low and hoarse from deep in his throat. Your legs began to ache from the position you were standing in as well as Gyutaro's strong grip on them so you slowly got comfortable and sat on the floor. You thought it would be a bit awkward to do on the cold hard wood floor but it would be so much easier to clean in the end. You thought so but Gyutaro took you by the hips and placed you on the futon where you were sleeping peacefully a few minutes ago.

Your face was surprised to see his. His gaze fixed on you with passion and desire, instinct pushed him to continue. His face was stained with blood, even a little on the tip of his nose, a perverted smile formed on his mouth showing his reddish teeth as he licked the remains on his lips with his tongue. You looked down at your kimono open below your waist and how a slightly red stain was painting your thighs. This would surely be a disaster.

"G-Gyutaro, not here...I'm gonna stain everything"

Gyutaro looked at you as if this was a challenge. "And you think I care about that?"

He took your thighs again and spread your legs wide, having a beautiful view of your entire glowing core painted red, Gyutaro's mouth watered just looking at you and without waiting another second he plunged his face again between your legs. Gyutaro didn't just limit himself to licking you, you could feel a slight pressure every time he sucked your blood from the bottom causing your back to arch and you began to move your hips in circles instinctively getting closer to his face.

The warmth of Gyutaro's tongue ran through you with complete freedom, he even took the trouble to lick the small red drops that escaped to your thighs and buttocks because of the position you were in. Your moans made him lose what little composure he had left. Gyutaro separated from you with his face wet and stained again leaving a trail of his saliva on your legs, he took your kimono with both hands and urgently got rid of it to leave you completely naked.

Gyutaro loomed over you, his hunched and intimidating figure enveloping you in his arms, he was about to go straight for your mouth but before he could you moved your face to the side causing Gyutaro's lips to collide with your cheek which clearly annoyed him a bit.

"Don't you wanna taste how delicious you are?" he scoffed.

For now he would let it go because he was actually in a very good mood, otherwise he would have forcefully grabbed your face and forced you to kiss his bloody mouth like he has done a couple of times before when he comes back from the kill. Gyutaro laughed against your skin, your eyes were closed so you couldn't help but jump reflexively when you felt a hot, sticky, wet sensation on your cheek. It was Gyutaro's tongue, which left a reddish stain on your skin.

A familiar sensation settled in your belly, moving toward your cunt at the exact moment Gyutaro lowered one of his hands and inserted his fingers inside you, and as he did, he could feel a warm discharge drenching his fingers, trickling down on the palm of his hand. Your face flushed red and your expression twisted in embarrassment as you felt a considerable amount of blood dripping right onto Gyutaro's hand. Your dripping was inevitable and with each passing second your thighs, your clothes, and the futon beneath the two of you began to tinge more and more red.

Gyutaro was amazed by this glorious moment so he took care of taking your face with one hand staining your cheeks so you could see how he licked the fingers that had been painted by you a few seconds ago. His tongue danced between his fingers making sure to take every drop of blood on his skin and then taste and swallow. He didn't say anything, he just looked at you and gave you daring smiles full of desire.

Gyutaro couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them down to release his hard, throbbing dick, just seeing how erect he was made you shudder with pleasure eager to feel him as deep inside you as possible. Gyutaro's hand went straight for his tip to pump himself up a bit causing the blood on his hand to stain his cock and turn his fluid pink. He spread your legs to expose your entire pussy to his view and lined up at your entrance between your aching reddish folds.

He didn't give a shit about all the mess of blood that would be created, Gyutaro clung with both hands on your hips squeezing you tightly and began to move his to enter you with light thrusts that intensified with each impact in your center. His lips were kept parted letting thin threads of pink saliva slip between his sharp teeth while the loud and desperate moans that came from the back of his throat showed you how aroused he was. His mouth covered your entire body as did one of his hands, which left red marks of his painted hands on all of your skin as if he were marking you. Claiming you as his in the most passionate way.

In addition to your and Gyutaro's juices, your period made your pussy even wetter than usual so you could hear a cheeky splash every time Gyutaro pushed deeper and deeper into you. Your moans were carefree and grew louder as you felt Gyutaro's tongue begin to run over your soft skin. He filled your neck with wet kisses, licked and sucked your breasts, playing with your hard nipples, leaving some bite on your soft flesh; the intense smell of blood pushed him to be more rude than normal.

His thrusts began to be more violent and hard, you spread your legs more in an attempt to open more your cunt and receive Gyutaro better but you were still very tight for his thick length. You looked down and could only see your reddish and wet thighs and how your cunt connected directly to Gyutaro's cock while he desperately nailed you. His pants were getting stained with the drops that came out inside you, a very wet feeling that wet your butt and began to reach your back began to bother you. This caused some whimpering to leak to your lips between your moans, a part of you wanted to continue until you couldn't take it anymore but the other part wanted to end right now because your period made you feel really uncomfortable.

"Ah-aahh...Gyu-taro, I wanna cum... I wanna cum right now." you asked, with even more provocative pleas.

Gyutaro couldn't refuse at this moment, you didn't know it but he was surrendering at your feet for allowing him to make this fantasy of fucking you real while both of you were covered in blood. There was nothing better for him.

"As soon?" He sneered "You seemed to be enjoying it, babe. You're a slut, you should like these things."

Gyutaro would tease you by making comments to annoy you and humiliate you sweetly. He rocked his hips forward hard making you scream his name, tightening you around him; Gyutaro moved your legs up to your shoulders and licked the inner part of your thighs, sucking the new spots that were painted on you while he squeezed your wet ass and massaged it lewdly causing more moans from you and from him to see you in this weak state.

His hands cupped your ass and his rough fingers went straight to your cunt, his thumb tightening on your clit to start rubbing it causing chills to run through your body every time he squeezed and played with your nub. His other fingers played between your labia causing wet sounds every time he touched you, staining his fingers in a matter of seconds. From the way you squeezed into Gyutaro he could tell that you were about to cum but for some reason you couldn't and that was starting to frustrate you. You started moving and rubbing against Gyutaro to speed up your orgasm, your face contorted with pleasure as your hands clung to the futon and you bit your lip trying not to drool uncontrollably. Gyutaro kept fucking you hard and that helped the feeling of orgasm start to be more intense for him than for you.

That was a bit funny for him so he couldn't help but laugh and tease you as usual.

"Guess who's going to have the most fucking intense orgasm? It won't be your tight, pathetic little pussy, my love!" He said, while laughing.

Gyutaro started moaning as loudly and shamelessly as he fucking wanted, he grabbed both of your shoulders and then caged you in his arms to get as close to him as he could and hug you, leaving stains all over your back. Gyutaro's hips and yours collided with each other in an obscene reddish splash. An incredible sensation formed in Gyutaro's guts causing him to scratch your skin slightly as he leaned his head back to cum to the last drop inside you. Feeling that thick and warm sensation in your slippery pussy you couldn't help but start moving more and squeezing to try to cum too, you told Gyutaro not to stop touching you, he must have his fingers fucking and squeezing your needy clit over and over again until you finally felt it, your waist trembled and when you spread your legs wide your orgasm poured over Gyutaro creating a pink ring around his dick inside of you.

Gyutaro's hips continued to move reflexively as you finished cumming completely causing your juices and his to squirt out of you onto the futon. Gyutaro grabbed your legs and slowly came out of you to allow you to take a breather after having done what he wanted with you. A sticky red thread spread from your cunt following the tip of his dick as he pulled out of you. His entire cock was painted red as was the fabric of his pants that was under your legs.

Gyutaro looked straight ahead and saw how your wide open pussy continued to get wet and dripping even though he was done using you for now, the sight was too tempting so he couldn't help but lean over and start sucking between your folds, separating them with his fingers to reach towards your clit and lick it with need and desire nibbling your cunt a little making that electrifying sensation of your arousal make you wet and make you throb again. You moaned at Gyutaro's dirty actions and to create a little more friction, you started moving so that your clit brushed and rubbed against Gyutaro's tongue and he could taste every drop of you as he got you aroused again.

"Yeah... keep it up, aahh-ah!" You moaned in need, urged to feel him pleasuring your femininity in whatever way it was again.

"Do you like that? I thought you wanted to finish this now..."

Your hips didn't stop moving as you felt Gyutaro's breath crashing against your folds, you began to feel very horny from one second to the next. Probably because of the wet and intense feeling of having your orgasm almost at the same time as Gyutaro.

"N-no, just…aah! I just wanted to cum, but I want to keep going, I want you to keep going! I want you to touch me and fuck me until you can't anymore! Mmhh-aah!"

Gyutaro loved that you were so pathetic, ready to beg him to do all sorts of things to you.

"So...do you want me to continue?" He asked cruelly to make you beg. "Come on, if you want it so much, beg me for that, beg me to spread your legs wide and fuck you." He said, licking his lips.

"Ah-Aah! Fuck me Gyu, I beg you! Fill me up as much as you can" You replied, touching your own folds not caring that your fingers got dirty when you pumped your hole and they went in and out of you.

Gyutaro smiled mischievously, took your hand that was kneading and playing with your vagina and pulled it out of you to bring it to his mouth and lick your fingers obscenely, without taking his eyes off of you.

"So, this is just getting started."

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blazewrites-smut · 10 months

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I've gotten a LOT of Mirage x Reader requests, so here I am feeding the lot of ya. Hope you enjoy! I got a couple ideas this one was by far my favorite. I already planned on doing an oral scene but a suggestion to do it helped motivate me.

I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope to write more Mirage and other Transformers Characters I'm the future.

Enjoy~

WARNING : ⚠️ 🔞 NSFW themes, oral sex, and masturbation included in this short fic. Please do not read if you are under the age or 18. This is a NSFW blog so if you are under the age, please move on!

ROTB Mirage X Gender Neutral Reader

It's night, that's all you know. You've lost track of the time. The amount of time you've spent on your back with your legs suspended over a pair of shoulders for… you can't even remember. All you can feel is a mouth and glossa teasing your sex. It's like his glossa is dancing around, leaving your back tingling and your legs shaking as he starts to bring you towards yet another orgasm.

You are making the lewdest of sounds as you buck against his face. His glossa slowing down as he helps you ride through your orgasm until he feels you go limp, is only when he pulls away to smirk down at you. A shit eating grin that makes you glare at him through your half lidded lashes.

"What number was that?" Mirage asks as he pulls away briefly to lick his lips, his blue eyes casting a glow over your body in the darkness of your garage.

"I-I can't remember." You admit, breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You hear a tsk and his glossa clicking in disappointment.

"Now, Mami/Papi, I told you to count for me. It seems I may have to start all over, again. I don't mind doing that, but from your bodies reaction. You're getting tired. Now, let me ask again, baby. What number?" He asks. You rack your brain for a number, your brain is so hazy with lust and the feeling of floating on cloud nine makes it even harder.

"N-nine?" You ask.

There's silence before you feel his mouth on you again making you sob in pleasure as he picks up where he left off. Sucking at you rather loudly, pulling your hips up off the table and closer to his mouth, your hips were practically pressing against his nose!

"Not quite, baby. The number you were looking for was thirteen. Seems you need another to help jog your memory. Don't worry, I'll keep you awake. We still have a few more hours until your roommate gets back. For now, enjoy the ride, baby."

You groan before squealing as his glossa is quickly working at you again. You can hear his lips smacking and sucking around you, it's loud and lewd. You love it. Though your body was starting to scream at you that it was starting to get to be too much. Mirage has you so focused on his glossa that you don't hear the sound of his paneling covering his spike opening with a soft 'click'. A soft glow and his arm not holding you is moving jerking motions.

You take a peek to see his servo wrapped around his erect spike. It's bright blue and red bio light lighting up his torso and thighs as he strokes himself while he's enjoying getting a taste of you. It's hot to see him getting lost on the pleasure he is feeling and giving you.

Mirage is a giver, he loves seeing you get worked up and begging for him. Due to the size difference, it's rather difficult to take him. So, you have found other ways around penetration. Though after the incident involving you almost popping yoru jaw out of place trying to give him oral, he's not let you do anything to his spike besides giving him a handjob or using your thighs.

"I can feel you getting closer, Ven a mí, nena~" He purrs against your sex making you arch your back and open your mouth in a silent scream as you cum again. This one hits you so hard that your vision goes white as Mirage helps keep you still against his mouth so you can ride it out.

When you come back to, Mirage has you laying on the blanket he laid out earlier. You are laying on your back and him laying on his side with his servo on your middle. You glance at his crotch to see his spike has already been tucked away, but his thighs are covered in his release.

"Have fun, mi amor?" He asks with a cheeky smirk. Your response is smacking at his chest rather weakly.

"Fuck you."

"We just did."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, mi amor."

#transformers #transformers x reader #rotb x reader #transformers mirage #mirage x reader #transformers rotb #transformers smut #smut #18+ fic #minors dont read #mirage has a death grip on me i love him so much!#mirage simp 2023 #transformers smut and fluff #valveplug

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bluesprng · 1 year

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( ♱ ) damn skirt.

muse: yeonjun, txt rated: 18+ / mdni requested: yes a/n: enjoy, don't enjoy it - i don't really care ♡ ( fem reader. )

from the moment yeonjun emerged from your bedroom, dressed and ready to go, you'd failed to take your eyes off of him. it wasn't that unusual considering how highly you thought of his visuals but this was different; this was causing aches in places you didn't know could ache that badly. it wasn't that big of a deal, he'd worn skirts around you before but a full outfit, nothing beneath and the way it hugged his frame was scratching a part of your brain you couldn't begin to name.

you found yourself being unable to form too many sentences, just following along to the car and staying quiet up until you were seated at the table. the restaurant was nice, you noted, a smile automatically forming as the rest of the members started to show up. you felt a little bad for intruding on their little celebration but the concern was quickly quelled by soobin and his dimpled smile. the five fell easily into conversation while you were writhing on the inside, thighs pressed together and hands holding onto the edge of your shirt like it was going to ease something. you felt so wrong for the thoughts going through your head, especially with the others there but you couldn't help it.

something about yeonjun had you feeling soaked. the outfit, the attitude, the confidence - God, it was basically coming off of him in waves and you couldn't stand it. when a plan came to mind, your fingers twitched in hesitancy, not knowing if you wanted to possibly be humiliated; it wouldn't be the first time something had happened in front of the others, they just tended to mind their business. reaching a hand across to settle on the raven's thigh, your fingers traced against the material of the skirt, something innocent enough to not get you in too much trouble.

your boyfriend was generally pretty relaxed about your teasing and needy nature considering he was the same way and had the exact same non-existent patience when it came to needs. you'd been pressed to bathroom walls far more times than you'd have liked and you were surprised you'd never gotten some disease. you shook that thought off for the time being.

he continued on with his conversations, not even a hitch in his breath when you finally slid your hand over his crotch, easily feeling him through the material. you were happy with yourself until you felt his hand over yours, gently moving it away. the way your head snapped towards him probably gained a couple member's attention but you ignored it and so did they. the raven offered you a gesture around the room and very subtle headshake, one that made you even more determined. he was really going to try and use the fact you were in public to deter you? the man who ate you out only a few weeks ago in a similar setting? absolutely not.

