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humanitysfandomhoe · 15 days
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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ brat-tamer!toji
authors note: no thots, just him. this is just pure smut, sorry lollllll. need him so bad u don’t understand. with that being said, minors dni, 18+ ! thank you for the love on my first few posts! i appreciate it all of it <3 i'm not ignoring my messages btw, just extremely busy with my studies! ♡
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brat-tamer!toji who notices you acting up and simply asks, “cranky because you ain’t got dick today?”
brat-tamer!toji who only looks at you with a raised brow and (huge) arms across his chest when you purposely try to piss him off. so cute.
brat-tamer!toji who purposely puts his entire body weight on top of you when you beg him to stop due to overstimulation. he tugs you even closer, just laughing in your face.
brat-tamer!toji who stops thinking coherent thoughts when he sees you in a sundress.
brat-tamer!toji who rewards your good behavior with head (lets you squirt) and also punishes your bad behavior with head (denies you relief, gives in eventually, sometimes).
brat-tamer!toji who loooovessssss shoving your face into the pillow while you whine, pant, and moan. he loves to put your head into a headlock with his bicep, as drool escapes your lips, and you’re babbling like an idiot while he’s hitting it from the back.
brat-tamer!toji who casually lifts you up and fucks you in the air as if just anyone can do it. “such a perfect little pocket pussy,” he snickers.
brat-tamer!toji who gets you cock drunk so often (he’s starting to think that it’s your normal state).
brat-tamer!toji who likes to make you count every time he spanks the fat of your ass when arched up across his lap. slap! “24…” you say with a slight moan, biting your bottom lip in, as he soothes the red outline forming on your cheek. he grins above you, “should’ve known a cock-bent whore like you would take this as pleasurable rather than punishment.”
brat-tamer!toji who makes a safe word with you early on (which you tease him for doing so early, he only tsks because he knows YOU know how much you mean to him and he puts your well-being above anything else).
brat-tamer!toji who has a hidden collection of pictures on his phone with you smiling, his cum decorating your face.
brat-tamer!toji who grips your face in the middle of a make out session, pulling away as he notices your fucked out, panting expression. “open.” you quickly open up your mouth as he slowly lets spit hit onto your tongue. he lightly chuckles. “obedient slut.” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wanting more. “swallow.”
brat-tamer!toji who finds his favorite position to be when his massive balls are hitting your clit and he mercilessly pounds, abusing your little cunt from the back as he strings profanity out of his mouth. or a full nelson where he just tells you to, “shut the fuck up and take it.” or even a mating press where he can pummel his cum into you while seeing your face contort in pure bliss. “y-yeah. ‘ust let loose. go dumb on this dick.”
brat-tamer!toji who regularly calls you; “slut, (needy or cock) whore, vixen, pretty, disgusting, (stupid) bitch, brat, bad girl, good girl, perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, princess, angel, (sex or fuck) toy, doll, bunny, cum-slut, cum-dumpster, sugar… etc”
brat-tamer!toji who gets annoyed at your endless ramblings about your day, he sighs and tells you to get on your knees. you promptly do that, but to push his buttons you don’t stop rambling on and on and on. somehow, this man manages to get his 8 (girthy) inches down your throat. “cant complain with my cock in your mouth, huh?” he only smirks as you become teary-eyed, moaning a little at his statement, lapping your tongue up and down like a starving dog. he throws his head back, forearms supporting him while you bob your head back and forth on his thick length. “hey… never said that my cock doesn’t appreciate your tongue. s’ch a good girl when you do what you’re made for. unh!”
brat-tamer!toji who presses against you into a mirror, his broader, massive frame encasing you while he stares into your soul. “i-i don’t understand what i did?” you look up at him feigning innocence, batting your eyelashes. fingers caress his forearms, down his hard bicep, and lightly trace his hardened outline. his eyes never leave yours, a stern, menacing look to the average person, but you can tell he’s about to have you praying for mercy in another way. “of course you don’t understand what you did.” you whine slightly when his fingers suddenly grab a fist full of your hair, burning your scalp, his voice turns mockingly softer. “all you know in that pretty, empty, head of yours is just fucking. nothing else.” he quickly releases you, eliciting a gasp, magically flipping you around in an instant so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror now. “told you not to play with yourself until i came home. but you just haaad to be difficult.” he gripped the vibrator in one hand that was tucked away, pressing it against your lips. “spit.” you spat on it, eyes full of want. he only snickered and smirked. “good luck thinking I’m going to let you cum. stare in the mirror while I do this.” he turned the toy on, a vibrating tune humming throughout the room. “need you to realize how pathetic you look begging.” you gasped slightly, “b-but-" he proceeds to pry your legs apart with one massive thigh, his hand gripping the front of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “push your skirt up. you lost your right to cum, stupid whore. cum without permission, see what happens.”
brat-tamer!toji who loves to fuck you on his fingers. he loves the lewd noise it makes while ramming his two middle fingers in and out, or up and down. he loves to see your jaw go slack as you beg him to stop. “i-it’s… uhhhhhh! t-to- ah! -ji, toooooo-uhhh much!” he never loses focus, “yeah? yeah?” he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, “quite honestly, don’t care what you think.” he only licks his lips, his scarred lip grins with anticipation to finally taste you when you unfold.
brat-tamer!toji who degrades you like it’s a living but LIVES for your filthy mouth. he loves that you talk back, he’ll never admit it. he loves putting cum sluts like you in their place.
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brat-tamer!toji who weirdly… gets needy at times when you finish. he’ll hold you from behind, shutting his eyes while his arms are wrapped around, practically glued to your torso, the backside of your body molds perfectly to the front of his. legs intertwined, your head against his chest, a moment of pure bliss shared between you two. “who knew the big bad toji likes to cuddle?” “shut up.”
(silly toji! i need him to ruin me)
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humanitysfandomhoe · 3 months
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reader who gets reincarnated lifetime after lifetime and sukuna, who is desperatly in love with you, so he waits each lifetime, only to have the same results: you despising every bone in his body. no matter how weak he makes himself, having tried so many times to get you to fall for him, you always figure out what, who he is, and the cycle repeats. because sukuna may love you, but you will never pine for a monster. and with every death, he waits, and tries again, because maybe one day he will figure it out what it takes to make your heart sing. maybe one day you wont care that he is the king of curses and will give him just a drop of affection. but for now, he kisses your hand, imagining your eyes to be softer, and waits for the familiar slap across his cheek for daring to lay his disgusting hands on you
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humanitysfandomhoe · 4 months
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guilty Toji
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humanitysfandomhoe · 5 months
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i love my men pathetic, in need of therapy and with a long list of crimes
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humanitysfandomhoe · 6 months
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Suguru.. i am WEAK
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humanitysfandomhoe · 7 months
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“i can’t fucking fit.”
draken’s hands gripped tight behind your thighs, long black hair damp with sweat as it stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were splotchy, moonlight illuminating rosy hues on his porcelain features, his blush as angry and pink as his kiss-swollen lips. he gritted his teeth, pushing his hips forward an inch, met with a grunt and a yelp from you, your smaller hand reaching out, fingertips barely touching his stomach. he was fat, cock heavy, nearly splitting you carelessly in two had your cunt not pushed back against him.
