#Golden Girls: Ageless

[cripcross]

PLAN B.

🔞 this post contains mature themes. mature audiences only, minors do not interact. ageless/anonymous accounts that interact with my account will be blocked.

pairings: pre-outbreak!joel miller, afab!reader

😇 warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, masturbation, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, p in v sex, joel has a big dick, pure filth.

summary: being neighbors with the miller's gives you the privilege of going over to their house frequently. as usual, you spend time with sarah and flick through magazines, but what you don't expect to see is joel jerking off in his bedroom.

As the familiar neighbor of the Miller's, you frequently visited the small family. More specifically, just to comply with Sarah's constant requests of listening to Destiny's Child and gossiping about Christina Aguilera and Eminem.

Stacking the countless Teen Vogue magazines in a neat pile on Sarah's desk, you realized that the young girl had fallen asleep on her bed. Her golden-brown curls laid messily on her pillow, her eyes closed and she breathed softly.

The house was quiet as the night air swept throughout the hallways and rooms. Moonlight seeped through the curtains of her bedroom, illuminating parts of her bed and nightstand.

Taking in your surroundings, you silently admired the decorations Sarah had in her room. The pink-painted walls, posters of music bands, numerous polaroids pictures and first-place ribbons pinned on the cork board above her desk. Your eyes glanced towards the clock on Sarah's nightstand.

After seeing the late time, you draped a blanket over Sarah and quietly tip-toed out of her bedroom, attempting to leave silently, despite the floorboards creaking underneath your every step. Making it out into the dim hallway, you slowly passed Joel's bedroom that was left ajar. About to take the first step down the stairs, you abruptly stopped after hearing a noise from Joel's bedroom.

A groan.

Maybe he's working out?

He might be watching a movie?

Your curiosity got the better of you. Before you knew it, you were standing right outside his bedroom door, hearing his quiet groans and grunts. Your eyes focused, looking into the slight crack between the ajar door and doorway. Waves of shock ran through your body as your eyes widened.

Joel sat on his bed, shirtless and leaning against the headboard. His pillows were scattered everywhere, his sheets and blankets messy. The real gem was in between his legs. Joel sat there, chest heaving and jaw slack, stroking his cock.

His hand was wrapped in a fist, gripping his cock, his hand running up and down in fast strokes. Watching him, an arousal pooled in between your thighs. His messy curls, veiny arms, and his fucking happy trail. You bit your bottom lip slightly, not able to force your eyes away from Joel's actions.

"Fuck, I... I can't cum." Joel mumbled to himself, eyebrows knitted together and eyes clenched closed. He sounded irritated and frustrated. He let go of his cock, letting it stand rock-hard and glistening with pre-cum between his thighs.

Too focused on looking at his girthy cock and body as a whole, you completely dismissed the idea of his bedroom door being slightly open. Leaning against the door a little too much, you stumbled into his bedroom and stood there dumbfounded.

Joel's eyes flickered to yours. He didn't bother covering a single thing of his. The words came out of his mouth before he could even process it. "Help me, cupcake. Will ya' do that for me? Help me get rid of this, baby." His voice was hoarse and quiet, his deep, brown eyes big and full of desperation.

After staring at him blankly for a moment, you took a deep, quiet breath and closed the bedroom door behind you, taking a few hesitant steps towards his bed. Just seeing you comply, Joel groaned quietly and began stroking his cock lazily.

Swiftly stripping off your pants and shirt, you heard Joel's grunts. "Oh, fuck, so beautiful, baby. Gonna come and look pretty, sittin' on my cock." More pre-cum leaked out from the slit on the thick tip of his cock, the more he stroked. Joel groaned, smearing more of the white liquid with his thumb, watching you intently.

You were completely naked, crawling on his bed. Joel immediately reached over, his large, calloused hands grabbing your waist and placing you on your knees, right above his cock. Joel's eyes practically rolled back at the sight of your juices leaking out of your pussy.

His fingers dipped down, gently rubbing and feeling your soaked slit. You let out a small whine as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your breasts were in his face, with the position that you were in. Joel took the opportunity to lick and toy with your breasts, before sucking hungrily on one of your nipples, letting his teeth gently graze against the sensitive nub.

You moaned, still on your knees, with his leaking cock pressed against your outer labia. Joel seemed utterly distracted with your breasts. He pulled his fingers away from your clit and put both of his large hands on your breasts, gently pinching both of your nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers. He left kisses on your sternum area, between your breasts. "So fuckin' gorgeous, cupcake."

Reaching down, you grabbed his girthy cock and rubbed the thick tip of it up and down your slit. His pre-cum smeared all over your labia and vulva, mixing with your own juices. "C'mon, ride me, baby. You're fuckin' soaked. Show me how much of a good girl you can be, yeah?" Joel spoke in a hoarse voice, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone and neck.

Moving from kneeling to a squatting position over his cock, you pressed the tip at your entrance and slid down with ease, putting your hands on Joel's broad shoulders to help balance yourself. "Oh, fuck, cupcake... so fuckin' good." Joel groaned, feeling the way your wet cunt engulfed his cock.

He was so fucking thick.

You whimpered loudly, working your way down his cock slowly. Joel placed his large hands on either side of your waist. "Doin' so good for me, princess." He kissed your temple, running a hand up and down your back. You inhaled deeply, holding your breath. You exhaled, knowing you reached the bottom of his thick shaft, feeling the thin layer of his pubic hair against your slit.

Joel allowed you to adjust for a moment, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. He was impatient and all he wanted to do was start fucking you relentlessly, but he didn't rush you. You bit your bottom lip slightly, in concentration, beginning to go up his cock, clenching around him tightly as you moved. It felt euphoric to you.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby. Keep ridin' daddy's cock like that." Joel groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him. Going up and down on his girthy length at a normal pace, Joel's hands tightened on either side of your waist. He grunted and buried his face in your neck.

He didn't care anymore.

Joel held your hips down as he bucked and thrusted his hips upward frantically, hearing your pussy squelch everytime his cock went in and back out again. Your eyes rolled back and all you could possibly utter were pornographic moans, feeling the tip of his cock continuously hit your sensitive g-spot.

Quietly panting in your ear, Joel's libido was up to the ceiling. "Fuck, fuck, I can't stop, baby." His thrusts were deep and fast. His large hands clenched in the sheets, sweat dripping down the back of his neck, hips bucking wildly into yours. "Ungh, ungh, Joel!" You were seeing stars. Skin softly clapped against each other and his balls smacked against your slit continuously.

A big coil was building, deep inside of your stomach. You were gonna cum soon. Too fucking quick. "C'mon, princess, nearly there. You can do it." Joel groaned into your neck. "I'm gonna cum... daddy, I'm gonna cum..." You sobbed, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock, almost as if it was trying to keep him inside forever.

"Oh, fuck─if you keep clenchin' around me like that, I'm gonna fuck around and knock you up." Joel mumbled, not stopping his animalistic thrusts for nothing. You practically mewled at his words, eyes rolling back and drool slightly dribbling down your chin. "Need... need your cum... want it inside." You whined, barely able to form sentences.

Joel had the slightest smirk on his face. "Yeah? Fuck, you want it that bad, princess?" You nodded frantically, trying to bounce your hips up and down to meet his thrusts. Joel's grip on your waist tightened, seeing your response.

That was all he needed.

Burying his face into your neck, Joel groaned and his thrusts went back to the same, furious pace. He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. "Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna go home with your sweet pussy filled with my cum... bet you'd want that, huh, princess?" Joel grunted, pushing his cock deeper into your sopping cunt, with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes, please... please, cum..." You whimpered, throwing your head back as he bottomed out continuously, followed by the sounds of your wet pussy. Feeling the tip of his cock prod your sensitive spot one last time, your back arched and your eyes rolled back. "Oh─oh, fuck, Joel!" You sobbed.

Your sweet, white consistency squirted and leaked out onto Joel's cock. Down your thighs, down his balls, and staining his bedsheets. Joel's thrusts didn't conclude. He wasn't done. "Fuck, yes, c'mon... c'mon." Joel growled into your neck, his strokes turning sloppy, but the desperation was still evident. At this point, you were seeing more than stars. You were overstimulating and your mouth stayed agape as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

Within seconds, Joel groaned loudly, pulling out and swiftly pushing his cock deep inside of your pussy, once more, to the brim. He stayed still, not moving an inch, as thick, white ropes of his semen squirted inside of your cunt. You felt the sudden hotness inside of you, but all you could do was go limp and relax on his lap, with his cock still bured inside of you.

Joel brought his hands up to your head and ran his fingers through your hair, kissing your flushed cheek as he chuckled, slightly out of breath.

"'m gonna need to get ya' a plan B, aren't I?"

🚀 authors note: ffs, this took way longer than anticipated, but this is js another one of my horny thots, so i hope this was somewhat satisfying.

(i need joel miller asap) 🫠

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[fleur-bbyy]

I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL

rating: 18+, minors DNI. ageless blogs are blocked.

warnings: sex sex sex, porn!au, no quirks, fake stepcest, fake stuckage, afab reader, reader is described to have a big ass, sex work, only fans mentions, breeding kink, pet names, use of oniichan, daddy kink, lots of porn barely any plot, all characters are aged up to 21+

katsuki is an ass man and no one can convince me otherwise.

part two.

“hey! what’re you doing step-bro?”

you were trying your best to play up the horrible script you were given. especially since you were hungry and had been on this set for five fucking hours already and you’re just now getting to the fucking. after what felt like an eternity of makeup, wardrobe, and pictures taken for the cover you were just ready to put your tits back in your tiny tank top and stop with this corny-ass scenario. stepcest stuckage.

of fucking course.

you were coming up on a year in the porn industry after being scouted from amateur sites and quickly shooting up in popularity as a pro. you were one of the many amateurs who had become pro in the last year and shot up fast in rankings, being dubbed a member of the “golden eight.” you had shot multiple times with six of the other seven, even becoming good friends with most of them and doing side stuff on your onlyfans with the burly red-head that people seem to adore seeing you with. occasionally filming some with the pinkette girl, too.

this was your first time shooting with the last out of the other seven, katsuki bakugo. famously called ‘dynamight’ because of his explosive personality and his ability to give equally as explosive orgasms to men and women both.

“cut! luxe, arch your back more baby. really need’ta see that ass pop.” your director shouted as your coordinator came to position you in a way that pleased him. luxe was your stage name when you were still amateur, and it just always stuck around. nobody in your agency wanted to change your name as luxe was synonymous with the girl that had a ‘fat, peachy ass’ and could ‘squirt buckets.’ you rolled your eyes at the camera that was positioned in the front loading dryer you were “stuck” in. they insisted it’d be best to catch your reactions close up.

“dynamight! you still good back there?” the director shouted once again as the coordinator finished up her work.

“yeah, just hard as a fuckin’ rock and ready to get the fuck on with it.”

“wouldn’t expect any less from you!” you were graciously warned about the blonde’s brash personality, even going as far to meet up with him a time or two before the shoot just so you’d be aware. and boy, were they right. always shouting obscenities and such vulgarity that is made seasoned pornstars blush, but you both seemed to get along due to your shared hatred of corny, half-scripted shoots and directors who think they have the next big video. dynamight was known for being a rough dom. always keen to leaving bruises with how hard he’ll grip the hips of whoever he’s getting down with and extremely fond of hickies. unfortunately for the two of you, he wasn’t allowed to mark you up this time.

you huffed loudly as your director kept going on and on about how great this was gonna be and how amazing it is to have two of the top stars in his video.

“yeah, yeah, fantastic. now can we get on with it? his viagra’s gonna wear off before he gets any action and my pussy will dry up so fast the sahara will be envious.” you half-yelled so you were able to heard from the your confines in the dryer. you heard the blonde behind you laugh, lightly brushing one of his rough hands against the exposed skin on your ass, sending a shiver down your spine and into your aching core.

the camera-man finally started filming and you saw the red light of your camera that was catching your face light up as the director gave the thumbs up. you once again repeated your corny-ass mandatory lines and you finally felt his fingers push your soaked panties to the side. you relaxed a bit, knowing that everything from here was basically free reign for the two of you. only a few more required lines from him.

“look how wet you fuckin’ get from your oniisan. only dirty fuckin’ sluts act like this.” he slapped your under-stimulated clit and gently moved his fingers up and down your soaked cunt. you moaned loudly. genuinely mewls and whines escaped your lips as he kneaded the fat of your famous ass. you couldn’t tell if you were just so needy or if your colleague behind you was just that fucking good.

it didn’t help that he was pretty fucking attractive, either. you were practically swimming in your juices the first time you met. ready to drop your pants and give it to him like you were on the casting couch.

you felt his cockhead circling your tight entrance as you whined for him. big, genuine whines. you had never been so eager to be fucked on camera, something about him enamored you. you felt the smallest little bit of his fat tip slip in your folds, but he stopped there.

“say it.”

“w-what?”

“say it. tell me you’re my little whore. oniichan’s personal slut. just using you to keep my dick wet.” he gripped your hips with his strong hands to keep you from throwing your hips back onto him, not like katsuki would mind. he thinks you’re pretty and sexy and has been waiting so long to sink his dick into your pretty folds. he’s fucked his right fist so many nights to your videos on your onlyfans, loving that you weren’t staged to do anything. that it was just you.

he’s also admitted multiple times on his social media that he is definitely an ass man and practically creamed his pants when he got the call that you were shooting together.

“fuck yes! i’m your whore, oniichan! please please please fuck me!” and with that he roughly slapped your ass and unceremoniously slammed his length into your cunt, resulting in a loud moan from you that could probably be heard from the main audio system. he let a rough growl escape from his throat and smirked when your pussy tightened around him. your walls were so warm and inviting, like his cock was made for you.

“fuck yes, baby. look at you taking your brother so, so good hah slutty pussy suckin’ me right in fuck. you wanted this didn’t you?” his movements were quick, rough, and calculated. the man inside you had turned animalistic as soon as his heavy, aching cock got a kiss of your sweet insides. almost immediately finding that spongy spot inside you that made you feel like you could let go already. he bullied his fat cock into your tight hole like he owned it. like you were his personal fucktoy.

“ohmygod yes… fuck please please please.” you babbled, not having to do much work to play your reactions up for your camera. he genuinely just felt so good, so perfect inside your warm cunt. it’d only been a few moments and you were already drunk off the way he slid in an out of you, fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before.

sweat was already slicking up katsuki’s body and sparse blonde hairs stuck to his now-shiny forehead. the sight of his thick cock disappearing inside the co-worker of his dream’s pussy had him feeling like he could bust his nut already. his ruby red eyes bore into you, watching the way your ass jiggled every time his pelvis met the area where you butt and thighs met. he wished he could see your little fucked-out face. he so desperately wanted to watch as your pretty mouth let out those whiny and desperate moans, just for him.

just for him.

he usually didn’t, but he was definitely watching this video once it’s out, so desperately wanting to know what your sweet face looked like as he fucked you like a feral man.

“atta girl, little minx aren’cha? i bet you got stuck here on purpose just so you could get your step-brother to fuck you senseless.” he fucked into your dripping pussy harder after the director gave the green light, he too looked like he could bust in his jeans just from the sight of two attractive people fucking before him. it filled katsuki’s already full ego even more.

“god yes daddy wanted you s’fuckin’ bad!” daddy. the five letter word replayed in his head over and over again. it filled him with such an animalistic possession to know that you did do some research of your own, how else would you have known he goes crazy over that little name?

“oh fuck, callin’ me daddy now, eh? you filthy fuckin’ girl- oh shit!” he had to throw his head back from the pleasure as you threw your ass back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. your mewls growing louder as you split yourself open on him and he felt your already-tight walls begin to clamp down harder, squeezing his dick just right. he used the hand that wasn’t pushing your thong to the side to reach around and rub circles on your swollen, neglected clit.