'someone's frustrated.'

you nearly hissed in beomgyu's direction, knowing that only two of them would be paying enough attention to the room to even remotely catch what had happened.

it took a few minutes but you slipped your hand back onto his thigh, feeling it flex beneath your touch. when soobin cut his conversation to head to the restroom, the raven finally turned his attention to you. 'you aren't going to stop, are you, love?' he questioned, a dangerous cut to his eyes as he looked at you, resting his cheek on his fist.

'it's your fault,' you mumbled, inching your hand closer to where you'd wanted it before.

his eyebrow rose. 'oh? it's my fault? please.. tell me, how is it my fault that you can't keep your hands to yourself?'

you could feel your features flush and you used your free hand to gesture to him almost rapidly, earning a muffled laugh from across the table. you both looked across to Kai who cleared his throat and looked away, clearly biting back any mocking comments he had.

yeonjun just clicked his tongue and straightened, taking your hand once more. 'well, since words are failing you.. why don't you put your mouth to better use until we order and the food comes?' it wasn't really a question, you knew that - the whole table knew that - and rejecting him wouldn't end too well for you. well, at least if you planned to walk or be in public again any time soon.

'you're evil.'

'is that a complaint?'

quickly shaking your head, you looked around the restaurant before maneuvering yourself under the table; thank god for fancy restaurants and their stupidly long tablecloths. you could feel him watching you before he crossed his arms, easily falling into another conversation, this time with Taehyun - the lack of attention almost made you frown. shuffling closer to him, you gently tugged the material up enough to tucked under it, immediately nosing at the inside of his thigh. he was fully aware of your obsession with that certain part of his body, so he spoke up; 'don't get distracted, love.'

you grumbled something under your breath, deciding to listen and bring your hands to hook in the waistband of his briefs, adjusting them just enough to free his length; were you honestly surprised he was already hard or had you forgotten who you were dating?

within the confined space of the material, you did your best to offer several base to lip licks, relishing in the feeling of warm, rigid flesh against your tongue. the downfall of doing things in public came in the form of not being able to hear his voice; his moans and his praises often aiding in your ability to get off pretty easily. without it, you were stuck just squeezing and rubbing your thighs together to briefly satisfy your aching core, focusing on what was in front of you.

wrapping your lips around the tip, you teased the tip of your tongue against the slit, something that earned the slightest flinch of his hips. you couldn't help but be delighted at getting some type of reaction, slowly starting to take in more and bob your head, tongue pressed flat to the underside; considering the sheer enjoyment you got out of blowing him, you had to silence your own sounds.

'you couldn't wait until you were home to celebrate?' it was soobin's voice as he returned to the table, the words followed by a weak chuckle.

'she was the one being impatient.. and i wasn't going to spend dinner with her little attempts,' yeonjun mused, 'besides, it isn't the first time and don't pretend like it bothers you. you've seen enough to not even flinch over it.'

the heat from before returned to your features and the silence from soobin's end let you know that both of you were recalling the drunk new year's eve party. you did your best to push the images away and kept going, head moving slowly and taking your time, something that was a hit or miss with the raven. he was getting dangerously close to your throat when a hand landed on the back of your head, pressing you down. tears formed and you did your best not to gag, thanking yourself for the days you practiced when he wasn't home.

feeling the way he prodded at your throat, you just let out a small groan and gripped onto his thigh, trying to get your breathing under control after the brief moment of panic.

'stay.'

the command made you whimper but you did as you were told, jaw going slack as you settled, knowing you'd probably be there for a while. was he really going to make you stay like that until the food came? it wouldn't be the first time he left you to cock warm like that but it was killing you. it didn't take long but you closed your eyes, occasionally humming as you relaxed into your position, drool pooling at his base; you would definitely get a playful scolding over making a mess.

thirty minutes.

it took thirty minutes for the food to come and by the time yeonjun was patting your head, cooing for you to come up, you'd dozed off into some weird stage between being awake and being asleep. slowly pulling away and letting his now mostly soft length slip from your mouth, the sound you made cleaning up the saliva could only be considered vulgar. climbing up from under the table, you wiped your mouth and cleared your throat, blinking your eyes to get them adjusted to the low lights of the room.

yeonjun smiled softly, that smile he always offered when he took care of you after something, and reached to fix your hair. 'pretty baby,' he mumbled, 'eat up, love.'

you always softened at the treatment and nodded, turning your attention to the food, content that he always knew what to get you. you never let him know you knew about the notes in his phone, the one listing your favorite foods from just about every cafe, restaurant and convenience store in the city.

as always, no one commented on what took place, just going about dinner as they would any other day. you were kind of thankful for it despite being a little curious what was going through everyone's minds. you'd both given ample opportunities for everyone to speak but they all seemed on the same page; 'if we have a problem, we'll let you know. otherwise, we don't care.'

dinner went by nicely, you finally joining in on the ever changing conversations and laughing along to the absolutely terrible jokes that everyone made; none of you were funny outside of yourselves, you were sure. with yeonjun returning to your place for the night, you waved goodbye once everyone had gotten full and wanted nothing more than to sleep, trotting off to your car with your boyfriend in tow.

'so, i'm evil now?' he questioned, stopping you by the car and opening the backseat door; you were confused about the gesture.

'i was just teasing,' you pouted and got in, very thankful you listened to their managers advice on getting your windows tinted. it wasn't your first time doing something in a car but sometimes, the anxiety of getting caught - especially for him - came out of nowhere and had a chokehold on you. you couldn't even begin to fathom the consequences of getting caught doing something so stupid. your thoughts dispersed when he joined you, patting his thighs.

you wanted to complain that the space was going to be cramped but he wasn't having it, helping you to settle over his lap, your back pressed snug to his chest. 'i've never seen you so impatient, since the day we met,' he began, chin resting on your shoulder as his hand made it's way down, popping the couple buttons of your nice, high waisted pants and slipping into the confines. 'i mean, i know your needy but.. acting like that in front of the others? you used to get shy about that.'

squirming slightly as his fingers made their way past your underwear, not even bothering to tease, you weren't exactly sure how to respond. 'y-your best friend has practically licked my organs, jun..' you mumbled, jerking when the pad of his middle finger slipped between your folds, down to feel the wetness that was basically oozing from your core.

he hummed in response, moving his hand up and using your own slick to make them glide against your clit easier, slow circles that made you want to whine and squirm against him; he wasn't going to allow that, not with the tight around that hold you in place. 'and the others? were you hoping they would want to do the same thing?'

you were used to the teasing, hell, the others were also used to it at this point. you'd all, at one point or another, done /something/ with each other. 'i just thought you looked extra good today,' you reasoned, moaning when he began to pick up his pace a little, focusing solely on the bundle of nerves that had you nearly writhing. 'promise, only thought of you tonight.. god, why'd you have to wear this stupid outfit?'

when his arm left your waist, you were hoping it was to give you the chance to move but you were terribly wrong. soon enough, both of his hands were working on you, two fingers on one hand dug deep into your walls while the other focused on your clit. 'all of this over a simple outfit?' he teased, head tilting to nose at the side of your neck, groaning at the way you moved against his already hard length. 'maybe i should reward you for all the flattery.. come on, then,' he began, pulling back now sticky, coated fingers and holding them up, 'clean me up and then you can ride me. how's that? or, would you prefer to be fucked?'

the embarrassment for getting so worked up over an outfit was really hitting hard with how he said it, walls clenching as you bit back the comment you wanted to make. you wanted to say it wasn't funny and defend yourself but you weren't given the chance, finding it hard to register the words at the attention to your sopping cunt was lost. you began to wonder if you'd done something wrong before the words rang in your ears; you had a thing for when he spoke in a vulgar manner and it wasn't a well kept secret. instead of answering verbally, you fumbled a little in the small space and dropped onto the backseat; you were sure it was a very ungraceful show you were putting on but you knew he didn't mind, not when he'd hit his head on the roof several times.

fighting to get your pants and underwear fully off, you settled with one knee off the seat and the other bent, holding you up from the floor so you could put yourself on display. with your cheek and chest against the seat, ass in the air, it wasn't comfortable at all but you were getting desperate, the shine on your inner thighs making it obvious. your hands just kind of settled wherever they could, briefly wondering to yourself why you seemed to own the smallest car in existence.

yeonjun had stayed silent, cooing over your fumbling and biting on his lip when you finally put yourself on display for him, presenting like you were in some weird abo fic; he wasn't complaining. his cock throbbed upon seeing you like this, wasting no time in ( somehow ) managing to get up, skirt and briefs pushed down to his thighs. 'i'm getting you a bigger car for christmas,' he muttered, clearly amused and annoyed with how you were both struggling but it was your own fault, neither of you wanting to wait until you got home. 'fuck, look at you.. so pretty, so eager,' he commented, hand offering his cock a few strokes before he was lining up with you, dragging his tip through your slick.

as he began pushing in, you used the seat to your advantage and turned your head, muffling your moans into the fabric. it was always a delicious feeling, the way he stretched and filled you, something you'd never get tired of. upon bottoming out, he only waited a handful of seconds before starting to move, quickly building up to a fast pace, gripping onto your hips. when yeonjun was needy, he wasn't gentle or slow by any means unless you asked. with the way you were clenching around him and gripping at the seat, you had no complaints.

neither of you were very wordy when it came down to it, not when it was classified as a quicky; all the dirty talk, sweet comments and loud cries were reserved for the bedroom.

yeonjun was chasing his release, one of his hands slipping around to give your clit attention, always having a weird obsession with cumming at the same time; you'd asked him about it at some point but the answer never seemed to stick. now wasn't the time for questioning his weird quirks, though, not when a particularly hard thrust had your whole body jerking and a cry to spill from you. 'fuck!' you let out without a thought, earning a low chuckle from between hard breathing a low groans.

'trying to get us caught now?' he managed to get out, clearly amused with your sudden outburst.

's-shut up!' you hissed out, feeling that familiar burning sensation that made you want to drool, each thrust finding you closer and closer to coming undone. he was on the same page, thrusts becoming a little erratic the closer he got, showing no mercy on your velvet walls.

'c-cumming,' was his only warning, something you were used to and god, you saw white the moment warmth flooded your walls, your own release washing over you. you were incoherent for a good two or three minutes, barely even registering the way he pulled out slowly and started rubbing over your lower back, helping the way your frame crumpled into the seat.

'you okay, beautiful?' he mumbled, carefully caressing your lower back, making sure you were okay and in a good state of mind; yeonjun made a habit to never leave your side unless you gave him the okay. it took you a couple seconds to nod, head turning to offer him a tiny smile.

'm alright, feel good,' you answered.

smiling, his hand moved up to touch your cheek, patting it gently. 'should've waited til we got home, your cheek looks a little swollen,' he muttered, thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek, careful of the reddened skin. 'you okay if i get us home?'

shifting around, you brought a hand up to feel the warm skin, eyebrows pulling together. 'I'll take a look when we get home,' you nodded a little before smiling, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. 'yes, please.'

#txt #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt things #tomorrow x together #txt smut #yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #mdni #minors stay away #minors dont read #minors go away #minors do not interact

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sailoryooons · 1 year

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yoonkook crack. jungkook has still not exited his twilight phase and wants to be a cullen soooooo bad. yoongi, an actual hundred-year-old vampire, is tired of him.

❀ Pairing: Human!Jungkook x Vampire!Yoongi

❀ Summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all.

❀ Word Count: 8,727

❀ Genre: Supernatural, coworkers to lovers, crack, pwp

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings:Jungkook is whatever the weeb equivalent is to Vampires - a Veeb, if you will, a little bit of pining, Misc. Vampire Lore I Made Up, Sekhmet vampire theory makes an appearances again, explicit language, explicit sexual content including unprotected anal sex, oral (m. receiving) a lot of fluids and lub and come and spit, ass play (m. receiving), Jungkook cannot pick a position to fuck Yoongi, bottom Yoongi, top Jungkook, like? Random convos about predator/prey dynamic but not really you’ll see what I mean it’s there if u squint, Jungkook basically being a giant vampire nerd and cringe sometimes but it’s cute?

❀ Published: April 5, 2023

❀ A/N: THANK YOU TO M FOR REQUESTING THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING GONG SHOW OF A FIC. This fic ame about… I actually do not at all remember how we got on this topic but basically we were laughing at the idea of Vampire Nerd JK losing it after finding out Yoongi was a vampire. Jungkook was originally supposed to be Acting More Like A Vampire but I realize it was more of I’m Kind Of Like A Vampire and The Authority On Them. Whatever, I actually like how this turned out and I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT M I LOVE YOU AND WE ARE IN A COMPLETELY NORMAL, MONOGAMOUS, VERY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. ALSO WHOOPS I SLIPPED AND MY 1-2K IS OVER 8K I’M EMBARAZZARDDD

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Min Yoongi hates Jeon Jungkook.

No, that’s not entirely true. What Yoongi hates is Jungkook’s stupid fucking comic books.

Jungkook slinks into the breakroom, eyes sweeping the mostly empty room until they settle on Yoongi and he smiles. Yoongi’s stomach flips at the small - perhaps imagined - light in Jungkook’s eyes as he pulls his backpack tighter and rushes over to the chair opposite Yoongi.

Slinging his backpack on the table, Jungkook winces when he knocks Yoongi’s thermos over. Yoongi catches it, lightning quick as Jungkook looks at him with wide, surprised eyes. He murmurs an apology and Yoongi waves it off, settling back into his chair as Jungkook sits down and begins shuffling through his backpack like a pack rat.

Though Yoongi’s eyes are focused on the pages of his book, the letters swim before him as he observes Jungkook from the edge of his vision. He smells sweet, like honeysuckle. Sunshine. Warmth. He makes little sounds of frustration as he struggles to find what he’s looking for. After several huffs, Yoongi looks up, inky eyes looking at Jungkook who stares at his bag angrily.

“There are Hello Pandas in the cabinet,” Yoongi offers gently. Jungkook looks up, blushing and chewing his lip. Yoongi shrugs as though Jungkook asked a question. “Saw them in there this morning.”

“Cool, thanks, hyung.”

When Jungkook gets up, back facing Yoongi to go to the office pantry, Yoongi allows himself a small, secret smile.

This shared routine of reading at lunch is Yoongi’s favorite. Every day they arrive in a pattern. Yoongi first, sitting at the table closest to the fridge and pulling the chair so it’s back is against the wall. He’ll pull out a book and spend the first five minutes reading, the loud noises of office life no longer a distraction after years of practice.