“ken, ken please,” the burn was near unbearable, stretch sending you dizzy but you didn’t want it to stop. you were near swollen now and you knew it, puffy lips raw and sensitive but you didn’t care. “k-keep going, want you to keep going.”
“didn’t say i was gonna stop.” he hissed out, pushing in another inch. you were wet, incredibly wet, cum leaking out around his tight fit, rolling down your ass cheeks to pool onto the car seat below. your chest rose and fell heavily, lips pulled into a pout as tears stung the creases of your eyes. it hurt, he knew, but you weren’t one to give up easily. his cock was fat, you knew that, you liked it anyway.
“there you go, ease up for me princess.” your walls relaxed little by little with his encouragement, whines escaping when his thumb found your oversensitive clit. “c’mon, let daddy in. you can do it, i know you can.”
“ken,” you whined, feeling yourself seize up the more he slid in. “‘s so big, so much, too much-“
“shh, you can take it. be good for me and take it.”
his balls hit your ass with a soft pat, overshadowed by the obscene squelching noise from your pussy as he finally broke free of your grip, sinking completely inside your gummy walls. he grunted, your walls massaging him until they fluttered tight, squeezing him with a pulse so strong even he could feel it. your eyes rolled back as you squeaked, tension in your stomach suddenly snapping hard.
“cumming already for me?” he chuckled, his eyes roaming your face as you came undone with whines of daddy and ‘m so full, his thumb still working at your clit. “that’s right, cream all over daddy’s dick. i got you. good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”
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humanitysfandomhoe · 11 months
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Cockwarming + clit stimulation and lots of teasing with Adam Warlock?
I knew people are gonna be thirsty for this man, you are all so very predictable.
Pairing: Adam Warlock x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, neck kissing, cockwarming, nipple stimulation, dirty talk, clit stimulation, slight temperature play
A/N: I'm still not over the movie guys it was so good what the hell?!
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Adam had been insatiable since you became a thing, he never seemed to get enough of you, in whatever compacity that was
That's why even when you had downtime, when he was reading books in his room he had to have you sitting on his cock to keep him happy
Your pussy is all sensitive and abused from a full night of rough and wild fucking, him fucking your body into his bed so hard you wondered which will break first, you or the bed
"Taking it easy today baby, I know I wore you out yesterday. You can sit in my cock, all pretty and sensitive for me, fluttering around me, holding me still." He was incredibly gentle in times like this, kissing and caressing every sore spot across your body
You can't take anymore rough pounding from him but you love the feeling of his hard cock pulsing slowly inside you
"You kept all that cum inside all night, my good girl, what do you want for your reward?" He whispers in your ear, his hand already making its way between your legs, "I know, I neglected you here a little last night didn't I? Apologies, I was so focused on you taking my cock. Let me make it up to you."
Adam's hand goes down to your clit, tender from your rubbing last night and rubs it in very slow circles with his index finger, his hand pulling your hips back when you thrust them towards his hand, "No, no baby, you're tired, let me do this for you." The smug bastard knows full well you need this bad right now
He puts a little energy in his fingertip, warming it up on your clit and doing the same to your nipple which he alternates between pinching and rolling between his thumb and forefinger, your whole body erupting with pleasure, making it build up more and more
"Like it? A little warming up for you since you're warming me up." He smiles against your neck as your orgasm ripples through your body, getting him to come too, his body thrusting against yours and throwing the book to the side and you over the table, "Fuck it, you're getting pounded all day today too baby."
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humanitysfandomhoe · 11 months
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me fantasizing about making a thing but not actually making it but I’m having a great time just fantasizing about it so it’s ok
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humanitysfandomhoe · 11 months
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fictional cock as a coping mechanism
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humanitysfandomhoe · 1 year
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You should feel proud of your writing.
You shouldn't cringe when you reread your own writing. Cringe culture, especially in writing, is so overrated. Love your writing. Remind yourself what made you so passionate about your WIPs to start with.
You'll be surprised how much more motivated you feel to write when you allow yourself to space to actually be proud of and love what you're doing.
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humanitysfandomhoe · 1 year
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toji 🤝 mating press after that trailer has been rotting my mind my entire nervous system GOODBYE
ME TOO, daddy kink + mating press + biting + praise + petnames + raw sex + cream pies + he treats you like a princess when you’re in a mating press + toji is a very condescending person <3
think he puts you in the meanest mating press, the type where all you can do is hold onto his biceps and pray he doesn’t give or let you go (he never does)… the type where you can see your feet dangle helplessly from the crook of his arms- wondering in between the peppered kisses he leaves at your hairline why he’s affectionate, so touchy.
wondering why the weight of his body and every stroke starts a creeping orgasm in the pit of your belly. trying to blink away tears, staring up at him bleary eyed and nearly incoherent.
tethered by only his saccharine words- cooing small praises that make you wanna hide from everyone, pinned by his stare and the press you’re in, waiting for you to call him by that title that makes his eyes own eyes tip back into his head.
“come on angel.” he always whispers, words squeezed out between thrusts that feel like they might shatter your hips.
“say it.” toji murmurs, digging his teeth into the fat of your cheek when you gasp and try to arch up but are reminded at how much you’re unable to move or do anything. the simmering feeling of embarrassment just adding onto the whole thing, painting your body in a burning heat.
“daddy.” you cry, trying to keep your bottom lip from quivering, body reminded that while his inhuman strength and stamina keeps you folded down- it’s at the cost of your own integrity.
“atta girl- there’s my baby, letting daddy take care of you.” toji smiles, a wicked thing- a silent warning before he digs his feet into the bed and grabs at the back of your knees. hiking them up further, not sure he’s even thrusting now- settled to use your own body against you, bouncing your ass off the bed.
“gunna cum pretty for me, yeah? gunna give daddy what he wants? gunna let me cum in that pretty pussy?” words dressed up like questions that have no answer to them, because you will- and he’ll make sure that you do.
watching every twitch of your body, stopping every movement when you finally gasp- seize up tight against him and gush everywhere.
painting the lower half of his tummy in your cum, unable to hear the mean chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest, amused by how quick you listen.
“yeah, that’s a good girl.” he praises, waiting for your wails to quiet down, knowing that he’s not anywhere done- holding onto all the cum he’s saved just for you.
black hair tickling you when he leans back down to bite at your swollen lips- licking the inside of your panting mouth.
“how many more will you give me before it’s my turn, hm angel?” he wonders, once again smiling at the shudder running up your body, already tired.
“d-dunno daddy.” you breathe- waiting for him to choose for you.
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humanitysfandomhoe · 1 year
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Ohmigod the way I devoured this before bed. I have a very odd thing for pathetic, desperate reiner and this just scratched that itch so good
𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 — 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!marleyan!reader, obvious manipulation, reader definitely takes advantage of Reiner’s not so healthy mental state so dub con, mild angst, handjob, needy!sub!reiner, body worship, size kink, all characters featured are 18+ 
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous!! i’m always down to make reiner pathetic. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <; 3
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“What would you do for me?” 