“please daddy… i need to cum fuck i need to cum!” you loudly moaned, almost at a pitch similar to screaming. katsuki’s shit-eating smirk only grew louder. the two of you were so engrossed in each other that you both didn’t notice the director yelling cut and the clapperboard being used to signal the end of a take. you didn’t even realize that you had strayed away from your directions.

“c’mon babygirl… cum on this cock fuck! wan’ you to make a mess of your oniichan. keep fuckin’ yourself back on me like that and daddy’ll paint your insides white ngh shit.” the mix of his thick dick, skilled fingers, and word choice making the fire burning in your belly to engulf your body in heat. clear liquid gushing from your pussy and warming katsuki’s pelvis and legs. he looked down just as the last bit of liquid shot out from your spent sex.

“oh god baby, YES,” he groaned deeply and continued thrusting into you, chasing his own release. he used your body ruthlessly, like an animal in desperate heat, “fuck baby… ‘m cummin’ ‘m cummin’ please god let me cum inside please please.”

you’d never heard the rough dom whimper before, but the sound was music to your still-ringing ears. you let out a “yes yes yes” to let him know it was okay to cum inside. with a few more sloppy, rough thrusts, he was spurting his white hot seed inside your perfect pussy. you were both out of breath, sweaty, and fucked out. he still wasn’t fucked out enough and managed to give your ass a few light slaps, still enamored with how it shook and jiggled. you collapsed inside the machine, legs drooping and letting your ass fall once he pulled out. you were trembling and so exhausted you could probably fall asleep inside this uncomfortable-ass dryer. ready to dream about the best dicking you’ve ever had in your goddamn life.

after you both got cleaned up and half-chewed out by the director for going off script and ‘ruining his shoot,’ it was time to finally relax and go home. your bathtub practically screaming your name from home. before that, though, you met katsuki in the stars only lounge.

he wore a muscle tank that showed off his beautiful body that he’d spent years sculpting in the gym and a pair of classic grey sweats that showed off the imprint of his half-chub, you assumed the viagra still hadn’t completely wore off.

“can you believe the fucker had the audacity to say we ruined his shitty video? if anything we made that half-assed shit better.” you could tell he was prideful of his work due to the emphasis he put on his words. you lightly laughed, watching him scroll on his phone to catch up with the world since you both weren’t allowed it for a few hours. you saw his strong hands tracing lazy circles on his thigh.

“we should’ve wrote that script, shown them how it’s really done. we’re the ones that know how to trend on the hub, anyways.” it was his turn to let out a laugh this time. you sat down next to him on the black couch, still eyeing his cock and fingers that you already wanted back inside you. your gawking not going unnoticed by the blonde.

“see somethin’ you like?” he looked at you through his eyelashes and smirked.

“hell yeah,” your eyes traced his body, admiring every curve and detail, “i think it’s quite unfair that you got to see this hot bod and all i got to see was the inside of a dryer.” he gave you an amused look and gestured down to his semi-hard cock.

“whaddya say about round two in my trailer?”

the company ended up using the video the two of you supposedly “ruined,” it was trending in the top ten for a month straight due to its ‘raw intensity’ and ‘believable passion.’

you and katsuki were now in high demand to work with each other, jobs that you never denied. :)

part two.

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[anakincentric]

mdni. minors & ageless blogs will be blocked. warnings: sexual content, established relationship, dom!anakin, brat!reader, daddy kink, praise (f receiving), dd/lg dynamics, size difference.

"daddy - ah! daddy. can't take much more." you confess, clawing into anakin's shoulders while your face twists in a cross between ache and ecstasy. writhing underneath him, you're desperate for friction, desperate to feel him all over your skin while he rails you. on your back, your tits jump with each of his juts, fat cock driving into its home over and over again. you whimper and cry, thrashing your head side-to-side, while your legs suspended in air bob with the force.

"you can handle it." anakin responds, casual enough for being under strain. he grits his teeth, growling through his nose as he moves. "yeah, baby... mm yeah that's it. who's my good girl? good girls sit pretty f'me." his sweet words help you loosen, but you still can't do what he requests, helplessly rutting as if to get him deeper or pull him out. his arms that cage you in swell from holding him over you, and for a particularly sharp jut into your wet heat to scold you for not listening to him. "hey." he says firmly, and drops to his elbow on the mattress, leaning on it to use his free hand to scoop under your head. he cups the back of it, his massive palm making you feel small as he rearranges you, pulling you forward and lifting your head from your pillow. "look." your eyes make contact with what he wants to show you, proudly demonstrating how your cunt slurps up his every inch. it transfixes you. bent over so your back aches, but you're entranced. strained pleasured noises choke out of your throat but you sit still just like he wants.

he knows your pretty eyes are dilated, watching your daddy's cock make a home down there. affectionately, he settles his forehead on yours, his golden curls tickling you as you watch your pussy grip his dick together. his strained exhales wash over your face. "daddy-y-y, it's so big." you whine, and look up at him with that glossy gaze he loves so much. he pecks your hairline.

"i know, princess, i know." he sympathizes, but you know he doesn't really mean it because he's still fucking you in a way that flexes his entire abdomen. you're near sob out of frustration, inhaling a shaky breath. "jus' a little daddy-baby bonding time."

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[nxuvillette]

BEHIND THE SCENES — OLIVER AIKU

synopsis: you and oliver’s sex tape had gotten leaked onto twitter. your relationship comes to a halt, but once you reconnect, you recall what happened that night he filmed your sexual encounter with each other.

❥- pairings : oliver aiku x fem!reader

❥- note : thank you to @flseur for helping me with this idea !! i seriously couldn’t have done it without you <3. i hope you all enjoy !! reblogs are appreciated !!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, secret relationship, personal trainer!reader, some brief angst, non consensual video sharing (oliver did not share it !), mentions of food, use of pet names (baby , princess , good girl), consensual recording, unprotected sex, begging, praising, marking, breeding kink, creampie, brief choking.

The sun spread its golden rays into your bedroom through the beige curtains that blanketed your windows. It was your day off. You enjoyed nothing more than taking in an extra hour or two of sleep. It was your normal routine during the weekends, so you decided to roll over onto the other side of your bed and try and focus on sleeping. 

BUZZ!

Your phone would normally vibrate throughout the morning or even during the night. You had friends who would send you Instagram posts or even text you to ask about meeting for coffee on a certain day. It wasn’t unusual at all, so you didn’t really pay much attention to your cell phone. You were too drowned in sleep to even bat an eye.

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

Your sleepy eyes opened slightly at the sound of four consecutive notifications. You didn’t know who was messaging you at this early hour, but it was getting kind of annoying. Part of you wanted to put your phone on do not disturb, but the laziness of being in bed only sucked you back into the mattress you were resting on. It was probably nothing. Your friends were probably just blowing up your phone with posts or other random shit. It was never that important.

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!

An annoyed sigh left your lips. Who the hell was spamming you? You wondered if it was Isagi who had something stupid to say sometimes, but when you lifted your phone off the bedside table, you were surprised to see that it wasn’t him. There were multiple text messages coming from not just your close friends, but one of your clients, Oliver Aiku.

Your eyes scanned over the messages, furrowing your brows at the contents of them.

Kunigami: umm.. is this you??

Isagi: hey, y/n, idk if you’ve gone online buy something is out there and i really hope you’re alright.

Oliver: y/n

Oliver: y/n please pick the fuck up right now

Oliver: this is not the time to be ignoring me we need to talk asap.

Sae: wtf is going on??

Oliver: y/n please call me when you have the chance

Confusion covered your body at the concerns of your friends. Isagi’s message confused you the most, though, because what did he mean something happened online? You weren’t really big on social media like that. Sure, you had a few thousand followers on Twitter and Instagram, but by no means were you some kind of influencer or celebrity online. You preferred it that way. Having too much attention was overwhelming and you never liked the spotlight to begin with.

You swiped out of your messages and went onto Twitter. To your surprise, your notifications were blowing up and your small number of followers had jumped seemingly overnight. It made you even more confused now, because what happened? You didn’t post any tweets that could go viral, so what was all of this attention for? It wasn’t until you pressed a video you were tagged in that you realized what you were going viral for. 

Immediately, you recognized yourself. You were lying in the bed of your client, Oliver Aiku, and he was fucking the shit out of you. Everything about that night had rushed back into your brain at light speed. You remembered giving Oliver permission to record the sex you were having, but you never allowed him to post it. Neither of you wanted something like that to get out, and it was like a nightmare knowing that it was out and so many people had seen it. There was this pit in your gut that made you sick to your stomach. Did Oliver leak it? Did he show it or send it to someone else and they released it? You were pissed, hurt, but most of all, you felt embarrassed. Hundreds of people saw you at your most vulnerable and who knows what might happen to you now that this was public news. 

You left Twitter and searched for Oliver’s contact. It made sense why he was messaging you so much. He must have seen it way before you did. 

You pressed the call option and it began to ring, but after a few seconds, he picked up. “(Y/N)! Thank god..” he sounded panicked, which annoyed you. “I dunno how-“

“Oliver, what the fuck?! How did this happen?! Did you fucking leak it or send it to someone? Be honest with me, because I’m so fucking.. mortified right now.” you were very angry, more angry than you had ever been in your life. You knew what kind of man he was, so it wouldn’t have shocked you if he was the one to share your business.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before speaking to you again. He was well aware of how bad this looked. Things like this happen all of the time to women without their knowledge, and it’s a disgusting matter. He understood your feelings completely. “(Y/N).. I didn’t leak the tape, I promise. I would never ever share something like that with anyone else. Baby, you know I’m not that kind of guy..” he sounded upset, but also genuine at the same time. 

You shook your head, staring at the ceiling. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but all of this seemed way too sketchy. Oliver was always a ladies man and it was shocking enough that he wanted to have a relationship with you that wasn’t just professional, so maybe it was just too good to be true. “Then how did it get out? It doesn’t make sense, Oliver. I know you’re a good guy.. but how do I know you’re not lying to me right now?” you questioned, looking down at the floor.

Oliver sighed, knowing you had somewhat of a point. Given the circumstances, it made sense why you would accuse him of doing such a thing, but he genuinely liked you. He would never do that to anyone. “My manager was telling me that I should start moving shit off of my iCloud because people are hacking, so I must have forgotten to move it and someone more than likely hacked into it and posted it.” he said. “I promise, baby, I would never do that to you. I like you so much.. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.”

You didn’t reply for a few seconds. It did seem likely that his cloud could have gotten hacked, but still, it didn’t help that the video was now out there for the world to see. Many strangers saw your body and your voice. It made you feel dirty and it was such an uncomfortable feeling. Oliver probably didn’t fully understand how you felt, but you weren’t about to argue with him on that. 

“I want to take a break, Oliver.”

There was silence on the other end for a few moments. You could tell that Oliver wasn’t happy with it based on his reaction, but this was all too much for you. This could destroy your life and even career opportunities. “Right.. um, I understand, (Y/N).” he broke the silence. “I’m sorry again.. I was an idiot to not properly protect our privacy. I’m here if you need anything, always.”

After that, the phone suddenly hung up. He didn’t even give you any warning, but you knew it upset him. It wasn’t like either of you meant for this to happen, but it was a very serious matter. You didn’t want your family seeing that or someone you were good friends with. You needed time to clear your head and just be by yourself for a little while. Things like this don’t just pass overnight, so you wanted to disconnect for a bit.

TWO MONTHS LATER 

The aroma of coffee filled your nose as you sat in the cafe. Many people entered and exited with their orders and others sat down to use the wifi that the cafe offered to do work. 

You sat at one of the tables beside the window. A few small snowflakes danced onto the ground from the sky. It was quite a chilly day. The wind was like glass being cut against your skin and bundling up didn’t exactly help with the sheer cold. You were kind of nervous. It was the first time in two months that you had seen Oliver in person, and you both decided to meet up after not speaking with one another for a while. It was going to be awkward and you knew that, but you wanted to at least see him and talk.

You shifted around when you noticed Oliver stepping into the cafe. His eyes immediately lit up when he saw you sitting by yourself at the table. He looked the same as ever. His stubble was a bit shorter and he had that same haircut he usually had. 

The stool screeched when he pulled it out to sit across from you. You didn’t want this to feel weird or awkward, so you put on the bravest face you could find and smiled at him. “Hey.. long time no see, how are you?” you placed your hands around the coffee cup which was still warm. 

He took in your appearance and couldn’t help but grin as well at you. Oliver couldn’t lie, he missed you a lot. You were once his everything and to lose you made him feel like shit. He knew he fucked up back then and he wanted to make things better again between you two. “I’m doing okay, you? How have you been? I kind of missed you..” he said, reaching over to place his hand atop of yours.

His touch was like electricity on your skin. It had been so long since you felt him against you. Not seeing him for so long brought back so many reminders as to why you were into him in the first place. “I missed you too..” you replied. “I’ve just been managing lately. After everything, I took a break from social media and such. I was lucky enough to keep my job.”

Oliver felt a sting in his heart at the situation. He knew this was ten times worse for you than it was for him. He was mocked by a few of his teammates who didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, but he knew it was much more bad for you than it was for him. “I see.. I’m glad to see you, though. You look good.” he tried soothing you the best he could, even if it didn’t work as well. 

“Look, I.. I know that wasn’t entirely your fault for what happened. I shouldn’t have just thrown it all on you, but I’m over it.” you looked at him with seriousness all over your expression. “The video was taken down and I don’t want that to define me whatsoever, so I forgive you, Oliver.”

He seemed genuinely relieved to hear that you didn’t hate him. He thought you were going to knock him out and whoop the shit out of him for what happened. He truly didn’t mean for any of this to happen. He cared for you deeply and the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt or hate him. “I appreciate that.. and again, I’m sorry. This was my fault for not being smart enough.” he said, squeezing your hand tightly. 

You smiled at him. “Trust me, it’s okay, you couldn’t have known this was going to happen. I promise..” you replied.

Both of you sat there for a few moments just taking in the atmosphere around you. It was all familiar to you. That’s what you liked the most about Oliver. He made you feel safe and you felt like you could genuinely be yourself around him. You missed him a lot. It took a lot in you to not reach out, but after some time, you figured you would patch things up with him. He was your client, after all. Being his personal trainer meant you’d see him more often and the last thing you wanted was for things to become awkward.

His thumb brushed against your palm, making eye contact with you at the same time. “I wanna take you out.. I don’t care if people see us together.” he lifted your hand to kiss it. 

Your cheeks felt hot at his proposal. Normally, you two kept things pretty private, but seeing that he didn’t care about it being public, it made you happy. “I’d love that..” you grinned, looking at him with a happy glint in your eyes.

While sitting there, you began to remember what had happened the night you and Oliver had hooked up. At that point, you two had been seeing each other for a month or two. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to come over to his place after having a workout, but that night was different. You could feel it when Oliver kept brushing his hands against yours, or the way he stood a little too close to your ass which led his aching cock to brush against it. It didn’t take long for you to end up on the bed inside his bedroom. 

Oliver’s lips touched against your skin. His teeth grazed against the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, licking and sucking to leave a mark that would be visible to anyone. His large hands were all over your body. He wasted zero time tearing off your leggings and pulling down your sports bra to reveal your pretty tits he had spent so much time eyeing. He was so gentle. He left a trail of wet kisses on the valley between your breasts and then down towards your navel. He thought your body was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He spent so much time fantasizing about what he’d do if he was alone with you, and now that moment had come. He wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers so easily.

A smirk appeared on his features when he saw the damp spot soaking through your panties. He hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled the fabric down from your thighs, exposing your pretty cunt. His cock hardened immediately when he saw how wet you were. Fuck, you really were perfect in every way possible. “Shiitt, all this for me, princess?” he chuckled, spreading your thighs apart to see your pretty hole.

