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dumplingsjinson · 8 months

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List of “how about we get comfy and cozy with each other, in more ways than one?” prompts

(Warning: This list is pretty much an overshare in the form of a prompt list, because it is very much based on my personal experiences. A lot of TMI happens.

If that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read the list. If you’re okay with it, proceed on at your own discretion.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you because… It’s a lot.)

1. “I hope I’m not being too needy.” “Well, I like it when you’re needy. I like it when you’re like this.” (THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THIS MAN WLEIFLEKWNKLEWFN)

2. Character B groping Character A’s ass while they’re making out.

3. Character A moaning and whimpering into Character B’s ear while rubbing themselves against Character B’s thigh, desperate for release.

4. “I… I want you to touch me,” Character A admits, while staring up at the ceiling, cheeks reddening in an increasing show of embarrassment.

5. “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much, okay?”

6. Character B dry humping Character A; hips thrusting into theirs, picking up with the pace when Character A whimpers in their ear and pulls Character B even closer in response because they don’t want any sort of space left between them; not even a sliver.

7. Character B getting all sweaty and heated while they’re dry humping Character A.

8. Character B taking off their shirt to get more comfortable with Character A, and Character A subtly admiring their physique. (WHEN HE DID THAT?? THE DISRESPECT??? This guy’s gonna ruin me, I know it sjjsjs)

9. “Don’t be too loud,” Character B murmurs softly, planting a tender kiss on Character A’s face while sliding their thigh against Character A’s crotch, taking in the way Character A lets out a strangled sigh at that. (SIRRRR?? THEN DON’T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME?? WTF LWKENFWEK. Mind you, his fam came home after we were alone for an hour or two, so-)

10. Character A and Character B continuously checking in on each other every now and again to make sure they’re comfortable with the way things are going.

11. Character B planting soft kisses all over Character A’s face and their neck, reassuring and sweet while things get very, very heated.

12. “You’re going to make me not want to leave the bed if you keep doing this,” Character A warns in a low moan, as Character B continues to kiss their neck, their body pressing against Character A’s. Character B only chuckles in response, nipping at their skin playfully.

13. Legs tangling together so they can get closer to each other.

14. Character B fondling Character A, enjoying the noises they’re eliciting from Character A; enjoying the way they’re making Character A unravel at the seams, coming undone by their touch so easily.

15. Character A hiding their face into Character B’s shirt because they can’t keep the noises at bay, and hoping to God they’re not being too loud.

16. Character A and Character B’s hands roaming each other’s bodies, almost like they can’t get enough of each other (and they can’t. They can’t get enough of each other is the fucking problem here).

17. Character A desperately humping Character B’s thigh, chasing their high, shameless noises scraping at the back of their throat.

18. Character B’s fingers speeding up in response to the sweet sounds falling out of Character A’s mouth.

19. Character B letting their hands wander all over Character A’s body; slipping under their shirt, their pants, their undergarments, and Character A enjoying having their hands all over them like this even though they’re too shy to admit to that with words.

20. “Do you want me to straddle you?”

21. “How am I supposed to think about anything else while fucking myself now?” Character A questions in a rushed gasp as Character B continues to rub their thigh against their crotch.

22. “You’re so adorable,” Character B murmurs as they continue to thrust their hips into Character A’s. “How is me doing this adorable to you?” Character A questions, moaning a little at a particularly hard thrust of Character B’s hips against theirs.

23. Character B leaving hickeys on Character A’s neck, on spots that make them pretty damn visible to the public.

24. “So… How do you like it on top?” “It’s uh… It’s an interesting experience.”

25. Character B’s body responding to the noises Character A’s making because of what they’re doing with them; to them.

26. Character B’s hand slipping past Character A’s pants to grope their bare ass while they’re dry humping each other.

27. Character B hitching Character A onto their thigh, pressing their thigh firmly against Character A’s crotch to tease them.

28. Character B caging Character A between their arms while kissing them, and Character A’s arms wrapping around Character B’s neck to pull them closer, fingers carding through their hair; hands sliding down their neck; their shoulders; their arms; slipping under their tank top, palms resting against their bare skin; palms gliding along their spine and their back.

29. Character B asking for consent whenever they want to do something a little out of the blue, and stopping when Character A isn’t comfortable with it. (BOUNDARY RESPECTING KING, PEOPLE NEED TO BE LIKE HIM!!)

30. “Sorry if I went too far,” Character B says, and Character A shakes their head. “No, you didn’t go too far. You didn’t go far at all; you didn’t go far enough,” Character A says, flushing at the brazen admission coming out of their own mouth.

