#smut tw

[bajisbabe]

[a/n]: this post has been giving me so much trouble, it’s not even funny. winter fic exchange with @. so here it is, unformatted. :)

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WARNINGS: Fluff, domestic life, plot(?) + smut, established relationship, oral (fem receiving), polite boy!Izuku, aged up!/number 1 pro hero!Izuku, reader can cook, reader and Izuku live together, tiny bit of angst, Izuku calls reader “baby,” reader referred to as beautiful once, slight bondage (?) using Black Whip, izuku uses quirk during sex kinda. P in V sex, unprotected.

Word Count: 4.2k

Synopsis: Izuku is busy, but never too busy to remind you that he loves you.

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You sat up abruptly, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Glaring into the darkness from your extremely comfortable spot on your shared bed, you muttered out, “Izuku? Is that you?”

It couldn’t have been any later than 5 in the morning. The last lingering bits of dusk before dawn. You couldn’t see much other than his silhouette, and the outline of his hero costume. How his shoulders floated up and down with every ragged breath.

Your lips pursed, brows drawing together. “Are you okay?”

You could make out his faint nod. He sluggishly stripped himself of his clothes, heavy fabric falling to the ground with a thud. He stumbled forward and out of the pile of his clothing, kicking off his signature red boots. He lingered at the edge of the bed for a moment, seemingly watching you. You didn’t quite catch the adoring smile of his, merely complaining up a storm as his heavy body collapsed on top of you.

You made it a point to remind him that muscle weighs a ton and that he had a lot of it. He mumbled a quiet “goodnight, baby” and fell asleep almost immediately. The only thing separating you from his bare skin was the dark green briefs you bought him impulsively on your last trip to the store.

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Izuku came home late the next night, being just awake enough to eat the leftovers you had in the fridge for dinner. Since you had yet to go to bed, you joined him in the dining room and watched him eat. He scarfed it down, gulping mouthfuls of water in between big bites.

He told you to tell him about your day and listened eagerly when you did, nodding and replying when appropriate. You tried to ask him about his, only to realize that he had finished his plate and had started to drift off while sitting up.

You shook your head and chuckled some before standing and patting him on the back, eagering him up and out of his seat and to the bathroom. You helped him out of his clothes, and he helped you out of yours. The two of you bathed together. At one point, you sat behind him on the edge of the tub, washing his back and trying to ignore the large amount of soot on his right shoulder—he had some kind of run-in with fire. Not to mention a new scar you had never seen before appeared on his left side.

You rinsed his skin and moved on to his hair, lathering up shampoo in those soft, green curls of his. He sang your praise, telling you that your hands felt so good in his hair.

Because of that combined with his sinking, heavy eyelids, you found it in you to bite your tongue and say nothing. Rather opting to guide him to bed so that you both could sleep.

But you didn’t sleep much that night, insisting on turning to face him even though he much preferred spooning you. It wasn’t like he could put up a fight, he practically fell asleep the second you wiggled out of his arms, his thick fingers still reaching out for you even in his stupor. You watched his face for hours, noting the little flickers of his lashes, the crease in his brow, the blooming color in his cheeks, the quiet breathing from his open lips.

Your hand came up once or twice to brush away any stray hair that had fallen onto his forehead. You had known Izuku long enough to know that he got rather hot when he slept, sometimes even sweating, but he never complained when the both of you cuddled up under the heavy comforter. Never did he move away, or try for a new position once you got comfortable. Not even once.

For some reason, the thought makes you sad. You think of how selfless Izuku is, how kind he is, how he always puts others before himself. How he ultimately always puts himself in danger because of it.

And the thought makes you want to cry.

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“Izuku,” you say, rushing to the front door to stop him in his path. He immediately halts, eyes flickering in your direction, brows raising. “Can we talk?”

He opens his mouth as if to tell you that he has somewhere to be—which he does. You know this because he always goes to work around the same time everyday. 8 AM, on the dot. Sometimes as early as 6 or 7, sometimes long before you even get up. But he shuts his mouth, nodding and holding out his hand for you to take. You do, allowing him to guide you to the couch.

You sit right next to him, only allowing a small space so that you can both turn to each other. You take a moment to steel yourself, knowing that what you’re about to ask of him is beyond selfish, and knowing that this might be the first time he’ll ever tell you no.

You stay quiet for a beat too long, relishing in the caress of his thumb across the back of your hand. A soothing technique he’s developed solely for you over the course of the last couple of years. “Are you alright?”

You get the urge to cry again, but you don’t. Your head drops so that you can stare at your lap, now unable to make eye contact.

“Baby,” he asks, a hint of panic in his voice. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His hands come up to cup your face, calloused palms feeling warm against your skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, biting your lip.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” He murmurs, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. “I’ll listen.”

“I know.” You sigh, pulling at his wrists and turning your head to break the touch. You look back for a second, only to find a rather heartbroken expression on his face.

“What?” He asks quietly. “What’s wrong?”

You take a breath, suddenly feeling trapped. You need to say it. You need to say something. He should be on his way to patrol right now, and here you are, taking up his precious time. You should hurry up and say what you have to say so that he can go.

But I don’t want him to go. You think.

“Izuku,” you say.

He meets your eyes, brows furrowing at the emotion he can’t quite decipher in them.

“Izuku, I want you to quit being a hero.”

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After saying such a thing, you seemingly snapped out of your trance and immediately took back your words. Izuku tried to ask you what you meant, and begged you to just talk to him. But you stood up and walked to the front door, knowing that he’d follow you—like he always does.

You told him to have a good day at work, and shrugged him away when he attempted to grab your arms. Scurrying off to your shared bedroom, you closed and locked the door behind you. You heard the knob turn some, then a small knock at the door. Izuku called your name, “Open the door.”

You didn’t, telling him again to have a good day at work. A lingering silence followed.

“Please.” He said. “Can you please open the door?”

You faltered for a moment, fingers aching to turn the knob and let him in. But still, you didn’t.

Izuku hesitated to leave, but ultimately had no other choice when he received a call from one of his colleagues, telling him to “get his shitty ass down here.”

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Izuku came home early that night, far too early, in fact. Early enough for your dinner to still be hot—which hasn’t happened in months. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, watching Izuku sitting before you.

He ate slowly, complementing your cooking. Only taking a couple swigs of his drink every now and then. He seemed so unlike himself from a night ago. Making small talk, which you responded to in small phrases or single words.

He finished his dinner, wiping his mouth with a napkin. You met eyes. “This morning”—you cringed—“when you told me that you wanted me to quit, you meant it, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t speak, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. So you mustered up enough strength to nod. It’s not so much that you wanted him to quit as you know that being a hero was his biggest dream growing up—you could never deny him that. But it’s more so that you want him to be safe. You can’t say that though as it seems your mouth refuses to open.

“I knew it.” He doesn’t say it bitterly, or even matter-of-factly. It’s soft, breathy. He stays quiet for a beat. “Do you miss me?”

You frown. “It’s more than that, Izuku.”

“I know.” He says. “I’m not really home for dinner, not here when you shower, or go to bed. Not here when you wake up or go to work. Not really here in general—”

“It’s not that.” You say, frown deepening.

“Then what is it?” You hate how he speaks to you. Not stiffly or angrily. It’s all too kind, too understanding. Too compassionate and empathetic.

“It’s—” you meet his eyes again, breath taken away by how sincere of a look he’s giving you. You can’t help but be honest then. “I’m scared.”

“Scared?” He asks, brows furrowing. “Of what? Or… who?” He scratches his cheek, trying to think of what he couldn’t protect you from—which is practically nothing, considering he’s the number 1 pro hero. Not to mention, you yourself were pretty well-versed in combat. To this day, you could probably toss Izuku on his ass if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t think of anything that would scare you.

“Nothing.” You say. “No one. I’m scared… I’m scared of—” why can’t you bring yourself to say it?

He doesn’t say anything, allowing you to gather your thoughts and conjure up something to say.

“I’m scared of you—”

“Of me?”

“No!” You whine. “I’m scared of you getting hurt, alright?”

“Oh,” he murmurs. He mulls over your words for a moment. He isn’t quite sure what to say. “Well… I haven’t gotten hurt yet.”

“First of all, that’s a lie.” You sigh heavily, wanting to point out the new scar he was sporting the other day, but you choose not to. “And second—Izuku, that’s not the point.”

“I know,” he repeats quietly.

“You’re not invincible.”

“I know—”

“If you say ‘I know’ one more time—”

“I’m sorry.”

You frown, clutching your fork rather tightly. You can do nothing but sit and stare. You don’t know what to say. Your grip tightens to the point that it begins to hurt.

Izuku looks over at your hand, stands, and gently pries the utensil out of your fingers. He smooths his thumb over your reddening palm. Using both hands, he pushes and pulls the skin as though it’ll make the indent stretch and disappear. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he kisses your palm gently. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “Really, I am.”

One kiss turns into two, then two into three. He gradually moves his lips down to kiss your wrist and brings your hand to cup his face. He nuzzles his cheek into your palm and sighs contentedly.

“I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

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“You miss me?” Izuku says, tossing his bag down onto the floor. He kicks off his boots unceremoniously and quickly climbs into bed with you, still clad in his jacket and sweats. His cheeks are a bit rosy from the chill outside.

You roll your eyes and continue to read your book as he wraps his arms around your waist, his cheek resting near your belly.

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming with love. “Baby,” it’s whiny and teasing. “Look at me.”

You glance at him over the top of your book, seemingly unamused. Using his pointer finger, he pushes the book down gently to reveal your face to him. Smiling stupidly, he takes your chin and pulls you down some until your lips meet.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He says.

You set your book down with a huff. “I’m not mad!”

“Are so,” he says, turning over to lay his head flat. “You do that foot tapping thing when you’re mad.”

“I’m not”—you look down to see that your right foot is in fact tapping subtly against the sheet. “That doesn’t mean I’m mad.” You say heatedly.

“Whatever you say, baby.” He glances your way, lips tugging up at the sight of your frown. You’re adorable.

He lets the silence eat away at you, knowing you’ll fess up if he just lets you simmer for a bit. “You came home early!”

“What?” He says, sitting up so that he can see you face-to-face. His left eyebrow raises. “You’re mad because I came home early?”

“No!” You say, taking a moment to watch your tone as you realize how mean you sound. “No. It’s just”—you sigh, closing your eyes. “If you had told me you were going to be home, I could’ve…”

“Could’ve what?” now you’ve really got his attention.

“Could’ve… I don’t know”—you sigh again, feeling frustrated. Every time you see him, it’s like your tongue begins to twist—“I could’ve done something for you. Like, made you lunch or something. Or we could’ve gone out. I don’t know.”

“Awh, baby.” He coos, that insistent smile returns. He grabs your arms, rubbing his large hands up and down them in a comforting manner. “It’s not too late, we still have time.”

“No,” you say sullenly. “It should have been a surprise.”

“Why?” He asks dumbly. Sometimes he really doesn’t understand you. Hardly ever, but when he doesn’t, he really doesn’t.

“I don’t know,” you repeat, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess I wanted to make you feel special.”

He pauses, his cheeks reddening. He dips his head so that you don’t catch the blush blooming on his face. “It’s alright, I don’t need a surprise to feel special, baby.” His hands speed up, a nervous impulse that gives away his sudden shyness.

You turn to look at him, head tilting as you find that he has ducked his head. You can’t quite see his face. “Izuku?” You ask. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” He says a bit too quickly.

You hum in question, peering closer. “Are you blushing?”

“What?” He sputters. “No!”

“You are!” You say, excitedly. “Oh my god!”

“No,” he groans, cupping his own face in an attempt to cover it up.

He lets you laugh and tease all you want, fighting back another smile until you finally sober up. “Izuku,” you say, drawing his attention.

His eyes shine innocently. “Yeah?”

“What can I do for you?” You ask. “To make you feel special, I mean.”

He ponders on it for a bit, but not long. “Nothing.” He pauses for another beat before saying, “I already feel special when I’m with you. There’s nothing I want you to do for me.”

Although your heart swoons at his words, you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Was there really nothing you could do for him?

“You sure?” You are looking in his eyes when you notice them darken subtly. Had you not been looking, you wouldn’t have caught it.

“Well,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to the sheets. “Could you let me—wou—would you let me… Never mind.”

“What? No!” You scoot closer to him, grabbing his hands and pulling them to you. “Tell me, tell me!”

“Well, uh,” he looks up at the ceiling, suddenly unable to make eye contact. “Well, uhm, would you let me… Would you, maybe…”

“Izuku,” you drop his hand to place your left hand on his shoulder, your right hand still holding one of his. “You can say anything, seriously.”

“Okay,” he sighs, looking unsure. “Uhm, what I’m trying to say is… Could I maybe eatyouout?”

You blink. “What?”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Because Izuku is always so busy on patrol, it’s been a minute since he’s given oral. You still get intimate every now and then, but you hardly have time for foreplay. You never ask because you know he’s busy and feel that it’s selfish of you to do so.

Little do you know, he’s been craving it but holding back because you haven’t asked for it.

“Oh,” you say. “Well, if that’s all”—you slip off your shorts.

“Oh.” He repeats, mouth agape. He didn’t think it would be this easy. He honestly thought you’d say no, or laugh his request off. He has to stop himself from looking as eager as he feels. “Okay.”

It takes him a second to act, to move. His large, calloused hands smoothing over your inner thighs and spreading your legs. He lets out a hushed curse at the sight in between. He looks up at you, then down, then up, and down again.

“May I?”

You bite your lip, words stuck in your throat as you nod. He doesn’t hesitate any longer, kissing at your clothed clit and licking through the fabric at your hole. He can only handle so much before he hooks his finger on the bridge of your panties and pulls it over to reveal you to him.

“Fuck.” He breathes, shuddering with excitement at the prospect of what’s to come. He sucks at your clit, drawing circles around it with your tongue. His hands cup under your knees, forcing your legs up higher as you tremble beneath him. He can’t help but think of how beautiful you are as he tugs your panties off and tosses them aside. They were only getting in his way.

His tongue delves into your hole, greedily drinking up all you have to offer until you’re begging for mercy. “Izuku, please!”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I know.” He presses a finger in, easing it back and forth as he kisses your clit. Then, a second, speeding up to a punishing pace.

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping harshly, but you know it’s nothing that Izuku can’t take. He twists his fingers, curling them expertly in a way that has you gasping. Adding a third finger to ensure you’ll be stretched enough to take him. Adding a particularly pointed thrust of his fingers, he feels you tighten around them. Pulling away only to suck off your juices obscenely, tongue flicking between his pointer and middle fingers.

“You’re so wet,” his eyes are heavy-lidded, lips wet with your release. He’s staring down, seemingly infatuated with your pussy. “I missed this. I missed you, baby. So much.”

You feel your skin warm, embarrassment setting in. “Shut up.” You grumble, your tone holding no heat. He simply smiles at you, eyes glancing down at himself then back up to you with a more sheepish expression. You look down, finding that there’s an obvious tent in his sweats. One spot in particular seems damp with pre.

You don’t say anything, opening your legs just a bit wider to invite him in. He quickly shucks off his jacket, kicking off his pants, and pulling down his boxers. He eases his way through your legs, his hips bumping your knees and thighs out of the way as he closes in on you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He says quietly, breathily.

You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he leans closer, curving in over you. He presses his throbbing tip to your hole. He slides his tip from your clit to your hole once, twice, making you ache with need. He’s big, moreso in width than in length. But his length is certainly nothing to ignore either. You catch sight of a neat patch of curly green hair—it’s all sticky with pre, looks like he might have come while eating you out—and a smattering of freckles that you can just barely make out right above his pelvis.

“Fuuuck,” he whines, teasing you both as he presses the tip in, then backs out, and presses in again. The stretch of it alone has you squirming. “Think you can handle me?”

It’s one of the very few times Izuku’s teasing sounds a bit too mean. His eyes are dark and his smile seems so smug all of a sudden. He’s only teasing, but you can’t take it. “Hurry, please!”

“Why,” he aligns himself with you. “We’ve got all night, baby.” Then, he thrusts in. He slides it all in in one go, leaving you writhing and panting. You feel him shudder against you, strong thighs pressed up against your ass. His eyes roll back, a hiss blowing through his teeth.

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, speeding up to a rhythmic pace, neither too slow nor too fast. You can hardly keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut in an attempt to drown out the immense pleasure you feel as the curve of his cock stretches you deliciously. He’s strong, every thrust jolting your body and taking your breath. Your toes curl as he hits the rough patch inside of you, hips grinding against you once he realizes.

“That feel good? You like that?”

You can only nod numbly, body tingling. Your hands grasp the sheets beneath you, back arching. His hands slide under your shirt, greedily groping at your breasts as he eases the fabric up and out of the way. He mouths at the skin, relishing in the moan you let out in response. He sucks the plump flesh, squeezing as he slows his thrusts. It’s agonizing.

He tongues at your neck, kissing and sucking, hands still on your breast. Thrusts slow, but still hard enough to shake the bed frame. You wonder how it withstands his power.

“You’re making me feel so special, baby.” He chokes out, voice muffled in the place where your shoulder and neck meet. “Sooo—fucking—special.” He accentuates every word with a thrust.

A hint of light catches your eye, a green and black swirling pattern spiraling over his forearms. Black Whip, you recall vaguely. Hardly able to understand as your brain has turned to mush at the slow strokes of his cock. The whip latches on to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. It doesn’t hurt, only buzzes gently against your skin.

Izuku begins to gasp and sputter against you, lips kissing yours messy and wet. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, lips swollen and red from biting. His hair is even more of a mess than usual and his cheeks are blushing a pretty red. You can see the muscles in his lower abdomen contract, his thighs tensing. He looks so feral, but you aren’t afraid. Even with as much power as Izuku possesses, you know he’d never be a threat to you.

Your belly tightens at the thought, his pelvis rubbing pleasantly your clit when he thrusts in, hips grinding slowly. Your head thrums with pleasure, ears ringing a bit as he groans above you. The coil in your stomach snaps suddenly, your pussy spasming around him. “Oh,” he mumbles hazily, unable to stop himself from coming undone.

His cum fills you, thick and hot, cock pulsing. You throb with pleasure, fingers twisting the sheets until they nearly come up. Colors and shapes dancing behind your eyes, you sink further into the afterglow.

It takes a full minute for him to calm, Black Whip gradually disappearing into his skin as his hands gently release their hold on you. He eases out slowly, evermore careful when you groan at the loss of touch. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Might have overdone it.”