You whimpered when you felt his breath fan over your pussy. You were practically throbbing over the fact that he was hovering over you. “Y-Yes..” you moaned. “Oliver, please.. I need you..” 

He was surprised to see that you were tugging at his shirt to bring him closer. Who was he to deny you of what you wanted? He then tossed off his shirt, throwing it somewhere into his bedroom. You shivered when you watched him pull down his shorts, revealing his cock that was leaking pre-cum around the tip. A happy trail went down from his stomach all the way to his pubes that were properly trimmed. You had seen him shirtless many times before, but seeing his dick made you even more turned on. 

The tip of his cock slid against your clit. You moaned softly at the contact it made with your body. You wanted him inside you so badly. You didn’t even have the desire to make him do foreplay. “Ready for me, baby..?” he looked down at you, positioning his cock at your entrance. 

You nodded, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. “Yes.. so ready..” you looked at him with desperate eyes. 

Oliver then pushed himself into you. A sharp gasp slipped through your lips at the sensation of his cock filling your cunt. The stretch was intense. You felt like you could hardly take him from how big he was. He was only halfway in and you already felt so full from just that. The burn felt too good. You couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his shoulder blades. Oliver didn’t mind the pain, though. He was losing it right about now. You were so tight and the way your pussy hugged his cock was so perfect. He couldn’t help but groan at how much pleasure he was feeling. Where the hell had you been? 

Once given the go ahead to move, Oliver set himself at a rougher pace. He wanted to go slow, but he couldn’t keep fighting with himself. Any restraint he had early on was now diminishing with every rut of his hips. He was so lost within you. He couldn’t think of anything else. 

Your cries of pleasure were uncontrollable at that point. His cock was bullying your walls and reaching places inside you that made your body melt for him. It didn’t help that he had all the stamina in the world from being a pro athlete. He could probably go on for hours without feeling tired. “Oliver! God, yes! M-More! I need more!” you whined, making eye contact with him. 

He smirked at how needy you were for him. Oliver never imagined he’d have you underneath him like this. His cock stuffing your pussy, making you sob from how good it was. This was all a dream for him, and he was so thankful it had finally come true. “Yeah? More, baby? Fuck, I’ll give you more..” he then reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his cell phone that had been discarded for almost an hour now. “Wanna be on camera, princess..?”

Your head shook almost instantly at his request. You trusted Oliver more than anything. Plus, it was kind of thrilling to you that you would be filmed. It made you clench around him just a little tighter when the thought crossed your mind. “Yes..” you spat out.

Oliver then held his phone above you. He moved your legs so your knees were now nearly touching the bed you were lying on. It gave him the perfect view of everything. You were a bit stunned at first when the flash turned on, but none of that mattered to you. You were too lost in bliss to think about that. 

He began to play with your puffy clit, sending multiple waves of pleasure to wash over you. He thought you looked so fucking cute. He knew he made the right choice in finding you that day. You were everything Oliver Aiku ever wanted in a woman. “Like that..? Look at you.. bein’ such a good girl while I fuck you..” he grunted. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna ruin you..”

Oliver tossed his phone aside, focusing solely on you once again. His pace picked up. It was so fast that you saw stars in your vision whenever he reached your g-spot. His balls smacked against your throbbing clit, creating some lewd noises that filled the room. Beads of sweat trickled down Oliver’s gorgeous body, leaving a nice shine to his skin and his muscles. He looked so hot above you. You wished you could snap a photo of him so you could remember that night forever.

The burning pit inside your stomach was only growing larger with every thrust. Oliver could feel your pussy slowly becoming tighter around him. He knew you were close. You had become so desperate for that release. It was clawing at you like an animal wanting to escape from its cage. “O-Oliver.. I’m close!” you moaned, closing your legs just a little so your knees were now against his waist.

He chuckled at the sound of that. He wanted to make you cum so hard that you couldn’t think straight for days. You were so pretty and perfect for him. “C’mon, princess, cum all over this dick..” he leaned down to capture your lips into a sloppy kiss. “Show me how much of a good girl you are..”

At that moment, you finally let go around him. Your pussy clamped around his cock and Oliver’s hips stuttered from the feeling. Your cum coated his cock nicely, making squelching noises accumulate from how wet you were. He couldn’t help but smile at how great you did. You were calling out his name like it was a prayer, and he loved nothing more than to hear that. You were addictive. He didn’t think he could find someone better than you in this life. 

Oliver’s hand found its way around your throat. You watched him with glassy eyes as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your thighs were shaking and you couldn’t even form proper sentences from how fucked out you were. “Where do you want me to cum, baby..?” he asked, squeezing your throat slightly to restrict your breathing for a brief moment.

“I-Inside..! Inside me, please..!” you managed to say with a whiny tone. 

You were so fucking dirty. He loved it.

Oliver clenched his teeth as he increased his thrusts once again. His cock was twitching inside of you and his balls started to feel tight from his release being so close. “Fuck.. ‘gonna cum so hard inside you..” he grunted. “Make this pussy all mine.. you’re all mine, got it? N-No one can fuck you this good.. or breed you as well as I can, baby. Shit.. say it, say you’re mine..”

You did exactly as he wanted, grinning in the process. “I’m y-yours..” you whimpered.

A groan rumbled in his throat as he finally reached his climax. His cum gushed into your pussy, filling your womb with white. There was this rush of warmth that spread across your abdomen when he came inside you. It was so good. It made you crave it more. 

Oliver panted, staring down at you to see if there were any signs of discomfort on your end, but he was relieved to see that there weren’t any. You seemed very drowsy and tired from his point of view, but regardless, you looked beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of your beauty. How could someone like you fall into his lap like that? You were too great for him. He knew he was going to cherish you. 

Oliver vowed to never let you go, no matter what.

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“you’re doing so well for me.”

the deep rumble of jing yuan’s voice does little to soothe the vicious ache between your legs, his lithe fingers working your folds so deliciously and yet keeping you on that precipice that you just can’t seem to fall over. he’s been doing this for awhile now, letting the pleasure in your core tighten just enough to bring you to the edge, and then he’d stop completely, denying you the one thing you want the most. you let out a pathetic wail as he pulls away yet again, leaving you high and dry for what feels like the millionth time.

“jing yuan, please!” you sob. he clicks his tongue.

“what did we talk about, little sparrow? c’mon. you know that’s not how you’re s’posed to address me.”

you can see his smug grin through blurry eyes, tears gathering on your lashes as your hips buck in search of any kind of relief.

“g-general, sir,” you plead shakily, “please let me cum.”

“that’s my girl.”

and his fingers plunge back into your gummy walls, working against that sensitive spot in just the right way to make you see stars. your mouth drops open as a moan catches in your throat, and your thighs start shaking as you feel yourself nearing the crest of an orgasm once again.

this time, though, jing yuan lets you fall, his other large hand coming down to work at your clit with his thumb mercilessly. you shake violently as he lets you cum with tears falling down your cheeks.

he lets you ride out your high—and.. and he doesn’t stop, and oh my god, your stomach is tight with overwhelming pleasure and the rise of another orgasm.

“wait— wait! oh, oh god, sir, please, s’too much..!”

if you could even think through jing yuan’s ministrations, maybe you could catch the devilish glint in his eyes, or the way his canines flash as he smirks down at your trembling form. maybe you could catch the way his cock is straining against his boxers, stained with the obscene amount of pre his tip was leaking. oh, aeons, jing yuan was completely infatuated with the way you cried pretty crystalline tears, the way you were singing for him, infatuated with you, you, you, utterly ruined under him.

you let out a sob as he lowers his head to wrap his lips around your clit; and when he sucks, your thighs clench so tightly around his head—jing yuan thinks that he’s in heaven. he’s obsessed with you and your pleasure, his hips rutting against the bed as he fingers you, crooking them oh so perfectly.

and you cum again, and again, and again, until he’s finally satisfied. you think that you’ve melted into a puddle on the bed when he finally pulls away from you, pink tongue flicking out to lick the slick that stains his face. you’d think it a little gross if it weren’t for the fact that he just sent you to heaven and back about 5 different times—you’re a little too tired to really care. that, and… maybe it was a little sexy. maybe.

“doing okay, little sparrow?” jing yuan asks gently, a large hand sliding up your body and cupping your face as he leans over you to press a sweet kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, his golden eyes stare so deeply into yours as he takes in your current state—breathless, boneless, your doe eyes full of love and adoration for him. something in his gaze darkens. you hadn't even noticed the hand previously cupping your face was drifting down to loosely wrap around your throat.

“don’t tell me you’re done yet.”

the way his voice darkens sends a chill down your spine. you’re helpless to his whims, too—you’re oh so sweetly lying out for him like a prize, tits on display as your chest rises and falls with every breath, legs spread so wide for him, accommodating his broad form in between. he smiles down at you, a soft laugh rumbling through his chest that has an undercurrent of sinfulness that has your core throbbing despite everything.

he’s going to push you to your limit—prod at it until you almost break—and then some more. and you find yourself anticipating it with bated breath, eager to see just what the general has in store for you.

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Main Dish | HJS (M)

☐ Summary: When lunch ends up being inedible, Joshua has to pick something else to eat.

☐ Pairing: Joshua x Afab!Reader

☐ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, established relationship!au, absolutely porn without plot

☐ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☐ Warnings: Profanity, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetheart, honey, good girl), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting

☐ Words: 3.2k

☐ Note: This fic is brought to you by my lack of cooking skills and my insatiable need for Joshua. It was also written for @kpopsblackcreatorsociety Bon Voyage Bingo event! The bingo square/prompt for this fic is camping.

Thank you @horanghater for being my beta ily 🥰

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“Please don’t go off, please don’t go off, please do-”

BEEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP

“Goddamnit!” Working as fast as possible, you grab the pan from the hot stove top, removing it from the heat. The blare of the smoke detector rings out through the apartment and you have to act quickly to open all the nearby windows, waving away the smoke in the air with the dish towel. 

Once the smoke mostly clears and the alarms have subsided, you survey the scene in front of you. Grumbling in frustration you eye the now burnt tofu on the stovetop and let out a disappointed sigh. You had just wanted to cook something fun and new for your boyfriend. He’s been camping with his friends for the past week and you figure he would appreciate a home-cooked meal but, as usually happens with you in the kitchen, it turned out to be a disaster. 

You weren’t a cook by any means, but you knew how to get by with very basic skills. Boiling eggs, making stove-top ramen, and using the air fryer slash toaster oven you had begged for on your last birthday. 

All of the essentials of cooking. 

Tonight, the plan was originally to try a new pan-fried tofu recipe you saw on TikTok because it looked yummy. Instead of looking like the wonderfully golden-fried nuggets that they were supposed to resemble, all that sits in the pan in front of you now are uneven little pieces of charcoal. 

Great. Wonderful. Amazing.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, gnawing at a hangnail in distress, you didn’t even take notice of your boyfriend watching you from the entrance of the room, admiring how cute you looked in your little lounge clothes and apron. His entrance had been drowned out by the blaring of the smoke alarms.

“Don’t chew on your nails, honey, it’s not good for you.”

Joshua’s voice is much louder than the music you are playing from your phone on the counter and you nearly leap into the air when you hear him.

“Jesus, Shua! You scared the shit out of me!” Clutching your chest, you reach over and pause the sound from your phone.

He chuckles as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you in for a hug. 

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t help it.” He apologizes, but the smirk on his face shows he’s not really that sorry.

Joshua places a kiss and your waiting lips and your annoyance at being jump-scared fades. He smells like outside and a little bit like sweat, but underneath that, he still has his usual warm, homey scent that belongs only to him.

You let him take your breath away a little while longer, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. He rests his head against yours when you pull away, his eyes tired but still sparkling down at you.

“How was your guys' camping trip?”

“Well, Mingyu found a spider in his tent and tore the whole thing down trying to get out, Soonyoung got sunburnt and fell into the lake, and Vernon forgot his allergy medicine and spent all week sneezing.”

“So the usual shenanigans?”

With a chuckle, Joshua nods, looking you up and down. “Basically, but I’m having a much better time now that I’m back here with you.” He leans down to kiss your forehead and you still let yourself get flustered by his sweet words, even after three years together. “And what’s going on in here?” He asks when he finally pulls away, eyes looking over your head at the charred remains of your lunch.

“Nothing, just me fucking up in the kitchen again.” Pouting, you cross your arms, wincing as Joshua steps up to the counter, inspecting what’s remaining of the tofu.

“Ah baby, they don’t look that bad…” He uses the chopsticks you left nearby to poke at a piece, raising it to his face and sniffing it.

“Shua, don’t-” Before you can stop him, he pops it into his mouth, chewing extra slowly. Your boyfriend, always so sweet to you and considerate of your feelings, looks like he’s in physical pain as he crunches the food, his nose wrinkling with each shift of his jaw. With a sigh you walk over and grab a sheet of paper towel, holding it up to his mouth. “Spit it out.”

“It doesn’t taste terrible…” he mumbles between chews, eyebrows furrowing as he does.

“Joshua, just spit it out!” At your insistence he does, expression apologetic.

Joshua watches you take the rest of the tofu and throw it away, shoulders slumping in defeat. He moves across the kitchen to stand behind you, wrapping you in his arms. 

“Don’t be upset, baby. It’s just some tofu.”

“But I fucked up lunch for you! I just wanted to make you a homemade meal since you’ve been eating over a campfire all week.” Joshua coos at you, pulling you tighter against him.

“Aw, sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this in the first place. I think we both know that you would’ve been better off ordering something. There’s a reason I do most of the cooking, remember?” He laughs, his tone teasing.

Gasping, you spin in his hold, round eyes staring up at him as you pout for what feels like the twentieth time tonight. “Joshie, are you saying I can’t cook?!”

Faltering, Joshua’s eyes dart back and forth, strategically planning his next words. 

“I - I didn’t mean that you can’t cook, Y/n. I just -”

“I’m kidding, Shua. Of course, I know I can’t cook.” He’s clearly relieved, rolling his eyes at your giggles. 

Joshua leans down to pepper your face with kisses, holding you close, ignoring your feeble attempt to escape his grasp.

“I guess it’s a good thing then that I wasn’t even thinking about what I’d eat for lunch.” He places a final kiss on your cheek before pulling back to gaze at you.

“You weren’t?”

“Of course not. How could I even begin to think about lunch when all I could think about was tasting you again?” Joshua smirks at you, laughing when you scoff, your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“How did I know you wouldn’t even be a little bit subtle about wanting to have sex as soon as you got back?” 

“Because you know how addicted I am to you and how much I think about you.” You and Joshua are chest to chest, his hands tracing your body, fingertips pressing lightly into your curves.

Joshua’s voice has already lowered an octave, eyes flickering to your lips. You’re in no way surprised at how quickly Joshua turned the situation from silly and domestic to horny, but you’re not bothered in the slightest, more than happy to fuck your boyfriend again. A week has been far too long of a time to go without Joshua’s cock inside of you.

“Oh, so you were thinking of me on your trip? Thought you’d be too busy grilling meat and playing games with the boys.” 

“Baby, I’m always thinking about you, but especially when we’re not together.” Joshua ducks down, his nose brushing yours. 

“And what about me were you thinking about exactly?” You whisper, holding your breath as you await his next words.

“Well, I was thinking all about how sweet your cunt is and how I couldn’t wait to come home and devour you.”

Somehow you hadn’t registered that Joshua walked you back until the counter pressed into your lower back, trapping you between it and Joshua’s firm body.

“Hmm…then I guess lunch is served whenever you’re ready to eat,” Tilting your head up, your lips brush against Joshua’s. You shift your leg forward, knee brushing against the crotch of his sweatpants. A grunt slips out of him when you make contact with his half-hard cock and he surges forward, lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. 