Second, Jungkook will come in. He’ll look around to assess who is in the breakroom, even though he always sits in the seat across from Yoongi. He’ll get his little snacks - usually Hello Panda cookies or a protein smoothie - and sit next to Yoongi and read his Fang Fucker comics, which he hides away with custom book covers.

So no, Yoongi doesn’t hate Jungkook. Not at all, really. But Yoongi does hate the way that he spots little vampire fang pins on Jungkook’s bags. Sees that he’s wrapped a red ribbon around one of the straps, smelling faintly of dried blood.

Yoongi ignores the pang of hunger in his stomach as Jungkook returns, settling into his chair as Jungkook tears the corner of the package open with his teeth. He does everything with his fucking teeth, and Yoongi has told him dozens of times that Jungkook is going to damage them.

I have sharp teeth, hyung, was always the response, a secret smile on Jungkook’s face.

Now, Jungkook pulls out his book and cracks the spine, the sound whisper-soft against Yoongi’s sharp hearing. Jungkook slouches in his seat, popping a cookie into his mouth as his eyes become hypnotized on the page, book supported by his knees as he brings his feet on the edge of his chair, curled up.

Yoongi’s stomach turns to acid when he sees the comic panels. A crass, horrendous take on vampires, Fang Fuckers follows the story of two lovers separated by the laws of the supernatural. Belle, a human prone to accidents and drawing the attention of anything with a pulse forever pines after Eddie, a vampire always clad in jeans and who is effortlessly cool.

Glancing at Jungkook’s outfit, Yoongi presses his lips in a firm line. Today, Jungkook is dressed in jeans with the ankles rolled, a pair of dirty high-tops on his feet. His t-shirt is tucked loosely into the waist of his jeans, making Yoongi’s eyes linger far too long on Jungkook’s tapered waist. His tattoos are hidden by the sleeves of a jean jacket, worn and soft with time.

Lately, Jungkook lets his hair grow out. It’s wild and wavy, trimmed somewhere between a mullet and a wolf cut. Just like Eddies, Yoongi notes with an eye twitch. Still, it looks good on Jungkook, the way most things do.

The hair and the outfits aren’t the only thing that Jungkook imitates. Yoongi tries to focus on his own book instead of thinking about Jungkook’s little habits. The way Jungkook tells people he’s allergic to garlic, or how he has taken to walking as quietly around the office as possible. In a way, it’s a little bit amusing to watch Jungkook try to be mysterious and vague about how he spends his weekend.

Just yesterday, Yoongi watched Jungkook flinch at the sun as everyone started walking to their cars after work. It had made him roll his eyes, but it is… sort of cute, this little fascination Jungkook has with the undead. The eternal. The absolutely ridiculous and not-at-all-accurate vampires in his little stories.

But it’s also a little insulting. Especially when Jungkook argues with Taehyung about whether or not a stake would actually work on a vampire, or if vampires can see their reflections in a mirror. Yoongi has heard them whispering, tucked away in Jungkook’s cubicle next to Yoongi’s as they search Reddit threads about the best place to look for vampires.

Taehyung walks into the breakroom. He’s in flowy tan trousers, a white t-shirt tucked in, and a soft-looking cardigan. He’s got multi-layered necklaces around his neck that clink as he goes to the fridge, asking what Jungkook is reading.

Jungkook doesn’t look up when he says, “Spiderman.”

“That’s nice,” Taehyung answers, a smirk evident in his voice. Yoongi knows Spiderman is their code for reading their little vampire porn. “New volume?”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook mumbles around a mouthful of Hello Pandas.

The snap of the cookies in his mouth sets Yoongi on edge. He glares at Jungkook, but the younger boy doesn’t notice, crunching away as he drinks in the colorful pages of his little book. Yoongi's jaw ticks. Jungkook’s brow is pulled together and he chews with a frown, the only sign that Yoongi has that he’s enjoying his snack and reading.

There is a steady rhythm to the sounds of the breakroom. It’s Yoongi's favorite place at work. He’s always the first in, making coffee that fills the space with a slightly burnt smell. Taehyung comes in next, smiling and clothes swishing, always bright-eyed. Jungkook is usually the last in, quiet and avoidant as he snatches banana milk from the fridge and vanishes to his cubicle.

The break room isn’t much. The linoleum is peeling, the fridge hums so loud that Yoongi can hear it at his desk, and there’s always a mysterious puddle by the sink. But his coworkers fill the space with their chatter. It’s where he learns about their lives.

It’s where Yoongi learns that Taehyung loves to listen to jazz, humming Ella Fitzgerald while he uses the microwave. It’s where he learns that Jimin is dating Hoseok from product marketing, the room filled with their secret smiles and innocent hands brushing against one another. It’s where he learns that Jungkook liked to read Fang Fucker. Where he learns that Jungkook, sometimes a little distracted, communicates in soft noises rather than words.

The break room is filled with the drama of coworkers and whispers. It’s full of humanity and Yoongi is well… not.

A sudden hiss catches Yoongi’s attention. He smells the blood before he sees it. Taehyung is reaching for a rag at the counter, lemon left on a cutting board with a scarlet-painted knife. Yoongi works his jaw as he watches Taehyung wrap his hand, iron and salt blooming in the air, heavy on Yoongi’s tongue.

Jungkook goes rigid. Yoongi is distracted for a split second, eyes turning from Taehyung tending to his sliced finger as Jungkook launches upward out of his chair and bolts for the door. Yoongi raises his brow, watching it slam shut beside him as Taehyung looks up at the closed door, then swivels to Yoongi.

“Uhhh, can you get me a bandaid?”

Yoongi nods, glaring at the door as he stands. “Sure.”

If there is one thing Yoongi knows, it’s that he is sick of Jungkook playing the part of a vampire.

The love-hate relationship between work happy hours and Yoongi is a complexity Yoongi has yet to unravel. He likes watching his coworkers unwind, sipping drinks through their little black straws and admitting they hate Jeffery from the data team. He thinks it’s sweet when he sees Hoseok get Jimin flustered by whispering something in his ear - something Yoongi wishes he didn’t hear over the roar of the bar but does.

And yet Yoongi doesn’t like the press of people. Doesn’t like the way the sound of their collective voices buzz through him, or the way that he can feel their pulses throbbing behind thin skin, a hypnotic beat only he can hear and feel. It makes him feel crowded and irritable, but he likes watching the bright, burning flame of vitality and life here.

It makes him feel human again, even if he hasn’t been for a very, very long time.

Taehyung is pressed against the bar, telling Jungkook at hyperspeed how he met the very tall, very broad man next to him, who watches Taehyung with soft eyes and a dimple carving a hollow in his cheek. Namjoon. His name is Namjoon, Yoongi remembers.

Yoongi watches over the rim of his glass, sipping his whisky as Jungkook’s finger traces the drops of condensation on his beer bottle, zigzagging around the label, ignoring Taehyung as he rambles on about Virginia Woolf. The movement catches his eye, and Yoongi focuses first on Jungkook's finger, long and slender. Then the tattoos and swirling ink that vanish under his sleeve, then the veins in his hand, pumping O positive through his body.

Though there is a unique note to each blood type, people smell different too. Taehyung smells like sugar, something light and spun like cotton candy. Namjoon smells like lemon and wax, something Yoongi would maybe find in a bookstore. And Jungkook…. Jungkook smells like honeysuckle, growing strong under a warm sun in the middle of spring.

Yoongi’s mouth waters and he looks away, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and waving the bartender down for another. When he turns back to the conversation, Jungkook is scowling, brows pinched, mouth pouted. “That isn’t all I know about wolves,” he huffs in Taehyung's direction. His hands disappear in his jacket sleeves as he fiddles with the string. “And anyway, what would you know?”

Taehyung gives Jungkook a look. “About the same as you? We read the same comics.”

“Ugh, those aren’t the only source material.”

Yoongi puts together that somehow the topic of Virgina Woolf has led them to wolves and vampires. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, but he squeezes his glass a little tighter. Yoongi looks at Namjoon, hoping that Taehyung’s new boyfriend will help.

Instead, Namjoon sips his gin and tonic and cocks his head. “I’ve seen Tae reading those comics. Do they actually have any relevance to the historical lore of the vampire, or is it made up?”

“Oh a ton of it is deep rooted in historical and scientific studies,” Jungkook answers excitedly. Yoongi groans and Jungkook casts him a dubious look over his shoulder. Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek and looks away. “The writer did a ton of research.”

Bullshit, Yoongi thinks but doesn’t say it out loud.

Still, Yoongi listens to Jungkook drone on and on about how the pop culture depictions of vampires originate from the stories and myths of small villages in Romania, furthered by Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Now that makes Yoongi grin into his glass a little, agreeing that almost all of the media surrounding vampires rely heavily on European myths and stories.

He watches the way Jungkook speaks, momentarily hypnotized. Jungkook isn’t an eloquent speaker, stopping often to blush and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear or find his words, chewing on his bottom lip. When he gains confidence, he speaks faster, using his hands more as he speaks, looking back and forth between Namjoon and Taehyung who are a loyal, captive audience.

Yoongi softens a little.

At heart, Jungkook is someone who is a bit of a fanatic. It’s harmless for now, Yoongi thinks. He’s always carefully listening to Jungkook, no matter how annoying it gets. Making sure that he can protect him, that he can pick up when Jungkook is in any real danger.

“Historical research suggests that the first coven of Romanian vampires was called the Ouroborus,” Jungkook says. Yoongi goes rigid. Taehyung looks at Yoongi over Jungkook’s shoulder, tilting his head in a question, but the youngest of their group continues on. “That’s where Stoker got Dracula’s name idea from. It comes from the Romanian word dracul which is the devil but really it’s from the Latin draco for dragon. Really silly, because the dragon looks nothing like the serpent, but I think Dracula was a real figure who started the Our-”

“The Ouroborus are not Romanian, nor was that the point of origin.” Yoongi only belatedly realizes he says this out loud as the group turns to him. Jungkook’s flushed lips are parted and his eyes are round. Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s heart speeds up, and senses his confusion. Yoongi clears his throat and diverts his eyes, shrugging it off. “That symbol means nothing.”

“The Ouroborus symbol is for eternal life,” Jungkook says slowly, still recovering from the fact that Yoongi has bothered to entertain the conversation. Yoongi already regrets speaking up. The room is noisy and his throat burns. He’s a little hungry, and Jungkook, who turns toward him, smells a little too good. “And the confusion between the snake and the dragon makes perfect sense.”

“The Ouroboros is not eternity. It’s life and death.”

Jungkook frowns and sets his beer on the counter. “Hyung, no it’s not.”

“Ah, whatever. It’s fine, forget I said anything.”

“No, hyung. You’re wrong.”

And oh. Yoongi knows that expression that Jungkook is wearing. His jaw is set and sharp, lips pressed in a firm line. Jungkook stares at Yoongi, eyes intense and fist closed on the bar top, pressing into the sticky, lacquered counter. It’s cute when Jungkook looks like this. He’s determined and frustrated, and Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s pulse begins to rush and sees the way his jaw flexes.

Jungkook has never turned his argument face on Yoongi. There was nothing to ever argue about. Until now, Yoongi has tolerated Jungkook’s vampire fanaticism in silence. And yet the simple mention of Ouroborus has Yoongi on edge.

“It represents infinity,” Jungkook insists. “The eternity of life of a vampire, the never ending cycle of immortality.”

“It’s the never ending cycle of death and life.” Yoongi’s tone is hard. He feels the overwhelming need for Jungkook to get this right. To not look into Ouruborus. To understand. “The Ouroborus originates as far back as Ancient Egypt when the god Ra created the goddess Sekhmet to destroy and punish humanity. She and her followers were immortal - the eternal representation of death and destruction. And when they couldn’t stop, Ra banished them to the darkness, never to walk in the sun again. Her followers took on the snake eating its tail to represent how their existence would always bring death and destruction.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Vampires didn’t originate in Egypt. That’s not right.”

“They didn’t originate from anywhere, Jungkook. They just are. And they’re not all the same creatures, no matter what your little vampire porn book tells you.”

Yoongi regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth. Jungkook recoils like he’s been slapped, his expression slipping from frustrated to hurt.

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for Jungkook. Jungkook shrugs him off and throws cash on the bar before looking at Taehyung and Namjoon who watch in mute horror, bystanders to a car crash they can’t control. “See you guys later.”

Shoving his way through the crowd, Jungkook vanishes. Yoongi can still smell him, though. Can hear the way Jungkook’s heart is racing, can taste the anxiety and anger rolling off of him. Yoongi wants to smack his own head against the countertop.

“Well go after him,” Taehyung says, drawing Yoongi’s attention. Taehyung looks him up and down and laughs a little. “You’re hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You obviously hate Jungkook’s obsession with vampires for whatever reason, but you’ve spent the last three years at work circulating him like a little satellite. You think I don’t notice you stocking the cabinet with Hello Pandas? Or putting that nasty banana milk in the fridge? You hate it and yet you indulge in him. So go apologize for making fun of him and make out or something.”

“I…” Yoongi trails off and Taehyung smirks.

“You told Jimin to stop talking about his fascination with tarot two days in because it was annoying you. You’ve let Jungkook talk to you and around you about vampires for three years.”

Yoongi scratches the back of his ear. He can’t blush, but if he could, he would be stained pink from his ears to his nose under Taehyung’s accusations. “Ah. Sorry to ruin the night.”

“Go,” Taehyung grins. “And at least make out for a little, watching you pretend not to notice one another during your little reading lunches is exhausting.”

It’s a cool night, silence blanketing the mostly-empty parking lot. The sun has made her final descent and given way to the moon, which slowly climbs into the sky, bracketed by stars. Yoongi sees Jungkook standing near the entrance to the fenced-in parking lot, looking down at his phone as he toes gravel beneath his shoe. Yoongi hears the soft crunch and he sighs.

Jungkook doesn’t hear him coming. He never does, and this time Yoongi doesn’t announce his arrival or make human noises. Instead, he takes a second to drink in Jungkook. Jungkook is bathed in the halo of a streetlamp that buzzes loudly above their heads. It’s still early night, a little bit of color in the sky near the horizon, but Yoongi only has eyes for Jungkook, who sniffs a little and wipes at his face with the back of his sleeve.

An ache fills Yoongi’s chest when he realizes that Jungkook has been crying. Or at least has shed a single tear. He sees Jungkook swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing. He adjusts his backpack, fang and bat pins reflecting in the street lamp.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jungkook lurches and cries out in alarm, jumping away from Yoongi and whirling around. Yoongi winces when Jungkook stumbles but catches his balance, pulse beating so loudly that Yoongi can’t help but drop his gaze down to where Jungkook’s blood rushes wildly through his jugular, artery pulsing.

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook huffs, scowling. “You did.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah right.” Jungkook turns away and looks at his phone. Yoongi can see him waiting for an Uber.

“Jungkook.”