You sit up rather groggily, pushing up on your hands despite Izuku worrying over you and telling you to lay back down and rest. “Don’t be.” You smile at him softly, a hand coming up to cup his face.

His anxious expression melts away as he nuzzles into your palm, intertwining the fingers of your free hand with his. He allows a similar smile to grace his lips, “I’ll start coming home early from now on.” He says.

For a moment, you think he’s joking and laugh quietly. But there’s a certain look of determination in his eyes, one you don’t bother to combat as he explains how he’ll double his work effort in half an amount of hours on patrol so that he’ll have more time to spend with you, even if that means handing over the workload to Bakugo—who he already talked to this about, being sure to include the opinions of his task force too.

“I don’t think he’d mind,” Izuku says softly. “He’s always saying he could do it better.” You both laugh, smiling stupidly at each other. Izuku stands, saying that he’ll get you water and start a bath. You nod, unable to voice just how grateful you are for him. Just before he exits the room, he turns to you. “Oh, I almost forgot! I know you told me to be more careful and—and I am, so…” he stops short when he sees the look of utter adoration you’re giving him. He chuckles, feeling his face warm. “So you don’t have to worry about me, we’ve got a new buddy system and everything. I’ll make sure I come home to your every night. I’ll keep my promise, okay? So don’t worry.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, running off to fetch a new set of sheets for the bed. Even though he can’t hear you, you still speak.

“Okay.”

#izuku smut #izuku x reader smut #tw smut #smut tw #tw unprotected sex #it’s been so long .. i literally don’t know how to do this stuff anymore. how do I tag this :/ #bnha smut #mha smut #izuku midoriya x reader smut #midoriya izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut

[ayakaack]

Malleus x f!reader

Mating (this man is in heat),Rough cause that's all ik to do, my first ever malleus piece 😋 cause im in love with him

Implied breeding

Not proofread 👍

Anyways hope you enjoy 🩷or something

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Malleus has never been a harsh person or exactly rough in bed

But on those times whenever it's "mating season"

Just say bye to any sort of soft sex with him

Smut below here 🤧

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For you it was a regular day going as it usually did you met up with ace to talk about god knows what and you left back to your dorm

Little did you know malleus was watching from a good distance and now that it's that season he's been really jealous of anything/anyone that gets to spend time with you

But you didn't know that you didn't know he was watching and was slowly losing his shit

Over any guy that you talked to

Since malleus was always prepared for this type of stuff and since it came unexpectedly he didn't tell you about anything cause he thought it might be weird

But oh were you in for a surprise when you had decided to visit him

You normally visit him whenever you get the time or almost everyday

So today didn't feel as weird when you visited him and today you wanted to wear one of those nice outfits that mal has given you,maybe thinking it might be a good surprise

So you headed on over to dorm

When you got there you'd normally see someone just chilling in the lounge but you didn't

So you made your way to malleus's room and knocked

But he didn't answer

So you tried the door and you noticed it was open so you went in and in that room was malleus in his bed

Covered in layers of blankets sweating from head to toe

"Malleus! Are you okay? Sick?" You asked

"You shouldn't be here" he said in a raspy voice a bit weaker

"What why?" You asked concerned coming closer to him and sat on the bed not too far from him

"I need you" was all he said back

Before basically jumping on you and kissing you harshly, as you where frozen cause you didn't even realize how fast he was

He started kissing you and trailing down to your neck and started sucking and biting, normally he wasn't harsh at all but he was using his full strength not to rip all your clothes off right now

He asked if you where okay with what's going to happen and then it caught you

Now you had realized that he was in heat or mating season (or whatever)

But you couldn't just leave him like this to suffer and since this might last a while on him

So you gave him your full permission to do whatever he pleases with you, thankfully malleus has some decency<3

So he started to take off your clothes as he did you rapped your legs around his waist

He started to play with you like sucking your tits and he placed one finger in your entrance Which was added on with two more

Cause you didn't realize this man apparently grows in size whenever it's mating time (malleus x3 idk however big u want you get)

So now you already where a moaning mess grabbing on to anything close like a pillow or the sheets

Not to mention the tears that where already streaming down

He continues to play with you until you came on his fingers so he pulled them out and stared licking

So he got down and started eating you out making sure to leave no drop as you muffled your noises with the pillow to not make anyone else hear

As he started massaging your clit with his thumb and the other hand massaging your boobs

He started basically tongue fucking you since his was long af

And so you came in his tongue, tasting your sweat from here he couldn't get enough

So he pulled his tongue out licking off any remainders and started kissing you, you let in already

And he started to put his tip in your tongue

Fucked cunt

Even the feel of his tip made you get shivers everywhere since you already where so sensitive

He slowly inched in you felt the stretch of his big cock since in heat it gets bigger isn't that wonderful

As he was half way in you grapped his horns as a support and he lifted your bottom half for a better reach in

Once he was fully in you where out of breath, shaking and crying and seeing the bulge he couldn't hold back

He slowly started pulling in and out with his pace getting faster as he kept going

You grabbed his horns shoulders anything to keep you up

He was fucking you so harshly :(

You couldn't even feel anything but pleasure

He was basically fucking you into to mattress

As he violently fucked your cunt all you could do is scream and hide them in the pillow

The more you grabbed his horns the more turned on he gets

But even after you came so many times he's yet to cum you started biting him and even after a while you had gone completely brain fucked too only a bit of human decency stayed with you

As you has changed positions so many times

And when he did come in you he didn't hold back he basically filled you to the brim some leaking out but he wouldn't allow that now would he

So he would fuck it back into you <3

Now he was satisfied and how Long where you two going at it, for about a few hours

You had already passed out and he was too intoxicated with you to leave your side

You definitely can't walk for a while

And once you woke up all you felt was sticky all over especially in-between your thighs, malleus has yet to wake so you tried to walk to the bathroom and failed

Thankfully to your beloved Malleus who scents that you moved he woke and helped you clean off

And you know who was waiting for you two outside Malleus's room?

Lilia!

Good luck explaining the noises to him (he knows he just wants to fuck with them)

So as Malleus and You are sat outside, you with a flushed face and Malleus scrambling to say anything

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The end I'm too lazy to continue you gotta convince me.

Thanks for reading ig 👍

This took me about 34 minutes to make

YES I'M GONNA WRITE MORE SOON CAUSE I HAVE FREE TIME :3

(Shout out to school being closed for Christmas)

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[van1llam1lkk]

♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Fawn is Thinking about...

Fem!Reader with a Bunny/Puppy/Kitty Hybrid!

[ CW | Talks of breeding and pregnancy, Kitty is sadistic asshole, and reader deals with their shit, Degradation, praise, Brats, animalistic behaviors, not proofread, biting, Heat cycle, brief mention of periods, overstimulation, might make a full post out of some of these ]

Bunny! Hybrid

Fluffy little bastard. 

Biggest brat, will stomp around if you say no over the stupidest of things. 

Like, No sweetie you can't tear up the new couch I just got, you can't throw plates out the window just because you like watching people getting hit, and no you can't chew on the cables.

Gives you the silent treatment for a couple of minutes, before realizing how much he loves your attention and ends up completely forgetting whatever he was pissy about. 

Depending on the type of rabbit this mf is either tall as hell or tiny. So imagining a 6'0 Flemish Giant rabbit throw the equivalent of a toddlers tantrum because you told him to NOT bite your fingers off is just funny. 

On the topic of biting, this mf bites EVERYTHING including you.

The first week you had him you had to use the lemon trick because everything that was chewable was in fact chewed upon, he'd probably eat insulation if possible

His ears are so... Cute??? Depending on the type of rabbit they can be floppy or straight up but it's adorable on em' anyways, 

I can just imagine ears turning in your direction anytime you catch his attention, pink nose slightly twitching as he watches you in vague interest. 

Steals everything, he probably doesn't even mean to because he just has this attitude of "Everything you have is mine, and everything I have is only mine." So he just subconsciously steals your clothes and what not. 

When he's not being an annoying little shit he's the best cuddler, all that fluff isn't just for the cold. He'll feel like the softest plushie in the world

— NSFW

Oh your first time dealing with a Rabbit in heat was hell, and he was trying so hard not to snap with you around.

He's all but confused why you haven't cracked yet, it's not like keeping Hybrids as pets is considered acceptable anyways. You'd just be fitting out your role if you let him fuck.

Taking the term fucking like bunnies to the max.

Every day, on any surface— you actually probably would be pregnant if not for the fact that you are two different species

I think his favorite position is missionary, not only does he get to watch how you react— Eating up every little emotion but he gets perfect access to your tits

And this may be my barely disguised fetish sneaking in but I feel like he'd be a titty man. A cups, C cups D cups doesn't matter— he just fucking love tits, using any excuse he can to be buried in between them. 

Thinkin' about how sensitive his ears and little fluffy tail becomes, almost Cumming in his pants (or in you) from just the feeling of you tugging on them.

On the days you couldn't too sore n' tired to go another round he resorts to thigh fucking, shaky hands trying so desperately not to accidentally claw into your thighs— Tapered tip grinding against your clit perfectly with each needy thrust

High pitched whines escapes him, his hips mindlessly rutting against you in his chase for pleasure. "Pleasepleaseplease let me fuck you." He pleaded, grinding his cock against your hole— whimpering at the resistance the damp fabric separating you two provided.

"'M sorry for bein such a brat— I'll be such a good bunny f' you." He slurred leaning down and burying his face into your chest. Nibbling and licking the supple skin covering your harden nipples in spit and saliva. "So please please let me in."

Puppy! Hybrid

Oh, baby is so sweet its insane

He's so expressive— Visibly lighting up when you enter the room, all smiles and giggles with his tail wagging aggressively

Fully domesticated boy wife. Cleans the house while your gone, packing you homemade lunch with the cutest little designs, has dinner and a bath prepared by the time your back home

Husky Hybrids are so fucking???? They're loud, they WILL team up on you, and shed every.fucking.where.

Guiltrips you with puppy eyes any time he does something bad, he does it even without the mistake- If he wants extra treats or if he's trying to convince you to stay home a little longer

He accidentally breaks a glass vase? Puppy eyes.

Vet visits are fucking horrible, cause at first he'll be so happy because he thinks you're going to the park, but the moment he realizes you took the wrong turn he's a whining mess

Refused to talk to you for a few days after because he had to wear the cone of shame

— NSFW

I think he'd actually be in more control during heat season, probably waiting for your own mating season to come before acting on any urges

Early on in your relationship he was so confused why you never go through heat. Literally would spend months watching you waiting for it to come just for it to never. And baby boy was so confused.

that was until he did research, pup was so worried about you— Genuinely wondering how your species grew to the size it did when apparently your 'heat' cycle was all year.

Cause how are you supposed to tell who's ready to breed and when??

It didn't take long for him to find out about a magical thing that exists before your period there's this magical thing called ovulation

And now you deal with a doggy who keeps track of everything in your menstruation cycle— in three different calendars + you get sniffed because he's slowly realizing that during ovulation your scent slightly changes

The biggest switch ever, sometimes you'll be riding him into a mattress while he's crying from overstimulation— Begging you to fuck him till he can only shoot out blanks

Or he's fucking you into the mattress, holding your hips firmly against his so he's able to reach and fuck with those spots in you that have you so needy beneath him

When he knotted you for the first time it was a little bit of a surprise— Like you seen the base of his cock swell up before but it was never in you

So the feeling of all that cum being trapped inside, a fat knot just keeping you plugged up was definitely a new and welcomed one

That experience probably unlocked something in him, because after that day he begs to breed you 24/7

He's some level of delusional cause he thinks that if he tries hard enough he can actually get you pregnant

Will spend hours on foreplay, especially if he's the Dom. Will forcefully hold your legs wide open, eagerly lapping and sucking your pussy. Fingers pumpin' in and outta you despite the fact you already came three times earlier

Thinking about a tall 6'3 doberman melting at the simplest of your touch— Crying and begging for your attention to be directed to the twitching dick in his pants

Or a tiny 5'2 Chihuahua somehow tying you up, and has your legs spread, arms behind your back, overstimulated as all hell because of the dildo squirming and vibrating inside of you— A cute pastel pink vibrator taped down to your sensitive, overwhelmed clit

Just so many possibilities...

The loving yet lust hazed eyes looking down on you almost made you wanna forgive him, but that thought is thrown out the window when you remember it was those same pretty eyes that put you in this situation— Pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled up with something anything. "You're so pretty— Can you cum like that f' me one more time?" He asked, but by the way his eyes flickered down to your twitching cunt you doubt he' cares for an actual answer

Not that you can form any, mind too stupid and fucked out to fully register the weight behind his words. More focused on the way his thumb draws sticky shapes all over your clit, two fingers finally sinking into the warmth of your cunt and pumping in and out of you. "Just one more and I'll stuff you full of my cum, gonna make you my baby mama... you'd look so pretty with swollen breasts and a stomach round with my kids in ya"

Kitty! Hybrid

Meanest little shit to you

Not even in a bratty way, he's like an actually asshole— Conveniently bumping into vases and glasses 'on accident'

You have too many scars to count, you don't think he even does it in purpose. His claws are just naturally sharp, and any attempt at cutting them ends with him awkwardly apologizing while tending to the now bleeding scratch marks on your forearms

I think he's probably the only one who in general has a consistent height excluding the big boy breeds. Maybe a bit taller than you but no major height differences.

You have so many nicknames you're 90% sure he forgot your real one. But his most favorite ones to use are 'Peasant' and 'Slave'

He can't cook for shit.

Tried making you something as an apology but ended up almost burning the kitchen

And don't get me started on the dead rodents

A annoying asshole yet wants you to praise and focus all your attention on him

Scents you as well but it's a little more obvious

Nuzzling himself into your neck, wears all your clothes to make sure his scent sticks

Gets actually offended when you wash your clothes because of that.

— NSFW

The scratches and bite marks aren't limited to outside the bedroom

It's not even on purpose at this point, he is so overwhelmed that he can't help it that his claws dig into your skin.

Orgasm

A choked gasp spilled from your lips, the pressure on your throat as your cunt was being abused was enough to have your eyes Rolling back, Tears sticking to your eyelashes. "God you're disgusting, to get off being treated like trash—" He panted, his nails digging into the fat of your hips the stinging sensation mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. "Do you even deserve my cum?" He mocked, leaning down to bite and suck at the nape of your neck adding to the collection of bruises and bite marks that decorated on your skin.

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[jessicascharacterbananza]

Wake up call-polyghostface imagine !!!Smut!!!

I am not responsible for anyone underage reading this material. I’m also not putting an age limit on my writing, I had read a lot worse when I was young.

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They never woke up on time. No matter how loud the alarm clock, how much you would shake them, they would not get out of bed. Stu was the worst, he had a habit of being late to everything which was mainly due to his oversleeping.

You had organised for the three of you to go to a breakfast dinner date, which was booked for an hours time. Whilst you had gotten showered, done your skincare, gotten dressed and done your hair, the boys had slept.

Not wanting to miss the reservation you had been looking forward to all week, you decided on a different method to wake them up.

Climbing onto the bed, you pulled the covers down to expose their boxers. It had been a hot summer and the boys had u see that as their excuse to sleep almost naked every night. Not that you were complaining.

Careful not to wake them just yet, you pulled down each of their waistbands to expose their lengths. You wrapped you hand around each of them and began to stroke them, watching as them twitched in their sleep. Growing the pace you applied slightly more pressure, which caused Stu it left out a soft moan.

Billy began to stir so you took that as an opportunity to wrap your lips around his head and suck slightly. Licking him clean of the pre cum, you felt a hand push your head down. Gagging you pulled back, letting out his cock with a pop and feeling spit string from your chin.

You smirked at Billy and watched his face grin in bemusement as you turned to Stu and deep throated him. He woke up with a start and you chuckled on his dick, listening to Billy’s heavy breathing. Beginning to bob your head up and down, you hummed as you felt Billy’s hands reach down your trousers.

His hands teased at your underwear, running his fingertips along the hem. You closed your eyes, willing him to reach underneath and give you what he knew you desired. You whined and tried to move your hips to get some much needed friction but was met by a hard slap to your ass as he retracted his fingers.

Stu’s hand came down and pulled your hair back, forcing you off his cock. He instead replaced it with his tongue, kissing you deeply and pulling you onto his lap. Billy’s lips met your neck and you hummed as you felt Stu begin to pull at your shirt. He raised it above your head as Billy grabbed your bra clasp, undoing it in seconds.

Stu grabbed your tits, massaging them with hunger in his eyes. He reached forward and began sucking them. You moaned as you felt Billy reach down your trousers once more.

“We need to leave soon,” you whisper as Stu continues his attack on your chest.

“What would you rather, we go eat pancakes and act like we’re normal, or stay in bed all day and make each other feel good?” Billy asks before finally slipping his hand into your underwear.

He didn’t need an answer, your moans were enough.

Hey, it’s the author. Thinking of taking some requests for Billy and Stu (separately or together). Comment if you have a request or questions about any characters I will write for. :)))

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[sluttyminho]

i'm so glad you're mine

pairing: idol!chan x fem!reader

genre: smut - MDNI

summary: chan really can't stand the thought of another man talking to you let alone hanging out with you, so when he finds out you asked another member to go with you to the park it really pisses him off.

warnings: smut, angst, jealous chan, make up sex, oral sex (fem recieving), pet names, sub!reader, dom!chan, unprotected sex (use protetction please), praise (a lot of it), aftercare

wc: idk around 1500

Chan was really busy these past few weeks, and he wasn't really paying you much attention. You only saw him at night when he came home or in early mornings before he got to work, you two almost didn't talk at this point and it was tearing you apart. You didn't even have sex for the last 3 weeks and you were desparate for his touch, to feel his lips on you, you just wanted him to at least give you some attention but he never tried to start anything. You thought he was tired so you never said anything to not pressure him into doing things he doesn't want to.

You woke up when you heard someone open the front door. The clock on the night stand read 2am, you were still so sleepy but decided to get up and see chan and maybe strike up a conversation with him after a long time.

When you came to the living room he was there taking off his coat and shoes, he looked tired like really, really tired you never saw him like that before so you started to worry about him. You went up to him put your arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on his lips but he just pulled away. You looked him deep in the eyes and the only thing you saw in them was how stressed he was, how much he needed a good sleep and to have a few days only to himself to forget about work and every thing left he has to do.

