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binsito · 8 months

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disk 2.0

part one is here!

pairing: bf!bang chan x fem reader x perv!changbin

word count: 3.0k (my longest fic this far AGhhh)

synopsis: changbin knows he should return what he wrongfully stole but he can't help but want to steal another one of chris' cds..

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, swearing, usage of the word "cockslut", "daddy", "babygirl", "good girl", "princess", "sweetie", mentions of masturbating, some fingering (f receiving), mentions of alcohol and consumption (they just crack open a cold one), little bit of oral (f & m receiving), breeding, chan is sharing his gf with changbin, filming/usage of a camera, voyeurism/exhibitionism dynamics, cuckolding lowkey??, degradation, humiliation, shame.. i think that's it but idk man they be fuckin!

put the cd back.

simple.

that's all changbin had to do.

put the cd back and act like nothing ever happened, like he didn't watch chris fuck the shit out of his girlfriend.

like he didn't see her puffy cunt ooze with his cum, like he didn't hear the pretty moans she let out for her "daddy", like he didn't see chris bring his heavy hand to her ass cheek, marking her so prettily as he pumped into her from behind with his thick cock.

chris would never know a thing, would never even notice the cd was gone in the first place, changbin was going to toss it back where he found it and take this little secret with him to the grave.

it seemed so easy.

it almost made changbin giggle how fucking effortless it was going to be.

absolutely fool-proof.

he was getting away with such a sneaky little deed, if it was this easy, why didn't he just take another? channie had so many.. he had probably forgotten about them anyways.. they were thrown in a box so carelessly, for god's sake. it wouldn't hurt to just take another..

he had to control the twitching in his cock as he walked into chris' apartment, disk buried in the pouch of his hoodie as he greeted his friend.

he welcomed him in so casually and changbin couldn't help but stiffen in his pants, tugging his hoodie down discreetly to hide his growing erection.

however, as he carried a conversation with his friend, he felt ashamed, guilt washing over him at all the dirty things he had thought about chris and his girlfriend. he knew he shouldn't take another cd, he should leave them as is and never pull that stunt again but he was far too gone, wasn't he?

if he was going to be a pervert, might as well commit to it, right? he already had his mind set on taking another one, had already imagined what could possibly be on another video and he would be incredibly disappointed if he backed out last minute like a wimp.

so as they started moving the last couple of boxes, changbin was bubbling with excitement knowing he would soon have the opportunity to nab another cd as soon as chris would turn away and give him a second alone.

a second was all he needed.

he wasn't going to be picky, any of the cds from chris' collection would make changbin a very, very happy man.

he would be content with whatever he could get, anything would do.

when chris tells him he's going to the bathroom real quick, changbin has to act like he's not fucking elated, like he almost didn't jump up and cheer.

he had to be cool.

had to be quick.

discreet.

sneaky.

he waited until chris was out of sight and quickly started looking for the box, however much to his dismay, it was no longer among the other boxes.

it was gone.

chris had probably packed it up already on his own, maybe it was in the truck, maybe he had given them over to his girlfriend?

changbin felt like he could collapse.

his excitement fizzling down to disappointment and frustration.

at least he could keep and rewatch the one he already had but he was just so greedy, he wanted to be nosey and see what else chris was hiding.

dammit. he thought angrily, he was so close, fingertips grazing his sweet little prize only to have it ripped from his hands.

he could cry.

he tried pretending like everything was alright once chris was back, helping him continue to load up the truck and carry all his music equipment safely.

a smile on his face as he chatted with chris while he was internally screaming, wishing chan had left the box out again like he previously had.

"bin, you should come over once i settle in to check out the new place yeah? i'll cook, i know you won't turn that down." chris giggles changbin smiled and nodded "of course man, i'd love to come over." "perfect, next friday yeah? it'll motivate me to actually unpack and get shit organized for a guest."

"sounds good, i'll be there."

but what changbin hadn't expected when he came over that friday was for chris to have company.

his pretty girlfriend sitting on the couch with a smile.

you greeted him and gestured for him to sit down. "welcome! how are you? i haven't seen you since that trip we all took over the summer."

changbin tried pushing down any thoughts he was having about you, how pretty you sound talking to him, how much prettier you would sound gagging on some cock.

his cock, preferably.

but you were chris' girlfriend so that would be off limits.

you kept a steady conversation with him as chris came back out from the kitchen, smiling and handing changbin a beer.

"how's the place? you like it? she helped me clean up nicely, got rid of all that dust and shit" he sat next to you, arm around you as he sipped his own beer.

"yeah the place looks great, chris. congrats." changbin smiled at his friend.

"hope you're hungry, we made some delicious pasta from scratch."

"we?" you spoke up and giggled

chan just laughed, knowing he tried to help but just made a mess so instead you had him wash dishes.

"dinner should be ready in about an hour. i prepared dessert too" you spoke up "oh thank you, i knew chan wasn't going to be the one fixing us a meal" changbin joked.

"he's getting better, no more burnt chicken. just needs to clean up after himself and be more careful"

chris just smiled and kissed your forehead softly, he loved you so much. you made him incredibly happy and he loved showing his affection towards you openly, especially around other people.

changbin was no exception.

"baby why don't we put on a movie or something while we wait?" "oh, sure!" you wiggled out of his grip and walked over to the tv, grabbing the remote to turn it on

"i think you'll like this movie bin, not sure if you've seen it yet" chris said

"what movie is it?" he asked but chris just smiled at him, letting the video buffer as you took your seat next to him again.

the video loaded and changbin's eyes widen as soon as he saw what was on the screen. beer almost spilling all over him as he watched you in pretty lingerie that had been carelessly ripped by chris, sprawled out for the camera to take in your wet folds, chris tracing them with a finger as he chuckled behind the camera.

"c-chris- i think- i don't think-" changbin didn't even know what to say, quickly covering his eyes with his one free hand. was chris doing this on purpose? was it an accident? he shouldn't feel turned on, pressing his legs together in hopes to tame the angry boner he had sprung.

"open your eyes binnie.. don't be shy now." chris spoke, his tone strong and a little condescending

"at least tell us if the cd you stole was good.. was it good, binnie? did you cum to it? you must've.. i saw you waiting for me to leave to take another. i hid the box before you came over though.. wanted to catch you. i knew i wasn't crazy when i saw one missing." he giggled so nonchalantly, the humiliation of being caught making changbin's cock pathetically rush with blood.

"channie told me what you did.. so cute.. come on binnie.. tell us how it felt?"

the video played in the background, sounds of your pretty moans filling the silence while changbin struggled to find words to speak.

"i-i'm sorry.." he said weakly "i-i really am i thought it was music b-but it wasn't.. i c-couldn't stop watching.. f-fuck it was just so hot.. i-i'm sorry-"

"don't be sorry, binnie.. you liked it right? hm?" you asked him, smile on your face that was making him squirm in his seat. his eyes shifting from you on the screen full of cock, to you in front of him, crawling into chris' lap. your eyes not leaving changbin's, his mouth salivating at the sight in front of him.

chris gripped a fistful of your ass as he kissed your neck. "you gonna put on a show for our guest babygirl?" chris mumbled into your skin, kneading your ass gently

"you're so sweet baby.. always so welcoming hm? good girl. daddy likes it when you're nice to his friends."

changbin felt his mouth go dry, hands shaking in his lap as he shamefully watched how chris sloppily made out with you in front of him. low grunts leaving his friend's pretty lips as you rubbed down on him.

"come closer binnie.. come look.." you beckoned him over, his feet moving faster than his brain could, quickly leaving behind the alcohol his friend had kindly offered him. he sat right next to the two of you, watching how chris expertly took your shirt off. he wondered how often you two had sex.. a lot right? given by the collection you two had curated.. chris seemed very knowledgeable and quick with his actions, almost as if it was muscle memory. like he trained himself to be able to handle you, like he trained you to be so good and perfect for his cock.

changbin's brain was so fuzzy, eyes scanning your body as chris discarded your clothes, before he knew it you were only in your panties. chris sucking eagerly on your tits while his hands played with the waistband of your underwear.

changbin was dying for a taste, wanted to touch how soft your skin was, wanted to give you goosebumps and tug on your hair and spank you until you cried out for him to stop.

chris had bent you over his lap, ass in changbin's direction so he could get a clear view. pulling your underwear aside so he could see your cunt on display. "see this, bin? she's always so fucking wet. she touched herself when i told her about what you did. came all over her own fingers.. heard her moan your name."

chris held your asscheeks open so changbin could see your pretty hole clenching around nothing "she's a bit of a cockslut.. but nothing i can't handle. look how easy she takes this.."

with that, he pressed two fingers in, your cunt sucking him in just how he knew it would. he pumped them a few times before bringing them out slowly, letting changbin see the slick coating his fingers

"here.. taste. it's the sweetest pussy you'll ever have." chris said as he held out his fingers for changbin to take.

all pride aside, changbin leaned in and took chris' fingers in his mouth, rolling his eyes back at the taste and humming. "good right? told ya so.. such a perfect cunt.." he emphasized his statement with a harsh spank. you whined as you felt chris pull you off his lap in order for him to get undressed. he threw his shirt off and pulled his pants along with his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

"can you show binnie how you good you ride daddy's cock, babygirl?"

he didn't have to tell you twice, quickly clambering into his lap again as you lined him up with your aching hole. you pressed down inch by inch, feeling the nice stretch of his cock. changbin's cock was growing impatient, he needed to feel some type of relief even if it was just his fingers. he began tugging his pants down to fist his cock, whimpering at the feeling of finally getting some friction.

"you better not fucking cum, changbin." chris scolded

changbin quickly dropped his hand, not wanting to anger his friend and make him stop.

instead he focused on the pace you had set on chris' cock, how your tits bounced with every movement, the concentrated look on your face and the way you bit your lip whenever you hit a spot that felt so good. the way you dug your fingers into chris' shoulders, how he guided you with his rough hands, his curly hair beginning to stick to his forehead.

all that alone could make changbin cum untouched.

chris trailed a hand down to where you connected, rubbing your clit to help you build up an orgasm, his other hand reached for your hair as he tugged your head back, barring your neck for him to leave a love bite.

the room echoed with noises from the video that was still playing in the background alongside your sweet whimpers as chris worked you up.

all music to changbin's ears.

it was too much for you, having chris touch you and changbin watching you come apart, your orgasm ripping through you as you chanted chris' name.

you tried collecting yourself, calming your breathing as you pulled off chris' cock but your legs felt like jelly so he helped you and gently set you besides him.

he had stood up and opened up a drawer underneath the tv, pulling out his camera and setting it on the table in front of everyone. "hope you aren't camera shy, binnie." he teased

once chris had finally set up the camera exactly how he wanted, he decided it was finally time to let changbin have a turn. he was his guest after all and chris always made sure his guests were comfortable and taken care of in his home.

"how do you want me binnie? tell me, sweetie.. i wanna please you.." you purred

you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to have him inside, his cock looked delicious.. thick and so hard.. poor thing must've been struggling, his cock throbbing for attention. chris could be such a meanie.

"c-can.. can i.. taste you? want you on my face.." he said shyly

you tugged him down on the couch, having him lay beneath you as you positioned yourself on his face, caging him in.

as soon as his eyes met your pretty cunt, he was gone.

all the shame and humiliation he once felt (even if it had turned him on so badly), had completely vanished.

he was hungry.

he held you open, licking up a long strip up your cunt before he began to suck on your clit.

he was making you shake, arms feeling so wobbly as you held on to his thighs to prevent yourself from toppling over.

"oh god channie.. he's so good with is tongue.." you whimpered, kicking your head back as you let out a whiny moan.

"i think he likes the dessert you prepared for him, princess." chris teased.

you leaned forward to take changbin's tip in your mouth, sucking just harsh enough for him to buck his hips up at the pressure.

chris grabbed the camera and brought it towards you, filming the way you began to bob your head on changbin's cock. he gripped you by the hair and tugged you off, spit connecting you the the tip of changbin's cock.

"you like being a slut with binnie? like having fun with two cocks?"

you could barely even answer as you felt changbin working you up to your second orgasm, chris gripped your hair tighter to make you focus.

"can't even fucking think straight.. so damn cock hungry.." he spat

"binnie, why don't you give her what she wants hm? why don't you you fuck her nice and dumb for me?"

he pulled away from your sopping cunt, giving you a few hasty licks before chan set down the camera, grabbing you and positioning you on your hands and knees over the arm rest.

"she's all yours, binnie. take good care of that cunt for me."

chris watched as changbin lined himself up, gripping on to your hips as he rubbed his tip against your folds.

your back arched when you felt him breech your hole, his thick cock easily pushing its way inside of you, pressing so deeply it kissed your sweet spot perfectly. you felt so fucking full of him already and you were glad he was going to put that fat cock of his to good use.

he had to concentrate hard to not bust right away, your cunt wrapping around his length so good, he thought he was seeing stars.

he set a steady pace, breathing heavily as he watched his cock sink in and out of you, a ring of cream forming against his base.

"fucking like bunnies.. so cute.." chan groaned as he stroked himself to the sight of his girlfriend being treated so nicely by changbin.

"s-shit.. chris.. where do you want me to cum? i-i think i might soon.." changbin whimpered

"keep it inside of her.'

changbin swore he was having another vivid wet dream.

inside?

chris wanted him to cum inside his girlfriend?

chris wanted him to fill her with his seed?

breed her and leave her stuffed full of him?

changbin closed his eyes tightly, it didn't matter how hard he tried to clear his head and focus, he was a weak, weak man.

"i'm close too, binnie.. touch me.. wanna cum with you.." you pleaded.

he took a shaky breath as he pressed his chest flush against your back, allowing him easier access to reach over and rub your clit.

his thrusts becoming sloppy as he bit into your shoulder to ground himself. he could feel you clenching on him, consistent moans leaving your lips as you got closer and closer to your peak.

it wasn't long before you turned into putty underneath him, cumming with his name on your tongue which was enough to make him shoot out as well. he kept still making sure every drop seeped into you and did not got to waste.

he kissed your shoulder gently before he carefully pulled out as to not spill on chris' couch.