“Anything…” Reiner moaned, his hips jutting forward. you slide around on his lap, but you don’t mind. his face is buried between the open buttons of your uniform top, panting hot air against your cleavage. his tiers smear grateful kisses over the tops of your breasts, but he doesn’t dare reach to unclasp your bra without permission. 
bring him back. 
that had been what your superiors told you. 
they could tell that the Armored Titan had changed; whether that meant he was slipping out of Marleyan control or had simply lost himself over the years he spent on Paradise Island, it didn’t matter to them. they’d sent you with Zeke, straight to where Reiner had been resting in the infirmary; the whole time you’d walked side by side with Zeke, you wondered how he could be okay with this. 
how was it that he, like the Marleyans, didn’t mind playing mind games with his soldiers? 
“He likes you.” Zeke had broken silence once the two of you were just outside the infirmary. 
“You’re his War Chief,” you replied, looking away, “he would listen to you if you ordered him to. There’s no need to bring me into it.” 
“He likes you.” Zeke repeated, taking a long drag off a cigarette, “Of course he’d listen to me, but he needs more than orders right now.” he’d given you a knowing look from beneath the rims of his glasses, staring down his nose at you. “I know you’ve done it before, when he first came home.” 
your brows knit together, and you tried to glare at him, but in the end, your gaze fell to your own feet. “I told the general I didn’t want to do it anymore.” you grumble; that familiar, sick sensation twisting your stomach into knots. Reiner was a good man, if not a little misguided, and even though you knew that he must know that the Marleyan military uses you against him, that you only visited him, kissed him, slept with him because you had been ordered to do so, he didn’t seem to mind. you did, though. because you knew he deserved more.
you just couldn’t give it to him, and he wouldn’t seek it out on his own. 
“With all due respect,” Zeke started in a low tone, “I don’t really give a damn what you think of me for bringing you here. If you think I’m wicked for toying with Reiner’s head, then you may be right.” you glare up at him, open your mouth to speak, but he’s no longer looking at you. “My Vice Chief is standing on a metaphorical ledge, and I don’t want to see him jump. If dangling your cunt in front of him will talk him down from it, then I’ll do that. If the general permits it, I’ll drag you to him whether you want to or not. I’ll toss you over my shoulder and carry you, kicking and screaming, to his bed every night if it will keep his head on straight.” 
you could’ve slapped him— it was well within your ability to make his cheek burn red with the imprint of your hand, and even he wouldn’t have stopped you, but you don’t. something about the way he spoke, with the certainty he used, told you it didn’t matter how you protested. he and the general shared the same sentiments. they didn’t care how badly you messed Reiner up when you played with his heart; they only needed him to fight. 
Pieck was waiting at the door, a lazy smile gracing her lips, and she waved you inside, leaning against one crutch. you pondered, for a moment, about telling Zeke how despicable he was. but, it would do no good. so, you simply trudged forward, slipping inside and allowed the Eldian girl to lead you to Reiner’s room. 
to your duty. 
“Anything?” you repeat, biting back a frown. you didn’t want him to see how much you loathed how easily he threw himself into the flames for you. your svelte digits caress the bulging veins on his cock in butterfly strokes. it stood straight up between your clothed bodies, swollen, jabbing at the air and the palm of your hand when you wrapped a fist around it, begging for attention from you. you tilt your head back and exhale when he sucks hard on your clavicle, both massive arms wrapped around your midsection and keeping you pulled tight against him. he was big, much bigger than you, and that always made you a little nervous. nervous that he might, one day, stop being so submissive. “Reiner—“ you breathe, unsteady, and he whimpers against your skin, rocking his hips more fervently now that you’ve called his name. he always loved the sound. “What would you do for me?” you repeat, the gentle pad of your thumb teasing his slit. precum frosts it, and the muscles in his arms draw taut. 
“Fuck,” he slurs, dragging his open mouth over your breasts, his brows furrowed, “anything! I’d kill for you.” his breath is shaky as he lifts his head, his golden gaze desperate to meet yours. you avoid it, mostly, and stare at the dusky rose colored blush across his cheeks. “I—I’d die for you…” he moans, and you allow your hand to gather all of his essence and use it to ease the friction as your hand glides south, back down to squeeze the thick base. “If that’s what you want from me, I’ll do it, I will…” 
“Sh, sh, sh…” you croon, filling your voice with as much honey as you could murmur, pursing your lips and pumping your fist in slow, firm strokes that had a sordid whine rumbling in his throat, “I don’t want you to die for me, Reiner. I want you to live for me. I want you to fight for me.” 
he was nodding, leaning as close to your lips as he could, his own working to capture your couplet, even as you kept them just out of reach. to kiss him would only make lying to him harder, even if he wanted to live in the fantasy so badly. your pace quickens, only just, and his grip around your smaller frame tightens. “I will, I am.” you knew that, if he wanted to force you, it wouldn’t be difficult. he could easily overpower you, steal what he wanted ( which, right now was your kiss ), and you could do nothing to stop him. but he doesn’t. he begs you, just under his breath, moaning your name until you’re lightheaded. “Kiss me… please…” you knew he was close; he was throbbing in your hand, bucking his hips to hump the tight fist you used to jerk him off. he was going to cum, and he needed your kiss to push him over the edge. 
“As soon as you promise me.” you urge, running your free hand up to grasp at his cropped, golden hair at the nape of his neck. you didn’t have to pull at it, he leaned back willingly, his lips leaving a peppering of needy, heated pecks over your jaw, as if pleading to be able to land one on your tiers. “Promise me you’ll fight for me.” 
“Please…” 
“Promise you’ll fight with me.” 
“Fuck, p—please…” 
“You won’t leave us.” 
Reiner nodded to every syllable, his eyelids fluttering weak, but he managed to keep his eyes on you, sucking on your jawline, inching up, hopefully, to kiss at the side of your mouth. “I s—swear… I’ll fight for you. I’ll fight… I’ll do whatever you want, I’m yours to command… use me on the battlefield or off, I don’t care. Just please… kiss me!” 
you shudder. 
you were using him. he knew that. he was just too obsessed with you to care. 
pumping harder, faster, you allow your lips to part, and a gentle tilt of your head towards him encourages his to find yours, as if rewarding him for being the most obedient toy soldier he could be. Reiner grunts and devours your mouth in hard, desperate kisses, locking you in place with his powerful biceps. you keep pumping, the other hand still buried in his hair as he comes undone, panting and rumbling a pathetic slew of thank yous into your cavern. 
his head drops forward when he needs air, leaving you panting, too, and praises your soft breasts again. his tongue tracing what you thought might be his name as he snorts against them, glazing your hand and his twitching cock in the warm release that erupts in furious, little spurts. he’s still so pent up, even though you’d seen him a couple of months before, and you wonder if he ever slept with any other women. 
or, did he always save himself for you? 
“You’re good, Reiner.”  you whisper, before you even realize you’ve done it, resting your chin on the crown of his head. carefully, you pet the damp tendrils back, and nibble on your lip. “So good.” 