Joshua’s soft lips move against yours, his hands cupping your face to keep you close. Your hands trail up Joshua’s thick arms, tracing every ridge and dip of muscle. You’ve never been shy about how much you enjoy the new gym rat era he and a few of his friends have entered, making sure to be very obvious about the way you appreciate the new muscle he’s worked on gaining. He also doesn’t hide just how much he loves how the bulkier version of him turns you on, your boyfriend flexing for you so the muscles tense and loosen a few times under your fingertips.

Those same strong arms move to hold your waist, holding onto you as he swallows every pant and tiny whine that you let out. Joshua’s tongue wraps around yours and sucks, the kiss descending into lewd territory as Joshua grinds against your thigh still wedged between his legs.

The kiss feels like it goes on forever, which is in no way a complaint. Joshua’s hands wander all over your body, hands skating down to grab at your bare thighs and up to your ass, grabbing a handful to bring your hips impossibly closer. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are, feeling your cotton panties clinging to you with each shuffle of the fabric. 

Joshua seems to read your mind as he finally moves a hand under your apron and into the waistband of your shorts and panties, his finger grazing your pussy making you jolt and buck into his hand.

“Would you look at that? You’re fucking drenched just from my kisses?” To illustrate his point, he pulls his fingers from your shorts, holding the wet digits up to showcase your juices to you both.

“Fuck, yeah, I need you so badly. I missed you so much.”

Joshua hums, popping his fingers into his mouth, eyes closing as he sucks them clean, savoring your flavor. The scene is enough to have you rubbing your thighs together, easily recalling just how good his tongue feels when it’s on you.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby. And speaking of, I’m starving, so I think I’m ready to eat now.”

Joshua plants his hands on your hips and turns you around so his front is pressed against your back, walking with you out of the kitchen and around to the island, leaving kisses on the back of your neck as you go. When you reach the side of the island that you usually sit to eat at, Joshua’s nimble fingers untie your apron and lift it over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your shorts and panties come next as he slides the fabric down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.

Your boyfriend makes a sound of appreciation at the sight of your bare ass, big hands squeezing your cheeks before landing a firm smack on one of them. He helps you up onto the island, sitting you near the edge. Joshua pulls up a stool in front of you, spreading your legs wide, and letting out a low whistle.

“Look at all of this, so messy and sloppy all for me.” Joshua leans forward and places kisses on the inside of your thighs, inhaling your scent as he does, small moans rumbling in his throat.

A few whimpers slip out of you with each kiss over your hot skin, Joshua’s breath hitting your core only serving to make you wetter. Joshua loves eating you out, always talking about how good you taste and how much he loves the way you smell when you’re dripping for him.

He doesn’t leave you waiting for long this time (another thing Joshua loves is to tease you, but he seems to want you bad enough to spare you this time) as his tongue finally licks at your clit, the muscle flattening and adding much-needed pressure. 

A squeal of Joshua’s name tumbles out of you as he licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit - once, twice, three times, each go making you twitch underneath him. Your legs almost snap shut, but his firm grip keeps them open.

“Nuh-uh, keep your legs open, baby girl. I haven’t even started eating my meal.”

Your eyes stay trained on him as his hands grab the back of your thighs, pushing them toward you. You lie on your back in a more comfortable position, hands trembling as they hold onto the front of your shirt in anticipation.

“I’ll never get tired of eating you out, you know that? Never get tired of how fucking sweet you taste on my tongue.” To further his point, Joshua’s thick tongue slips into your pussy, lapping at your gummy walls, letting his nose brush against your clit.

“F-fuck!” Your hands dart down, fingers threading through his brunette strands, tugging at the root as he tongue fucks you on the kitchen island. 

Every grunt and groan that Joshua lets out is deep, deep enough that the vibrations can be felt throughout your whole body. You can’t help but thrash underneath him, loud obscene slurping sounds fill the room as he works. Joshua’s hands keep your thighs pinned down, preventing you from nearly falling off the counter while his face presses closer to your cunt. 

He eats you out like a man starved, a week without your pussy proving to be much too long away for him. The tip of his tongue is still buried inside of you, flicking at your walls at an almost impossible speed. 

Fire begins to quickly pool in the pit of your stomach, nails digging into Joshua’s scalp which only spurs him on more.

“Shua, b-baby so good!”

“Mmph?” You can’t quite hear what he says but it sounds like it has a questioning tilt at the end.

“‘M gonna cum!”

That must’ve been what he was getting at because he picks up the pace and moves his hold on you to the sides of your thighs and makes you wrap your legs around his head. Joshua uses this new angle to force you to rock your hips against his face, leaning into you so far that when you glance down, all you see is the top of his hair which you’re still holding onto for dear life. 

Rolling your hips you go with his movement, desperately riding his face. Joshua lets you, his tongue drilling into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

When you do cum, you stiffen almost painfully as heat spreads through your body, your thighs squeezing around him like a vice, holding him in place. Your boyfriend happily continues lapping at your sensitive core, murmurs of praise accompanying his coos of delight.

“So fucking tasty,” Joshua sighs as he pulls back, finally taking in air through his mouth. He glances at you, watching your chest heave as you catch your breath. Without a second thought, with your hole still clenching around nothing, Joshua shoves one of his thick fingers into you, drawing a gasp out of you. 

“Shua!?”

He has the audacity to blink up at you, faux innocence on his face along with your juices still shining on the bottom half of his face.

“What? I want seconds.” He shrugs, adding a second finger which has you cursing, senses on overdrive. Joshua’s plush lips are back on your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, ignoring the way your nails dig into his hair again, tugging on his soft locks. 

“Ngh, Josh-Joshua! Please!”

“Please what, baby?” He mumbles, lips still suckling on your clit, your legs quivering as they rest on his shoulders. His fingers have no trouble finding that soft squishy spot inside of you that has your eyes crossing, the squelching sound of your wetness ringing in your ears.

“I’m - I just…” You trail off when your boyfriend curls his fingers, the overstimulation derailing your train of thought as you feel another orgasm hurdling toward you. Joshua smirks up at you, loving the way he can literally watch as your brain short-circuits for him - because of him.

His lips go back to your clit, suctioning around the bud. His fingers delve into you faster, your velvety walls hugging his digits, coating them in more of your sticky arousal. Sweat beads at your hairline and tears prick your eyes as Joshua throws you into another orgasm, electricity coursing through your veins and a choked, desperate cry of Joshua’s name tumbling from your lips. 

“Yeah, just like that, good girl.” He purrs against your overworked pussy, slowly dragging his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, only for the sound to be replaced by a loud wail, Joshua’s slick fingers rubbing rough, frantic circles against your clit. 

“Shit! Fuck, Shua I’m - fuuuck!”

“Come on baby girl, one more. Make a mess all over the fucking counter.” The pads of his fingers drag against your clit, body arching as you flail your hands, scrambling across the marble of the counter looking for something to ground you.

The sensation borders on painful, the sensitivity too much to handle as the pleasure builds and your muscles spasm. When you cum this time, it knocks the wind out of you, your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Joshua leans down, eyes watching with glee as you squirt all over his hand and arm, getting your mixture of arousal on his shirt. He even cranes his head down, mouth open to drink up the remaining spurts of your release.

He rubs lazy circles over your puffy clit, letting you ride out the rest of your orgasm until your hoarse voice begs him to stop and he does, but not before wiping up as much of your wetness as he can on his fingers and popping them into his mouth once again.

“Fucking hell, Shua!” You huff out when you’ve finally sucked enough air back into your lungs.

“What? I told you I was starving.” His cocky grin earns him a half-hearted kick to his shoulder using the minuscule amount of energy you have remaining. He catches your leg, placing a soft kiss on your ankle before he straightens up and sits back to admire your ruined state.

“Are you going to help me up or leave me here for the rest of the day?” 

“I should eat all of my meals in the kitchen, but I suppose I can help you down.” Joshua laughs at your half-hearted threat to kick him again and offers his hands to you. He helps you sit upright and slowly slides you off of the island. 

When you’re back on shaky feet, you move to pick your bottoms up, but he stops you by pulling you against him.

“Wh-”

“Oh, you don’t need those. I’m gonna order some lunch for us, but I need dessert before it gets here.” He presses his hips forward, his rock-hard dick pressing against your ass. Joshua once again envelops you in his warm embrace, lips skirting against the shell of your ear. “That okay with you, baby?”

Between the orgasms he pushed out of you only minutes ago and the dip in his voice, wetness collects between your legs again, pussy clenching at the thought of Joshua fucking you for real.

“That’s more than okay with me,” you rasp, clearing your throat. “I’m feeling pretty empty myself and am dying to be stuffed.”

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[marimisses]

trussed

⋆ ࣪. kotaro bokuto x reader

-16 and ageless blogs dni

contents Ⳋ bondage, dirty talk, breeding, size difference, established relationship, bokuto’s vocal asf

a/n: im sorry it took a while for me to start writing again, i’ve been rly sick but i wanted to get something done for yall :3

word count: 1.5k

yours and bokuto’s sex life was nothing short of boring. you two basically fucked like rabbits; when you started, you kept going until you couldn’t.

bokuto is a big guy; both of you are aware of that. his height, his muscles, even his dick prove that. you’d always wake up sore but he’d make up for it with his aftercare. no matter how you may complain, you love the way he manhandles you. you’ve been doing some thinking, and you want to try something new.

bokuto fiddled with his keys outside your shared apartment, finally home after a couple hours of practice. you perked up from your seat on the couch, deciding to meet him halfway. you stumbled over to the door to open it before he could, swinging it open and looking up at him with a smile on your face. his gaze immediately softened upon the sight of you.

you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing him, making him laugh. “somebody missed me, huh?” he teased, and you nodded swiftly into the crook of his neck. he sighed, basking in your scent as his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. you pressed your chest against his, peppering kisses along his neck.

he tilted his head to give you more access, a shiver running down his spine. “you’re wastin’ no time, huh?” he said, squeezing your hips. you shook your head, lifting up to meet his half-lidded gaze. “needed you all day,” you pouted, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “yeah?” he piqued, making you hum. “wanna try something new.” you mumbled, your hands running along his torso.

his eyes lit up, his hands gliding down your sides to grip at your ass. “oh really? what might that be?” he asked, and you simply shook your head, grabbing his wrist and leading him to your shared bedroom. he laughed. “damn, you really are needy, huh?” he asked, a rhetorical question making your eyes roll.

as you entered the room, you dropped his wrist and stumbled to the nightstand, pulling out the drawer and dug out a soft rope; one he hadn’t seen before. his heart leaped in his chest. he had an idea of where this was going, making his shorts tight. he placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to speak.

you turned to face him with it in your hands, your expression obviously flushed. it was a bit embarrassing to say; not that he would judge you, you knew he wouldn’t; but the fact you had to say it out loud makes you a bit awkward. you mumbled something under your breath, and he tilted his head.

“hm? you’re gonna needa speak up, pretty,” he said, his voice a little huskier than before. you stared up at him through your lashes. “want you to tie me up.” he stared at you for a moment, a chuckle escaping from him, rumbling deep within his chest. he took the rope gently from out of your hands, and pushed you down against the mattress. “really? what made you think of this?” he said, his lips finding your skin, his hands holding your hips as he nipped your collarbone. you sighed.

“..like when you manhandle me, kou,” you flushed, a whimper leaving your mouth as his teeth grazed against your sensitive skin. “fuck,” he groaned, “you like when i toss you around? hm?” he hummed against your skin, his golden eyes staring at you. you nod, a grin gracing his features. “good girl,” he purred, making you shiver.

he took the rope in his hands and examined it, looking between it and you. you were sprawled out on the mattress beneath him, his knees placed on both sides of your legs, encasing you between them. “you’ll look so pretty tied up for me, yeah?” he professed, and you meekly nod. he brings his hands to the hem of your shirt, helping you lift it up over your shoulders and tossing it to the side.

he stared down at your bare chest, licking his lips. “can’t ever get over these perfect tits,” he spoke, cupping the fat in his hands. he pressed a kiss against your sternum, his hands finding their way to the hem of your panties. “let’s get these off, hm?” he asked, and you nod, lifting your hips off the bed to help him hike it down your thighs. he groaned. “so fucking wet, and i didn’t even touch you yet, baby,” he cooed, bringing two fingers to glide between your folds. you shudder, a moan leaving your lips. “please,” you mutter, “i just need you to fuck me.”

he chuckled. “you don’t gotta tell me twice, he said, taking the rope and untying of from eachother. he looked down at you, a more serious look toning his face. “if you wanna stop, or if you want me to untie you, you know the word, okay?” he said, and you nod. “i know,” you agreed, and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “need you to help me out here, okay? lift your hands above your head.” he said, his voice soft as you complied, lifting your hands to rest above your head.

he took the rope and wrapped it snug around your wrists, tying it just tight enough for you to not slip out of it. “not too tight? all good?” he asked, wanting affirmation that you’re fully on board with this. “kou,” you sigh, a needy sound escaping your throat, “‘s good, please,” you practically beg, making him laugh. “patience, baby,” he tutted, tying the rope around the post of the headboard. once finished, he looked down at his masterpiece, a heavy breath leaving him.

“wish you could see what i see,” he groaned, “look so fuckin’ pretty all at my will like this,” he cleared his throat, his hands pulling at his waist band, swiftly pulling down his shorts and boxers in one go. he was painfully hard, his erection springing free and against his stomach. “see what you do to me?” he said, pumping his length as he spit down on your cunt. you jumped a bit, your legs spreading open as you panted. “kou,” you whined, your impatience growing more evident, and he nodded.

he aligned his tip with your entrance, bottoming out in one go. you gasp, your eyes shooting wide open as you moaned, making him moan as well. his hands rested on your waist as he leaned down to kiss you, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion. “no matter how much i fuck you, still so tight for me,” he muttered against your lips, making you whimper. he pulled his hips out and slammed them back into you, making you moan loudly.

you always had your hands on him while you two fucked, so the feeling of being at his mercy has you clenching down around him. “oh, you like this, huh?” he teased, starting to drill into you at a steady pace, and you nod. “y-yes, fuck, ‘s so good—!” you whine, your lips puffy as you stare up at him. he nods encouragingly, his thumb coming down to rub circles into your swollen clit. you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“kou, ‘m not gonna last,” you whine, your voice raspy from the amount of moaning you’ve been doing. he laughs. “damn, ‘s that good, huh,” he grinned, his hips picking up in speed, “that’s okay, pretty girl, me either. seeing you like this— fuck, can make me cum on the fuckin’ spot,” he moaned, emphasizing his words with a thrust inbetween each one, and you threw your head back. “oh my god, kou, please— cum inside, want you inside,” you babbled, and he nods, humming “mmhm, mhm,” at your words.

“yeah? want me to fill you up?” he groaned, his hips slamming into you at this point. “yes— fuck! please,” you beg, feeling your orgasm approach. “don’t worry baby, i will. you’re gonna fuckin’ cum with me, understand?” he slapped your clit, making you jolt. “y-yess, fuck, im gonna cum, im cumming—!” you moan, your jaw falling slack as your orgasm washed over you. your ears rang and you saw stars.

the way your walls fluttered around him has his thrusts uncoordinated, “fuckkk, that’s a good girl,” he drawled out, his hips stilling inside you once he helped you work through it, his load spilling into you. he held you against his pelvis, making sure you didn’t waste a drop. you both panted for a minute, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “you okay?” he muttered, his tone gentle, and you nod tiredly.

he reached up to untie your wrists, tossing the rope to the side and kissing your skin in place. “did so good for me,” he praised, making your heart flutter. “maybe we’ll have to do that more often, seeing how much you liked that,” he teased, rubbing circles into your sore skin. you giggle, reaching up to pull him on top of you, him resting dead weight. “i love you,” you sigh, your head resting against his.