"stay still babygirl.. daddy wants to fuck binnie's cum into you. make sure it stays in you real good, kay?"

this would not be the last time changbin would make a cameo in chris' homemade sex tapes.

unfortunately, it came at the expense of dinner being ruined that night due to negligence. blame it on changbin and his horny antics.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

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routeless-writer · 4 months

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nsfw below cut. (cw: bimbo yuu, implied fem yuu/no pronouns, dubcon probably, implied dumbification?, i think? idk i didn't feel like writing an entire sex scene, if y'all are good little followers and ask fuckin nicely you'll get a part two ig.)

in love with the idea of being like. bimbocore. around riddle mcfucking rosehearts. do you even understand okay okay okay shuddup

riddle fucking hates you at first. not like, hates you hates you, but you're the antithesis of everything he was raised to be: smart, talented, modest, gentlemanly and polite. but you? you're ditzy, your grades are horrendous, you're immodest and vulgar, and you're still fucking insanely hot. that's what he hates. he hates that you're still able to capture his heart, and make his whole body flush.

he hates the way you practically hop into his lap any chance you get. how you dress so far out of the bounds of the uniform it's not even funny. that skirt cannot be up to dress code regulations! and for seven's sake, button up your shirt. it's distracting...

the way you lick pastry cream from your lips or fingers at every unbirthday party, staring at him. he knows you know what you're doing him. the dumb little giggles you let out when he lectures you.

"just because you're not from this universe doesn't mean you can skim by in class. you need to be tutored, prefect! as a housewarden, you cannot fail! being pretty doesn't guarantee you a career."

"heheh, you think i'm pretty?~" you reply in that same sing-song voice every time. the same voice you call his name with, hugging him close to your tits, where he can smell your overly-sweet perfume, and sevens what he wouldn't give to stay there.

he's made up his mind. he's had enough of your teasing, your flirty bedroom eyes from across the lecture hall, the way your hands brush against his face and arms so casually, the way he just cannot look you in the eyes for too long without feeling the blood in his brain shoot somewhere-fucking-else. you're flunking. as a prefect of night raven college, he can't let this slide. you could get expelled, and then where would you go? he's sitting you down for a tutoring session.

a tutoring session that winds up in you feeling stupider than ever in his presence. he's wondering aloud how you can possibly be this dumb, how you could be so absorbed in anything other than your studies, so invested in sexual innuendo and dressing to attract attention.

"is that truly what you do in your free time? sleep around and flirt with every boy you meet here? is this fun for you, watching how angry you make me?"

he's beyond frustrated, nigh on shouting, when he realizes he's got you backed up against the table...

....and he snaps, pushing you face down onto the table and nipping along your neck. he shoves his gloved fingers into your mouth to silence your sudden noises. you can feel his leg slipping between your own, pressing against your heat, and you push yourself against him. he hums, and you can tell he's grinning that mean smirk behind you.

"you can make it up to me, rose. even you aren't so dumb that you can't follow orders, right?"

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sugarlywhispers · 10 months

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (fem) x Midoriya Izuku.

A/N: hello there! just a few notes; dont feel afraid of the yandere tag/warning, it's not going to be that bad, i simply put it just to be safe because of the villains😉 i dont have this completely written, i'll go with the flow like i always do✌🏼, so if someone has feedback or ideas, you're more than welcome to talk to me!🤍 also, idk how long this gonna be, but it'll have several chapters. so get your snacks, and enjoy the ride~😉

WARNINGS: TRIO RELATIONSHIP, adult sexual content, angst and fluff, penetrative sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (USE GLOBOS, GUYS, preferably, pink ones lol😉), yandere themes –toxic/possessive behavior, mention of blood and violence, swearing lots of it thanks to bakugou lol

Summary: After several disasters that happened around the country, the government had no other choice but to enact a new law that would mostly shock every single person, including heroes.

"Please, please…Order in the room! I know," he says to someone that it's asking something but it's mostly impossible to actually understand for viewers like you who are not–were not present at the conference. "But, please, believe me when I say we have exhausted every possibility there is for this. This law was our very last resource."

By the tired tone in this man's voice and expression, you believe him. And you hate that you do, because that means you have no other choice. No one does.

Chapter One: The Law.

It doesn't matter how many times you rewind the whole conference from the start on your TV, the words are the same. The words mean the same.

"Thank you everyone for being here today," the same old man you have already watched–this was the third time–says, also greeting other people around he could recognize in the big crowd of journalists, governors, some famous people like idols, show directors, heroes, yada yada. The old man takes a deep breath, barely able to hide it in front of all the mics put there for him, "Due to recent misfortunes happening in our country, we can no longer postpone what we once thought could happen thanks to the society we live in today. The population has gone down in numbers, mortality rates spiking down lower than what we could ever hoped for. This law, that I'm about to present now to you, is the only way several professionals and analysts, in addition to Quirks used for this matter, could find to prevent the population from reaching the bottom–which can be translated as, from entirely disappearing."

No sugarcoat. That is something you do appreciate from this mess. You have always preferred the blunt, harsh reality of things than some kind words that were mostly used to not tell the truth.

"As from today onwards, a new law is going to take effect in our society, if not the entirety of the world. For now, we are the first country to approve this law, and we encourage others to. This law stipulates that one male, whether they are civilian or professional hero on duty, must marry and procreate with a female at least two new lives for the sake of humankind." The room explodes in protests, questions being yelled at the governor representative, and even talking between each other. "Please, please…Order in the room! I know," he says to someone that it's asking something but it's mostly impossible to actually understand for viewers like you who are not–were not present at the conference. "But, please, believe me when I say we have exhausted every possibility there is for this. This law was our very last resource."

By the tired tone in this man's voice and expression, you believe him. And you hate that you do, because that means you have no other choice. No one does.

The governor starts to speak again as the room settles a bit, "Each citizen will have to get through several medical tests that will help our specially prepared team to match them to perfection for this purpose. This stance will be called The Pairing. After this is carried through, each Pairing will have from two weeks to a month to finally sign a contract that validates the union between each part and compromises them for the purpose they had been Paired for."

There's chaos again in the room, and it doesn't settle until a woman stands from her seat and asks, "You said our population is currently going through a critical disbalance, right?" The governor nods admitting and signaling with his hand for her to proceed with her question. "Whether that means there are more females or males, how do you and your team plan to resolve the odd number that will complicate the Pairing of couples?"

Oh, good question!, you think again, enjoying way too much how she referred to that 'team' the governor kept talking about with so much sarcasm.

"The law establishes an exception to the Pairing of two. If one female is compatible with more than one male, or vice versa, there will be a more exhausting analysis to determine if she will be Paired with both of them."

"If that's the case, then how many children must they procreate?"

"The law does not change, there has to be two children for each couple."

Everything is chaos again and you sigh as you turn your TV off, same time that your phone vibrates over the little coffee table in front of your couch, where you sit with your legs pulled towards your chest. You pick it, the name Tora shining on the screen.

You don't get to properly set it over your ear that you hear her scream, "A FUCKING MARRIAGE LAW!" Her ear riping shout makes you wince, "Do you fucking know what this means, Y/N!?" Her excitement is not reciprocated.

"Goodbye my beloved freedom?" You answer groomly.

You hear her exasperated tsk, "No, silly! This means we could get paired with actual Pro Heroes!"

Oh, yes, Tora's obsession with Pro Heroes. An explosive blond one that is mean to everyone, a green haired one that is considered the Symbol of Peace of this generation, a red head one that looks more like a villain –in your opinion– and a white and red haired one that is colder than ice. And many more. How could you forget that?

You roll your eyes. The only reason you know about those is because of her, Kira and all the stories the kids in your class like to tell you about their favorite heroes.

"I think all of this is ridiculous. They are using us, women, just to procreate."

"Men too, girl. Don't forget that without the fish, there's no egg…" Tora adds, and even though the saying does not go like that, you understand what she means, so you don't even try to correct her, you simply agree. However, the fact that in this current population are more males than females, speaks volumes about the kind of governors that ruled society.

"I know it's both, it's just…"

"You're angry, angry, I know you…" She says, and it warms your heart a bit.

Tora has been your best friend since the first day you walked through the college campus and collided with her. Yes, collided, because she was using her roller skates to get to her room through the crowded place the first time you met. She hadn’t seen you opening the door to the room, trying to avoid precisely not crashing into anyone, but failed with you. You didn’t even have time to react properly before you felt the coalition and both of you fell inside your room, the pair of boxes filled with each other's belongings that each was holding flew and scattered everything around. ‘What a manga scene’, you had thought back then, laughing alongside Tora for such a mess. You have been best friends since then.

Then, alongside came Kira. While Tora is all sunshine and rainbows and a torrent of energy, Kira is the complete opposite. She is chill, wears dark and elegant clothes and looks at everyone like they are underneath her feet. You admired her confidence in every possible situation.

You, well… You are somewhere in the middle between those two girls. Not too bright but definitely not too dark. However, you were confident in your own skin, so that is what matters.

"And there's all the medical tests we have to do," you went back to the conversation. "What if a woman is sterile, or a man? Would they be absolved from all of this?"

"From what I understood, yes." Tora replies, clearly munching something she is eating.

"I hope I'm sterile!" You hear the comment from somewhere behind Tora. You snort, recognizing Kira's voice.

"Shut up, you dark and pessimistic soul," Tora protests, and you couldn't smile wider. "Oooon another note… have you searched for what permissions we need to take the kids to the museum?"

"Oh, yes! They were kind enough to send me the papers for it." You smile, now excited with this news.

"Fuck. Have I ever told you two how much I admire the patience you both have to work with kids?" You hear movement with Kira's sudden comment from the other line, now closer to the phone. You could imagine both of them lying on their stomachs in Tora's bed.

You smile fondly at Kira's words. Tora and you are school teachers. You teach kids from four to five years old, while Tora decided to teach bigger kids, between nine and ten years old. Again, Kira is the opposite of you two. She is the one with a Stylist major and a very successful career in the fashion industry and all the juicy back stage details.

"No, but a bit of love won't hurt," you say feeling in high spirits even though the news of a big and detrimental change in society had just been announced.

"You kinky Miss Y/L/N, I love you," Kira says in a very seductive low tone of voice as you gasp and Tora erupts in a fit of laughter. She was clearly referring to you as your position of teacher, and that is something no joke should come from. You work with kids, for God's sake!

"Don't you ever say that again!" You protest, trying not to laugh thanks to Tora's contagious one.

"You love me, still." Kira's tone of matter of fact makes you shake your head smiling. These women were your salvation.

“I have an amazing idea!" Suddenly Tora yells in excitement, and you already see it coming, "Let’s say goodbye to Y/N's so beloved freedom and welcome the new hot and lickable male heroes and future husbands in a very 'Trick Trio' way!” You roll your eyes.

No. Never ask about Tora's way of calling your three person friendship. EVER.

You fake a tired sigh but then smile, “Pizza and anime?”

“Pizza and anime, baby!” Kira yells back, and you can hear their high-five through the phone.

See? How could you not be friends with them? They are definitely what you consider the sisters you never had.

"What if I get paired with Chargebolt… Or! What if it's Red Riot!" Tora's steps are little jumps as she walks in the middle looking like a kid who is about to be taken to their favorite toy shop. Her excitement is completely shared with Kira's, but the last one has more self consciousness and just chooses to smile as she walks as elegantly as always.

You sigh. It's not that you're completely against this atrocious law. It's more the part in which you don't have any say or choose in it. What if you end up with someone mean? Or a secret villain? Or what if it's someone who is horrible with kids?!

You were not going to repeat your mom's history. Or so you hoped.

"You know what would be cool? Marrying Red Riot's abbs. Oh, what would I give to sit on that hot and sexy table."

You frown. How…? Why…? You shake your head. You are better not asking.

Being friends with those two taught you way more things than you expected. One of them was that there were times when you didn't need to know or to understand everything they talked about. This was one.

"You know what's hotter? Dynamight's biceps." Tora contributes as their destination appears at the distance. "My hottest scenario includes Dynamight coming back from work, all sweaty and buffy and making me lick his biceps. Oh, I would gladly die for them."

The imagery makes you gag.

"That's disgusting, Tora," Kira says, surprising you and Tora herself. Kira is always up for nasty and dirty scenarios with the Pro Heroes they like. It's a bit weird that she is not on board with whatever Tora's vivid imagination comes up with. But suddenly, she smiles and looks sideways to her two friends, "I love it."

You roll your eyes for the nth time as Tora beams in the next thing Kira says, "My hottest scenario includes Deku smashing my ass to Detroit." She smiles proudly as Tora groans.

The imagery again makes you wince.

"I swear… those big, powerful hands, ugh."

You do not engage in this type of conversations. Not because you don't find some of this generation of Pro Heroes attractive, they are; and the way that they risk their own lives for the country is very admirable. It's just that you don't follow each thing they do, nor actually know much of them. Of course, you hear the stories of how they defeated some big villains –or even helped a nanny cross the street– through your two obsessed friends and the kids at school that idolized them. But even then, when the news on the TV turns into Heroes feats, you simply change the channel or even turn it off. You have better things to do, honestly.

Your friends keep going on their fake scenarios talk as you three approach the door to the big and ostentatious hospital where the tests for The Pairing are carried out. They are simple blood and Quirk tests, nothing too complicated. From what the old man in the conference said, it was mostly to analyze the physical aspects of each individual to pair them with the best possible counterpart that would have the chance to fertilize the egg on one hundred percent of success. Yes, those are the exact words he used. And the very small, tiny letters in between the lines said: to create humans with the best Quirks ever known.

Of course, no one would ever admit that.

You hmm to something Tora asks your agreement for, not really paying attention to what is the conversation about now.

You don't have a very useful Quirk; not that the thought of becoming a Hero has ever crossed your mind. In fact, being raised by a man like your grandps actually opened your eyes and never even the intention to know more about Heroes in general crossed your mind. So, you really doubt you would ever get paired with some Pro Hero. You're mostly sure that they will be very selective in that aspect. A useless Quirk like yours, which gave you the ability to create illusions, more specifically in paper –you had only once tried it on thin air, and you almost die; so nothing else but paper, thank you very much–, will get nowhere near a Quirk like the oh, all mighty and greatest Pro Hero Deku, for example.

As you look side eye to your friends, and knowing the type of Quirks they have –and their eternal fantasy over Pro Heroes–, you realize you don't have it in you to pop their delusional and warm looking bubble. They are happy in their bubble, and you love seeing them happy.

But the fact remains. They would never pair them with Pro Heroes.