You tried to kiss him again but he pulled away once again "channie baby what's wrong?" you asked him but he only gave you a look of annoyance. After a few moments of silence he finally said "nothing for you to worry about, now leave me alone, it's already hard enough to have the boys being around me all the time don't need you to be too" he pulled away from you, went to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

You were laying on your side of the bed for what felt like hours waiting for Chan to come out of the bathroom so you could try talking to him but once he came out he only went to his side of the bed, layed down and turned his back to you. "are you mad at me or something? Did i do something wrong?" you ask him just curious why he's acting the way he is. "can you just stop talking to me Y/N i really don't want to have this conversation right now" chan said with evident annoyance in his tone. "okay, but i just want to let you know that you mean the world to me and that i'm here for you if you need anything" he didn't say anything in return and you were a little sad about it, but it was fine as long as he was there next to you peacefully sleeping. "i love you" was the only thing you said before you dozed off to sleep.

the next morning...

You woke up and chan's side of the bed was empty like every morning the past few weeks. But it was his day off so you thought maybe he'd stay in bed with you and spend some quality time together, but you guess you were wrong. If you're being honest you weren't surprised that he wasn't here next to you after what he said to you last night.

You tried calling him a few times but he never picked up so you started texting him to ask him where he is and why he didn't tell you he was going somwhere, but no response.

you: channie baby i was worried about where you went so i tried calling but you didn't pick up.

you: call me when you have some time i need to ask you something

you: love you❤️

Chan didn't even bother to text you back so you texted Jeongin.

you: hey, i want to ask you something

I.N: hi, sure go ahead

you: so i thought maybe you wanted to go to the park with me and maybe go get ice cream?

I.N: what about chan hyung isn't he going?

you: well the thing is, i think he's kinda mad at me for some reason and i don't want to annoy him even more

I.N: oh, well okay then let's go to the park i'll pick you up in 15

you: ok, se ya

You got up and started getting ready. You put on a mini dress chan bought you for your birthday. That's so basic but bear with me. The dress is white with cute little flowers on it and it fitted you perfectly. You brushed your teeth, put on some makeup, put on your shoes and left the house because jeongin was already waiting for you outside.

I.N: i'm here, come out

you: out in a minute

You came to his car and sat in the passanger's seat. Jeongin greeted you with a warm smile and pulled off to the park.

When you arrived the first thing you did was go get the ice cream. "so, what flavour are you getting?" jeongin asked "idk i think i'll take the strawberry one it's my favourite" you replied and he softly smiled at you because it was his favourite flavour too.

Right at that moment the waiter recognized jeongin and she quickly went for her phone to take a picture of you two smiling at each other so it looked like you were on a date. "can you delete the photo you just took? It's really making me uncomfortable." jeongin said with a calm voice "sure thing" the waiter replied "thank you" he said and left the ice cream bar with you by his side.

It's been about 20 minutes and you both finished your ice creams when you got a call from one and only chan. You answered it calmly "hey baby you finally called back" you said "why the fuck are you alone with jeongin, eating ice cream?" he shouted with evident anger in his tone "how did you know i'm with him?" you said, curiosity running through your veins "what do you mean how i know? it's all over twitter" he yelled and you almost dropped your phone. You hung up and opened twitter, the first thing you saw was a photo the lady at the ice cream bar took of the two of you. You were so pissed you wanted to go back there and choke that woman with your own hands. The last thing you wanted was the fans spreading fake dating rumors and hurt chan.

Chan texted you.

channie: i'm coming to pick you up so we can talk

channie: stay where you are

you: okay

you told jeongin that chan was on his way to pick you up and the only thing he said was "i'm sorry". He knew how much you loved chan and seeing you this sad was something he hated to see because it was making him sad to. He then walked back to his car and drowe away.

channie: come to the ice cream bar, i'm here

you: there in a minute

After coming to chan's car he motioned for you to sit in the passanger's seat, so you did. The first thing he did was ask you "why the fuck were you here with jeongin? You could've asked me to come with you. The last time i checked i was your boyfriend not him" he said, his expression was giving off anger, sadness and annoyance all at once. You couldn't even look him in the eyes. "i tried chan, i tried but you weren't picking up nor texting back, what was i supposed to do? Be alone at home while you're god knows where doing god knows what." you yelled on the verge of tears. You were botling up your problems for few weeks now but fuck it, now you are going to yell them one by one at his face wheter he likes it or not. "i'm sorry chan, i'm sorry for not being the perfect girlfriend, i'm sorry i'm clingy, i'm sorry i need your attention most of the time but you know what? I'm only human too so i expect you to treat me like one. I know you have your own problems and i gave you the chance to talk to me and help you solve them, but do you know what you did? You pushed me away and treated me like a piece of shit for the past few weeks, and i'm sick of it, i'm so fucking sick of it chan" you said now fully crying, but it was better now that you got all this off your chest. "Y/N i'm so sorry, i didn't know i was hurting you this much. I was under lots of pressure because of work and i really didn't want to stress you out because of my problems, i'm really sorry and I won't be able to forgive myself for that. Why don't we just go home so i can make up for all the nights we didn't get to spend together hmm? How does that sound?" he said tears swelling in his own eyes now, realising how much he hurt you "that sounds great my love" he leans in to give you a quick peck as he drives off home.

When the two of you got into the house you took off your shoes and coats. As soon as you did that he grabbed your waist and started kising your neck while slowly leading you to the bedroom. When you were there he led you to the bed and whispered into your ear "i'm going to make you feel so good baby. Make up for all the time we lost while i was busy at work hmm, now lay down for me and let me do all the work" you listened to him and did exactly what he told you to. You were laying on your back as he leaned over you and started peppering little kisses to your collar bone and slowly moving down.

"Baby, can i take this off?" he said, pointing at your dress. You nodded and smiled at him wanting to let him know that you were 100% okay with him doing these things to you. He took off your dress along with your red laced bra. "honey you look amazing" he whispered just enough for you to hear. He slowly started sucking on your left nipple squezing the right one with his hand. It didn't take long for you to start moaning when he was making you feel this good. "hmm channie feels so good" you whimpered. He started moving his lips down your stomach leaving open mouthed kisses all over it until he came in contact with your panties, he grebbed them with his teeth and started pulling them down your legs at a painfully slow pace. when your panties were off his face came in contact with your core. He licked off your juices and his eyes widened "oh god baby, you taste fucking amazing" he licked over your clit and your whole body shivered from how sensitive you were there. "c-channie baby f-fells g-good mmm" he then pushes two of his fingers into your aching hole while still stimulating your clit. He was going at it for a few minutes when you suddenly felt a knot at the pit of your stomach. "channn i'm about to c-" and you were already cumming all over his face but his mouth was still on your pussy helping you through your orgasm. When you came down from your intense orgasm "that was awesome baby , thank you channie" you looked down at him and saw his mouth covered in your cum. He then looked you up through his eyelashes and whispered"but baby, i'm sure you can give me more, what do you think? are you ready for round two? but this time you'll be cumming around my dick hmm?" you were only able to nod and he was already taking off his chlotes. You blinked once and he was already aligned with your hole. "are you ready to take me baby" he asked, excited to feel you after all this time. "more than ever" you reply, happy to be so close to him all over again. He pushed into you with a loud grunt not even giving you the chance to adjust to his size, making you a moaning mess. He was moving fast and rough stimulating your clit with his free hand so after a few minutes both of your orgasms were aproaching you. You both started moaning so loud that you were sure even the neighbors heard but you couldn't care less, it only took one last thrust for chan’s seed to spill all over your insides and as if on command you were cumming around his cock not even a second later. It felt like you were dreaming, and chan being chan, didn't want to waste a single drop of his cum so he fucked it all into you.

He colapsed on top of you and embraced you like you were the most fragile thing on this earth. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole i really didn't mean the things i said" he whispered into your ear then hid his face into you neck so he couldn't make direct eye contact with you. "It's fine channie i just wanted you to see what you did wrong so you could see why i reacted the way i did, it was no big deal but i was so sensitive at that time because it wasn't the first time you did that, oh and i love you to the moon and back, just wanted you to know" you were so sweet he almost started melting right there and then. "i'm so glad you're mine" he said giving you a long chased kiss.

"Let's wash up then we can cuddle till we fall asleep" as he said those words he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom and right into the shower. He let the water run over you first since he's a gentleman, he then put shampoo over your hair and started massaging it into your scalp. I need a chan in my life fr. he helped you rinse it off and wash your body, then went to the drier for some hot towels so you don't freeze to death. Chan came back with two towels one for himself and one for you, and helped you dry yourself off. You ran to your closet to put on some panties and chans t-shirt that you stole from him, and layed onto the bed chan comming after you. He hugged you from the back and started massaging your lower belly in case you were in pain he whispered a simple "i love you" you pecked his lips "i love you more" is all that came from your lips before you dozed off to sleep.

[m.list]

This is my first fic so i would really appreaciate if you liked it or rebloged it. I know it's not that good because i don't have so much expirience but hey, i'm still learning. And oh i need a chan in my life so fucking bad i might cry.😭🩷

#christopher bang #chan smut #chan fic #stray kids #skz bang chan #chan angst #smut tw #bang chan

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

Ruki Mukami x Female Reader Smut

❌ NSFW Warning: This post contains explicit sexual content. If you are a minor or sexual content makes you uncomfortable, please do not read under the cut! ❌

❗️You've been warned ❗️

Praise (and lots of it), Fingering, Missionary, Romantic, Master, Teasing, Gentle, Shushing

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You squirmed needily as Ruki pulled your underwear off you, leaving you completely naked for him. You took in the sight of him in just his briefs, his hardened bulge unmistakeable.

He parted your thighs and rubbed his thumb over your folds, causing you to shudder slightly. "So pretty. All for me, hmm?" You nodded. "Such a good girl, already so wet. I can't wait to be inside you."

"Please..." you whined out. "Not yet. Be a good girl and watch me please you." Your legs fell open even wider. Ruki chuckled but you didn't miss the desire in his eyes. "Good girl. Spread yourself open for your master." He slowly, too slowly, rubbed his thumb over your clit. You impatiently lifted your hips, desperate for more. "Shhh, you'll get it." Ruki cooed, continuing to rub over your most sensitive bundle of nerves.

He went faster and your mouth opened slightly as pleasure sparked through your body. You felt one finger, then two, enter you. You moaned deeply. He continued rubbing your clit as he slowly fingered you, pumping his fingers inside you and curling them expertly to reach the most delicious spot. His other hand massaged your breast and your felt your release approach. You barely had time to grip the sheets before you shattered in the most euphoric way, moaning.

"You're so wet and warm. It'll feel amazing inside you. You're a good girl, you want that? Me to fill you up?" "Yes, yes, Ruki, please!" You were practically dripping you were so aroused. You felt empty, you desperately needed to be full and you knew Ruki could fill you.

Ruki chuckled and, without breaking eye contact, took off his briefs, leaving him completely naked. You almost moaned at the sight. His pale, toned chest. His prominent collarbones. But as you looked as his member, which always stretched you so perfectly, your mind and body became fixated on your desire for it to be inside you.

You spread your legs and waited but Ruki was far more patient than you. He teasingly rubbed the tip over your slit, careful not to enter you. "Ruki!" You protest came out as a desperate whine. You scooted down but Ruki was determined to tease you.

"So wet, you're so good, always good for me." Ruki said in a placating, gentle voice. He rubbed himself over you a few more times, fondling your breasts gently as he did so. "Please..." "You've been so good for me," Ruki told you, his voice like velvet. "So good. I want to be inside you and I know my good girl deserves it." You felt relief, despite your arousal being as high as it could get, knowing Ruki would soon be inside you.

Ruki gently gripped your hips and guided himself to your entrance. "I'm going in, you're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" "Yes...yes..." "Good girl."

He slowly pushed in and your jaw dropped as you moaned. Ruki groaned quietly. "Uhh...ngh...good girl, yes, stretch just like that." He continued pushing all the way in. You whimpered at how good it felt to be completely full. "Shh, you're doing so well, I'm so proud of you." Ruki began to slowly thrust and you gripped his arms, moaning.

Ruki grunted. "Good girl, so warm and tight just for me." He tilted his hips and hit an amazing spot. "Ruki..." you cried out. You moaned desperately and Ruki groaned as he slowly moved himself inside you.

"Shh...yes, that's it, good girl, very good." Ruki sped up a little and you gasped, digging your nails into the pale flesh on his forearms. "Ngh...hah..." Ruki panted. You moaned and grinded your hips against him. "Ruki...Ruki..." Ruki groaned your name, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Good girl, yes, so good for me." His praise came out as desperate pants.

He was hitting the most amazing spot, going at the perfect pace, and you knew your orgasm was coming. You moaned and gripped him tighter as you got closer...and closer...

You practically screamed out your release as pleasure even greater than before filled your entire body. Ruki growled and went faster, chasing his own release. "Good girl, let me take you, just like this." His voice was huskier, rougher. He stilled, his face twisting in pleasure, as he orgasmed inside you. He panted for a moment before placing a kiss on your lips.

He slid out and cleaned himself up before stretching out beside you in bed. He held open his arms and you immediately rested in them. He kissed you and, with your head on his chest, the two of you drifted into slumber.

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I have a huge praise kink so while I hope y'all enjoy this it was a very self-indulgent post lmao

Reblogs and feedback always appreciated! ❤️

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[ungodlywords]

I'm going to fuck you in every abandoned church building we can find. Making you cum in a once holy place over and over. Your screams will fill the church's walls as you beg me to violate you even more. ✞

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[star-girl-05]

Night Time Adventures

Tom Riddle x Reader

Smut

You slipped out of the Slytherin common room, avoiding the prefects roaming the hallways. The walk to the library was quiet besides the tapping of your shoes against the floor. In the distance you could hear other people walking around. You silently cursed yourself when the library door made a loud creek echoing down the hallway. Someone was bound to have that so you quickly slipped into the library. The library was covered in darkness, the only source of light being candles. They littered the walls leaving the room in a hazy glow. 

Making your way over to the books shelves, trailing your hand over a few books. Your eyes struggled slightly to focus on the writing on the old books. looking for the proper place for the book you held. Once you found it you slipped the book back into place before letting your eyes scan over the rest of the books looking for your next escape. As you gaze over the books in front of you a warm breath hits the back of your neck. You freeze slightly but quickly snap out of it going to turn around but his cold hands wrap around your waist locking you in place. 

Another breath bit your neck this time followed by his voice. “Someones out late” a deep voice filled the air, it sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Just returning a book you?“ 

“Catching up on some reading“ it was quiet for a moment before you managed to turn in his hold. Moving away from him and heading for the library door once more. Before you could get too far he grabbed your wrist pulling you back into him. 

“Aw love don’t be like that” this time he flips you around pinning you against the bookshelves. 

“Tom like you mentioned before it's late so I must be going” you tried to get out of his hold  but his grip on you tightened. He used his whole body to pin you against the shelves. There was no way you were going to get away. 

“I do love when you play hard to get“ he gripped your chin forcing you to lock eyes with him. He tilts your head slightly before slamming his lips against yours. Kissing him back right away you run a hand through his hair pulling him closer to you. His lips trail down to my neck placing kisses and nipping at my skin. 

“Tom careful with marks“ you moaned. You loved the feeling of his lips trialing on your neck. You couldn’t do the marks though no one could know about yours and Tom's Nighttime visits. 

“I’m conflicted, your mouth says no but your body says yes“ he says in between kisses. His hands trail down your body pulling on your shirt and unbuttoning your top. You start to do the same to him making quick work of removing his shirt. Once we are both shirtless he trails kisses up my neck mumbling in my ear to jump. You don’t hesitate jumping up and wrapping your legs around him. He carries you over to a table. Your back collides with the wood of the table causing a chill to go over you. 

He stands in between your legs letting his hands wander up your body. One of his hands reaches beneath you unclasping your bra leaving your chest bare. His mouth latches on to your nipple right away. You moan at the feeling arching your back into him. He used one of his hands to pin you down while his other one encased your other boob. Rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can feel your panties getting wetter by the minute. He switched his mouth to your other boob letting the hand that was playing with your nipple trail down your body. His fingers trailed under your skirt. Trailing his finger over underwear taking notice of your wet patch right away. “Already dripping” he chuckled against your neck. He moved your underwear to the side before pushing two fingers inside of you. The stretch felt amazing. You start rolling your hips against his fingers moaning at the feeling. 

Your moans grew louder as he fucked you with his fingers curling them just right. Hitting that perfect spot inside you makes your toes curl. “Darling I love all the sounds you make but I need you to be quiet or we will be caught” you nod your head but you were barely listening. As your moans got louder Tom wrapped his hand around your throat squeezing just enough to make it difficult to breathe. He could feel you tighten around his fingers making him let out a small groan. Your orgasm came crashing down on you, a silent moan falling from your lips. 

Tom removed his fingers from you once you came down from your high. You sat up leaning back on your elbows watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean all while keeping eye contact with you. Watching him clean your arousal off his fingers. You sat up meeting his face before standing up. Your legs are shaky but you keep going. Lowering yourself down to your knees in front of Tom. His eyes are locked on you watching closely as you unzip his pants, lowering them down with his boxers, freeing his erection. “What a good girl” the praise went straight to your core. 

“Only for you” your eyes are locked on his erection, no matter how many times you see it the size surprises you. How he fits in you is a mystery to you. Your hand was barely able to wrap around him. You started by stroking him off at a light pace. Picking it up when Tom gripped your hair giving you a warning look. Tom hated when you teased him yet you could help but do it. You kitten lick his tip only placing the tip in your mouth. You lick up his length, placing teasing kisses on his length. Going back to his tip you place it back in your mouth swirling his tongue around his tip. 

Tom was fed up with your teasing grabbing the back of your head and slamming your head forward making you take all of his dick. You gagged around him your hands flying up to his thighs bracing your self as he face fucked you. His pace was brutal as he used your mouth. Your gagging caused no hesitance in his motions, not even your tearing eyes made him stop. “You asked for this baby”

Before he could cum he pulled you off his dick allowing you to finally breathe. He pulled you off the ground helping you to sit back up at the table. He slips his member into making you moan. He mumbled something about wanting to cum inside you. His pace was brutal, his hand was playing with your clit, His other hand had to cover your mouth as your moans grew louder by the minute. You felt your orgasm approaching, pulling Tom closer to you and placing kisses over his exposed skin. You felt him cum inside of you moaning at the feeling of his cum inside of you. The feeling made you cum tightening around his dick, pulling even more cum from him.   

You whimper as he pulls out of you leaving you feeling empty. He helped you clean up before getting dressed himself. You watched as he put his robes back on. A smile grew on your face. You loved him more than words can describe. “See something you like” you could hear the teasing in his tone. 

