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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Tied To You - A.S

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Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

About: After a night of intense sex, the reader falls pregnant with Anakin's baby.

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Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation, orgasm denial, belly bulge, degradation, force choke, mention of death, mention of food and eating, nausea and sickness.

Spending time alone in your apartment was tiring, lonely, and boring - but all you could do at the moment was eat, throw up, feel exhausted, and sleep.

You would try to keep yourself busy, practising new hobbies or picking up new skills, even spending time with C-3PO and R2D2 whilst your husband trained and went on deadly missions, but you were too tired to engage in long conversations with the droids - and they didn't know what to do.

Part of you wanted to start a family already, have a couple of kids, raise them, move them away to your home planet where you and Anakin could keep them safe - but Anakin often stressed that until he had the title of Master, he couldn't risk such a thing.

"Please can we try?" you asked softly, feeling broody.

Your husband sighed, climbing on the bed and crawling over to you "We've talked about this, my love."

You felt frustrated and started to bite your bottom lip, chewing on it, the soft skin in between your teeth.

"Anakin, your title doesn't determine your strength or power - if anything, the enemy knowing you're a Jedi master could put our children at greater risk. You have already broken the Jedi Code by getting married."

Anakin considered this, hiding his head in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your soft skin.

He didn't care so much about breaking the Jedi Code, he couldn't ever be away from you and refused to entertain the idea of practising celibacy.

"I don't want to lose you in childbirth as I've dreamt about, I don't want to lose them-"

Your hand got lost in his soft, damp hair. "Ani, the future can always change, and no matter what, we should still bring something beautiful into this world... even if I would die during their arrival."

Anakin didn't like this one bit, thinking of you dying, having to raise a child alone that would remind him of you every day - but the thought of him being powerful enough to save your life and have you bring his children into the world made his heavy heart lift and spread warmth throughout his body.

"Lady, Y/N, are you still unwell?" C-3PO asked, sounding as concerned as a droid could be "You have tears down your face."

You sat up in bed, reaching for your glass of water, sipping it slowly to calm yourself down - excitement and worry exploding in your brain. Grabbing a tissue, you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath.

"You cannot tell anyone, C-3PO..." you replied quietly "I think I'm pregnant."

Anakin thought of spilling himself deep inside you, getting you pregnant so you were tied to him forever. The idea of everyone knowing you were fucked senselessly and got pregnant made Anakin's dick hard - everyone would know you were claimed - by who? they wouldn't know, but you displaying the signs of being with child was enough for your husband's mind to change.

"Is that what you want?" Anakin asked, his voice low and gruff "You want me to fill you up?"

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps spread all over your body, your crotch starting to flutter at his words.

Anakin's tongue traced circles into the side of your neck teasingly before he started to suck on your sweet spot, nibbling at it, leaving a visible mark.

"Yes," you moaned out softly "I want you to fill me up so badly, Anakin."

The sound of you moaning his name and asking for his seed only frustrated your husband further.

Anakin pulled away from your neck and pulled off his shirt, climbing on top of you, your eyes landed on the huge bulge visible through his trousers, making you go bright red and hot. His hands instantly gripped onto your pyjama top, his skillful fingers undoing the buttons - until he became too impatient and started to tug - causing the buttons to pop off and shoot across the room.

"Ani!-"

Anakin's mouth latched onto your breast, sucking your nipple and swirling his tongue around it as his metal hand slipped into your pyjama bottoms, his cold fingers against your heat made you gasp, sending shivers down your spine and more goosebumps across your arms.

Your husbands lustfilled eyes bored into yours, staring at you as if you were something to eat.

Pulling away from your breast, Anakin planted a hungry, wet kiss on your lips and moved down your body, kissing and licking down your chest and stomach slowly, stopping at the waistband on your pyjamas.

You stared at Anakin's face, his eyes twinkling and biting his lip, his other hand stroking himself through his trousers.

"You want me to eat out your cunt?" he growled, pulling down his own pyjama bottoms and tossing them across the room, freeing his erect cock which slapped against his lower abdomen.

Anakin's hand reached down and took hold of his dick, he started to pump it, his eyes glued onto your desperate face.

You watched him pleasure himself and felt yourself get wet beneath him, warming up against his cool touch.

"I do," you replied nervously.

"You do, what?" Anakin snapped "What do you want me to do?"

One of his fingers dragged up and down your folds before circling around you clit, you bit your lip, suppressing a moan.

"I want you to eat my cunt," you said, your breath shaky.

Your husband smirked, clearly enjoying this.

He stopped pumping his cock and pulled your pyjama bottoms down your legs and off your ankles, tossing them to the floor. Anakin knelt down to lay on his stomach, lifting up your legs and putting them over his shoulders, pulling you closer, your pussy almost brushing against his soft, red lips.

Anakin spat onto your heat, his laces of saliva running down your clit and spilling down between your folds, joining together at your entrance hole, dripping onto the bed sheet. The feeling of his saliva against your most sensitive spot made you moan, giving you the urge to grab him by the hair so you could feed him your sex.

Anakin knew this, but you weren't in control, not today.

Your husband attacked your clit, sucking on it, moving his head as he did so whilst two of his metal digits coated your hole with his spit, lubeing you up before pushing himself inside of you, your walls instantly adjusting to them and closing in around them.

You loved the feeling of his metal fingers stretch you open, you liked the cooling sensation they gave you, you loved how slick they were, how easily they could slide in and out.

Anakin's tongue started to swirl around on your clit, bringing you instant pleasure.

"Ani-" you moaned "That feels so good!"

Anakin's free hand went back to tugging at his length, pre-cum dripped from the tip which he spread across the head with his thumb, his moan vibrating against you. His two digits pumped inside of you in a slow yet deep rhythm, feeling you shuffle beneath him, he started to curl his fingers inside of you, beconking you to come to him.

As he did this, he started to kitten lick your pussy, dragging his long tongue up and down your clit and folds, soaking up your juices and spreading them all over your cunt and all over his lips.

"F-Fuck, Anakin-"

Switching up once again, Anakin slipped a third finger inside of you, your walls accepting him in and once again adjusting to his digits stretching you out. He picked up his pace and started to finger fuck you at great speed, his kitten-licks no longer slow and drawn out, but instead short and fast - stroking your most sensitive space.

Anakin could feel your walls tighten around him and your legs start to shake, your tummy began to tighten and you could feel yourself getting close.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched your husband devour you greedily, you were losing yourself beneath him.

"D-Don't stop," you panted, "Anakin, I-"

Anakin immediately stopped, he pulled out his slick metal fingers and pulled away from your heat, your juices and his saliva coating and dripping off his lips.

Your mouth dropped open, feeling betrayed by his actions.

With your legs still propped on his shoulders, Anakin bent over you and attacked your lips with his, pushing his tongue into your mouth, your juices spreading across your tongue. Anakin had to stop pumping his hard length or his seed would shoot onto your stomach, the fact that he made you could taste yourself made him twitch.

Pulling away you could barely form your words, still trying to process Anakin's teasing and betrayal.

"Do you like that, my love?" he asked "Do you like the taste of yourself?"

The fluttering started again.

You were annoyed that he denied you of release, but how could you not continue to melt under him?

You swallowed hard, his lustfilled eyes drinking you "I love the taste of myself on your lips" you replied.

Anakin brought his three metal fingers up to your face, hovering in front of your lips. You looked at them and then back into his eyes before taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, swallowing the mix of your juices and his saliva, cleaning his fingers.

Anakin's head lolled back and he moaned, the sight of you sucking on his fingers making his cock throb painfully. He would fuck your face right there and then, but how would everyone know you were claimed if you swallowed his seed instead?

Your husband pulled his fingers from your mouth and spat on them, spreading his saliva across the entrance of your cunt before spreading more of his saliva on his large length, which made your mouth water... such a sight... such a beautiful sight.

Anakin lined his length at your entrance, one hand gripping the base, the other on your waist, he looked into your eyes and you nodded - causing him to slowly push himself inside of you.

Your eyebrows raised and your mouth dropped open again, and so did Anakin's, the two of you moaning out - his big cock stretching you open, your walls tightening around him and swallowing him whole.

Once you adjusted to your husbands size, he started to fuck you, bucking his hips and holding your waist down onto him. The sound of you squelching with each trust he made only turned him on even more, which reasurred you as you felt slightly embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed, Y/N," he moaned "rearranging your guts sound so fucking hot."

Your moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls in all directions.

"You see that?" he asked you, fucking you faster "I'm fucking you so deep."

You could feel him penetrate you deeper, you stared down at your stomach, your eyes widening at the buldge - the outline of his large length so painfully visible you could run your hand over it.

"I can feel you in my tummy," you stared to weep out in pleasure, "Anakin you're so fucking big."

Anakin smirked and a flash of pride spread across his face.

"How does it feel?" he asked lowly, groaning as he continued to fuck you "How does it feel knowing that I'm going to plant my seed in you so fucking deep."

The way he spoke and the words he chose made your cunt start to strangle him.

"It feels so fucking good Anakin, pl-please cum in me."

"Call me Master," he demanded, he took his hand off your waist and held it out in front of you.

Your throat started to close as Anakin force choked you, the grip tightening around your throat, making you feel lightheaded and desperate for air.

"Y-Yes" you tried to speak, but couldn't.

"Yes what?" Anakin glared, pounding you, the sound of him slamming echoing in the room.

"M-Ma-"

Anakin released his grip, bringing his hand back to your waist, beads of sweat across his body twinkled in the nightlight, his beautiful hair sticking to his forehead.

You gasped and coughed, trying to catch your breath, savouring the air your lungs so desperately desired, your head spinning.

"Master," you managed to breathe out.

"I'm going to knock you up, that way you will be tied to me." he panted "everyone will know what a dirty whore you are, spreading open your legs, allowing a celibate jedi to fuck you senseless."

"Master," you moaned "Master Skywalker - you will get into trouble-"

"Everyone will know you belong to me," he growled "your tummy will be so fucking full and your cunt will be swollen by the time I am finished with you."

Anakin couldn't hold himself back for much longer, your walls strangling him and the sight of you weeping from pleasure was pushing him over the edge. You couldn't hold back for much longer, either.

Anakin pressed down against the outline of his length through your tummy, the tip of his cock hitting and brushing against your G-Spot. Your head fell back and your back arched, your legs shaking upon his shoulders, a final moan escaping your lips.

"Master, I'm-"

As you released, Anakin choked you again, squeezing your throat, the sight of you desperate to breathe and the feeling of you gushing down his length made him at the point of release.

Anakin pounded you harder, deeper and faster, you moved your arms frantically, begging him to let go; he immediately stopped choking you and pushed himself deep inside of you, slashing your insides with his thick ropes of sperm, coating you.

Five minutes felt like eternity whilst you waited for your life and future to turn upside down.

You held the strange test in your hand, the two lines staring at you through the oval windows. More tears welled up in your eyes and started to stream down your soft cheeks.

"Oh dear," C-3PO panicked "This isn't good news, is it? How are we going to tell my maker?!"

You shook your head and started to laugh, "This isn't bad news at all, and I'll be telling Anakin myself."

Your husband arrived back on Coruscant, and despite feeling exhausted after an agonising mission and endless lectures from his Jedi Master Obi-Wan, his heart excitedly skipped beats knowing that you would be in his arms within a matter of minutes.

Making his way to your apartment, he could sense something strange, another presence inside.

Did you have friends over? Were you consulting a medic? Fixing up a new droid or... or had fallen for someone else?

Anakin couldn't wait to find out, so he burst in and found you alone on the sofa, sitting there nervously with a big smile on your face at his arrival.

"Ani!" you grinned, hurrying over to him, pushing yourself a little too fast "I've missed you so much!"

Your arms wrapped around him, and Anakin pulled you closer, his head resting on yours as he stroked your hair, closing his eyes.

Someone was here. Someone he was yet to meet.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, pulling away from the hug, looking around the room.

You noticed his movements and tugged on his hand, unable to contain your excitement or hide the news for much longer.

"Anakin, something happened whilst you were away."

Your husbands face dropped.

"Y/N-"

You knew he was already overthinking.

"No, I'm- I'm pregnant, Ani." you beamed, bringing his hand and placing it on your stomach "We're having a baby."

Anakin paused, feeling an immense amount of happiness explode inside of him. Against his palm, he could finally pin point the presence - the baby you made together, many nights ago.

You stared at your husband as his eyes that glued on your bump filled with tears, his other hand cupped your face and a smile spread across his lips.

"This- This is the happiest day of my life," he said softly, pulling you in for a kiss.

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Dreaming

Follow up to this drabble.

Minors DNI

Pairing: Denki x reader

Warnings: car sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, biting

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The sun had quickly tucked itself beneath the horizon, leaving just the stars and dimmed, yellow streetlights to light your way. Denki fumbled with the keys in his hand once you found his car in the sea of vehicles outside of the concert venue.

It didn't help that you were standing behind him, kissing along the part of his shoulder that was exposed beneath his tank top while your hands roamed to the front of his shorts, rubbing gently at the base of his cock. He swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he suppressed a groan, frantically clicking the unlock button before throwing the back door open and sliding across the seat, taking your hand in his to pull you inside and straight into his lap.

He reached over to pull the door shut before capturing your lips in a frenzied kiss and resting his hands on your ass to give it a firm squeeze as your knees fell on either side of him. You carded your hands through his hair, giving it a gentle tug while you rolled your hips on top of his. He pressed your hips down, shifting his hips upwards to meet yours as a low groan left his throat.

"I'm not dreaming, right?" He chuckled between kisses, his hands wandering up your sides to pull at your tank top until your bra was exposed.

"No," you giggled quietly, reaching back to unhook your bra while you sucked on his bottom lip, nibbling on it gently while he helped you shed the garment, leaving your breasts completely exposed for him to massage in his grasp. "But if this was a dream," you moan, arching into his touch as his mouth closes around your nipple and you cradle the back of his head. "What would you want to happen?"

"Mm," he closes his eyes, tongue toying with the sensitive nub, one hand pulling gently at the other while his other hand slips back over your ass and he looks up at you through his lashes. "If this were a dream? I'd already be inside you, baby."

His lips connect to your neck, tongue roving over your heated skin as he kisses and sucks and you keen, tossing your head to the side as you pant and run your hands over his chest, undoing his shorts in a hurry.

"What're you waiting for then?" You tuck your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and he's quick to lift himself off the seat, allowing you to free his leaking cock. "Fuck," you marvel at his length as you spread the precum on his tip along his shaft, stroking his cock languidly. "You're gonna stretch me out so good, aren't you?" You smirk, kissing along his jaw to his neck, sucking on his pulse as his hips buck into your grasp.

"Fuck yes I am," he sighs, hands scrambling to undo the front of your shorts while you grasp his shoulders as he spins you to the side, laying you down to hunch over you while he peels your bottoms off.

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whine, toying with your clit as you spread your legs wide. “Please..”

“Oh my God. I must be dreaming,” he shakes his head, leaning over and diving between your thighs while he pumps his cock, moaning between your folds while he takes a generous taste of you, tongue pushing it's way inside you while his nose nuzzles against your throbbing clit.

"Shit," you groan through gritted teeth, pushing your fingers into his hair to lift it away from his face as you watch him greedily lap at your core.

He slips his middle finger inside, tongue laving against your clit while you clench around his digit, tossing your head back and shifting your hips forward, fucking yourself on his finger.

"You really want it, huh, baby?" He murmurs, kissing your sensitive bundle of nerves while he grins up at you, adding a second finger.

You nod, mouth hanging open, brows knit together as you throw your hips forward faster while he kisses and nips at the skin along your innermost thigh, his moans vibrating through his lips.

"C'mere," he sits up, curling two fingers at you and you comply, tossing your leg over him as you sit up to straddle him.

He holds your hip, his cock pressed between the two of you, keeping you in place while he tucks a finger beneath your chin, holding it under his thumb as he looks into your eyes.

"Hey," he speaks quietly, a gentle smile on his lips. "I know things are moving a little quick right now, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I really like you. I'm not trying to just hit and quit it, okay?"

It takes a moment for his words to permeate your lust-adled brain, but your eyes soften when they do and you rest your hands on his neck, swiping your thumb along his jaw as you search his gaze.

"I'm not trying to do that either," you smile softly, "I really like you, Denki."

"Really?" His eyes light up, full of hope and excitement that melts your heart.

"Really," you nod, a breathy laugh leaving your lips as you press them to his.

His fingers press into the flesh of your hips as he sinks you down onto his cock, groaning into your parted lips while you keen at the stretch before claiming his lips again, moving them more needily against his while you roll your hips, letting your arms drape around his neck.

The windows fog, the cab of the car becoming thick with the smell of sex and the tension of young love, avidly being explored in the easiest way there is to navigate it.

His hands are all over you, mapping out every dip and curve of your frame while your hands dig into his shoulders, your new favorite set of handlebars, as you ride his cock, burying your face into the crook of his neck as the pressure between your legs builds and builds and builds, so close to crumbling as you whimper in his ear.

He slips a hand between you, his middle finger swiping back and forth against your clit while he coos in your ear, "You gonna cum for me, beautiful?"

You don't get the chance to respond before you're gushing in his lap, shaking in his grasp as his arms close around you, holding you in place against his chest while he leans back and thrusts up into your, wanton groans and grunts echoing off the clouded glass windows until he pulls out, his cock slapping against his abdomen as it erupts, spilling his seed onto his sweat-slicked skin.

"Still think you're dreaming?" You smile against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it as you lean back.

"Yes," he chortles, still breathless as his hands slide up and down your thighs. "I'm not the brightest bulb, but I know enough to recognize that you're outta my league."

"Shut up," you shake your head, pushing on his shoulder playfully as you sit beside him to gather your clothes and start pulling them on. "I uhm, I was thinking though, if maybe you'd like to just come back to my place? I'm sure Mina wouldn't mind giving Kiri and Kats a lift if you wanted to just head there now?"

"I'd like that," he nods, lifting his hips up off the seat to pulls his boxers and shorts back up. "If you're sure?"

"Oh, I'm sure," you grin, leaning in and kissing him sweetly as you turn to face him, sitting sideways on the seat while you chew on your lip, looking him over with adoration in your eyes. "I'd really like to spend the night with you, if you'd be willing to stay. Maybe we could go for a round two?"

You lift a brow, dancing your fingers along his collarbone and he perks up, "Yeah?"

"Maybe a third or a fourth," you shrug nonchalantly, a sweet smile on your lips as your watch your fingers glide across his skin and briefly glance up at his electrified eyes. "Whatever you're up for."

"I'm up for losing count, baby," he chuckles, pushing his hands into your hair to pull your lips to his, kissing you deeply. "I'm up for whatever, long as you're there."

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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All Yours - Harry Styles

a/n: idk if you saw those pics of the house that’s supposedly Harry’s, maybe it’s not his but that shower gave me... thoughts 👀 . and these are those thoughts lmao enjoy!!

warning: sexual content

word count: 2.2k

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Harry has been mad at you all day. Well, not mad in the sense where he hates your guts, that could never happen because the two of you are ridiculously in love, but he thought you let a guy flirt with you earlier in the grocery shop and his dominant, jealous side came out right away.