Kira's Quirk consisted in her having the ability to manipulate small things with her fingers from a distance. It had helped her a lot in her career, especially when the time to apply makeup to her clients or even herself came. The distance wasn't much, a couple of feets away, but she said she had never been able to move anything bigger than an eye brush or a pencil. Nevertheless from a very far away distance. She is okay with it though, she is still a hot badass successful woman. You are so proud of her. In Tora's case, she could make letters on the school board or actually any surface grow bigger, but she had never tried it anywhere else. She always says that she's better not having a cool, massive Quirk, or she would be insufferably annoying to everyone. Something you do believe with all your might.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you hear Tora's warning of "Y/N!" late. You collide with a strong wall, your nose hurting thanks to it. You actually have to rub it to alleviate the pain, already feeling the redness there. But when you open your eyes you realize that the wall turned out not to be a wall, but a man. A huge man. He is the biggest man you have ever stood close to. Tall, almost three heads over yours, arms that looked like big rocks thanks to the thickness. His face is handsome, strong jaw and fine lines that accentuated the elegance in any spot you looked at in his face.

But all that handsomeness is slightly uglied by the deep scowl in his eyebrows.

"Watch where you're going, grub."

His bark almost goes unnoticed by the thickness in his voice that makes you tingle in places it shouldn't. But as he walks past you, you realize what he said… Did he just…?

"Did you just call me a grub?"

He doesn't reply to you, but he does look slightly back at you and you see the corner of his mouth lift a slight centimeter in a smirk.

"Oh, fuck you, asshole!"

You yell as he simply walks out of the building through the door, not troubled at all by your insult.

What a stupid jerk.

"I'm on your side, I'll forever, always be on your side," Tora appears suddenly next to you, her hand grabbing yours as you watch the jerk walk away, "but that was a fine, delectable man that you just insulted very out loud in the middle of a Hospital reception."

"He started it." You defend yourself before turning around and walking towards the counter, trying to ignore all the stares in your direction.

You hear both of your friends sigh in delight as they keep staring at the guy.

"Traitors." You shake your head, receiving the form you had to complete from the receptionist. You wanted to get out of that Hospital as soon as possible.

Two hours later, you were sitting in front of an old lady who looked at you like you had just been the shit she accidentally stepped on outside, and it was your fault. By the white doctor's gown she wears, and the little medal of the government attached to the right pocket of the gown, it isn't difficult to comprehend that she is the medical scientist in charge of the whole Pairing part of the law.

"Your test results are good. All functioning well and wealthy. You are fertile." Her robot tone makes you angry, and you want to protest so hard about all this protocol bullshit–about the whole fucking law! But for some reason, you can't take your eyes from the big, heary looking mole that stands on her face, right next to her nose on the left side.

You can even hear Kira in your head, "That is an uuuuuugly mole. I mean, the woman is ugly, but that mole makes it worse. Like a witch. A witches face indeed. Would her Quirk be a witch?" And you can hear Tora laughing at Kira's words. And you feel bad about thinking about all of this as the woman speaks.

"It won't take long to find a perfect match for your eggs." You visibly wince at her words.

"The fact that you people call it egg, only makes me feel like a chicken being prepared to–..."

"A chicken would be able to find itself a partner faster than you. Your age and still no children? You're clearly the problem, not your body."

You're sitting perplexed in your seat. The hot, very fucking hot sensation of letting yourself explode in anger travelling up your body. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Now you definitely don't feel bad about your thoughts.

She sighs, tiredly and annoying at your mere presence, "You shall receive a letter in the span of three to five days with the results. There will also be the date in which you'll have to meet your husband with the representative governor who will make you sign the contract."

She closes your chart and puts it away, then she looks boringly at you, expecting you to go.

The venom is right at your tongue, and you can't go without saying anything to this… horrible woman.

"I'm twenty five years old, and I haven't had kids because I made the choice not to. You're almost sixty, what's your excuse?"

Hell, you don't know if she has or not kids of her own, but by the expression on her face, eyes and mouth opening wide in indignance, says you have just spot on the right thing to say.

You smile, big and fakingly charming, as you stand and leave the doctor's office without giving her a chance to say anything else.

Once you're outside, you swear loudly. You just dug your own grave. Fuck.

Two days later, a letter was left in your mailbox. It had the signature of the Government so it wasn't difficult to comprehend that it was about this freaking law. You don't open it though until you're inside your apartment. You leave it at the table, while throwing your bag and tote bag with the Tupperware of the day inside, over the couch. You need to firstly freshen up before you get into your house duties.

You turn on the TV, news channel currently going, and walk towards your room to get changed. Thanks to the small apartment you own, you don't need to have the TV very loud to be able to hear it from your room. You leave alone, you don't need much or a bigger space.

"It happened again! Heroes Deku and Dynamight saved the day once more! A group of synchronized villains attack the Central Bank of Tokyo, witnesses say–..."

You huff, not really paying attention anymore. It's not that you aren't interested in what happened, you'll know either way tomorrow when Tora goes on about it, all day.

Once you're more comfortable, you walk back to the living room/kitchen, grab your tote bag so you put all the Tupperware to wash, still news of heroes on the TV that you really don't pay attention to. When that's done, tote bag folded back in its drawer and everything cleaned up, you turn and see the letter. You sigh, grab it and walk to the couch to sit.

"On other news, the Law is already taking effect in our country. Today, after five days of the official announcement, the first three couples have signed the Contracts after being Paired. All of the males are Heroes."

"Do you think it is a coincidence?" Comments the other journalist of the show.

"I don't think it is. It's clear that Heroes have the pressure to make this work alongside the government," answers another, to whom you snort in agreement.

"I agree. I don't know if it's by duty or support, but in the end, they are like us, don't you think?"

They kept talking about it as you opened the envelope in your hands and read its content.

'Ms Y/L/N, the government it's pleased to announce that your results have been Paired. We happily wait for you on the following date to meet your Paired to officially place a date for your Contracts.'

You feel like vomiting.

Shit, it's happening faster than you thought.

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luvrrszn · 7 months

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broken promises, broken hearts

MIGUEL O'HARA x FEM READER

summary miguel o'hara, usually a man of his words, seems to break his promises to you very casually, leaving behind a broken heart

warnings angst, surprise pregnancy, unprotected sex (not explicit), asshole!miguel, not proofread

a/n idk anymore bro... requests plz i'm soo bored thanks baes

masterlist

you and miguel first started your "arrangement" when monthly spider-society dinners became a thing. how it became a thing? great question.

"lyla, we don't need to waste time on such frivolous matters like dinner events. spider-society was started to preserve the multiverse from any possible threat, not to have dinner parties." miguel grumbled.

"i told you, it'll boost morale. it'll also help you seem less...cold." lyla retorted, flickering on miguel's shoulder.

"i'm their boss, not their friend. get back to work, lyla."

"come on, miguel. it'll be beneficial for everyone, i promise." lyla was relentless, and miguel finally caved, groaning in exasperation, "okay, okay. can we get back to work now?"

miguel, needing a date to these frequent dinner events (or as lyla called them, dinner banquets), decided to ask you. his human assistant, the one he'd go to for help when he decided he'd had enough of lyla for one day. seeing no harm in agreeing, you said yes.

—

after a particularly stressful week, it was time for yet another dinner event. you wore an elegant maroon dress, with black pumps. miguel picked you up from your doorstep at 630pm, leaving the both of you with adequate time to get to the 7pm event.

now, you're sitting next to him in the car, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. it's been a few times since the first time you and miguel attended dinner events together, but somehow you always found a small part of yourself feeling nervous. you remember the first time you had met miguel.

"if you need anything at all, just call me. i will pick up, no matter what. any time, any place, just call."

the car comes to a stop, and miguel helps you out of the car. taking his hand, you step out of the car. as you step into the venue, you get goosebumps, the cold temperature against your bare arms. miguel notices, and takes off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. you mutter a soft, "thank you."

—

after about three months of attending dinners together, the tension between the two of you grows. you can't deny that the two of you have chemistry, but you never act on it. he is your boss after all.

that's what you keep telling yourself. until one night, your self-control snaps.

and so does his.

the night ends with the two of you in his bed, your hands tangled in his hair and his name leaving your lips as what could be considered the dirtiest moan of all time.

the morning after goes like this:

you stir in miguel's bed, his sheets clinging to your body. next to you, he's still sound asleep, snoring snoftly. you turn to look at the clock on his bedside table. it's 5:08am. you get off the bed as quietly as you can.

you grab your bra and panties from the end of his bed and put them on, moving onto the hunt for your dress.

you find your dress on the floor next to the end of miguel's bed. you stare at it, your maroon dress resembling a puddle of spilt wine. snapping back into focus, you quickly pick it up and smooth it out. it's slightly wrinkled, but you put it back on anyway.

the spaghetti straps suddenly feel too much for you, and you become aware of every inch of skin that is exposed. not ready to face the judgemental stares of the people of nueva york, you grab a button up from miguel's closet and put it on over your dress. you take one last look at miguel, before grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes.

with that, you disappear from his apartment.

—

you spend the rest of the weekend mulling over what you had done. of course, not without a tub of ice cream and your best friend, stacy.

you wail, "what have i done? he's my boss, for goodness' sake! how am i going to face him when i return to work?"

"stop beating yourself up over this!" stacy chides. "you weren't the only one who decided to have sex. he didn't trip over his own feet and accidentally stick his dick into you, did he?"

you let out a little laugh as you both shovel more ice cream into your mouths.

—

when monday comes, you find yourself nervous as you make your way towards your desk. you remind yourself that everything will be okay.

until you realise that everything is in fact not okay.

you find all your belongings packed into a small box. your sonny angel trinkets (or naked babies, as miguel called them), your coffee mug, your collection of highlighters. you look around, confused. what the hell is going on?

you find a piece of paper under the box, which reads, "from today onwards, your assistance will no longer be required at spider-hq. thank you for all your contributions. miguel o'hara"

a wave of emotions washes over you. you're angry, sad, in disbelief, and heartbroken at the same time. you can't believe you lost your job over a mutual decision. you had worked hard to get to where you were, and you love your job. you don't know if you want to laugh, cry, or throw something.

you settle on leaving quietly and peacefully. picking up your box, you take in your surroundings, knowing that this is probably the last time you'll ever step foot in this building again.

—

in the next few weeks that follow, you throw yourself into work, friends, parties, anything really, as long as it keeps your mind off the pain that miguel caused. you got a job at the bakery near your house, and you enjoyed spending your days baking and smelling of cinnamon and sugar.

you're too busy to realise that you've missed your period.

you start craving things like pickles and peanut butter. which might seem normal, but it's not. because you usually hate pickles and peanut butter, and avoid them at all costs. what's worse is that you want to eat them together. but you brush the weird cravings off, choosing not to overthink.

you only realise something's wrong when the smell fo everything makes you want to throw up. even your favourite food.

you call stacy in tears, and beg her to come over and pick up some pregnancy tests on the way.

—

she arrives not long after, and takes out three pregnancy tests, all from different brands. you take them and disappear into the bathroom without a word.

it's not long before the timer you set for three minutes is up. you press the stop button on your phone, and turn to your best friend.

"stace, i can't look at it. i just can't. can you help?"

she nods, walking down the hallway and into the bathroom.

"oh honey," she lets out a breath. she walks towards you as you ask, "are you sure? maybe it was a fluke, maybe—"

"all three were positive." she replies, and wraps you in her arms as you begin to cry.

you don't know what to do. there's nothing online for what to do when you're pregnant with your boss's baby, the boss who fired you one day after sleeping with you.

you tell stacy you're keeping the baby, and she promises that she'll do everything she can to support you.

you spend the rest of the night eating pickles and peanut butter while watching movies.

—

the following months go like this:

baby shopping — clothes

maternity clothes shopping

pay raise at the bakery

baby shopping — crib

baby shopping — more clothes

baby shower

promotion at the bakery

the next thing you know, you're 6 months pregnant, and your spare room has been transformed into the most beautiful nursery ever. the nursery is a coastal-beach theme, the murals on the walls and ceiling courtesy of your college friend, maisie. your college friends come over to help you build the crib, and stacy gets her boyfriend to build a chest of drawers to fit all the baby clothes she bought for the baby growing in you.

it's always busy at your apartment, with friends always over to provide support and companionship.

as your belly grows bigger, your heart grows fuller.

—

"have you found out the gender yet?" maisie asks, sipping her mimosa as she sits opposite you. you drink orange juice from a champagne flute, and reply, "yeah, i found out today. i'm having a girl!"

"so it really is a girls' night!" stacy jokes, nudging you with her elbow as you grin back at her.

you can't help but get lost in thought, thinking of what could've been. you just know that miguel would've been such a good girl dad.

you, maisie and stacy spend the rest of the night laughing and watching disney movies. they stay for the night, saying it's to "prepare you for the future slumber parties", but deep down you know they really just want to stay over. you laugh, grateful for the friends you have.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

—

"bye maisie, bye stace. get home safe!" you call out after your friends as they leave your home. they chime a "yes ma'am", and you lock the door once they disappear round the corner.

you go to your fridge, trying to find something to eat for breakfast. you settle on some fresh strawberries and a mug of tea. your water just finished boiling as the doorbell rings.

without a second thought, you open the door and say, "it's been five minutes, did you really—"

you fall silent when you realise it's not maisie or stacy at the door. instead, it's miguel o'hara. you acknowledge how shocked he must be, seeing you stand in your doorway in your pyjamas, hair in a bun, hand comfortably resting on your noticeably large belly.

you see a flicker of surprise, hurt and anger in his eyes. he remains silent, until you let out a soft "come in". he obliges, taking his shoes off once he enters. you sit down on the sofa, motioning for him to join you.

this time, he stays standing next to your dining table.

"so, whose is it?"

put off by his confrontational tone, you lose whatever semblance of patience you had. you bite back, "whaddya think, sherlock?"

"that's impossible," he lets out a gruff laugh of disbelief.

"well, i distinctly remember you sleeping with me the night before you fired me, and i don't think i'd get that mixed up."

"why didn't you tell me earlier—"

"why didn't i tell you earlier?" you lose your shit, yelling at him, "you literally fired me the day after sleeping with me. what was i supposed to do, show up at your doorstep and say, hey! i know you fired me, but i'm pregnant, so now you gotta do something about it! how the hell was i supposed to tell you, and why the hell would i?"

you're out of breath by the time you finish yelling at him.

"i don't know what to say." miguel finally lets out a huff. "i don't know what to do."