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chest. “i love you too.”

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[dearminaa]

Birthday Sex. ── Bada Lee x f!reader

୨୧ - It's Bada's birthday and she loves all the presents she had received from you and the rest of team bebe, but she wanted something else other than those presents.

── a/n : This is my first smut fic, so don't even think about asking why this is so shitty. 🤬🤬 I made this while thinking of Alex, so !!!! ^o^ reply to be on taglist. Enjoy !!

── warnings : scissoring, dom Bada, sub reader, basic smut warning criteria. Minors + ageless blogs DNI !!!!

── ♡ : @bbybada

It was Bada's 28th birthday. You and the rest of team bebe decided to celebrate at her house. Kyma had ushered everyone into the living room so they could all watch Bada open her presents and see how she would react.

"Open this one first!!" Kyma said excitedly, placing the first gift down in Bada's lap.

Bada chuckled, opening the gift before looking back at Kyma. "You know, you don't have to spend a lot of money just because it's my birthday, right?" Bada raised an eyebrow, staring at the golden pandora bracelet that Kyma had given her.

"Well, no duh. I still bought it for you either way so be thankful!" Kyma nudged Bada's shoulder gently. "Now open this one! It's from Y/N!" Kyma handed Bada the gift you had bought her.

Bada smiled, pulling out the necklace that had her first initial on it. She immediately wrapped her arms around you tightly. "Thank you, Y/N. You really didn't have to." Bada whispered into your ear.

"It's your birthday, so I had to get you something special." You replied as you wrapped your arms around Bada's neck.

After Bada had opened all her presents, the girls said their goodbyes to you and Bada before leaving.

You stayed behind to help Bada clean up the mess that was created from opening all the presents.

"You didn't have to stay, you know? I can clean by myself." Bada was vacuuming the living room carpet, her voice drowning slightly due to the sound.

"I still wanted to help you either way, dumbass." You replied, walking up behind her. You hugged her tightly, in which Bada immediately turned her body to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"Wanna go to your room?" You whisper in her ear, hand slowly traveling up to her shoulder.

Bada nodded before dragging you over to her bedroom. You giggled, just complying with anything she was doing at this point.

She plopped down on the bed, pulling you on top of her in the process. "You know, since it's my birthday...I should get something a little more special...if you catch my drift." She looked at you.

You knew exactly what she meant. It's not that you didn't want to give yourself up to her. It's the fact that you had never wanted to give yourself up until you met Bada. The girl that every man and woman wanted for themselves. You were extremely lucky to have the Bada Lee suggest having sex with you.

"I mean...it is your birthday. I'd be lying to myself if I declined the offer, Bada." You replied, your voice just barely above a whisper.

Bada's hand slid down your back as she bit her lip. "You sure? We don't have to if you don't want to, Y/N." She wanted to make sure you were 100% comfortable with this before she put her thoughts to work.

"Yes, I'm su-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Bada had smashed her lips onto yours. Her hands eagerly roamed across your body as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, returning the favor of her kiss. Bada's hand traveled up to your shirt. She tugged on it lightly, signaling that she wanted it off.

You complied, immediately pulling your shirt off and throwing it somewhere across the room.

"You look so fucking beautiful..." Bada mumbled. She kissed your neck gently, sucking on it occasionally to leave a hickey.

"Mmm...just hurry up already.." You whispered, pressing yourself against Bada's thigh.

She groaned quietly, immediately reaching to pull your skirt off. You helped her of course.

Bada pulled her jeans off, throwing them onto the floor before moving to lay you down on your back. "Can I?" She tugged at the waistband of your panties.

You nod, helping Bada pull your panties off. She kissed down your thigh, opting to leave a hickey on your inner thigh.

She pulled off her boxers, throwing to God knows where at this point. She grabbed your thigh carefully, pulling it over her shoulder.

"Have you ever done this before?" She asked, her voice full of concern that she would hurt you if it was your first time.

"Yeah.." You looked away. "It should feel good, but if it doesn't, just tap my arm." She threw her leg over yours, slowly lowering herself onto your cunt.

Bada moved slowly at first, listening to make sure you were okay.

You couldn't help but let out a string of moans containing her name. The minute she heard that, she sped her movement up, moaning in sync with you.

"You're doing so good... just relax for me, yeah?" Bada held onto your hand and rubbed it soothingly to ease any stress you had in the moment.

Bada leaned down to kiss you, her tongue dancing with yours.

"Bada, I'm so close..." You whined, back arching while holding Bada's hand tightly.

"Let yourself go. Cum with me, baby. It's okay." Bada kissed your cheek, moving faster than before. She moaned loudly before stopping for second. "Shit..." She buried her face into your neck.

"Cum with me." Bada mumbled, moving again but faster than the last time. You cried out, your orgasm hitting both you and Bada extremely hard.

Bada groaned, moving faster to catch up to her orgasm. It only took a few seconds for you to feel her cum all over your cunt. She moved your leg off her shoulder and plopped down next to you.

"Birthday sex isn't as bad as I thought it would be you know..." She chuckled, pulling you into her chest.

"It was amazing, actually." You kissed Bada's chest gently.

Bada looked down, smirking at the mess that was between your legs. "Someone made a huge mess, hm?" She teased before rubbing your head.

"Oh, shut up." You push her playfully. "Happy birthday, Bada."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Wouldn't have enjoyed it without you and the others, of course." She wrapped her arm around you, rubbing your back slowly.

You both ended up falling asleep after that, just enjoying each other's company. Safe to say that Bada most definitely asked you out after that day. Now you're her gorgeous, beautiful, caring, all of the above girlfriend. <33

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[bokunosoul]

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Yuno (Black Clover) x Reader

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 requests are OPEN

MINOR DNI, for requests i don't accept reqs for ageless blogs, anonymous blogs or minors

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : f-ngering, m-sterbation, d-rty talk, b-ow job, cursing, hate sex, v-yeurism, s-xual assault on reader by an opponent, reader and yuno has some experience, aged up, public intercourse, d-flowering, rushed work etc.

Being part of the golden dawn and being part of nobility, you seemed like you have the best life ever.  That means you have to make the best reputation out of yourself.

But you can't.

You endes up being compared by your family to yuno, your colleague. You hate to admit it but he's really good at doing those missions all by himself, no wonder he became a vice captain in such a young age.

He's also kinda.... goodlooking.

Now here you are trying to be composed infront of you captain along side with yuno receiving orders.

"Y/N, Yuno, you will be going to explore an dungeon and report back immidiately once you've completed this mission. You will be leaving early tomorrow. Get along well and make sure to rest."

The captain said and you both saluted to him. Once you got out of the door you glared at him and turned your back.

"What a snob!!!" bell, his sylph said and stick out her tongue behind your back.

"Stop it bell." Yuno said

You looked at him one last time, hw just stared plainly with those attractive eyes. Blushing in fury you just marched away and layed frustrated in your room. Why the fuck does he stare at me with those eyes? You can't help but to blush replaying what happened earlier.

The very next day you both set off to your mission. You both just rided your own brooms and it was very pleasing to watch the sun rise whilst you ride in the air.

You both arrived at the dungeons amd split off. Came across a bunch of opponents. But as always they were no match for you. You sighed as you thought things were over and you were about to call it a day.

You were suddenly taken aback by a man and you can't escape from his arms. You started attacking him one by one with your magic but still he doesn't budge.

A fucking diamond mage. This is bad.

"Get of me you pervert!" you shouted at the guy and he just gave off an disgusting smirk.

Disgusting!

"What's a pretty girl doing here alone in the dungeons? hmmm? "

"None. Of. Your. Fucking. Bussiness. "

i cursed and proceeded to struggle to get off him.

"You must want to know my name sweetie, the names Ragus. "

You started to tear up as he started to linger his hands to your thighs along to the part where your mother told you to save for your marriage.

"N-no, p-please. "

Everything came in so fast. The guys suddenly was thrown across the place, none other than yuno. He looked so enraged and shocked, even though your eyes were blurry from the tears you still saw it.

"I didn't asked for help. "

He came closer to you, taking off his robe and wrapping it around your waist. Your'e faced started turning red as he carried you in his arms bridal style.

" Put me down. "

" No. "

" I hate you. "

This man so frickin persistent, it was annoying. You just kinda stared at him for a while and gave in.

___

Now it's night fall at the moon shines brightly, and it was not safe to travel as some beasts and bandits rome this area. Yuno decided to cook a meal and you decides to go take a stroll to clear your mind.

Replaying on what happened earlier, you felt disgusted. That mans perverted touch, gaze still lingers on my skin.

Thankfully,  you can hear there's a waterfall up ahead so you can go take a bath.

You were mesmerized by the scenery infront of you. A thousand stars can be seen, and the moon is so full up above.

' No one can should be looking right? '

You carefully slipped out your clothes and hopped onto the water. Leaving you naked in all of your glory. You dove upon the cold water and like any normal person would do in the bath.

Sighing you sat in a nearby boulder and dried off your body. You were frustrated, you embarassed yourself earlier infront of him.

The way he looked earlier.....

You started to feel hot as you imagined his look earlier. You can't think straight anymore whilst your breathe hitches and body heats up.

I moaned as i inserted one of my fingers inside my needy cunt, while your other hand massages your breasts.

"Ah~fuck~"

You imagine yourself getting fucked by him. His cock so deep in your needy hole as you moan in pleasure. You hate him, hate that he makes you feel this way.

All that pent up feeling all you do was just to do it solo by yourself. Your parents conservativeness, heavy burden, past relationships and stress makes you feel dry.

"Hah~ yuno~ oh fuck yes!"

"Oh~shit!"

"Yes! ~yes!~yes! "

Now here you are desperately pumping your fingers back in fourth in your slit making vulgar noises, thinking of the hot mage. Causing you to come all over the place.

'Fuck i made a mess.'

You suddenly heard a rustling noise in the bushed. You hurriedly covered yourself with your clothes.

"WHO'S THAT!?"

I heaved an sigh of relief as the figure appears to be an deer. You decided to just get cleaned and dressed and head back to him.

_

"I'm back."

You said and sat in the ground infront of the bonfire. You can't see his face but it looks like that he is eating.

It's been 30 minutes and he still hasn't talked nor faced me. He just sat down facing the other way round.

Weird. He normally would discuss about what will we report about to captain....

"Yuno?"

You asked as you walked towards him. His face seemed red and he looks so flustered.

' does he have a fever? '

You nervously put your palms on his forehead to confirm. Your eyes widened as he suddenly pinned you to a wall.

'W-what the fuck?'

He stared at you like a hungry wolf who targeted it's prey. Meanwhile you just stood there shock.

"You have much courage doing that in public, Y/N."

Yuno whispered onto your ear, making you instantly blush in embarassment. He saw that. HE FUCKING DID!??!

You looked away and shut your eyes tight. His hot breathe just hitched right at your neck.

" such a slut, moaning my nme like that. "

" HAH, you must be imagining things you perverted freak! "

You lied, facing him red. He smirked.

"I saw that, clearly Y/N, clearly. " yuno said firmly wrapping his arms on my waist.

" S-so? it's not like i like you or something. D-dumbass. " i stuttered and pushed him away, lightly.

" spit it out. "

"What? "

"I know you like me. "

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"N-no? "

He frowned and stopped, he started to walk away. You can't help but to feel frustrated.

"That's why i hate you. "

He stopped walking and slammed you hard against the tree.

"Really? you hate me that much huh? I will prove it to you that i am better than that." he replied smugly

"Then you have my consent, bastard. "

You smirked as your faces become closer and our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together and our tongues battle in dominance.

It's the first time she ever felt like this.

He suddenly stopped.

"Before we do anything, do i have your consent? "

"Yes, just fucking take me. "

His hands pressed under her shirt, quick to shove aside my bra. My voluptous breasts spilled out and his impatient lips hungrily sucked it off.

"Oh~ah shit!" you can't help but to moan in his touch.

He paused and threw your robe and bra on the ground. He goes down and down and down towards you legs as he carefully caresses, his hot breath along my thighs.

You gulped as you watch him lift your skirt revealing your thong. You feel embarassed as he stared at it for a few moments and take off your skirt along with thongs. Leaving you naked only for his eyes.

" so beautiful. " he whispered.

That was the last straw.

You straddled him, caughting him off guard as you lean in for a kiss.

"Where's all that courage coming from? "

"Shut up. "

My hands fumbled upon his trousers and onto his underwear revealing his erection. You blushed, since it was your first time seeing a man's part like that. You only see it in books......

His breatgour hand slowly travels on his cock. Pumping it back and fourth. Yuno looked so pretty like that, needy and desperate.

"Hah, just like that. "

He purred.

Slowly you started making kitten licks on his cock. Swirling your tongue along his tip, it then became much more intense. Gathering up the courage you slowly started going down on him, sucking his cock. You were gagging- but you couldn't care less.

"Hah~Ah shit y/n...." He let out an pleased hum whilst making eye contact with you, running his slender fingers through your hair.

You let out an shriek as he suddenly

forces your head down, causing you to choke on his cock. Bucking his hips into your mouth you can only tear up in the sensation you are feeling whilst he talks dirty to you.

"You fucking slut, the way you stare at me makes me go crazy everytime, now look at you choking at my cock. "

He said in his cool usual tone and slammed my body to the ground. Sorry mother, but i can't resist this man.

"I-it hurts yuno, hah~. "

You whimpered as his length was buried deep inside you. It was painful at first but it suddenly was replaced with pleasure as he slowly thrusted inside of your tight hole.

"I-is this your first time?"

Yuno sounded concerned and you looked at him and nodded shyly.

"Shit, i should've been more careful, are you okay? "

What's with this man...

"Yeah, it looks like you have just taken my virginity, vice captain. "

You said locking your arms on his neck and staring deeply on his amber eyes.

"Then fuck me hard, yuno." you whispered and he did.

Well that rest was history that night you and him just enjoyed the starry night and eachothers warmth on the moonlit night.

💌 : This is the celebration of my man turning 18. This was frickin rushed and amateurish since im new to this writing style👹

#black clover smut #black clover #anime smut #anime x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #yuno black clover #yuno grinberryall #yuno x reader #smut

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hi!!! first of all i just wanted to say i’ve been following you for a while and i just love your writing!!! could you do a scenario where kento and reader have a child together 😭 hope you have a great day 🫶

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "rainy days" tags: fluff; children; only suggestive in the end; domestic moments {20+ /minors/ageless/blank blogs dni}

n: I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! > wc: 650

nanami opens his eyes, fighting the heaviness of deep sleep and trying to clear the bleary haze obstructing his view. a soft rumble in the distance reverberates around the room, followed by a quartet of heavy rain pattering heavily against the window. a flash of white illuminates his surroundings, and with one final blink the man sees the peaceful image before him.

you're fast asleep, worn down from the excitement of the day where you spent the entire morning having a long painting session with your daughter. there's a streak of blue marking your cheeks, matching the colorful handprints all over nanami's old, worn grey t-shirt that you are wearing. resting between you both is his three year old daughter, her body curled towards your chest with the rhythm of her soft breaths matching yours.

the man can't help but smile at the sight, a bloom of love sprouting from deep inside his heart and stretching towards his ribs.

his daughter rolls over, eyes half open as she gazes up at him in complete confusion. nanami chuckles quietly to himself, and brings his hand down to smooth aside the strands of her soft hair to lull her back to sleep.

she mumbles a quiet "papa" and he hums with reassurance to let her know that he's there. her small hands find his shirt, and she squeezes her fingers around the fabric as she closes her eyes once more.

nanami arches down to kiss the top of her without realizing that the small shifts have roused you from your own slumber.