“I was just answering his question nicely, H,” you sighed when he confronted you in the car on the way home.

“Yeah, nicely let him flirt with you and basically fuck you with his eyes,” he scoffed, still clearly upset by it.

“Harry, I don’t have control over what others think. How am I supposed to change what goes on in his mind?” you asked with a confused chuckle. You could feel the man’s stare, but he didn’t do anything disrespectful, he didn’t touch you or say something inappropriate, just asked you a simple question, you answered and then you parted ways. Easy as it is.

“You could have just not answer him,” he shrugged, but you could tell he knew you would have never done that.

“What happened to treat people with kindness, babe?” you teased him, but he just rolled his eyes mumbling under his breath.

“No kindness when someone is trying to fuck my girlfriend.”

You find it amusing when he turns into some kind of cave man whenever he is jealous. It has a manly charm that just riles you up. Knowing how territorial he is, how he wants everyone to know that you’re his, it’s just doing things to you only Harry can achieve.

Now he is lying in bed, scrolling through his phone and he still seems a little distant following the little jealousy scene from earlier. You’ve tried to lighten him up, but for some reason he is trying to convince him that you really were flirting with that man. So now you are eager to show him that he is the only man in your life and you’re not planning to change that anytime soon.

“Gonna take a shower,” you tell him walking out of your closet in only your silky bathrobe. Harry doesn’t look up, just hums in response. Reaching to your stomach you untie the knot on the robe and let it slide open, revealing your fully naked body, making his eyes finally flicker up. “You are welcome to join,” you tell him with a sly smirk before walking into the bathroom joined to the bedroom you’ve been sharing with him this past year.

You don’t close the door behind you, and just as you take the robe off you hear him shuffling outside, walking into the bathroom just when you step into the giant walk-in shower. Biting into your lip you start the water that rains down on you from the showerheads hanging from the ceiling while Harry is eager to free himself from his sweatpants and shirt.

He kicks his boxers down, his eyes widening slightly as he watches you stand under the water, running your hands through your wet hair, making sure the light coming from the window on the other side gives out the silhouette of your curves perfectly. Dropping your hands you turn to him, tilting your head to the side, enjoying the attention you are getting from your man.

“Are you gonna stay there watching or you plan on getting inside?” you ask teasingly and he doesn’t need more. He joins you under the water in a heartbeat, the droplets running down his firm chest and broad shoulders so perfectly, you already want to lick them off with your hungry mouth. It’s always funny to you how Harry still can think you’d leave him for someone else when the entire male population starts and ends with him for you, there’s just no man that could ever make you feel the things he can, intentionally or not on purpose as well.

You grab the shower gel and squeeze some into the palm of your hand before starting to soap your upper body, eyes never leaving his as his green, greedy eyes burn down on your naked body.

“Would you mind doing my back?” you ask with faked innocence as you turn around and show him your back. He hums in response, reaching around you so his hands meet yours, stealing some of the gel from them before moving them to your back and gently massaging it into your wet skin. His finger start working on your shoulders and neck, rubbing your muscles perfectly as you feel yourself relax under his touch. When you accidentally take a tiny step backwards you can’t help the smirk that tugs on your lips when you feel his already hardening cock poking at your bum.

Harry pushes his chest against your back, his hands moving down to your breasts as he kneads them, making you moan, your head falling back to his shoulder.

“Feels good, baby?” he murmurs pressing his lips to your jawline as you reach back with your hands, lacing your fingers through his wet locks.

“Yes,” you breathe out, pushing your bum against him even more so his cock presses into you, making him groan in pleasure. Turning around in his arms you attack his lips, not able to keep yourself controlled any longer. He kisses you back with just as much passion and vigor, his hands gripping your waist so hard his fingers dig into your flesh. You move your hands down his back, nails scratching his soft skin until you reach his ass, squeezing each cheeks in a hand shamelessly that just makes him moan into your mouth.

“What do you want to do with me, Harry?” you ask him seductively, bringing a hand up to his hair so you can tug on his locks just the way he loves. “I’m all yours. Always have been, always will be.”

“Sit on the bench, baby. I want to taste you,” he groans, kissing you hard one last time before he lets go of you so you can move.

You sit to the marble bench under the window, the water not hitting you any longer and as Harry sinks to his knees in front of you, your legs open up for him out of instinct. Harry’s hands grab onto the insides of your thighs, exposing you to him even more and he stares down at your throbbing core like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world, made just for him by a chef.

Dipping his head down he kisses both your thighs up until his lips brush against your sensitive bud, teasing you a little as he is barely touching you.

“Harry!” you whine, a hand coming into his hair while you try to support you with the other one so you don’t fall back. “I need you!”

“M’right here, baby,” he smirks before he finally places and openmouthed kiss to your clit, swirling his tongue, sucking on your skin relentlessly.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp, your chest heaving from the pleasure that crashes down on you suddenly.

Harry has a magical mouth and you’ve known this since your third date years ago when the two of you were so hungry for each other that you didn’t even make it into your place, he ate you out in the backseat of his car before he fucked you good. Right then and there you knew you found the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

He is making you see stars as he licks and sucks on your sex, two fingers coming to your hole, teasing you slightly, not thrusting into you just yet.

“Harry! Don’t fucking tease me!” you groan in frustration, desperate to feel more. You can feel his smirk against you before he finally pushes two fingers into you, making you moan his name over and over again.

“I fucking love your pussy, it’s so sweet and warm,” he hums, pumping into you without skipping a beat as he looks up to see the pleasure he is giving you on your face. He is satisfied with the work he is doing, watching you fall apart under his touch, weak for him and only for him.

He edges you until you’re screaming his name, almost reaching your climax but then he pulls back, leaving you feeling empty and unfinished. You don’t have the chance to speak up before he gets up to his feet and orders you around again.

“Get up, I’m gonna fuck you against the wall,” he tells you and your whole body lights on fire. You love it when he bosses you around, when he takes control but not too much. He knows your limits and knows that you fancy him being a little dominant, but he also knows how much you need the freedom of doing whatever you want during sex. You’re not completely submissive and he is not trying to make you either, just accepts your boundaries and play within the rules, making you extremely grateful that he is all about pleasuring you.

You stand up, but your knees weaken for a moment, threatening to collapse, but Harry grabs you just in time, holding you against his firm chest as he kisses your forehead.

“You good, baby?” he asks in a much softer tone.

“Yeah, just… a bit shaken,” you chuckle as you hold onto his shoulders. “I’m fine,” you assure him before pulling down to kiss him, your tongue meeting his in the middle.

He walks you until your back hits the wall and you hiss at the sudden coldness of it, making you arch against him, your breasts pushing against his tattooed chest. His lips never leave yours, he is tugging on your bottom lip, biting and licking into your mouth as his hands find the back of your thighs and he hoists you up until your legs wrap around his waist, holding you without a mishap.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles into the kiss as he reaches down and grabbing the base of his fully erected cock, lining himself up with you, the tip teasing your core already.

“Go deep and hard, want to feel you everywhere,” you breathe out, grabbing a handful of his hair before he pushes into you without warning, filling you up entirely.

You gasp at the sudden feeling and he stops when he is all the way inside you, giving you some time to adjust to him. He kisses your lips, your nose and cheeks before you give his hair another tug, signaling that he can start moving. He picks up a steady pace, moving in and out of you easily since you are dripping wet for him at this point. Curling your arms around his shoulders you pant against the side of his face, kissing his temple, ear and the soft skin below it as he keeps thrusting into you, building your orgasm up once again.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, moving faster as his fingers dig into your thighs locked around his waist.

“Are you close, baby?” you ask out of breath.

“Yeah, I’m close, are you?”

“Yes, want you to cum with me, want to do it together,” you pant as you pull his head back so you can look into his eyes. He just nods and makes his thrusts shorter but harder, pushing you towards the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, his eyes shutting close for a few moments.

“Cum, I’m close too. Cum for me, Harry!” you ask him and he whines at your words.

A few more thrusts later you feel him jerk inside you as he falls out of his rhythm, coming hard inside you as he keeps moaning your name over and over again. When his head falls forward and his teeth dig into your shoulder you burst too, the pleaser washing over you in waves.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” He keeps moving, even when he has already ridden down his high, just to make sure you’re fully satisfied. He pushes into you a few more times before he stops, putting you down gently, making sure your legs don’t collapse under you again. He kisses your face wherever he can until his lips meet yours, dragging this kiss a little longer and softer than the once you shared before.

He pulls you under the water and grabs a washcloth from the side, he wets it and gently cleans you up, peppering featherlike kisses to your skin everywhere he goes.

“I hope the way I just screamed your name proves that you’re the only man I want,” you smile at him sheepishly, running your hands up his chest until they rest at the base of his neck.

“M’sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m just so fucking in love with you, I selfishly want to be the only man that can have the privilege to feel this way for you.”

“And you are,” you chuckle softly, cupping his face in your hands. “Others might find me hot or have a thing for me, but you are the only one who knows me, who sees me like this… who makes me feel like this. I’m all yours, H.”

Breathing out through his nose he captures your lips in another kiss as he pulls you tight against him.

“I love you, baby.”

“Love you too. Now let’s actually shower,” you chuckle, reaching for your shampoo.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

Ghostface stalks you. He watches and learns what security system you have and it’s almost laughable when he finds out that it is nothing. All you have to protect yourself are different locks. The lights were nothing more than that, sensor lights that can do nothing more than to catch a rodent that lurks in your backyard. The locks might be different, but you don’t have an alarm, there are no cameras inside your home to record that he wandered around- drank from the bottle of your cranberry juice, sat on your couch and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, dried mud that crumbled and he stared at it, wondering if you would even notice, but with a swipe of the side of his palm, it falls and disappears into your carpet. You have no camera to watch as he grabs your underwear and jerks himself off in your bed, his mouth open behind his mask as he creams himself on your belongings, the memory of how you felt already fading in his mind. And once he’s done, he‘s left sticky and wet, creamy slipping down and it’s only a matter of time till you come home. He wonders how often you wash your pillowcases and he dries himself on your pillow, a soft thrusting motion that leaves his already sensitive cock dribbling with more seed, spreading it on your pillow. When he comes back to watch you, he sees through the blinds how you touch the pillow, your lips pouted and your fingers brushing against the hardened cotton. He wonders if you know.

You’ve captured his attention- enough for him to leave his other prey and focus solely on you. You fret around your home, clean and check every crevice, a pair of scissors in hand and he scoffs in amusement. He palms himself through his jeans. He wonders how you would really react if he were hiding inside your house. He can hide himself in your closest, jump out and wrestle you to the ground, watch as your eyes grow fearful and he’s salivating at the thought of entering you already, knowing how well you’d take him. With a soft sigh, he pulls his hand away. All he has to do now is wait for you to fall asleep.

Grateful for the night, he watches in silence. You walk around in your room, towel around your body, letting it fall off of your body and rest against the bed, your naked body alluring, the soft yellow light glistening off of your body, and you walk to your dresser, lotion against your body, spread thin, the creamy white disappearing onto your body. You sleep in a camisole, a lace trim around the straps, stitched onto the soft dip where your naked breasts lie, nipples already pert and peeking through the shirt. Your underwear are a soft blue, raising up your hips with a teasing dip to your sex. He doesn’t have to wait long until you’ve fallen into your slumber, body still and after a few minutes, he’s inside your home.

It doesn’t take much to break-in. A simple twist and a careful step, and Ghostface is undetected, inside your home. The weeping mask stares down at you, a single twist of his fingers and your lamp is on, the glow of the light doing nothing but make you furrow your brows and with a simple shush, a coo under his breath that makes him feel like a dotting lover, you return to your relaxed state. It’s not much, but seeing you asleep- vulnerable and willing- is enough for him to kick off his boots. Clothes are slowly discarded, the pale, horrific mask still kept on, the soft cloth of the hood tickles at the base of his neck, and he’s above you.

There isn’t much that makes him actually lust for others. He’s always been more fascinated in other areas of the human body, but there was and still is something about you that makes him yearn, to grab at you and mark your body. And one day, he’ll do it with your consent. He’ll come and greet you as Daniel- have you call him Danny- pull out the smile, pull you close and throw you on his bed, have you want him and there will be the sick pleasure of knowing that you’re fucking a killer and your personal tormentor without you knowing. But for now, he slips off your clothes, raises your thin shirt and he’s slow and methodical, pulling you into a sitting position and having you lean against his body, your gentle, warm breaths against his chest, your shirt is removed. He lays you back on the bed, hair fanning out into a halo, strands falling in front of your face and with a simple brush, the smooth fabric of his gloves cold against your skin. Your underwear is too delightful to tear off, simple and pure against your skin, something so sweet that it’s almost wrong of him to dip his fingers underneath and pull down your bare legs.

Asleep and undisturbed, his hands are on you. For a brief moment, his mask is off, eyes that hold something fierce in them watch you, the low rise of your chest, goosebumps pricking at your skin and his smile is hungry. His face buried into your sex, tongue at your heat, his spit warming you and moistening past your folds. The tip of his tongue swirls around your entrance, a gentle dip into you, and in your sleep you clench your walls, a soft squish against his muscle and he smiles against you, wide and teeth pressed against your soft flesh. He presses his face forward, nose pressed against your clit, lips puckered and he kisses you, a soft, sensual kiss against your cunt, tongue slipping past his lips, and into yours, flickering inside and on the tip of his tongue, he can taste your sweet nectar, oozing in a thick puddle against him.

The mask returns, hiding his identity and in it’s in place, the gloves are removed. There’s a sound outside, a racing car that screams through the night and in his chest, his heart races and his body flushes, his face heating up, sweat beading on his forehead and two bare fingers enter you. You’re slick enough to enter but he can feel the tight grasp of your sex, something that he’s sure stings by the way you shift under him. His fingers curl in, a beckoning motion inside of you, fingertips brushing against your walls, slick slowly starting to form until the clicking noises in the room intermix with your breathy, soft moans- a cry that whimpers past your lips. He grows hard above you, watching your breaths deepen, the wet, shucking noises of your cunt grow louder, fingers slipping in and out, your arousal dribbling past his fingers and down to his knuckles. It’s awkward, fingers pushed deep inside of you, his knuckles kissing at your cunt as a strong hand reaches to grab his camera, holding tight onto it, his fingerprints dirtying the screen and it’s shaky, a horrible picture when compared to his previous works. He forces himself to still, fingers half way inside of you, limp and still compared to your throbbing, wet cunt that still leaks and there’s a click. On the screen is a captivating photo of your cunt teased with his fingers. And as always, Ghostface isn’t satisfied.

Metal clicks against each other, a soft chime in the room that acts as a lullaby, pulling you back into sleep, your body relaxing, breath going back to its own undisturbed tempo and all that remains is a wide-eyed man staring at you through a mask. Dark eyes are unwavering as they stare at your sleeping body- you look so peaceful, so rested and deep in slumber that he’s sure you must have had a heavy day and he feels almost sad at that thought. Bare hands grab at your breasts, thumbs pushing around the pert nipples- he’s almost sad that you had to grow through something so heavy without him- his hands lower to rise against the swell of your belly- he promises to himself that you won’t face it alone next time- one hand holds onto your hip, the other against the base of his cock, pre-ejaculate beading off his slit in opalescent pearls.

He lowers himself to you, the plastic of his mask brushing against the shell of your ear and he’s hopeful that you’re listening to him. “No one is allowed to touch you, you know? I’ll make sure of that.” His cockhead is pressed flushed against your entrance, arousal mixing and getting lost with each other. Nails dig into your hip, perfectly formed crescents appear on your body, the hint of blood is familiar to him and makes him almost inhumane. His laugh is sharp, unforgiving and cruel, as he presses himself further into you, the welcoming hug of your walls wrapping tight around him and he releases his hands from your hip and himself. “My fucking muse,” he whispers harshly, stilling himself inside of you, your walls pulsing against him, a gentle pull deeper into you. “My naïve-” his hand covers the swell of your belly- “dumb little muse.” He wonders if you’re late. He wonders what you have done to either rid yourself of his kin or to prevent yourself from being bred. “I wonder what it’ll be like-” his thumb arches gracefully over your stomach- “seeing you with a child, tits full of milk, cunt always creamy, ready for a good pounding.” He laughs lowly, hooking an arm underneath you, hand spread against your spine, arching and he’s deep inside of you, feeling you tighten against him.

The masked killer is grateful that he’s forgotten how you feel. You’re limp, nothing more than a warm sex-toy for him, curved and heavy underneath his hand, neck bent and mouth parted, and he smiles when he sees your eyes begin to flutter. That’s what he wants. He wants to see your fear. Intruding on you in your sleep is wonderful, invading your home and snooping around your things is nothing more than an extra step for him, something for him to relax himself with, but with all your fearful glances, he’s never realized that he could force you to look scared, to see it up close and personal.

He continues to thrust against you, moving his cock and a hand, large and heavy, fingers that look perfect and immaculate, wrap around your throat, small, pale scars wrap around his fingers like rings of past lovers, memorabilia that is only seen when looked upon closely. He tightens his hand, cutting off air and your body reacts first, going rigid, hands raising and eyes popping open in horror and he truly does ponder what it must be like to see him. Your nails dig into his hands, eyes already wet with tears, and you’re horrified. He can practically smell it off of you, the dripping arousal, the way he can feel your heart speed up through the pulse in your neck, the way you gasp for breath and he can hear you whisper out something, strained and hoarse, only able to be heard when he stills his hips and stops the lewd noises that scream from your cunt.

“Ghostface,” you mumble, bottom lip trembling and a lovely blue color forming on your face.

His smile is stretched comically beneath his mask. “That’s right.” He pulls out, the tip still warm inside of you, leaking with arousal and he slams back into you, legs tensing, muscles strained and taut as he fucks you. “The one and only,” he whispers, pressing the mask against your face, the soft mesh of the black mouth kissing against your frightful parted lips.

He keeps a hand around your neck, loosening it enough for you to breathe again, while his other hand slips between your meshed bodies, dipping past your mound and into your slit, circling around your clit, feeling it throb under his touch. He laughs and it’s full of pride. He holds you close, pulling you deep against him, a soft cry when you instinctively clench as he circles around your pearl. Tears slip past your eyes, catching against your eyelashes like pearls, latching onto his hands like dew on the morning, and he’s pressed himself still against you, hand leaving your clit, and reaching blindly for the abandoned camera, taking a picture of you with a hand around your throat and tears a simple, but handsome ornament. On the screen is you, terrified and crying and he tosses the camera to the side, plastic buried into your chest as he fills your hungry cunt with his seed.