Reiner lets out a partial moan, but it’s mostly a heavy sigh of relief, before he nuzzles into your cleavage. “Don’t leave me yet.” he mutters, shifting underneath you. you move, too, slow to allow him to pick the position. he guides you on to your back, and lays against you, keeping his face buried in your heaving chest. he closes his eyes, breathing easier as you run your fingers through his hair. “You can sneak out later just, please wait until I’m asleep.” 
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humanitysfandomhoe · 1 year
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*ೃ༄ TOUCHY
🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! fem! reader
🖇️ warn. Spicy, jealousy, fluff
🕯️ In which Neteyam is an extremely affectionate boyfriend whose love language is physical intimacy, and when some Metkayinan boys start getting a bit too flirty with you, be gets jealous and sulks
A/N Just a short drabble. I always thought Neteyam was around 17-18, but I found out he was 15 😭 He’s 17-18 in my fics
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Neteyam was your mate, and you were his. Ever since he first hooked his eyes on you a year ago, he had been obsessed with you in every way. The way you looked at him with loving eyes, or the way you never complained whenever he held your hand while you did whatever you needed to do. You understood Neteyam loved being physically intact with you.
When he was sitting next to you, even that wouldn’t be enough. He would lay his head on your shoulder, or hold your hand, or wrap his arm around you. Around his family, he would play with your hair—the tiny unbraided strands of your goddess braids, or he would just hook a finger around yours.
He had separation anxiety, though you would never comment on it. You didn’t mind, one bit. You thought that part of him was adorable, like a little puppy.
Because you were his mate, it was decided that you would move to Ao’walu with Jake and his family, leaving your family behind. You were heartbroken, having to leave your siblings and parents behind, but you said your goodbyes and left anyways.
When you arrived at the Pandora Reefs, Neteyam never let go of your hand, not once. But this time, it was to reassure you. When Au’nong and Rotxo stepped forward, he pulled you behind him, while they smirked.
At your new home, he huffed in displeasure. “They were looking at you.” He sulked, sitting next to you with his head on your collarbone, your body leaning against the wooden pillar, his pointer finger hooked to your pinkie.
You smiled reassuringly, shaking your head. “And I was looking at you, Neteyam.” You told him softly, playing with the bead on his braid. Your heart was full, your throat tightening at how adorable he was.
Another instance was when you were at the beach with Tuktirey, accompanying her and looking for seashells on the shallow waters. The two of you knelt on the sand, her laughing in joy. “Look, there’s one!” You laughed, pointing at a pink shell when you heard the water behind you splashing as if somebody was walking near you.
You turned around, seeing a stranger your age walking up to you with two of his friends. You furrowed your eyes. “Tuk, come here.” You whispered, ushering her.
She whimpered in fear as you grabbed her arm and pulled her behind you. You then stood up. “What’re you doing?” The boy asked, tilting his head. You gave him a dirty look. “Can I help you?” You asked, ignoring his question. His friend laughed. “We just want to get to know you, chill out.” He shrugged his shoulders, and you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“I like your hair.” The third guy commented, running his fingers through some braids on your hair. “We should hangout sometime, I can show you some islands around here.” The first guy said, smiling. You huffed, frowning.
“Excuse me.” You mumbled, making sure to keep Tuk away from the guys as you walked past them, and away. “O-Okay! See you around!” The guy yelled after, and you shook your head in disbelief and sighed. Pathetic.
Unknown to you, Neteyam had seen it all. He had the urge to go in and just punch those guys square in the jaw, but after fighting the Au’nong and his friends yesterday, he was sure his father would skin him alive if he were to cause more trouble.
So instead, he stayed out of sight, and watched quietly as his nails dug into his palms. He was glad you quickly had left and even barely spoke to them, displaying your clear unliking to them, but still, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.
Later that day, when the sky was dark, you stood in your home, your back turned to the entrance as you were busy taking the leaves off of berries Kiri had picked. You heard Neteyam enter, turning your shoulder and glancing at him. “How was your day, Neteyam?” You asked, not having seen him all day. He stayed silent, which you ignored. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to talk. You respected that of him, because you had your moments too.
You heard him dropping his things on the floor, then walk up to you. Without saying a word, his hands slid around your waist, pressing himself against your back as he kissed your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your hair into him as you continued to pick at the berries. His butterfly kisses trailed up your shoulder, to your neck, and his kisses became longer. Your breath hitched as he started sucking softly on the skin on your neck, his thumb rubbing your stomach.
“Neteyam.” You whispered, turning your head slightly towards him, but he ignored you again. You were confused on why he was acting this way. His tongue pressed against the bruises on your neck, before he turned you around and kissed your lips. You immediately responded. “Netey- mm- What’s- Mmph!” You tried talking, but he kept cutting you off by kissing you, each kiss more aggressive than the last. “Shh.” He hushed quickly, before kissing you again.
You did as told, letting him pour his feelings out on you. Your fingers brushed his back, tracing his spine upwards, before lightly tugging on his hair. He pushed his lips against yours, trying to get as close as he could to you, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt goosebumps on his skin as your tail brushed up the inside of his leg. After leaving his final kiss on you, he hugged your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
Surprised, you looked at him, before smiling softly and rubbing his back. “What happened, Neteyam?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against his. He was silent for a couple heartbeats, but then finally spoke. “I saw those guys trying to hit on you today.” He whispered, and it almost broke your heart—how cute he was. You laughed at his sulking sight, hugging him tighter. “Neteyam, you are too perfect for this world.” You told him, kissing his head.
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I'm not dead yall, well I kinda am. I'm super busy working full time and don't get to work on my fics as much as I'd like. I figured a realistic date for me to rise from the dead would be kinktober or mermay idk
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the darker the fruit the sweeter // aki/angel/reader
cws- threesome, exhibitionism, spitroasting, face-fucking, blood kink, knifeplay
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Angel sees the way you look at Aki.
It’s hard not to, you’re always trailing behind him like a lost animal. A small, strange part of Angel feels an odd twist in his stomach every time he sees you looking. The name for that feeling is always just out of reach, forever on the tip of his tongue. It’s maddening.
Aki is observant and quiet. Every time he turns, he catches you hiding your face and warmth rising in your cheeks. He would have to be blind to not see. Aki notices how you follow him more than usual and one day brings it up to Angel as they work through over-due paperwork.
“You’ve seen her, right?” Aki mumbles around his cigarette.
Angel looks up and shrugs. “Who?” He knows exactly who.
“Our coworker. The one with the staring problem.”
“I have,” Angel says. Truthfully, he would rather not have to see you staring at Aki at all hours of the day. He is really beginning to despise the sour feeling it gives him.
“What do you think of that?” Aki asks and his cigarette is hanging precariously from his lips. If Angel were a little bolder, he’d push it deeper into Aki’s mouth. Make it sit more secure.
“I don’t care, she’s just looking at you,” Angel says.
“And you.”
Angel scoffs and meets Aki’s eyes. “No, she’s not.”