"firstly, you could stop white-knuckling my dining table. it looks like it's about to break. then, you can sit down so we can talk about this." you sigh. you're tired of being angry. you rest your hand on your belly as your little angel kicks you.

miguel sits down next to you, and asks, "do you have a sonogram?" you nod, reaching over to rifle around in your totebag, producing a sonogram. miguel takes it from you gently, and looks at it. he hunches over, his face in his hands. you move closer to him, rubbing a gentle hand on his back.

"i'm so, so sorry." he whispers.

"it's okay." you reply, continuing to rub his back.

sure, it was unfair how you lost your job. but you were happy now, surrounded by family and friends. what use was there to dwell in the past? so you decided to move on. after all, there's only one direction to move in when you've hit rock bottom: up and onwards.

miguel gathers himself, rubbing his face with his hands before turning to you.

"i'd like to be there for you. i'm so sorry for what i did, there's no excuse for what i did."

"before i say anything, i'd like to know why you came over today. why today? " you reply.

"i was going through a tough time. i needed to sort myself out before coming to see you. before coming to ask if you'd would take me back. or rather, go out with me."

you were left in disbelief. you would never think that after six months, miguel o'hara would visit your apartment to ask you to go out with him.

you could tell that he was getting more nervous with every second of silence that passed. you decide that even though miguel screwed you over, you would give him a shot, and give your baby a chance at having happy, loving parents.

you finally break the silence.

"yes. to both."

—

two years later...

miguel o'hara is the best girl dad ever. your daughter is absolutely obsessed with him. you suspect she likes him even more than she likes you.

actually, you know she does. her first word was "dada", before she proceeded to burst into tears because miguel handed her to you.

now, you sit on the sofa, watching as your almost-two-year-old daughter shows miguel her new dolls. miguel proposed almost two weeks ago, but you still aren't certain if it was all a dream.

that night, as miguel settles into bed next to you after putting your daughter to bed, he puts an arm around you. stroking your hair gently, he whispers in your ear.

"in every universe, it's always you. only you."

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tteokdoroki · 1 month

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Ok you said you wanted ideas for one-shots, so hear me out... (sorry this is really long, I'm bad at keeping my ideas short 💀)

Reader and Jock BF!Yuji have been together for a while but def not more than like a year. Yuji wants to be more intimate with Reader but every time he tries, they always change the subject or make a joke etc. He's fine with it at first but over time, the more it happens, poor bb starts getting all up in his head about it, thinking Reader doesn't wanna get closer to him or doesn't trust him or maybe even isn't as serious about him as he is about them (though he feels awful for that thought even crossing his mind). He tries again one day only to be met with the same response and because of all the anxiety over it, he asks what's up, only for it to come out more combative than he wanted.

You said you were thinking of arguments so this could possibly lead into an argument or it could lead into Reader being startled at how mad he seemed to have gotten. Either way— yadda yadda, angst right? Yeah. 💀 But then Reader tells him that they've just never been physically intimate with someone before. Maybe Reader is just a shy person or is unconfident or something, either way soft apologies happen and this could lead into Yuji waiting for Reader's sake ORRRRR (the better option /j) it could be that they do a whole sweet, soft, lowkey apology based, first time right then and there.

Idk this is so long and might be ooc I apologize SJFBZK I don't even know if you specifically meant sex when you said "first times" but here this is either way I guess 💀💀 Feel free to elaborate if you wanna and sorry if this isn't want you had in mind. Tbh I just want super soft lovey sex with that man. I literally would stfu and never ask for anything AGAIN 😫😫

FIRSTLY!! DONT STFU!! i love hearing people’s takes and headcanons on jock bf yuuji n weird reader !! it makes me happy n it’s super fun to chat wit you!! :3

also omg… this is so on point !! i think yuuji would be sad that you don’t wanna be intimate but also doesn’t wanna pressure you so when he’s finally had enough he sort of snaps :( it would definitely lead to like a nice healthy discussion of yuuji reassuring you and saying he’ll wait but also… soft first time with constant praise and consent checks with a big jock man? I WILL SCREAM

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger #thenamesmiz #<3 #⋆｡°✩ — jock bf!yuuji

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Mommy’s Little Scientist~ Peggy Carter xFem Reader

Peggy fic of reader working with stark and meeting peg in like Cali or something Scientist through Stark, Cali?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, fingering, implied sex, mommy kink, praise kink, implied degradation kink, implied chocking kink 😏, age gap (all legal), Peggy Carter being a goddess

Idk exact length; long but not massive

Enjoy (;

You had started working with Howard Stark because he was said to be the smartest man of the century, and you needed the completion as no one could keep up with your level of thinking. However, you very quickly found out that while Howard was a genius, he was also a horny dumbass. He just couldn’t help himself.

And so when he first met you, a female scientist, all he could talk about was bedding you. And it was exhausting. Eventually you caved and told Howard that you were a lesbian (at first scared because of how ostracized you could be for that) but it surprisingly worked. Although now you had to deal with scissoring jokes on the regular, but hey, it was better than before.

You also quickly realized how harmless Howard was, at least his intentions. So, you two worked quite well together. Aside from him offering you second rounds on his daily flow of women, everything ran quite well.

You were currently single because dating women as a woman was a no go in society but also in the scientific community, you could lose all the hard earned credit which you had accumulated. But that didn’t stop Howard. He was constantly going on about how “You just need to get laid” and “C’mon I know some girls who are into that kinda stuf”, but you simply declined. Every time.

To be honest, watching Howard’s very active sex life, made you a bit jealous. You found yourself more needy and desperate than usual (desperate enough to fuck yourself in his bathroom on multiple occasions, because you were so pent up).

It’s possible that Howard picked up on that, because even though you liked women, Howard was quite in tune with women. This led to Howard trying to set you up with even more women, for gods sake.

One particular morning as you were re-reading your book on quantum mechanics, Howard came in to the lab with his face lit up: “I’ve done it! I’ve found you the perfect woman, my les-bean!” And yes, that was his nickname for you… You looked up at him in disbelief “Oh really?”. “Yep!” He continued “Your gonna love her, she’s right up your alley!” You chuckled, “And what makes you say that?” And he just smirked, “You’ll see”. Now this left you intrigued… Who was this mystery woman who would be “right up my alley”?

And that’s when Agent Peggy Carter walked into the lab with Jarvis by her side. “Miss. Carter, Miss. L/N; Miss L/N, Miss. Carter” Jarvis stated. “Oh Jarvis, go grab some more viles from storage, will ya?” Howard butted in “We’re almost out”. Howard’s words slipped over your brain as your eyes met Peggys. She was gorgeous. But this was THE Agent Peggy Carter… She didn’t like women, did she?

“Right, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other” Howard mischievously exclaimed and then he just left the lab, closing the door on his way out. You heard a click… That bastard had locked the door! Peggy had noticed it as well and interjected before you got the chance “Howard! This is not funny, open the door at once!” She sternly yelled. “Nope!” Howard exclaimed “Not until you both work out your own sexual tensions! C’Mon, you both could use a good fucking for gods sake!”

You looked at Peggy in disbelief. She looked back, rolling her eyes at what you assumed was Howard. “What does that mean, Howard?!” She asked. There was no response. You huffed. Howard was kinda right though… But this was nooo way to solve your own sexual dilemma. Especially not with Captain Americas really hot bay… So you just said the first thing that came to mind, “I didn’t know you were into girls”. She chuckled and hummed, “After Steve, I found that no man could meet my standards, so I tried the other team”. She elegantly spoke, although you sensed some hesitation on the “Steve” topic. “I see”, was all you could manage.

In all fairness, Peggy was really fine. You could understand why any man or woman would want her. Everything from her hips, to her lips, speech, hair, and overall confidence screamed incredibly attractive. “What about you?” She interjected your tunneling thoughts, “How did YOU end up locked in Howard’s lab, and not in his his bed” she chuckled. “I work with him. I’m a biochemist. Sure, he tried to bed me many times, but once he found out I was a lesbian, he switched to trying to set me up with all the other potentially gay women he could find” you chuckled. Peggy chuckled back, “That’s Howard, all right”. You looked at her and she looked back. And you both just sat in silence for a while.

“So…” Peggy started, “if we’re stuck here for who knows how long, maybe we could just get to know each other?” You agreed as there was basically nothing better to do, as Captain Americas bay would NEVER fuck you… “Um sure” you replied “What do you want to know?”. She laughed God, was her laugh intoxicating… “I assumed you would have many questions for me, many usually do; but sure, let’s start with you. Hmm…” she took a second to think “How did you realize you were attracted to women?” You blushed a bit as you began to give an answer “Well, I never had a great relationship with my mother I suppose… And when I started looking to date, I never felt attracted to age appropriate men quite like women… y’know?”

Peggy stifled a snicker and just smirked in response. Shit. You had basically just confessed to having mommy issue in front of Peggy fucking Carter. Who was at least a good decade and a half older than you.

“What about you?” You quickly deflected, hoping to save yourself from any more blushing and kink confessions. “I basically summed it up earlier, after Steve, most men couldn’t cut it for me.” She continued, “Howard said we both had pent up sexual tension. I mean, I understand me, but Why did he say that about you?” Now you were ales most chocking on the oxygen in your throat from surprise. “Uh… I think he just doesn’t like the fact that I’m never seen with anyone else, while he’s with a new girl every hour or so.” You half way Lied your way through that one. It was embarrassing for you to mention not having had any sexual pleasure from another since your studies. It had been a while. That was the true answer. Peggy responded while you were in your thoughts, “For me, I think Howard just wants me to get laid. I haven’t had a good fucking besides my own hand in so long.” Damn was she straightforward… You wish you could just say that. “Yea, I guess that’s part of it for me as well” you managed to get out, feeling back for not being completely honest for some reason. “When was your last time?” Peggy inquired. And this one truly got you. You blushed hard. You choked on your own air. Your eyes widened. You answered with a strain “a long time… since my studies..” you reluctantly answered, yet you felt safe to get that off your chest. Peggy chuckled, “Mine was during the war. Not as long as you, but a few years is certainly long enough.” “It certainly it” you agreed with her, glancing at her luscious lips for a second. Shit. Was Howard right? Would this actually work?

“What if Howard was right?” You asked, not being able to keep the line from your thoughts and your words straight, which you immediately regretted. Peggy looked at you a bit surprised but also pleased, “If Howard was right? Then… I think we’d make a mess of his lab” she laughed teasingly. “Then why don’t we?” You hesitantly whispered, hoping to god she’d say yes. But she didn’t say anything. She simply came over to you, tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and whispered into your ear, “then… you’d listen to every word I say, and be a good girl for mommy.” She backed up to look you in the eyes, hers full of dark lust. “Yes” you breathlessly whimpered. “Yes Mommy…” you whimpered and almost moaned.

The next morning, Howard had this breakfast and made his way down to the lab, exited to see if his little experiment had worked out. He unlocked the door and couldn’t contain his laughter. The lab was absolutely wrecked. Equipment everywhere. And on the center lab table, Peggy had you spread out as she finger fucked you with one hand and had her other wrapped around your neck. “Fuck Howard, out!” You mewled trying to get words out, about to cum for the upteenth time. You were in such a sex fog, you hadn’t even heard him coming or unlocking the door. “Well would look at that!” Howard exclaimed. Peggy moved close to your ear and tauntingly purred, “Last one love, cum on my fingers in front of Howard. Show him and Mommy how much of a lesbian slut you truly are”. And then you came. In front of Howard. And you couldn’t even contain your moan. It was too overstimulating. “Fuuuck, Mommy” you screamed. “Shit”. Howard said. “Hell, maybe I should be a lesbian” he chuckled, as he left the room, leaving you two alone.

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Crave 3

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Itto x Isekai'd!Reader, Xiao x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After Itto had carried you out of the bathhouse, it was now Itto's turn to show you what it's like to actually have sex (no offense to the other men). After Itto had wrecked your insides, and you struggled to walk, Xiao assists you to your room! A notebook catches Xiao's eyes and his curiosity got the best of him, only for him to find himself balls deep inside of you.

Note: This part won't be a threesome like how it was for Zhongli and Diluc. Xiao and Itto will get their own separate smut in this part instead. Some smuts for the men will be different from each other. Either it's a threesome or just one on one kind of smut. I can throw in a foursome, but I don't know how that will work out LMAO ☠️ As previously stated in Parts one and two of Crave, I tried to keep the smut as gender-neutral as possible. Still, this smut (and every other smut I have written on this blog so far) does lean more towards AFAB!Reader/female-bodied reader. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT! To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, Itto spits in the reader's mouth, Itto has a monstrous cock (are we surprised? The man is an oni for archon's sake), cum eating, oral (reader receiving), cervix fucking, mating press, Itto leaving claw marks on the reader's thighs, slight breeding kink, soft dom!Xiao (idk if it's soft dom!Xiao, but it's dom!Xiao either way), hair pulling, biting

Word Count: 9.9k

Crave "Chapters": [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7]

Itto kicks his bedroom door open, causing the wooden door to fly open and slam against the wall. You yelped and held onto Itto tightly, afraid that the door was going to fly back to your face. Itto grabs you by your waist before tossing you onto his king-sized bed. You attempt to cover your naked body with one of his blankets, only for Itto to yank it off of you completely. You shuddered at the cool air brushing against your nipples, causing them to harden up. You feel your face become red when you see Itto’s eyes scanning each and every part of your naked body. His red-yellow eyes took in the sight in front of him hungrily. Itto’s tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his lips hungrily as he gets on his bed and crawls towards you like a lion stalking its prey.

“My, my! You’re looking very delicious right now.” Itto purrs, his large hands running up your legs, causing you to shiver at the feeling of his hands rubbing your legs gently. Itto lightly squeezes both of your thighs with a tiny smirk on his face.

“Itto! We shouldn’t be doing this right now! I’m still tired from what happened earlier today.” You whined softly, feeling your body tense up when Itto’s hands got closer to your groin. You squeezed your eyes shut when Itto began to poke and prod your sullied entrance. Itto hums to himself before slowly sticking his right index finger into your hole, causing you to tense up at the sudden intrusion.

“I-Itto!” You whimpered as Itto started to finger your heat, causing you to become wet. Well, you couldn’t tell if your entrance was wet from Itto’s doing or if it was from your and Childe’s mixed cum that was still inside of you. You feel your face heat up when the sound of squelching fills Itto’s bedroom, causing your face to become red.