“I can’t wait to see you with a round body.” He pushes himself further against you, cock dribbling inside of you, filling you with copious amounts of semen. “Fat fucking tits-” his tongue pushes against the black fabric covering his mouth, licking at your chest that has moistened with his quick breath- “a creamy, little cunt that will beg to be fucked.” His hand returns to your clit, pinching the bud between two fingers and hearing you squeal makes him thrust his hips, shivers running down his spine, the sensitivity making squirts of thick discharge fill your already prepped cervix. “Trust me-” he rises and looks at you and he knows he’s making eye contact- “when I’m back, I’ll make sure to make you feel good.”

He latches onto you, hand escaping your neck and he hears you gasp for breath. You wheeze and croak, crying and pleading for him to stop and it only pushes for him to go further, to fuck you until your muscles start to tense, twitching and pulsing. You moan and it’s muffled by a bite of your lips. It’s a short sound, cutoff and ruined by you, but it’s alluring, melodic and making him shove two digits into your mouth, pulling your jaw down by your teeth and his fingertips rest flat against your tongue. Your moans are stretched, muffled and broken and it’s still enough for him to want more, to push himself deep inside of you, to have you reach your own high if it meant he could hear more of your perverse sounds.

“Say my name,” he murmurs, naked body sticking to yours by his sweat. “Scream. I want to hear you say the name of the one who’s making you feel this good. Scream and I promise that you’ll survive this night.” He kisses you through the meshed black of the mask, salvia swapped and spreading into a thin puddle of his mask, pushing his tongue through it until he feels as if it’s going to rip. You were always going to survive. He’s had too much fun to ever let you go but you don’t know that and he uses it to his advantage.

It’s a whisper, a soft movement of your lips against his. Your nipples rub against his chest and his name is broken with your voice. “Ah,” you sing, tightening your legs and your high is approaching. “Ghost-” he can hear the disgust and lust mixed with each other- “Ghostface,” you murmur. It’s repeated until your voice is hoarse, lust taking over, eyes heavy and rolling back, arms reaching around him and you’re entangled in a gruesome hug with him, moaning his name as your cunt clenches around him, flooding with your release, his name a mantra under your breath, echoed in the room and he stills, spilling inside of you. Eyes closed and resting his body onto you as you squirm underneath, desperate to continue your high. His name, “Ghostface” slowly murmured, a mess of his name as you release against him.

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1tad0ri · 3 years

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(u can say no if u no like but-) giving itadori yuuji a blowjob in the bathroom stall cuz he was feeling horny and was being handsy with reader (this is before being involved in jujutsu) thank you so much!!

warning: public sex, blowjob (even tho this is before the jujutsu stuff, they’re still 18+ so pretend the jjk school is a college or smth <3)

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

how can i NOT like this

“that was embarrassing.”

“seriously? i thought it was pretty hot.” yuuji was trailing wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck, one hand shoved up your shirt to squeeze your tits while his other hand kneaded your ass.

you rolled your eyes, arms looped comfortably over his shoulders. “yeah, it was hot, but you weren’t exactly subtle, babe.”

“no one even noticed!” he leaned back to look at you, indignant, and you took in his swollen lips and the shimmer of your lip gloss along his jaw. he was so cute. you leaned up to peck his lips, finding them soft, thinking about how he was so sweet (even in spite of him groping you like this).

“yeah, i’m sure the prof didn’t notice you trying to finger fuck me in the third row of the lecture hall.”

“yeah, he didn’t.” when yuuji grinned unironically, you resisted the urge to slap him, instead pushing him back and against the opposite wall of the bathroom stall. you sunk to your knees and set about unbuckling his jeans while he automatically rested a hand atop your head.

“you look hot like that.”

you rolled your eyes, freeing his cock from his boxers and pumping the length, smearing the leaking precum along the head. “you always say that.”

“and it’s always true.” his hand slipped down to brush against your cheek. “you’re always beautiful, babe.”

you rolled your eyes again, but still turned your head to kiss his fingers in thanks, letting your tongue loll out when he pressed against your bottom lip. yuuji slipped his fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them, tongue running all over as you stared up at him.

“holy fuck.” he shoved them further in and you greedily coated them in your saliva, maintaining eye contact with him. “babe, please let me fuck you right now.”

you let the fingers slip out of your mouth, spit dribbling down and you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth. “nope!” your chipper reply had his face falling and he pouted. it was so hard to resist that look. “you act like you don’t want your dick sucked, yuuji.” pumping the length, you landed a tentative lick to the head, making him shiver.

“i just want you to feel good too, baby.”

fuck. there was a reason he always left your legs shaking—yuuji was an unselfish lover, always eager to please, whether it be you wanting to sit on his face or his dick, he let you do whatever you wanted. there was something else you wanted to do right now though. instead of saying anything else, you leaned forward to wrap your mouth around his cock, pushing it in as far as it could go, hands wrapped around what couldn’t fit.

“fuuuck.” his grip on your head tightened as he threw his own back, the stall wall shaking as his head slammed against it.

you popped his dick out of your mouth, saliva coating the surface of it, shiny under the grainy bathroom lights. “yuuji, baby, you have to be quiet.” after class, he had pulled you into the closest bathroom to the lecture hall—not exactly subtle but it’d do. thankfully, the room had been empty, even with the mass of students milling around just outside in the hallway.

“right, right, sorry.” yuuji’s sheepish grin was a heavy contrast to the current situation and you once again wondered how he had so much duality. “feels good. i’ll be quiet—i promise. pinky promise.” he held out his hand—oh my god, he was actually serious—and you looped your pinky around his just to humor him—this bet would be over before it even started.

hand squeezing around the base of his cock, you raised an eyebrow at the strangled groan that bubbled out of him. “mmm, yes, very quiet, yuuji,” you mocked him, giggling, and set about pumping his length again. the slick coating it let your hand slide easily over the skin. “if we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“you can do whatever you want.” yuuji watched you with lust-darkened eyes, humming under your touch, and you felt a light push on the back of your head. “come on, baby girl, going to take me all, right? you’re torturing me here.”

“dramatic,” you mumbled under your breath, but still sucked the salty tip onto your tongue. you could tell he was trying his best to control his breathing and you decided to take pity on him, pulling it out of your mouth again. before he could complain, you began leaving soft kisses down the sides of the flushed skin, enjoying the way his thighs shook and how his eyes kept squeezing close in pleasure despite him fighting to keep them open and watch you—you’d work him up to his high, carefully, slowly, letting him keep his voice low.

“shit,” he whispered, back of his hand pressing against his mouth when you set back pushing his cock down your throat, stopping halfway to let him adjust to the warm heat. your hands worked on the lower half, messy and wet from your spit. “fuck, yes. just like that, baby girl. can i move?”

you gave a slight nod of your head—well, as much as you could with your mouth filled like this—and an affirmative bat of your lashes. you knew he liked when you looked pretty just for him. with that, you felt both of his hands on the back of your head now and you let him cant his hips forward, forcing you to swallow more and more of him. your hands fell away from his cock to grip his thighs, hollowing your cheeks and opening up your throat to let him slide in easily.

“you’re doing so good. just a little more for me, okay? shit... yes, keep going. you’re so good, babe.”

by the time your nose hit his pelvis, you were taking shallow breaths, trying to wipe off the drool that threatened to drip from your lips around his cock, and doing your best not to gag as he filled your mouth so wholly. yuuji was drawing circles on your cheek with his thumb, mumbling praises, and you could tell he was trying not to cum right then and there.

“that’s my baby. your mouth feels so warm. god and your fucking lips. so messy... i love you, you know that? mmm... bet your pussy feels even better.” everything he was saying was going straight to your core and you could feel the building arousal between your legs, cunt throbbing. you squeezed your thighs together to satiate it for now (he’d take care of you soon).

as soon as the weight holding you down released, you pulled off of his cock with a gasp, the back of one hand shooting up to wipe off the fluids that were dripping down your chin and your other hand setting a steady pace sliding up and down his dick once again. spurred on by his earlier words, you set back kissing and sucking along his dick, hands and mouth working in tandem. yuuji was cursing and moaning under his breath, biting at his fist to keep himself from yelling out. he set a steady rhythm where he would tilt his hips forward to meet your mouth when you would sink down—it made you gag but the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat was perfection.

his breathing grew labored the longer you worked, hand splayed against the stall wall behind him to keep himself steady. “fuck... gonna cum. swallow it for me, baby? don’t wanna get you messy—your little outfit looked so cute today.”

knowing he was close made you quicken the bob of your head, slurping and licking along the shaft. “mhm. yuuji, wanna taste you.” you kissed the tip. “on my tongue?”

“anything you want, princess.”

you let him push and pull your head along his cock as he reached his high, his face contorting into pleasure—you could see his muscles straining under his thin shirt, biceps flexing as he held onto you, and neck pulled tight as he tried to bite back his moans. it wasn’t long until yuuji was spilling into your throat and you dutifully waited until he was done, doing your best to swallow around his cock, and then lapping up any of the excess—you showed him your tongue full of white as a cheeky reward, biting your lip and grinning when he took in a sharp breath.

“that’s my baby girl.”

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marginalmadness · 3 years

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Summer Nights 4/4

Pairing: Rabbit!Hybrid Jungkook x Y/N

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance, Fluff, Slowburn

Synopsis: A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long…will it?

Warnings/Tags: Heat/Mating cycles, Light Dom/Sub dynamics as part of JK’s heat, Marking, needy/possessive behaviour, edging, sex, oral (female receiving), an almost obscene amount of cum in this chapter, cumplay, biting, breeding talk,

Author’s Note: And finally we get to the good-good. This chapter grew in the editing, much like Endymion did by like 1/3rd, so there’s extra porn in here from what I originally wrote lol. I’m always afraid it’s going to get boring or repetitive but @johobi loved it and that’s good enough for me, and I hope you all enjoy it too! Thank you for coming on this journey with me, and for your patience and understanding as I blue-balled you for three weeks 💜 I also quote one of my favourite TV shows in this chapter, first one to find it gets a free commission!

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Tags: @kookiebunny97 @mintyrae @skswriting @jjkgumdxop @unicornbabylover

Word Count: 7K

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The events depicted here are entirely of my own imagining, and have no basis on actual people or events.

Summer Nights: Chapter Four

“I—w-want… you—” you stutter, and his hand slips from your hair to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Inside me.”

Your chest heaves. Your walls clench around nothing as you imagine how good he’s going to feel thrusting into you. It’s hard to ignore the wetness sliding from you.

“Good girl.” Jungkook smiles, letting go of your chin.

He sits back on his haunches, grabbing you by the knee and sliding one arm under the small of your back to pull you onto his lap as he moves. You shudder as he wraps your legs around his slim, sculpted waist. His firm, warm hand slides up your thigh towards your entrance, thumb stroking over your clit once—twice—before he takes himself in hand and presses the head of his cock into your heat.

You lean up on your elbows, threading your fingers into his hair to pull him down into a demanding kiss. You tease his lips with the tip of your tongue, licking your way inside and he more than happily opens up for you. You slide your lithe tongue against his, both of you smiling into the kiss before you pull back, pecking his nose and rubbing it with your own. “I want you inside me,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his, eyes tightly screwed closed.

“Baby, look at me.” Jungkook’s voice is soft but gruff; it’s a command. You force your eyes to open, blinking up into the dark, tumultuous depths that peer back at you. His eyes are alight with passion and lust, and something underneath it all that takes your breath away.

“I want you inside of me, Koo.” You nod, trying to express all the affection, longing and trust you feel for him in one gaze.

Jungkook slides into you easily, yet torturously slow. You gasp at the intrusion, wet enough that there’s no resistance or pain. It’s just sweet pleasure as he stretches you, pressing and pulsing against your walls.

“Oh my go—” you gasp, falling backwards and clawing at his forearms. “You’re so—” His cock feels amazing; not too long, but the girth—holy shit, the girth. He’s perfect. A flushed, bulbous head tops a thick shaft that thickens even further towards the base. The deeper he pushes into you, the more he stretches you. His large hand struggles to wrap around its root, and now it’s buried deep, deep inside you. Jungkook stretches you enough that you feel every vein, every throb, every press of his thick tip against that spot inside you.

He pulls out just as slowly, the only sound in the room the laboured sound of your breathing and the slick sounds of him moving within you. Jungkook holds the tip of himself inside you, waiting for something, and as soon as your eyes flick up to his, he thrusts. Hard.

Once.

Twice.

Again and again and again and again, all you can do is hold on, nails digging into his skin. You suddenly have a full appreciation for the phrase fucking like bunnies, because he is pounding into you so hard and fast you can feel your juices being forced out by his cock. Can feel them coating Jungkook’s thighs, making them slick and sticky, but he doesn’t seem to care. Your orgasm builds rapidly, liquid warmth spreading outward from your core, down your legs, up your spine. The hairs at the nape of your neck tingle; you’re so close.

And suddenly your pussy is being filled.

“Darling—ah—!” Jungkook cries as scorching hot liquid coats your walls. He collapses to your chest, huffing and growling against it as he continues to roll his hips, emptying himself deep inside you. You frown, upset at another missed orgasm, when Jungkook delicately moves you onto the mattress.

He looms over you, breathing heavily, the same predatory look in his eyes as before. You glance down to where you’re still connected, legs still wrapped around his waist, and you realise he’s still hard despite the fact he just came.

“Oh,” you whisper, eyes wide. You glance back up at him. As soon as you do, Jungkook is kissing you. A bruising kiss, biting and nibbling his way into your mouth, teeth tugging at your lower lip until you gasp and his tongue slides in.

It distracts you enough that you don’t notice the way he manipulates your legs, hooking them over his elbows until you’re exposed and spread wide before him. Jungkook pulls out, only to slam back into you with no time to adjust. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds. When you realise he’s fucking you through his own cum, heat rushes to your face. Your pussy must be an absolute mess. The depravity of it makes you lift your arms to conceal your blush.

“Don’t do that. I want to see,” Jungkook demands, settling back on his knees and repositioning your legs over his shoulders. He pulls your arms away from your face so he can lace your fingers together. The warmth of him helps you feel grounded. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He squeezes your hands as he slams into you again, his dark eyes trained on your face. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me, please.”

“O-okay,” you gasp breathlessly as Jungkook pounds into you. “I pr-promise.” The grip on your hands gives him leverage to pull you into his thrusts, the angle and subtle curve of his cock perfect for hammering your g-spot. Each thrust makes you spasm, makes you lose control of the muscles in your thighs. You whine incessantly. Jungkook laughs as you lose yourself to pleasure, laying kisses and gentle nibbles on your ankle. Within minutes he’s coming again, grunting as he spills into you. Your cunt is starting to feel too full. A strange feeling indeed. You’re still yet to have an orgasm and you’re so damn close, so sensitive, that tears prickle your eyes.

Jungkook leans forward, staying inside you, staying hard. He tugs your legs around his waist and starts up a punishing, rolling grind, at odds with the gentleness with which he kisses the tears gathering on your lashes.

Finally, finally, finally.

The pressure against your clit, the thickness of his cock against your walls as his hips undulate; it’s too much. You cling to him as you explode around him, digging your nails into his muscled back.

“Jungkookie, I’m gonna—” you mewl, burying your face in his neck as you shake apart. Every muscle in your body trembles and twitches as electricity runs through it, crackling under your skin. You’ve been edged for so long, kept on the knifepoint of desperation, and now you’re free-falling. Your cunt tightens violently around Jungkook’s cock, grasping it, milking it until he’s growling. He gives you one last slam before emptying himself inside you for the third time. His cock pulses endlessly, coating your walls with ropes of sticky hot seed.

Cautiously, Jungkook slides out of you, cock finally flaccid. The heat in his eyes has diminished to an affectionate glow. Your sweet baby Koo is back for now. Your pussy feels overfull, like it’s ready to burst. You reach down to stroke your stomach and you swear you can feel his abundant cum bulging inside you, even though you know you can’t. Jungkook’s hand covers yours and he hums, flopping happily beside you. His fingers slide lower, over your mound and around your vulva, cupping it delicately. As though to keep everything inside.

“You’re so good for me,” Jungkook mumbles into your hair. “Taking me so well. Gonna breed you so good.” His tone is somewhere between a sigh and a growl and it makes you shiver in pleasure to hear him so possessive of you. “You’d look so beautiful, full and round with my kits.” He lays soft kisses against your temple, rubbing it with his nose.

You snuggle close to him, hands trailing up his chest to carefully cup his face and pull him down to you, demanding a proper kiss. You pull apart and he nudges you with his nose. “You feeling okay?” Jungkook asks softly.

You nod, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth again. “I feel really full,” you whisper against his chin shyly before nipping it with your teeth.

“Full?” Jungkook asks, amused, and you continue to nod as your teeth work their way up his jaw.

“Full of you. I could—” You bite your lip, burying your face in his chest, hiding though your face burns.

“Could what?” His voice deepens. “I asked you not to do that.” There’s a rumble in his chest. And then his fingers are threading into your hair, pulling your head backwards so he can look at you as you speak. You can’t defy him. Don’t want to defy him.

“I could feel you filling me up, then pushing it out,” you whisper, your cheeks flushing in shame. Or arousal. Maybe both. “I could feel how slick and sticky it was as it spilled out of me and down my thighs and over yours. It felt messy.”

Jungkook’s breath grows heavier, coming out in heavy pants. “Fuck,” he swears. “Fuck, I need to look.” He moves, shuffling around the nest until he’s kneeling between your legs, pushing them apart and spreading you open to him. “It’s everywhere.” His eyes roam over your core, the backs of your thighs. “Oh, shit. You smell amazing, love.” Jungkook falls forward, nuzzling his face into the juncture of your thigh and sniffing deeply. His voice grows rough. “Like both of us and sex and I’m getting hard again just from the scent. Fuck. Let me clean you up. Hold your legs for me, baby.” He shuffles even further back, getting into that comfortable loaf shape he loves so much. You grab your legs just behind the knees and whimper softly as he starts laying soft kisses and licks across the backs of your thighs. Nipping and sucking red marks into them. You watch the top of his head work between your legs, breath catching with the occasional glimpse of eye contact, as he intently watches your reaction.

When Jungkook is satisfied with the job he’s made of your thighs and you’re a squirming, whimpering mess, he hones in on your pussy. It pulses and contracts around nothing in its arousal, begging to be filled, his cum trickling toward the cleft of your ass. He separates your folds with his thumbs, exposing your deepest parts to him and giving you one last, heated look before he’s teasing your opening with his tongue. He pushes it in as deep as it will go, digging his seed out of you and swallowing it with a growl of satisfaction. With the flat of his tongue, he gives you a long, firm lick, dragging it over the flushed and swollen area. You flinch and cry out.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide in panic.

“It’s too much… hurts,” you whine, wiggling your hips. “S-sensitive after you being so rough and filling me up.”

“I’m sorry,” he pouts. His lips, shiny with both your juices, stretch into a wide grin. “You sounded like you were enjoying it at the time.” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He pecks a kiss to the top of your pubic bone, trailing down to lay more at the soft crease of your thigh. His lips are soft and sticky, and so is his tongue when it arrives at your abused pussy. Jungkook dutifully cleans the mess created from your previous rounds, taking his time as though the act were some holy sacrament and it was his duty to carry it out. He alternates from side to side, between kisses and nose rubs, licks and gentle sucks against your skin. Jungkook performs this ritual thoroughly along your thighs and core, until there’s only one thing left. The thing he wanted all along.