“She is,” Aki says with a strange amused quirk in his smile. “I didn’t know she was staring at me, I only ever saw her looking at you.”
“That’s got nothing to do with anything,” Angel mumbles and checks the time. He isn't used to Aki paying so much attention to him. “You almost done with that?”
“Yes, it’d go faster if you actually helped once in a while,” Aki lightly smacks Angel’s arm with a roll of papers. “But, don’t you think that’s kind of funny?”
“How’s it funny?”
“I was talking to Denji about it, and he thinks that she’s into you.”
Angel presses his mouth into a thin line and slowly moves his eyes over to Aki. “By that logic, she’s into you too.”
Aki shrugs and puts the work from the day away. Angel is staring up at him and Aki finds his slightly bemused expression to be endearing.
“I just think it’s interesting,” he says, walking out of their cramped office.
“You think she’s into us both?” Comes Angel’s voice after a moment.
Aki stills and looks over his shoulder at Angel. He shrugs. “Wanna find out?”
Angel’s mouth pulls into a small smile. “Sure, what do you-”
Angel is interrupted by a figure loudly pushing a mop bucket through the hallway. It’s too dark to see, but one sniff of the air tells Angel that it’s you. Your scent is familiar to Angel, you’ve worked with him so often it would be strange if it wasn’t.
Aki can’t sense you in the way Angel does, but he can tell it’s you by the way you apologize for the noise. It's after work hours, so you’ve got your shirt unbuttoned a little and his eyes can’t help but move down. He looks at Angel and is a little surprised to see him in the same predicament.
You halt in the middle of the hallway and blink up at them. You knew that they usually stayed late at night to work, but you didn’t expect to actually run into them. Aki looks vaguely interested and he’s blanketed with the familiar, soft scent of cigarette smoke. Angel is looking at you with a subtly amused expression as he usually does like he’s constantly finding something funny in what you do.
“Hey guys,” you greet and try to hide the mop bucket behind you. “Paperwork?”
“Yeah, what’re you doing here so late?” Angel asks and it takes an incredible effort for him to not inhale deeply. If he breathes hard enough, he can smell the blood rushing through your body.
“Just helping out with cleaning,” you say and can’t resist the urge to anxiously shift your weight from foot to foot.
“That’s nice,” Aki says. “Are you done with everything?”
You nod and Angel looks at Aki, trying to convey his question silently. Aki meets Angel’s eyes and a smile pulls at his mouth. You notice the strange look they exchange and wonder what it means.
“So, you doing anything after this?” Aki asks, trying his best to sound nonchalant.
At his question, your face flushes a little and you say no. Angel doesn’t miss the way that you avoid looking at them. You’ve always been nearly unbearably shy whenever the topic of hanging out outside of work came up. Angel never knew why until now.
“Come with us,” Angel adds and he tries to sound more friendly than usual.
“Okay,” you say it slowly like you don’t really believe they’re asking. “What do you guys wanna do?”
Aki looks back at Angel and points to himself. His apartment is bigger and the two animals that live with him are gone with Kishibe for a few days. Angel nods. Aki is barely able to fit in his apartment alone, he can’t imagine adding another person.
“We’re gonna go to my place,” he says and starts walking. It forces you to either follow or stay behind. “Drink maybe. Just hang out. Denji and Power are gone so we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”
As Aki leads Angel and you out of the dark Bureau, you’re nodding along to everything Aki says. For the first time, Angel can feel your eyes on the side of his face and he wonders why he hasn’t before.
“You never accept any invitation to hang out, why is that?” Aki asks when you all are finally stepping through the door to his apartment. Angel can hear the edge in his voice and subsequently, smell the racing blood in your neck as your face heats up.
You sit stiffly on the edge of his couch and shrug, mumbling something like, I’m not sure, I don’t have time, I have to stay in late… So many excuses. Angel tunes them out and focuses on the way you’re looking between him and Aki. Your eyes are wide and you keep taking tiny, quick breaths. You’re excited.
“So, forgive me if this is too forward, but we’ve been noticing that you’ve got a staring problem,” Aki says and Angel can immediately tell that he doesn’t feel bad at all for being forward.
You freeze and your eyes dart between Aki and Angel. Angel has to suppress the urge to exchange a smug glance with Aki.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say and finally rest your eyes on your hands. “I don’t mean to stare.”
Aki sucks at his teeth and glances over at Angel. You flinch a little at the sharp noise and try your hardest to stop blushing so much. The way Aki’s looking at you has you squirming in your seat.
“It’s not unwelcome,” Angel says and sits near you.
“Right,” Aki adds and sits on your other side. “It’s just something we’ve noticed.”
“Oh, okay.”
“So, I wanted to ask, why is it that you’re staring at us so much?”
You somehow flush harder and Angel can feel your blood rushing. He’s sitting too close to you. Aki watches as Angel takes a deep breath to collect himself. Aki knows that Angel can smell blood through all the sinew and skin, and Aki can smell your surface-level scents.
One deep inhale brings soft notes of your shampoo to his nose. Another brings out the subtle perfume you acquire throughout the day, the chemicals from cleaning, and your sweet, musky sweat. Aki doesn’t know if it’s just been a long day, but you smell intoxicating to him. He wonders if this is what Angel feels like every day.
“C’mon, even I’m a little curious,” Angel urges you. One of his wings extends to rest around your stiffened shoulders.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” you shrug and try to laugh it off. “I promise.”
Aki raises his eyebrows and tries to meet your eyes. “Doesn’t seem that way.”
Angel nods. “C’mon, you can tell us anything,” he says and you seem to sink under the gentle weight of his wing.
“This is embarrassing,” you say and hide your face in your hands.
When Aki catches you blushing, he looks at Angel and watches as he inhales deeply. He never thought to ask what blood would do. It’s probably driving him crazy.
“I’m sure we’ve heard worse,” Aki says and inches closer to you.
“I know I have,” Angel adds, grimacing.
You keep your face hidden in your hands for a few more moments before slowly looking up. You’re hopelessly flushed and Aki moves in so close that you start leaning in toward him. Angel’s wing is firm on your back like he doesn’t want you to forget about him.
“Um, I just think you guys are nice to look at, I guess,” you murmur, not looking into either of their eyes. “I just like you both. That’s so weird.”
Aki looks over your head and shoots a smug smile at Angel. Angel returns it and looks back down at you.
Angel leans in close to your ear, almost too close, and whispers, “We noticed you staring. What did you wanna do when we caught you? You had to know we were gonna.”
Aki can hear Angel’s low, smooth voice and leans into your other ear. He comes so near that his lips brush the edge of your ear. He smiles when he sees your skin pebble at the contact.
“Is it because you’re curious? You imagine what would happen if we noticed?”
You shiver and instinctively lean into Aki and his lips are fully on the shell of your ear now, he wasn’t able to keep himself from tasting you. His lips are thin and warm and they goad you into melting into him.
“I guess,” you say quietly and watch as Angel carefully pulls a pair of thin, black gloves onto his slender hands. “I guess I wondered how Angel did things like this. Then, I wondered what you’d be like.”