“Yeah I do“ a blush forms on your face when he walks over to you helping you off the table. He places a light kiss on your lips when he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of his face pulling him back. You could feel him chuckle against your lips moving your hands from his face and pulling away from you. He placed a kiss on your hands. The two of you stood there for a moment just staring at each other. He pulls away first telling you the two of you should head back before someone catches them. You nod the two of you wanted to stay longer but you both knew you had to go back. 

“Come on love“ he grabbed your hand leading you out of the library.

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[string-of-beads]

V. Hard Freeze (18+)

You feel tipsy and tired. Like the energy has ebbed out of you even though you just woke up. It's afternoon, late afternoon by the look of the sunlight through the curtains. You hear clattering in the direction of the kitchen. The old frame of your bed creaks as you sit up. You don't remember falling asleep under your quilt but it's folded around you. Tommy looks up from the tea he's attempting to quietly brew. "Morning," he says flatly, "want some tea?" You rub at your eyes and stretch your arms high above your head. "Afternoon, Tommy," you exhale through a yawn, "thank you." He gives a sort of half grunt of acknowledgment, mostly focusing on keeping his cigarette caught between his lips.

You're sitting in your bed mostly wrapped in the quilt but your upper body is exposed and your nipples are hard in your cool flat. You're still completely naked under the quilt. Tommy isn't. You watch him, making tea in just his pants. After fiddling with your hob he turns around and fixes his attention on pulling in a long drag from his cigarette and letting it flow slowly out his mouth and into his nostrils. He looks like a dragon or some kind of other mythic thing. Well, he is himself a mythic thing.

A man of stone and ice. He is like hard marble or granite. He is iron and frost and yet he softened, just briefly, for you. "What're you looking at, love?" He's still staring straight ahead through your window. "Was it that obvious?" He lets out a wry chuckle. "If feeling eyes on me was a trade, I'd be a millionaire. I think it's a side effect of France." He's leaning against counter space next to the hob, one hand is pressed against it and the other is cradling the cigarette between his fore and middle fingers. It's nearly gone now, almost all turned to ash. "Do you smoke?" The question catches you off guard, so casual that it makes you cover yourself again to avoid appearing over eager. "No, Tommy. I don't smoke." He takes another drag and breathes out, "Makes sense. You've only got one lighter in the house." The corners of his mouth pull up very slightly. "Smokers will put a lighter--or matches--into any crevice, crack, or cranny they can find." He looks at you. "Anything to feed a habit."

He regards you softly and you realize that his lust has been quelled, for now, and he's taking more notice of you, not just your body and how he can use it but you as a person. Possibly he's admiring the way your hair shines in the sunlight. Maybe he's noticing the color of your eyes. No, you tell yourself, he's positively awestruck at my nose. The thought makes you smile and nearly start laughing. He smiles slightly wider, turns the hob off, tosses the last ashes of his cigarette in the basin, and pads towards you in the bed. "What are you smiling at?" He stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed trying to appear dominant and serious but failing to wipe the smile from his face. You giggle and respond, "Nothing really, Tommy. Just... Thinking of you looking at me like that." A slight lie but one that won't harm a soul. "Ah. I see," he says stoically and moves to sit by you on the bed. "And how am I looking at you?" He grins at me, the corners of his eyes crinkle as well. You laugh outright. "I don't know! You're looking at me like you could eat me up if-" With that you see the fire blaze in his eyes again, "I would you know. If you'd let me." He suddenly unsettles you. You're aroused and frightened in equal measure and you love it. Your skin pricks with excitement and your stomach coils into knots.

Yes. You would let him do whatever he wanted. You must look afraid because Tommy quickly says, "I want to use my tongue and taste you. Would you let me?" Heat's rising in your cheeks. His eyes are still bright with wanting and that wanting feels so perfect that you hesitantly agree, "Anything to feed a habit, right?" His eyes widen and he kisses you hard and deep on the lips. "Tell me if I need to stop, please." He hungrily whips the quilt from around you, pulls your hips so you're laying flat and horizontal on the bed, and props your thighs around his head. You cross your ankles, locking him in. His fingers press deep into the muscles of your legs, nearly hurting you. He's crouched by the edge of the bed like a big cat ready to pounce, "Ready?" You smile at him wickedly. You do know what he's going to do now. You don't know how it'll make you feel.

He begins by kissing your thighs. You're already so aroused that you could burst from the pure eroticism of Tommy fucking Shelby kneeling between your legs. His hands massage the outside of your thighs as he grips and twists that soft skin. His kisses are loud, needy. He's restraining himself. His lips drag from leg to leg kissing a slow, agonizing trail to your hot desperate cunt. You are already so wet, practically dripping. You feel a thin sheen of sweat bead over your body. It's suddenly very very hot--stifling--in your flat.

You realize that you're restraining yourself too. You are holding something back but you don't know quite what. Maybe you're fighting the urge to scream, "touch me, for the love of God, touch me!" Maybe you're afraid of what is coming and if he would still want you after he leaves, after the sun sets. Maybe you're holding back tears because good God, he's kissing you there and it feels so good you don't know what else to do but sob. Tommy's hands move from the outside of your thighs and wrap possessively over your hips, his left hand is pressing on the space over your mound and his right hand is kneading and squeezing your left hip and running up and down you left side. His tongue deftly dips in and out of you. He slurps and sucks at the knot of nerves making your legs twitch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your back arches. Your breaths are ragged and gasping like someone drowning.

Your hands fist in the quilt and you hang on, white-knuckled, for dear life until he stops, suddenly, you let out a strangled and frustrated half cry. Tommy, breathing almost as heavy as you, says, "Look at me. I need to see you. Please." You whip your head down to look in between your breasts at him, he looks as desperate as you feel. "I see you, Tommy." He smiles wide, you're both panting like dogs, "I see you too," he replies. You felt your grip on the quilt loosen and move to touch his face. You sit up to bring his face close to yours. He closes his eyes at the gentle touch. You kiss him, increasing the pressure of the kiss as you move your hands to tangle in his hair. With a tug, you break the kiss. He groans and you see his cock stiffen inside his pants. He likes giving you this power, you think. You pull his face close to you again and kiss him again. You dip your tongue into his mouth. You taste your own juices and the last remaining essence of tobacco. He moans with the mix of pleasure and pain.

You know that you're hurting him, but it's only enough to get his attention. Enough to let him know who's in charge here. He might be the indomitable Thomas Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders outside of this room but here... here is where you have reduced him to just a man twice in one day so far. Drunk on that power and pure lust you bite his lip, a love bite, and move your mouth the nibble at his ear lobe. You let go of his longer hair and your hand slides to the back of his head. He's waiting on bated breath for what's going to happen next. Good boy. In a whiny, breathy voice you whisper in his ear, "Keep going. Please, Tommy?" His breath hitches. His hair stands on end.

With a snarl of white hot lust, Tommy quickly replaces your legs around his head. The sudden movement forces you to lay back again. He returns to your core. His tongue moves faster than before. You look down at him, like he asked. He looks beautiful. His dark hair in stark contrast to the pale color of his back. His mouth on your cunt, drinking from you like you're an oasis in the desert. His eyes flick up to you and you can tell that he has something wicked planned. His left hand is bracing around your right thigh. His right hand disappears but you feel it as two fingers push easily inside of you. They start to stroke inside of you, hitting something that sparks and fizzes deliciously. You gasp with the arching sensation firing through you. You take a deep breath, desperate for air. You can't stop yourself from talking, nearly yelling, between breathing and moaning through a chorus of ecstasy. "O, holy mother of God, Tommy! O God!" Your hands find purchase in his hair and the pressure of you there only encourages his attention. The sound of his mouth and fingers at work and your moans harmonize in a sinful song.

Your mind can barely keep up with your body. It's sprinting towards a finish that you're not sure you'll survive. You are being drowned in waves upon waves of bliss. "Tom- close-," is all you can muster while his tongue licks and sucks you just right and you cry out in ecstasy. The ceiling spins above you. You close your eyes to savor anything your mind can hang onto. The wave you're riding is brand new. Stars twinkle behind your eyes. You're moaning, "O... O... Tommy... O, Tommy... Yes... Yes...Yes!" Your orgasm pulls up quick and tight then explodes like a grenade through your body. It lights a sparkling, dazzling fire through every one of your nerves. You feel yourself cum hard into his mouth. A tidal wave gushes out of you and all you can do is hold on to him. It's a nearly out of body experience. Your legs are shaking violently. It's like seeing a Divine Being or some kind of miracle before your mortal eyes. Pleasure courses like lightning through your veins. You are among the stars and only recognize your descent back to earth when you feel the rumble of Tommy moaning with satisfaction. He cleans every inch of you. You catch sight of his eyes, wild and bright.

"Fucking hell that was... Amazing," you wheeze. You begin laughing and crying which makes you laugh more. You can't find the words to describe how simply perfect you feel. You are totally spent. Your legs probably couldn't move if you wanted them to. You're still crying and laughing and trying to catch your breath. Tommy kisses back down your legs, being sure to splay them. You need to let yourself breathe but you can't stop laughing and crying. Maybe this is the moment he'll realize you're mad. They could put you away for this sort of delirium and that thought brings more laughter.

Tommy climbs over your useless body to lay beside you. You've closed your eyes in a poor attempt to hide the tears and somehow muffle the laughter. If you can't see him, he can't see you. "You alright, angel?" O...angel! You open your watery eyes. He's lying next to you on his side with one arm propping up his head. His hair is crumpled. He looks like he ran a marathon. You let out another laugh, tears still streaming down your face, "No. I'm not alright." You laugh again and turn your head to face him. "Tommy Shelby, I can honestly say that I've never felt better in my entire life and I honestly don't think I ever will again." You laugh more and return your gaze to the ceiling. He chuckles, "That sounds like a challenge to me. Perhaps I should've set the bar lower." His free hand grabs your chin and turns it towards him so you have to look in his frosty blue eyes, "Anything to feed a habit, right, Angel?" He moves to straddle you and you are face to face. This helps you to stop laughing. He wipes my tears away. "Was it really that good?" You let out a final huff of delirious laughter, "I can't describe how good it really was. There are no words. God, Tommy." You close your eyes and take in a deep breath. "That was... I don't really know... beautiful? Thank you..." You sigh, slightly embarrassed to be thanking someone for driving you to madness. He laughs lightly, "I should thank you." You look at him confused, he never even took his cock out. Why should he be thanking you? You look at him quizzically and he continues, "Many people don't know this about me but I love a sweet; pudding, cakes, sweet nuts, pies... whatever." He comes even closer and whispers in your ear, "But you are the most delicious thing I've ever had the privilege to taste." He begins to kiss your neck, "So, thank you. Thank you so very much." He's kissing you all over very softly. The backs of his fingers brush lightly up your sides. He rests this hands on either side of your rib cage. He begins kissing your mouth again as his hands travel to your breasts to rub the pads of this thumbs over your nipples. More. You want more. He growls and purrs against your skin and it's enough to return feeling to your once useless limbs.

You roll on top of him, effectively reversing your positions. He gets a surprised look on his face but clearly doesn't want to take back control. "Take off your pants." He smiles like a wolf and slides the pants onto the floor. You grab his cock and slide your hand up and down it, to really feel him. He's hard as a rock, dripping pearly drops of precum. He needs to cum and you're going to give it to him. You readjust on still shaking legs to slowly take him inside you. He groans with each centimeter you push him in. He splits you open so perfectly that it almost makes you start crying again. You stretch and adjust to fit him into the hilt. He just feels so incredible and incredibly close to the finish. You want to tease him like he teased you. You decide to be withholding and slide terribly slowly up and down, grinding on him.

Each movement inside you elicits groans, and pants, and growls from Tommy. "Fuuuuuuck me. Ah, fuck. Ah, yes." You relent and start to up the speed, just slightly. He melts, "Fuck. I can't fucking... Fuckkkkkkkkk." His head is lolling from side to side. You stop just in the nick of time, warming his cock inside you. "Look at me, Tommy. Please?" He looks at you, well, he tries to keep his eyes on you. His eyelids flutter. He's breathless and you have all the power. "I want- I need you to cum inside me but I need you to look at me, please?" He groans and pants, "O, yes. Please. Please fuck me. Please."

His eyes are so soft, like the ice there has melted and is preparing for the first spring flowers to bloom. You begin the sprint to make him feel just as good as he made you feel. Tommy just feels so damn good, it makes you-

A loud banging at the door causes Tommy to throw you off of him completely, race for his coat, and grab the pistol in one of his pockets. He's still completely erect and dribbling but he's no longer drunk with lust. His eyes are hard and focused on the door. He looks back at you and silently directs you to ask who's there but a familiar voice calls out before you can do so. "It's just Arthur. Our Aunt Polly called a family meeting. Is Tom still here, love?" He sounds exasperated like he'd gone all through The Heath looking for Tommy, which he probably had, to be completely fair. Tommy puts the gun down on the vanity. Tension loosening his shoulders. "Yeah, Arthur. I'm here. Uh...-" Unannounced, Arthur Shelby opens the door and you cover yourself with the quilt as best you can. You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Arthur sees you before he notices Tommy standing with his hands on his hips, naked as the day he was born and hard as ivory. "Ah, fuck! Sorry Tom- I... Sorry." Arthur stares furiously out the window, avoiding eye contact with either of you. Tommy turns back around and pulls his pants back on. He shoots you an apologetic look.

With that small amount of modesty, Tommy turns his brother so his back is facing you. "Arthur, Poll's called a meeting? When?" Arthur is clearly uncomfortable. "Uh... Well, Tom. She wants to meet now. I've been all over looking for you. Poll's having a cow." Tommy rubs at his chin and suddenly looks much older. "She'll wait a little longer. I need to make myself presentable to stand before the Queen of the Heath. Wait on the landing for us, eh, Arthur?" He practically pushes his brother out of the flat, bolting the door loudly behind him.

Tommy walks back to the bed and sits down, rubbing at his eyes and temples. "Us, Tommy?" He's silent, still sitting on the edge of the bed. You sit in the silence for a moment when he lets out a huge breath, gets up, and begins putting his clothes on. "Yes, love. Us." You step over to help him button his shirt and check his collar. "You and I are going to this family meeting." He pulls his trousers on. "Now, get dressed. Whatever you pick will be fine." He sits at the vanity to put his shoes on. You dutifully go to the bureau and grab the blue wool dress, stockings, and chemise. You can't be bothered with a girdle now though you might regret not having the extra layer. You step into both the chemise and dress. You sit on the far side of the bed from Tommy to put on your stockings. "But, you and I both know I'm not family. Why would I go to a Shelby family meeting?" He sighs and walks over to you, stands you up, and begins buttoning the front of the dress. "You're right. Poll won't want you in the meeting but I do. I think a little outside perspective might be good." He pauses, looking at you without giving anything away. He cradles your chin with his hand, "Or you can be silent. It doesn't matter to me." He gives you a short but meaningful kiss. "As soon as that fucking meeting ends, I'm going to fuck you through the closest bed I can find."

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[totally-not-a-cannibal-hannibal]

🔞To My Taste🔞

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Part 7: Hannibal's Watch

Masterlist

⚠️Warning⚠️ There is smut in this part please Don't read it if you are under 18. Obsessive Behavior. Some cannibal shenanigans as well.

         I was careful to lie still in Will's arms. The lightest brush of his chest would make my head hurt. My eyelids were the only thing protecting my eyes from the harsh daylight coming in from the windows. I wanted to look up and see if Will was awake but it would prove to be too big of a feat for me right now. 

         I told myself once this killer was handled I would focus on figuring what to do about the Will situation. Will was an incredible smart man. He had to know how bizarre it was to hold his co-worker so intimately. 

         How sure was I that I could be there for him the way he needs me to be? I used to think Will was more like a cat. Wanting affection on his terms, always seeming disinterested. This time I have spent with him has shown me he is very much the opposite. It bordered on suffocating, obsessive almost. He was holding me like we were a married couple. 

         He slowly brushed his thumb over the top of my shoulder, careful not to touch the bandage. I felt guilty for enjoying the attention, the care. I felt like I was using him. 

         Will gently tilted my head up to look at him. The motion was enough to make my head spin. He stared down at me before softly planting a peck of a kiss on my forehead. Then another just below my eye. I felt his grip tighten ever so slightly as he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I didn't stop him. It was innocent feeling at first. A kind of kiss you do for a school play but the second one he lingered. His lips against mine I pull at his shirt to keep him there. 

         We begin to make out. My head was killing me but his touch made it more tolerable. He ran his fingers along my arms and upper back. So gently it almost felt like a ghost. He rolled on his back and helped me lay on top of him. He was almost gentlemanly, respectful. Careful not to put his hands too low on my back. 

          "Good to see you are feeling better." Hannibal's voice entered the room. We both jumped and Will lifted his head to look at our shared psychiatrist. I was too embarrassed. I got off of Will as quickly as I could. Will had a shy grin on his face as he pulled the covers over his lap. 

         "Yeah I feel a bit better. Is dinner done already?" I ask, finally looking back at Hannibal. He has an almost playful smirk. 

        "It is I'm afraid, I could put your meals in the oven till you are ready." 

         "No dinner sounds great. I'm going to head to the dining room Will." 

         "Yeah I'll be there soon. Hannibal can I talk to you for a second? " Will said as he moved to the edge of the bed, careful not to remove the blanket from his lap. 

         "Of course Will." He said with a different kind of grin. It was hard to say what the grin was about. I just hope Hannibal wasn't embarrassed.

         I slowly make my way to the fully set dining room. I take my normal seat and wait for the boys to join me. The food as usual looked incredible. Hannibal had prepared some kind of steak that looked to be cooked rare. For him and Will and for me he made some kind of cabbage wraps. 

        I licked my lips, unable to believe I kissed Will Graham. I wasn't sure what surprised me more, the fact it happened or how much I liked it. If Hannibal hadn't stopped us I wasn't sure how far we would have gone. 

        A few short minutes later they came into the room together. Will looked a little nervous but Hannibal seemed like himself. 

         Hannibal smoothed out his hair as he looked down at the table. 

         "Shall we eat?" He asked taking his seat. Will and I didn't say much as we all started to eat. I took a bite of my wrap and to my surprise the inside was red. I chew my bite and swallow before looking over at Hannibal. 

          "Is this a bean paste? It's great." I say as I take another bite. He nods with a grin. 

          "Yes, a red bean paste. I improvised a few ingredients so it's a bit more red than normal. I'm happy you enjoy it." He said before taking a small bite of his steak. He chewed it gingerly. An image of him popping his jaw back into place came to mind from the other night. 