The time Jungkook spends worshiping your pussy makes you feral. When he finally, gently dips his tongue into your cunt - just the tip - to tease you, you mewl, clutching at his head. Your fingers tangle into his soft brunette locks as he tongues at his reservoir of cum.

“P-please, Bun. Please don’t tease me,” you cry as your hips wind against the sheets. Jungkook swallows and growls against your open core, immediately diving back in, gentleness forgotten. He attacks your pussy like a man starved, his agile tongue probing and lapping, dragging his seed from you for consumption. Jungkook moans into your cunt like you are the finest delicacy he’s ever sampled. The vibrations send you spiraling, and before you know it you’re coming again. This time in his mouth. “Oh, God!”

Your hips buck wildly, your hands as fists in his hair. You grind your core against his face until your combined juices are flooding his mouth. Jungkook holds you steady, strong as he is, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place so all you can do is arch your back and strain against the mattress. Your hips fight against Jungkook’s hold to rise of their own accord.

You come harder than you’ve ever come before and yet Jungkook’s tongue continues to lave against you, lips sucking with abandon. He’s like a wild animal; taking everything you have and demanding more. Every muscle in your body is taut and your slick paints his mouth and chin. But Jungkook is still not done. He licks and sucks, licks and sucks, pulling pleasured pain from you, dark eyes watching you smugly as you shatter on his tongue. You tremble, twitch in ways that are beyond your control as aftershocks run through you. You desperately seek respite but Jungkook is entranced by your messy cunt.

“Mmmm. So beautiful, so sweet,” he murmurs, his licks becoming softer, if just as agonising. The flat of his tongue laps a broad stripe up your slit, only to flick your clit with the tip. You fight to push him off, no words available to you, no air in your lungs. Tears run down your face at the intensity of your orgasm and once you realise you’re not strong enough to push him off, you change tactics, pulling him towards you instead of away.

“Jungkooooooook, nonononono, it’s too much. Bun, please,” you cry, shudder and shake. You tug desperately on his hair.

It works.

Jungkook growls and stalks up your body, every inch of him thrumming with erotic purpose. Your fingers never leave his hair, pulling him to you, guiding him to where you want him.

The lower half of his face is shiny with your juices.

You want to taste him.

You want to taste yourself on him.

As soon as he’s level with you, he drops to his forearms and kisses you. Forces his tongue between your lips, demanding entrance, which you willingly give. Immediately your mouth is flooded with bitter, salty-sweet liquid. He pushes it into your mouth, sharing your mixed essences and you moan as his tongue fights with yours, your mouths full of each other on a carnal, intimate level. You enjoy the taste of both of you to an embarrassing level; it feels so forbidden, so taboo, and your cheeks burn with equal shame and arousal. You swallow everything he gives you, moving your lips to lick and suck at his chin, cleaning him of your own slick. The sound he makes is almost a purr as your clean-up progresses to the underside of his jaw. You’re so focused on pulling happy noises from him you don’t even notice when he wraps your legs around his hips.

Until he slams into you in one, forceful thrust.

“Urgh, love, you’re so perfect. Taking me so easily,” Jungkook grunts. “I’m going to fill you u-up again.” Your hands move from his hair to hook under his arms, clinging to his shoulders, nails clawing into his back as the intensity overtakes you. You’re wrapped around him as much as you possibly can be, whimpering and shuddering in pleasure. Your poor, swollen pussy clenches around his thick girth, trying to cling to him, keep him inside you, claim him as he pounds into you mercilessly.

His pace is ruthless. The sound of skin on skin echoes in the room, drowning out your harsh panting. You feel your skin prickling, heating up with every slap of his hips as they hit the back of your thighs. Jungkook watches you as he fucks you, his gaze more intense than it’s been all night. All you can do is hold onto him, mouth open wordlessly, unable to vocalise much beyond unintelligible moans. It’s a struggle to breathe when he’s fucking you so, his cock stretching you deliciously, making you lose your mind.

Jungkook huffs out a small laugh. “Breathe, darling.” His long, floppy ears hang about his face, brushing your cheeks as he thrusts.

It’s then that you recall something he previously said.

Deviously, you trail a hand from his shoulders to his back, dragging your nails down his flawless, golden skin; just hard enough to leave gentle, red trails. Jungkook shudders, arching his back as he fucks you. Your real prize is the fluffy tail. The one he told you not to touch unless you were in the nest. Your fingers dig into the soft tuft of fur at the base of his spine, scratching gently like you would his ears.

The effect is immediate.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses from between his teeth, hips stuttering in their movements. He’s coming inside you again, sudden and unexpectedly. You giggle and continue playing, trailing your fingers through his tail, swirling the soft fur around your knuckles. You smile up at him as he practically vibrates. He comes for an obscenely long time, shuddering all the while.

“Found your weak spot, Bun,” you whisper. Like it’s some big secret.

Jungkook leans down, kissing you roughly, all swollen lips and nipping teeth. “You taste so fucking good with my cum in you. I want to eat you all day, all night. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’ll tie you to the bed. My tongue belongs in your pussy.” A hand finds its way into your hair, tightening its grip, pulling your head back. Exposing your neck to him. “The only thing you’re ever going to ride again is my face. Understand?” His voice is a deep, rumbling growl. You squeak out your agreement as his mouth attacks your throat.

Your ambiguous consent isn’t good enough for Jungkook.

You have no idea how, but he starts fucking you harder, piling more force behind each thrust, tilting his hips just right to hit that spot inside you as he pistons in and out. “I said, ‘Do. You. Understand?’”

“Ooh—uh—fuh—Kookie—!” you wail helplessly, your throat raw as you struggle to drag enough air into your lungs. Pleasure builds threateningly between your legs. That's when he strikes. Jungkook thrusts, deep and hard, angling himself to grind against your clit as he winds his hips in a slow, sinuous roll, like waves on the ocean. His mouth attaches to your neck, teeth sinking in deep. He bites and licks and sucks; marking you. The pain is sweet, sends electricity surging to your pussy, making it explode. You can feel yourself tighten around him and Jungkook growls against your neck, pulsing inside you as he comes again.

“You’re so perfect,” he groans, lips never leaving your skin as he shudders through his milking. Your orgasm lasts longer than any you’ve had before. You tremble against him for what seems like hours, his arms holding you steady as he continues to languidly fuck into you. He goes slow and deep, his cock never softening as he moves his mouth to a different part of your neck. You whimper when he switches sides, latching onto a patch of skin just below your ear that would be incredibly difficult to hide.

You feel like you’re having an out of body experience. As Jungkook rolls his hips into you, you continue to ride the high of your orgasm, your entire body weightless. Where he touches you, static electricity dances across your skin; everywhere his hands skim, everywhere his lips touch. He never lets up on your neck, sucking and licking and biting. You’re perfect, you’re perfect, you’re perfect he chants against your skin, working his way down your chest and leaving blooming bruises in his wake. Pleasure continues to wash over you, needlelike in intensity. Tears spill from your eyes; you want to cry out, to yell, but you can’t. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you thrash against the bed, hands reaching out to grab at anything to ground you. Vaguely, you feel heat flood you again as Jungkook pumps you full of his seed once more.

“Ah!” he cries, somewhere between a sob and a sigh.

He shifts until he has you by the hips and resumes his thrusting without so much as a pause. You can scarcely believe it. His nose trails your midriff to your navel, bunny teeth nibbling the skin around your belly-button. A meandering flower path of vibrant bruises marks you from your neck downwards. Jungkook sits back, muscles rippling, pulling you flush to him. The feeling of floating finally abandons you, your entire body tingles and shivers like it’s been doused in ice water. All sensation rushes down to one singular place; between your legs. Jungkook slams his hips into you, hard and fast, hard and fast. He wraps an arm around your lower back, lifting you, suspending you in the air as he continues to fuck into you with a fury. Again and again. Unrelenting. Your arms flail, desperate for something to hold on to.

“I need to fill you. I need to breed you and you’re going to take everything I give you,” Jungkook grinds out, teeth gritted.

“Yes,” you gasp, forcing the words out. “Fill me. Breed me. I want it, want you,” you sob, covering your face. But Jungkook moves your arm, pinning it above your head, forcing the angle deeper. He stares at you as he fucks your cunt, challenging you. You’re desperate to look away, but you can’t. The intensity of his eyes, the set of his jaw, the sweat dripping down his face. All framed by long ears and damp curls.

It’s impossible to look away from him.

You reach up to pull him into a kiss. It’s open and messy; he’s using most of his focus to fuck you.

“Up, up, I want to be up,” you demand. The hand pinning your wrist to the mattress slides downward and secures your shoulders, lifting you onto his lap with ease. You wrap your arms around him, nuzzling his ears as he readjusts his hold on you to fuck up into you. The change in position provides constant friction to your clit. Your poor, engorged clit that’s been subjected to so much tonight. The curve of Jungkook's cock rubs against your front wall, caressing your similarly sensitive g-spot. His stunning display of strength to hold you up while fucking you makes your pussy clench and gush around his length. You know he’s fit; know he’s stronger than he lets on, but the fact he can lift you and throw you around like it’s nothing has you weak for him; makes you shudder in his arms. You kiss his ears which twitch and flick, and he returns in kind by nibbling along your shoulders, moaning thanks to your endeavours. You score his back with your nails, leaving more marks. Jungkook lifts his head and nudges you with his nose, biting at your bottom lip.

“Mark me,” he growls between thrusts.

“What?” you gasp, frowning in confusion. He can’t be serious. Marking is an incredibly personal thing. You understand Jungkook does it because he has urges; urges he can’t control. But you don’t.

He’s choosing this.

“Do it properly, don’t tease.” Jungkook smirks, kissing you. “Mark me.” He tilts his head to the side, flicking his ear and hair out of the way. You look down, momentarily distracted by the way his abs contract and roll as he fucks you. But then your eyes travel up to land on his taut, sweat-covered neck. Leaning forward, you kiss it, licking and sucking something fierce. Jungkook starts to huff, sending hot puffs of air over your shoulder. His noises change, dwindle into more of a whimper, his hips stuttering the harder you press your teeth into his skin and hum. As you worship his neck with your tongue and teeth, you drag your nails up and down his back, leaving scratches in your wake, rather than just red marks.

Jungkook whines and grunts under your rough treatment; you can feel his cock throbbing inside you as he prepares to empty himself into you once again. You place your teeth against his neck and reach down around his waist to play with his cute, fluffy bunny tail. You twirl the fur around your fingers as you hum, the vibrations from your teeth travelling directly to Jungkook’s neck. And then you go for the kill. You dig in your nails and scratch, scratch, scratch as you bite down harder.

Jungkook malfunctions.

His body stops, going tense, every muscle taut and straining, trembling almost imperceptibly. You feel him release inside you, hot thick spurts of seed that fill you to the brim; that squash and spill out of you as he fucks you. His tremors become a violent shake, an internal quake that starts in his lower back and travels up through his arms. They clamp around you like tempered steel. The shuddering throws off his thrusts and ruins his rhythm until he can’t maintain it anymore. Jungkook convulses erratically, his cock dancing inside you in very interesting ways. The tremors travel down his legs, reaching his knees and making them weak.

“Gghh—haaah!” He cries out, half way between a groan and a yelp. As he falls backwards to the bed, he takes you with him.

Jungkook lays under you, quivering, his eyes closed and nose twitching. Long, floppy ears flutter against your face as he whimpers softly. You can feel his fingers flexing, twitching spontaneously against your back as his hold on you loosens. You hold your weight in your forearms so as not to crush him in his vulnerable state. You lean over him, not knowing what to do. Jungkook just lays there, unmoving, nothing but involuntarily spasms. Did you break him?

“Bun?” you ask quietly, but he’s unresponsive, “Kookie? Jungkook?” You push yourself up into a sitting position as best you can with your legs trapped under him. His arms fall limply to his sides.

You gasp when you realise he’s still hard inside of you.

Your eyes dart around. You bite your lip. Is this normal? Maybe you should have researched rabbit hybrid heats before you shared Jungkook’s. But just as you consider moving, his eyes slowly blink open until he’s looking at you from under heavy lids. Slowly he lifts his hands to skim over your thighs, and you shudder. Even after everything his hands feel incredible against your skin; you never want him to stop touching you.

Jungkook’s strength returns to him, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips to hold you tightly. And then he’s rolling his hips, thrusting into you with renewed determination. Slowly at first, picking up speed, picking up force until he’s pounding up into your pussy at a pace so punishing he’s lifting you off the bed. You can feel how sticky, messy and wet your cunt is; can hear it over the heavy breathing in the room. You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

“Please Jungkookie, I need to cum. I need it. I need you,” you sob, nails digging into his chest as pleasure wracks through you.

His face doesn’t change, but his soft, kiss-swollen lips part slightly as he pants in effort. You bite your bottom lip as you watch him, your orgasm building, liquid heat accumulating in your core once again. Your fingers, slippery with sweat, catch on his nipple when you try to readjust your grip. Jungkook whines so you do it again experimentally, digging a nail into his nipple until his hips falter. You drag it across the stiff peak, catching on it and pulling hard. His breath comes in pants as his thrusts become more forceful, more erratic. It’s only seconds before heat explodes out around you, white noise ringing in your head as you come hard and fast. You bend forward, your mouth latching onto his nipple, the sudden touch of teeth pushing Jungkook over the edge. He releases into you again, so forcefully it pushes the previous offering out of your over-stuffed cunt. Cum seeps out around the base of his throbbing cock.

You lick and kiss the abused nipple as an apology. And as if by some miracle, Jungkook finally softens and slips out of you.

“Holy shit,” you sigh, resting your cheek against his chest, a finger idly wandering around the spit-slicked, peaked flesh. Jungkook giggles somewhat hysterically.

He flips you onto your back, pulling a pillow from the nest wall and pushing it under your hips to raise them. Noticing your shuddering, Jungkook grabs a blanket and throws it over you. It’s a sweet gesture, but you’re not shivering because you’re cold. You’re shivering because he just fucked your brains out and you feel like a human water balloon while this full of cum. He curls up beside you, throwing an arm over your chest and reaching up to stroke your hair. His nose finds your ear to nuzzle. He hums happily throughout your afterglow, caressing your hair, nosing your jaw, chin, cheek and temple to scent you. Gentle, reassuring words of you’re so good and such a good mama for my kits filter through your ears.

And in the comfort of his arms, utterly exhausted, you drift off to sleep.

_ _ _

You slowly wake from your doze when you feel something cold and damp on your legs. You sit yourself up with a shake of your head, trying to clear it. Jungkook kneels between your legs in his pajama bottoms, wiping you down with a damp cloth.

“Sorry, didn’t want to wake you,” he says, smiling shyly and wrinkling his nose.

“It’s’kay,” you groan, sitting up. Everywhere aches. “How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Better. There may be another wave later, but the worst should be over.” Jungkook looks around the room awkwardly. “I should—I mean…” he trails off, playing with his ears. “I said some things. I should explain myself.”

“Don’t worry, I know it was just your heat talking,” you reassure him with a smile, even if part of you wished he meant it. Jungkook stares at you, eyes large and round, mouth falling open into a perfect ‘o’.

He nods. “Yeah, I—I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Bun mumbles, nibbling his bottom lip. He resumes the process of cleaning you and avoids your eyes.

“You didn’t. I don’t know if you noticed, but I played along.” You’re not sure what possesses you to say it, but you immediately regret it when his hand stills.

“I noticed,” Jungkook says with a glance at you, his neck flushing red. He coughs awkwardly before resuming his cleaning. “I made food; just a simple omelette,” he diverts, reaching out of the nest to grab the plate. A forkful of omelette is extended to you, to feed you. You smile fondly at him as you gladly accept the offering. You try not to read too much into it; he’s just taking care of you because it’s his heat and you’re his partner right now. You’re in his nest, too, and in his nest, it’s his instinct to take care of you.

You carefully watch his face, entranced by his focus. Entranced by how much care he takes in everything he does. Jungkook looks up and catches you staring. You burst into laughter, as does he.

“Why are you staring at me?” He chuckles, feeding you more omelette.

“You’re very handsome,” you tease easily. “I’d be an idiot not to.” Jungkook scoffs and you grab his face, looking at him seriously. “You’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen.”

“Even with the ears?” he asks derisively.

“Especially with the ears.” You smile, reaching up to scratch one. His leg twitches and kicks out. Jungkook grabs your wrist, pulling it away from his ear with a giggle.

“Stop it!” He’s smiling, eyes full of stars again and you lean forward to kiss him softly. He’s hesitant at first, but soon gets lost in it. “Is this still okay?” Jungkook whispers against your lips, pecking you tenderly.

“Jungkook, I—” You swallow. “I didn’t do this just because it was your heat. I helped you because—because I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while, I was just scared to admit it. Scared I’d be taking advantage of you.” Your heart is pounding; you’re pretty sure Jungkook can hear it, but the look on his face is nothing but shock, eyes wide as he stares at you.

“Really?” he asks when he finally finds his voice. “It wasn’t just—you took me in when you found me in the rain, looked after me. You’ve looked after me ever since. Are you saying this wasn’t just you taking care of me again?” His voice is quiet, unsure.

You shake your head, running your fingers through his hair. “No, not at all. You’re so— you’ve been so…” You mull the words over. “Yes you’re handsome and the sex was good—” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, then pouts. “GREAT!” you correct, and Jungkook snorts and ducks his head. “But I also want you. I want you singing in the kitchen in the morning, dancing in it at night as you make dinner. I want to keep arguing with you about what we watch on TV. I really love coming home to you at the end of a long work day so I can argue with you about what to watch on TV.” You laugh. “I want to take care of you, like you take care of me. I want to know about you, your past, where you’re from. I want your good days and your bad. I want to talk about your day, I want to talk about the future—” You stop and lick your lips, moving your hands to cup his face. “I just wanna talk because I like the sound of your voice.”

Jungkook smiles wide, leaning in to kiss you before pulling back and leaning his forehead against yours. “Then I think I should tell you everything,” he sighs.

You pull back slightly, your thumbs coming to caress his soft cheeks and you lean in to kiss him again. “If you’re ready, I’m listening,” you whisper against his lips.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” he says, staring deep into your eyes.

“Crazier than someone who finds a stray hybrid on the street and adopts it?” you ask with a nudge. Jungkook chuckles giddily. “Maybe we’re the right kind of crazy for each other?” Something about the question makes him sober and he takes a deep, shuddering breath before he starts talking.

“I live in one of the villages on the outskirts of the city, almost everyone there is a rabbit-hybrid. A few other hybrids, a few mundanes, but not many,” Jungkook explains, shuffling so he can pull your back to his bare chest and wrap his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and continues. “Everyone my age, everyone I grew up with - they’re settling down, thinking about starting families if they haven’t already...” he trails off.

“Everyone? You seem awfully young to be worried about something like that.”