Aki lets himself smile a little more before bending to mouth at the sweet part of your neck where your jaw blends into your throat. You taste so rich and it feels the same as when Aki inhales cigarette smoke. It’s making him dizzy. You’re making his head spin.
“How’d you think we’d be like?” Aki murmurs against your flushed skin. His tongue darts out now and then just to ground himself.
Angel watches with budding fascination as Aki drags his mouth up and down your throat. As Aki’s mouth moves and his tongue traces your neck, Angel can smell your blood rushing south. He can smell you begin to get wet.
“C’mon, tell us, pretty girl,” Angel says and drags his covered fingers over your arms. He leaves gooseflesh in their wake.
You squirm under their attention and your face is still endearingly red. Your hands don’t seem to know what to do and lay twitching in your lap.
“I thought Aki-” you’re interrupted with a nip at your throat. Aki is growing more bold. “Aki, I thought you would be more… Shy.”
Aki lets out a low chuckle at that and finally brings his hand up to cup the side of your face. His palms are warm and firm and you can’t help but lean in. Your eyes are heavy and weighed down with your arousal, so Aki can’t help but steal a slow kiss from you.
“I’m not that shy,” he says after he pulls away.
“Neither am I,” Angel adds and punctuates it by threading his fingers in your hair.
“How do you? Sorry,” you start and look to Angel, urging him to take the question from your mind.
Angel exchanges a knowing look with Aki and leans back against the arm of the couch with his legs spread. “Fuck her, Aki.”
Aki’s smile contorts into a slight smirk and he gives Angel a curt nod. “He’s gonna watch first. You good with that?”
“Yeah,” you manage to say.
Aki isn’t used to sharing and Angel wants to watch anyways, he loves watching. Seeing someone come apart is always a treat, but watching Aki? Even better.
You let Aki lay you out and Angel lets your head rest in his lap. To your surprise, you can feel him beginning to grow hard. Aki looks down at you all spread out and nervous and something in his gut throbs with need.
“Have you done this lately?” He asks as he slips his hands under your shirt.
You find it hard to form an answer, let alone think a coherent thought as Aki’s wide, warm hands explore your feverish skin. His palms are calloused from all the times he has to wield his sword. The rough skin catches and drags across your sensitive stomach.
“It’s been a while,” you admit. Angel stares down at you with thinly-veiled interest. Your face is red with need and shame, but you relax a little when Angel runs his fingers over the sides of your warm face. The gloves feel strange but they’re so thin that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.
“Same for me,” he says.
“Is it because of,” your voice trails off and you look at Angel’s lethal hands. “Y’know.”
Angel nods. It is because of that, but it’s also because of the way blood clouds his mind and hinders his judgment. He hopes that Aki will be able to interfere if he goes too far with you. It’s happened before.
Aki watches Angel's face as he stares down at you. You’re very warm under his hands and Aki suddenly can’t find it within himself to continue being patient.
“Hey, get out of that shirt,” he murmurs. Angel nods and helps you strip down.
You’re soon left in nothing but a thin pair of panties and a bra. You move to take it off but Aki stops you.
“Not yet.”
“Lay back down,” Angel says softly. You don’t miss the way his eyes are fixed on your skimpy underwear. You feel shamefully exposed and you nearly move to hide until you realize that there’s no way out of it.
“Are you both gonna stay clothed?” You ask, feeling a little braver.
Aki huffs a dry laugh and runs his hands up your side. They feel cold and nearly refreshing on your hot skin.
“Later,” he says and leans down to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to your sides. “Be patient.”
Angel finds it impossible to look away from Aki. He’s skilled with his mouth and Angel can smell your arousal thickening in the air. With every small touch of Aki’s tongue and every time he squeezes you, you grow a little wetter. With his attention and your arousal, Angel can feel the blood rushing down, down, down. He puts his hands around your throat to sense it better and his cock throbs hungrily.
“Relax,” he mumbles when you stare up at him with wide eyes.
Aki moves to lay on his stomach in front of your clothed cunt. Your panties are so thin that he can see the outline of your pussy. You’re leaking. Making a mess.
“You’re so wet,” he remarks and pushes your panties to the side. “Don’t make a mess of this couch, I’ll make you clean it up.”
Angel quickly grows impatient just watching Aki put his mouth all over you and starts to slowly pull your bra off. When it’s gone, he reaches down to roll one of your perked nipples between his fingers. As he touches it, he can practically see the blood begin to pool.
“Aki, take her,” he says. Angel has never been patient.
Aki slowly moves his eyes up to look at Angel. Angel’s normally blank face is slightly flushed and his pink lips are parted. Aki could get used to seeing him like this.
“Hold on,” he mumbles and brings a finger up to your pussy.
You can feel it coming and you clench down on nothing with anticipation. Aki places his finger on you and just traces your folds, only gathering wetness and never touching where you want him to.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy. Angel, you’ve gotta see this,” Aki says with a sly smile tugging at his lips. His cock is sitting heavily against his leg and he wants nothing more than to stick it in you.
“You know you look good, don’t you?”
You hide your face in your hands but they don’t conceal the way you gasp when Aki’s finger brushes slowly against your clit. Angel keeps his fingers firm on your nipples and pinches them hard, so hard you stop feeling them.
“When I let go, it’s gonna hurt,” he warns, then abruptly releases his tight grip.
When the blood rushes painfully back into your nipples, you can’t help but arch your back and hold your tender breasts. As you curve your back, you thrust your pussy into Aki’s face and that’s all he needs to finally taste you.
If he thought your scent was driving him mad, your taste is a thousand times more effective.
“She’s good-” he mumbles between licking you. “Fuck Angel. Taste her, c’mon.”
Angel raises one of his eyebrows and bends down to dip his finger into you. They brush up against Aki’s tongue and you can hear him suck in a deep breath. Then, Angel brings his drenched finger to his mouth and tastes it. It really is overwhelming.
“Yeah,” Aki smiles and puts his face back into you.
Aki has his tongue inside of you, as deep as it can go, and his nose is dragging against your clit. He eats you out with an enthusiasm you have never experienced and it soon has you gripping Angel’s legs just to ground yourself. It doesn’t feel real, you feel like this is a dream you’re having. But Angel’s firm body under your head ties you to reality. His firm body and quickly stiffening cock.
“She is good,” Angel says and you close your eyes hearing his praise. “You like that? You like hearing about how good you are?”
You sit up and push Aki away. His whole face below his noise is slick with you and he licks his lips when he notices you staring.
“She does like it,” he says to Angel over your shoulder. “You can smell it, can’t you?”
Angel nods and lightly traces the curve of your back. “I can, it’s like a drug.”
“Hey,” Aki forces you to look at him. “Angel’s gonna watch me fuck you now, okay?”
You can’t do anything else but nod and watch as Angel moves to sit opposite of the couch and Aki lays you down flat. He stands over you, seeming impossibly tall and intimidating.
Aki has to actively tell himself, do not go too far with this girl, when he looks down at you. Your eyes are wide and your lips are wet and dark. You keep looking at him and Angel like you can’t decide who you want more.