“Aw, look who’s becoming shy!” Itto laughs, his left hand reaching up to caress your face in his hands. A soft smile appears on his face, “No need to get all shy around me now, cutie. I’m just getting started.” He purrs, leaning his face down before burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let out a small gasp when you feel Itto’s warm, wet tongue lapping at your neck. As Itto is licking and sucking on the skin of your neck, Itto continues to plunge his large, thick fingers into your heat. You felt a sharp prick in your neck, causing you to let out a surprised yelp and whine.

“Itto! Did you just bite me!?” You whined, attempting to push him off of you. Itto hums against your neck, licking the area where he had bitten you before pulling away from you. You can see faint traces of blood on his lips and jaws. Itto flashes you a toothy grin before wiping his mouth with the back of his hands.

“You know, I don’t really like that you still have another man’s cum inside of you,” Itto states, putting both of his hands on his hips as he looks down at your cum-filled hole. Itto presses his lips together before saying, “I’m going to scoop it out of ya.” Itto states, catching you off guard.

“You’re going to what!?” You squeaked, looking up at the tall oni in complete shock, pressing your legs together on instinct.

“I’m going to scoop it out of you! What’s so hard to process?” Itto asks, raising an eyebrow at you before he sits down in front of you. Itto parts your legs with his left hand before reaching down to your groin, lightly rubbing it before inserting his index finger into you. Itto curls his finger inside of you, causing you to squeak and arch your back. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut tightly as Itto continued to plunge and curl his fingers up inside of you. Itto then inserts another finger into your sopping hole, stretching you even more. A strained gasp and whine leave your mouth, causing Itto to fasten the pace. You gritted your teeth and held onto Itto’s wrists while he hit all of the right spots with his index and middle finger. After what felt like a long time, Itto has finally pulled his fingers out from your entrance.

Itto lifts his cum covered hands up to your lips, “Suck.” Itto ordered, waiting for you to suck on his fingers. You gulped and opened your mouth slowly; Itto smirked before pushing his fingers into your mouth, almost touching your uvula, causing you to jolt and gag on his fingers. Tears pricked your eyes while your lips trembled around Itto’s fingers. You begin to slowly suck on Itto’s fingers, almost visibly cringing at the taste of your and Childe’s combined cum on your tongue. You never understood how people could willingly swallow human bodily fluids. You had to fight back the urge to spit the substance out of your mouth, continuing to suck and lick Itto’s cum covered fingers.

“Oh, there’s still some left in you.” Itto murmurs, pulling his fingers out from your mouth before inserting the two fingers into your warm cavern, curling both of his fingers up inside of you before slowly pulling his fingers out. You let out a loud “ow!” startling Itto.

He looks up at you with wide eyes before asking, “What’s wrong?! What happened?!” Your face contorted in pain, your hand hovering over the area where Itto had accidentally jabbed you.

“You accidentally poked my insides really hard with your pointy nails.” You squeaked, slowly cracking your eyes open to look at the oni in front of you. Itto’s eyes widened in fear, quickly pulling his fingers out of you, causing you to squeal at the sensation.

“Here, quickly suck on my fingers. I’m going to do something.” Itto says.

You give Itto a wary look before complying. You grabbed Itto’s wrists and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking the cum off of his fingers while he knelt in front of your spread legs. Itto’s face gets close to your hole, and he grabs you by the waist with one hand before pulling you towards the edge of the bed.

Before you could ask Itto was he was going to do, you were cut off by letting out a sharp, surprised gasp when Itto buried his face between your legs. Itto’s index and middle finger fall out of your mouth. Itto grabs your hips with both of his hands, pulling you much closer to his face, almost smothering him. Itto flattens his tongue on your entrance before poking and prodding your hole with the tip of his tongue. Itto was eating you out as if he hadn’t eaten anything in days. Itto was swirling his tongue, licking stripes up and down your entrance, slurping up your juices. You had your hands buried in Itto’s hair, pulling and tangling your fingers in his white hair as he continued to lick and slurp up your essence. Itto’s fangs brush against the small bud lightly, causing you to jerk underneath him.

“Oh? What is this?” Itto asks, pulling away from you and poking the small ball of nerves. You whimpered and jolted at the feeling. Itto gets off from the ground and wipes his mouth with his hands, “As much as I would like to make you burst and see the stars with my amazing oral skills, I need to be inside of you immediately, or else I’ll go crazy!” Itto says, giving you a seductive smirk.

Itto starts taking off the spikes, his fingerless gloves, his belt, and his coat. Halfway through undressing, Itto was beginning to struggle to take the other accessories off of his body. You can see frustration starting to grow the more time goes by. Itto groans and rolls his eyes, and before you could even process what was going on, Itto starts tearing and ripping the complicated accessories off his body.

“Itto! You didn’t need to rip them off!” You squeaked, looking at the oni in front of you with wide eyes. Itto ignores your comment as he continues to tear at every piece of clothing and accessory that was once worn on his body. The more Itto pulled these items off of his body, the more skin was exposed. You couldn’t help but admire the marking on Itto’s body; it makes him look even more attractive than he already was. You felt yourself almost salivating at the gorgeous and breathtaking sight in front of you. The last thing that Itto took off was his boxers with mini onikabuto patterns on them; just seeing them almost made you giggle to yourself.

“Archons, you’re so effortlessly cute.” You think to yourself, eyes scanning his almost naked body with hunger. Sure, your organs were rearranged by Childe moments ago and by Zhongli and Diluc the day before; you’re looking forward to seeing what Itto has in store for you. You’re both titillated and nervous because of the enormous bulge in his boxers. What could he be hiding underneath those onikabuto patterned boxers of his?

“Well, I’m obviously not going to rip my most favorite boxers,” Itto says jokingly. You giggled softly and watched Itto slowly pull down his boxers. Once Itto’s boxers pool around his ankles, Itto’s dick springs up and slaps up against his abs. Your eyes grew twice the size at the sight of Itto’s erect cock. Dear archons, that thing is HUGE! There was no way in hell his dick would be able to fit inside of you without ripping you apart! Just when you thought that Foul Legacy has a massive dick, Itto outdid the Foul Legacy. Then again, the sex with Foul Legacy was just a wet dream—a very vivid one, at that.

Not only was Itto’s cock lengthy, but it was also girthy. That thing would stretch you and probably tear you apart if the two of you weren’t careful with putting it inside of you. You just know that it will hurt going in the first few minutes, but it’ll feel so good once you’ve adjusted to the size and when Itto is plunging in and out of you.

“Are you ready for your insides to be obliterated?” Itto asks; a smirk appears on his face while he is tapping and rubbing his member between your legs. You feel yourself clench around nothing while you squeeze your eyes shut. Even though Itto has somewhat prepped you for the impending penetration, you couldn’t help but worry that he would wreck your insides just by putting the tip of his penis inside of you.

“Obliterated!? What do you mean by— ack!” You choke on your words when you feel the tip of Itto’s dick poking your entrance, preparing to breach inside of you.

“Try not to squeeze, or else I won’t be able to enter.” Itto grunts, gradually sinking his long, fat cock inside of you. You let out a loud wail, your hands clawing at Itto’s biceps, unintentionally clenching around his dick. Itto groans loudly, his nails digging into your waist as he slowly thrusts his cock into you, sinking into you inch by inch.

“Itto! It’s too much! It’s too much!” You whined, fresh tears pooling around your eyes, slowly cascading down your flushed cheeks. You clench your jaws, your eyes shut tightly, your thighs tensing up every time Itto sinks further into your heat. “It hurts! You’re too big!” You screeched loudly when Itto sent a sharp thrust. You gasp loudly, wrapping your arms around Itto’s broad shoulders tightly.

“Come on, cutie! You can do it; the tip only made it inside.” Itto moans, tightening his drip on your hipbone so tightly that you’re sure that it’ll bruise very soon. The bruise wasn’t on your mind at that very moment; the only thing you could think about was Itto’s trying to bury his massive cock deep inside of your sopping wet hole. “F-Fuck!” Itto stutters, burying his cock further into you. Your thighs were trembling at the feeling of Itto’s monstrous member sinking deeper and deeper into your entrance.

“Baby, stop clenching! Relax.” Itto grunts; he pins you to his massive bed, his arms caging you against his bed, his chest hovering above your face. You let out a series of whines and yelps as Itto lightly thrusts inside of you, hoping that the gentle thrusts will help loosen you up a bit for him to slip inside of you to the hilt of his dick. “Come on, baby, relax. It’ll be okay. I know it hurts. Just, please, relax.” Itto pants propping himself up with his hands, he looks down at you.

The sight of you laying on his bed, sprawled out, flustered, teary-eyed, whimpering, and occasionally moaning, did something to him. Itto feels blood rushing to his cock, causing him to harden even more. You froze when you felt Itto harden inside of you; you look up at the oni with wide eyes, speechless. Without thinking, Itto grabs onto both of your legs, lifts them, and pushes them back. You bit down on your lips and covered your mouth to prevent you from moaning too loudly. Itto has your left and right leg pinned beside your head on the bed, leaving your cock stuffed entrance on full display for Itto to see.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.” Itto purrs, licking his canines while giving you a wolfish grin. “Brace yourself.” Itto states. You blink up at Itto, trying to process what he had just said to you. What did he mean by ‘brace yourself?’

“Wait, Itto— FUCK! ITTO!” You screamed, clawing at his muscular back when he plunged his huge dick into your entrance, his hips pressing down against yours. You subconsciously reached up to Itto’s horns and grabbed onto you, catching him off guard. Itto lets out a loud moan, bucking his hips against yours with a forceful thrust; your jaws fall open, letting out a silent scream when the bulbous tip of his cock reaches the deepest part inside of you, hitting that sweet spot.

“Oh! Fuck!” You whimpered, tightening your grip on Itto’s horns.

A mix between a groan and a growl rumbles deep within Itto’s chest. Your legs were beginning to turn numb from having it pinned beside your head on the bed, causing your thighs to become sore. “Itto! Move!” You kick your legs in the air. Itto pants against your ears, and his chest is rising up and down at a rapid pace. Itto completely forgot to tell you that his horns are very sensitive, and it makes him even more hornier (hehe, get it?) than he already was. You grabbing onto those horns of his is causing his cock to harden even more inside of you— if it was even possible.

“Oh, I’ll definitely move.” Itto grits his teeth. Itto slowly props himself up with both of his hands before he begins to thrust in and out of your entrance. At first, it started off at a slow pace, giving you some time to adjust to Itto’s lengthy and girthy cock. Every time Itto thrusts into you, you feel the fat tip of his dick hit that spot inside of you that causes your vision to black out while stars temporarily dance behind your closed eyelids.

“You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Tight!” Itto slams his cock deep inside of you. A loud wail rips from your throat, your left hand clawing down his muscular back while your right hand has a firm grip on his left horn. “Baby, don’t flex! You need to relax, or else it’ll hurt you even more.” Itto grunts. His right hand was reaching down to your pubic bone before gently massaging the area. Your breathing was labored as you tried to force yourself to relax and not tense around Itto. You feel your body beginning to relax slowly, your thighs becoming limp in Itto’s hold.

“There you go.” Itto coos, reaching up to the hand that was grabbing ahold of one of his horns. Itto held onto your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before pressing a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“Itto, it still hurts.” You whisper, squeezing his hands tightly as you bite down on your trembling lips. You don’t think you can last any longer; you feel like you are going to burst if Itto continues to be inside of you. Itto coos softly; he leans down and starts pressing gentle kisses on your face, causing you to crack a smile. Even during a very intimate moment, Itto never fails to make you feel loved.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll all go away soon once I start moving.” Itto says, pressing one last kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you. At first, Itto starts off with a slow pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time Itto hit that one spot inside of you, causing you to tighten around his cock. With every passing minute, every time Itto plunges in and out of your hole, you feel yourself beginning to adjust to Itto’s size. The pain and discomfort melted away and were replaced by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Soon enough, loud moans and labored pants replaced the sounds of your whimpers and yelps.

“Harder, Itto! Harder!” You panted, lightly tapping on his biceps with trembling hands. Itto looks down at you with wide eyes, staring at you in astonishment. Slowly halting his thrusts, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” Itto laughs. You were about to ask Itto what he meant but was interrupted by Itto pulling his cock all the way out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was still inside of you. He gives you a quick wink before slamming his cock back inside of you. Your eyes widened and let out a strangled gasp when Itto plunged into your sopping wet hole, the fat tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Itto almost blacked out at the immense pleasure he felt, gripping onto your hips so tightly. Itto starts to claw at your thighs while hammering into your entrance. With each powerful thrust, your body would shoot up the bed, almost slamming the top of your head to the wooden headboard of Itto’s bed. You placed both of your hands on the wooden headboard to prevent yourself from getting your head repeatedly slammed on the headboard.

“Itto, Itto! Slow down! My head is going to hit the headboard!” You squealed, your eyes screwed shut.

Itto slowly stops his thrusts before letting out a snort. Itto pulls you off the bed and lifts you up into his arms, and he grabs both of your legs wrapped around his waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and situate yourself in his arms before he continues to ram himself up into your hot entrance. You squealed, grabbing onto his long hair tightly, your face nestling up where his neck and shoulder meet.

Itto wraps both of his arms around your waist and starts to slam you down onto his cock; your arms were almost flailing all over the place with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against one another, your moans and gasps, Itto’s deep groans and growls echo in his bedroom. The room was hot and humid; the smell of sex and sweat lingered in the air, your and Itto’s breath mixing.

Itto grabs you by your chin before slamming his lips against yours. You tangled your fingers into Itto’s hair, kissing Itto back. Itto slips his tongue into your mouth while pistoning his colossal cock into your entrance, his pace never faltering one bit. Itto quickly breaks the kiss and pulls his dick completely out of you, causing you to let out a whine.

Before you could protest, Itto tosses you back on his bed, flips you over on your stomach, yanks you to the edge of his bed, and positions you on all fours with your ass facing him. Itto licks his lips at the sight. You were about to turn your head back to ask Itto why he suddenly pulled out when you were rudely interrupted.

SMACK!

“Itto!” You squealed, your head falling between your arms. Your right ass cheek was stinging from the sharp slap that Itto had placed upon your soft cheeks. You grumbled incoherent words to yourself. Itto grabs you by your hair before ramming his cock back into your entrance. You screeched at the sudden feeling of his cock penetrating deep inside of you. You unintentionally clenched around Itto’s cock, causing the oni to growl.

Itto tightens his grip around your hair before he starts pounding into you at an unimaginable speed. You shut your eyes tightly, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, your mouth agape, your tongue rolling out of your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You didn’t even know what you were seeing behind your eyes anymore.