You feel him shrug, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide a blush you can’t even see. “We like to mate early.” Something warm and dangerous blooms in your chest. “Anyway, everyone was finding their mate; all my friends had either found one or found someone they were planning to mate with and I couldn’t—there was no one I… I couldn’t find—” Jungkook stutters, breath coming out in little gasps against your shoulder. You turn in his hold, finding him staring at you, eyes wide. You lift a hand to gently thumb the soft fur of his long, floppy ear. “I’d shared a couple of my heats with others, but other than that I was alone. I was watching all my friends fall in love and be happy and I wanted that more than anything. But I couldn’t find anyone. I even spent my heat before this one alone. There was no one in my village I wanted to spend it with.”

“I’m sorry you felt so alone,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

“I wished upon a shooting star.” Jungkook ducks his head, hiding his eyes from you. “I wanted to find my mate. I didn’t want to be alone anymore.”

“What?” you ask, pulling back to look at him. He glances up at you, hiding behind his ears.

“I told you I’d sound crazy.” Jungkook smiles coyly. “I was sitting on a hilltop near my village. I liked sitting out there at night; it’s far enough away from the city that you can see more stars. I liked to imagine what it would be like to sit out there with my mate someday. Then there was a bright streak across the sky, and I closed my eyes and wished—wished I was with my mate. I must have fallen asleep after that, because the next thing I knew I was waking up in my rabbit form, cold and wet and under a bush. I ran out of it and there you were.” Jungkook lifts his head to look at you now, eyes sparkling as they dance around your face, trying to interpret your reaction. But all you feel is shock.

“How did you get there?” you ask, confused.

“I have no idea, I just woke up and found myself unable to change back.” He shrugs, arms tightening around you.

“So you were stuck in your rabbit form?”

Jungkook nods in confirmation. “At first. The first few weeks. I didn’t know what was wrong, and when you picked me up I froze; it’s rabbit instinct. I hoped I could run later, but then I realised it was for real - you were caring for me. I thought, maybe—” Jungkook swallows, licking his lips, a large, warm hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Maybe my wish had been granted. The longer I stayed, the more scared I became that you’d make me leave if you knew I could transform back. I only did it once to contact my family, to let my brothers know I was okay. The storm really did scare me back in my sleep,though, and I thought you were going to send me away. When you let me stay—” Jungkook leans forward and brushes his lips against yours. “I was so happy. So, so happy.” He lets out a shaky breath.

“Wow,” you whisper, turning back around to melt into his embrace.

“Are you mad? Do you think I’m crazy?” Bun asks, a waver in his voice as he presses his lips to your shoulder.

“I—I don’t know. I’m conflicted,” you answer honestly. His arms tighten around your middle as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

“About?” It’s a whisper, his lips grazing your skin like he’s too scared to ask. Too scared to hear the answer.

“I know I should be mad that you chose to stay here when you could have left at any time. I mean, you basically lied to me. But I can also understand why you did it.” You cover his arms with yours. “You were desperately lonely, and something strange happened. You thought this—this miracle happened. You’d be crazy not to take advantage of it.” You turn in his hold, delicately brushing his hair out of his face. “It’s kind of endearing to find out the hybrid I’ve grown so fond of is actually a big, sappy romantic.” Jungkook buries his nose in the nape of your neck and if the sigh he lets out sounds more like a sob of relief, you don’t mention it. “You really think I could be your mate?” you ask, sliding your hand along his toned forearm and entwining your fingers with his.

“I think I made that wish on the hilltop and woke to find someone who is kind, intelligent, beautiful and funny.” You hear the smile in his voice as his lips make their way across your shoulder. “I love how you wear sweaters three sizes too big. Cry at horror movies. Smile when you think I’m not looking.” Jungkook punctuates each point with a kiss. “I keep imagining you in my clothes. I love how you sing and dance when you’re doing chores.”

“You like my singing?” you laugh. You’ve never been accused of being a good singer, and when you look over your shoulder at him, you realise you’re still not.

“I love your enthusiasm when you sing and dance,” Jungkook states diplomatically, eyes filled with mischief. He dips his head to kiss your shoulder.

“You have a beautiful enough voice for both of us,” you say with a smile, slumping so you’re looking up at him and he’s looking down at you.

“I could have met a million different people in the city, but out of everyone, I meet you. Someone I want to make my mate,” he says cautiously, and you squeeze his hand. “You’ll let me stay?”

“You can stay for as long as you like,” you whisper softly, running your fingers over his.

“What if I never want to leave?” Jungkook teases with a smile, and you smile back up at him.

“Then I guess you should make yourself at home,” you say softly. “Take me to that hilltop one night?”

Jungkook leans down and kisses you; a kiss that tastes like love and feels like a promise. “Try and stop me,” he whispers, smiling.

And making himself at home is exactly what he did.

#Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook #Jungkook Fluff #Jungkook Smut #Hybrid!Jungkook #Jungkook x You #Jungkook x Reader #Bunny!Jungkook #Jungkook Fic #BTS #BTS Fic #Jungkook in Heat #Marginal Madness #MM Summer Nights #Summer Nights #Commission

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 3 years

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Aaron Hotchner / Is That An Order?

Summary: you see Aaron in his FBI vest after he comes back from a call -- and it gives you both some ideas.

Prompts: The Vest Hotch Fic™

Word count: 4,035

Warnings: Explicit (minors DNI), oral (m receiving), fingering, thigh riding, dom! hotch (but he’s still soft), door sex, voyeurism, reader has a V (no pronouns), light choking, slighttttt watch kink, just smut,

“Hey you,” Penelope sticks her head into Aaron’s office, a smile on her lips, “looking for Hotch?”

You nod, checking your watch — taunting you as it flashed a time nearly to midnight— as Garcia sits beside you, “We were supposed to grab dinner — a late dinner about two hours ago — I assume something came up?”

“They went out on a call a while ago — they should be back soon,” you furrow your brow, pressing your fist to your lips, “don’t worry, I already heard from them — they are going to be on their way back.”

You roll your eyes, “You’ve been spending too much time with profilers, Pen,”

“What’s new?” you laugh, just as there’s a knock at the door, Aaron standing in the doorway, his vest still on, gun in its holster.

“Sir,” Penelope gets to her feet, the two speaking about the case, but you were much too distracted to hear what they said.

Your eyes raked over him. Much too distracted.

The blue vest slipped tight over his white button-up, his muscles straining against the woven fibres, his arms folded across his chest — the same you wanted splayed across your body as he fucked you, just as he did the night before.

It should be illegal to look that good in what was essentially a government mandated (life saving) uniform.

Penelope waves a hand in front of your face and you snap back to reality, and she tilts her head, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Your face burns — unable to meet Aaron’s gaze that caressed you slowly, , “Yeah, are we still on for Saturday?” Penelope nods, bidding you both goodbye, slipping from the office, the door clicking behind her.

Aaron slips next to you on the couch, “Sorry I’m late,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, pressing his head against yours, as your palm cupped his cheek, relaxing under your touch, “Did we miss—” You show him your watch, and he sighs, brow wrinkling, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m not upset,” you pressed a kiss to his lips, “we can always reschedule for tomorrow night with Jack. We can always do takeout tonight.”

“I know — but this was supposed to be our night alone,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss right behind your ear, his words reverberating against your skin, “I wanted it to be special.”

“It still can be,” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling back to look at him, his gaze soft, “Would it be incredibly corny to say any night with you special?”

He laughs, your chest squeezing, swelling with gentle pride that you were the one to make him make that beautiful noise, “Very,”

And he kisses you, his hand curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer, and your hand presses against his chest, feeling the muscle under the coarse fabric of the vest. And you lean into him, palms flat against the vest, “Did you keep this on for any reason?”

You’re far too obvious and he’s far too astute — just as you intended. And he leans back, his breath warm against your lips, “Didn’t get a chance to change — my bag is in here,” you bite your lip, eyes roving the expanse of his chest wrapped in the material, tracing the letters written in white, and his fingers tilt your chin back up, molten eyes that make you squirm, “do you like what you see, sweetheart?”

You lean closer, noses brushing, palms now curving around his shoulders, against the straps of the vest, “And what if I said I did?”

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“Strip,” Aaron orders, and you blink, as the light turns green, the car begins to roll forward again on this empty road ahead of you. The streets were mostly deserted now, the hour much too late for traffic and the streets barely illuminated by dimming street lamps — you could thank the great city of D.C. for that.

You tilt your head, “What?”

His fingers flex over the steering wheel, his watch gleaming in the hint of light the moon shone onto the console, “I gave you an order,”

Well this was new.

His eyes snap over to yours, softening for a split second as if to ask for silent permission to continue, “I said strip.”

And you bite back your smile, he’s still just as soft as always.

You do as he says, stripping down — your shirt slipping over your head easily, your pants were next, pausing to look around — the road was empty and barren, no — nothing but the road stretching out. But right now the thick heat of the summer wasn’t the thing that was making you shift your seat, no it’s how he watches you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze utterly dark, dark you can only assume with thoughts of what he would do to you if he wasn’t driving.

Now you’re in your underwear, squirming under his steady gaze, as he rolls to a stop at a redlight. And he looks at you now, as you part your thighs for him, appreciating how his eyes linger where your underwear has a dark patch, and he clears his throat.

“Touch yourself,” his voice is thick as molasses, rich and dark, sending a shiver down your spine.

You raise an eyebrow, “Is that an order, sir?”

“It wasn’t a question, sweetheart,” and you oblige, pulling down your underwear around your ankles, spreading yourself with your fingers to begin, tips of your fingers circling your entrance, your eyes fluttering, until a flash of green catches your attention.

“It’s green,” you gasp, choosing that moment to sink a finger into yourself, knuckle deep, and you see his grip on the wheel flex again, as if he’s barely holding himself back, “the light, sir.”

His eyes flicker back to the road, and he hits the accelerator, continuing on the road, eyes flickering over to you, unable to completely tear himself away. You had sunk another finger into yourself, slowly thrusting, eyes fluttering shut as you imagined it was his fingers, your hips already rolling against your touch, imagining it was his fingers instead, his knee between your legs spreading you wider — muttering filthy nothings in your ear—-

“Sir, please—”

“What do you want?”

Your gaze flickers to him, leaning against the headrest, “Something— say something—”

Another red light, and your eyes flutter open, his features cast in a red glow, his jaw set, “Not yet,” and you whine, long and high, his brow arching at the pathetic noise that left your lips, his eyes remain on the road, but you see him stealing glances out of the corner of his eye, “have you earned it?”

You grit your teeth, your fingers still pressing insistently, your thumb brushing your clit, and your walls flutter with the promise of an orgasm — a moan rips from your throat. And then you see him — he shifts, oh so subtly adjusting himself, but you know you have him.

You would earn it — you bite your smile back, waiting patiently for the light to turn green — and he would have to just watch.

Green.

That’s when you start fucking yourself in earnest, a third finger slipping into your wet cunt, and you knew he could hear just how wet you were for him, your sounds filling the silence of the car. Your fingers dripped the armrests of the carseat, nails digging into plush material, as you braced your legs for even a little more leverage, a little more to get off too.

And even though he refused to run his mouth, you did—

“Fuck, your fingers would be thicker than mine, so good rubbing against my clit right now—” you give a needy sigh, as your thumb swipes against your clit again, circling around right where you wanted it. You felt the car pick up speed, rushing, pushing to get back faster, and you knew he was close, even as the car rolled to another stop at a red light.

He growls your name, swallowing thickly, and you catch a glimpse of his fingers digging into the leather of the armrest.

“You fuck me better than I can fuck myself. God, I’m dripping for you, can you hear it? I need you, Aaron,” and your eyes flutter open, your mouth hanging open, meeting his half lidded eyes as he watches you — a heat so molten that it begins to prod you over the edge, your thumb pressing against your clit in tight circles, “Fuck. Aaron— Sir, I’m close.”

“Stop,” he orders, cutting through your euphoria, and your fingers slow, “you don’t cum until I tell you can.”

“I don’t care,” you whine, your fingers beginning to move, but he grabs your wrist, tightly, being careful when he pulls your fingers from you. Your fingers are shiny, wet with the beginnings of your orgasm. His eyes narrow as he looks at them, his tongue darting across his lips, and you can almost those lips wrapped your fingers, sucking your cum from the tips of your fingers as his tongue circled—

He offers your fingers to you, “Suck,” he tells you, his attention split between you and the red light, and you ached at the emptiness, squirming, “I gave you an order—”

Green light.

You place your fingers in your mouth, your taste dancing across your tongue as he watches you, and you make a show of it — swirling your tongue around your fingers, sloppily sucking at them, imagining it was his cock instead. Your pussy throbbed, and you were sure you were going to leave a wet spot on the seat. You pulled your fingers out with a pop, just as he hit another red light.

In a moment, his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss that stole the air from your chest. His teeth graze your bottom lip harshly, before his tongue slips into your mouth, tasting you on your tongue. Your fingers fist in his shirt, tugging him closer over the console, his name leaving your mouth in a whimper.

And he snaps. He pulls away from you, a protest stuck in the back of your throat, until he pulls into his driveway, “Sir—”

He pushes his seat back, undoing his seatbelt, and he leans over, gripping the back of your neck again, “I’m going to fuck you in this seat, sweetheart,” he kisses you again, brusingly rough, as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you up. Your back arched, hunched and pressed against the ceiling of the car as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his fingers busy pulling your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. He tugs you over, as you help him pull you over the shift gear, launching yourself with the heel of your foot. You land right against his hard cock, a grunt falling from his lips, as your pussy throbs against the coarse material of his jeans.

Your palms run across the vest, as his lips fall from your lips, punctuating the kiss to the hollow of your throat with sucking at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He takes his time with you:he’s pragmatic with his kisses, his touches, each one carefully calculated — your collarbone, your neck, your pulse; he’s patient, his lips smile against your skin when he feels you squirm; but he’s passionate, his hands splayed across your hips, his chest bumping yours, his eyes bored into you as if he couldn’t bear to look away.

But still, he wasn’t keeping his promise — his fingers traced up and down your thighs, but he made no move to unbuckle his belt or undo his fly, “Sir, please—”

“This isn’t a reward,” his voice taut, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, knowing it wasn’t enough pressure to bloom bruises, “not after what you just pulled.”

“I did what I did—”

His hand flies over your mouth, muffling your words against your palm, “I didn’t ask for an explanation,” and he roughly shifts you so you were straddling his thigh now, the thick muscle under your throbbing folds, “And I don’t think you deserve to get fucked, do you?” He rolls the thigh underneath you, delicious friction sending a ripple of pleasure up your spine, “not until you learn your lesson.”

“Please—” you let out a needy whine, as you grind down, moaning as your folds drag against him, and his fingers wind their way around your neck, the cold metal of his watch against the hollow of your throat. A shiver ghosts down your body, and you don’t know if it’s from the cold press of the watch or the anticipation that mulls in your stomach — a heat that makes you melt into him, into his touch. The calluses of his fingers drag against your smooth skin, until they settle into place — as they always did.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh for me, sweetheart,” his fingers squeeze your throat softly to punctuate his words, his other hand gliding along the length of your thigh until settling on your hip again, his thumb sliding up and down the soft flesh, “You have to earn it.”

“Earn what?” and he forces you to roll against his thigh again, forcing a whimper from your lips.

“Earn the right to be fucked,” he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips.

You glare at him, before his thigh falls slack and you throb again, wanting friction, wanting pleasure, wanting him.

Fuck it, your hands splay over his shoulders, against the thick material of the vest, and fuck him.

You grind down on his thigh, your clit catching deliciously against his the thick muscle of his thigh, “Look at you,” his fingers flex around your neck with every press of his thigh, “imagine if the team could see you like this, split open on my thigh, soaking it — I can feel how wet you are — I can hear it,” Your pussy twitches against him, and his lips curl, “you like that, don’t you? Only I can fuck you like this. I can only see you like this, can’t I?” and you nod, as he begins to roll his thigh against your in tandem, your head lolling back — so fucking good, “show me how good you are, show me how good you’re going to be for me.”

And he knows you’re close — your fingernails digging into his shoulders, mouth ajar, his fingers around your neck holding you in place for him — a pretty picture of pleasure before him, for him to watch you fall apart under his touch. You were his art, and he was surely the artist.

You rock your hips against him again, as his thigh tenses in time, and then his finger reach underneath, rubbing against you harshly, “Cum for me,”

And you do, his name on your lips again, your walls fluttering as you spill all over him, still grinding against him as you ride out your orgasm. His lips find yours as you slow, embarrassingly wet, his jeans soaked with evidence of your orgasm, but that only serves to make you clench against him more. He presses butterfly kisses against your lips as you come down, your pants in his ear.

“Sir, Aaron— please—” He runs his thumb down your lips, pulling at your bottom one, as he looks at you with half lidded eyes, and he moves your hand to his bulge, hardened against the material of his jeans, damp — just as his pant leg you rested on was — but from his arousal, not yours. His eyes darken when he sees your tongue drag against your lips, “Can I—”

Your answer is when he pushes the seat back as far as it can go, and you slip from his lap, kneeling comfortably between his legs, pushed flush with the seat. His fingers undo his belt, the clink of his belt making you press your thighs together. He lifts his hips, as you help him pull his jeans and boxers down, a flurry of fabric tugged down to his ankles, until you’re staring at his cock.

Precum leaks out the tip, a low hiss leaves his lips as your fingers curl around him, your tongue darting out to lick it. His fingers tighten against the armrests, as you kiss the tip again, your fingers grazing him lightly, “Fuck, sweetheart, I thought you wanted me to fuck you—” his sentence dies in his throat as you press the flat of your tongue down the underside of his hardness, relishing in the way he twitches underneath your touch, “fuck, I—”

His fingers card through your hair, tugging you closer, pressing his length into your mouth, “You do that so well, don’t you?” he murmurs, his hips beginning to jerk against you, “going to fuck your throat, mark that mouth as my own. Because you’re mine,” He groans, when your tongue traces his slit again, before curling around his length.

You grin against him, lips sucking and licking, a thick heat radiating between your bodies that made you nearly sigh. He was the stoic bureau chief who hardly had a kind word for anyone who disappointed him — and yet, here he was, your name curled around your name like that, in a rough, desperate tone that made another stripe of warmth flush through your body. His fingers dug sharply into your scalp, thrusting until his tip hit the back of your throat.

He hears you gag, and he freezes. The facade breaks a moment, as he blinks down at you, his eyes flickering down to check on you, “Sorry—” but you tap twice to let him know you’re okay, your eyes half lidded and glassy, “are you—” his words left as you hollowed out your cheeks to suck at him, and you wished you could hear his debauched groan again and again.