31. Character B trailing kisses down Character A’s chest/breasts.

32. Character B pulling up Character A’s undergarment/shirt and taking Character A’s breast/nipple into their mouth, with Character A arching into them with pleasure at the unexpected gesture, a soft, encouraging gasp leaving them.

33. Character B slipping their hand under Character A’s shirt/undergarments to fondle with their nipples/breasts.

34. Just Character A being a needy little fuck and needing Character B to be all over them because they’re so fucking addicted to the taste of them and the way their body rocks against theirs.

35. Character A letting out little obscenities while they’re fooling around, which only fuels Character B further.

36. “Well, now I’m really wet/hard.” “I see no problem with that.”

37. Character A rocking back against Character B while they’re spooning and Character B shallowly thrusting against them in response.

38. Character A biting their bottom lip to try and keep quiet (and failing pretty miserably).

39. “Yeah, you like that?” Character B softly murmurs into Character A’s ear as Character A lets out an involuntary sigh, arching up into Character B in response.

40. “Well… I do fantasise being restrained by handcuffs.” “We can try that in the future if you’d like.” (WELL FUCK ME I GUESS LWKENFEWLKNF)

41. Character A moaning into Character B’s mouth while they’re making out, which spurs Character B on, with the way they pull Character A even closer and kisses them harder; with much more fervour than before.

42. Character B touching, teasing and feeling Character A up. (DID Y’ALL GET THAT WAYV REFERENCE OR WHAT—)

43. Character B caressing the side Character A’s thigh while they’re kissing.

44. “And you’re telling me this is what cuddling is?” “Mhm.” “Bullshit.”

45. Character A fucking themselves on Character B’s fingers, whimpering in a way they’d be embarrassed about if they weren’t so in the moment.

46. Character A trying so fucking hard to control the soft little whimpers leaving them when Character B rubs against them with their fingers.

47. “I’m all over the place and it’s all your fault,” Character A whines while Character B chuckles. “Mmm, it’s not all on me, you know,” Character B says, tone teasing.

48. “It’s just me and you now,” Character B murmurs softly, planting a kiss on Character A’s lips, slowly rocking their hips against Character A. (onrwlfgnrekljng FUCK!! OFF!! ALKFHEWLKNF)

49. Character B closing the blinds for privacy reasons. (He was struggling to close the blinds and I was giggling and teasing him about that lmfaofenlkfn)

50. Character B slipping their thigh between Character’s A’s legs with the intention of messing with them.

51. Character A grinding against Character B’s thigh and Character B responding by pressing their thigh firmer against Character A.

52. The soft pleas and whimpers slipping out of Character A’s mouth as Character B quickens the thrusts of their fingers.

53. “How are you feeling?” Character B would ask every now and then to make sure Character A’s comfortable and okay with what they’re doing, and the pace they’re going at. (This is ALWAYS so fucking sexy! Do this with your partner)

54. Character B unbuttoning/unzipping Character A’s pants, in a tauntingly slow manner; slips their hand past the waist band of Character A’s pants whilst Character A squirms around a little, their heartbeat quickening in anticipation of what’s to come. (Uh, no pun intended???)

55. Taking a break in between each of their little sessions and cuddling with each other, and using those moments to check in on each other.

56. Character B stopping themselves from going further whenever they sense Character A getting a bit overwhelmed with everything that’s happening and making sure that they’re okay. (He just… He’s so caring and it’s so fucking sweet AHHHH)

57. Character B’s ragged, laboured breathing in Character A’s ear as they fuck themselves against Character A, and Character A squeezing their biceps in encouragement; the soft pants from Character B and the whimpers and moans from Character A intermingling in the air.

58. Character A burying their face in Character B’s chest out of pure embarrassment after doing all of that, and Character B chuckling at them while cuddling them close to their chest, planting several kisses on their face.

59. Character A’s clothing smelling like Character B’s because of how much they were all over each other, all day and night.

60. Character A leaving Character B’s room with the messiest hair by the end of the night.

#long post #all I’m gonna say is this is all based on personal experience and i AM oversharing #I’m going through it by re-reading this list LMAO #some of them are a bit repetitive but skksks #I have the forward slash sign for some of the prompts (eg. hard/wet) so it can be used for anyone #my way of processing things tbh #cat guy chronicles #smut prompts #suggestive prompts #prompts #otp prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #writing scenarios

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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Imagine being Feitan’s cute chubby!wife. You’re a literal walking ray of sunshine. Foster kittens, volunteer at shelters, wear the cutest bright colored dresses.