Your vision would briefly turn white with each hard thrust; you would see stars in your behind your eyelids each time the mushroom tip of Itto’s dick repeatedly kissed your cervix. You can feel yourself coming to an end, and your lower abdomen was starting to tighten while your hole was sucking Itto in each time he pulled out, wrapping around his cock so tightly that it was almost impossible for Itto to pull out.

“Fuck, baby! It seems like you don’t want me to leave at all.” Itto lets out a breathless laugh. He leans over you and wraps an arm around your naked torso while the other hand plants on the bed. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” He whispers, causing your eyes to widen. Your entrance pulses around Itto’s member, making him hiss lightly. “Looks like someone likes the idea of me breeding them.” Itto coos, planting a kiss on your cheeks while thrusting into your warm hole, craving for the feeling of Itto painting your insides white with his thick cum. Itto pulls on your hair; his thrust was becoming erratic, his chest rumbling with a snarl, his eyebrows furrowing with focus.

“Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum.” Itto groans, slamming your waist back against his cock. You release a loud moan when the tight rope in your lower abdomen snaps, causing you to tighten around Itto’s cock and cover his dick with your cum. Itto moans into your shoulders, his face burying into your shoulder blades as he releases thick ropes of cum inside of you, painting your walls white with his spunk. You whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you and beginning to leak out of your entrance and slide down your sweaty thighs.

You waited for Itto to pull out, but he remained inside of you. Realization hits you in the face when you notice that Itto’s cum continues to fill you up. You turn your head to look at Itto with wide eyes, “Are you still cumming inside of me!?” You squeaked.

“That was the best and hottest sex I’ve ever had! Of course, I’m going to be cumming a lot when I had the best person to fuck.” Itto says, slapping your ass cheeks lightly. You jolt at the feeling of Itto’s palms meeting your sore buttcheeks. You groaned and let your head fall on the mattress while Itto’s cum continued to fill you up and spill out of you and onto the bed. Itto grunts when he slowly pulls out of you; you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. You collapsed on Itto’s bed, the feeling of exhaustion hitting you like a train.

“You tried me out, Itto.” You breathed. Itto snorts and plops down beside you, pulling you against his bare chest and wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling up against you.

“I would say the same thing, but I’m an oni, and we have pretty high stamina!” Itto says, pressing his lips against your shoulder. You mumbled to yourself, letting yourself get comfortable in Itto’s arms. You feel yourself start to slowly drift off to sleep as your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Itto gradually adjusts you in his arms, having you rest your head on his biceps while clinging onto this forearm. A shy smile appears on Itto’s face; he brushes your hair away from your face, pressing a kiss on your temples before reaching over to grab a pillow to lay his head on. Itto tightens his grip around you before drifting off to sleep beside you.

The next day, when you woke up from your sleep, your entire body was sore, especially between your thighs and the area where Itto had spanked you and bit you. You yawned and stretched your legs and arms out, almost letting out a moan when doing so. You scratched your head and slowly sat up on Itto’s bed, only to plop back down. Your limbs felt like jelly, and you could hardly get yourself to sit up without wanting to collapse. You hear the door open; your eyes dart over to the entrance of Itto’s bedroom.

“Morning, sunshine! Everyone is waiting for you downstairs for breakfast. I quickly went over to your room to grab something to wear before bringing you to the dining room.” Itto sang, trotting over to where you lay happily. He tosses your undergarments and an oversized t-shirt, catching you by surprise.

“I don’t remember owning an oversized t-shirt.” You said, holding up the plain white shirt while looking at Itto with a questionable look.

“Of course, it’s not yours! It’s mine, and you’ll be wearing it downstairs!” Itto gives you a broad smile and lightly ruffles your bedhead.

“Since when did you wear shirts? You’re usually shirtless most of the time.” You sighed, slowly getting off the bed. Your knees automatically lock beneath you, causing you to crash to the ground. Since Itto was within reach, he was able to catch you before you could meet the floor of his bedroom.

“I do have shirts! I just choose not to wear them!” Itto says, rolling his eyes playfully before helping you sit at the corner of his bed. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at you worriedly.

“I’m okay, Itto! I’m a bit sore from yesterday, and my legs feel like jelly.” You answer, looking away from Itto shyly while heat was creeping up your neck and face.

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom, and whatever you need me to assist you with, I’d be happy to help!” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed in relief and gave Itto a small smile, “Thank you, Itto! I really appreciate it.” Itto lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.

After Itto had set you down on the edge of the bathtub, Itto left the bathroom to give you some privacy. You quickly did all of your business in the bathroom— used the toilet, took a shower, scrubbed your body from head to toe while being careful around the areas where Itto had bitten you and clawed at your thighs.

You can see bruises blooming at your waist from how tightly Itto was holding onto your waist while wrecking your insides. After your brief shower (it was actually almost 30 minutes long because of how many times you nearly collapsed in the shower due to your legs feeling like gelatin), you dried off your body with a fluffy towel. You put on your undergarments, then the oversized t-shirt that belongs to Itto. You didn’t bother drying your hair after brushing it, so you opened the bathroom door, only to see Itto waiting for you on his bed. You noticed that Itto had changed his bedsheets, and the previous bedsheet was tossed into the hamper, waiting to be washed and cleaned.

“Need me to carry you downstairs?” Itto asks, getting up from his bed before walking over to where you stood. You think for a moment. At the same time, you’re shy about having Itto carry you down the stairs for breakfast where the other men are waiting, but you can’t go down the stairs, or even walk for that matter, without your legs giving out on you. If you were to walk to the dining room on your own without Itto’s assistance, you would topple down the stairs before your feet could touch the first step of the stairs.

“Yes, please! I don’t think I’ll be able to walk out of this room without falling or stumbling all over the place!” Itto crouch down in front of you with his back facing your direction. You hopped onto Itto’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Itto holds onto both of your legs before standing up straight; he adjusts you on his back before looking at you over his shoulders. “Hold on tight. We wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” You nod your head and tighten your grip around Itto.

Itto walks over to his bedroom door and grabs onto the door handle before twisting the knob. You felt your heart beginning to hammer against your chest when Itto steps out of the room with you on his back. The more Itto walked down the stairs, the more nervous you got. The week hasn’t even gone by, and yet here you are, fucked by four out of fifteen men so far. It was like you have a checklist on who you’re going to fuck with next. I mean, maybe you do, perhaps you don’t! Even if you were to have a list of who you want to fuck next (you don’t), that “list” will get rearranged in a different order with random pairs you’d never imagine to be in the same room doing the same scandalous things. Man, imagine if the citizens of Teyvat knew what was going on behind the closed doors of the abode. They would be clutching their Sango pearls in shock and horror.

“Gentlemen! I have arrived with [Y/N]!” Itto announces once he steps foot into the dining room with you on his back. You peeked from Itto’s shoulders shyly, praying that no one heard you and Itto yesterday.

“Oh, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?” Venti asks, giving you a cheerful smile as he takes a sip from his glass cup. You’re assuming that he’s drinking alcohol again. He’s a bit chipper today as well, a little bit chipper than he usually is.

“I actually slept pretty well, surprisingly.” You reply nervously, getting off of Itto after he squatted down beside an empty chair at the dining table. You presumed that this is where you’ll be sitting for breakfast. You pulled the chair out from under the table and quickly sat down on the chair before your legs could magically become gelatin and cause you to fall to the ground in front of everyone. Yeah, the men witnessing you being weak to the knees because of Itto will surely make them upset.

“Yeah, I bet you slept well all because of me!” Childe says, a smirk appearing on his face as he leans back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

“But were you the one that was able to get [Y/N] to scream at the top of their lungs so loud that it startled the fowls and boars?” Diluc asks, raising an eyebrow at Childe.

“Can we not talk about this while we’re eating?” Scaramouche deadpans, stabbing the pancake in front of him with the knife and fork.

“Seriously, I just want to be able to eat breakfast without people talking about how loud I was.” You grumbled, grabbing your fork and knife before cutting into the pancake that Thoma had made for you. While you were slicing your pancake and taking a small bite out of them, you couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes staring holes right into you. You slowly bite down on the slice of pancakes and lift your head up, only to see the men staring at you closely. Their eyes zeroed in on this one specific area on your neck. You pulled the fork out of your mouth, chewed on the pancake, and swallowed the pancake while looking around you quizically. You reached for your cloth napkin and lightly wiped your lips with it, hoping that your sudden movement would snap them out of their daydream, but it didn’t seem to be working one bit.

“What are you guys staring at?” You spoke up.

“What is that on your neck?” Dainsleif asks, leaning forward in his seat slightly as he squints his eyes to get a much closer look at your neck.

“What is what on my—” You reached your hand up and placed it over the spot that the others were looking at. You winced when your hand made contact with that particular area. “— neck.” You blinked, lightly tracing your fingers over the same spot again. Xiao leans over the table to get a closer look; his eyes darken before he slowly turns over to Itto and the rest of the men.

“A bite mark,” Xiao states, looking over at Itto with a glare.

“A bite mark!?” Zhongli asks, his eyes widening at Xiao’s statement before glancing over at Itto, who was smiling sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck; the color pink dusting his cheeks was slowly creeping up to his ears.

“You bit [Y/N]!?” Thoma gasps, his mouth agape from shock.

“Well, yeah! Who wouldn’t want to mark up this cutie?” Itto says, reaching over to you and lightly pinching your cheeks with a smile on his face.

“I thought we all agreed not to mark [Y/N] up since they belong to all of us.” Kaeya sighs softly, propping his head up on the table with his right arm, his eyebrow raised at the oni.

“Oh, I assumed that marking [Y/N] meant branding them.” Itto laughs. You stared at Itto in horror, then looked at the others with wide eyes.

“Come on, Itto! You know that some of us are possessive over [Y/N].” Gorou says, looking at Scaramouche, Zhongli, Childe, and Ayato from the corners of his eyes.

“Possessive, you say?” Ayato hums softly. A fake smile appears on Ayato’s face; if anyone were to look at Ayato very closely, they could barely tell that Ayato was clenching his jaws. Underneath his gloves, Ayato’s knuckles were turning white from how hard he was squeezing his fist shut on his biceps.

“I believe that this type of conversation is best to be discussed after breakfast.” Albedo hums, chewing on his almost cold pancakes.

“I agree with Albedo on this one. We wouldn’t want utensils to be flying at anyone’s head during breakfast, now, do we?” Baizhu asks, raising an eyebrow at the men around him.

“It would be a tragedy if someone were to lose their eyeball during breakfast,” Kazuha murmurs, sipping on his tea alongside Zhongli.

You sighed dramatically and rested your head back on the chair. Again, even if you were to sleep with everyone in the abode, it doesn’t stop the possessiveness these men hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if someone ends up putting a collar on you with the words “PROPERTY OF ______ ♡” on the back of the charm. Needless to say, breakfast was pretty awkward, and the silence almost suffocated you. Occasionally, the men would ask you questions here and there about whether you were enjoying breakfast, or they would ask you what you planned on doing today.

“I think I’m going to rest for today. I’m really tired and really sore.” The fourteen men shoot a glare over at Itto for a brief moment before looking back at you. “Since I showered today already, I’ll be resting in my room with a book or something.” You answered, finishing your last bite of pancake.

“That’s good to hear! As long as you let yourself rest and not overexert yourself, you should be fine!” Thoma says, getting up from his seat before grabbing your plate along with his. Before you could protest, Thoma had already disappeared into the kitchen with both of your dishes and utensils.

“Do you want me to get you any pain medication to help ease your pain of any kind?” Baizhu asks softly, placing his left hand over your right hand. The thirteen men narrowed their eyes at Baizhu’s hand, almost glaring holes into them.

“I don’t know.” You said, slumping down in your seat with a defeated sigh. “If there’s any medication that can help ease the soreness, then that would be great. But I hope that it won’t be too much of a hassle.” You murmured.

“Oh, [Y/N]. Helping you out is never a hassle.” Baizhu gives you a smile; he brushes your hair away from your face before standing up. “I will be heading down to Bubu Pharmacy very soon to get you medication to help with any aches and pains. Although I believe that there should be some pain medication left in the medicine cabinets.” Baizhu murmurs, disappearing into the kitchen with his plate in his hands.

“Do you want me to assist you to your bedroom?” Xiao asks, appearing beside you in thin air, startling you a little bit.

“Yes, please!” You give him a grateful smile before slowly getting up from your seat. Xiao has his arms wrapped around your waist while your left arm is tossed over his shoulders. You and Xiao ignored the other men’s grumbles before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. Each step you took was almost agonizing. You let out a strained whimper, pausing in your steps, almost collapsing down the stairs. If it weren’t for Xiao, you would’ve fallen down the stairs already.

“I guess I went a little bit too rough on [Y/N].” Itto laughs nervously, almost shrinking in his seat when the men glared at him.

“A little too rough on [Y/N]?” Venti asks, looking at Itto skeptically.

“I think you took the term ‘rearrange their guts’ too seriously, Itto,” Albedo says, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“He might have done way more than rearrange their guts,” Kazuha mutters, getting up from his seat abruptly, grabbing his empty plate before walking into the kitchen where Baizhu and Thoma are at.

“Are you sure you can make it up to your room on your feet?” Xiao asks, looking down at you worriedly. “I can carry you to your room if you’d like for me to do so.” Xiao offers, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Considering I can barely make it up the stairs without feeling pain, I might as well take up on your offer.” You said softly, looking up at Xiao with those doe-like eyes of yours.

Xiao gulps before anxiously picking you up bridal style, causing you to let out a soft squeak. You wrap both of your arms around Xiao’s shoulders as he marched up the stairs, carrying you up the stairs as if you weighed like nothing.

Once the two of you make it to your bedroom, Xiao lightly kicks your bedroom door open and carries you inside of your room. Xiao placed you down on your bed and walked over to your window, opening the blinds to let some sunlight into your room. You leaned over to your nightstand and grabbed a new book you started reading not too long ago. At first, you assumed that Xiao would leave your room after he was able to bring you to your bedroom safely, but he remains in your room. While you were leaning up against your bed with your back propped up on tons of pillows and plushies, Xiao walked around your room to get a much closer look at your bedroom decor. Plushies that were gifted to you lined up on various shelves, books on mini shelves that were nailed to the wall, pictures of you and the men at the beach, Windblume festival, Lantern Rite festival, and the Irodori festival hung on the wall near your desk.