And your tongue traces his slit again, before sucking again — and he’s thrusting again, slowly this time, “You’re so good for me,” he murmurs, the persona fading as he got closer to his orgasm, “so good, sweetheart,”

But then he pulls you off, gently, and you’re panting, peering up at him, his cock twitching at the sight, “Aaron—”

He helps you into his lap with a grunt, “I want to fuck you, sweetheart, just how you want, just tell me what you want,”

His words are nearly enough to make you come apart, with his cock brushing against your clit, “I want you to fuck me in your vest, I want to feel myself come apart on you,” you shift, and your head bumps against the ceiling, you flinch, “but maybe not in here,”

His hand finds the top of your head rubbing it, “Maybe you’re right,”

The two of you slip from the car — disheveled but dressed — his hand in yours as he pulls you towards the door, and his keys are in his hands. You’re pressed against him, pressing kisses to his shoulder, and right as your hand drifts to the bulge in his pants, the door opens. And now, you’re pressed against it.

His lips fall to yours, crushing you against the door, one hand undoing the button on your pants, and the other trying to pull your shirt over your head. You oblige him, lifting your arms over your head, getting the pesky fabric out of way, before he undoes your bra with practiced ease. The fabric of his vest drags down your body as he towers over you. He finds your lips again, his tongue tracing over your lips before slipping into your mouth — and you know he’s tasting himself on your lips.

And your hand palms his bulge through his pants, just as his lips trail down to your neck, “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs, as you revel in the weight of his cock in your fingers, and his teeth scrape against your neck, smoothing it with his tongue.

And you can’t stand it anymore, you pull him back, fingers knotted in his hair at the base of his neck, “I need you,” and his eyes are lidded and dark, raising an eyebrow, “sir.”

And we’re back.

“Let me see how much,” His fingers find your underwear, completely soaked through and he pulls the crotch aside, a calloused finger rubs at your clit, making you jump, “All of this for me?”

“Aar—” you yelp, as another finger joins the first, spreading your folds, toying and pinching your clit.

“You’re soaked,” he hums, and your pussy convulses around his fingers, until he pulls his hand away, undoing his pants, and freeing himself from his slacks. And you’re acutely aware of just how dressed he was compared to you — you were down to your underwear, and his clothes dragged over your bare skin.

And now he’s lifting your leg, hooking around his hip, before sucking his fingers, shiny with your cum, into his mouth, and your hands fall on his shoulders, digging into the coarse material, “I need you to—”

And he fills you, sinking into you with ease. You arch into his touch, as he groans, a guttural noise that fills your ears, as he begins to thrust, the door creaking under your weight, pressed chest to chest, your peaks rubbing against his vest, “Look at how well you’re taking me, sweetheart,” he moans, leaning his head down to lave at your nipples, “You’ve wanted this from the moment you saw me today, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you in my vest — do you like it when I take control?”

His fingers dig into your hips, “Aaron, I’m—” you’re nearly boneless at this point, utterly consumed by him, unable to tell where the other begins or ends, pleasure rolling off in waves, teetering on the edge, “I’m close—”

“Don’t come until I say,” he slows his thrusts to a languid pace, and you swear, fingers digging into his shoulders, and his fingers are at your clit. A sob rips from your throat, on the edge of pleasure.

“Sir—” your orgasm begins to crest, shaking your head, “I need—”

“And he begins to thrust in earnest, his fingers rubbing your clit harshly, “Cum for me, baby,” and you’re coming apart with his name on your lips, as he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, your walls fluttering around his cock, as you tug him closer, chest to chest again, fingernails digging into his vest. And his hips snap once more before he finally spills inside you with a groan of your name.

You find him in your haze, pulling him to your lips, and this kiss is softer and sweet — deeper, as he rests himself against the door, slowing to a stop. Cupping your cheek, his thumb brushes the length of it, before pulling away, his forehead pressed to yours, slowly letting your leg down. Your knees wobble and he doesn’t miss it.

He rears back for a moment, his hands trying to steady you, “Are you—”

“I’m fine,” you sigh, tugging him close again, the absence of him too much to bear in this post-orgasmic bliss — you needed him closer even. But he slips from inside you, even as you pout, “I just need you, remember?”

“I remember,” he hums, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck, lips curled in a smile, “I also remember something about us missing dinner after I kept you waiting,”

You raise an eyebrow, “Hungry already, Hotchner?”

He shrugs, trailing slow kisses up your neck, “I worked up an appetite,” he nearly lifts you off your feet, pulling you into his arms, “order takeout and then a shower? Together,” he adds, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You smirk, tilting your head, “Is that an order, sir?”

And he raises an eyebrow, pulling you closer, as your hands slip around his shoulders, feeling the material of the vest under your fingers, “Well, it wasn’t a question.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagines #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner smut #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagines

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foli-vora · 3 years

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all i need

A/N: lmao a brief depressive episode gave way to a relentless hunger to fuck a cowboy so... enjoy. ❤️

Pairing: Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Word count: almost 2.2k

Warnings: THIS IS 18+ ONLY! swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, body worship, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap), clit slaps, choking, a good ol’ creampie and a tiny miniscule slice of cum eating (if I’ve forgotten anything, please let me know!)

“No, no, no! Shit! Fucking shit, fuck –”

The casserole dish clatters to the counter and you try to wave the sting of a burn from your hands, frowning at the now blackened potatoes, smoke curling towards the ceiling and hanging heavy in your nose. No saving those. The potatoes join the rest of the burnt food crowding the counter and you feel the burn of tears build behind your lids.

It was your and Jack’s anniversary – your third to be exact, your first as an engaged couple. You had spent hours going through Pinterest, browsing some fancy recipes and saving anything you think Jack would like, deciding to make him a big fancy home cooked meal for him to come home to as an anniversary surprise. Suffice to say, it was not going well.

Well, there was still time – maybe you could order something in before he got home. You both were at your apartment in Manhattan as Jack had been working at the New York Statesmen offices, so you had plenty of options to pick from. You sigh when you hear the front door open, a set of keys being thrown in the bowl by the door and heavy footsteps leading through the apartment.

“Sweetheart? Where are y–” Jack stops dead when he enters the kitchen, a magnificent bouquet of red roses in one hand, dark eyes quickly taking in the cluttered counters of horrifically burnt food and then landing on you, hands braced on your hips and tears building in your eyes as you glared at the burnt dishes. “What’s all this?”

“It was meant to be a surprise,” you mutter, shoulders falling in defeat, “for our anniversary… but I ruined it.”

“Hey now,” he moves forward instantly, arms looping around your waist and free hand falling to the back of your head as he cradles you to him. “It looks… uh… it looks like you’ve put a lot of work into everything.”

You scoff, pulling back and smiling softly as he presents you with the flowers. The sweet perfume hits your senses, ridding your nose of the smoke smell and you sigh, kissing his cheek softly. “They’re stunning, Jack. Thank you.”

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your forehead, nose scrunching slightly as smoke permeates his nose. “Let’s just –” he momentarily leaves you to open the kitchen windows before taking the roses from you and sitting them on the counter in the one small bit of space not taken up by burnt food, and then leads you into the less-smoky dining area.

“I’m sorry I screwed dinner up.” You’re sullen as you speak, disappointed in yourself and what you thought were decent cooking skills.

“Don’t be silly. My future wife,” he coos, large hands cradling your face softly as he presses his lips from one cheek to the other, curved nose brushing against yours softly, “always thinking of me – spoiling me. You’re incredible, baby.”

“But I –”

“No. You are incredible. You spent your day working away in here, all for me. Now, did it end up how you wanted? No – but does that take away from the time and effort you spent doing so? No. You’re always looking after me, sweetheart… and now, it’s my turn.”

Your hands fly to his shoulders with a cry of surprise as he bends slightly, grabbing you just below your ass and sitting you on the edge of the dining table. He hands pull at his jacket as he drops to his knees, throwing it aside and not caring when it drops to a crumpled heap a few steps away.

You blink down at him, “What are you doing?”

“Having myself a top-quality anniversary meal, courtesy of my lovely fiancé.” He answers with a grin curling at his lips, warm hands rubbing along the smooth skin above your ankles. “Lay back for me, baby, let me see you.”

Your eyes don’t leave his as you slowly recline, resting on your elbows on the cool timber surface, his hands brushing up your legs and along your thighs and slowly pushing up the cute floral sundress you had bought for the occasion. Red lace greets him once the dress moves under his persistence, and his fingers trace the edges of the delicate fabric in admiration.

“You dress up all pretty for me, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.”

Lips repetitively press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, slowly working their way up to your clothed core, and you squirm on the table, hips bucking slightly in anticipation. Searing heat engulfs your clit through the fabric, and the breath leaves your lungs as Jack moves his lips, biting gently at your clit and dragging the lace back with his teeth before letting it snap back into place. Dark eyes flick up to meet yours and then he’s smirking, fingers hooking into the waistband and jerking his head up to signal you to raise your hips and removing your underwear.

You watch him through hooded eyes, his large warm hands running back up your legs, and then he pushing at your thighs, spreading your legs and groaning lowly when his eyes land on your pussy.

“Prettiest fuckin’ thing.”

And then he moves, mouth greedily engulfing your clit and running his tongue over the sensitive nerve, fingers digging into your thighs as you moan quietly, hand flying to wind in his hair. He groans into your flesh, eyes closing and brows furrowing in concentration as he focuses all of his attention doing that fucking magical thing with his tongue that makes your eyes roll back into your head. You whine when he moves away from your clit, tongue diving into your pussy to taste the arousal gathering there, nose and moustache bumping against your clit as he eagerly buries his face against your folds.

“Fuck Jack,” your hands tug at his curls, hips shifting slightly against his mouth and head dropping back as he hums appreciatively against you, the sweet tang of you like honey on his tongue.

He breaks away with a quiet pant, diving right back to latch onto your clit, lips wrapping around it while his tongue rapidly rubs back and forth. Your thighs jump in his palms, and he winds his arms under your legs, sitting them softly on his shoulders and palms flattening against your hips, keeping you steady and anchored to his relentless mouth. Fire ignites in your stomach, toes curling in the high heels digging into his back. He doesn’t seem to notice, and if he does, he doesn’t seem to mind as he moves his head from side to side. You whine up to the ceiling, fist tightening around the tufts of soft hair wound between your fingers, pulling him impossibly closer to you, a low drawn out moan falling from your lips when he lets you buck against his mouth.

“Take what you want, baby.” He murmurs, dark hungry eyes finding yours.

The death grip on your legs eases up, and you start to move against his tongue with little grinds of your hips, keeping his head where you want it with the hand buried in his hair, heart fluttering wildly in your chest as he watches you closely from between your legs, watching the slight crease between your brows deepen, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. You bask in the heat quickly spreading over your body, muscles winding tighter and tighter with every delicious roll against his mouth. Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for something, anything, to fill it and help you over the edge.

“J-Jack – fuck… fingers –”

Two fingers immediately swirl around the entrance to your pussy, sliding in with zero resistance and curling deeply within you, moving in time with your hips and hitting that heavenly spot within you that has you seeing stars. Fucking Jesus, so good… so, so good –

He feels you on the edge, hears your breathing start to hitch and groans, eyes slipping closed as you work yourself faster and harder against his mouth, free hand unconsciously falling to rub at his clothed cock, rock hard and throbbing from the second he buried his tongue in your pussy.

“Yes, oh my g– Jack… fuck –” your chest heaves, the heat in your belly coming to an all time high and then you’re suspended in space for a brief second in time, floating and weightless, until you come crashing down, electric flooding your body and back arching against the table, coming with a loud cry. He feels your pussy clench down around his fingers, a flood of wetness catching his chin, and he can’t help the low groan he lets out against you. Your body jolts, spasming wildly as he greedily locks his lips around your clit and sucks until you’re pulling at his hair and begging for relief.

He pulls away, mouth and chin shining with your slick, and you watch through hazy eyes as he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucks, eyes closing in bliss at the taste of your cum before opening and locking heatedly with yours. He stands, fingers tugging at the tie around his neck and ripping open the top buttons of his shirt, before he’s stepping closer, dragging the weeping head of his cock along through your folds and slapping it sharply against your clit. You cry out at the sting of overstimulation, cry turning into a moan when he does it again, and again, before he lines up with your entrance and buries himself in your pussy with one solid thrust.

“Fuck baby, you always take me so well.” He groans, head rolling on his shoulders as your walls flutter around him.

“Please –”

He stays still, eyes opening and gazing down at you, breathless and spaced out below him. “Please what? What do you want?”

“Move. Please, Jack – please… please fuck me –”

Fingers grip your chin, your pussy clenching in response, and he turns your head towards him.

“Look at my pretty girl,” he coos deeply, “asking so nicely. You want me to fuck you, baby?”

You nod pathetically, hands grabbing at whatever they could find, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and tugging him down towards you. He melts over you, wet lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, your mouth falling open the second his tongue probes softly at your lips. You moan at the taste of him, mixed with the tangy taste of your cum still hanging on his tongue. The fingers gripping your chin move, wrapping around the delicate skin of your throat and squeezing softly, his raspy chuckle filling your ears when he feels your pussy flutter around him again.

“You want it?”

“Please –” you choke out as he pulls halfway out before pushing back in languidly, eyes fixed to your face and the small twitch of your muscles as he lazily thrusts, slowly dragging his cock against your walls. “Jack,” you whine, frowning at the slow pace.

“I hear you, baby.”

And then he’s moving. Really moving.

His thrusts become faster, harder, hitting somewhere deep inside you that has your clawing at the table. You’re talking, incoherent words falling from your lips in a relentless wave as he pounds into you, the grip around your throat tightening as he curses quietly.

“God, you were made for me, darlin’. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect, Christ –” his hips stutter and he mashes his teeth together, fighting the itch of release and quickening his thrusts, free hand moving to press down on your lower stomach to pin you in place. “Come on, baby. Give me one more, I know you can do it –” His thumb moves slightly lower, brushing over your clit in soft circles and setting fire to your nerves all over again. “Can you do that for me, baby? Can you give me one more?”

Whining softly, you nod hurriedly, brows furrowing as the coil winds tighter and tighter in your stomach. In a blinding flash, another wave of heat rushes over you and his hips stutter as you cum hard around him, hand moving from your throat to the tabletop next to your head to brace himself.

“Good girl, baby, you’re so good for me, so fuckin’ good, Jesus fuck –”

You feel the flood of heat as he comes, his cock shoved so deep you arch off the table with a whimper as he brushes your tender cervix. He collapses on top of you, the weight of his body comforting as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around him. You both lay boneless, panting and sweat running along your bodies. Jack lifts his head once he catches his breath, pressing a tender kiss to your lips which you try to return as sweetly as possible while being completely fucked out of your senses, and then he stands and gently drags his soft cock from your wrecked pussy. He watches his cum leak out of you, fingers swiping through the mess before bringing them to his mouth and sucking the cum from his skin with a low hum.

He grins, “Dinner was amazing – thank you, sweetheart.”

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undersero · 3 years

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pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem reader x bokuto koutarou (threesome)

warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing

word count: 3.1k

author's note: this is reposted from my old blog!

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This lie fell so easily from your tongue, and though it didn’t sound convincing at all, you didn’t care. You couldn’t see it in the dark room, but you could hear it… you could hear the wild smile unfurl on Kuroo’s lips.

“No idea at all, huh?” his voice sounded like gravel. It was deeper than normal, and so very dangerously close to your ear. Outside, the gym was silent. Everyone had gone to bed for the evening, meaning you had all the privacy you needed… for your punishment.

“What do you think of that, Bokuto?” Kuroo asked, and as if on cue, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against a broad, toned chest.

“Nah, I think she knew exactly what she was doing,” he contradicted, leaning forward so his mouth was directly against your ear. “And she did it on purpose because she wanted something… isn’t that what happened, little babe?”

This wasn’t the first time you had done this, but it was, sadly, likely one of the last, because the three of you were third years. Life as you knew it was going to change. As team manager for Nekoma, you’d been present at what felt like hundreds of these practice matches and training camps, always secretly nursing dual crushes on Kuroo and Bokuto. Then once, last year, all that changed, somehow, and ever since, you’d always ended up with the both of them, somewhere private like this.

Now it was a special occasion. A silently agreed-upon but never-spoken of deal between the three of you- no strings attached, though it didn’t seem like there needed to be any, because they would always look out for you, always protect you, and probably always have feelings for you, even if they didn’t try to give whatever this was more of a label than “friends with benefits”.

Today was a day like any other, though admittedly, you were more bold and made eyes at the two of them more than you normally would have dared. It started with soft fluttering lashes at Bokuto before breakfast… blatantly looking Kuroo up and down all throughout the morning, and appreciatively watching Bokuto with blushing cheeks and your bottom lip caught between your teeth during each one of his matches.

Soft, lingering touches at lunch. Squeezing his arm when Kuroo said something slightly amusing. Shyly grinning up at him when you gave him his water; and finally, winking at Bokuto all throughout his last match of the day. You could clearly see how much it inflated his ego, even from the entire way across the gymnasium.

Bokuto nipped your ear and tugged harshly on the lobe with his teeth. The action made you whimper, your ass nudging his crotch as you wiggled; you could clearly feel the imprint of his erection through his shorts and your khakis.

With greed, Bokuto ran his hands up and down your front, groping soft flesh and kneading your breasts, and Kuroo gripped your chin firmly in his hands, leaning down to kiss you with possession, no haste, and abundant lust.

Your soft moan was lost in Kuroo’s mouth as you kissed him back, sighing with content at finally having the attention you so desperately desired. From behind you, Bokuto chuckled, kissing down the back of your neck and sliding his hand up and underneath the waistband of your shorts.

His calloused, long fingers met your pussy with practiced expertise, and you whined in relief- he hadn’t given you anything to be so relieved about, and he didn’t plan to, not for a while after you’d teased him all day- but it was nice, still, to have his fingers so close to your core, where you needed them most.

At that moment, Kuroo bit down on your lip, causing a whine to fall from your lips- he bit you nearly hard enough to draw blood. Kuroo raked a hand through your hair and tugged, tilting your head back in the process. Though the equipment room was dark, your eyes were adjusting and you could just barely see the details of Kuroo’s face… and how dark his eyes were. He smirked down at you, thumb swiping at your bottom lip. He looked very much like a cat who’d caught a mouse.

“Do his fingers feel nice, little girl?” Kuroo’s voice was low, and it spurred Bokuto on as well, because when he heard it, he smirked against the skin on the back of your neck, and his breathing grew a bit faster, and definitely harder. The hand in your shorts began to move with more purpose, as he parted your lips and started dragging the delightfully calloused tips across your folds. The movement made you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

And Kuroo chuckled, amused.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, almost condescending, “does it feel so good that you can’t even talk? Can’t even answer me?” His fingertips met your cheek with a sharp, but light smack, the noise echoing throughout the dark closet. The sound of his smack on your skin encouraged Bokuto even more as he began sucking what you knew would be a very dark, very noticeable hickey on the back of your neck. He more urgently pressed his erection into your ass, and abandoned your weeping cunt for a moment in favor of pulling off your shorts.

Kuroo’s thumb and pointer finger gently squeezed your cheeks, between your teeth, making it nearly impossible for you to answer him. That’s what he wanted, though, to have you helpless. He knew that was how you liked it. Smirking, he spoke again.