"what time is it?" you murmur, as you inch your body closer towards your daughter, like you're seeking out the core of warmth radiating between you both.

nanami glances outside to the dark, bleak grey and casually shrugs his shoulder as he places his large palm against his daughter's back.

"no idea," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with exhaustion.

"I was supposed to take a shower after I finished cleaning her up," you grumble in disbelief as you lift onto your elbow to rest your cheek against the palm of your hand.

nanami smiles before mirroring your position so he can face you properly, "I didn't have the heart to wake you," he admits shyly.

you fingers reach for his golden strands, and you gently brush them behind his ear before tracing along the shell. "did you manage to find everything at the supermarket?"

his hand lifts away from his baby girl to reach for you wrist, and he kisses the inside of your palm.

"everything except the honey crackers"

you pout with disappointment because those crackers are your daughter's favorite snack, but the brush of nanami's thumb on the back of your hand captures your attention once again.

"if it wasn't for the rain, I would run around the whole city looking for them..."

you stare into his eyes with admiration, knowing full well that your husband was speaking the truth.

"you don't need to prove to me that you would do anything for this girl, Kento..." you tease with a cheeky grin.

"correction," he remarks with an arched brow, as he places a second kiss against the pulse inside your wrist, "I would do anything for both my girls."

your heart flutters, sprouts wings and nearly flies right out of your chest.. with careful consideration of the tiny bundle of love between you, you slip away from his grasp to push back his hair as you arch forward and place a sweet kiss on nanami's forehead.

"I'm going to hop in the shower," you murmur against his skin with a slight veil of flirtation.

"want some company?"

you hum with amusement, "company sounds nice..."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he replies, the glint in his eye so sinful that it strikes the most sensitive parts of you, "let me just tuck our girl in properly..."

-

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[bllk-after-dark]

ARCHANGEL.

an angel of greater than ordinary rank.

pairing. michael kaiser x fem!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, heavy christian mythology/theology, sex on sacred ground (church), kaiser is the archangel michael, reader is an altar server, sex on altar, loss of virginity, fingering, missionary & doggy style, not proofread/edited

summary. you've been serving in the st. michael church for many years, a simple duty in your life and yet you pray to him, the patron of the church you serve. and one day, heavenly flesh made mortal, he stands in front of you and asks for a serving.

word count. 3.9k

fallen angel. masterlist

Altar serving was something you do every sunday. Not because you loved it, that has passed a long time ago, when you were still a kid in awe, but because it was a duty and at this point, part of your routine. It was part of your life, born into a christian family that went to church every sunday. Your father has been an altar server too, long before they allowed girls to serve, and now your younger siblings were too. It was tradition, and tradition was not meant to be broken. 

You were one of the eldest in the group, guiding the younger ones through their service, whispering their tasks during the mass. Having almost ten years of altar serving under your belt, you were not only allowed to help prepare and teach the new generation, but also assist the acolyte every sunday.

And while you may not love altar serving, it still brought you peace being here, in the church that has been named after the Archangel Michael. Saint Michael Church, a relatively big one for the small number of people in your commune. An old one too, with the ceilings filled with paintings with angels, but especially Archangel Michael. In fact, this church was the only one with paintings of angels who had other wing colors than white in your country.

This attracted some tourists, but the church was never overrun. It was a shame, then you often let your gaze wander during your servings, with your back straight and hands on your lap, taking in the Archangel Michael with his flaming sword, long blonde hair that takes the color of the sky at the tips and the feathers of his wings ruffled, blood and dirt sprinkled across them, but it could never hide the true beauty of his wings. Even the statues had wings that span at least two meters, and their tips, just like his hair, dipped in blue. Here and there was a golden feather found, as if someone had dripped molten gold on the wings. 

Yes, the art in the church you served was unusual but truly beautiful. You may not believe in the Holy Father, not like your parents did, but you did find peace here. Maybe it was the sheer presence the angel radiated in his own church, maybe it was because you had so many memories here, practically grown up with him gazing down at you, but you liked it here. 

You may no longer love the altar serving like you did as a child, but you still loved to stand here on holy ground, where only the priest and other servers were allowed, so near to the altar, so near to him. It made you feel special, maybe just for an hour, where you stood in a white robe, bringing bread and wine before the Archangel Michael. One of the statues was on the altar, taking more than half of the sacred table, leaving just enough space for the bible and the communion to be placed. It was a true artwork, just like all the other statues and paintings in the church, but the artist paid special attention to this one.

It was unknown why it stood here, when normally only a holy cross would be placed, but the statue has always been here and no one dared to change its place. You didn’t mind, because most sundays you could take in every detail of the artwork, sitting near to the altar. 

And like many sundays in the past and possibly in the future, you’re the one helping cleaning up. Blowing out the candles, collecting the left behind songbooks and of course cleaning up after your fellow altar servers. 

Yet unlike other sundays, you’re alone. The acolyte had to leave early, very apologetic but still asking you to finish everything up. You couldn’t deny her request, fully knowing how stressful her private life was with her family. And so you start doing all the task, a bit slower than usual now that you’re alone. 

Cleaning up and tidying the altar is the last thing on your list and then you could finally go home. You watch your steps, carrying the bucket with wine first, then followed by all the other things you had to lock in the safe, since they’re made out of gold. In the end, you would put a big white clothing over the statue, preventing the light and dust from damaging the artwork. But you aren’t that far yet, still carrying bowls until the communion cup is left. 

A gasp left your lips and the cup fell out of your hands, the sound of its impact on the marble floor ringing in your ears. Wings ruffled, feathers shifted and suddenly he looked at you. The statue made flesh. Archangel Michael. 

He was kneeling on the altar, a white robe clinging on his frame, no sword or armor in sight, while his wings started to unfold themselves. So pretty, you could only think. The occasional golden feather almost glowing in the candle light, silver ones shimmering, white feathers almost blinding you but it was the blue ones that held your focus. 

A chuckle ripped you out of the trance you were, enchanted by the beauty of the wings- real wings. He was grinning at you, eyes lit up in delight and a grin spreading on his lips. 

“Little mortal, I see you’re serving on Holy Grounds named after mine,” he says, voice oh so angelic but also raspy, as if a mere whisper. But he speaks so clearly, his words ringing in your ears and you blink, shake your head, trying to get rid of- what is happening? 

“I- I am… your Holiness,” you try. You don’t know how to address him, no one has ever told you how to address an angel. But he just shakes his head, another chuckle escaping his mouth and slips off the altar. He’s barefoot, you realize and he strides over to you, the end of his wings dragging over the floor. They seem heavy, you realize and as if he heard your thoughts (maybe he did, he is an angel after all, can they read the minds of mortals-) his right wing stretches first and the left one soon follows, and so you end up staring at the pair of wings, looming over you and showing hints of the true might Archangel Michael owns. 

“You have no need for this, my devotee,” and your heart skips a few beats, eyes going wide when he calls you his devotee. Never have you thought of yourself as one, but now he utters those words, how can you deny it? 

“I wish for you to call me Michael, it is my given name after all.” You can only nod and he seems satisfied by that. He stops a few steps in front of you, so near but so far away. Your brain tries to progress the situation, try to understand what your eyes see, but it’s your body that reacts in the end. 

You sink on your knees, hands clasped in front of your chest and you bow your head. 

“I am not worthy,” you murmur, because you aren’t. You do not believe in god, you do not pray to him, all your prayers, if you ever pray, go to him, to the Archangel Michael. “I am not worthy to see you, your- Michael. I am not worthy to be in your presence, I am-” The words stop and you press your eyes shut. A hand on your cheek makes you snap them open again, not being able to stop the gasp that leaves your mouth. 

“Oh, but you are, little devotee of mine. You who are the only one who truly serves me, ever since she was a young girl. You are the most worthy of all.” He kneels in front of you, and still, he towers over your frame, his wings frozen in movement. At this moment, he looks so angelic and sinful at the same time. You shudder at your thoughts, suddenly infesting your mind, spreading and creating pictures in front of your eyes. 

The ruffle of feathers makes you snap out of those filthy thoughts, eyes going wide when he pulls you closer, practically lifting you up. You’re frozen in his arms and can only watch in silence how his wings curl around the both of you. 

“There is also no need for you to kneel,” he rasps right next to your ear and you shudder, suddenly aware of your hands placed on his half-nacked chest. “A follower so loyal… is allowed to stand in my presence.” But before you can answer him, before you can ask him all the questions you have, he sneaks his arm around your waist and pulls you even closer. A sudden gasp escapes your lips once more and you tremble in his arms, when he suddenly lets his hands wander to your neck. 

“A follower so beautiful… little one, will you do me one more service?” He asks this as if you have the choice to refuse him. So you nod, thinking he will ask you to bring bread and wine, or to proclaim your belief in him. 

But then he tilts your chin up and you stare at his beautiful blue eyes, enhanced by his long lashes and eyeliner. Who would’ve thought angels have eyeliner, you think hysterically, yet your thoughts go silent, when he presses his lips against yours. You don’t react, your whole body frozen as the angel continues to kiss you. And then the arm around your waist pulls you even closer, bodies pressed against each other and his wings curling tighter against the two of you. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean onto him, your arms circling around his neck. Your fingers brush over feathers and he moans against your lips, so sweet and sinful. And then- and then you finally return his desperate kiss, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, and you lose yourself. The simple soft kiss turns into something filthy, with your panting and his soft noises and oh what noises he makes. Small gasps, choked moans, all because he’s kissing you. You, nothing more but an altar server, nothing more than a mortal. Leaning closer, you let your lips move against his, inexperienced but it doesn’t matter. Not when he lowly groans or when you pant against his lips, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe it. A man kissing and touching you, for the first time in your life-

“Allow me, devotee of mine. Allow me to see your naked skin, allow me to taste your flesh, allow me to feel your love,” he rasps, close to begging, eyes oh so pleading and you can’t deny him. You would never deny him and if it’s his wish to see, to taste and feel you, then you will strip naked, spread your legs and love him with all your heart and soul. 

“Michael,” you whisper, close to his lips and press yourself closer to him. “Michael, take and use me to your wishes, and my heart will listen. I will love you, with mind, heart and soul, and only you.” His pupils are blown wide when you whisper your oath, binding your whole life and soul to him. You don’t even realize what you’ve done, but he does. He feels it, down to his core, the oath you gave to him, on his sacred ground. It makes his essence soar, his wings flutter and his cock harden. 

A squeak escapes your lips, when he lifts you up, marching over to the altar and lays you down, all while he drapes his body over you, wings unfolded and feathers gleaming in the candle light. His breath fans over your face and your eyes widen, when he slowly crawls on the holy table. 

“Michael, shouldn’t we-,” you try to ask him, mind no longer clouded by his kisses but he just slams his lips on yours again and you forget your protests. Throwing your arms around him, your hands start to wander, hesitant at first to touch his bare skin. He grinds his hips against yours in response and he finally lets you breathe. Only now do you realize that he’s propping himself up on his arms, when he starts touching you with one hand as well. You shiver when he touches you below your shirt, riding up the fabric while he continues to ravish you. Moans leave your lips and you lift your legs to wrap them around his waist, trying to keep him close. 

Canting your hips up, you grind onto him but it’s not enough. A whine escapes your lips, you want him closer, you want to touch all of him, you want him in you. 

“Normally I am someone who is patient, but for you,” Michael starts to speak, voice raspy next to your neck, where he has pressed kisses and bites on your sensitive skin. “I want to take you, here on this holy table, here in my church and I will.” He rips your shirt off first, fabric flying off without resistance and you gulp at his casual show of strength. His eyes fixate on your simple bra, hiding your tits from him. 

Michael looks feral to you, wings shifting every second, pupils blown wide but completely focused on you and your body below him. He doesn’t hesitate and rips off your bra, completely ignoring the fact he could simply open it and latches immediately on your right tit, sucking on your nipples and gently pulling on the other. 

You gasp and moan at the new sensations, skin feverish and hot, while you bury a hand in his blond locks. He bites you and you tug his hair, making him groan while you beg for more. It’s new, it’s different, it’s filthy and dangerous, lying on the altar of the church you serve in, half naked while the Archangel Michael leaves his marks on your skin. 

If anyone could see you right now… you and your whole family would lose face in the community. Even more than that. But you didn’t care, only caring about Michael’s hands and lips on your body, feeling him and his body and- 

He suddenly kneels up, your own legs still between his, over you and shrugs off his white robe, revealing his whole form to you. Your eyes widen and you blush when he takes his cock in his hand without shame, slowly stroking it and watching you with half lidded eyes. His wings are once again spread and they flutter, when you sit up and place your hands on his thighs all while claiming his lips. Curiously, you start kneading his muscles, letting your hands wander until you can finally pull him closer. But he has other plans for you, sneaking his own hands to your waist and lifting you up, only to turn and seat you on his lap. He vanishes your last clothes as well, leaving you naked against him. 

A pant leaves your mouth when he stretches his body over yours again, rutting his hips against yours, his cock against your pussy, making you gasp when he spreads your wetness and even touches your clit. 

“Oh lord,” he groans close to your neck, lips ghosting over your skin once again and you feel so overwhelmed, overwhelmed with his presence, his touch- 

“Michael,” you moan, a desperate sob bubbling out when his cock continues to rub against your pussy and not in you. “Please,” you start to beg. “Please, take me- Michael, have me, I’m ready, please-” and you are. Ready and open for him, your untouched and virgin body ready to have him but he just doesn’t take you. Tears spill in your eyes, frustration filling your mind and your body, but he just slowly continues to caress your body, hands wandering until his fingers dip into your pussy. 

You cling onto him, nails ranking down his body, and you beg. You beg and plead, but he ignores you, humming when his fingers finally enter your pussy and start massaging your warm walls. It’s not really new to you, you’ve touched yourself several times, always in the darkness of your room, but it never brought you to an orgasm. 

Yet Michael’s fingers make your cunt tingle, your thighs shake when his movements become faster and your moans louder. And when his thumb presses on your clit, you shriek, and start rutting against his hand. “More,” you pant, cheeks flushed and your legs spreading even more, so close-

He claims your lips, mouth parting and tongues dancing, while he presses another finger into you. With a gasp you remove your lips from his, eyes closing in ecstasy and head falling back. Another press of his thumb and a bite into your neck has you shrieking again, cumming for the first time in your life, on the fingers of Michael. 

“What a darling you are,” he grumbles lowly, licking your reddened juices from his fingers while you try to blink the stars in your sight away. You whine his name, when he doesn’t touch you again and only stares at you. “You’re such a pretty creature, all for me and for me only.” He leans closer, his mouth almost kissing yours but only brushing against it. 

“To think I was the first to ever touch you like this… oh, little devotee of mine, you’ve pleased me so well and you don’t even know it.” His words make you whimper, or maybe even his teasing lips that don’t kiss you. In the end he does, making you taste yourself and you can’t help but moan. 

“Can you please- please, in me?” you try to ask, suddenly shy in actually voicing your desires. Getting fucked on an altar, what was wrong with you-

Head thrown back again, mouth wide open in a silent scream and he’s suddenly in you. Cock already moving, slowly but surely working into you, more and more. You just cling onto him, gasps leaving your lips and babbled pleas. 

His hips move slowly first, so you could get used to his insane size, but it doesn’t take long until he pistons into you, driving hard and fast, and you can only hold onto him, legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

You can feel yourself getting close again, your voice echoing in the empty church and- his wings fluttering above you. Oh god, his wings. The feathers were ruffled, chaotic and they seemed to spasm, every time you clenched around him. 

“Beloved mine, look at me,” he says to you, but you don’t hear him, so close to your orgasm and eyes fixated on his wings. 

“I said,” he suddenly spat, voice ringing in your ears, “look at me.” The feral look in his eyes, his widened pupils and wings looming over you make you cum again. Your whole body shakes, all while you scream his name. 