“I get it,” Jungkook snaps. “You think I’m weird. You don’t like my comics, you don’t like that I find this stuff cool, and you don’t like me. Message received.”

“I never said any of that.”

Jungkook throws a heated glance his way. “Oh, so you do like my comics?”

“No,” Yoongi admits. “Because they’re wrong.” He sees the hurt flicker across Jungkook’s face and Yoongi wants to scream. “I don’t mean wrong because of the sex shit or whatever. I don’t care about that. They’re wrong about vampires. All of it.”

“How would you know?” Jungkook asks the question and Yoongi wants to answer so badly. Wants to blurt it out, wants to admit that he has the stupid answers to Jungkook’s questions. “You don’t know anything about vampires. And then you made fun of me and embarrassed me.”

“You shouldn’t be talking about or looking into Ouroborus.”

“What do you know?”

“I know things.”

“Not about this, you don’t even like vampires.”

“You don’t know what I like.”

“Yeah, because you barely talk to me. We’ve been coworkers for years - sat next to each other for years. I get it, but don’t make fun of the things I like. Don’t talk nonsense just to tease me.”

And oh Yoongi sees it now. Sees the insecurity creep in, sees the boy who thinks that his coworker is taking the thing he loves most and using it as a weapon.

Jungkook seems to fold in on himself, arms hugging around his middle, chin tucking to his neck. He looks so small like this, and Yoongi wants to kick himself. Hasn't Jungkook seen how much Yoongi does like him? Hasn’t he noticed how Yoongi waters the plants on Jungkook’s desk that would have died by now? How he puts his favorite snacks in the break room? How he always makes sure to stay late at the office and walk out together, just to make sure no one hurts Jungkook?

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Yoongi says gently. “You scared me.”

“I-” Jungkook cuts himself off and tilts his head. His earrings catch the light. Delicate like the careful slope of his mouth, like the soft skin of his neck. “Scared you?”

“Most of your rambling about vampires is annoying,” Yoongi admits and Jungkook scrunches his nose. “But harmless. Not able to hurt anyone. Sometimes you’re right. Sometimes you’re wrong. But then tonight you started talking about Ouroborus, and I don’t even know where you heard of that, but you shouldn’t be looking into it. Into them.”

“There are symbols in my comic book,” Jungkook says slowly. His lips are a little pouted, distracting Yoongi from the dangerous subject matter. “And hints. So I looked it up. They’re like, a vampire coven-”

“They’re a cult.” Yoongi is firm. Clenches and unclenches his fist. “Stop looking them up, Jungkook. They love people like you, hypnotized by the mystery and the thrill. Please.”

“How do you know?” Yoongi knew he would ask. Jungkook shakes his head, earrings clinking together. Down the street, a cat yowls at someone walking by. “I thought you hated my vampire stuff. You always make a face when Tae and I talk about it.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“Okay, well I do hate your vampire stuff.”

“Exactly, so why should I take anything you say for fact? I’ve spent hours reading on this stuff-”

“Well I’ve spent two hundred and seven years as a vampire. My anniversary is actually in two weeks.”

Yoongi’s admission hangs heavily between them. Jungkook stares, open mouth. Yoongi suddenly has the very human urge to shift from foot-to-foot. Or to fidget, which isn’t something that he feels often - nervousness isn’t something that he feels often.

Yet he feels it all the time with Jungkook. Feels like squirming in his chair when Jungkook leans on the breakroom table between them, laying his head on his backpack with Fang Fucker tucked in his lap. Feels annoyed when he sees Eddie turning into bats on the pages, misting across panels to save Belle on the other side. Feels fond and happy when Jungkook gets through a presentation without stumbling, especially after Yoongi could hear him practicing in the bathroom all morning.

Jungkook makes Yoongi feel so human. Makes him feel things that he doesn’t need at all, but wants.

“You what?”

The Uber pulls into the parking lot, tires hissing against crackling gravel. Jungkook ignores the car completely, even though Yoongi waves his hand and moves out of the car's way. Headlights flash toward them as Yoongi turns, and Jungkook gasps, leaning backward but not taking a full step.

Yoongi knows what the younger has just seen. A sliver reflection of eyes, flashing in the sudden flooding of light against them. Predator eyes when exposed to light in the dark. Jungkook is squeezing his phone tight in his hands, knuckles white. His heart is racing and he totally ignores it when the driver rolls down the window and asks if he’s Jungkook.

“Prove it,” Jungkook says to Yoongi.

“What? You believe me?”

“Maybe. Prove you’re one and that you’re not just turning this into a joke.” He takes a deep breath. “Prove you’re not making fun of me.”

“I would never-”

“Prove it, Yoongi.”

Yoongi. Not hyung. Yoongi fights a smile at how ferocious Jungkook demands this, hands fisted at his side. Yoongi gestures to the car. “Get in. To wherever you live. I can show you.”

Nodding, Jungkook pops open the door and slides right into the car. Yoongi sighs, looking upward and closing his eyes briefly. Of course Jungkook would get into a car with someone who just told him he was a vampire. Jungkook has no fear of Yoongi, not a single worry in the world. Even as Yoongi slides into the back seat, casting his dark eyes in Jungkook’s direction, there is not a single iota of anxiety in Jungkook’s face or scent.

Just pure, unfettered excitement.

City lights blur by. Yoongi watches Jungkook, flickering shadows and light as they pass by other cars on the road. Jungkook watches Yoongi right back, his dark eyes studying Yoongi as though he could find some sort of visual indicator that Yoongi is the vampire he says he is.

This is dangerous. Yoongi knows that he shouldn’t be indulging. But the crestfallen face Jungkook made when he thought Yoongi was making fun of him and the memory of Jungkook sniffling softly makes Yoongi throw caution to the wind.

Yoongi trusts himself around Jungkook.

They don’t speak until they’re at Jungkook’s apartment and he’s walking over the threshold, flipping on the light. Yoongi remains on the other side of the door and that urge to fidget is back as Yoongi’s anxiety spikes. He doesn’t move, watching as Jungkook holds the door open, his back facing Yoongi.

Idiot, Yoongi thinks, Jungkook not realizing that he has turned his back to a predator.

When Yoongi doesn’t cross, Jungkook looks over his shoulder, head tilted. Puzzled. Yoongi gazes at Jungkook intently, eyes flickering to the floor back up to Jungkook. For a human, Jungkook is perceptive. He tracks Yoongi’s gaze and his mouth forms a soft ‘o’ as he meets Yoongi’s eyes.

“Can you not cross?” Yoongi shakes his head and Jungkook hums, holding the door open wider. “Prove it.”

Yoongi sighs. Lifts his foot and brings it forward, though he already knows what’s going to happen. He meets an invisible barrier, foot stopping in mid air. It feels like kicking a wall, solid and unrelenting. Yoongi puts his foot back down, but Jungkook doesn’t seem satisfied.

Reaching through the door, Jungkook pulls Yoongi by the hand. Yoongi flinches, startled that Jungkook is touching him so freely as he pulls Yoongi’s hand toward the door frame. Jungkook’s hand passes through just fine, but he meets resistance as Yoongi’s hand hits the invisible wall, palm flat and pressing on it.

With a noise somewhere between a gasp and giggle, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but lets Jungkook yank at his jacket sleeve. Nothing he does helps, and Yoongi is stuck with his hand pressed up against the barrier and Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around his forearms, tugging.

“Wow,” Jungkook whispers. He looks up at Yoongi, stars in his eyes, blush on his face and the most beautiful smile Yoongi has ever seen. “I just have to…?” Yoongi nods, understanding the question. “Come in, hyung.”

Before Yoongi can step through the door, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. It doesn’t make Yoongi move much. He’s an aged vampire, strong and fast. But it’s cute when Jungkook lets out a squeal as Yoongi steps over the threshold into Jungkook’s home, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jungkook doesn’t bother turning the lights on, getting up close to Yoongi and tilting his head. He’s much taller than Yoongi, though about as broad. This close, Yoongi can hear the blood rushing through Jungkook’s nervous system, a whisper of sound against his hyper-sensitive ears. He can smell Jungkook, sweet and like spring, nearly taste him on his tongue as Jungkook looks at Yoongi’s mouth.

“Fangs?” he asks, because it’s Jungkook. Of course he isn’t afraid that there is an apex predator in his home, that Yoongi could rip him apart and- “Show me.”

Yoongi doesn’t know why he does it. Or maybe he does. Because since Jungkook walked into work three years ago, Yoongi has done nothing but indulge Jungkook in everything. Let’s him ramble about Fang Fucker. Gives him all of his snacks. Let’s Jungkook take Yoongi’s favorite pens that write nice and smooth when Jungkook loses his own pens.

As Yoongi opens his mouth and feels the sharp sting of his fangs gliding through his gums, he realizes that he told Jungkook the truth simply because it’s Jungkook. Because he wanted Jungkook to know. Because it makes Jungkook light up like a solar flare, clapping his hands as he grins at the two, sharpened points that help Yoongi puncture his prey and drink deeply from the artery.

“How do you turn?”

“No.” Jungkook straightens and looks down the wide bridge of his nose at Yoongi, lips downturned. Yoongi’s fangs vanish and he glares. “I’m not telling you that, you’d just try and do it yourself.”

“I’m not suicidal.”

“Who said death was involved? Don’t fish for information, Jungkook.”

The boy at least has the decency to look chagrined. “Fine. I have questions.”

“I’m tired.”

“Do vampires sleep?”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing he has opened himself to the world’s longest line of questioning. “In a way, yes. Not the way humans do.”

“So like a resting trance.”

“That’s…” Yoongi thinks about when he lays down, settling somewhere between waking dreams and fully functioning. The dreams aren’t like the dreams that he had when he was a human. They’re more like memories, flipping through like a scrapbook as he rests. “Yeah, actually. Pretty accurate.”

Jungkook’s grin is wicked. “Learned that from Fang Fucker. I guess it’s pretty accurate after all, huh?”

“No.”

“Will you fuck me?”

If Yoongi was a creature that relied on breathing to live, the air would leave his lungs. He doesn’t gasp anymore, but he would now if he could, blinking two dark eyes up at Jungkook who is grinning, and who has something sharp and mischievous in his gaze.

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi’s gums ache. “You suddenly find out I’m a vampire and want to fuck me?”

“What? Wait!” Jungkook lurches after Yoongi, who turns on his heel toward the door. He only stops because Jungkook asks. It’s like Jungkook’s word is his command, and Yoongi knows that he could leave. Could vanish from the apartment. And yet he doesn’t. “I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t… no.”

“Then how did you mean it? You’re telling me you would ask that if I wasn’t a vampire?”

“No, but not because I don’t want to.” Yoongi cocks his head and Jungkook’s face flushes. He hides behind both of his hands and lets out an aggravated sound. “Ugh! I just, I got excited and it was the first thing I could think of and yeah, I do want to fuck you because sex with a vampire like - is it like the comic books? I would love to know.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi says gently, but it goes unheard.

“But that’s totally not why I want to in general, hyung. Taehyung thinks that you have a crush on me, and it made me so nervous at first because I always thought you were so pretty and quiet and maybe a little bit scary, but now I realize that maybe you’re not scary, you’re just a vampire.”

Yoongi says Jungkook’s name again, but the boy is on a roll, ranting into his hands and hiding his embarrassment from Yoongi as best as he can. Yoongi is no longer irritated, though, as Jungkook continues mumbling and smelling like honeysuckle.

“And I totally have a crush on you, which is why when I thought you were making fun of me I got so upset and had to get out of there. I didn’t want you to see me cry even though crying is totally okay, but you’re always so unemotional and I thought it would annoy you more. And then you’re all here like ‘I’m a vampire’ and it fried my brain and I don’t know? We’re in my apartment, so sex seems like-”

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks up from where his face is buried in his palms. Eyes wide, innocent. Mouth parted, slick-shined with his spit. Yoongi’s eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth. Wants to know if he tastes just as sweet as he smells. Wants to know what the shape of his mouth is like, wants to feel the soft and hard lines of Jungkook’s body hiding under the cotton of his shirt.

Yoongi isn’t like Eddie in Fang Fucker, who kept trying to hide from the desire for Belle. Yoongi isn’t scared of himself. He knows what he’s capable of, he is good at control. He’s been alive long enough to have mastered himself, and he isn’t worried about snapping Jungkook’s neck or taking a bite.

So Yoongi doesn’t fight some long-winded internal war. Doesn’t feel guilty when he slides toward Jungkook, letting his feet move him vampire-smooth. Jungkook sucks in a little bit of air. Watches how Yoongi settles up close to him, tilting his head up.

Jungkook’s breath is warm and is as sweet as his blood smells. Jungkook shivers and Yoongi grins. This close, he can ount each and every one of Jungkook’s long, silky soft eyelashes.

“You,” Yoong murmurs, voice low and soft. “Can fuck me, Jungkook. I will be doing none of the work.”

“Really?”

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook’s mouth again and hums, zeroing in on it.

Jungkook wastes no time. Yoongi watches Jungkook close his eyes and lean in. He has a brief second to smile, to lean up into it, pushing onto his tiptoes to meet Jungkook’s eager mouth. Jungkook’s lips are soft soft, tasting faintly like cherry chapstick that he must have applied in the parking lot waiting for his car and a little bit like beer.

Yoongi doesn’t mind, humming delightly as Jungkook pulls Yoongi toward him. Yoongi lets him, Jungkook pressing their waists together as his hands loop around Yoongi’s back, holding him there. Jungkook is a messy kisser, but he’s eager and gentle, tongue licking at the seam of Yoongi’s mouth until Yoongi opens up.

Jungkook brushes his tongue gently across Yoongi’s teeth, feeling for the sharpness of fangs. Yoongi huffs in Jungkook’s mouth, pushing him slightly and making Jungkook stumble a few inches. Jungkook is shadowed in the dark of his living room, eyes half-lidded and mouth shining in Yoongi’s spit.

“I’m not biting you.”

Jungkook grins, his tongue poking through his teeth as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Bet you want to though, huh? Wanna bite me, hyung?”

“I’m not one of your little fictional vampires,” Yoongi assures Jungkook, who pulls at Yoongi’s shirt to bring him closer. Their chests are pressed together, Yoongi looking up as Jungkook bends down to steal another sloppy, open mouth kiss. “I have control and I’m not worried about it.”

“Control, huh?” Jungkook tugs Yoongi's hand. “I bet you have lots of stamina too.”

Yoongi feels like he’s walking on air when he follows Jungkook to his bedroom. He takes in multiple things at once, able to flick his gaze across the room and see all of the details of Jungkook’s life at the same time that Jungkook tugs on Yoongi’s sleeve, making a soft noise that indicates he wants Yoongi to move faster.