“Well, I guess if you’re not gonna talk with that mouth, you should put it to good use, then.”

Kuroo’s cock always astounded you. It was long, thick, with two pretty veins; one running along the bottom of his cock, the other on the side. They were exceptionally sensitive, too, and every time you ran your tongue along either one of them, Kuroo would whine and press his hips forward just a little more, desperate to get more of your mouth.

As Kuroo pulled himself out of his shorts, Bokuto had helped you out of your shorts, and he was on his back, on the floor, eagerly pulling you down to sit on his face. As always, your wet cunt was met with needy, lapping strokes of his tongue. He growled in appreciation of the taste, loving more than anything that he was able to get to have you on his mouth, that he could taste your sweet juices and make you cry from pleasure just from his mouth alone.

Already, your head was buzzing with pleasure. You’d become accustomed to the darkness of the room now, and you could see better than you could before, but you wondered if that was any good or not- because now you could see their sweaty faces. Now you could see how blown their pupils were and how feral they looked. You could see the muscles in Bokuto’s arms tighten and loosen as he ate you out like it was his last meal. You could see the frosted tips of his hair between your legs, you could see his golden, lust filled stare on your face as he ate you so voraciously. Kuroo’s sculpted stomach caught your eye as he pulled his shirt up and away from his aching cock, and seeing it made you even wetter than you already were.

One of Kuroo’s big hands came to cup the back of your head, the other hand on the shaft of his cock. Messily, he smacked the drooling tip onto your face, groaning at the noise it made and biting his lip at the wonderful feeling.

“Open wide, little girl,” he said, grinning down at you. When you complied, like such a good girl, he slid his cock in your mouth, immediately letting out a hiss of satisfaction.

Instantly, your mouth was full. Kuroo was hard and hot and throbbing. You swirled your tongue around it as much as you could, one hand grasping his cock, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Being mindful of Bokuto between your legs, you lean forward a bit, sliding your tongue up Kuroo’s entire length, mouthing at those veins and getting the expected, yet still so satisfying, moans from the dark-haired man.

Bokuto continued his brutal pace while he ate you out. He was slurping wetly- if you weren’t so turned on you would have been embarrassed at the very thought of your cunt producing that much slick, but you still felt a great deal of pride that Bokuto was so excited to taste you.

His tongue grazed over one particular spot, and you cried out, jerking your hips forward. Bokuto chuckled darkly, arms locking around your legs like a vice as he held you in place and began lapping at that spot like a madman. Kuroo stepped closer, one hand sliding to the back of your head once more.

“Watch it, Bokuto,” he said, “don’t make her fall.”

Whether or not Bokuto heard Kuroo’s admonishment was unclear, because he didn’t even spare Kuroo a look or a noise. He just kept licking at that one spot.

You were nearly gushing at this point, having his tongue work at you so ferociously made you see stars. Your thighs were shaking and your folds were so wet that you knew you were soaking Bokuto’s face and the floor underneath him. Almost involuntarily, your hips were jerking along with Bokuto’s ministrations, grinding on him desperately to try and get more friction that you so desperately needed.

Kuroo tugged on your hair gently, bringing your head back to his cock. Obediently, you opened your mouth, taking the sopping tip back onto your tongue. Then, slowly, like he was preparing you for it, Kuroo began thrusting into your mouth.

Like usual, it was a little difficult at first. You gagged, the action causing your stomach to clench, and your muscles to contract, which only heightened the pleasure you were getting from Bokuto’s tongue. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but you took several deep breaths in through your nose, and soon, Kuroo was able to fuck into your mouth as if it was just another one of your holes. Strings of saliva fell from your face, staining your shirt, some landing on Bokuto’s face (but he couldn’t be bothered by it), and some smearing on Kuroo’s thighs.

“Okay, “ Kuroo said, pulling you off his cock after holding you there for a particularly long moment, “ Okay, get up, come on,” he said, tugging on your hand. “Bokuto, let her up now, come on.”

Begrudgingly, Bokuto pulled away, spanking your bare ass before using his strength to easily lift you off his face- and this was so dizzying to you, the act of simple, brute strength was so arousing that you almost saw stars from it alone.

Your legs were too shaky to trust on their own, so you stayed kneeling, after Bokuto picked you up and placed you down on the floor. Kuroo quickly sat down in front of you, pulling you into his lap so easily, like you weighed nothing at all.

Kuroo’s cock breached you with no ceremony or preamble. Suddenly, even with Bokuto’s extensive and excellent preparation, you were stretched to your very limit. Crying out, your hands flew to Kuroo’s neck, lacing behind his head and holding tightly, almost desperately to him.

Bokuto shucked his pants down to his ankles, stroking his hard, leaking, red cock as he watched the two of you. He stepped forward, placing his hand on your hair and guiding your head to look in his direction. Again, so obediently, you opened your mouth for his cock, and he slid it into the wet, sloppy, already-abused cavern.

Bokuto’s cock was so different from Kuroo’s- it was thick. Girthy. An actual mouthful that, when pressed into your mouth or into your cunt, made you believe you’d be bursting from the seams in seconds. He never broke you, though. Not yet, anyway.

And he was so sensitive, too. Unlike Kuroo, Bokuto’s cock was sensitive all over. When you’d give the tip of his cock innocent kitten licks, he got goosebumps. When you pumped it in your hand, his toes curled. And when it was stuffed in something hot and sopping wet, Bokuto could see stars along the outside of his vision.

Kuroo’s hands on your waist were bruising as he bounced you on his cock with ease, like you were nothing more than a fleshlight with feelings. HIs hands were always so strong, so capable of holding you and guiding your hips over just the right spots. He filled you perfectly, too. You were full to the brim, the goodness of it all almost bringing tears to your eyes. This was where you belonged, fully seated on Kuroo’s cock.

But you also belonged on your knees for Bokuto. His normally golden eyes were stained nearly black with lust at this point, as he looked down at you with loving eagerness as he thrusted his cock into and out of your mouth. With his pleasure, his movements became harried and frenzied, hips jerking unpredictably, almost like he was a madman, though you were sure he was only crazy with lust for you.

Kuroo swiped his thumb up and down your clit as you rolled your hips on his cock.

“Heh… so wet for us, huh, little girl?” he asked you, squeezing your thighs in his hands before moving his hands back up to your hips. “Is this from you teasing us all day? Huh? Is this what happens when you act like a little whore for some cock?”

His words went right through you, slicing through you like a hot knife through butter. You cried out against Bokuto’s cock, effectively creaming on Kuroo’s dick with a soft, almost exhausted cry as your orgasm washed over you. You felt the pleasure in each and every nerve of your body; they hummed in warmth and with pleasure, and you felt the warmth that was in your stomach loosen and spread throughout your entire body.

Kuroo felt this too, and he laughed.

“Did she cum for you, Kuroo?” Bokuto growled, hand fisting in your hair as he drove his cock into your mouth harder and deeper. One of the biggest changes during these times was how animalistic and rough and feral Bokuto’s voice became. It made your head spin, it turned you on more than anything else. You were nodding in response to Bokuto’s question before Kuroo could even respond.

“Yeah, she did. Fuckin’ loves being talked to like that, y’know?” Kuroo said, smacking your ass with an open palm, the sting echoing throughout the room.

Soon, Kuroo was rocking his hips up into you erratically, like he’d lost his mind in the haze of all the pleasure. A guttural moan ripped through his chest, his hair falling forward in his eyes as he filled you up with his hot seed. You moaned around Bokuto, who waited until the very moment Kuroo’s hips stopped moving to pluck you off of the other one.

Your arousal, your cum, Kuroo’s cum, and Bokuto’s spit all leaked down from between your legs, and had your head not been fuzzy and unable to focus, you may have been embarrassed, but you knew it just made Bokuto more eager to fuck you. Sloppy seconds were his favorite.

While Kuroo watched, chest heaving, Bokuto laid you out on the floor. He folded you in half with ease, tossing your legs over his shoulders and pushing into you with one fluid thrust. He stretched you out completely differently than Kuroo had, dragging along different spots at his brutal pace.

Helpless, you clutched at his arms, nails digging into the yielding flesh, but you didn’t care, and neither did he. Kuroo’s hands were soon on you again, groping your tits from over your shirt, hand slid between your chest and your legs, and getting a prime view of where you were coupled with the ace.

Bokuto grunted, feral, each time he bottomed out inside you and his cock pressed into its maximum depth. Everything was soft, wet, spongey, and hot. So, so, so hot. He’d lost himself in the pleasure now, his muscles taut in the haste and the exertion of it all. With more mindful fingers, Kuroo slid his hand between your legs and began rubbing at your clit, which made you cum again, a second time.

This time, it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t clean. Instead, it was hot, like fire, and it was wet. The second time you came, you squirted, crying out in a wrecked, broken voice, with no one outside the three of you in the tiny equipment room able to hear. Bokuto’s stomach and thighs, which were already wet from the blowjob you gave him, were soon coated with this slick, and he laughed.

“Good girl, good fuckin girl,” he said, hips driving into you harder.

It only took about three more bold, deep strokes for him to still and cum into you, spilling every ounce of his release into your hot, abused pussy. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came down, every nerve in his body feeling hot. His shoulders relaxed and he slouched a little bit, having enough mind to slowly, a little unsteadily, pull your legs off his shoulders, rubbing them gently with big, strong hands.

Kuroo, who was the least fucked of the three of you, touched your sweaty face gently. The soft gesture made you turn into his hand, and Bokuto, as the fog cleared, rubbed your sides gently.

“Give me my shirt,” Bokuto murmured, voice soft, but well-used and a bit worse for wear.

Kuroo handed him the shirt, the three of you unanimously and idly realizing you never really remembered when he’d taken it off. Though his previous movements were harsh, bokuto very gently wiped the shirt along between your legs, and after a few moments, pulled his cock from you, being sure to wipe away any more mess that escaped- you knew you’d have to take a proper shower very soon, but the thought was nice.

“I...I don’t like to think that this is the last time,” you murmured quietly. Bokuto was pulling your shorts back up your legs, and Kuroo was petting your hair sweetly, and at this mention, they both dawned dark expressions. Sad faces.

But then, Bokuto said with the utmost confidence, “Just because this is the last time at training camp doesn’t mean it's the last time. Wait ‘til I get you in a bedroom. I bet I can make you squirt three times in one session.”

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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“Lies & Affairs,” Pt 3 Levi x Reader

Since it’s been requested so many timesssss

Summary: After Levi found out Petra (his gf) cheated on him, he sleeps with you and you overthinking he’ll run back to Petra— you go to support him while he confronts her.

Warnings: confrontation that turns into smut oop

PART ONE

PART TWO

After the shower, Levi had decided to go back to his own place considering he had no change of clothes and Petra was sitting in there like she owned the place and that had made him a little more pissed off than usual.

He asked you to tag along and at first you didn’t want to, who would want to go confront Levi’s girlfriend after just sleeping with him. But he had convinced you that he needed some support and you gave in.

The way your hands started to get shaky as you both walked into his place, looking around at the clean area and Levi had laughed at the fact that the clothing that was scattered before was now gone like nothing ever happened.

“Levi is that you?” Petra had walked out of the kitchen, stopping when she saw Levi then you standing behind him.

“What happened? You didn’t come home, I was worried.” She put on the sweet little act and that had made him tense up a bit, another laugh leaving his lips.

“We need to sit down and talk first.” He gestures towards the kitchen table, leading you to it and you sat beside him.

You did not want to be here right now, you felt completely awkward at the fact you were a third wheel.. kinda like a side chick while he yells at his girlfriend for cheating. It wasn’t the most romantic situation.

“About what?” She spoke, her eyes had moved to look at you and she was genuinely confused as to why you were even here.

“Kinda over playing dumb, Petra. Who did you sleep with last night?” He abruptly said, making your eyes go wide and you tried to look at anything other than them two.

“Wait.. what?”

“I said I’m over playing dumb, who the fuck was in my bed with you last night?” He asked again, leaning towards the table as he rested his arms on it, the look of amusement on his face.

“Nobody? I was here alone.”

“Yeah, right and I wasn’t deep in Y/N’s guts just an hour ago either huh?”

The way your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, glaring over at Levi and Petra had glared at you. Suddenly the tension grew thicker and you were very close to getting up and walking out of here. You didn’t sign up for this mess.

“I came here last night, clothes everywhere and noises coming from the room. You’re telling me that was just you?” He laughed at the stupid excuse, her eyes looking at him and suddenly the realization had hit her.

“Oh.” She simply said, her eyes now full of sadness but he didn’t feel sorry for her- he felt nothing.

“I want you and your shit out of here, unless you want to be here while I rail her a third time.” He gestured to you beside him and you slapped his arm.

“Levi,” You warned but he was having fun with this, fun humiliating her and watching her put on this guilty act as if she regretted what she did.

“I’m sorry- just please, hear me out.”

“I’m sick of hearing you out, our relationship has been dead for months and now I want you gone, Petra. It’s over, done, never happening again. Get the fuck out of here with the bullshit apologies and tears and go to that guys doorstep you were just fucking in my bed!” His blood boiled at the sight of her tears, she wasn’t sorry, she didn’t feel bad while she was laid up with someone else and he wasn’t sorry for being harsh to her or sleeping with you.

Petra had finally shut her mouth, her eyes looking over at you and you tried not to meet her gaze as she gave you a nasty look, like she was blaming you for everything that is happening right now.

“Well, I’ll get my things.”

“Good, you have twenty minutes to get it and leave.”

Levi crossed his arms over his chest, watching her rise from the table and leave the room to go in the bedroom they once shared together but he just felt sick. He didn’t even want to sleep in that bed again, it was sickening to even think that another man had slept in his spot.

His eyes moved to yours, the look of embarrassment on your face and he sighed as he reached over to caress your cheek.

“Thank you for being here.”

“Yeah, thanks for putting our sex on blast.” You mumbled, making him laugh again and he shook his head while rubbing your cheek.

“Sorry, slipped out.” He said teasingly but you knew he brought it up on purpose, he wasn’t phased by it.

As twenty minutes went by in a heartbeat, Levi had called out for Petra to leave his place. He didn’t care if she wasn’t finished packing, he wanted her gone and she continued to cry as she walked towards the door.

“Levi,” He raised his hand to cut her off, another sarcastic laugh coming out of his mouth.

“Just please leave, I’m not in love with you and I don’t want you.” He said coldly, making her heart break into pieces but she understood, she betrayed him.

She finally walked out of the house while dragging her things. Levi shut the door, his eyes moving to yours as you stood up from the table and cleared your throat at the awkward tension.

He cupped your cheeks, instantly peppering soft kisses on your lips and around your face which made your nose scrunch your as you tried to pull away.

“Now that she’s gone,” He mumbled, his lips landing on top of yours and your face started to heat up.

“We can continue where we left off in the shower.”

“Levi, you’re so humiliating.” You laughed against his mouth, making him pull back and give you a cute genuine smile.

“So? You seem to like it.” He brushed your hair back, leaning down to pick you up with ease and force your legs to wrap around his torso.

You rolled your eyes, leaning down to press your lips back on his and you couldn’t explain why you were like this around Levi. The fact not even five minutes ago his ex lover had left his house in tears and now you were here kissing him endlessly.

He had sat you down on the edge of the kitchen table, his lips dancing with yours and in no time his tongue was inside of your mouth before he had pulled back to fully look at you again.

His fingers combing through your hair, giving you a small smile and he had tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling your face closer to pepper a few kisses around your face.

“I hope you know that you’re mine now.” He had mumbled quietly, making your eyes move down to his while hooking your arms loosely around his neck.

“Oh yeah? Since when.”

“Since today.”

“Are you trying to ask me out in a special Levi way?”

“Yes,” He said almost breathless, his eyes sparkled and stared deep into yours like he was trying to read your thoughts.

The longer you stayed quiet, the more he started to panic. Did he say something wrong? Were you going to say no?

You laughed as his face got all flustered, making his eyebrows furrow and give you a playful dirty look, you were teasing him.

“Is that a yes then?” He asked again, leaning forward between your legs as you sat there watching him lick his lips, waiting for your answer.

“Yes, Levi.” You mumbled, bringing your small hand up to his face and cupped one of his cheeks.

Your heart had swelled up, full of love and happiness and the way he smiled at you in a way he’s never done before- it made you believe he felt the exact same way.

Soon his lips were back on yours, this time he was a bit more rough with it but it still had a lot of passion behind it, making your body almost rock backwards onto the table but you held onto his body to keep you up.

Levi wasted no time to pepper kisses down your neck, not bothering to leave anymore love bites considering you had enough from yesterday underneath your shirt. He smirked to himself just by the thought of it as he placed a hand on your chest and pushed you down on the table.

“This one is about you, baby.” He said in a low tone, his hands grabbing onto your pants and yanked them down your legs in an instant.

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as he stared down at your half naked body with admiration, it made your cheeks heat up the more he was staring down at you.

The soft touches of his hands had tickled your skin as he trailed them down to your thighs, spreading them apart in front of him and he chewed down on his lower lip, trying to hold himself back from completely devouring you instantly.

His fingertips hooked underneath the waistband of your underwear, teasingly dragging it down your legs and tossed it behind him in one swift movemnt, his eyes meeting your gaze and the lustful look he had given you made your core throb.

Just by sleeping with him twice, he already knew what turned you on in seconds and what edged you on more. It wasn’t hard for him to find your soft spots or pleasure you continuously, it was like he was an expert on your body already.

As your eyes stayed on him, he dipped his head down and placed gentle kisses on your inner thighs, even playfully biting down on your skin hard enough to leave a mark but also send a breathless gasp to leave your lips.

Levi laughed to himself, bringing his two fingers up and ran them through your slick folds, the coldness of his fingers made you shiver slightly and gave you the urge to close your legs but he kept them spread with his other hand, his eyes burning into you as he watched your pleasured facial expressions.

He finally took it upon him to latch his mouth where you needed him most, not hesitating to roam his tongue around all while his two fingers had teased at your entrance, making you throw your head back on the table and grabbed a hold of his hair.

His tongue had worked on your clit, flicking at it and wrapping his mouth around it to softly suck on the bundle of nerves, making you almost squirm uncontrollably underneath him.

The way you gripped his hair tightly had made him continue his fast movements, thrusting his fingers inside of you and pumping them in and out at a even pace.

“Levi,” His name had slipped out of your mouth in a long moan, your legs clinging around his head while your eyes fluttered shut.

He had pulled his mouth back, feeling the salvia mixed with your juices dripping down his chin as he licked his lips. He continued thrusting his fingers, using his other hard to rub circular motions on your clit.

“Thats right, say my name.” He praised you, making your heart pound in your chest as your breathing got heavy.

His fingers twisted and curved up against your halls, instantly hitting your spot that sent a much louder noise to fall from your lips which fed on his ego, the confidence rising as he watched how much pleasure you were in with just his fingers.

He couldn’t help himself, the way his mouth drooled at the sight of you like this in front of him- he might just cum inside his pants with you like this. It made him crazy.