        "Hannibal you shouldn't have steak, your jaw was dislocated." I say as I give him a worried look. He just grins and shakes his head. 

         "It is fine. We are celebrating, the pain is minor compared to the taste." 

        I looked over at Will for some back up but he was focused on eating. His eyes fixed on his bloody steak. 

        "You are an interesting one Dr. Lecter." I say as I laugh a bit. I continue eating my wraps. A small beeping goes off on Hannibal's watch and he wipes his mouth as he gets up. He returns from the kitchen with a prescription bottle.

         "It is time for your medication. Every six hours for pain management. I slipped the last one under your tongue as you slept." He puts two small pills into my hand and pours me a glass of wine. 

         "Should I really be drinking on these?" 

         "I find wine to pair nicely with pain killers." He says with a grin. I take the pills with a sip of wine. I already hurt I didn't want to imagine what I'd feel like without some pain meds.

           We all tuck back into our meals again. Will never stopped eating, honestly. He even had seconds.

          A bit passed and Hannibal was still nursing his steak. I had mostly finished with my meal and was poured another glass of wine by Will. I was feeling much better. 

         "Hannibal let me make you something softer. You don't need to finish that." I say looking at him chew painstakingly slow. He didn't look like he was in pain but he had to be. 

         "Perhaps it is a bit too much for me too chew. But I don't like wasting meat." He looked over at Will who has finished two steaks and seemed satisfied. "Will do you want what is left?" Hannibal asks. Will shakes his head no but doesn't speak. Will still seemed a little embarrassed about being caught by Hannibal. 

          "Hannibal you really don't have to finish the meat. I'm sure the cow won't care it's already dead." I say with a chuckle. 

          Hannibal looks down at his plate with a serious expression. 

          "I think the cow would care actually. It is a shame to waste such good meat. Would you be willing to try some? There is just a few bites left." He says looking back over at me. 

         "Hannibal I haven't had meat since middle school. The texture makes me sick." Hannibal nodded respecting my boundary. He put another small bite into his mouth and began to chew. 

         The steak did look good. Maybe it was the pills or maybe it was the near death experience but either way I ended up agreeing. "I'll try it for you but if I don't like it I'm not finishing it.

          "My jaw thanks you." Hannibal says as he cuts off a bigger piece and feeds it to me. Will perks up a bit as he watches. I chew slowly testing out the texture. It was more tolerable then I remembered it being. I swallow quickly and Hannibal already has another bite ready. Before I know it I have finished off rest of his steak. 

          "It's good." I say as I choke back a bit of a gag from the after taste of blood. For a second Hannibal almost looks excited. It was only his eyes. They seemed to light up. As quickly as I noticed the expression it was gone. It was sweet he was so excited for me to open my diet up a bit. 

         "You did very well Lydia." He almost coos as he picks up our plates to take into the kitchen. The tone made me blush. I wasn't used to sincere praise like that. Will seemed to notice.

         "He has a way of making you feel special doesn't he?" Will said once Hannibal had left. I smile and nod. 

          "What did you need to speak to Hannibal about?" I ask changing the subject. 

         "Just apologizing. He didn't seem to want to hear it. I think he misunderstood what was happening."

        "What was going on? Felt pretty obvious to me." I say as I finish my second glass. 

         "Just two good friends wanting to release some stress together." He leans over and pours us both another glass. I wasn't sure if he was trying to lie to me. Hannibal made it sound like Will wanted more than just sex from me. I wasn't going to press the issue. If sex was all he wanted I knew I could give him that.

          "A toast to good friends relieving stress." I say with a big smile as we clink our glasses together. Will chuckles and pours Hannibal a glass. 

         "We shouldn't exclude the host."

         "From drinks or relieving stress?" I ask as I look over at him With a cheeky grin. I was mostly joking. Will didn't seem to be. 

        "Ladies choice." He said his eyes flicking up to meet mine. 

        "Will don't be so crud. Hannibal is not interested in us we are his patients."

         "We both know he's willing to bend some rules. You have no idea what he's interested in." Will's tone was seductive but somehow threatening. I chuckle a bit nervously. 

         "Well I'm not going to bring it up to him." I say looking down at my drink before taking a sip. 

          "It was your idea." Will said his tone lighting. 

         "I was jok-"

         "What was your idea Lydia?" Hannibal asked as he walked back into the room. 

          "To have another drink with good friends." I say as I pick up his drink and hand it to him. He looks a little disappointed.

           "I would love to stay and drink but I have an evening appointment. A patient who doesn't leave his house during the day. Please, you two drink, maybe I'll join you both if I finish up early." Hannibal said as he set his drink back down on the table. He pulled on his jacket and preened himself in the mirror above the small table by the door. Once he was sure he looked presentable he said his goodbyes and left. 

          I looked over at Will who seemed to already have something in mind. He was drinking his drink much faster now. I took his lead and tried to finish mine off quick.

           He finished his drink and sat it down before standing. He undid his belt, making me blush. I had to pull my eyes from him. 

           "I'm on the shot." I say as I finally finish my drink. He just nodded with a small grin. 

          "Good, how about the room we slept in the first night? I don't think Hannibal would appreciate us being in his bed without him.

          "You mean the room you snuck into in the middle of the night?" I ask with a smug grin. Will looked almost embarrassed. 

        "You know I knew the whole time I was in your room. I was hoping you would take pity on me and kiss me." He admitted as he undid his shirt a bit. Now it was his turn to shyly avoid eye contact. 

         "You are such a creep, Will Graham." I say with a chuckle as I stand up. He grinned a bit, still not looking at me as I slowly walked around the table to him. 

          "You have no idea." He says softly the almost threatening tone was back but that wasn't going to stop me. Once I was in touching distance his eyes trailed their way up my body to meet my eyes. 

           He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into a somewhat aggressive kiss. I wrap my arms around him as his tongue finds its way past my lips. He was so shy just a second ago. 

            Will picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was not such a gentleman this time. His hands found their way to my ass immediately. He swiped his arm across the table, clearing a spot. 

           I was laid down on my back when he finally broke the kiss to pull down my pants. That's when I noticed what he'd done. 

           "We can't do this on his table. Seriously Will!" I say as I try to push his hands away and grab my pants. He struggles for a second but pulls the fabric free from me and gets them down to my ankles. "I mean it will! I'm not getting fucked on Hannibal's table! That's so disrespectful!" I shout as I try and push him off me. He let out a frustrated whimper and pressed himself against my body wrapping his arms around me as if to hold me in place.

          "He doesn't care, we do it all the time." Will said as he started to kiss my neck. He didn't seem to realize his mistake. I think about his words carefully for a second. The drinks were making me a little slow. Meanwhile Will attacks my neck kissing and sucking at it. 

           "What did you just say?" I ask as I wiggle my arms between us to try and get some space. "Have you and Hannibal… have you guys had sex?" My question was enough to pull his focus. He lifted his upper body up from mine but kept himself between my legs. He didn't seem embarrassed. It was like he was thinking up a lie. "Will, I don't care, I'm just surprised." I say with a reassuring smile. He seems to fold. 

          "Yeah a few times. He can be very persuasive." Will says with a sheepish grin.

           "Oh I'm sure he really had to twist your arm." I mock as I give him a peak on his lips. 

            "We're not dating or anything, he won't be mad. We were just two friends relieving stress." He says as he gently starts kissing my neck again. I wasn't sure if I believed him. Will said the same thing about him and I but Hannibal seemed to think differently. Will did sound pretty jealous the other night when Hannibal gave me a shirt. Did Will like us both? 

           "Did I kill the mood?" He whispered in my ear before kissing it. I laughed a little and shook my head. I undid his pants and let them fall. He picked up the pace again. I grinded myself against him. I could feel his member straining against his boxer briefs. 

            He took my shirt off then his own. He pulled me to his chest as he fumbled with my bra latches. I licked at his neck before getting to work at paying him back for him attacking my neck. He got more desperate as I started to nibble at his neck.  

             "Let me get it Will." I whisper as I take my hand from his shoulders. He sounded so frustrated. He pushed me back down into the table. I looked up at him with a surprised grin. He grabbed something above my head and pulled it into view. It was a steak knife. My eyes widened for a fraction of a second and my body tenses up as he quickly uses it to cut my bra free from me. "That's my favorite bra!" I shout as he takes the knife down to my underwear and cuts them off as well. I used my hands to cover my chest from him. I was a bit pissed. 

          "I'll buy you new ones." He said hastily as he dropped the knife. I relaxed a little as he stared down at my body. 

          "No more knives, use your words." I say as I move my hands for him. He smiled, agreeing as he quickly leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of my exposed nipples. I squirmed under him and covered my own mouth. I didn't want to let him win a moan just yet. 

           He used one hand to take off his underwear while his other hand found its way to my neglected breast. He worked hard at my nipples before looking up at me. Taking his lips from my nipple he rested his forehead against mine and pulled my hand away from my mouth.

       "Don't fucking do that. I want to hear you." He said in a husky voice as he guided his manhood inside of me. I arch my back and moan out for him. I wrap my arms around his back as he gives me a second to get used to him.

         Before long he was pumping into me as he let out soft grunts. I put my face in between his neck and shoulder as he pounded against me. "Tell me how good it feels." He demands as he puts his hand in my hair and uses it to move my head from his neck. His eyes were darker. Even though we were so close I still felt a bit embarrassed. "Tell me!" He says as he tightens his grip on my hair. I squirm a bit. 

          "It feels incredible, you feel so good." I moan out as he nods. It wasn't a lie. He was a little rough but it was the best I have had in a while.

          "You are so gorgeous. Fuck I love you." He says in between thrusts. He started to kiss my neck once again. His lips were so gentle compared to his harsh bucking. I tried not to think about his confession too much. I try not to listen to men when they are inside of me. They will say the craziest things when they are about to cum.

           I nod and run my fingers through Will's hair. Ready to pull if he starts trying to direct me head again. "Do you love me?" He asked as he started going faster. He was hitting so deep inside of me I would have said anything if it meant him not stopping. 

          "Of course I do, I love you." I say in a breathy voice. His grip tightens on me as he slips a hand between us. Will wasted no time as he used his thumb to rub my clip. I started to try and buck against him, desperate to cum. My toes curled as he continued his steady pace. It wasn't long at all before I came hard against his manhood. He had a self satisfied look on his face as he nodded. 

           "That's it, good girl." I could feel my face heat up as he praised me. He was a quick study. Already understanding how much I liked to be praised. His thrust grew stronger as he focused on his own needs. His thumb never stopped rubbing small circles around my clit. I hugged my legs around his as he pushed deep inside of me one last time and finished himself. He let out a moan as he dug his nails into my shoulder and hip making me cry out. I came with him one last time. 

            Our bodies pressed together laid on the table in each other's hold for what felt like hours. He panted softly and nuzzled his face into my hair. 

          He never removed his member from me. He started slowly humping inside of me again. My head and shoulder was killing me. I still needed some time. 

           "Let's get dressed." I whisper but he shakes his head. 

            "One more time. Please." He begged. I could feel him start to get hard again.

          "No way. I'm tired and sore. Plus Hannibal could be home any moment." 

           "Good, maybe he'll give me a hand with you." He teased as he started to kiss me again. I kissed him back and grabbed a handful of his hair. He chuckled against my lips. 

        "Don't make me give you a bald spot, Graham" I warn before giving him a small playful kiss back. He pulled himself out of me and let me sit up. 

        "You really on the shot?" He asked as he pulled up his underwear then pants. I jumped down from the table and looked for my top as I pulled my pants off completely. 

         "Do you honestly think I'd let you cum inside me if I wasn't on the shot?" I ask with a laugh, finally finding my top. 

         "I was just wondering." He sounded a little disappointed. It worried me a bit. Surely he wasn't being serious. 

         "Right, well you pick this up and I'm going to shower." I say as I gather up what remained of my bra and underwear. 

         "You aren't going to help me?" He asked as he picked up some napkins from the ground. 

          "Nope you made the mess. I wanted to do it on a bed like a normal person. You better disinfect the table as well, don't half ass it." I say teasing him back. As I pull him in for one last kiss. He moaned against my lips before pulling away. 

        "Go get in the shower before I change my mind." The words sounded like a joke but his tone was a bit serious. I laugh and go to take a shower. 

         The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about the time we had. It was amazing. Will was so passionate, forceful yet gentle. 

           I wonder how many times he and Hannibal had sex and when. I guess they have had a few opportunities while I was here. I caught myself trying to imagine what sex with them both would be like. Will's passion and Hannibal's experience. Sounds like a girl's dream, I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it though. 

         I started to wash my hair when I felt a long buzzed strip of hair under most of my hair on the back of my head. I had a few stitches all around my head. This buzzed strip has the longest straight line of stitches though. How did the back of my head get split? It was resting against the floor when my attacker was hitting me. I tried to not think about it too hard. Some of that night was still a blur. Maybe he did hit me in the back of the head. 

        Turning the water off I step out and wrap a towel around me. Will had finished picking up the dining room and carefully hid any broken plates. 

       "Did you change your mind about round two?" He asked as he finished washing the table top. 

         "Nope sorry I was actually going to tell you I'm gonna lay down. I'm starting to sober up and my shoulder is hurting." I explain as I make sure my towel stays up. Will looks guilty as he looks at my freshly changed bandage. 

          "I'm sorry I got a little carried away. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked a worried look washed over his face as he came over and puts a soft kiss on my shoulder. He had hurt me a little but I wasn't entirely opposed to a bit of pain. 

           "No, you were great. It was perfect." I say as I kiss his cheek. He grins and nods 

            "I had a great time too. Let me get in the shower and we can lay down together." He said as he kissed my lips. 

           He got in the shower as I got changed into an old sleep shirt of my own and crawled into bed. I really was sore. As temper as I was, Will would have had to peel me from the table if we had sex like that so soon again. My head was really giving me issues once the wine wore off. The sun had gone down but even the light from the lamp on the bedside table was giving me a migraine. I turned the lamp off and closed my eyes. 

          Will came in and laid down next to me. He wasn't shy about his clinginess before and he certainly wasn't now. He pulled me against him and kissed my neck. 

           "I know you're not asleep. Don't worry I'm not trying to get in your pants again. Are you even wearing pants?" He asked as he lifted the covers. I laugh and roll on my back to look up at him. 

          "How can I help you, Agent Graham?" I ask with a smirk. Will slid his hand under my shirt and placed his hand on my hip to pull me closer. 

          "Just checking on you." He said as he laid his head down next to mind.

          "So you and Hannibal… how'd that happen?" I ask as I hold his hand in mine. He grinned a bit. 

           "Quickly that's how it happened. One moment we were having a session in his office the next I was on his lap." He pulled my hand up to kiss my knuckles. 

         "Oh in his work office? Over his fancy desk, I hope" I tease as he rubs the back of my hand against his lips. 

         "Over his desk twice. We like to keep things fair. On the table once, in his bed a few times. On my floor at my house." 

          "Ew Will, with your dogs watching?"

          "What no, I let them out first." He laughed. 

          "Well good, I'm happy you two get along now. That has made my life easier."

           "Mine too." He says with a chuckle. I let my eyes close as he played with my fingers. "They look like they are healing." He said as he kissed the side of my fingers. I nod agreeing. 

          I was about to fall asleep when the bedroom door was opened. My eyes open groggily as I lift my head to see Hannibal poking his head in. 

           "There you two are." He said as he came inside. I lay my head back down and close my eyes again. Taking my hand from Will I roll to my side.

         "Welcome home." I say as I get settled back in. 

         "How was the appointment?" Will asked, looking up at Hannibal.

         "Very well. He had some real breakthroughs today. Speaking of which may I borrow Will? 7:30 is normally his appointment time. We can have it in my home office. I hold back a giggle wondering if this was a real appointment or not. 

          "Yes please take him so I can get some rest." I say sleepily. The two men leave the room and I do my best to ignore my pains so I can sleep.

          Some time later I woke up. I think it was the searing pain in my shoulder that woke me. I got up to see if I could find one of the boys. I walked past the basement door on my way to Hannibal's office. There was another strange sound coming from it. It sounded like scraping, maybe a chain rubbing against itself. 

           My head was hurting so bad I didn't even care what sound was coming from that place. I continue my walk and find his office. The door was wide open so I just walked in. The two men seemed to have been having a real appointment because they were across the room from one another and fully dressed. 

           Hannibal must have been able to tell what was wrong right away because he got up from his seat and held onto me as I wobbled a bit, squinting from the light. He fished the bottle from his pocket and handed me two pills. They looked a little different from the last ones.

            "My apologies Lydia, my watch went off during Will's appointment and I figured you were still sleeping." Hannibal said as he let my head rest against his shoulder. After I took the pills.

           "How long is my head going to hurt like this?" I ask still neglecting to tell them about my blurry vision. It had actually gotten somewhat better on its own so I figured it all would go away soon enough.

           "Soon I'm sure. The skull was not fractured and you seem to be fine cognitively." He says as he pets my hair. I wondered how he was so sure my head was okay. He used to be a surgeon sure but he doesn't have any medical equipment in his home that can definitely tell him my skull wasn't fractured. 

            I didn't argue with him. He sat me down in a chair next to Will before taking his seat again. Will smiled at me as he took my hand. 

          "We were pretty much finished." Will said as he gently squeezed my hand. I just nod.

          "I'm going to assume you two had a nice time while I was out." Hannibal said as he looked over at Will. I looked at Will as well wondering what he could possibly be looking so intensely at. Will had one big hickey on his neck. I must not have been as gentle as I thought. I looked back at Hannibal, surprised and embarrassed. Once I saw his face I knew I just confirmed his suspicions. Will chuckled a bit next to me. 

        "Don't be cruel Hannibal." Will says as he squeezes my hand again. 

         "Cruelty was not my intention. I was just inquiring about the time you both had together." Hannibal was always so vague. I wasn't sure if he was talking about sex or not. I could hardly keep up with the two in my state. I lay my head back and close my eyes. My head stopped hurting but unfortunately I felt like I might just fall asleep right here in this chair.

         "What's the medication called Hannibal?" I ask not opening my eyes. 

         "Codeine. It is commonly used after surgery." He says matter of factly.

          "This isn't what you gave me before. These are a different shade of white. I didn't feel this way last time. Wait… I didn't have surgery." I mumble as I open one eye to look at Hannibal.