Instead of letting you rest, he grabs your right leg and hoists it over his shoulder, picking his pace up and chasing his own orgasm. You beg him to stop, oversensitive to a point where it’s almost hurting, your hands scrambling for anything to hold yourself but he doesn’t listen, doesn’t stop, fucking you stupid. 

Tears start pooling in your eyes and your whimpers and moans turn into sobs. Michael is a monster, for fucking you so hard, fucking you so good, destroying you and your pussy. You don’t know if you want him to stop or not, want him to continue until you cum again or let your poor, aching pussy rest. 

He doesn’t let you rest at all, only leaves your pussy for mere seconds, to turn your body on your stomach and you try to pick yourself up, but your limbs are weak. In the end it’s him who picks you up, hands on your waist, planting you on your knees and hands, only to drive into you again. 

The hard material of the altar already makes your knees ache, but you forget about the pain as Michael fucks into you again. It’s fast and hard, punching the air out of your lungs and leaves you moaning and crying for more. Tears are running down your cheeks, and you have to lower your arms, now leaning on your elbows. You beg for him to finally let you cum, you beg for him to cum, to touch you, to hold you and he gives you all that, if not more. 

Draping himself over you, he whispers praise into your ear and you shudder, when his fingers find your clit again. 

“One more, my devotee. Just one more, for me. Come for me, my beloved.” Hearing his praise, calling you beloved, calling you his and the fact he’s still fucking you, paired with his circling fingers has you cry out and cum with a shudder. 

Your legs shake, your whole body seems to quiver, but he holds you strong and steady, only to follow you. His hips pressing onto yours, he fills you up and you can hear the rustling feathers over you, while swears and praise fall from his swollen lips. 

Thrusting into you with his slowly softening dick, he draws some last whimpers out of you. It’s soft, how he turns you in his arms and keeps you close, his one wing draping over the both of you and hiding you from the world. He presses kisses on your front, cheeks and nose, leaving your lips for the last. Hands wander over your sweaty body and you blush under his half lidded gaze, suddenly ashamed of your nudity. 

“There is no need for that, devotee of mine. You’ve taken me, and this well.” His voice suddenly drops. “You’ve taken me so well and you will take me again. And again and again.” His words make your eyes go wide and suddenly, you realize what exactly happened. 

You just fucked someone on an altar. In a church. You got fucked by an angel, by Archangel Michael himself, on a freaking altar. You got ravished and stolen of your innocence– Michael took your virginity, here in a church and you had sex. 

You can feel his cum dripping out of you, slowly running down and you press your legs together. Why did you suddenly want to make sure no drop of his cum would leave your pussy? Why did you have the sudden desire to- 

But Michael doesn’t seem to realize your dilemma, still peppering kisses on your skin and face, absolutely blissful in the afterglow. 

“I apologize for being so harsh but my desires got the better of me,” he suddenly speaks up again, completely ignoring his previous words. “Yet… will you allow me to take you again?” Seeing your surprised look, he chuckles and gives you a small peck on the lips. 

“Not today, I shall let you rest,” he assures you, as if he just didn’t completely destroy you. But you didn’t care. The promise of another fucking, of another time like that, where he made you scream and cry, makes you shudder. You snuggle closer to him, wiggling your body against his, while the altar uncomfortably presses against your other side. Yet you don’t care, not when you’re being held by the most gorgeous man in the world, an angel and maybe… someone you would learn to love. 

But that is something to worry about in the future. Now you enjoyed his fleeting touches, listening and blushing to his praise, oh his praise, and the warmth of the wing that acted like a blanket.

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anne. woo, i finally posted it. i'm so glad i have this monstrosity finally out and no longer in my drafts... already fearing the next part. dunno why i'm doing this to myself but then i think about angel!kaiser and i no longer question my sanity. enjoy!

#blue lock smut #michael kaiser x female reader #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser smut #bllk michael kaiser #bllk smut #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x reader #fallen angel — the series

[anakincentric]

mdni. minors & ageless blogs will be blocked. warnings: sexual content, established relationship, oral (f receiving), implied smut, dom!anakin, daddy kink, size kink.

“you want me to go in with you?”

warily, you pivot your head to face him and nod. in your trepidation, your plump bottom lip has pouted out. anakin scoffs, but ultimately can’t resist, inclining into your direction to capture that lip with his. he gives it an affectionate suck and nip, acknowledging it and its meaning in his own little way.

“alright, baby, c’mon.” he encourages as he makes his way out of the vehicle. you remain as he rounds it, opening the door up for you so you clutch your package to your chest and exit. “all we’re doing is dropping off a shipment. there should be a dropbox, like i told you, remember?” in an attempt to connect yourself to him, your hand reaches out and fists the back of his top as he closes the door after you.

you still can’t bring yourself to speak, letting him guide you to walk in stride with him to the entrance by his hand at the small of your back. it’s so warm, and huge compared to you. basically the length of your torso. you let your mind idle on that, calming your nerves as you approach the building. you don’t ever go all the way to the post office to deliver your mail, but this package was too big to fit in your box. anakin was kind enough to drive you on your errand, and now you’re out of your comfort zone.

“starshine? you with me?” it’s easy to recognize the signs of how you shut down, go non-verbal because you’re too overwhelmed to think of words to say. but sometimes, you disassociate, and he re-centers you by tilting his head into your view until he catches your eyes. you bite your lip. “oh, baby, this is really getting to you, huh?” sympathy, actual sympathy. it’s rare, and you can hear it in his voice. he can be so comforting when he wants to be. that hand slides to handle your waist, drawing you into his side as you both walk through the door. “it’s pre-paid, so all we gotta do is find the dropbox. we don’t have to talk to anyone. do you see it?”

you take a deep breath as you scan the room. a big, blue box with a silver handle on it. you exhale, “mhm.” things are a little easier after that. at least until you get home.

“oh, ani,” you sigh, your digits tangling in his thick golden curls. laying on your back, he’s got your legs placed on his shoulders.

“had such a hard day today, didn’t you, baby?” that croon. the cruel sort of mocking tone he adopts when he wants you to feel adorably pathetic. it only gets you wetter. arousal he greedily laps up, mixed with his spit. tonguing your folds and teeny clit while his big hands dig into your hips.

“yeah,” you whimper. you don’t care if it’s pitiful, you did have a hard time. a stray sniff leaves your nose as your chest jerks, his ministrations on your cunt causing all sorts of bodily writhes. you can’t stay still. soft, plump lips murmur against your pussy like they were made for it. gathering your essence only to spit it back onto you, watch the fluid ooze down your tissue so he can lick it all up and shove his tongue inside.

“had to come straight home and eat this pretty cunt just so my baby could relax.” he can mock you all he wants, maybe you deserve it. playing into his little game and nodding your head, agreeing with him again. you watch as his biceps swell when he folds his forearms over your stomach, clasping his own wrist as he arrests your thighs from squirming anymore. apparently, he didn’t appreciate your silence, a punishing nip to your bundle of nerves is proof of that. “isn’t that right, starshine?”

you cry out, meeting his gaze over his forearms. “uh-huh, yes. you’re helping me so much. thank you, daddy, thank you,” you ramble, desperate for his approval. your nimble fingers scratch and massage his scalp, silken locks threading through your webs.

“there’s my good girl. thought i’d lost you for a second there.” a sweet kiss is planted onto your pussy, apologetic for his bite earlier. he puckers his lips, rubbing the slick tissue against yours to soothe your heat. only to flatten his tongue from one tip of your pussy to the top. wiggling the end of it against your clit side to side when he gets there. you jerk your head to the side, squeezing your gaze shut as you pant. it feels so good, too good. you can hardly contain yourself. it’s not like anakin to wait for attention when he wants it now. “hey. keep your eyes on me.”

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[kirbyskisses]

kuroo/reader || stardust

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i’m still mentally getting over a flood of negativity, so this is very sweet and soft; kuroo reacts to his first night as a father.

wc: 1,088

from the very first second that satomi kuroo’s pudgy, little hand just barely grasped around her father’s finger, you could tell his heart has melted and reformed to be hers and yours alone.

something in his catlike, golden-brown eyes shifts.

his pupils widen as he exhales and everything about him softens. he’s fallen in love with you all over again and somehow even more in love with the tiny daughter in his hands that you’ve created.

there’s a silence in the air for a while. it’s not tense nor impatient, only filled to the brim with warmth and satomi‘s tiny gurgling as your husband cradles and pokes her - still trying to fathom how real she is.

you break the silence first. you’re tired and numb from the excruciating pain that came with the miracle of introducing you daughter to the world and to your home. but you’re overjoyed and floating with affection. your face hurts from smiling so much.

your heart melts too, looking at him admire her minuscule form. satomi hiccups and dozes - skin soft and cleaned, hair still wet, messy and equally as black as her father’s.

“she’s beautiful.” you whisper, breathily.

“of course she is. you’re her mother.” he smiles with a witty laugh as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world - and to him it is.

to tetsuro kuroo, you’re the most beautiful creature on this earth and it’s only fitting all the beauty would pass down to your - and his - greatest creation.

time feels completely nonexistent. there is just this moment of him sitting by your bedside rocking her.

“can’t believe it…” he mutters.

“can’t believe what, ‘tsuro?” you question, voice sweet and half-asleep as he searches for the words.

he can’t believe that the stars exploded millennia ago, sparking the birth of energy, of hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and carbon. he can’t believe those stars found their way into tokyo to create him and then bring him to you. and that now those very same molecules are in his arms, cooing, brought to life again in his very own satomi.

he can’t believe that stardust is in his veins and in yours and in hers. tetsuro can’t believe -

“her. i can’t believe her. and you - god, you.” he shifts the bundle into the inbetween of one of his strong arms and his chest, using his now free hand to stroke your cheek and lean over slowly to kiss your forehead, then nose, each of your flushed cheeks and your lips.

you’ve only seen tetsuro cry twice - both time the result of that 3rd year trip to nationals. this is the third time, tears falling from his eyes when he shifts back into his bedside chair.

part of him is just overjoyed that both of his most treasured women are completely safe and happy. part of it is surprise.

he pauses to think of himself as the tiny kid who was too shy to speak. the one only kenma knew; scarred from having to block out his parents nightly screams with pillows stuffed to him head - he laughs between sniffles at how that habit lead to his permanent bed-head.

and he thinks of himself as the high school senior who snuck out of his hotel room at nationals just to sidle to your room. who pulled you out to the cold balcony in the pitch-black hours of the night and practically vomited out the words of a whispered proposal. he needed the security of knowing that even if he’d lose a match he’d wake up the next morning able to say he at least won you.

all of that anxious, insecure kid stands here now - a man with a job he adores and a wife he’s disgustingly in love with and the cutest little baby the world has ever known.

he looks back up and you’ve fallen asleep with a delicate “i love you” passing through your lips.

satomi’s little nose scrunches at the feeling of his tears hitting her face and he lets out another quiet chuckle.

“sorry, baby girl. daddy got a little too emotional thinking about you and mommy. but… you’re both asleep so let’s get you to bed.” he bounces her lightly as he walks, kissing her head and leaning to tuck her in when he reaches her bassinet.

“alright. all snug and cozy yeah?” fingers spinning the mobile above her head, tetsuro smiles at the twinkling noises made by the little cats and owls and volleyballs.

her eyes open ever so slightly and then close but not before he catches a glimpse of the equally amber eyes he bestowed upon her. he straightens up for fear he might be so overcome he’ll stumble into a pile of diaper boxes and plushies.

“you’re really…hell, you’re really ours.” his long fingers - calloused from years of volleyball but no less comforting - reach to stroke her tiny sleeping face.

“i shouldn’t say hell, huh? it’s okay mommy can’t hear me… but i should still say something good.” he tilts his chin up and ponders before the words fall out as natural as can be.

“i should say…. i love you. daddy loves you, satomi. and he loves mommy. god, i love her.” he sighs at just the thought of you; you’ve made him such a damn hopeless romantic.

“i’m going say it every day and every night, okay? i love you.”

he moves his hand and she squirms at the loss of contact. kuroo stiffens expecting a cry but she settles after a few moments and he watches her for what feels like eternity before hesitantly backing up, down the hallway and to your shared room. the door clicks and he notices you awake again when he slides beside your form.

“sorry, kitten. did I wake you?”

you shake your head and pull him in without words, conscious and still unused to having a body that no longer houses satomi within. finally you mumble something out, clinging to his tall form.

“how’s the baby?”

“how’s the mother?” he smiles and you think you fall in love with him all over again.

“the mother is… proud. and tired and so, so in love.”

“same as me then, huh, kitten? you’re so amazing.” he praises, setting kisses across your face. “and i can’t thank you enough for bringing her to me.”

you stroke his hair, warmed by his adoration for you and her - his two beings of utter stardust.

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Dollface Pt. 3

I would like to thank you all for the support on this fic! I'm so happy to see it be so well-received. I hope to continue making this an enjoyable fic for you all. On with the show now.

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Smut scene: fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), oral (f! receiving). Use of gendered terms: reader called "Good girl"

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo.

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Hear me, denizens of darkness, for this curse may only be finally broken in totality for when the doll is so loved, the only way a human can love a doll, so innocently, sweetly, and whole-heartedly. May this human find love and comfort its presence, and the affected shall return to their form, forever changed by the wholesome love of a human. The demon may return to their full true self only when they understand what it is to be human.

In the early hours of the following morning, the human woman stretched, nuzzling her face further into the warm, bare chest her head laid against. Her hands wandered, arms wrapping over a set of muscular arms that were tightly wound around her waist, keeping her in place so that she could never go too far. One of her hands threaded into a set of soft locks, softly messing through them. Her legs were tangled up with a much longer, much thicker set, so warm and protective around her own. She had never slept so soundly in all her life, feeling such an overwhelming protection around her as she pressed further into the warmth that invited her in closer. She drifted back into a deep slumber again.

When she awoke again, she rolled her head, rubbing her cheek against a warm bare shoulder and collarbone, pushing herself further into the comforting presence that held her and welcomed her. There was no rush this morning as it was the weekend, so she snuggled in closer and sighed contently with a smile.

Her eyes then suddenly popped open as she looked ahead to the collarbone of the one holding her, pulling her head back and watching as a man slowly opened his own eyes for the first time. The soft rays of sun in her room cast down on him, revealing his golden orbs, tawny brown skin, russet red locks, and muscular frame. He had a well-defined jaw, soft full lips that had a pinkish hue to them, and thin but high cheekbones that made his eyes stand out that much more.

The two stared at each other in silence for a few moments until she started to open her mouth with a look of panic on her face, followed by a sharp inhale of breath.

His hand flew up to her mouth to stop her.

"Please don't scream," he murmured in his familiar tenor voice, a bit hoarse after weeks of silence in his living form. Her breathing was erratic, and she started to squirm, so he continued. "I apologize for scaring you. Please, listen for a moment."

She barely nodded her head, remaining very still while he spoke.

"Do you remember that doll? The one you got almost a week ago or so?" He asked quickly. She nodded again. "I am that doll. I'm guessing the curse lifted last night, and that's why I'm here like this now. It's me, Diavolo."

Her free hand tapped his arm, and slowly, he pulled his hand away from her mouth. She leaned back and looked him over, with her head snapping back up with a deep flush on her face as she realized he was fully naked when she saw the topside of his bare hip.

"It's nice to finally meet you... like this," he added warmly, a charming smile lacing his lips.

"I see... It's nice to meet you, too. I'm glad I was able to take care of you until the curse broke, I suppose," she replied slowly, somewhat relaxing again in his hold. They both laid their heads back on her pillows.

"Indeed, you were wonderful. I rather enjoyed going to class with you, watching you study, and seeing how you lived. I'm actually rather interested in understanding humans better, and it has been a privilege to live with you," he declared.