Jungkook’s room has a boyish charm. His bed is pressed up against the wall, a single lamp over it with a stack of comics on the nightstand. His sheets smell clean, though vaguely of floral soap. There are comic panels pressed in glass and displayed in wooden frames over the bed: Spiderman, Scarlet Witch, Fang Fuckers.

Near the bathroom, there’s a meticulously organized bookcase, teeming with comic books and actual books. Yoongi sees the names flash by as Jungkook nudges Yoongi toward the bed and huffs when he realizes he can’t simply shove Yoongi onto the mattress. The vampire laughs and sits down as Jungkook sheds his jean jacket, letting it hit the floor.

It pleases Yoongi that Jungkook’s room isn’t messy, though a little disheveled. There seems to be an organized chaos to it, to Jungkook. He likes that, the way that Jungkook is at the nexus of impossible spectrums. LIke now, when Jungkook looks shy and innocent as he drops to his knees in front of Yoongi, looking up at him through dark lashes.

Jungkook’s hair curls so elegantly across his forehead. Yoongi reaches forward, carding his hands through the silk strands. It’s just as soft as he thought and he smiles, leaning down to catch Jungkook’s mouth again, tongues tangled and the wet smack of their kisses sending heat into Yoongi’s stomach, making his cock stir.

Of course Jungkook can get Yoongi semi-hard by just kissing. But what really does it, is when Jungkook breaks from the kiss, a string of spit between them for a moment. Yoongi watches it break before his eyes zero in on Jungkook’s tattooed hands going for the button on Yoongi’s jeans.

“Wanna suck you off,” Jungkook admits, fingers working the zipper. Yoongi leans back on his arms, watching Jungkook with rapt attention.

He is so fucking beautiful. The ink on his arms is exquisite, moving in artistic whorls of mostly black art with some pieces of color splashed in. Yoongi thinks that the pair of them are a lot like Jungkook’s tattoos. Yoongi is the stark, unchanging black and Jungkook is the bright, splatter of color and life.

Yoongi’s hands go to Jungkook’s arms, fingers tracing the color. Jungkook pauses trying to get Yoongi’s pants off, letting Yoongi feel him. Jungkook is so warm, vitality humming in his veins under paper-thin skin. Jungkook ducks forward, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s wrist, Jungkook’s mouth eager to place butterfly-soft kisses on Yoongi’s skin.

It makes Yoongi smile. He can’t remember the last time he was intimate with someone. It doesn’t matter. He lets Jungkook feel his skin.

“You're warm,” Jungkook notes, turning his attention to tugging on Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi lifts his hips, helping him pull them down his thighs and knees, fabric scraping. It feels so good, the heat of Jungkook’s hands, the taste of his excitement in the air. “Not cold at all.”

“We live between life and death,” Yoongi sighs, head tilting back as Jungkook rips off Yoongi’s shoes. Jungkook’s sweet scent mixes with the headiness of his arousal. Every inch of Yoongi’s skin is like an exposed wire, especially when Jungkook places open mouth kisses to Yoongi’s thighs, making him twitch. “We are neither entirely dead nor entirely alive. I adapt to the temperature around me.”

“Fascinating,” Jungkook mumbles as his mouth leaves wet stains, inching toward Yoongi’s briefs.

Yoongi is throbbing. He feels light-headed and shaky when he lifts his head. Jungkook is eager between his legs, pressing his palms against Yoongi’s thighs to spread him open more, to give himself more room. Yoongi lets himself be pried open, watches with parted lips as Jungkook dips forward, licking at the damp spot on his briefs.

A curse drips from Yoongi’s mouth and his lids flutter. He’s determined to watch Jungkook, slack-jawed as the shy little Jungkook Yoongi knows is replaced with an eager, hungry thing. Jungkook mouths at Yoongi’s cock over the fabric, making his hips lift from the bed, a moan falling out of his mouth.

Jungkook looks up, mouth wet and eyes sparkling. “You sound pretty.”

“You look pretty.”

Yoongi smiles when Jungkook’s nose and cheeks turn cherry blossom pink. “Are vampires always so nice?”

“No.” Jungkook skims his hand up Yoongi’s thigh, skating over to grip Yoongi firmly, massaging through what suddenly feels like the world's thinnest fabric. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, eyes shutting as Jungkook teases him. “And you don’t want a mean vampire.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook agrees. “I want,” he continues slowly, pulling at the fabric of Yoongi’s briefs. “A sweet, gentle vampire. Who is very quiet and likes to read his books mysteriously. Who secretly does things around the office for everyone and- fuck you have a thick dick.”

Jungkook stumbles on his cute little monologue, making Yoongi laugh. It comes out closer to a growl, startling Jungkook. Yoongi’s cock bobs against his shirt, precum smearing on the dark fabric. The brown tip is aching for Jungkook’s mouth, inches away and panting.

“That was sweet.”

Jungkook looks up at him, fingers digging into Yoongi’s thigh where he holds his legs open. “You’re sweet. You’re nice. And you…” Jungkook turns his face away, trying to hide that he is furiously blushing again. Yoongi can see it though, can make out every single detail on Jungkook’s face and it makes him melt. “Whatever, I’m going to suck your dick now.”

Laughter dies in Yoongi’s throat, replaced by a deep groan that comes rumbling out of him as Jungkook licks the underside of Yoongi’s shaft, tongue flat and eager. Sparks slide up his back as he clutches the sheets. Jungkook mouths up the side of Yoongi’s cock, hand going to grip at the base, tongue laving, hungry, determined.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers. Jungkook giggles, pulling Yoongi’s swollen tip toward his mouth. He licks around the head happily, Jungkook nearly humming in delight.

Yoongi’s mind is blank. He watches, entranced and hips squirming as Jungkook takes Yoongi’s cock into his mouth proper, hollowing his cheeks and giving an experimental suck. Yoongi’s hips come off of the bed, and Jungkook whines, retracting his mouth with a wet sound as he blinks up at Yoongi.

“No,” is all he mumbles in Yoongi’s general direction before he’s back on him, taking Yoongi into his mouth and down to the back of his throat. Yoongi doesn’t move his hips, anchored to the spot like Jungkook wants.

“Holy shit!” Yoongi curses.

He can tell Jungkook loves this. His throat twitches around Yoongi and his eyes water, looking up at the vampire as he pulls back a little. His tongue scrapes the sensitive underside of Yoongi’s dick and Yoongi thinks he might come just like this.

Jungkook seems to lose himself in a messy, wet rhythm. He closes his eyes, lashline shining with unshed tears every time the crown of Yoongi’s cock kisses the back of Jungkook’s throat, feels the soft, dewy spot as Jungkook swallows Yoongi deep.

Curses across many languages spill from Yoongi’s lips. He falls backward on the bed, moaning up toward the ceiling. Jungkook is loud, his ravenous mouth stretched tight around Yoongi, drool escaping the sides of taught lips and dripping down to Yoongi’s balls.

“Your fucking mouth,” Yoongi whispers, voice broken as he trembles under Jungkook’s ministrations.

Jungkook pulls off Yoongi with a wet-pop. “Wanna fuck you.” He licks up Yoongi’s precum again. “Can I fuck you, hyung?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi has no reservations. Hei can protect Jungkook, from both Yoongi himself and anything else. There is no fear there, only want. Only desire that has been burning for three fucking years that he sat next to Jungkook, the cute boy who poured over his vampire comics.

The whisper of clothes is loud in the room. Jungkook presses himself against Yoongi, crawls on top of him and cages him in. His mouth is filled with the taste of Yoongi’s precum and his own unique taste, but Yoongi devours him, biting into Jungkook’s bottom lip, pulling back and letting Jungkook grind into him.

Jungkook is warm, like the sun is trapped underneath his skin. Yoongi hasn’t felt the warmth of human skin like this in so long. He leans into Jungkook, hands pressed on the smooth, strong planes of Jungkook’s back as the younger grabs lube from his nightstand and pops the cap open with ease.

Cool, slick fingers prod at Yoongi’s tight rim and he lets out a rumble, drawing innocent eyes toward him. Yoongi grins and nips Jungkook’s mouth, wiggling his hips to chase Jungkook’s hesitant fingers. “Come on,” Yoongi urges, starving for it. Aching to be fucking filled, to have Jungkook closer. “Loosen hyung up.”

Jungkook whimpers, ever eager to follow instruction. He presses a finger in, sinking to the second knuckle and Yoongi sighs, head going slack as he lets Jungkook experiment, sliding his finger in and out gently. It feels good, but Yoongi wants more. Yoongi needs more. Hasn’t had this in years, hasn’t ever had Jungkook.

“More.”

It’s all Jungkook needs, growing confident and gently fucking into Yoongi’s tight walls with a set pace. Yoongi is spiraling. Feels like he can’t catch his breath, though he doesn’t need it. He vibrates at a new frequency as Jungkook slides in another digit, the wet squelch mixing with their moans.

Yoongi pulls Jungkook’s mouth to his, teeth clacking, tongues uncoordinated, noses bumping together as Jungkook stretches Yoongi. It feels good, especially when Jungkook reaches that soft spot in Yoongi, making his stomach lurch and his feet dig into his bed.

“There?”

“There,” Yoongi agrees in high-keen.

Determined, Jungkook gets after it. Busies his mouth with sucking Yoongi’s flesh raw, nipping, licking his way around the expanse of Yoongi’s throat. Jungkook seems to particularly favor the sensitive spot over Yoongi’s jugular and Yoongi laugh-moans when Jungkook’s teeth drag against where Yoongi’s pulse would be.

“Fuck me,” Yoongi begs. “Just fuck me, I’m good.”

“Okay.”

They’re a tangle of slick limbs. Yoongi tastes sweat on Jungkook’s skin, his tongue heavy in his mouth as Jungkook jostles him up his bed, pushing his thighs open, splaying him open butterfly-perfect.

Jungkook’s eyes are soft and curious, looking down at where Yoongi lays marked and messy, pliant for Jungkook, eager hole gaping, cock weeping. Yoongi pulls at Jungkook’s hands. Makes a soft sound. Wants him, begs for him quietly.

With a soft smirk, Jungkook fists his own cock a few times, pumping his thick, long length. Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement, chewing on his bottom lip, waiting and wanting. He knows is going to feel perfect, wants to feel the push and drag-

Jungkook’s tip catches the rim of Yoongi’s ass and he sighs. Digs his fingers into Jungkook’s skin and pulls. He is careful with his pressure, always regulating what he’s doing, never touching Jungkook hard enough to bruise. The smile on Jungkook’s face as he ducks his head to watch his cock sink into the heat of Yoongi is enough for Yoongi to know that Jungkook knows. Knows Yoongi has this under control. Knows that at any moment, Yoongi could take over. Could ruin Jungkook and leave him dripping and broken.

That’s not what Yoongi wants. He wants this. The pressure of Jungkook filling him up, tight squeeze, light burn, walls hugging and fluttering. He feels Jungkook deep, never ending, ceaseless. And then Jungkook’s tapered hips are pressed against Yoongi’s ass, stilling as Yoongi fights around the stretch.

“Come on,” Yoongi pants, a human habit that had slipped in between the distraction of Jungkook splitting him open. “Come on, Kook.”

Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s the way he whispers the plea or if it’s the nickname, but Jungkook sheds his hesitance. He presses Yoongi’s thighs to the mattress, putting his weight into him. It feels good, to have the heavy feeling of Jungkook on top of him, especially when he starts fucking Yoongi in earnest.

The world turns to liquid. At least, that’s how it feels as Yoongi turns molten under Jungkook. The younger fucks Yoongi hard, face fixed in a snarl as he grabs at Yoongi’s thighs, fingers slipping on lube-slick skin. Yoongi’s eyes roll backward, letting Jungkook’s thrust lull him somewhere like a dream.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “You like being fucked like this, huh? Big dangerous vampire, split open by me, huh?”

“Yes.” It’s a raspy note stuck in Yoongi’s throat, so he nods. Babbles something else. He doesn’t know.

With a huff of laughter, Jungkook pulls out. Yoongi’s eyes fly open, a protest on his lips, ready to snarl that he felt good, that he felt full. Jungkook cuts him off, flipping Yoongi over, handling him as though Jungkook were the predator here.

Before Yoongi can think much, Jungkook is prying his ass cheeks apart, spitting right on his already wet hole. Yoongi keens and Jungkook chuckles behind him, sliding back in and fuck it feels so good.

With a hand grabbing Yoongi’s hips to lift him, Jungkook powers into him, the snap of his hips fast and efficient. The sounds he makes puts Yoongi’s world on a spinning top, going round and round. Jungkook sounds so pretty, whining as he adjusts himself so he’s fucking deeper into Yoongi.

Warmth blooms inside of Yoongi and he lets out a scream. Jungkook hits his prostate head on and it feels like he’s unraveling, pressing his face into the sheets and arching his back. He scrambles backwards, pushing himself onto Jungkook’s cock, desperate for more more more.

Just as Yoongi starts to crest toward the peak of his orgasm, Jungkook shifts again. Yoongi growls and Jungkook ignores it entirely, pulling out of Yoongi with a wet mess and turning him around. He lifts Yoongi easily and the vampire loves it. Loves how Jungkook handles him, instructing Yoongi to loop his legs around his waist. Loves when he holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders, shining with sweat as Jungkook fucks up into him, his hands bounding Yoongi in his lap.

It’s so deep that Yoongi thinks he might die. Perhaps one can kill a vampire after all. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, head sinking into Jungkook’s shoulder. The smell of honeysuckle flooding his senses. The feeling of Jungkook fucking him with everything he has. The soft feeling of Jungkook nosing Yoongi’s hair in contrast with the way he slams Yoongi down into his lap.

Overwhelmed, Yoongi comes suddenly. A snarl rips out of him and his fingers tighten a little, but not enough to do more than bruise. Not enough to hurt Jungkook - never hurt Jungkook. He shudders as Jungkook quickens his pace, chases his orgasm, driving Yoongi toward overstimulation.

Yoongi squirms and squeals, fights Jungkook - but not really. Not in any way that tells Jungkook Yoongi is actually trying to get away, because they both know that he can. Jungkook laughs, pinning Yoongi down and sinking deep into the heart of him where he comes with a long groan, face dropping into Yoongi’s neck.

Yoongi feels the rough wetness of Jungkook’s tongue, licking a stripe up his neck. Despite himself, Yoongi laughs and rolls his eyes, feeling alive and brighter than ever.

“Beast,” he jests, slapping Jungkook’s side.

Jungkook sloppily kisses his way to Yoongi’s mouth, letting himself soften inside, not willing to pull out. Their mouths mingled together, not really kissing, not really not kissing. Just tangled tongues, sometimes just mouths pressed against one another.

“So you like being handled, huh?” Jungkook asks, eyes fluttering open. Yoongi looks up at them. This close, he can see all the different shades of brown, layer after layer of shades. “Vampire likes being a pillow princess?”

“And you like being rough and fast,” Yoongi shoots back. “Makes you feel like a predator, huh?”