          "You are correct about the pill. You seemed to be in more pain so I gave you something stronger. It is understandable you don't remember but I did have to do a form of surgery. To relieve pressure off your skull" I shifted in my seat and sat up. Taking my hand from Will I felt the back of my head where I felt the buzzed strip at in the shower. "Don't be alarmed. The procedure went very well." Hannibal said as he watched me from across his desk. 

          "No more codeine." I mumble. Will gets up from his seat and helps me up. 

          "Let's get you back to bed." Will said as he held me up. Hannibal got up from his seat to help. 

           I closed my eyes and let them take me back to my room. The sheets felt different against my skin. I forced my eyes open and realized I was in Hannibal's bed again. I didn't care whose bed I was in. I wasn't going to be awake long. 

            "I am sorry for the misunderstanding but at least you will get a restful night's sleep." Hannibal said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His breath smelt so good. 

           "I'm going to run home to feed the dogs, Hannibal will be here if you need anything." Will said as he followed Hannibal's lead and kissed my forehead. I chuckled thinking it was funny Will copied him. 

            "Oh good, Hannibal." I coo as I roll onto my side and grab a pillow to hold. I heard a small laugh come from one of the men. They must have thought I was asleep already because they spoke more freely amongst themselves. 

          "He's still down there?" Will asked as his voice got farther away. 

           "Of course, I wouldn't deprive you of a cut. Taking some home for your dogs?" Hannibal asked as his voice got further as well. 

            "Is he still-" they got too far for me to hear. I repeated the conversation to myself over and over so I wouldn't forget it. What could they possibly be talking about?

This was my first time writing smut ever so I hope it isn't too bad.

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Kinktober week 2 — Virgins

[ nsfw | CW ; First time, missionary, praise, body worship, Size difference, mentions of breeding, cream pie, pussy drunk, light overstim, Oral(F receiving), themes of making it fit, cock warming at the end, Dubcon(just in case) ]

Male x Female Reader

a/n ; I've been going through brain rot about sweet ol' virgins with big dicks... which is really the only excuse as to why Fujio exists now.

wc ; 2.1k

Synopsis — Loosing your virginity to your equally inexperienced big dick boyfriend... That's it.

Your fingers smooth over the ivory silk, tips tickled by the fine threads, "You don't think it's..." You trail off into a unfinished question eyes flickering over to his.

He stays silent for the most part, gingerly grabbing your hands and stopping them from running over the wrinkles in the fabric in favor of pulling them above your head.

"We can probably still trade it back in—" You continue on, nervously squirming under his intense gaze.

"No... You look pretty in this." He mumbles softly, "And it's only fair to dress you up like a princess, right?" He asked, tilting his head. You hesitantly nod, trying to relax your body.

He looked so pretty from this angle, pinning you against the soft mattress, observant eyes undressing you. It was a little unnerving honesty, Fujio wasn't the type of person to be this... Quiet.

But considering this was your first time, with each other. With him it makes some sense as to how serious he is being.

A soft warm kiss is planted against your temple, letting his weight settle in between your legs. "I can't believe this is all for me." He whispers, a shaky quiver entering his words.

Large hands wonder down your body, playing with frills and squeezing at anything they could get on- Chest, hips, thighs.

A strained whimper escapes your lips as his hands trailed down your body, the soft touch of his fingers as they explored your curves making you shiver.

You swear— with how hard your heart heart is pounding you might have a heart attack.

He leans down, soft lips pressing up against yours. Even with his position you can still feel how anxious he is, carful with every movement as if you you'd break if he made one wrong move.

You lean into the kiss, it's different gentle and passionate. Only familiar to the many nights you two spent grinding against each other eager for one's warmth.

Your hands entangled themselves into his long black hair, lightly tugging on the strands until a soft groan escapes into the kiss.

His hands worm their way in between your thighs teasing your clit beneath the ivory colored silk. Applying only the bare minimum of pressure to get you whimpering into the kiss- whimpers that he greedily eats up.

Eventually he pulls away, panting heavily. Gaze lingering on your face before looking down at your sex where his hand was busy teasing.

Thumb swiping over your sensitive nub. Lust filled eyes admiring how your panties started dampening. "Your so pretty." He breathes out in a sigh, letting his free hand come down to hold your squirming hips still.

You blush, shifting your gaze away from his intense stare in favor of looking at the ceiling. "N-Not as pretty as you." You stammer out, unable to think straight with the how frustrated your getting with the minimal pressure he's using — Enough to have you whimpering and shuddering but nowhere near enough to bring you to the edge.

His thumb continues stroking you, a small smile adorning his lips at how impatient you're getting. "You are." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your form.

Small, light kisses that he placed down against your neck, collar bones, breasts, all of them just a little too close to your chest to be considered "decent".

"Fujio..." You breath out, his last kiss was placed directly on top of your cunt.

"May I?" He hesitantly asks eyes fixated on the twitches of your pussy beneath the damp material.

You bite your lip, hesitating for the briefest of moments before nodding your head.

"Oh, you don't know how long I've been waiting to taste you." He quickly says voice shaky with anticipation, leaning in to give your clit a slow, teasing lick.

A pleasant sigh escapes your lips from the warm sensation of his tongue. Shifting your position so your legs were sat atop his shoulders. The sensation was more pleasant than you thought, his tongue warm and wet with saliva.

Your hands find his way through his hair again, whimpering at his experimental licks and sucks, His eyes staring up at your face to see what made your already faltering composure crumble more.

If your eyes hadn't fluttered shut you could've seen the way his hips seemed to grind against the mattress, chasing some kind of simulation in its tight confines.

It wasn't long until he found a pace, mouth latched onto your pussy— Staining the already wet panties with spit.

" F-fuck Fujio~" You whimpered, already shut eyes squeezing together. "Please— please don't stop." You stammered out, thighs twitching around his head.

He moaned into your pussy, his own hips mindlessly humping into the mattress. Fingers digging into the fat of your hip pulling it deeper into his face.

You swallow thickly, the hand in his hair tightening into a fist while the other grabs at the blankets beneath you.

"Close— m' so close fuck." You warned trying to keep your thighs from squeezing shut and suffocating him.

With a brief moment of hesitation he pulls his mouth off of your cunt, A wet 'pop' sound following.

Your glossy eyes fluttered open, a confused, frustrated whine escaping you as you rub your knees together. Trying to keep that orgasm from slipping away but it had already disappeared.

"M' so sorry baby, I— I just wanna feel you come on m' cock." He panted heavily, shoving his pants down just enough to free his already leaking cock.

"You— you can do that for me right? Yeah, I know you can." He quickly said, his own composure slipping because he finally gets to feel you around him, pussy fluttering and clenching because of him.

Giving himself a few good strokes to smear the pre along his length.

You eyes slightly widen at the size, you're not sure what's different about now compared to the steamy nights you two would hump each other— Maybe because unlike those other times he's actually going to fuck you.

"I don't think it'll fit—" You say under your breath, eyeing the tip. Could he even fit the tip in?

You know it's just the virgins anxiety getting to you, but why did God decide to make his dick look so big?

"It'll fit, I'll make it fit if I have to." He says, leaning down to kiss you again. "I'll just take it slow alright darling?" He adds a moment later.

You hesitantly nod your head, opening your legs so he's able to slot himself in between.

He leans over you, hands slowly reaching up to pull your panties down your legs and You obediently kick them off. Trying to keep your mind off of the heavy thumping of your heart or the increasing anxiety.

It's a little funny seeing his own eyes widening at the sight of your glistening pussy, a smile he's clearly trying to fight off forming onto his face.

"Your so pretty like this." He whispered, placing a hand right next to your head with the other one slapping the tip of his cock against your clit.

Savouring the way your hips tried squirming into the sensation.

He carefully pushes the tip against your entrance. A little frown forming on his face when it slipped past for the third time, a sigh of content leaving him when your own hand goes down and guides his length into you.

Just the head was enough to make you want to weep at the overwhelming feeling of something big inside you.

"Shit—" You cursed, squeezing your tear-filled eyes shut.

"Relax baby" he panted, slowly sinking into you pretty little whimpers and praise spilling from his lips.

He bit at his lips the second he bottomed out, "Fuck, you're so tight-" he whimpered, peppering your face with kisses. "oh I' feel like m' gonna cum already." He slurred out. You can feel him trembling, it's not from coldness but from the effort he's putting into not thrusting his hips.

"Tell- tell me when I can move." He huffed out, holding your hips closely up to his pelvis.

The two of you stay in that position for what felt like eternity, bodies closely pressed up against each other, breathing in each other's heavy pants. "I love you, I love you so much." You whispered wrapping legs around his waist.

"I love you too, I love you so so much— you're perfect, everything I ever could want and more" He rambled trying to stay focused on how pretty you look right now.

Glossy eyes staring lovingly at him, it's enough to have his cock twitching inside of you.

You swallow thickly, running fingers through his hair. Though a part of you wants to stay like this forever— There was a primal part that was starting become overwhelming, focusing on how nicely he stretched you out, how good it must feel when he drags his dick along those gooey, tender spots that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

And those thoughts are starting to feel more appealing by the second, with a shaky exhale you whisper a meek

"M' ready—" Oh but before you could even let the last word leave your mouth he's already pulling out of you, till only his tip remained in before snapping his hips forward.

Greedy hands holding your hips tightly, to keep you in place as he fucked into you. "Thank— thank you." He says in between pretty gasps and groans, he wasn't even doing anything special. But with how thick he was, it grinded against everything just right, blunt head hitting spots you didn't even knew existed inside of you.

His eyes eagerly fixated on the way he seemed to sink and pull out of you so easily when just a moment ago he needed help getting it inside you in the first place.

"Haaa, please don't stop—" You whined, fingers tightening their grip on the blankets.

You can't tell whether it' feels amazing or agonizing, the way it feels like he's forcing space inside of you- bullying into your pussy with each heavy thrust of his hips.

"Shit oh, I can't— not now don't wanna cum now." He cursed under his breath, leaning his weight into you to fuck deeper.

That was all it took before your brain was short-circuiting, mindless pleas' and babbles spilling from your lips. Legs tightly wrapped around his waist, wanting more.

A shaky hands move over to your clit, rubbing sticky circles and shapes all over it. "Can— Can you cum on my dick for me? I know you can, you'll be a good girl for me right?" He babbled, equally as fucked out as you— which is saying something.

Wet squelching sounds ringing through the air everytime his hips made contact, slick and precum wetting the creaky bed beneath the two of you.

Your eyes fall shut, head lolling to the side. "Fu—fuck, you feel so good." You panted out, unable to form words properly any longer.

"Shit shit shit shit— m' gonna breed you, stuff you full of my cum" Hissing out as his thrusts turn sloppy, sloppy for his standards.

He held your hips in place as he let out a primal grunt, your fluttering hole being filled white with his cum.

Following his orgasm you came undone, the fullness pushing you over the edge as you mindlessly pleaded for more and moaned.

Loud wet slapping sounds resounding through the whole room, thick, sticky pearly whites leaking from his cock and spilling out beneath you, getting onto your thighs with each twitch.

His hips absentmindedly humped into you, fucking his cum deeper into you despite the overwhelming simulation.

"Fuck, I can feel it, I can feel everything" you whimpered out, fingers digging into the blanket beneath you.

He stays like that for a moment, heavily panting against your neck. Hands that kept your hips glued to his pelvis squeezing supportively.

You whimper softly, squirming beneath his weight. "Your squishing me..." You complain trying to push him off with little to no avail. You were about to complain more but he'd whisper something into your ear and though you're not entirely sure what he said, he sounded desperate.

"Mhmm what?" You mumbled internally cringing at the feeling of slick and cum oozing out of your hole.

"I love you." He whispered out, body already succumbing to sleep.

You stay silent for a moment a little smile on your face "I love you too." You whisper, fluttering your eyes shut for a moment. "Fujio you didn't fall asleep did you? You're still on top and inside of me." You asked, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

You never got that answer out of him. His soft breaths tickling your neck, You look up at the ceiling and let your mind fade, his soft breaths lulling you to sleep.

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[seonghwa-potatos]

You are mine, I’m yours

SUNGHOON GIF

summary: Coming home to a night of clubbing, you wanted something fun to do since you didn’t have a good time.However, you were in trouble as soon as you came home, expecting the unexpected you get a new feel of unusualness with your husband Sunghoon, He’s acting different than normal, but you weren’t complaining because you had fun

pairings: possessive!dom!sunghoon x sub!reader ( married )

warnings: mafia au, alcohol consumption, creep at a club, light bdsm

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You and your group of friends are headed to a club, but you couldn't wait, because you haven't been to one in a while.Getting dropped off by Lily's brother you guys wait in line. About 10 mins later you guys enter.”Straight to the floor!” Mina says excitedly running as she takes a shot. You and the others follow behind her dancing along to the beat.Feeling the beat you let the beat flow and just dance.You felt yourself get a little wavy so you decide to get some water from the bar.30 mins scroll by and you feel a little less wavy than before.Going back to the dance floor you and your friends dance to yall anthem song.

One song after another, you feel Mina grab your waist, but then you realize its not.Turning around you see him smiling creepily at you.”Wannaaa goo to myy place” he says putting his hand on your shoulders.You push his hand off your shoulders.”Dont fucking touch me” you say menacingly.He’ s suddenly dragged off by 2 guys, but you dont question it, things happen for a reason you say to yourself.You enjoy yourself for another 30 mins and It was time to get then.

You all walked out getting into a car and you were surrounded by all your drunk friends. You were done,You wished you were home, but wanting them to get home safe, you were the last to go home.

20 mins later

You get home and so irritated with the night you wanted to do something fun but what was their to do at 2am.Opening the front door.”Honey, Im home” you say all lights are off you turn them on to see Sunghoon sitting in his chair.”Undress” he says spreading his legs leaning back on his chair with his hand gesturing to you to undress.”huh” you say not sure if what he said was what he said.”I said undress” he says cocking his head to the side, smirking. Making you flustered and aroused by what he says you begin to undress slowly only into your bra and underwear.” Sunghoon a-are you mad?” you say because you had never seen this side of him.You were turned on by what he was doing, but you wanted to make sure everything was okay.”Look” he says leaning forward at your eye level.”No one can touch you besides me…Now get on your knees in front of me” he says running his hands through his hair.You get on your knees looking at him you could tell he was mad, you saw his veins popping out as well as the jaw thing he does sometimes.Then you remembered at the party, he had to have saw.

”When he got dragged away, that was you?” you say questioningly. “He’s dead”he says “dead, again Sunghoon you can't do this every time something happens.”You say getting up towards him.He stands up at the same time looking down onto you. “You belong to me, I didn't like how he touched you” he says, brushing his hand over your face.”But why were you watching me” you say crossing your arms.”To keep you safe, If something were to happen to you I would have peeled him alive, so he’s better dead” he says pressing his lips onto yours.You wanted to talk to him about this issue right then and their, but your mind went crazy after he went down to you neck kissing it.He looks so good in his suit you told yourself.He breaks away “tonight i'm going to ruin you” he says meeting your eyes.”You’ve been a bad girl,So tonights your punishment” he says.You bite your lip a little excited.”p-punishment “ you say feeling your face become red. You were never this sensitive, but Sunghoon made you drop your panties every time.He’s usually a lot sweeter and does what you want usually during sex but him taking control brought a different feeling you wanted to see fully.”Get on your knees” he says watching you get on your knees in front of him. Placing his hand on your chin and making you look at him he says “Now open your mouth for me” he says cocking his head.You open your mouth without hesitation as he begins to unbuckle his belt.He puts his cock into your mouth moving your lips a little with his fingers.You feel his cock hit the back of your throat.”Now if you be a good girl, I'll let you cum today” he says running his hands through your hair.You begin to gag on his dick as you look up you see his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he groans.pulling out he sits on his chair telling you to take off your underwear and lay onto him.Sitting on his lap you feel yourself becoming wetter than you are.He runs his hand down your spine unclipping your bra.Moving his hand to your waist he runs his hand down to your clit rubbing you.He notices how sensitive you are, as you begin to shake a little.”Do I make you feel good” he says whispering into your ear.”Is that why your so sensitive today?” he says as you feel him breathing onto your back. “Sunghoon y-you can't say that” you say heavily arching onto him as he plays with you , edging you on. He then pulls his hand away.”S-sung hoon why'd you stop” you say heavily. “The only way you're getting off is using my thigh," he says.”I-I “ you forget what you want to say panting by the suddenness.

So you go back and forth onto his leg, but it doesn't seem to work.”C-can you just put it in me”you say turning facing him.”baby, that's not how this works, fucking you today, will be your reward, so do as I say and you’ll get what you want baby” he says turning you back around and pushing you onto the floor.He bends you over pushing his hand down on your back making you arch.He then grabs your waist putting you on him,making you feel his bulge.”This, this is what you want baby, remember your goal” he says pulling away and standing up.Their was no way he could resist for so long.So you wanted to put him to the test.”Is that so?” you say turning walking towards him pushing his chest making him go to the wall. “Don't tempt me” he says grabbing your hand, cocking his face towards you with your lips and his barely apart. He grabs your arm moving you into the room near, pushing you onto the bed.”I want you to touch yourself in front of me” he says leaving you shocked,Your face becomes flushed with red because this would be so embarrassing.”Don't pretend to be so innocent, spread your legs for me”He says looking at you.Opening your legs you slide your hands down rubbing up and down you stuff two fingers inside you,you hold your moans.

You let out a small moan accidently.You look up to see if he heard you.Meeting his eyes you look back down hoping he had it heard.You start to rub your clitoris holding back as much as you could.He was your husband, but you couldn't explain the feeling of why you wanted to hold your moans.All of a sudden he grabs your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. You accidently let out a surprised moan.”Good girl, let me hear more of you” he says, holding the back of your neck causing you to moan laying down onto the bed.He places his hand sliding his hand down your thigh circling your clit.You flip you head back “Sunghoon d-don't stop” you say whimpering.”I didn't know you could be this sensitive” he says like he's observing you.he hits your spot “Cum for me baby” he says pressing down for you.The bed is soaked in seconds.”I'll be using the blindfold” he says making you sit up.Before you know it all you see is black.You feel your hands moved to the back of you being tied with something.You feel yourself turned over making your face into the bed with your ass in the air. A good minute passes by “Sunghoon?” you say embarrassed because your ass is just in the air.You feel your clitoris met by his tongue, with such suddenness you let out a squeal clenching your legs he prys them open still licking you down. You moan into the bed not being able to control them no longer and you feel his tongue inside you constantly.The sensation is so strong you feel yourself melt as he holds you up. He removes himself from you “Your thighs are shaking so much” he says you could hear the smirk of the way he said that.Turning your head to the side “S-sung hoon “ you say as your breath hitches.” I’d hold onto the bed frame if I were you” he says making you do so.Grabbing onto the frame, you feel him at your entrance as he goes in.