"Oh, well, then I'm happy to help," she replied, a smile finally gracing her mouth. He shifted around slightly, his hips brushing hers, and that panicked look came back, her brows shooting up on her forehead. "You... You're naked," she squeaked out.

Diavolo chuckled then, his legs rubbing against hers. "I apologize, I suppose my doll clothes didn't grow back with me."

"It's... okay... I guess..." she mumbled, her gaze drifting back down to look at his large frame, fully realizing how enormous he really was compared to what a normal human man would be. His biceps were definitely larger than her whole head, his chest wider than anything she's ever seen in person. Her own curiosity was starting to build.

"You know, you're rather ravishing yourself," he seemingly replied to her thoughts, interrupting them too. Her head snapped back up to look at him in shock. "I apologize, but as a doll, I didn't have much choice in what I saw, so there were a few times I saw you undressed as well."

"Oh no..." she said, finally rolling out of his grasp to the other side of the bed. She felt it dip rather deeply behind her as the demon moved closer to her.

"I said I liked how you looked, did I not? Was I too forward?" He asked in her ear.

"You probably say that to everyone you meet," she said bitterly, snatching the blanket and wrapping it around herself to cover.

"No, I actually don't," he tried to reply, his hand slipping beneath the blanket to rest on her shoulder.

"Listen, I don't want to be another notch on your belt, just some one-off fling, or a human to toy around with, so..." she retorted, not budging from her position. He could hear the hurt in her voice.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to upset you. I think you're quite special. I've heard how smart you are, how kind, how sweet... I'm quite taken with you, not just your looks," he answered softly. "I know you've just met me, but you must realize I've been here the entire time, watching you, even before I could talk to you. You're special to me."

She finally rolled over and looked at him, measuring how truthful he actually sounded in comparison with his expression, looking for tells.

"Additionally, I can tell when others are lying and have made a vow to never lie either, so take that as you will," he added.

"Fine. I believe you," she replied tartly. She rolled her eyes, but he saw the hint of a smirk tipping up the corner of her mouth. He scooted in closer with a smile on his face, too.

"Do you mind if I..." she started to ask and trailed off, wriggling closer so that they were touching again. He immediately scooped her up into his large arms, cradling her against him with her chest pressed to his sternum, legs tangling again. "I slept really well last night, and I believe I have to attribute that to you."

Diavolo gave that charming smile again. "That's good to know. I'm not sure when I turned back either, but I know I slept well, too."

Feeling brave and curious, her hand came up to his face, gently cupping it.

"You have the softest touch," he murmured with a sweeter smile adorning his face. He watched as her brows slightly furrowed, looking over his features. Her thumb ran over his brow, tracing down his temple and jaw. Then, her hand came back up to curl her fingers in his hair, never pulling.

"You seem so normal, and you look like your doll..." she observed. "Well, other than being far more handsome than any man, and you're, um, rather large for a man," she added nervously.

A flush of pink heat flashed on his cheekbones. "Were you expecting some scary monster?" He asked, taking in her movements and expressions while she was busy with her hands-on investigation.

"Maybe slightly," she confessed, one corner of her mouth tilting up just barely.

"I could show you my true form if you require showmanship," he replied with a smirk. She finally met his gaze and looked more concerned at that remark. He chuckled. "Another time, then."

Her small hand cupped his chin. Her fingers and claw-like nails gently danced over the skin of his neck and the underside of his chin and jaw. Her head came closer to inspect him in more detail. "You're... amazing," she finally whispered, and it was barely audible.

"May I?" He asked, holding his hand up. She briefly looked at his hand, and suddenly, hers came up to meet his, the bottom of her palm lined with his. He looked at it, seeing how his own hand dwarfed hers so much, and then he curled his fist around hers, completely encapsulating her hand.

"Adorable," he murmured. His gaze flitted back to her face, and he really admired how she looked, then, as the sun's scarce rays were now highlighting her features. She didn't have a stitch of makeup on, and he was quite infatuated with her bare face, the softness she retained. He enjoyed looking at her when she was looking at something else. He was able to study the twitches in her brows and lips as she turned pensive. Her emotions truly were worn openly on her, which he appreciated, too. Being so close, he could really fine tune his sights on every inch of her, and he loved every bit.

She finally met his gaze again.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked in a husky tone.

She nodded, and he instantly moved closer, gathering her into him and wrapping his arms around her tightly. His head inched closer to hers, his sights set on her lips, and then briefly looked back up at her. When her lids lowered and she glanced at his lips, he gently pressed his lips into hers. A soft grunt of surprise sounded in her throat. Both of their hands went to each other's faces, gently cupping them and finding comfort in the touch of the other. They breathed in the scent of one another, his musky and masculine one, her soft and sweet one, and it was like the finest drug either had ever inhaled.

"So beautiful," he murmured against her lips, carding his fingers through her hair. "So sweet."

One of her hands tentatively came to rest on one of his pectorals, so he placed a hand over hers as reassurance. He hummed softly against her lips, rubbing his nose against hers.

She sat up on one arm, and he watched her as she looked back at him. Sitting up more fully, she turned and pulled her sleep shirt off, revealing her bare body to him. He shifted to the side so she could fully lay on her back as he took in her form.

A warm smile graced his lips, and he leaned over her, slowly moving to lay above her, holding his upper body up as he gazed at her.

"Stunning," he rapsed, leaning over on one arm to use his free hand to brush his knuckles against her face, trailing down her neck and collarbone. His touch sent shivers down her body in the warmest way possible, causing more heat to pool within herself as she stared up at him in return.

"You're... incredible," she whispered. "I've never met another like you."

"I feel the same for you," he murmured.

Their lips met in another passionate kiss. He fully caged her body under his, hiding his prize from the world to keep for himself. She wrapped herself around him, her legs around his hips and her arms just under his. He then curled around her too, slithering his arms under her back.

They remained like that for a while, kissing and exchanging soft sighs and moans while their hands busied themselves with caressing any and all available skin, getting to know each plane, dip, curve, and mound. His lips found purchase on her neck while hers found it on his shoulder, leaving evidence of their meeting with bruising marks as a history.

Diavolo pulled away, letting them both breathe and gaze at her breathless form once more. Her lips were puffy and glossy, cheeks rosy, brow glistening. She was the image of beauty to him.

"Um..." she mumbled, pulling him away from his thoughts.

"What is it, precious?" He asked in reply.

"I don't..." she trailed off again, her eyes flickering away with what looked to be frustration and sadness in her expression. "I don't want to do this and then you run off, never for me to see again. I don't... I don't like that."

"Then I'll stay," he murmured.

Her gaze traveled back up to meet his, studying his expression now.

"You say you don't lie, but I can't help but feel you'll have to leave," she replied in a somber tone.

"Then I'll take you with me," he replied. "When it's time for me to go home, come with me."

"You... You mean it?" She stammered, emotion making her voice waver.

"Let me keep you, and I'll make sure all your needs are met, you'll never want for anything, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy and safe," he promised, cupping her face again. "Consider it my lifetime debt of you caring for me in a state of vulnerability."

Tears made her eyes shine, and her lip wobbled slightly.

"Okay," she whispered, reaching up to place her delicate hand on the back of his neck. He let her guide him back to pressing his lips to hers. Her tongue timidly pressed against his lips, to which he granted access and opened the kiss, his tongue greeting hers. They danced together, encircling and lapping each other up.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him nervously again.

"Can you be gentle? And go slow?"

"Of course," he replied. "Whatever you want. I'm just grateful to know your body, how perfect and wondrous it is. Have you done this before?"

She looked away but nodded reluctantly. "A little." Side-eyeing the prince, she asked, "And you?"

"A little," he said with a slight smirk, using her words teasingly. "But not with a human."

She nodded, taking a hold of his hand and sliding it down her belly and down to her sacred space. He took initiative and gently prodded at her heat, his fingerpads running over her lower lips. His eyes were glued to hers, making sure to never stray from her gaze. Then, his middle finger glided past her folds, carefully rubbing back and forth until he reached her clit to rub smooth circles over it.

"Ohh! Hah... that's... nice," she mumbled, lids becoming heavy.

"Mm, already a bit wet. Is that for me?" He purred. Her blush intensified, and she nodded. He kept up his pace, taking in her expressions the further she fell down her chasm of pleasure. Her own hand drifted down to find his hardened cock that was dripping precum all over her thighs, and he stiffened and groaned when her delicate fingers brushed it.

"Is that for me?" She murmured back playfully, her voice softening and becoming husky.

"All yours," he mumbled back. He smirked at her when she looked away shyly again.

The two continued to rub the other, soft gasps and sweet but quiet moans escaping their mouths. Feeling that she was absolutely drenched, he prodded a finger at her entrance, focusing on her expression again for permission.

"Please, go ahead," she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. Gingerly, he took hold of her thighs and spread them wide around his hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle of her hips. He laid himself on her, but holding himself up with one arm as to not crush her. His dominant hand came back to run his fingers in her folds again, slicking up his digits before slowly sliding his middle finger into her entrance.

"Oooh!" She yelped in surprise. His fingers are huge... just the one is already... a lot, she thought to herself.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly.

Her hand came to rest on his bicep, gently squeezing it. "Yes. Keep going."

He nodded and kept pushing until he was at the hilt of his digit. Waiting until she nodded, he then gently rocked his finger in and out of her drenched pussy. Their lips locked again, unable to get enough of one another. She huffed against his mouth as she got closer to her climax.

"I would be the happiest demon if I was able to see this rapture on your face every day," he murmured with a softened smile.

"Keep– hah, keep talking," she requested, rolling her hips.

"As a doll, there were moments where this was all I could think about. I wondered what you looked like when you're being pleasured, the kinds of noises you would make," he murmured. Her brows furrowed, watching him and listening, but distracted by the pleasure. He smiled, "I'm not disappointed. You're gorgeous."

Involuntarily, she clenched down on him, moaning out softly. His smile deepened, showing off his fangs for the first time.

"So pretty," he purred, looking her over. When she moaned and rolled her hips at this, realizing what she liked, he kissed her forehead. "Such a good girl for me. Will you cum for me? I'd love to see you come undone, beautiful."

She nodded tearfully, her hands clinging onto his arms harder. Unable to hold back now, wanton moans and gasps escaped her throat, filling the space between them. He laid his forehead softly against hers, absorbing her sounds, her breaths, feeling her heartbeat as it pounded within her.

"I'm close, k-keep going, please," she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.

"I have you, just let go, precious. I'll catch you," he said in a lower pitch of tone.

"More, add one more," she whined. Obliging, he added a second digit, curling both against her g-spot, sending her higher that much faster. "Oh!"

"That's it. Enjoy it, take it," he huffed.

"D-Don't stop," she cried out, her hips rutting against his hand, one of her hands curling into his locks and tugging softly. "Hah, oh... oh... Fuck! Diavolo!"

The first time he heard his name like that on her lips was the first time he was hooked on it forever more. The high he felt within him was incomparable at that moment. There was nothing like it in his world or any other. And then to be accompanied by the sweetest cries and whimpers, his name now ghosted on her lips as she repeated it like a sweet serenade. The rush of her fluids over his hand was divine as well, the way her walls gripped his fingers so tightly, too.

He waited for her to relax, breathing in her afterglow and beauty as he gently pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. Even her taste was almost sweet, just like the rest of her. When she looked up to see what he was doing, she was totally embarrassed, turning her head away and grimacing.

"Divine," he murmured to her in her ear. He chased her lips down and coaxed her head forward to kiss her again, her essence light on his mouth. "I'd love to taste you directly, if you'll allow me."

She sank back into the bed, as if to hide but with nowhere to go. He saw that she looked uncertain and kissed her cheek.

"Another time then? Shall we stop?"

"I-... No, um, please... You can..." she trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

"I need you to say exactly what you want me to do, darling," he murmured in reply.

"I want you to... eat me out... please," she finally choked out, feeling shy but indeed doing what he asked of her.

"That's my good girl," he purred, sinking backward and down the bed, then lifting her thigh onto his shoulder when he was faced with her cunt. His head turned to kiss the inner part of her thigh, the softest nips of his fangs against her skin. When she barely rolled her leg towards him, her thigh brushing his cheek again, he took that as a sign to return his attention to it. He pressed an open kiss there and then sank his teeth into the plush flesh, sucking as he worked to mark her there, too. Soft little whimpers escaped her mouth as she watched with anticipation and need.

When he was done, he pulled away to admire the flush of red left behind, his teeth marks lined perfectly within the blotch of redness. He gave more kisses up her thigh and towards her center, finally looking at her slightly spread pussy.

"Mm, beautiful," he purred, using his free hand to spread the lips apart. He kept one arm wrapped around her thigh that rested on his shoulder. His other hand kept her spread as he gently pressed his lips to her wet heat. Watching for her reaction, he kept his mouth pressed to her lower lips and slowly swiped his tongue against the folds. She sharply but quietly gasped, her fists curling the cotton sheets they laid upon.

"Tell me if I need to stop," he mumbled to her. She nodded and he continued swiping his tongue up and down until he found her clit. Her hips, of their own accord, bucked up into him slightly.

"Hah, I'm s-sorry..." she murmured, a haze of red splashing her cheeks. He neglected to respond in favor of keeping his tongue working on her clit. He swirled it around her sensitive nub, earning more wanton moans from her. Watching her as she squirmed around, clearly enjoying this, he took his hand from her lips and rotated his wrist to slowly insert his middle finger into her drenched cunt.

"Diavolo," she sang out. "Yes... Yes, please, I like that."

Internally, this made him feral, to know she was enjoying herself, enjoying him. He loved knowing he could make her happy, making her feel good. Diavolo could see himself doing this for the rest of his days, making this sweet woman writhe, moan, and cry in pleasure for all eternity. Yes, he was hooked; he had to make sure she came back home with him.

"Ohhh, oh, baby, I'm getting close," she murmured, her eyes shut and jaw slack.

Quickly, he added his ring finger and started curling into her g-spot, keeping his lips wrapped around her throbbing clit.

"Faster," she rasped, her fists curling with the sheets wrapped in them. He responded in kind, doing as she asked of him. "Right– oh, right there." Flashes of heat graced her skin, her whole body becoming flushed, telling him she was on the precipice. Her ever-tightening walls clued him in on it as well, with more juices pouring over his fingers.

"Cum for me, baby," he commanded in a deeper pitch, immediately pressing his mouth against her hot pussy, his tongue coaxing more pleasure against her clit.

"Okay, okay, o-oh! Diavolo! Please!" Burning heat raced up her nerves and set her orgasm ablaze within her. She sank her hips down into his mouth, keeping him in place as she rutted them back and forth, chasing her pleasure. His fingerpads kept busy on her spongey spot, delivering her to her much-deserved ecstasy. This bliss was all-consuming, forcing her down a chasm of euphoria, causing a smile to somewhat form on her mouth. Her body relinquished against his, letting him have every bit of her, openly falling apart before him so dramatically and genuinely, the scene looked like a painting.

And he wholly enjoyed every moment. He consumed every drop her body offered him, drinking her essence in like the sweetest juice. There was no stopping until he completely had his fill, cleaning her up to perfection.

When she was finally down from her high, she was incredibly still, barely breathing. Leaving his perch between her thighs, he crawled up to hover above her, taking in her form. From what he could tell, she was fine, her pulse strong and fast but slowly climbing down. He gently laid himself on top of her, propping his chin on her shoulder, breathing in her scent again. Oh, to be this close to a human, and then have one be as special as her, he thought, this was what he wanted all this time. Closeness, intimacy, physical touch, authenticity. She didn't want him for the money or the title, but he'd gladly give it to her. He'd give her everything and anything, whether she asked for it or not.

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