He latched his mouth back on your dripping core, running his tongue around the hole his fingers were plunging in, the taste of you had made him weak which only made him quicken his pace, wanting your cum on his tongue.

The continuous moans that had slipped out, your legs almost shaking as you felt the familiar knock in your stomach, making you clench around his fingers. He knew just by that you were close, licking up to your clit and spent his time sucking and nibbling down on it gently while his fingers did most of the work.

“I’m gonna-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before the pleasure had washed over you, making your eyes squeeze shut and your back arching off the table.

He moved his fingers just to replace them with his tongue, tasting every drop of you and collecting it as he savored the taste and hummed against you which made you shudder under him.

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with his thumb and licking the remaining cum off that as well before he leaned over you, reaching his fingers towards your mouth and you parted your lips. Levi had put his two fingers in your mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around them as you tasted yourself.

“My good girl.” He mumbled, removing his fingers and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

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Pls if there’s spelling errors, I’m so sorry I don’t feel like reading it over dhdhdhd

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aizawas-dryeye · 3 years

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➭kiss me more (eren jaeger)**

content: afab reader but no pronouns mentions, descriptions of genitalia, oral (reader receiving), fingering, switch!eren but not really(?), eren calls reader master, modern au

words: 1.9k

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

eren always finds a way to get between your legs, especially at the most inconvenient times

ive been seeing a lot of hardcore eren smut recently (and i love it dont get me wrong yall are doin the lords work) but i need me some soft, modern au, boyfie eren to cleanse my palette and also i jus miss gettin my puthy ate

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It's been a pleasantly slow day today. With summer starting to roll around, you finally have more time to yourself, and today you want nothing more than to spend it in bed, catching up on your favorite book. You manage to get a good amount of chapters in before you hear your bedroom door open and close, not for the first time today.

You don't even bother sparing Eren a glance as your eyes dart across the pages in anticipation for what's to come next. The mattress dips as he joins you on the bed, and a soft pressure on your left thigh has you peering over your book in exasperation. Eren's jade eyes hold a devious glint as he stares up at you from where his head is laying.

"Whatcha readin'?" he asks, his nonchalant tone masking his impure intentions— or so he thought. This is the third time he's tried to pull you from your book, and while it's slowly working at your nerves, you'd be lying if you said his desperation wasn't at least a little entertaining.

You turn your eyes back to the pages, and give his side a little nudge with your foot, a weak attempt to push him away. "The same book I've been reading since the last time you asked me," you grumble. "Now, shoo. I know what you're after, Jaeger, and it won't work. Not this time."

Eren feigns a hurt expression, and rubs his stubbly cheek against your skin in retaliation, laughing when you squeal. "I got no idea what you're talking about," he says, but his wicked grin tells a different story. "I just wanna cuddle my baby. Don't be a pervert."

You give a doubtful hum, and try to resume your book, but Eren's hands slowly creep across your thighs, just rubbing and massaging the skin as he goes. He gives your inner thigh a kiss, and once again, you peer over your book to glare at him.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm not doing anything," he grins. God, he looks so fucking smug right now, and a small part of you wants to wipe that look off his face. But a bigger part of you reminds you to maintain your cool. You refuse to be the one to break first when he's the one who started this whole thing.

Slowly, Eren's kisses turn into tiny nips and bites. He's trying to rile you up, and he knows exactly how to do it, the fucking menace. That's just fine, because you have a few tricks up your sleeve as well.

Before Eren's wandering lips and teeth can get any closer to your sweet spots, you shove him away with your foot. "Later, Ren," you huff, turning a page without even looking at him. You don't need to see his expression to know his jaw has set. Eren isn't the most patient man on earth, and while it can be a curse, it's also a blessing in disguise.

Eren easily catches your ankle, giving a dark chuckle at your defiance. "Can't wait till later, baby," he says, voice laced with impatience and lust. "Need to taste you now. I know you want it too, I could feel those legs of yours shake when I kissed them."

"Huh, and you call me the desperate one," you say under your breath, not fully meaning for him to hear.

Eren sits back on his haunches and continues working your skin under his strong hands, like he's warming you up. "I know I'm desperate, and I'll admit it a thousand times if it gets you to break."

The grin in his voice makes you roll your eyes as you lick a finger to turn another page with ease. "I don't break that easily, Jaeger."

"No? Not even if I say please?" he asks, voice bordering on teasing. He puts on his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to lure you into his trap, but it's overshadowed by his smug expression because he knows you know he's scheming. You shake your head at him, though you're anxious as to what he has planned. He gives a long hum in faux thought. "Not even if I say please... master?"

Now that gets you to look up at him, your eyes no doubt widening in disbelief. Very rarely does Eren ever use authoritative titles for you, as he's usually the dominant one in bed, but once in a blue moon, he doesn't mind giving you a taste of power.

You try to remain cool, but your body betrays you as your thighs clench together. Every single thought left your head as soon as Eren uttered those words, and now he's got you right where he wants you. He laughs at your reaction, crawling over your body to make it nearly impossible to try and pick up your book again. "That got your attention, didn't it? You like your man calling you master? I can make you feel even better if you let me."

Eren carefully takes your book and sets it on the nightstand by the bed. You hate how willing your body is to give in, but before you can give it a second thought, Eren's lips are on yours. His kiss is desperate and needy, and it makes your eyes flutter closed almost immediately. His taste and smell invades your senses until you've all but forgotten your book, or your annoyance with him. Your hands snake around his neck to tug him closer, wandering fingers tangling in the baby hairs left over from his bun. He chuckles into the kiss when you let out a soft moan.

He nudges at your jawline with his nose so you bare your neck to him. He lets his teeth graze gently over the skin until he's right over your sweet spot, and bites down just hard enough to make your stomach flip. It's embarrassing just how loud you moan for him, bowing your body outward to feel more of his touch.

"Please," you beg, as quietly as possible. How did he turn this into you begging for him?

Eren just barely resists the urge to bite down harder with a snarl, knowing how cutely you'd cry for him. "There it is," he drawls. He always knows just how to manipulate your body into letting go, has it down to a science; he's always going to be in control, and it makes your head spin.

He kisses at the teeth marks in your skin and slowly makes his way down farther. "There's my cute, little master. You always beg so pretty, baby. And I'd be so mean to deny you what you want, right?"

The teasing— almost condescending— pout in his voice makes you feel incredibly small, all the while sending pleasantly warm tingles down your spine. It makes you shake underneath his lips as they continue their path down to your collarbones.

Eren gives the delicate skin a playful nip just to be a dick, causing you to yelp in surprise. Before you could reprimand him for his behavior, he's already moving on, and situating himself between your trembling thighs, putting himself in the same position he started this whole ordeal with. His hands go back to squeezing and rubbing your skin— as if by instinct— as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

"Y'gonna let me get a taste now, baby?" he asks, slowly pulling down your sleep pants. His eyes nearly sparkle when he's met with your bare core.

You nod immediately and shift your hips below him, finally giving him what he wants. There's no point in even pretending to deny him anymore. "Yeah. Need it Ren," you tell him through a shaky breath.

Eren grins up at you, finally getting what he wants, and throws your legs over his broad shoulders. "Bout fuckin' time," he growls, all but burying his tongue in your slick hole; he moans at the taste. "Can't believe my master was gonna keep this twitching thing all to themself. Greedy little master." His sinful tongue easily matches the filth pouring from his lips as he gets to work on tongue fucking your cunt.

Your hands go to grip his hair to ground yourself, but Eren is quicker. He pins your wrists against your lower tummy without even sparing you a glance. He can no doubt feel the way all of your muscles tense and relax when he sucks your clit into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it again and again until you're whimpering. You can't see, but his emerald eyes are glazed over with lust, hooded and content as he eagerly tastes you in full.

"E-Eren! Slow down!" you pant, back arching off the mattress when he buries his tongue into your clenching hole. You feel him chuckle against your lips, the vibrations of it running up through your body and adding to the already toe-curling pleasure he's dealing you.

Slowly, Eren laves his tongue from your hole to your clit before pulling away, a string of spit and arousal keeping the two of you connected. "Slow down?" he pouts, massaging your throbbing clit lazily with his thumb just to keep you stimulated. "But I wanna make my master cum."

The way he effortlessly stuffs two of his fingers into your slick hole steals the air from your lungs. Eren immediately crooks his fingers and bumps against the spot that makes your vision blur, a loud whine echoing throughout your bedroom. Your whole body is writhing beneath him, getting dangerously close to cumming just how he wants.

Eren releases your hands to pin your hips down so you can't run away when he sucks your clit back into his mouth. Your hands immediately grip his hair and tug hard, making him moan against your sex.

"Fuck, fuck Ren! E-Eren, I’m so close, please!”

Eren lets out an almost animalistic sound at your desperate voice. His fingers quicken their pace, despite how tired his arm has already become. He doesn’t let up until he feels your insides clench around him. “That’s it, honey,” he moans. “Cum for me, master.”

He lets you pull his head back between your thighs and then you’re cumming. All over his face and fingers, and the bedsheets beneath you. Eren makes sure to work you through it, slowing his fingers down until you stop trembling and crying. He makes a show of pulling his fingers out— you cringe at the embarrassing squelching sound that follows— and sucking them clean.

“Y-you’re such a perv,” you say, meaning for your words to have some bite, but your breathy, fucked out voice makes Eren smile instead.

“Guess that makes you a perv too. Seemed like you really enjoyed your pervy boyfriend eating your pussy though,” he says, smug as ever, thumbing at the corner of his mouth to wipe away any excess slick. You have half a mind to kick him, but your orgasm wore you out more than you expected it would, so you roll your eyes instead.

“Whatever. Come cuddle me.”

Eren is quick to climb back up your body and kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but cant find it in you to care. All you want to do is spend the rest of your day in bed, napping and snuggling with your boyfriend.

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milazka · 3 years

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someone said they left together |𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝.

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warnings: sex, swearing, choking, underrage drinking, little age gap.

last thought: sorry for the delay! i had to finish all my exams before starting this and i had the white page syndrom for a few days, but now i’m back! i hope you will like it! love, milz.

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The warm weather of September had recently given way to the raining days of October. It has always been her least favorite month; first, she was forced to remain confined to the four walls of her home. Second, she hated halloween and everything that came with it. Third, her father always spent most of his time in the hospital due to limited staff resources or locked in his office with his patients files. Rain flowing down her window accompanied by Sweater Weather echoing in her dimly lit room only makes her boredom worse. She misses the summer evenings working on Marcus' motorcycle or staying up until the early hours of the morning, drinking cheap wine on the roof of her house.

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

A shiver runs down her spine at the words. It’s been more than a week since his perfectly shaped face was buried between her shaking thighs; she can still remember exactly how his big paw-like hands gripping her thighs felt. Her face heats up and flush at the thought of being in that position with him again. It had been more than a year since she had orgasmed this hard with a man.

Realising her father will most likely be stuck in his office for the whole evening, she slips on her favorite oversized flannel over her black hoodie and grabs the camera on her desk before walking down the hardwood stairs.

"I'm going to be at Marcus'!" she shouts to his dad who looks at a white sheet of paper, eyebrows furrowed. "Just text me if you're leaving for the hospital so I know you need me to come back and take care of Brady," she pets the little dog on the head before closing the door behind her.

The droplets of rain glide along her face despite her hood pulled back over her head. As soon as she reaches Marcus’ bedroom window, she can’t help but laugh at his awkward position; he is laying on his bed, his head upside down in the void.

“Are you drunk, stoned, or just stupid?” she looks amused, a smile slipping on her lips as she stands in front of him, taking a picture of him with her disposable camera.

“All of them,” he smiles clumsily, patting the mattress on his left to encourage her to lay down by his side. Upside down like him, she feels the blood flowing to her head, making her feel a bit lightheaded.

“Why don’t we join Max and the others downstairs?” she suggests, sitting at the end of his bed, feeling the blood leave her head. “We have nothing else to do and you already smoked the last blunt without me,” she emphasizes the fact that he didn't wait for her, which amuses him.

“Alright, let me change and I'll meet you downstairs,” he sighs; he knows that she gets along with her twin and her friends more than him.

The multicolored lights flash to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes take a few moments to get used to the intense lighting while she pours some vodka and orange juice in a red solo cup.

“Hey pretty girl, would you pour me one of those?” this voice, she could recognize it among hundreds. She turns around instantly, meeting two ocean irises and a smile that awakens millions of butterflies in her tummy.

“Harry!” she smiles, slipping her arms around his neck, burying her nose in the crook of his neck while his hands grab her hips firmly. The familiar fragrance of Giorgio Armani tickles her senses, bringing back memories from two years ago. “I thought you were still in Indiana?” she says, pulling back from the hug to face him.

God, she missed those blue eyes and perfect blond hair.

“I’m just visiting my family for the week,” his hands lightly squeeze her hips like he used to do, making her weak in the knees. “Jordan told me Maxine was having a little get together and I had nothing better to do,“ he laughs, deliberately omitting to say that he was hoping to run into her.

“I missed you,” she admits, her thumb caressing his cheek.

“I missed you too, pretty girl,” he kisses the palm of her hand, making her blush and lose the last ounce of self control that she had left.

He was her first.

Her first kiss.

Her first date.

Her first 'i love you'

Her first time.

Her first heartbreak.

It’s probably the emotion of the moment mixed with the alcohol flowing in her veins, but her eyes get lost in his and their lips collide in a fiery kiss. She can taste the last bit of beer on his lips when she bites his bottom lip, stealing a grunt from him that makes her core throb in desire. Both of his hands cup her face as his tongue slips into her mouth to move in sync with hers.

“Take me to your place,” she whimpers against his lips, pulling on his belt so that their crotches collide.

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“Have you seen Charlie?” Marcus asks Abby as he pours himself a drink.

“Last time I saw her, she was with Harry,” she answers, grabbing a few cans of beer in her hands.

His heart tightens at the mention of this name. Harry was Charlie's first boyfriend and her first heartbreak. Marcus clearly remembers the day he picked her up in crumbs after they decided to break up because Harry was going to Indiana to play quarterback for the University of Notre Dame. Marcus never really liked him; Harry had always had a reputation for sleeping with girls and wasn't the type to have girlfriends. It surprised everyone in school the day he arrived hand in hand with Charlie. She was the first girl to win his heart. Six years younger than him, she had him wrapped around her finger for two years.

“Do you know where they are?” he tries to look unaffected by the whole thing.

“Someone said they left together,” Brodie shrugs, taking a sip of his beer, not noticing the way Marcus' face drops.

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As soon as they reach Harry’s room, his lips meet hers while he waste no time to sit her on his old school desk. Her fingers lace across his hips, pulling him close to get the friction she is desperate for. Her hands find their place at the back of his neck while he grabs the bottom of her black hoodie, peeling it off her body in no time and does the same thing with her jeans. Charlie starts to grind on his crotch, moaning silently at the feeling of his hard on.

“Fuck… you’re…so hot...” his jaw goes sharp in hunger as he takes a look at her perfect boobs squeezed in a forest green lace bra. She almost rips his shirt off when she pulls the black clothing from him, biting her bottom at the sight of his toned chest. His lips are reddened and swollen from the kiss, hair messy like she loves. Her hands roam his chest, feeling his abs tense under her touch. She squeeze her legs around his hips, sending him a clear message of her intentions.

“Eager, ma’am?” he teases her, slowly unzipping his belt until his erection is only contained in his briefs. He presses his hard on against her core, rubbing himself up and down. The whimpers leaving Charlie’s parted lips are like music to his ears as his lips suck the sensitive skin of her neck. “Fuck, I’ve missed this…” she moans, tugging at the roots of his hair while his mouth works wonder on her neck.

In one harsh motion, he lays her down on his bed, hovering above her until his lips crash against hers. His hand slides down into her underwear, running two of his fingers up her slit. She groans when his fingers graze her clit, slowly circling the bundle of nerves.

“Please… I want you,” she begs, her hands grabbing his biceps.

“Say it again,” he demands, applying more pressure on her clit until she starts to squirm under him.

“I want you,” she cries out. “I fucking need you.”

Charlie’s legs spread open on either side of him, he grabs the lace underwear off her body, lifting her legs up in the air as he slides the material off her ankles. Completely naked on his bed, she remembers the first time they did it, how safe she felt with him. She blushes when she notices the way he bites his bottom lips as his gaze travels down her body. He pulls out a silver square foil from his jeans pocket, ripping the corner open.

“You sure about this?” he asks one last time in all seriousness. She nods quickly, lifting herself on her elbows to kiss his plump lips. A smirk curves up his face as he wraps one of her thighs around his waist and throws the other over his shoulder, kissing the ankle bone next to his head. He takes his tip, running it up and down her slit in tease. Holding himself in place, he slowly push his hips forward, a whimper escaping the back of her throat at the so desired feeling. He lets out a heavy exhale when his hips meet the back of her thighs.

“Fuck Charlz...you feel so good,” he cusses in pleasure.

He slowly pulls back and rolls forward, letting her get adjusted to him. She feels lightheaded; she missed this feeling of fulfillment that he had always given her and the way he can be gentle and rough with her at the same time.

“Harry...fuck, harder…” she moans, eager for him to rock his body into hers. He immediately picks up speed, sending a wave of warmth pleasure in her lower stomach. Trembling whines leave her parted lips as he rolls his hips in a perfect rhythm. He had always known what angles and speed felt good for her, he loved to watch her lose control under his touch. Her stomach starts to spin, the familiar warm feeling starting to grow in her lower abdomen.

“Shit, right there!” she cries out, her nails digging into his skin.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he encourages her, squeezing her hips firmly to the point of leaving a dark red mark. She hums, eyes shut under the pleasure. His hands slide further up her body, meeting her throat where he wraps both hands. The pornographic moan that escapes her lips when he applies pressure around her throat makes his dick twitch.

“You missed being choke, didn’t you?” he whispers darkly, rocking his hips harder to hit the right spot. She whines in response, clenching around him as his grip on her becomes tighter. He crashes his lips on hers, kissing her without slowing down his pace. She digs her hands into his hair, yanking it hard. He moans into the kiss, his hand around her throat tightening.

“You still like it when I pull your hair?” she says in a cocky way, pulling his blond locks harder. She knows he likes to be in control. He grunts into the top of her shoulders, rocking his body roughly into her. He brings his thumb in her mouth, lubricating it with her own saliva before bringing it between their bodies. She gasps at the sudden feeling on her sensitive nerves, whining as he starts to circle it with the pad of his thumb. It doesn’t take long for her to start feeling the familiar feeling of her orgasm. Her jaw drops as she feels the wave of bliss rolling up her body.

“Oh shit!” she screams, her core pulsating around him and her head getting filled with hot air.

“Give it to me, pretty girl,” his raspy voice sends her over the edge and he soon follows, thrusting fast into her as they both ride out their orgasm. His forehead crashes to her chest in total exhaustion, heavy breath leaving his parted lips. They both catch their breath, his hands engulfing her sides. He slowly pulls up and locks his eyes into hers.

“I’ve really missed you, pretty girl.”

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