“Pull those down,” he says after a moment.
You comply, taking your panties off and holding them in your clenched fist. They’re ruined, you are too wet.
“Give them to Angel.”
You toss them over to him and Angel catches them gracefully. He turns them over lazily and observes them. “You made a mess.” It takes everything in him to not bring them to his nose and inhale deeply.
“You ready?” Aki asks, already pulling his shirt over his head.
You nod and let yourself openly drink him in. All those days spent training and hunting and killing have sculpted Aki’s body into a formidable fighting machine. He’s made up of all wiry, hard muscle and smooth, freckled skin. A thin trail of wiry black hair disappears into his pants and you find it hard to look away as he starts to drop his pants.
Aki stands over you and slowly runs his hand over his cock, coaxing dribbles of pre out. His cock is long and the tip is flushed an angry, needy red. Aki moves to hang over you and you can’t look away from the darkness in his eyes.
“Angel, listen to her when I go inside.”
Angel is sitting with his legs spread and his pants pushed down, pooled around his ankles. You didn’t even see him strip down so you drink his bare body in, finally letting go of your nerves and shame.
Angel is lean whereas Aki carries a slight bulk. His fair skin is adorned with a gentle flush the same color as his cock. Your eyes travel down and rest on his cock, buried in your soiled panties. He’s using them to slowly jerk himself off and tease himself. He couldn’t resist, he knew he wouldn’t be able to the moment he was able to smell your bittersweet fragrance. As his hand moves, you can see that his dick is flushed and thick and your mouth waters at the sight of seeing someone usually so composed look so undone.
“You ready?” Aki asks, his low voice bringing you back to him. Your face is no longer contorted with shame and you blink up at him in surprise.
“Are you?”
“Yeah,” you say and spread your legs a little more.
“Okay,” Aki mutters and grabs his cock, pushing the fat, leaking tip against your cunt. You can already tell that it will be a lot to take. He’s long.
With one gentle, smooth movement, Aki thrusts himself deep inside of you. The sudden stretch is painful and he holds you close to his naked chest as you cry out.
“Sorry,” he hums and presses a kiss to your hair. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, just hold onto me.”
You manage a nod and distract yourself from the burning by sucking bruises into Aki’s chest. The skin there is warm and yielding to your mouth. He tastes vaguely salty and you can’t help but taste him as much as you can.
Aki keeps his nose in your hair as he slowly begins to thrust. Angel is watching, his hand still held tight around his cock.
He says, “I heard,” in a low voice, smooth and filled with interest.
“Watch,” Aki says. “I’ll show you how I like it.”
You grip onto his shoulders as Aki finally moves more, setting a slow, deep pace. His hair is down and your hands find themselves tangled in his soft black strands. The noises he makes when you gently tug on them are downright sinful.
“You’ve thought about this? Haven’t you?”
You squeeze your eyes shut and your mouth finds Aki’s neck.
“Is it just like you thought? Is it better? C’mon, let me hear you say it.”
Aki’s voice is low and teasing and shaky, like he’s having trouble getting the words out. The way Aki’s talking has Angel tightening his grip on himself. His voice sounds like a different man speaking and the way he looks caging you in is something Angel can’t look away from.
“It’s good,” you finally say between kissing his neck. “You can go a little faster.”
Aki bends his head down to catch your lips in between his. He doesn’t waste any time, dipping his tongue in to touch yours the moment your lips part. He tastes like cigarette smoke and familiarity and something inexplicably him.
“Your wish is my command,” he mutters and pushes his face away from yours.
As Aki begins to fuck you harder, Angel finally strokes himself and stops teasing. The air is saturated with so many intoxicating scents and it's getting hard for him to keep a level head. His eyes focus on Aki’s long cock disappearing into your wet cunt. The room is filled with your little breathy gasps and Aki’s quiet groaning. Angel has to rest his head against the back of his chair. It's too much.
“You close?” Aki asks breathlessly, not once letting up on you. “You’re squeezing the hell out of me. Feel so good.”
You sigh and hope it’s enough to tell him, yes, I’m close. Aki is very particular in the way he angles his hips and pounds into you. He’s not unbearably fast, but he’s slamming into you so hard that your toes literally curl with each thrust. It's borderline violent and you keep a hard grip on him to keep from losing yourself.
As Aki nears his peak, his words blur into an incoherent stream of mumbling and groaning.
“Takin’ me so good, oh god, you’re so wet. Look at Angel baby, look at him watching you. You’re so pretty, you already know that though. Fuck, I’m almost there.”
Through the haze clouding his mind, Aki finds it within himself to snake his hand down to clumsily rub against your clit, and it's enough to send you into a crying, writhing mess. Aki comes when you do, snapping his hips and burying his cock deep inside of you.
Angel holds off from his orgasm and it takes everything in him to stop touching himself. You look spent and boneless, you’re melting in Aki’s arms as he makes you sit up. Even after finishing once inside you, Aki is still half-hard.
Aki carries you effortlessly over to where Angel is sitting and he’s already rolling a condom over his neglected cock.
“Can she handle it?” He murmurs to Aki. You aren’t even paying attention, just busying yourself with running your hands over Aki’s chest.
“Yeah, now listen,” he says directed to you this time. “You’re gonna suck him off and I’m gonna fuck you again, how’s that sound?”
You nod and press an affirming kiss to the top of Aki’s pec. Aki lets you down, supporting you as your legs shake. Angel has pulled his pants back up and has laid his shirt out across his stomach to provide a buffer between your face and his lethal skin. His upper body is left bare and you wish you could reach up and return the favor for pinching the life out of your nipples.
“Here,” Angel mutters and places his hands on either side of your head.
Behind you, Aki ushers you to get down on all fours and he hangs over your smaller body. As you lean forward to kiss Angel’s cock, Aki decides that he likes how you look when you’re on all fours, your wet pussy peeking out from in between your legs. His come is still leaking out of you and the sight puts a shudder in his breath.
Angel is nearly overwhelmed by the sight of you lavishing his cock with little teasing kisses and licks. If Aki weren’t anchored behind you, he’d grab your face and fuck your mouth. Then, he realizes that he must’ve worked himself up too much.
“I'm goin’ in,” Aki says near your ear. He’s fully leaning over you and his hands are caging you in. “This time, I won’t be as slow. You ready?”
“Yeah, do your worst.”
Aki huffs a laugh and pushes into you again. This time, you’re ready for the stretch but since he’s coming in from a different angle, he reaches far deeper than you anticipated. Aki stills and takes a few deep, grounding breaths.
“Don’t get mad at me, I really can’t help myself.”
“Why would I get mad at you?” You ask while you continue to tease Angel.
Aki lets out a low chuckle and you jump when he pulls out and slaps the wet tip of his cock on your ass.
“It’s hard for me to hold back,” he says, then pushes himself back into you. “You’re too tight and warm, it’s driving me crazy.”
You have nothing to say to that so you just squeeze your eyes shut and let Aki push himself all the way in until his hips are flush with your ass. Angel takes one of his hands to squeeze your jaw and force it open, then, he lays his cock on your outstretched tongue.