On your desk was a small open journal with writings and sketches in it. A small picture frame sat on your desk; it was a selfie of you and the fifteen men behind you. They were utterly knocked out asleep while you were sticking your tongue out at the camera with a cheeky smile on your face. Xiao slowly walks over to your desk and picks up the picture frame, and notices a much smaller image in the corner. It was a photo of you and Xiao, completely knocked out on the hammock together. You were laying on his chest, face nestled into the crook of his neck, his arms were wrapped around your waist, while his cheek was resting on top of your head. Xiao slowly places the picture frame back down on your desk before his eyes linger over to your notebook and pick it up.

Xiao looked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t looking. You were occupied with the book in your hands, your index finger in your mouth while you bit on your nail, immersed in the book. Xiao slowly looks back down at the notebook in his hands, and his eyes begin skimming through the words written on the page. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, and his head tilts to the side as he continues to read the words that were written in your journal. Xiao flips the page to continue reading, only to realize that he is reading a story that you have written down yourself. Once Xiao got to that scene of the book, his eyes widened, and his face turned scarlet red before accidentally slamming the notebook back down on your desk, startling you.

“Xiao?” You call out his name from your bed, slowly closing the book in your hand. “What was that?” You ask, gradually moving to the edge of your bed.

“Nothing. You shouldn’t be moving. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Xiao states, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff of breath. Xiao subconsciously looks over at the notebook that he had unintentionally slammed down on your table; the tips of his ears were red, and so was his face.

“Did you see something you weren’t supposed to?” You inquired, raising your eyebrows at Xiao skeptically. Xiao scoffs and looks away from you, his eyes scanning your desk while trying to ignore the holes that were being stared into his back. You knelt on your bed to look over Xiao’s shoulders from where you were, but the minute your eyes landed on your closed notebook, your eyes turned wide.

“Did you read through my notebook!?” You screeched, stumbling out of your bed and marching over to where he stood.

“What!? No, I didn’t read through your notebook!” Xiao denies it, looking away from you with his nose sticking up in the air. You stood beside Xiao and stared down at the notebook that is now closed and faced down on your desk. You slowly turned your head to the side to face Xiao, your face bright red from embarrassment.

“You did read through my notebook, Xiao! My notebook was opened earlier, and it wasn’t faced down on my desk!” You said, lightly punching him while whining softly.

Oh, dear archons! This is so embarrassing! Xiao must’ve read the story that you have been working on for weeks! You couldn’t help but want to die from embarrassment and completely disappear off of the face of Teyvat because Xiao must have read the smut scene of the story! Why are so many embarrassing things happening to you so much lately?! Xiao lets out a quiet ‘tsk!’ before grabbing your arms and pulling you against his chest, causing you to stumble on your feet and crash into his chest. You look up at Xiao with wide eyes, your face turning into a much darker shade of red from the close proximity between the two of you. You can feel his muscles flexing underneath the tight white shirt he was wearing, along with his racing heart.

“The stuff that you wrote down in your notebook….” Xiao trails off. Xiao hesitates for a moment, not knowing how else he should continue. Should he make a comment about the sex scenes in the story, or should he comment about how certain sketched-out characters resemble the fifteen men but are made into one person?

“Forget about what you saw in the notebook!” You spoke up, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I think it’s best for the both of us to forget about it.” You give Xiao a weak smile before attempting to limp back over to your bed, but Xiao has a firm grip on your wrists.

“Are you mad at me?” Xiao asks. Oh great, now he looks like a kicked puppy. How could you ever be mad at someone like Xiao? Plus, it’s not like he intended on reading what was going on inside your notebook! It just happens to be wide open on your desk, and anyone could accidentally read what was written down in the notebook, not just Xiao.

You shook your head before caressing his face in your hands, “No, no, no! I’m not mad at you, Xiao.” You whisper softly. “How could I ever be mad at you for something you didn’t do on purpose?” You gently stroked his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs, giving him a small smile.

A shy smile appears on Xiao’s face before he presses his forehead against yours. You smiled and closed your eyes, melting into his arms. You felt Xiao cup your face in both of his hands; you slowly opened your eyes and looked at Xiao curiously. Xiao’s eyes were focused on your lips while he lightly ran his left thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly. Xiao looks up at you through his thick lashes, a faint glow coming from his eyes. Xiao’s eyes flutter close before leaning in towards your face. Your eyes slowly shut, meeting Xiao halfway. When your and Xiao’s lips meet, the kiss that is being shared between you and Xiao is delicate.

Xiao’s left hand slowly trails up to the back of your head; he weaves his fingers through your hair and lightly grabs your hair at the roots before lightly pulling your head back, breaking the kiss between the two of you. He tilts your head to the side and begins to press light kisses on your neck, slowly kissing down to your collarbones. Xiao ignores the teeth mark where your neck and shoulder meet before lightly sucking on your collarbones. Xiao hears a soft gasp coming from you, and he can almost hear your racing heartbeat if he were to listen really closely. You wrapped your arms around Xiao’s shoulders, head lolled back, neck, and collarbones exposed to Xiao’s soft touch and lips.

He cups your face in his hands once more before pressing his lips against yours. You reach up to Xiao’s hair and entangle your fingers through his soft hair. Xiao places both of his hands on your thighs, moving up towards your waist beneath Itto’s shirt. Itto’s shirt.

Xiao mumbles against your lips, “Jump.” You did as you were told and jumped. Xiao wraps your legs around his waist and carries you over to your bed. Xiao laid you down on your bed and caged you to your bed, both your chests heaving from the lack of air. Xiao reaches for the collar of the plain white t-shirt and grips it hard with both hands before tearing it open, revealing your bare chest beneath it. Your eyes widened when you heard the shirt rip loudly, staring up at the yaksha in shock.

“Xiao! That was Itto’s shirt!” You whispered. Xiao grumbles under his breath before ripping the shirt off of you completely. Xiao held up the torn shirt in their air for you to see more clearly before tossing it over to the other side of your bedroom. You looked over where the shirt landed, then back over at Xiao.

“And? I don’t like it whenever you wear another man’s shirt.” Xiao shrugs his shoulders, his eyes narrowing when he catches the sight of claw marks on your thighs. Just when he and the others thought that Itto biting you was the worst thing, Itto did more than just bite you. “It’s not like he’ll care if his shirt is torn up. He doesn’t even wear shirts at all.” Xiao mutters, grabbing your waist and pulling you up your bed further until your back touches your pillows and plushies.

The minute your back touches your pillow, Xiao bites down on the tip of his glove before yanking them off one by one. Xiao tosses his gloves to the ground before reaching up to grab your chest, catching you by surprise. His fingers brush over your nipples, making you arch your back slightly. Xiao raises an eyebrow at your reaction before lightly pinching your nipples and rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger. Xiao leans down and latches his mouth to your neglected nipple, and begins to suck on them while pinching, squeezing, and rolling the other.

“Xiao! Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” You whined, patting his head softly to grab his attention. Xiao releases your nipple with a loud ‘pop!’ before looking up at you, his hand still squeezing, pinching, and rolling your nipples. He gives you a look before reaching up to your face and pinching your cheeks with a faint smile on his face, “Someone’s impatient.” Xiao teases, causing you to do a doubletake. Since when did Xiao like teasing you?

“Xiaooooo~ Please fuck me, don’t keep me waiting!” You pouted, lightly tugging on his pants. Xiao sighs in defeat and gets off your bed before beginning to strip every single thing that was on his body. From his tight-fitted shirt to his shoes, his pants, and accessories. All Xiao was left now were his black boxers. You saw his muscles rippling with the slightest movements; Xiao was lean and thin, but his shoulders were broad. His gorgeous skin was littered with scars, some were old, and some were new.

Xiao knelt on your bed and crawled over to where you lay. You reached up and began to trace over Xiao’s scars; Xiao placed his hand over yours and laced his fingers with yours before pulling your hand up to his face and pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. Xiao leans over you and presses his lips back onto yours while reaching down to your underwear. You quickly lifted yourself up to let Xiao remove your underwear, not breaking the kiss while doing so. Once Xiao was able to take your underwear off, his hands immediately went to your lower region. You whimpered softly at the feeling of Xiao’s fingers poking at your entrance before slipping inside.

“I would much rather have you stretch me out with your cock than your fingers,” You sulked, letting out quiet moans each time he thrusts his pointer and middle finger in and out of your heat.

“You’re quite tight,” Xiao mutters, scissoring your hole, making you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out by his fingers. “Even the oni can’t stretch you out.” Xiao continues to plunge his fingers inside of you until you are in tears, begging him to just fill your insides up with his cock.

“Xiao! Who cares about whether Itto, Childe, Zhongli, or Diluc had stretched me out! Just fuck me already, please!” You whined, pulling at his arms.

Xiao lets out an audible hum, “If that’s what you want, then I guess that’s what I should give to you then.” Xiao pulled his fingers out of you and held them up for you to see. Xiao’s fingers were covered in your slick. Xiao stares at you right in the eyes before sticking his tongue out, licking his slicked-covered fingers. Your pupils were blown wide when Xiao cleaned your slick off of his fingers. A faint smirk appears on Xiao’s face when he sees the reaction on your face, feeling a little bit satisfied with getting a reaction out of you. Xiao reaches down to the waistband of his boxers and yanks his boxers off, tossing them to your bedroom floor.

The second that Xiao had pulled the waistband of his boxers off, his dick slapped his lower abdomen. The tip of his cock was red, pre-cum was oozing from the slit of his cock. You subconsciously licked your lips at the sight of Xiao’s pulsing member. Xiao grabs you by the fat of your thighs and pulls you close to him, the tip of his cock poking your entrance, smearing his pre-cum on your hole. You shuddered at the feeling of Xiao’s hot dick lightly rubbing against your exposed groin.

“Let me know if it hurts.” Xiao states; you nodded your head mutely, waiting for Xiao to stuff you with his cock.

Xiao grabs your right leg and tosses it over his shoulder, and keeps your left leg on your bed. Xiao holds onto the base of his shaft and lines up at your entrance, the bulbous head of his dick prods at your entrance. Xiao lets out a sharp breath while slowly inserting his dick into you. You bite down on your lower lip, and your head falls back to your pillows, feeling your walls clamp down around Xiao’s thick cock. Xiao rests his head on your shoulders, sinking more and more into your sweltering heat. The warmth of your hole almost made Xiao cum on the spot.

Xiao was able to bury his cock deep within you; his eyes rolled to the back of his skull from the immense pleasure he was feeling. Your chest was rising and falling at a fast pace because you were panting from the feeling of Xiao inserting his cock inside of you and feeling the entirety of his cock sheathed inside of you.

Xiao begins to ram his member inside of you slowly, his lips attaching to the base of your neck, and he begins to suck on the juncture of your neck. Xiao lets out a quiet moan, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your body jerked with each thrust; you tried to keep your moans and whines to a minimum while Xiao was plunging his cock deep inside of you. Xiao unlatches his lips from your neck before moving to the next area on your neck, proceeding to suck on the new spot on your neck, leaving a faint purple-blue bruise on your neck by sucking your neck.

You wrapped your legs around Xiao’s waist, pulling him closer to your body. You wrap your right arm around his shoulder while the left arm is snaked around his slim waist. An idea popped up in your mind when Xiao was plowing into your heat. Your left-hand hovers over Xiao’s buttcheeks; you place your hand on his buttcheeks before squeezing his cheeks. Xiao jerks against you, making the mushroom tip of his dick kiss your cervix. You squealed loudly when the bulbous tip of his cock punched that spot deep inside of you, causing the spongy walls of your insides to clamp down on his cock.

“W-What was that for?!” Xiao unlatches his lips from your neck and looks down at you with wide eyes, and his face is bright red. You couldn’t tell if his face was red because of the heat or if it was from the embarrassment that he felt whenever you squeezed his ass cheeks.

“Squishy.” You squeaked, letting out a tiny giggle. Xiao paused his thrusts to stare down at you in disbelief, not knowing what else to say or how else to respond to your comment.

“You squished my ass, only to comment on the squishiness of it?!” Xiao asks, looking at you incredulously. You nodded your head happily, squeezing your thighs around his waist, making Xiao thrust into you.

“You have a squishy butt, but it’s not as squishy as Zhongli’s bubble butt!” You giggled loudly when Xiao narrowed his eyes at your comment. You didn’t know if Xiao’s reaction was caused by your comment or if it was because you mentioned Zhongli’s butt. Before you could open your mouth to ask him what was wrong, Xiao tightens his grip around your ankles and starts plowing his beefy cock in and out of your entrance. You wailed and dug your nails into his pale butt cheeks, your body jerking with every thrust.

“Do not mention another man’s name or his ass while I’m balls deep inside of you!” Xiao growls, leaning down and pressing his lips on the spot under your jaws. He begins to mark you while forcing his member deep inside of you, the leaking tip of his cock repeatedly striking the most sensitive spots inside of you.

“I’m sorry, Xiao! I’m sorry!” You screeched, your face contorting with pleasure as the knot in your lower belly started to form and tighten each time the mushroom tip of his cock hit the sacred spot inside of you. Xiao’s grip around your ankle tightens, and his thrusts become even more erratic. The sound of wet skin slapping, labored breathing, whines, moans, groans, and yelps resonate throughout your bedroom. You were sure that the men were able to hear both you and Xiao.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum.” Xiao grunts deeply.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Don’t stop, Xiao! Don’t stop!” You whined, tightening your thighs around Xiao’s waist. Xiao couldn’t contain his moans as he reached over to your wooden headboard and grabbed onto it before slamming his cock deep inside of you a few more times before he feels the pressure in his lower abdomen burst. Xiao lets out a loud gasp before collapsing on top of you, his cum filling you to the brim. You feel the knot in your lower stomach burst, making you clench around Xiao’s member before cumming around his now softening dick. Xiao breathes deeply before slowly pulling out of your cum-filled hole, collapsing right next to you on your bed.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, looking over at Xiao with wide eyes. Xiao snorted before wiping the sweat from your forehead with his thumb. Xiao pulls you into his arms, and you rest your head on his chest, snuggling up against Xiao. Xiao pressed a kiss on top of your head before resting up on one of your pillows and plushies. Wait, plushies.