Jungkook’s nose goes red. Yoongi likes it when Jungkook’s face reddens. So full of blood and life and lust. “A little.”

When Jungkook pulls out, it’s an audible, wet mess. Yoongi feels the spill out of him. Doesn’t care. Likes the debauchery of it. Plus, he’s distracted when Jungkook lays down next to him, head on Yoongi’s chest. He isn’t going anywhere, seeking the comfort of Yoongi’s arm as Jungkook’s heart rate begins to die down.

“So,” Jungkook says airly. “I guess this makes me a fang fucker?”

Yoongi groans. “Not those fucking comic books.”

“I have so many more things I wanna try, hyung.” Jungkook looks up at him, eyes glittering. “Give me ten minutes. I wanna see how long you can ride me.”

Yoongi huffs, but there’s mirth in it.

So Yoongi doesn’t hate Jeon Jungkook at all. Not one little bit.

#bts smut #bts fanfic #yoonkook smut #yoonkook fanfic #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #vampire yoongi #halis milestone requests #minors dni #minors dont read #yoonkook #yoongi x jungkook #jungkook x yoongi

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justash02 · 11 months

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Womanizer; 11~

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:>

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Warning; SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Oral; M reserving, raw fucking, slut shaming, man handeling?

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

Master list

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"Daddy likes crazy girls."

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Well, he certainly isn't self conscious about his dick... the boy wasted no times, pulling all of the remaining clothes down revealing his... actually pretty dick.

It was pretty long, not that thick, just normal sized? The tip of his dick was nice and pretty. Shit.

His cheeks were starting to heat up as he pumped himself a few times, keeping himself hard for me.

"If you want to stop-" before he could finish his sentence I wrapped my hand around his dick, gently cat licking his tip. His hips shutter at the feeling making me laugh.

"Shut the fuck up before I make you." He choked out, instant heat traveled through me. "Make me."

Before I could think of any possible things he could do he grabbed a hold of my hair, pulled it into a ponytail and pushed my head down making the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

My eyes watered at the sudden reflex, he hissed out a few curse words, telling me how good of a girl I am for him.

He slowly released the hold of my hair allowing me to pull back a bit. I placed my lips on his tip once more, gently licking it as jerked him off.

Soft sweet moans fell from the boys lips, making me fall more in love with him then I already was. It almost sounded angelic.

He ran his fingers through my hand, making a ponytail once again, gently pulled my head up and down on his dick.

"So good baby." He praised as I continued to let him use my mouth for his pleasure, "You just love being used like the little slut you are, don't you?" He grunted out, tightening his grip on my hair.

I looked up with him, eyes begging him to keep face fucking me like this as if my life depended on it. This boy has shown me new sides of myself I've never seen before.

"Fuck baby, I don't wanna cum yet." He said, gently tapping the side of my arm that was resting on his thigh. I pulled away from his cock with a pop making him groan at the lack of warmth.

"Did I do good?" I asked, getting off of the ground. Tom's eyes were hooded, filled with pure lust as he nodded. "Always." I smiled, he pulled my close by my hips, gently kissing the exposed skin of my stomach giving me Deja Vu.

I pulled off my shirt, revealing my breast. When I tell you I saw a trail of drool doing down the side of Tom's cheeks I wouldn't be lying. "Not even wearing a bra?" He clicked his tongue as he pulled away from my stomach, gently running his finger over my already harden nipple.

A gasp fell from my lips, making me smirk. His hands went over to my skirt before hitching it up revealing my underwear.

He waisted no time before pulling my underwear down, leaving me only in my skirt. "Did you know I was going to let you have sex with me?" I asked, placing my hands on his shoulder, pushing him on to the bed before getting on top of him.

He shook his head, hands finding my hips once again. "Can I..?" He said, looking down at our bodies. Here goes nothing.

I nodded my head, sitting him, allowing him to do the same. He grabbed a hold of both of my butt cheeks before pumping his cock, lining it towards my entrance.

He slowly pushed my hips down, making me gasps at the feeling for his cock filling me all the way up.

"Fuck baby, your pussy swallows my cock in so well." He chocked out as he was in all the way. My arms around his neck as he leaned closer to hide his face in the curve of my neck, gently kissing the skin while letting me get used to him spreading my pussy out like that.

I pulled his face away from my neck before slamming my lips against his, his arms instantly wrapped around my waisted as I began moving up and down on his long dick.

I moaned ripped from my throat as each of his thrusts hit my G-spot. The cocky bastard knew what he was doing obviously. "Fuck Tom." I choked out. He just smirked as he lets one of his hands travel to my clit, rubbing circles on the nerve.

"S-shit." I cursed out as I could feel my high getting the better of me. The sound of our skin clapping and the groans coming for Tom was more then enough to send me into a intense orgasm.

Tom grinned as he laid down, pulling me with him. He took a tight hold of my hands before fucking into my hole with brute force.

My face red, tears running from my eyes and loud moans ripping from my throat as he abused my already creaming cunt.

"F-fuck go-gonna cum y/n/n." But before I could think of anything he pushed me off of him, quickly standing up before pushing his cock in my mouth, letting me taste myself.

"Suck, slut." I nodded, quickly getting to work. Soon his warm semen filled over my tongue and into my throat.

Whimpers, and I mean genuinely. Pussy tightening, orgasm triggering, mouth watering wimpers came for the man before me.

He gently kept fucking my mouth, making sure to ride out his high. I could feel his cock growing soft in my mouth before he pulled out.

"Fuck, you better let me do that more."

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I feel so dirty lol.

#cute imagines #x reader #imagines #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #womanizer #bill kaulitz x reader #story #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #minors shoo #minors dont read #minors dni #smut

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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NSFW - Alphabet - Euronymous

warning : +18, Minors don't interact, it's getting steamy under the cut

masterlist-Rory's characters, masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°Even if it doesn't seem like it from the outside, especially when you're alone together, he's just a big cuddler and softy. If you don't snuggle up to him, he'll put an arm around you, stroke through your hair and share a cigarette with you if you want.

°But if he ever gave up control, I think he'd just be happy to have you next to him, running your hands through his hair, telling him how good he was, and he'd practically melt in your arms, of course it would take him longer to admit it.

°,,My beautiful little devil"

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B = Bodypart (his favourite part of you and them)

°He is sure of himself and even if his point is to be and look socially different, he still makes himself pretty in his own way and white. But his favourite part of his body is his hands. Not only is he damn good at playing the guitar, but he can also spoil you. He knows exactly what to do, how to touch you and what excites you the most. He is definitely very skilled with his fingers.

°He loves your body more than anything and besides the dark arts, it's your breasts that he loves. He is definitely a breast guy. They are perfectly made for him in his eyes, as he said. After sex cuddling and he just lays on your torso, or just feels the softness and warmth under his hands. Especially how sensitive she can be always makes him smile and is the beginning of a long night of teasing.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°Kids no. Which is why he was almost meticulous about not coming in the first place. But after you told him that you take the pill and that there is luckily also something like condoms.

°But afterwards he just loves to come all over you. Whether it's breasts, upper body, back, ass, just everywhere.

°He always has a fascinated look when he looks at his "work" before he wipes it away with a cloth or his fingers. Knowing that it was him who did it...like a boast for his ego.

°,,So good...so pretty"

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

°An almost open secret that he always wants to be in control. Whether in his band or in the group. Even in bed he always wants to be in control. However, what would definitely excite him is if you teased him as opposed to him teasing you. It would be like a little challenge for him not to just give in and end up on the bed. But maybe there's a moment or two where he gives in faster than he'd like, the moment of giving in...where he wants to be pampered and surrenders to you more submissively.

°A fantasy that won't let him go that he had since you were on stage as a substitute guitarist. Maybe it was the lights, the music, the audience or just everything together. But when he watched you playing the guitar, moving to it, he swore he felt his excitement in his leather pants. Ever since the performance, he couldn't let go of the fantasy of just pushing you to the ground at a performance and taking you for all to see.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°He is not a sex god like Varg don't get me wrong but he has his experiences and they were not few. He's had a few girlfriends and more than the odd sex date after a show. So don't worry he has enough experience to give you more than just a good time.

°As mentioned before, he doesn't just have magic hands to say the least. He knows what he's doing to not only give you more than just an orgasm, but also to make the pampering, foreplay and everything around it enjoyable and good for you.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Cowgirl = Besides the repressed submissive in him, he just loves to see you complete. The way you move on top of him, your rhythm paired with his when he holds you comfortably tight on your hips. The way you cling to him almost desperately for more of the feeling, begging him to go faster. But one of the best things about the position is the view of your breasts. When you bend down slightly to kiss him and he can place his hands on them. He just loves it.

°Missonar position = The good easy position but just because it's one of the more normal ones doesn't mean it's boring. Not with Euroynmous. Not only does he have you under him and you completely to himself again. It excites him especially as it reminds him of his stage fantasy (bonus point for him). He will take your whole body, kiss you, spoil you and give you the best time. Watching your reactions, hearing your pleas for more, there is nothing better for him than to know and see that he is causing these reactions.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°If you've teased each other before and the tension between you just increases with each moment and it would only take one too many touches to light the fire, then he's more serious. Concentrates on your and his lust, the sex and the excitement between you.

°A quieter evening and just something gentler, I think it's nice that maybe one or the other comment or joke comes from both him and you. At the latest, when one of you starts to tickle the other and you are lying in the varnish, it doesn't matter anyway. The founder of Mayhems also has a gentle and funny manner.

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°It's a little darker than his normal brown sometimes it looks black but it depends on the light. Euronymous when he is in a creative phase for days on end or just partying for several days, he rarely comes to groom his body.

°But when he's not in a creative phase, he at least takes care of his body hygiene. At the latest when you point it out to him, the shower is running and the shaving foam is being used.

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°It's not too hard for Euronymous to be romantic. He has many thoughts on how to show you his love. From small gifts to gestures, touches and songs.

°He will often say I love you especially when you are alone without the band and just the two of you and the horror movie in front of you. It's important for him to say the three words because he's afraid he won't say them often enough.

°Above all, he is grateful and completely romantic when he notices that you have had a stressful day. He will try to distract you from your stress, hug you and shower you with romantic gestures.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

°If this is the first time you've seen each other, be sure that the image that pops into his head is when he uses his fanaticism and sees you. Innocent of him maybe ruined, pushing towards him, or just finding yourself undressing in his shop? He has many fantasies that he uses to pass the time.

°When you are together and you are not with him because of your job or other things, he uses his fantasies, photos of you or just a piece of your clothing to stimulate his fantasies and arousal.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Praise kink = What flatters his ego and makes him blush slightly are words of praise. Egall whether you tell him how good he is for you when he sleeps with you. Egall if you beg him and tell him how good his fingers feel. He loves to be admired, to be rewarded with words. It only makes him want you more.

°Power Play = Maybe you've had a little too much to drink and it's more than clear what you both want. But who has the power? Who wins in the end? Who has the other in his hands? He just loves to tease you, to make you see that he is not only the founder of Mayhem but also the leader who knows what he wants. Watching you give yourself to him in a short burst of love is what he loves.

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

°The bedroom or living room. Preferably places in his or your flat. He wants to have you to himself, the security you give him in those moments in his life when he feels he is losing control. It's just an environment that gives him something like security.

°If it's not in the bedroom, it's most likely his record shop or the back of a stage. A place he still knows and feels comfortable in, always with the thought that you could be discovered at any time.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Praise = A few words of praise and teasing from you and Euronymous is all yours. He just loves this mix of provocation and praise. It makes his heart beat faster, wants to pull you to him and just kiss you and show what you do to him.

°Music = Music is a big factor in his perfect life for him. The right music in the room, a few dance moves on your part and he feels his pants tighten. It's just like the music permeates him and guides him. It's like a power he loves to hear certain songs when you make love. It made the atmosphere all the more beautiful for him.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Orgies = Something about the idea of not being in complete control bothers him. He would have to share you, not have you to himself. It reminds him of Varg bouncing around with how many he's had and how many at a time.

°Pain = Yes, even if he uses a whip never too hard, he knows how far he can go with it. But he refuses to do anything else that causes more pain than pleasure. He is in an environment full of violence and dark things he doesn't need to see or have on you in his bedroom. It makes him kind of scared not to be able to control how far he can go.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°To him, beating you orally is like an extra for him. If he can't bring you to a climax, he practically forces you with words and kisses to let him go between your legs. Small kisses on your skin, a light tickling and small circling movements with his fingers on his way to your centre are a must. In his eyes it should be pure relaxation for you and you should simply enjoy it. But it usually doesn't stop at one round, that's for sure.

°However, if he wants you to satisfy him, he will if he doesn't make it clear in the foreplay and with teasing what he wants. But once between his legs he loves it when you tease him. Just a few light kisses and little scratches with his fingers will make him sigh, which quickly turns into loud moans and whimpers when you take him completely in your mouth. He will run his fingers through your hair, directing you, but his sounds are almost pathetically veiled by lust.

°,,Ah-please-please...keep it up-that's it-ah".

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°He's exactly how you want him to be, maybe a little cliché, but if you tell him how you want it, he'll always stick to it.

°Slow, gentle, intimate sex is just as good for him as fast and hard. You are his beloved person he loves you in his dark heart. Of course, when he gets close to his climax, he might speed up a bit, but he will stick to your wishes.

°But rather faster and harder, close the door and turn up the music, because the neighbours don't need another noise nuisance. He will happily comply with your request and definitely lose himself in his desire to seek fast and hard redemption for you and him.

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Q = Quickie (your opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes, he is always up for a quickie. Before he opens his shop why not, just before closing he is there. Or even in the shower when it's not always the busiest time. As long as there's a little time, he's usually all in. Especially a quickie before or after a performance is incredibly relaxing for him to just fuck the adrenaline out.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°He would definitely try it a few times. Maybe not directly in a crowded place in the middle of the city. A side alley of a club or a concert maybe? He's had some experience, but he still prefers a space where he can have you all to himself.

°But when you make a quick round in the basement of his record shop, he leaves the curtain open, the door ajar and turns the music down. Knowing that he and you will be heard. Because the risk of being discovered excites him more than it should.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°He can definitely go a few rounds even if you don't think he is more athletic than he looks and has more than enough stamina. At least two to three rounds are inside rounds and time in which he gives you pleasure.

°But what brings him to the edge of pleading and his climax faster than he'd like is when you suck him. He just melts into you.

°,,So good ah-keep going please"

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Camera = Although not necessarily a sex toy for him, it is a lot more. Take pictures of them while you are climaxing. Directly a whole album. When you're riding him and he wants to show you how beautiful his hands are around your breasts, a whole lightning storm of photos. He just loves to capture the moment of your intimacy and look at it. Especially when you're not around and he's jerking off to it.