A cut off moan comes out as he enters you.Thrusting inside you, your moans are more like whimpers now as he goes deeper cutting your moans off completely as he pounds you senseless.You had lost yourself completely. Pulling out he flips you over facing him, taking the tie, he tied you up with off, and the blindfold. You see him breathing heavily with sweat coming off his hair dripping onto you as he shoots his cum on your breast collapsing onto you, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. Laying on his chest breathing hard he says “your mine, I don't share what I own remember that.”

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[keulixeutin]

A Little Bit of This (& A Little Bit of That)

a/n: i am so tired of rereading this thing.  i’ll probably have to come back an edit it again in a few days; i just gotta get this posted kajsdlfkja. is it ooc?  dog i don’t know but we doing what we can lmaooooo.  also, what city are they in??  yeah idk that either lolol. also also, have y'all see loweater's shinsou fanart? hot firstly. secondly i won't tag bc this is a smut story LOL but go check out their pretty pics man!! LASTLY i hope y'all enjoy this piece.

summary: you find your own little adventure after losing your group in the club.  shinsou x reader.

cw: 18+, smut, adult content, au, car sex, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, alcohol, shinsou refers to reader as angel and sometimes baby, some degradation, dirty talk, fingering.  inexperienced!reader. afab!reader.  she/her pronouns.  

word count: 7,136 words  

The club was dimly lit with atmospheric glows of reds and blues.  There was the occasional flash from the lights on the stage, flickering in time to the vibrating bass of the live band.  None of it was helpful to you though, more mood-setting than visual help.  Shadows still licked along the walls, obscuring the people swaying to the beat.  You couldn’t figure out where your roommate and her bachelorette party disappeared off to. 

You had gone to the bar to grab a drink; it had only taken a few minutes, but when you had returned to the exact spot you had left them, you found yourself alone in a sea of swaying strangers.  You sighed, running your hand through your curled hair.  It was fine, you reassured yourself.  As long as the bride was having fun, you didn’t mind catching up with them later.  Besides, you couldn’t keep up with their wild energy, and you had been internally begging for a chair to give your blistered feet a break for the last forty minutes. 

You turned around to make your way back toward the bar, hoping you could find an empty seat.  As you maneuvered through the crowd, someone stepped backward and bumped into you.  You only had time to catch his short blond hair coming into your vision, unable to avoid the collision. 

“Shit,” you muttered as your drink sloshed, spilling over the rim of your cup and dripping down your hand.  “Sorry!  Did it get on you?”

When you looked up to him, pretty blue eyes glinted back mischievously.  He said something, but his words were swept away with the pulsating music.

“Sorry, what?” you yelled back.

He leaned forward to be better heard; you felt wet lips and warm breath brushing against your hair as he tilted too close to your ear.  “I said, it’s fine. Getting spilled on is a risk you take inside clubs.”  

The feel of his words pressing against your curls and skin made an uncomfortable shiver slip down your spine.  Whatever curiosity had been flickering at the color of his eyes immediately extinguished.

You leaned away from him, as subtle as you could. “Very true,” you answered back.  Then, shooting him a polite smile, you turned to eagerly disappear into the crowd.

Abruptly, though, a firm grip on your wrist yanked you back.

“Hey, wait, wait,” he said, projecting his voice over the pulsing bass.  “Where are you going so fast?  Are you here alone?”

His hold had loosened as soon as he had your attention, allowing you to tug your hand easily out of his grip.  “I’m with a bachelorette group,” you responded, trying to maintain some type of distance despite the club being packed.  “And I really need to find them, so…”

“I’ll help,” he said, grinning.  “What do they look like?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine—I’ll—”

He reached out for you again, fingers brushing against the skin of your waist, exposed by the cut out panels of your black dress.  It was a cute detail when you had seen it online, but now you thought it was less cute, seeing as how a stranger was taking advantage of the easy access to your body—and how he wasn’t bothering to hide the long, lingering looks at your low cleavage.

“Let—” You flinched, stumbling backwards out of his reach and into something hard.  From behind you, an arm snaked around your midsection.  The dread that had been growing from the blond’s advancements suddenly shot into a heart-spiking fear as worst case scenarios passed through your mind—until you saw a left hand grab a hold of the blond’s wrist, keeping him from getting closer.

“I’ve been looking for you, angel—”  The voice, low and smooth, rumbled from above you, cutting through the intrusive thoughts and vibrating music.  

You looked up—past the hard chest peeking through an open, dark gray shirt, the thick neck with a simple silver chain, the shaved, sharp jaw—to the stranger’s half-grin and purple eyes.  He looked friendly enough, but his eyes were staring intensely at the blond.  He released his grip on him, but kept the other around your waist, still holding you loosely and gently even as he pressed you against him.

“Who’s your new friend?” His tone was relaxed despite the weight of his stare.

“I thought you said you were here with a bachelorette group,” the blond said to you, glancing at the new guy with irritation coating his tense smile.

So, they didn’t know each other?  Was it just luck that this person had come by and stepped in?  

The purple-haired stranger interrupted with an easy lie: “It’s a mixed group.” He tilted his head minutely, the shifting of it giving his once nonchalant smile a new pressure, as though he were daring the other to question him.  “And this one,” he continued, “is supposed to be my buddy for the night, but she always slips away so quickly.  You should really let me know when you’re running off, angel.”

You glanced between them, analyzing the situation, the stakes, the risks—the feel of one hand that stayed loose around your waist and the memory of the other one that had tightened against your skin.

You mustered a sheepish smile; you weren’t the best at lying (your face gave too much away), but you hoped the shadows hid whatever uncertainty was present in your cheeks.  “…Sorry,” you finally said.  “I’ll be sure to tell you next time.”  You looked back to the blond.  “Thanks for the offer anyways.”

The blond didn’t answer right away, still suspicious of the new man’s appearance and trying to figure out if there was anything he could do about those suspicions.  Ultimately, though, the only other play left was a retreat, so he simply said to you, “Come find me if you get lost again,” and then turned and waded through the sea.

You absolutely would not, you thought to yourself, letting out a sigh of relief.

As you were about to thank your hero, you felt him shift his hold from an arm around your waist to a hand on your hip.  He leaned toward your ear, keeping distance between his mouth and your hair, unlike the other guy, and said, “Sorry for my hand still on you, but he’s still watching.  Third window from the door.”

Of course he was, you thought.

A hand squeezed your side gently.  “It’ll be fine,” the purple-haired stranger said, giving you a reassuring smile.  “You’re heading toward the bar, right?  I’ll go with you.  Got a seat saved.” He stepped behind you and placed both hands—light, calloused, and warm—on your exposed waist.  You were suddenly very aware of the size of his hands, the breadth of his chest hovering behind you, and the light sparks that suddenly danced up your back, originating from the warmth of his hold.

You let him maneuver you through the crowd to the barstool against the wall.  He raised a hand in thanks to the bartender that tilted his head toward the empty seat.

“Sit,” he said, and because your feet were aching so badly, you disregarded your need to decline several times before accepting, taking the seat instantly with a a grateful sigh at the weight and pressure lifting from your bruised feet.

“God, thank you,” you muttered, resisting the urge to take off your suede heels and massage your pulsing toes.

“It’s just Shinsou,” he said with a cheeky grin, and it took you a second to understand the joke.

He leaned forward against the counter, grabbing the attention of the dark-haired bartender to request a drink.  They chit-chatted for a bit, seemingly friends, and it gave you the chance to fully take in your hero as you sipped on your watered down mojito.  Logically, you knew that the bar was brighter so that the bartenders could effectively make drinks, but you felt as though the universe was spotlighting Shinsou just for you.  

(The thought was embarrassing, maybe a little cringe-inducing, too, but that didn’t stop you from looking anyway.)

He had broad shoulders and he was lean, as far as you could see from his half-buttoned shirt (as far as you could remember, being pressed against his chest moments before).  He was dressed well; you particularly liked his jewelry, the chain around his neck and the dangling earrings.  His face was handsome, too, the chiseled jaw, the high cheek bones, the messy hair.  

But what made him really handsome, what cemented your interest and curiosity, was how he held himself.  He had a calm presence and a confident posture, neither a straightened back from nerves nor a curled spine from fear.  There was a fluidness in the way he filled the space, shifting his movements like water filling a cup, touching every part around him without the fear that he was taking too much space.  It was a surety that you yourself had been chasing for years.

It showed in his easy smile, too.  It wasn’t a trait you had ever given though to, but Shinsou’s lopsided grin had stayed on his face during the interaction with the blond and after, unwavering, and you found that—captivating.  He looked like he was in on a joke that no one else was privy to, one between him and god—or the devil.

When he turned to look at you after the bartender turned around to make his drink, your breath caught in your throat. His gaze was intense—not fierce or piercing, but heightened, sharp—secretive even, if the soft shadows under his eyes were any indication.  He looked aware and watchful, but unbothered and untroubled, like he knew the effect he had on others but simply didn’t carel.

His brow shifting upwards in curiosity and his smile tilting into a full smirk made you realize that you had been staring at him quietly for too long.

“Got something on my face?” Shinsou asked, amused.

“No, I was just”—you scrambled for a reason—“realizing that I actually never gave you my name.”

He didn’t say anything.  It took you a flustering amount of time to register that he was waiting for you to then say your name.

“…Which is [Name],” you finally said, clearing your throat.  “That was…super awkward, sorry.”

He laughed.  The sound was nice, sending goosebumps down the line of your spine.  Too bad he was laughing at you.  You mentally berated yourself.

The bartender came back and slid two drinks in front of Shinsou, who then passed one over to you.

“Rum and coke,” he said.

You didn’t want to tell him that you needed extra coke with this, not after he had just laughed at you, so you resisted the reluctant grimace and simply thanked him.

“So, you’re here for a bachelorette party?” he asked.

You nodded, pushing your mojito to the side and taking a small sip of your new drink—god, more coke would be better.  “Yeah, my roommate’s,” you responded.  “A whole group of twelve other girls that I somehow lost.”

He seemed to have noticed something in your tone and said, “Not your friends?”

You gave a guilty grin.  “They’re all her high school friends.”  You tried to keep your tone light, not wanting to sound bratty.  “All of them have known each other for years, and I’m not super used to clubbing, so it’s been hard to keep up with them…  It’s fine, though!  As long as the bride’s having fun, it doesn’t matter if I get lost a few times in the crowd.”  You wondered if that was as long-winded as it sounded to your ears. “…Um, so, are you here for anything in particular?” 

“I flew in for a friend’s birthday,” he replied.  “He’s dancing with someone near the stage.”

“Oh, fun,” you said weakly.  You took another sip of your drink, swallowed both the bitterness and the wince, and wondered if this was the extent of your conversational skills.  You had been wearing your social hat all day for your roommate’s friends, so maybe you could blame your social stumbling on that—and the fact that Shinsou was more intimidating than you had expected.  

Not that he had done anything to make you scared—just that he was overwhelmingly attractive, and you were pretty sure people didn’t make friends in clubs. You were wildly unprepared to handle all of that, all of this.  Everyone always hoped for a fun story, but you never thought you’d be so ill-equipped should it ever happen.

He didn’t say anything more, opting to look at you instead.  You tried to match his stare, but you felt warm under the heat of his eyes and ended up looking away. 

“You’re not as I thought you’d be,” Shinsou remarked suddenly.

This wasn’t a conversation that you were used to having, but one you were aware of.  You knew he was trying to reconcile how you looked—dark lipstick, low cleavage, mini-dress—with how you acted—hesitant, awkward, inexperienced.  He would probably leave soon; they usually did, after realizing that you didn’t match whatever energy you were putting out.

“Right, less interesting?” you said, relying on your habit of self-deprecation to avoid hurt feelings.

“Less…shy.”

It wasn’t a bad word, but you had never been called that before, not since high school, and you didn’t know why it bothered you so much.  “I’m not really shy.”  You tried not to sound defensive, but you could hear the way your tone betrayed your intent.  “I mean—I wouldn’t consider myself to be.”

His hand slid across the table toward you, inches from your hands cupping your glass, but he didn’t touch you.  “I didn’t mean it offensively,” he said.  “I meant that I thought the way you’re dressed is different from how you act.”

You cleared your throat.  “I’m confident in myself.  Generally.”  You glanced at him.  He was still looking at you.  You felt self-conscious before, but now you were on another level of distressingly aware.  “I just don’t have as many experiences as other people, so sometimes I come off, um, weird.”  

You felt your self-esteem take a hit, starting to compare yourself to the other people around you—and then you you steeled yourself, forcibly interrupting your own spiral.

This was not the first time you had said something off-putting in front of people, and he was not the first cute guy you had done it to either.  This was fine, and if it wasn’t fine, it would be fine. 

You took a longer sip from your drink, calming your nerves.

You weren’t in high school anymore.  You weren’t going to whip yourself for feeling unsure.  You were just as glamorous as the rest of the women around you; maybe you weren’t as experienced, but that was okay.  You weren’t ashamed—just a little embarrassed whenever the light was shined on you.

Maybe a lot embarrassed, but no matter.

The hand that had been in your peripheral suddenly moved into your line of sight, his fingers looping around your wrist.

“Yeah…I should probably clarify, angel,” Shinsou announced, “that I think it’s cute, not weird.”

“Oh.”  

Well, that was a bonus.  

And an ego boost.  

The back of your neck tingled from both his declaration and pet name for you.   

Shinsou released your wrist and shifted to lean his back against the counter.  You noted that, in swapping positions, he had closed the few inches between where he was standing and where you were sitting.  Your knee buzzed as his shirt tickled your leg every time he adjusted or breathed, and you realized that the new angle allowed you to see further into his shirt.  You couldn’t help but cast a glance at the new skin, see a glinting piece of metal against a brown nipple.

Ah, maybe you shouldn’t have looked.

Your cheeks warmed; your stomach flipped.  

When you flickered your eyes back up to him and saw a tilted chin and a tilted smile, you wondered if he had done that on purpose.

He was different than how he looked, too, you thought.

“So,” Shinsou began, “since we’re confessing things, I’ll admit that I had a secondary motive for helping you out.”

He paused, as though savoring the sight of your stilled chest as you held your breath for his confession. 

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said.  “And I was tired of watching you talk to him.”

The redness of your cheeks expanded to your ears and the back of your neck.

“It was only two minutes,” you said.

Shinsou sighed exaggeratedly.  “And those two minutes were exhausting.”

You laughed.  Any previous awkwardness of the conversation (or awkwardness you had conjured in your mind) slowly melted away with his admission.  “Your confession is more interesting than mine, actually.  More relevant, too.  And shorter.”

“Mhm, and what about sufficient?” he asked.  At your confused look, he continued, “I’m trying to convince you that I’d like to kiss you.”

Instinctively, you bit your bottom lip.  

“Um, sure, yes.”  At the feel of the small, creeping anxiety of watching him leaning in, you said quickly, “I feel really obligated to say the whole making-out thing is part of the inexperience.”

Shinsou still entered your space as though he had been waiting for this moment the entire conversation and nothing—not even your hurried divulgence—would stop him. He tucked the disobedient curl of your hair behind your ear and then tangled his fingers into the rest of your strands, gently gripping the back of your head.  Your heart was beating rapid-fire in your chest as you let him angle your head the way he wanted.

“How much have you done?” he asked.  His breath, tinged with mint and alcohol, and his purple eyes, darkening as he looked down at you, sent chills down your back.

“Everything, I guess,” you answered—abashedly—excitedly—softly.  “I mean, I’m not a virgin.”

Shinsou didn’t say it, but you could see in the teasing glint of his purple irises that he was laughing at you, that he could show you how little of everything you knew.

He closed the distance with a soft press of his lips against yours.  It was a kiss that was slow and chaste, like he was testing the waters, like he was holding the smallest wildflower in the large palm of his coarse hands.  His free hand danced faintly over your body, following the edge of your dress down your cleavage, down to your uncovered waist, down to rest on the little peek of your thigh at the end of the hemline.  

He pulled back a few seconds later, checking your face for any signs of discomfort. 

Your face was hot. Underneath the sharp mint and bitter alcohol was the boyish citrus musk of his cologne, wrapping around your senses in a dizzying manner.  

“You alright, angel?” he asked.  So close to him, you caught the way his voice ended in husky notes.  Your gripped the edges of the stool in anticipation, thinking that, of all the men you had dated or kissed, you hadn’t felt this type of stirring electricity before.

“I’m not that much of a prude,” you said, trying for a light comment.

“Oh, so you are a bit of one?”

You made a face. You should’ve worded that better if you were trying to avoid turning even redder, you thought.  Still, feeling emboldened, you were determined to maintain eye contact, to show him that you were interested, that you were interesting, that there were things you had done and things you wouldn’t mind doing—but you, once again, buckled under the intensity of his violet gaze.

You heard him chuckle.

“Dress like this but act like that,” he said, more to himself than to you.

The hand that had been tangled in your hair pressed against your lower back, nudging you to the edge of your seat so he could stand slotted between your legs.  Seeing Shinsou lean in for another kiss, you angle yourself toward him and closed your eyes—but then a second went by where you could smell his scent but not taste it. When you opened your eyes to check, you found him staring with a quiet laugh at your puckered lips.

Shinsou closed the centimeters with a firm kiss before you could voice your complaints. His tongue traced your lips and probed the boundaries, and then he crossed them, the slick appendage dipping behind your lips and teeth.  You reached out to touch his chest carefully; the muscle flexed under your caressing, and the surprised noise you made—somewhere between a strangled gasp and groan—was eagerly swallowed.

Fingers slowly ghosted up the inside of your thigh, higher and higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.  His thumb brushed over your clothed clit, and you trembled under the anticipation, under his tantalizing scent, his consuming kiss, his contracting muscles.  The noise of the world around you, the background conversations humming under the loud bass, fading into a hazy muffle.

He kissed your jaw down your neck, latching onto a space that had you wanting to writhe and squeeze your legs together. When he hooked his fingers through your underwear, purposely rubbing at your heated skin with his knuckles as he did so, a moan fell from your lips.  

“You wanna come back to my hotel room?” he asked.  He nosed against the smooth expanse of your neck, inhaling your skin and floral perfume; you hoped the scent was just as dizzying to him.

“I don’t think I should leave the bachelorette party,” you muttered.  Even though you couldn’t even find them, you thought reluctantly.