“We just had sex on top of my plushies….” You trailed off, looking up at Xiao with wide eyes. Oh, your poor, poor plushies! They’re now traumatized and soiled with your and Xiao’s sweat and cum. Well, it looks like you’ll have to put all of them into the washer soon. And you’ll have to find a way to explain to Itto about what had happened to the shirt he had lent to you.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 4 months

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HI HI HELLO, Just saw your recs. we’re open and i thought i’d chime in! Maybe both Usopp and the strawhat reader are virgins, and decide to have their first time together to “be more experienced”? but..it’s ends up being friends to lovers!! feel free to ignore if you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable filling it tho!

HI FRIEND!!

Pairing: Usopp x Afab!Reader

WC: 2900 ehehehe

Summary: You and your close friend Usopp decide to bite the bullet and lose your virginity to each other to get that awkward first time out of the way. Will it lead to more?

TW: alcohol consumption, nicotine consumption (don’t do it!), virginity loss, first time awkwardness, making out, fingering, heavy petting, condom usage, early bustin, p in v sex, they're so cute idk

Tags: My moot @usopp-enjoyer hope you love it (also pls enjoy other Usopp fuckers)

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“I’m way more of a tits guy. I mean, I’m not one to ignore a nice ass, but a super rack is really what does it for me.” Franky remarks taking a swig of his cola as he sits at the table with Sanji, Zoro and Usopp after dinner aboard the Sunny one night.

“How could you even choose? The female form is perfect, I simply can’t choose one part over the other.” Sanji smiles dreamily as he takes a drag from his cigarette. “If I did have to pick, the view of a gorgeous ass bouncing while being taken from behind has to be the most perfect sight of all time.”

“You’ve never seen that a day in your life, shitty cook.” Zoro smirks and takes a big gulp of sake.

“I’ve certainly seen it more than you, moss head! All you care about is playing with your stupid swords, I doubt you’ve ever been with a woman like that!” Sanji furrows his curly brows and shouts at the swordsman.

“Obviously I have, it’s the best way to take a girl. Gripping her hair and just drilling into her until she’s screaming…” Zoro leans back in his chair, seemingly visualizing the act.

“Jeez guys… can we not?” Usopp felt his face heat up at the lewd conversation. He was hoping the focus didn’t turn to him being so obviously inexperienced. The discourse continued despite his protest.

“Nah bro, don’t sleep on missionary! If you think missionary is boring, you’re just bad at sex!” Franky loudly exclaims.

“You have a point. How could it possibly be boring? Looking down and seeing a woman writhing around under your touch? Being able to watch her face as she cums? Absolute perfection.” Sanji brings his fingers to his lips and mimics a chef’s kiss.

“I-I’m heading to bed, night guys.” Usopp quickly excuses himself from the table, face flushed with embarrassment and nervousness. He swiftly heads out from the galley to the deck and found you sitting up against the railing of the ship enjoying a glass of wine and a cigarette.

You turn your head in the direction of the man leaving the galley and smile.

“Hi Usopp, how’s everything going with the boys?” You ask.

“Oh, uh, hi y/n. Good. I mean um? Fine I guess. I was gonna go to bed.” He stutters out nervously, unable to make eye contact with you.

“Are you okay? Your face is bright red and you seem uncomfortable. I mean… more uncomfortable than usual.” You say with a hint of concern in your voice. “Come sit with me?” You pat the spot next to you on the deck. You always were better at reading Usopp than he was at reading himself.

Usopp lets out a big sigh and sits down cross legged next to you and puts his head in his hands propped up on his elbows on his knees.

“It just got kind of weird in there. I hate when they go on and on about… you know… sex…” Usopp finally admits.

“And it makes you uncomfortable because you’ve never had sex, right?”

He nods.

“I know how you feel. Nami and Robin do the same thing. I know that might be hard to believe but women are just as vulgar as men. It makes me feel insecure about being a virgin, so I get it.” You commiserate with Usopp because you really knew exactly how he was feeling.

“Wait you’re a virgin too?!” Usopp snaps his head in your direction, finally being able to look you in the eye.

“Yeah, you didn’t know that? It’s not like I’m saving it for anything, I just never really have found the right time or the right person I guess. The only relief I get is from ole reliable.” You raise your right hand and wiggle your fingers in Usopp’s direction. He blushes.

“S-same. I just don’t want it to be awkward when I finally get around to having sex. Everyone always says the first time is so bad…”

“For you? Yeah right! I’m the one who is constantly being told it’s going to hurt! I don’t want to do it with just anyone in case it is painful!” You take another drag of your cigarette, scoffing at the fact that a man is telling you he’s nervous to lose his virginity.

“Okay okay maybe you’re right about that part… I just want to get it over with so I can stop worrying about it.” Usopp hangs his head in his hands again.

There was a pregnant pause.

“Well… we could… have sex… with each other?” You sheepishly suggest.

“WHAT?” He snaps his head back up at you.

“Is it that silly of an idea? We both said we wanted to get our first time out of the way and get some… experience… right?”

“R-right now? I don’t think I-“ Usopp stutters, incredibly flustered but also interested in your proposal.

“Not right now!” You laugh and put your hand on his shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow? My room? After dinner? Unless you don’t want to, which I completely understand and we can forget this ever happened."

“I-I do! I think it’s uh.. it’s a great idea… tomorrow then…” Usopp rises to his feet and bids you a nervous goodnight as you finish your wine on the deck.

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The next evening you couldn’t help but buzz with excitement as you skip to the showers after dinner. You make sure to shave and lather your body in sweet smelling body wash in preparation for your “date.” You don your nicest matching bra and panties, a lacy black set, and pull some casual clothes over them. You light a few candles around your room to set the mood. You weren’t sure what kind of mood you were trying to set exactly, feeling a bit silly, but you still wanted to enjoy your first time even if it was going to be awkward. Soon enough you hear a knock at your door.

You open your bedroom door to see a blushing Usopp with a single, beautiful red flower in his hands.

“Uh, hi, y/n.” He smiles softly and hands you the flower.

“For me? You’re so sweet.”

“I grew it myself so maybe don’t… don’t get too close.. it might explode. I haven’t quite figured this one out yet…”

You chuckle and move to gently set the flower down on your end table.

“Are you sure you still want to do this? We really don’t have to, it was just an idea, Usopp.”

“Yes! Yes, I really do want to. It’s… it’s about time, right?” He laughs nervously.

You nod.

“Come, sit with me.” You grab Usopp’s hand and pull him to sit next to you on your bed. You were anxious, but you could tell he was far more so. You raise your hands and pull his bucket hat off his head. You smoothly brush one of his now exposed dark curls out of his face.

“I guess we should probably kiss first.. right?” You say as you cock your head and smile at him gently.

“Yeah…”

You close your eyes and lean in and press your lips softly against his. After a few moments, you shift your body closer to his and begin kissing him deeper with your hands on either side of his face. It was a bit uncoordinated, but Usopp eventually moves his hands to your hips and kisses you back with a bit more confidence. His kisses were messy, not at all experienced. You couldn’t help but wonder, had he even kissed anyone before? I mean, even you had gotten to first base…

You slide your tongue gently along his bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Once granted, your tongue slips into his mouth eliciting a small whimper from the man in your gentle hold. You found yourself becoming wetter by the second as he lets out little sighs of contentment during your kiss. Eventually, you pull away. You tug at the straps of his coveralls.

“Could you take these off? I’ll take mine off too…” You ask while already lifting your crop top over your head.

“Sure just a second I- um…” Usopp stands and fumbles with his clothes before eventually dropping them to the floor. You had already shed your sweatpants and were laying back on your bed in your bra and panties.

“Woah, y/n…” Your cowardly sniper is in awe at the sight of your body adorned with black lace laying barely covered on the bed before him. “You’re… beautiful…”

Your face flushes red and you press your legs together to somehow try to cover yourself.

“You’re not so bad yourself…” You giggle. “Come here.” You beckon him to come join you on the bed again. You raise your torso up to meet his lips again in a passionate kiss. After a few moments, Usopp reaches his hands around your back to undo your bra. His fingers fumble for quite awhile and he mumbles into your lips.

“No, I got it.. just a second… hold on… there!” Finally your bra comes undone and he pulls it off your body onto the floor. Usopp leans back to marvel in the sight of your naked breasts. “Y/n can I…?”

“Yes!” You cut him off, wanting to feel more of his body and mouth on your skin. Usopp leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and gropes your other breast with his hand.

“Oh!” You gasp, reveling in the new sensation.

Your newfound lover messily switches from one breast to the other, a string of saliva connecting his trembling lips to your body. You grip his thick, gorgeously coarse hair and push his head into your chest further, encouraging his actions. After a few moments or servicing your sensitive nipples with this lips and tongue, Usopp pulls back and lifts his head to look you in the eye.

“Do you want to..?” He asks shyly.

“Yes, want you so badly, Usopp…” You breath out under him.

Usopp momentarily leaves the bed to retrieve something from his overalls pocket. After Usopp returns to your side with a condom, you slip off your panties.

“Where the hell did you get that? Saving it for a rainy day?” You question him teasingly.

“Pfft yeah right. Stole it from Sanji’s room. He isn’t using it any time soon.” Usopp smirks and positions himself on top of you again. You laugh.

“You’re so bad.” You jokingly slap your hands against his smooth chest.

“You like it.” Usopp chuckles and leans in to kiss you again. After kissing for a few moments you pull back.

“Maybe I do… take these off.” You pull at the waistband of his briefs and he obliges your request by pulling them down to free his throbbing cock. It wasn’t huge but it was certainly big enough to wonder how it was going to fit inside of you.

“It’s… it’s okay, right?” Usopp asks uncertainly.

“Oh sweetheart, of course it is. Maybe even a bit too much… do you think you could maybe… prep me a little first?” You ask a bit embarrassed. You were so aroused, but you just didn’t want it to hurt.

“How do I… OH! Yeah I can do that I think…” Usopp snakes his hand down your body and cups your mound. “Can you show me?” He starts to rub tentatively at your sex.

You slide both of your hands down to your center. With one hand you use your pointer and middle fingers to spread your sticky folds apart. With the other, you grab Usopp’s fingers and bring them to your clit and begin to use them to rub gentle circles. You let out a long sigh.

“Just like this is good…” You softly moan and you let your head fall back. After rubbing at your clit for awhile, your move Usopps’s fingers to your entrance and guide one of them inside your wet hole. You gasp lightly at the intrusion, but you grab his wrist and prompt him to move his hand.

“Shit… you can add another one now…”

“R-right okay…” Usopp slips his second digit inside of you. “Is this- does it feel good?” He asks.

“Pull them up like this…” You mimic exactly how you do it yourself and Usopp curls his fingers upwards inside of you and you feel him hit that delicious soft spot. “There! Keep touching me there!”

“Like this?” Usopp continues to pull and tap on your g-spot and you involuntarily arch your back.

“Fuck, yes baby, just like that… you’re doing so well, you’re gonna make me cum. Keep going just like that…” You gasp as Usopp brings his free hand to rub at your clit as he massages your insides with his fingers just the way you’ve instructed him.

“Really?! I-I mean… shit, you’re so hot… I wanna see you cum so bad…” He honestly couldn’t believe he had you like this in front of him, laid out naked and moments from climaxing, all from his doing.

“Gonna cum, don’t stop, shit-Ah!!” You moan out loudly as you release directly all over Usopp’s working hands. Your legs shake and your head falls back on the pillows.

You breathe heavily while laying on your back, recovering from your orgasm as you hear your lover fiddling with the foil condom package. His hands were shaking.

“Let me…” You sit up and grab the condom from his hands and tear it open. You gingerly lean forward and grab Usopp’s sensitive length and roll the condom on for him. He shudders as your soft hands touch his dick.

“Thanks, y/n…” He smiles down at you nervously. “You ready?” He asks, still wanting to make sure you were certain about this.

“Yes, please fuck me now, Usopp.” You lay back and spread your legs so he could slot himself comfortably between them. He pushes himself close to you and lines his tender, throbbing cock up with your soaking hole. “Please be gentle…”

“Of course, y/n, I won’t hurt you.” Usopp begins to push his member into your tight entrance and you suck in a breath. “Breathe, y/n, it’s okay, I’m almost in…” You could feel Usopp’s callused hands shaking on your hips, trying to keep his composure.

“Hnnnn…” You whine and grab Usopp’s biceps. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as you were expecting. You finally feel his pelvis flush against yours as he fills you completely. “Ahh…” You whimper out.

“Shit, y/n you’re so tight… I’m not gonna last long…” Usopp pants out.

“It’s okay.. you can move now.. please…” You pull him down by his neck and he begins experimentally thrusting into you. The pain began to meld into pleasure as your cunt begin to flutter involuntarily around Usopp’s thick length.

“You feel so fucking good, holy shit y/n…” Usopp lifts his head from its hiding place in your neck and smashes his lips onto yours in a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth as he hits an extra deep spot in your tight cunt. “Wanna be inside of you forever…” Usopp grinds his hips into yours and whines.

“Fuck me harder, Usopp, want to feel you!” You cry out. He obliges and starts pounding into you with reckless abandon. Years of celibacy were being taken out on your pussy and it felt so good. By the deep grip on your hips you were certain he wasn’t going to last much longer, but you wanted to feel him while you could. “I-I’m gonna-shit, fuck, shit!” Usopp spills his load into the condom and quickly collapses on top of you. You soothingly rub his back and draw circles into his shoulders with your fingers as he catches his breath. He rolls off of you and removes the condom from his softened member, tossing it into the waste basket next to your bed. He sits up next to you in bed.

“I-I’m sorry… it probably wasn’t really that-“

“It was so great, Usopp. Thank you. I’m really glad we did that.” You smile up at him from your position laying on your pillows.

“Y-yeah.. it was great, wasn’t it?” Usopp laughed. “I guess I’ll get my stuff and go then…”

“Why?” You ask.

“Well we just agreed on the sex and I-“

“I want you here. Stay with me.” You pull on his hand and bring him back down to lay with you in bed.

“You’re sure?” Usopp looked at you like he could barely believe what he was hearing.

“Listen Usopp, I know we’re friends but after that… I kind of want to see where it goes from here… I can’t help but feel like that meant something, not just to me but to you, too.” You caress the side of his face as he lays next to you on the pillow. “We don’t have to hash it out tonight, but… could you just stay with me and see?” You ask.

“I guess… but if you want to kick me out in the morning, you just say the word!”

“Shut up and go to bed, Usopp.” You laugh and nuzzle your head into his chest so that you can comfortably drift off to sleep.

xx Mo

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