°,,That's it...look how beautiful you look"

°Whip = The cool black leather in his hand just felt right. To have the power to decide what he could do. What he could achieve with it. Covering the red warm stripes on your skin with kisses, or just moving the leather over your skin, holding the moment in his hand and hesitating it out.

°,,Ah not yet...I know you can take more".

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Euronymous loves to tease you in the moments when it is least appropriate. A meeting at your parents and suddenly you feel his hand on your thigh. You with him in the cinema and his sweet words in your ear. He loves to tease you.

°But it just gets needy when he just wants to feel you. To sleep with you, to prove his love to you, everything. From looks, to words, and movements, to sounds and touches. He would do anything to get you into bed.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

°It's mostly words leaving his lips along with some heavier breathing sounds and the odd moan as he gets closer to his climax.

°Telling you how good you are for him when you ride him is better than any sounds he might make (not to mention sweet whimpering sounds).

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°It was just by chance that he came into the kitchen when he heard your hiss. But the day he saw the blood running down your hand as you cut yourself more than deeply with a knife, it brought back not only a wave of flashbacks to Pelle and inspiration but also a wave of excitement. The blood was only the sinewy head, your tear-veiled gaze, your plea and brief whimper for his help. How fragile you seemed and yet so beautiful. He had taken you for hours that day the image of your beauty, your helplessness for him only made him more excited.

°Halloween. It seemed to be every day for all of them somehow. The question is, who dresses up? Mayhem or all the poser residents? Anyway, when the bell went to his shop and he saw you, he stopped moving for a moment. It was Halloween and you were just supposed to pick up a few things for the shop that fit just fine when he saw the rope around your neck. Not tight enough to take your breath away but not too loose that it slipped around. ,,Do you like it?" he heard your voice before he reached out to pull you closer and into an eager kiss. There was hardly a day when you took it off, that much was certain.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°The little happy trail he sometimes keeps or not depending on his mood. The length 14cm/5,5inch is about s-larger than normal but still miraculous. The width is enough for your fingertips to touch lightly and give him the pleasure he needs.

°One thing he returns with a broad, almost arrogant grin and look are your glances at his V-line and happy trail, as well as his belly when he wears a short shirt or top. Especially in summer, he thinks you're practically glued to him as often as he catches you looking at him.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°Not at first, and especially not before your relationship, he was way too busy with his band and managing his record shop. Maybe once you snuggle up to him and make it more than conspicuously clear what you want from him, he'll give in faster.

°But at the latest after everything is settled and he gets to know about Varg, he is almost meticulous about what you both have done...sometimes down to the smallest detail (everything to keep his place as leader). From then on it doesn't matter if one of his colleagues is in the room or not, it doesn't stop him from letting his hand wander, a quick whisper or a too intimate kiss that says exactly what he wants.

°,,Come on, a little show maybe?"

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Not necessarily very quickly, even if it was a long night of fun for two, he usually doesn't fall asleep right away or only later afterwards. Not because he is not exhausted but because he wants to capture his creativity. Whether in the form of lyrics or sounds. Something good could come out of it.

°But on nights, especially after gigs, he usually falls asleep within minutes, calm and peaceful. Sometimes you only notice when he doesn't answer you anymore, even though you're having a very good conversation. On other days when he has fallen asleep he mumbles a few indistinct things to himself which is all the more cute including the smeared corpse paint.

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@mayhem-things

#reader is female #lords of chaos 2018 #lords of chaos #smut alphabet #euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous x fem reader #+18 content #minors dont read

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missmeinyourbones · 11 months

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hi L!!! could we get atsumu and 11 or 12 for your smut game?

NSFW 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS I WILL BLOCK YOU

cw: afab!feader, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, mocking, overstim? rough sex but also soft sex idk he's a man of duality

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the two of you have been at it for hours.

if there's one thing about atsumu, it's that he doesn't half-ass anything.

nothing about him has ever been quick and easy, he's all-encompassing. he wants your attention on him at all times, and he's not shy about his methods of getting it.

safe to say, fucking you is no different.

you forget how many times you've already cum, but you want to say it's been four. four you can vividly remember, at least. you're not sure if the other shaky waves of pleasure officially count as an orgasm if they never cease between his calculated movements.

on round five (?), atsumu decides to be kind.

with your back against the mattress and his mouth all over you, atsumu makes the conscious, merciful choice of slowing his hips a tad when you start to shake in his hold again.

"tell you what," he perks up, as if some realization has just magically dawned on him. "gimme a kiss and ill let you cum."

if you had any willpower left, you'd roll your eyes, kiss your teeth, tell him to bite you and watch him pout.

but you don't, you can't, so you settle for weakly leaning into his lips.

except it's not exactly a kiss—your lips quivering and gaping against his own as he purposefully indulges his hips in now steady, solid, agonizingly slow thrusts doesn't quite meet his standards.

with the way his curved cock keeps ever so slightly nudging against that soft spot inside of you, you can barely breathe, let alone kiss him how he (thinks he) deserves.

he smiles knowingly against your mouth, and the "kiss" he requested is more so breathing into one another's mouths—with you gasping for a second to breathe and him chuckling at your pathetic attempt to hold out.

atsumu speaks condescendingly, venom wrapped in a sweet scarf as he hums, "nuh uh uh—that doesn't count."

he pulls back slightly, resting his clammy forehead against yours when he sternly speaks, "kiss me properly."

you can't help but whine at his demand. and you know the reaction you're giving him right now is exactly the one he wants. part of you wants to continue to push, to see just how far he'll let you go with testing his boundaries and denying his requests.

but another part of you just wants to fucking cum.

in the midst of your cloudy thoughts, atsumu uses your dissociation to reposition you.

he still has you on your back, legs now resting on his shoulders as he cradles your jaw in his stupidly large hands.

the new position allows him to go deeper, and you both feel it. atsumu takes a sick kind of pride in the way your chest heaves with ragged breaths, how his cock throbs at each shaky inhale you manage to grasp.

"c'mon princess, can't you do it right?"

your head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut as atsumu keeps mocking you. his lips in a smirk right above your own as you continue to pant and mewl hopelessly.

he pushes. physically, verbally, emotionally. he's forcing you to look at him, feel him, think nothing but him, him, him.

"dick too good?" you make out through his groans, though it almost sounds like he's underwater in your ears, "can't even kiss me anymore?"

contrasting to his urgent thrusts, his calloused thumb sits beneath your chin, tapping a few times to get you to open your eyes. you do, and he smiles greedily.

"you look so good like this," he heaves in pride, "nothin' in that pretty little head of yours, huh?"

again, the two of you are mouth-to-mouth. not kissing, but breathing in one another small sounds and shakes.

"just how i like you," he breathes.

and while atsumu initially asked for a kiss, even he agrees that this is much better.

#atsumu smut #miya atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #minors dont read #minors do not interact

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kortsitron · 1 year

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Give him a ride

Pairing: Ramattra × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamic, dom! reader, sub! ramattra, reader's genitalia not specified, masturbation, watching porn, swearing, face riding, "hair" pulling, kinda fluffy, dick riding

Summary: Ramattra interrupted you while you were getting off and how he's paying you back for it.

Author’s Note: It was requested by Jenny on Archive Of Our Own. Basically Dom! Reader with Sub! Ramattra. Ngl I was kinda excited to write it so I hope it turns out well. I hope you're going to like it, Jenny! ^^

You couldn't remember how you got to the state you were currently in, and yet there you were. Middle of the night, the only source of light being your phone. Some porn was playing on it. You knew that you were going to wonder what you were watching, but it didn't matter at that very moment.

Your mind was clouded by lust. Quiet moans were escaping your lips as you touched yourself shamelessly. Your body was already covered in sweat and your cheeks were red. You were getting closer and closer to that sweet release. You could feel your thighs start to shake. Almost there. And where you were about to come…

There was knocking on your door.

It surprised you and you completely lost focus. You cursed under your breath and got up from the bed. You put your phone down, not ever taking the time to at least turn the brightness down. You got frustrated so quickly, you wanted to yell at whoever just knocked on the door. You hoped it was something important, because of how thrown off the mood you were.

Before you opened the door, put on some oversize shirt and underwear. Then quickly fixed your hair.

You opened the door to see Ramattra. Before he could even greet you, you barked at him. "Do you fucking realize what time is it?!" You crossed your arm together, trying to calm down your breathing.

"And what happened to you?" He asked, surprised by your reaction. Ramattra without a thought went inside and turned on the light in the living room. He took a look at you. He noticed your breathing, that you were blushing, that you looked like a mess. He decided to ask again. "What happened?"

"What happened?! I get that you enjoy spending time at my apartment, but I deserve to have some fucking privacy, Ramattra!" You exploded at him, he took a step back, wondering what you must have been doing that he interrupted that got you so angry. "Do you have anything to say?"

He was quiet. For it felt like he was quiet for years before speaking up again. "I do not, I'm… sorry."

You signed, you couldn't be angry at him. You were aware that he didn't interrupt you on purpose. And yet, you wanted him to pay back for what he had done. But you didn't know to say it out loud without making the situation weird.

"Is there anything I can do for you right now?" Opportunity was right before you and you couldn't help, but want to use it.

"Well… There's a thing you could do to make the situation right." You smirked at him and stepped closer to him. Your hand immediately on his arm, caressing it gently.

"And what is it?" He tilted his head curiously.

"Be a good boy and do what I want you and everything will be fine." You felt your confidence growing and the pleasant heat coming back to your legs.

Without the said confidence, you wouldn't be able to ask Ramattra for such a thing. You knew who he was, what he did and what he was capable of. You knew you wouldn't be surprised if he wouldn't listen to you. To a human.

It seemed like eternity, but Ramattra finally answered. "Alright. I'll be good." His voice was low.

"On your knees." You told him without a second thought. He just nodded and did what he was told to. You chuckled and took off his scarf and took his scepter to put it on the nearest table. You came back to him slowly, grabbed him by the chin and made him look you into your eyes. "We will have so much fun, you know?"

"So it is real that humans get empty-headed when they are horny." He commented on how dominant you suddenly were.

"Don't forget who's on their knees right now." You chuckled at him. You could tell he was waiting for your orders. It all felt like some twisted wet dream. "Why don't you help me take my clothes off, hmm?"

You suddenly felt his metallic hand on you, going up, helping you like was ordered to. A moan escaped your moan at the sensation, before you took your shirt off. "Take them all the way by yourself." You panted, crossing your arms. He grabbed your underwear and slowly started taking it off. You signed, clearly unhappy. "Don't tease me and do it faster. And keep looking at me. You'll have a better look at me soon."

If he could roll his eyes, he would. But he took your underwear off faster, keeping his eyes on you. "Good." You commented, taking your underwear and throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Now lay on the floor." You bit your lip at the thought of what was about to happen next.

"May I ask what you're planning to do?" He laid on the floor, seeing how in the meanwhile you got some lube.

"You don't have a mouth, so I can ride your face properly, but I can grind on it." You felt your heart pound in your chest, excitement going through you. "Your face plate is so smooth I bet it's going to feel amazing." You sat down on his chest, covering his face with a tiny bit of lube, for better sensation. "Don't worry, I'll clean you right after. And don't worry, I know how to clean Omnics. "

"Alright." He watched you carefully as you were spreading lube across his face, before putting it down beside him.

"I could tell you to hold your breath, but unfortunately I can't." You chuckled, getting lube out of your hands. "Keep hands to yourself. If you do that, I might reward you for being so good for me." You finally informed him, before sitting on his face and letting out gasp at the feeling of his cold face plate touching your warm private parts.

Shiver went down your spine and you knew Ramattra felt it. Without wasting any more time, you started grinding on his face and it felt good. It felt better than you thought it would feel. His smooth face was perfect for riding.

You couldn't help yourself and you threw your head back slightly, a loud but broken moan escaped your lips. You couldn't remember then last time, you felt this good.

Once again, your mind was getting clouded by lust. But this time, it felt way better than a moment ago. Your hands weren't able to give you this kind of sensation. But with every second, you wanted to touch yourself, to get to that gorgeous edge faster and come on Ramattra's face.

You were sure that by now he thought that humans were just shameless creatures that would do anything just for a release. But you didn't care. He could think whatever he wanted, you were going to worry about that later.

You were clouded, that you didn't notice, when Ramattra started getting himself off and morning quietly under you. "Haha, are you sure humans are the only ones to be empty-headed when they're horny?" You wanted to laugh at him, but whines escaping your lips could let you do that.

You were so close, you just couldn't wait any longer. You started touching yourself with a very chaotic rhythm. Getting closer and closer, before you finally came on his face. You breathed heavily, before hearing him let out a groan under you, seeing hit the release as well.

"You're lucky I didn't say anything about masturbation." You bit your lip at the sight of him laying under you.

"You almost didn't notice that I was getting off." He laughed. "If you didn't turn around, you wouldn't notice until I was done."

"Brat." You shook your head at him, before fixing your hair and going for a towel to clean him up. "Sit up." You commanded when you came back to him. He sat up and you started cleaning him.

"Tell me - was riding my face, a little wet dream of yours?" You signed at that.

"Maybe." You smirked at him. "But you didn't act like you didn't enjoy yourself. I'm sure Omnics don't masturbate without a good reason, you dirty minded whore."

"Don't call me a whore. It's a better nickname for you."

"Don't talk back or might change my mind and not fuck you."

"O-oh." Ramattra, once again, was surprised. He thought you were done and you would tell him to leave. You could say that if he was a human, he would be blushing hard at that moment.

"You like that idea?" You stood up, playing with the wires on his head that were supposed to imitate hair. He nodded. "You better do. And trust me, you'll be in heaven, Ramattra." You tugged his hair wires, making Ramattra let out a moan. "You are such whore." You giggled at him, before throwing the towel somewhere in the bathroom.

You came back to him, giving him a hand so he could stand up and go with you to your bedroom. You quickly turned off the light in the living room, before turning on some led light in the bedroom. "Lay on the bed, I'll get the lube." You told him, before leaving the room.

Ramattra laid on the bed, noticing your phone and grabbing it. He laughed at the sigh of what was playing on it.

You came back to see him with your phone. "What?" You asked confused.

"So I interrupted you while you were watching porn? Hah! Are you sure I should be called a dirty minded whore?" He chuckled, before turning your phone off and putting it down.

You shook your head at him, before sitting on the bed and opening the lube, pouring the liquid on your fingers. "I'll get a rope and try overstimulating you if you want to play like that."

"N-no. Maybe next time."

"Then be good, like you promised earlier." He nodded. Ramattra was laying completely still when he watched you get on top of him, getting lube at your entrance.

His eyes were completely glued to you while you slowly sat on his cock. "Fuck." You cursed under breath, at how big he was. You whined, when he was fully inside of you.