“Well, angel,” Shinsou said, “I have a Plan B, if you’re interested.”

“You’re not going to tell me what the Plan B is, are you?”

With his hand still under your dress, rubbing circles against your thigh, he pulled out his phone and said, “No.”

&&

Moments later, Shinsou helped you down from the stool and took your hand to lead you through the crowd.  The two of you passed by the blond near the exit, to whom Shinsou winked cheekily.  You also caught sight of one of your roommate’s friends (of course it would be now, you thought).  You made eye contact with her; her brows shot high into her forehead as you did an awkward wave before exiting the club.

The night sky was filled with a late summer heat and the booming bass from all of the clubs crowded onto that street.  Groups of bachelors, bachelorettes, visitors, and townspeople intermingled throughout the shadows, cups and cigarettes in their hands as they made their way from one end of the block to the other, searching for flesh and fervor.

Shinsou glanced down at the Uber app on his phone and then scanned the parked cars, finding a black SUV some feet away.  Still holding onto your hand, he led you toward it, opening the back passenger side and sticking his head in.

“Hey,” Shinsou said.  “$100 for you to just park your car in a less crowded location.”

You tried to keep the surprise off your face.  You had a risqué memory in the back seat of a tiny Honda, but you had a distinct suspicion that this Plan B would quickly eclipse that.

The driver didn’t look up from the game he was playing on his phone.  “$150,” he countered, voice low and raspy like he had been screaming all day.

“$120,” Shinsou said.

There was a pause.  Finally, the driver looked up from his phone and turned to Shinsou, eyes finally landing on you.  He had a black jacket with the hood up, but beneath the shadows, glowing red eyes looked you up and down.

“$120,” the driver agreed in his cracked voice. “And I get to watch.”

You stiffened.

If you were Shinsou, you would’ve laughed, too, when you had answered him everything.

“Up to you, angel,” he said.

“Um.”

You felt warmer than the night air under the stranger’s scrutiny and Shinsou waiting.  You wanted to—and that thought surprised you, even scared you a little.  Was it bad that you wanted to?  Or—did you want to because you were truthfully interested in an experience like this, or were you just trying to impress a pretty face?  Or were you trying to prove something to yourself, to your roommate’s friend that had watched you leave with wide, disbelieving eyes, prove that you weren’t just dressing like this and acting like that.

“Hey.”  Shinsou’s voice shook you out of your thoughts.  He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he maneuvered hs body to block the driver’s impatient, crimson stare.  He kissed the top of your head, the move affectionate and comforting.  “It’s whatever you want—don’t think about it so much,” he murmured.  He gave you a tilted smile.  “I like that you’re a little bit of this and that.”

You bit back the instinct to say that he didn’t know you, that he couldn’t know what this and that were, because for the short time you had spoken to him, you could already see in the dark lavender gleam of his eyes what he would say—that, though he didn’t know you well, he liked what he found; that, though he didn’t know you truly, he knew you enough.

“This is embarrassing,” you muttered.

“This is hot,” Shinsou corrected.

“This is dragging,” the driver complained.  “Hurry up, or I’m kicking your request off the app.”

You took a deep breath, feeling reckless and red and hot and heavy, and you blurted out, “Okay.  Okay, let’s—let’s go for it, fuck it…!”

Shinsou laughed.  “The dress is starting to make sense,” he teased, letting you climb in first.  He dug his wallet out of his pocket, flung a wad of cash at the driver, and then followed in behind you, slamming the door shut.

The SUV was clean with old, leather interiors.  There were two back passenger seats; the third, middle one had been folded downloading to the back of the SUV.  It wasn’t a bed—or comfortable—by any means, but it’d get the job done.

As the car drove off without any warning, you fell forward into the back area, hands out to keep from falling onto your face.  The moment you turned around to try and get a grasp of your balance, Shinsou’s large body encompassed yours, his mouth pressing heated kisses against your neck, traveling down your to your collarbones, down to the swell of your breasts where he lingered and licked and sucked, leaving marks that you wouldn’t be able to ignore in the morning. 

Your rolled your head back, ignoring the pain that erupted from hitting the ground haphazardly.  Shinsou didn’t bother with the buttons at the back of your dress, opting instead to slip your breasts out of their fabric constraints.  As soon as the new skin was exposed, his hands and mouth were on you, exploring with his teeth and tongue, searching for all the places that had you whimpering and pulling his hair, for all the places that had him groaning in anticipation. A chorus of sighs left your lips, filling the vehicle with hot breaths and fast pants.  You hadn’t realized that the car had stopped until that moment, arching your back to press your chest further into his face as he worked you like an easy instrument.

In a daze of hot ecstasy and pleasure, you barely registered Shinsou pulling off your underwear and throwing it somewhere behind him.

“Come here,” he murmured.  He climbed over you, helping you shift positions; he sat with his back against the car and with you sitting in between his legs, facing the front.  At this angle, you could see the driver’s red eyes in the rearview mirror, and you immediately remembered the deal.  The sight of him staring at you—watching you—sent an exhilarated heat down to the wetness between your legs.

“You like this?” Shinsou whispered.  His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of your ear, sending vibrations down your spine.  “You like him watching?”

Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide with lust and an excitement for something you didn’t know could turn you on.  You didn’t know how to answer, weren’t sure if anything you could say would effectively convey whatever emotion this was, so you opted to stay quiet, attention desperately glued to the driver who reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock, glistening under a street light.  There was still the feel of thundering music around you, muffled by distance and metal, but you could still hear footsteps and movements and chattering conversations.  The knowledge that you could be discovered—that there could be more watching—only made you warmer.

Both of Shinsou’s hands palmed your breasts, pinched and twisted your nipples.  He was making it a show, you distantly realized through the cloud of pleasure; he was showing the driver how his fingers sank into your skin, how he gripped the fleshy mounds, how there were already bruises and red marks and slick saliva across the entirety of your chest.  

“Spread your legs for him, angel,” Shinsou said, nipping at your shoulder.  

Slowly, you bent your legs and spread them apart.

“A little more—that’s it.  That’s a good girl.”  His tongue flickered up your neck to your ear where his mouth latched onto your lobe, sucking it into the a heated and wet cavern.

“You want me to touch your cunt, baby?” Shinsou whispered.  The word was strong and vulgar, sending a flush of desire down to your already dripping core.  “Hmm?” 

You watched the driver start pumping himself.

One of Shinsou’s hands slid down your body, putting pressure against you as he mapped out a path to your pulsing cunt.  “So quiet,” he remarked.  He gripped a handful of fabric and pulled your dress up to your waist, revealing all of you to the driver who you saw clench his jaw and heard grunt a swear.  

You swallowed a moan, suddenly aware of the rise of an uncomfortable and unknown guilt, one you didn’t know had been cultivated somewhere in your life, pitted against your growing arousal.  “I—”

“It’s okay,” Shinsou murmured, as if hearing the lustful confusion in the high pitch of your voice.  “You don’t have to say anything.  You can just be loud.”  Shinsou nipped at your cheek.  “We don’t have go all the way.  A little bit of this and that is fine.”

“I’m—”  You swallowed a thick lump; you didn’t know if you were about to complain or agree or just plead for him to continue, but you closed your eyes, let your neck relax as you leaned back against Shinsou, feeling his hardness against your backside, the steady beating inside his chest.  He kissed your neck gently—tenderly—patiently.  You were surrounded by the smell of weed and old leather and unknown cologne in the car, intermingling with the circle made of your floral perfume and Shinsou’s citrus scent.  You could hear your rapid heartbeat, your own shallow panting, and beneath it, you could still hear the soft grunts from the front of the car and the desperate sighing of Shinsou breathing against your neck, even as he waited patiently.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, feeling your lust and longing overtaking whatever hesitation had been placed inside you years ago.  “I want—more.”  You reached back to reassuringly tangle your fingers into his soft locks.  

He kissed your cheek.  “This goes on for as long as you’re okay with it,” he reminded you.

The hand that had waited against the bunched up fabric of your dress finally dipped down to its destination, paying a visit to your twitching clit.  You shifted and jerked, arching your back against his hold as you felt his other hand reach in between your legs, fingers probing at your slick tightness.  Every gasp and movement and stiffening of your body jerked and jolted your breasts, and the driver’s dark red eyes drank you in thirstily. He made eye contact with you, and you found that you couldn’t break it, mesmerized by how much you felt craved and exposed between the two men.

Shinsou whispered in your ear as one finger entered you.  “Look, baby, he likes the show.  Fucking loves it.  He’s imagining himself touching you like I am”—another finger entered you as the pressured circling of your clit intensified, eliciting a frenzied whine from your lips—“imagining that it’s his fingers knuckle deep in your sopping cunt.  God, just listen to you—make that sound for him again—yes, that one, god fuck—”

You felt a third finger slip inside you, your walls trembling to shift and accommodate his thick, coarse fingers.  The car filled with the lewd nosies of his fingers pumping in and out of your wetness, the sound of your pants and cries steadily growing louder as you pulled farther and farther away as you lost yourself in Shinsou’s expert attention.

“Dressed like a fucking slut, but you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?  So sweet and innocent, so good.  You gonna cum for me, angel?  Fuck…” He was rutting into your back, biting needily onto your shoulder.  “Fuck…!”  Your walls pulsed and tightened around his fingers, three curling his name inside your walls with a fourth probing outside still.  You were dizzy from the pleasure, dizzy from his words, dizzy from his smell, from the way he held onto you so desperately as if there weren’t anything else but this, nothing else but you and the way you arched and panted and chanted his name. 

Your climax was building quickly. Every touch, every obscene word whispered against your skin, every press and rub  and sound of his fingers inside of you, against you, your whimpering and the driver’s grunting and Shinsou whispering hotly and feverishly in your ear—you were climbing farther and farther into a blinding whiteness, reaching the peak of your pleasure.  Shinsou bit down on your neck, quickening his movements to push you father, raise you higher. Your walls pulsed and tightened around his fingers, but it’s the way Shinsou groaned against your skin—dazed and dazzled from your smell, from both your cunt and your desperate hands squeezing him—that made you come and fall with a tight shutting of your eyes and a loud cry, louder than you’d ever been with any of your partners.

There was no break, though, no pause to catch your breath.  At your next inhale, you were jolted, feverishly shifted to fit a hard body between your legs.  You opened your eyes to see Shinsou’s face close to yours, his lopsided grin having been replaced by an urgently frantic need.

“Sorry, angel,” he grunted, undoing his belt and zipper.  “I wanted to tease you some more, but I’m gonna fucking lose it if I wait any longer…”

He leaned forward to kiss you, taking both your breath and your sanity away.  You felt him at your entrance, still sensitive and coming down from your orgasm.

“I’ll pull out.  Didn’t expect to meet anyone as interesting as you tonight,” he said by way of an explanation.  His finger brushed against your swollen and twitching clit.  “Ready for round two?”

Feeling emboldened, you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and said, “I’ve never cummed twice before.”

He smirked.  He looked handsome with his ruffled hair falling into his eyes.  “Is that a challenge?” he mused.

“More like—setting expectations,” you remarked cheekily. 

You gasped suddenly as he pressed into you, pushing through the tense ring that, though wet with pleasure, was still tight and aching.

“So mouthy,” he whispered, grinning smugly at your reaction.  “We’ll see how long you can keep that up, [Name].”

Him using your actual name sent butterflies in your stomach, but the feeling was quickly replaced with another growing heat in your lower belly as he pushed further into you, playing with red and puffed nub to help ease the process.  You were still so sensitive, though, and you instinctively shuddered and writhed.  He gripped your thigh fiercely to keep you still and close, right beneath him, right where he wanted you to be so that he could see every open mouth gasp and fluttering lash as he pushed further inside you.

“Shinsou—” you gasped out his name, and he still managed a self-satisfied chuckle.  He leaned over you, sucking on the meat of your breast as he shifted the last few inches needed to fully fill you up.  You whimpered at the feel of his veins vibrating against your stretched-out walls, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head.

“This view’s all for me,” he whispered.  

You gripped his shoulder as he started to rock his hips.

“God, you feel so good,” he muttered.  “Shit…”

You opened your eyes, hearing the adoration and strain in his low tone, and your stomach did multiple flips.  He was staring right at your face, eyes flickering between watching himself enter you and watching your hazy, needy expressions, obsessively honing in on your parted lips as you let out throaty exhales with every move of his hips.

Despite the cramped interior of the car, Shinsou shifted your legs against him as best as he could, sinking further into you with a pleased grunt.  The position wasn’t the most comfortable; your legs burned with his weight and you wanted nothing more than to have the open space to writhe and grip at heated sheets, but the feel of being filled, his hand still rubbing against your clit, his intense gaze and groans and murmurs, the words dirty and degrading and hot, helped push you toward another climax along the steady strokes of his cock impale you with a quickening speed.

“Nothing smart to say now, huh?” he said, shifting his hips just so to get you to make that noise again, the gasping and guttural one that he and the driver liked so much.  When you felt him brush against that spot inside you, the moan fell from your lips, and Shinsou gripped your legs to and pressed against that spot again and again and again, listening to that moan like it were his favorite song.

“Fuck, you’re so tight—you want to cum on my cock so bad, don’t you, baby?  Wore this dressed because you wanted to get fucked in the back seat of a car, huh?”  He was lost in chasing after his own pleasure; the words spilled mindlessly from his lips.  What had been initially said to rile you up was now for him to reach his own high.  Your walls squeezed and tightened around him, your second climaxing approaching quickly as you trembled beneath him.  “You feel so good, angel—shit…!”

With him swearing and muttering in pleasure, pumping in and out of you, with your hand snaked in between your bodies, providing tense rubs against your clit, you saw white and stars. With a final cry, your walls spasmed around his cock, and you came, hotter and heavier than the first time.

Shinsou pressed hs mouth against yours to get one last piece of you as he abruptly pulled out and came onto your thigh, the seed dripping down your leg and onto the car.

It sounded like the driver came too, as the three of you were heaving in the dimness of the car. 

As you slowly caught your breath, you opened your eyes, letting your vision adjust to the dim light.  You could see Shinsou’s tiled grin, so close to you.  He leaned forward to kiss you gently, one hand holding himself up so he didn’t crush you with his weight and the other against your thigh, smearing his cum against your skin.

“Did you have fun?” he whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your chin, your cheek, the sweet spot beneath your ear.

“Yes,” you responded, voice still husky.

He chuckled. “You better stop that or I’ll give him another buck-twenty,” he teased.

“Hey,” the driver interrupted, “I’m dropping off you off.”  The car began to move, and you saw the familiar lights and buildings as he took the two of you back to the club, giving you no time to bask in your post-sex haze.

You didn’t feel like you were in a decent enough state to go into a crowded public space again, but you know the bachelorette party was still there—and there was something hot about being in the club with your dress barely covering the paint of cum on your thigh. 

Shinsou pushed himself off of you and sat on the passenger seat.  He zipped himself back into his pants but kept his shirt open, more interested in unabashedly watching you tuck your breasts back behind thin fabric and wipe off some of the dripping cum with your dress.  You looked around for your underwear, but didn’t find it—your eyes glanced to the driver.

“Consider it tip,” Shinsou muttered with a snicker.

The car stopped, signaling your arrival.  You stepped out, feeling the driver’s gaze on your legs, but he drove off without another word. 

You stood on the street in front of the club and avoided other people’s gazes. You probably looked a mess, you thought, smudged make up, ruffled dress, disheveled curls, standing beside a man with an open shirt and lipstick markings—but you found you didn’t care.  You were warm, and satisfied, and pleased.You probably looked a mess, you thought, smudged make up, ruffled dress, disheveled curls, standing beside a man with an open shirt and lipstick markings—but you found you didn’t care.  You were warm, and satisfied, and pleased.

“You okay?” Shinsou asked, touching your arm gently.

“Yes—yeah.”  You flushed.  “It was fun.  I enjoyed it.”

He grinned, and it wasn’t a crooked one.  “Good.  What’s your number, angel?”

You gave it to him, stomach lighting up with butterflies at the intensity of his attraction to you—the intensity of your attraction to him.  He texted you his name so that you could save it—Hitoshi. His first name was pretty.

“When do you leave?” he asked.

“Two days.  I have the afternoon flight.”

“I have an evening flight that day.  If you want, we can do this again.”

“…Maybe a little bit of something else, too?” you said.  “I…know of a cute brunch place, nearby our hotel.”

Shinsou smiled, another uncrooked and even one that had you smiling back.  He pulled you in for another kiss, tasting the sweetness of his name on your tongue.  “Okay.  I’ll call you,” he said.  “Go back inside before I call that Uber back.”

Shinsou answered his buzzing phone as you walked away and entered the club.  The bachelorette group had caught you as soon as you arrived, pulling you aside to demand an explanation and call for community shots as congratulations. You laughed as they berated and interrogated you, feeling, for once, just as wild as them.

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[themonstermatch]

The Healer's Revenge

This one's a bit darker than my usual, so read the warnings! Based on this image by NinjaKitty.

CW: tentacles, revenge, noncon, transformation, sluttification, mtf gender transformation (tgtf), implied f/f content

(tldr: a long-suffering healer finds a book that turns her abusive party members into fertile (female) vessels for a hungry tentacle monster)

Kali was tired of her party always treating her like crap. Tarn, Salz, and Orin were always snatching glances at her breasts. Making lewd comments whenever they were questing together. And don't get her started on what happened if she didn't heal their party fast enough or well enough.

Put simply, to these three aggressive men, everything was her fault and they would make her pay. Regularly.

She didn't want to be their heal slut anymore, so she hatched a plan...

The Tentaculum. A forbidden tome that summoned tentacles from the Void itself. But not only that, it was said to transform its prey into the most fertile vessels possible...

She lured her party into the dungeon with false promises of treasure, but the fools led her right to the book itself. And when she picked it up and began to read, it worked even faster and more lewdly than she ever dreamed.

Instantly their clothes disappeared as tentacle after tentacle shot out from the book. Kali felt her breasts swell, her nipples harden. But she wasn't the only one...

There, in front of her very eyes, the three men who made Kali's life hell were transforming. Into the curviest, sluttiest women she'd ever seen in her life.

Fuck. Talk about having your cake and eating it too. As she watched the tentacles ravish her transformed party members, she felt a strange sense of justice. But it was more than that, too. Pure, unfettered arousal shot through her body.

The long legs and fat tits of her previous party members looked oh so enticing in this light. Especially when they were getting stuffed in every hole with horny tentacles. Kali wanted to remember their wanton moans forever.

And maybe after the tentacles were done, she'd take a turn too.

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