“Watch those teeth,” he says lowly, then looks to Aki with a strange glint in his eyes.
Slowly, Aki begins to thrust, going slow but still hard enough that you’re forced forward with every movement. As Aki moves, you get pushed forward onto Angel’s cock. They work in tandem, perfectly in sync.
Aki snaps his hips forward. Angel grabs your head to force you to take more of him.
You feel in over your head when you realize how efficient they are. They planned this, you realize. The thought leaves your head as quickly as it came because the tip of Angel’s cock is buried deep in your throat and Aki is expertly hitting the sweet spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
Aki feels overwhelmingly lightheaded. He isn’t sure where to look; at his dick slamming into you or Angel’s blissed-out, ethereal face. He leans forward to lavish the side of your neck with little kisses and bites.
“C’mon, look at Angel. Look at his face, he’s pretty, yeah?” Aki says breathlessly before biting down on your neck.
You look up at Angel through your watery eyes and yeah, he’s pretty. The muscles in his stomach are twitching erratically and his hand is leaving a painful grip on your jaw.
“You’re gorgeous,” he looks down and sighs contentedly. “You’d let us do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
You can’t answer. So you blink hard and swirl your tongue over the head of his cock. It makes Angel worry his lip between his teeth and furrow his eyebrows.
“Angel,” Aki breathes out right next to your ear. “I’m close.”
Angel nods and brings his free hand up to run his fingers through Aki’s disheveled hair. “Go ahead, I’ll take care of her.”
You go slack and let Aki support you and Angel hold your head up. You can tell Aki’s close, he’s groaning softly and his thrusting is snappy and uncoordinated. His breath is shuddering and now and then, he licks up the side of your neck and reaches down to feel around your folds.
Angel watches Aki’s orgasm wash over him and it takes a massive amount of self-restraint for him to not come in your mouth. It’s hard, seeing Aki’s eyes squeeze shut and feeling his cock enveloped in your hot, wet mouth.
Even after Aki comes, he keeps his cock planted firmly inside of you, plugging you.
“‘M done,” he says and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You haven’t come, but Angel will take care of that. “Angel, need anything?”
Angel’s eyes narrow and he has to suppress the urge to smile. You’ve stopped sucking on him and are looking between him and Aki as you sit between Angel’s spread legs.
“Do you trust me?”
Angel’s voice is smooth and low and his face is open. You’ve worked with him before, of course you trust him. So you nod.
“Bring me a knife.”
It barely registers in your mind. You feel like you’ve been submerged underwater, Angel’s voice is muffled and you can barely perceive Aki. All of your awareness has been concentrated on a single point, all focused on the burning in your clit. Aki did well, hitting you where you needed it, but he didn’t finish and it’s driving you crazy.
Angel can smell it on you. It’s visible too. Your frustration and arousal and desperation. Aki brings the knife and Angel takes it. Aki returns to the couch, opting to watch and stroke himself with your defiled panties.
You sit still before Angel, not daring to try and relieve the pain in your cunt. It would be so easy to just grind down, seek friction on something, but Angel has a cleaver and his eyes are dark.
“Put that mouth back on me,” he says and you immediately get to work.
“Get ready,” he continues and you can feel him lean down. “I’m gonna cut you.”
And he does. The second Angel drags the point of the cleaver across the flush skin on your shoulder, he’s hit with the scent of fresh blood. It’s far more powerful and potent than sensing the blood inside of a person. If he had less control over himself, he would’ve touched you without a second thought. For you, the pain is bright and quick, like a flashbang, and you choke on his cock.
Angel pulls the cleaver away and is transfixed by the way the blood drips off of it. He looks at Aki and meets his eyes as he brings the cleaver to his lips. Aki pumps himself harder into your panties as Angel drags his tongue across the blade, gathering your dark, metallic blood into his mouth.
“You know how hard it is?” Angel pulls you off of his cock by your hair. “I wanna touch you so bad.”
You nod mutely and let Angel push you back so you’re sitting on your heels. He can see your cunt leaking and making a mess on the floor.
“Stick those tits out for me,” he says, gently prodding at the soft tissue of your chest with the cleaver. “Don’t touch me, I’m too close. I won’t last.”
You nod and comply. The heat between your legs is getting increasingly harder to ignore. The way Angel’s looking at you is making it very difficult. You keep hearing Aki let out small moans and you know you wouldn’t be able to resist if you could see him.
Angel takes the cleaver and traces your chest with its point. Bright, hot pain blooms as he drags it over the tops of your breasts. The smell of blood is impossible to ignore and Angel nearly comes right then and there.
“Just a little scratch,” he muses quietly, not addressing you in the slightest. “This won’t scar, but I’m sure you’ll remember how it feels forever.”
Angel brings his gloved hand up and gathers the blood dripping down your chest. You look like a painting, he thinks; your face flushed red, chest heaving, cunt spilling Aki’s come and your own sticking arousal, bright blood trailing down, painting your perked nipples red. Angel throbs with need and he fears that he may explode. Then, he tastes your blood again and sighs.
“C’mere.”
Angel holds your head again and stands, pushing his aching cock into your mouth in one quick, surprising movement. You let yourself go limb as Angel pounds into your mouth, not able to do much else. You can’t take the throbbing in your neglected clit anymore, though, and snake your hand between your legs to rub at it.
Before you can though, a new hand is wrenching yours away and a mouth connects with your bruised neck.
“We’ll touch you,” Aki growls, dragging his thumb in tight, little circles over your clit.
Angel huffs out a dry laugh and keeps snapping his hips forward. You can’t help but close your eyes and try to groan as your senses are divided into three points; Aki’s mouth biting into your neck, Angel’s cock slamming into the back of your throat, and Aki’s fingers quickly coaxing you into an orgasm.
“Ah, she’s close,” Aki murmurs and increases the pressure with his fingers.
Angel lets out a low groan and tangles his fingers painfully in your hair. “Me too.”
You go limb as Aki licks the blood off of your shoulder. It’s suddenly too much and you come with a deep, satisfied groan. The vibrations stimulate Angel’s cock and he finishes with you, burying his cock deep inside of your throat. You feel his come fill the condom at the back of your throat.
Reluctantly, Angel pulls out and sits heavily in the chair. His head is still spinning and he’s entirely spent. He looks over at Aki and gestures to you.
“Can you take care of her?”
Behind you, Aki sighs and nods. You’re shaking and don’t trust yourself to stand, so Aki picks you up and brings you to his shower. It’s a tight fit, but you both manage to fit and Aki is able to clean you off.
You didn’t realize how much had gotten on you. A mixture of blood, sweat, and come washes off of you and disappears down the drain.
“This can happen again the next time we catch you staring,” Aki murmurs close to your ear and despite yourself, you flush and duck away.
Angel walks into the room where you and Aki are tangled up on his bed. He stands awkwardly at the doorway and regards you both with an unreadable expression.
“Can I stay?”
“Yeah,” Aki says and scoots over.
As the three of you are nestled in Aki’s warm bed, you figure you should’ve started staring at them much earlier.
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