You slowly started going up and down on him, building up a steady peace that would satisfy you. It felt so good. His dick was hitting that sweet stop inside you everytime and it felt amazing. "You should've… should've interrupted me earlier. If I knew it would feel this good, I would started fucking with you much earlier." You could barely speak, you weren't riding him for long and you already felt overwhelmed with pleasure.

You noticed that Ramattra was overwhelmed as well, but you wanted him to get in the moment with you. You grabbed him by the hair wires, pulling him to look at you. He groaned at that. "Keep looking at me. Or I will… I will stop." You knew that was a lie. It felt too good and you were not going to stop until you would reach your orgasm.

Ramattra let out a breathy confirmation and your hand went to his metallic chest. It was getting warmer and warmer. "Don't explode on me here." Your mind wasn't working properly, so you couldn't focus on how many meanings that sentence had.

"Fuck, Ramattra!" You cried out, reaching your orgasm. Ramattra, again, was right behind you. He filled you up with warm fluid, making a shiver go down your spine.

He let out a breathy laugh before commenting on the whole situation. "I bet your neighbors know my name too well from now on."

"I don't think they know it well enough. One more round and they should know it for good."

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #ramattra x reader #ramattra x gender neutral reader #ramattra #smut #minors dont read #not suitable for minors #minors do not interact #gender neutral language #gender neutral reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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hi! could you do just some nsfw hcs or oneshot of the trancy triplets? their so underrated!

Smut Headcanons | Trancy Triplets (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being gender neutral

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

first things first; these demons are a package deal so you can’t just pick and choose which triplet you want to bed

like they’re fine with taking you one at a time but choosing just one reeks of favouritism and they hate that and will absolutely punish you for it

foursomes are a must but expect to be exhausted and covered in cum (yours and theirs) by the end of it as they are all very insistent on getting their turn with your mouth, sex and ass

the boys have a lot of stamina and can go for several consecutive rounds (the joys of being demons, i suppose) so the only limiting factors are if they’re assigned tasks by claude/hannah/alois that need doing and how long you can last

though if you fall asleep they’re more than happy to work with your body to get their fill — somnophilia is something they’re collectively fond of, after all, so you can expect to wake up covered in more marks than when you nodded off or even to wake up to sex/oral on occasion

they’re all massively sadomasochistic and will happily mark you up or torture you to your heart’s content — or let you destroy their humanoid forms as much as you need to get off

that being said, on account of their naturally superior strength and healing abilities, they tend to be much rougher on you by default and any marks you leave tend to fade after a few hours or so

they love giving oral and are all extremely talented at doing so, happily spending hours tag-teaming between your legs as they overstimulate you to hell and back

if you can have periods then they’re outright giddy at the prospect of involving it in your sex life whether that’s by them going down on you during or just having it coat their dicks as they take you

related to the above, they’re all very into blood play (it’s a demon thing)

while they’re not intentionally degrading or praising, the triplets tend to have a running dialogue throughout foreplay and sex, discussing how you feel and look and sound and taste amongst themselves as they use you — with their language being absolutely lewd and foul throughout

hair pulling, breath play and impact play are common things that they use against you during sex as punishment

they equally enjoy edging and overstimulating you and which they go with is dependent on their mood and your wants

they love it when you babble and cry and will go as far as they can without making you call out the safe word to get you in such a state

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #smut #minors dni #kuroshitsuji smut #black butler smut #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #trancy triplets x reader #trancy triplets smut #minors fuck off #minors dont read #minors will be blocked #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked

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gyusimp · 1 year

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°•300 followers gift! •°

⚠️Warnings: NSFW, MINORS PLEASE DNI!, Smut content, Very explicit content, Dark content, Kidnapping at Kyogoku house, Stockholm syndrome, submissive reader, Female reader, Insults, Inappropiate languaje, Canon Gyutaro. Read at your own risk.

I reached 300 followers! I promised a good smut so here's a gift from me to all of you for being so amazing. I have no words to thank all your support and kind words since the beginning of this adventure on Tumblr, writing for Gyutaro makes me very happy and it also makes me happier to know that I am contributing a little to this fan club of his. Thank you very much so enjoy! 💚

Special thanks for @mrsshabana and her interesting suggestion 👀

It had already been a long time. were they days? Weeks? Months? You don't remember, but since that day your life took a 180 degree turn. You entered the Kyogoku house with the hope that you could have a better life than you've led up to now, even if it meant selling your body as if you meant nothing. They say that money is not everything in life, surely someone who never lacked for anything said it and now here you were, in your training to learn to be a refined and elegant girl capable of attracting clients with something more than just your physical.

It was easy for you to be accepted, you were one of the few most beautiful girls that existed within the Entertainment District, the house would grow enormously with you so if they didn't accept you it would be stupid. Your beauty had saved your life but it had also condemned you in a way, without you knowing it. You didn't even imagine it.

He had seen you. At all hours of the day, although you could not see him he could watch you, from the dark depths of the shadows he watched you. Every step you took, every word you said he could hear you and hell, you were driving him crazy, just looking at you made him want things that had never crossed his mind before in all his long years of life. Would he just keep watching you or would he do something to change his reality?

His selfishness took him too far this time. You were perfect, you were his and he would not allow you to be contaminated by the dirt of any insignificant worm. You were clean and beautiful, he wouldn't let anyone get their hands on you until it was his turn. If someone was going to try you, it would be him, if someone was going to stain you, contaminate you or desecrate you inside this house, it would be him and no one else but him. He wanted that just by seeing you, everyone would know that you were his and no one else's, that you belonged to him, that every corner of your body screamed his name.

Gyutaro Shabana.

That was when his sister let him do as he pleased, it would be easy to invent a rumor about the girl's escape or murder, it didn't matter. Like her, her brother always got what he wanted. He took you all to himself, he owned you in the darkest and most secluded place in the Kyogoku house, the place furthest from all human contact that no one had the slightest idea existed, where he could remind you that you were his when he wanted.

The first few days were difficult, this client took you all to himself and it seemed like he would never let you go. That twisted idea had no place in your head, you cried, you got angry but no matter how big a scandal you made you couldn't escape from his side.

Those days are just memories now, vague memories where you still can't understand how your way of thinking changed by being by his side. As if you felt anger and frustration when you saw him, you went from wanting him in the same way and doing whatever this man could think of. It would be enough for him to snap his fingers to have you on your knees in front of him completely at his will, because you were his.

Summer was just arriving, the nights, despite being windy, were still hot and irritating. You were in the same place you had been since he took you in trying to find a way to deal with the high temperatures in the environment. Small amounts of sweat began to dampen your body under your clothes, your loose hair was a torment and that feeling between your legs was too annoying. It wasn't because you felt aroused, just the heat made your panties feel very wet for some reason and that was starting to irritate you. When suddenly, he appeared.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, your heartbeat quickened, and thrilling joy blossomed from the depths of your chest.

"Gyutaro-sama!" You squealed with excitement.

He walked towards you and you just greeted him as usual. You sat on your knees with both hands resting on the ground in front of you as he continued to move closer to you. You looked at him happily, waiting for his return greeting. Gyutaro watched you from above, from head to toe. He noticed the big blush that was painted on your face, how little hairs stuck to your forehead and shoulders due to your sweating and then he looked down at your chest. Your kimono was slightly open because you were trying to freshen up a few minutes ago, which left the beginning of your breasts exposed, making Gyutaro start to feel hard.

He cupped your chin in his thin, bony fingers and forced you to look into his eyes.

"It's hot in here, don't you think?" he asked, with a lazy smile.

"O-Of course, it's quite annoying!"

He kept looking at you "It's different for demons but..." he placed his thumb over your lips, touching them with his fingertip noticing that they were a bit dry. "I suppose you'd do anything to get some water, wouldn't you?"

Water. That would be the solution, you were dying and you didn't know why but Gyutaro had given you the answer. You were probably dehydrated so that was what would get rid of this unbearable heat.

"Yes! You're right!" You answered agitated. "You could get me some, right? You are very good to me, Gyutaro-sama. Could you get me some water?" You asked, eager to hear an answer as you rubbed your face in the palm of his hand as if you were a cat happy to see its owner after a day without seeing him.

Gyutaro laughed after hearing your request. "Of course! You know I can give you whatever you want, as long as you do your part...would you do what daddy asks, sweetie?" He asked.

"Y-yes! Of course I do!" You responded excitedly, almost jumping in place to get closer to him and hold his hands. "You know I would do anything for you, I'm yours!"

Gyutaro watched you with a mocking smile, he thought you were desperately pathetic and that turned him on too much. He loved seeing you so desperate and surrendered at his feet, willing to leave you in his hands so that he could do what he wanted with you.

"Then you'll have to take care of this." Gyutaro took a part of your hair to pull it and bring your head closer to his hip in an abrupt way, to bury your face in his crotch making his length crash against your face. "Look what you've done, my little slut…you'll take care of it."

Gyutaro pulled your hair again and forcefully threw you to the ground so that you were lying on your back. He didn't wait another minute to loom over you in an imposing way and watch you eager to do with you what he wanted.

He took the red ribbon around his neck and took it off, took your hands and tied them above your head to hold you steady. Immediately after, Gyutaro grabbed the collar of your kimono with one hand and pulled it down with all his might to open it, ripping your obi and the rest of the garment leaving you completely naked since you weren't wearing any underwear. Gyutaro looked at you carefully and made fun of you when he saw your extremely flushed face, trying to cover you but your hands were tied.

"What a pathetic and poor girl...I will make you feel like never before." He said between laughs.

Gyutaro settled on you and took your knees with both hands to separate them and open your legs wide, finding your cunt naked and already very wet. He licked his lips and without wasting another minute he pounced on you to start tasting you.

Gyutaro squeezed your thighs hard, making you moan shakily the moment his tongue made contact with your slippery folds. Your hips moved in circles to one side and the other to try to get more pleasure than what Gyutaro was already giving you. You could feel his tongue and teeth running all over your wet vagina, he didn't take breaks, he just devoured you completely like there was no tomorrow. After his mouth had been in each and every one of the corners of your core, he separated from you with a snap coming from his mouth after having made one last suck.

You could feel how wet you were between your legs, a part of your juices had trickled down your butt, wetting your thighs and crotch, mixing with Gyutaro's thick saliva. When he separated from you, a transparent thread was the only thing that united him between your pussy and his mouth. His lips were wet, drops dripping from the corners of his mouth to his chin and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. You felt very aroused and the best of all is that all this was just beginning.

You gave Gyutaro a submissive but daring smile, letting him know you needed more from him. Sometimes, he just bothered you, stimulating you for a while, making you believe that he would fuck you, but actually, he ended up getting up and leaving on purpose, leaving you irritated and desperate. The times when this happened, you usually ended up masturbating, but it was nothing like when Gyutaro did it to you.

"Aren't you going to continue? I thought you wanted to" you said, feigning sadness. "I need more of you and you know it..." your legs stayed open on your own and you weren't going to close them. Gyutaro was in front of you so your intention was that your open and wet cunt was under his gaze to seduce him. "Sure? You don't want to continue?" You asked, you started rubbing against the futon you were lying on to tease him, Gyutaro untied your hands and you lowered your fingers into your pussy. "I'm yours, Gyutaro...see?" You took your labia and spread them wide to expose your wet folds and swollen, throbbing clit to begin rubbing it with your fingers slowly and carelessly until your movements became faster and more rushed as you began to feel more pleasure. "Don't you want to do this? Don't you want to touch me and do everything you want to me?...that's what I'm for!" Your voice was desperate and a bit demanding begging for him. "I told you you could do whatever you want to me so here I am, see?" You said, and you spread your legs more showing Gyutaro your vagina. "Th-this cunt is yours Gyutaro-o...aahh...it's all yours and you can do whatever you want, whatever you want but I-I need you inside, I need you inside of me...j-just take me and do what you want, open me as wide as you can and fuck me until you can't anymore...fuck this little pussy and make me feel complete! Do it Gyutaro-sama!"

Gyutaro removed your hand from your vagina before you could cum on your own, grabbed your hair and turned you to place your chest on the futon, exposing your back. He took you by the waist with both hands hard and put them under you to squeeze your tits making you gasp. Gyutaro came closer to you and lowered one of his hands towards your pussy to insert his fingers directly into your wet hole. Every time Gyutaro moved and arched his fingers inside you there were wet sounds that caused you to get more and more wet.

Your eyes were blank and a thread of saliva ran down your mouth to your chin while you couldn't stop moaning desperately.

"I love to make my whore happy!" Gyutaro said, full of pride in himself. "Do you really want me to do everything you said? Well...you asked for it."

Gyutaro took his hand out of your pussy with another loud sound caused by your juices, he took your hip and made you lift it up, leaning on your knees but without letting your tits come off the futon, arching your back. The only view Gyutaro had now was of your ass so in awe of the view he gave you a hard and painful spank that made you moan. Your ass was on top so he didn't have a perfect view of your hole unlike when he just spreads your legs to fuck you. Gyutaro lowered his hand to your pussy again and began to touch you "looking for your hole" while with the other hand he pulled out his hard dick dripping from his pants and when he finally knew where to enter, he rammed you and penetrated you the first time making you scream with a bang painful pleasure. Your hands were clinging to the futon trying to hold you steady but Gyutaro was too strong and moved too fast. "Is that okay? Is that how you wanted me to fuck you?" he asked sarcastically. Gyutaro cupped your pussy with both thumbs and spread it open to expose your swollen folds. "That's how you wanted me to fuck and open you, right bitch? To fill you up and make you dirty with me, to stain you and make you impure! Are you enjoying it now? Is your pathetic cunt better now or will it still be dripping and writhing for me until i destroy it?!" He spoke mockingly.

You were dying in every way, this hurt as fuck but the pleasure that Gyutaro gave you was completely indescribable, his thick cock was demolishing you but that was what you wanted and you didn't care that your legs and your entire cunt hurt tomorrow and during some days. This is why you were by his side, right? Gyutaro took you by the hips as he dug into you, squeezing your ass and showering you with insults and dirty words, he pulled your hair up to see your expression and your eyes rolling up non-stop moaning until he kissed you abruptly without stopping moving. Gyutaro kept going until he realized how tight your pussy was, your body began to shake and your hair was a mess mixing on your face with your tears, sweat and saliva. Your entire cunt trembled and after feeling that perfect sensation of burning and pleasure at the tip of your clit, you cum. You cum all over Gyutaro's dick just like he did inside you, his release so great that it began to overflow through your folds until it seeped out of your vagina and trickled down your crotch, thighs and knees until it dripped onto the futon and created a small thick puddle under both of them. This orgasm was a relief for you, after having come all you could do was fall on the futon without caring how you got daub in your semen and Gyutaro's. Your eyelids were starting to feel too heavy until you started to close your eyes.

You couldn't even get the water that Gyutaro had promised you because after that amazing fuck, you fell asleep or passed out even with Gyutaro deep inside you. Maybe you had reached your limit but... are you sure that Gyutaro too?

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