The entire troupe is genuinely SHOCKED when he introduces you to them. How can a twisted guy like himself have such a cute wife?? Shalnark is super jealous.

Bros like “hey babygirl he can’t handle all that, but I can 😏”

If looks were enough to kill Shalnark would be six feet under!!!

“Mine.”

Feitan just wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You just giggle and kiss his cheek. They fucking GASP.

“HOLY SHIT it’s not a joke oh my god!!”

Phinks is losing it. Chrollo is just giving his blessing and happy Feitan found someone. Uvogin is also shamelessly flirting with you and chrollo has to break him and feitan up before they kill each other.

You just laugh and cover Feitan’s face in kisses, which he accepts with an embarrassed tut.

“Sorry boys, but Fei is the only one taking me home tonight.”

Feitan is very shameless about his love for you. Grabs your ass in public, whispers dirty things in your ear. Doesn’t usually care who’s around, you are his and he isn’t afraid to show t. The only people that don’t see his PDA are the Phantom Troupe because he doesn’t want them thinking he’s gone soft(he has, you have him WHIPPED).

He’s a bit boney, so really enjoys cuddling up with his chubby wife. Your hands are soft, and his are calloused from a hard life. You kiss every scar he has and tell him how handsome he is every chance you get. He wonders what he did to deserve this love you give him.

Phinks is the only one he trusts enough to watch over you when he has a solo mission. You fix up all his injuries when he gets home with the sweetest of smiles.

You aren’t officially married, but it’s official in your minds. He doesn’t want to spend his life with anyone else.

Loves to just lay face first in your boobs while you hum to him, stroking his head. Though be careful he is mischievous and might bite your tiddy… you have been warned.

So gentle with his fragile wife, carries you like you’re made of glass. First time he tried to pick you up, you squeak out in protest. He easily picks you up, scoffing.

“Easy. Think I’m weak?”

“N-no, just thought I was too heavy!”

He lifts an eyebrow and holds you with one arm, his hand low key fondling your butt.

“Not heavy. Little wife.”

He’s so in love with you he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Would do anything for you.

A/N: send feitan requests PLS

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miaountainmama · 30 days

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jealous

characters: jouno, fem!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, collaring, oral (m!recieving), degradation and praise, use of good girl, he gets jealous and fucks you over his desk. i also don't feel like tagging but this one is relatively tame too. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 2672

a/n: i love writing jouno smut. man is so talkative

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

You shake your head at Jouno’s question— you knew you could never hide anything from him. You could never lie to him. Still, to be caught like this…

“I couldn’t help it,” you reply meekly, tugging weakly at the leather collar around your neck. The fabric is comfortable— Jouno picked out something nice and soft for you when he bought it. He switches like that, between someone who considers your every need and someone who pushes you just for the pleasure of it. Right now, he felt like the latter.

“…Couldn’t help it?” Jouno’s voice is low and smooth, and you swallow, knowing that no matter what you said, you would not be getting out of this situation easily. Your breath catches as he suddenly yanks on the chain connected to your collar, and you’re forced to look up at him from where you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“Couldn’t help what? Couldn't help thinking about getting your cunt fucked by another man? Couldn’t help thinking about replacing me?” He chuckles bitterly, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do to make yourself look any better in this situation.

“I heard your heartbeat when you were looking at him. And the smell of your— ugh. Sickening. To think you’d get off thinking about Tecchou of all people.” He’s circling you now, heels clicking against the floor of his office, and you don’t dare to turn your head and follow his movements. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you flush from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and, though he can tell you’re genuine, his lip curls in distaste as he stops in front of you. His fingers twitch around the chain leash.

“I’ll make you sorry. Get up,” he orders, and you follow without hesitation, standing and shifting your weight nervously from side to side. He points to a spot by his desk, and you get the idea, quietly shuffling towards it and standing with your back facing him.

“Bend over.”

Your face burns, but you comply, resting your elbows on the smooth surface of the desk and bending at the waist. You feel him step behind you, his gloved hand running along your arched back, and you can’t help but shudder at the touch. His hand lingers there for a moment before moving downwards, reaching around toward the front of your pants and unbuttoning them. Your breath hitches, but you let him do as he pleases, though your blush does darken as he pushes the fabric down your thighs, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You know he can sense how aroused his jealousy has gotten you, and shame bubbles up in your belly— you can hear the resentment in his voice as he sheds a glove and brushes his fingers between your legs, seeing for himself how wet you’ve become.

“My, so excited. So you enjoy this? You enjoy betraying me? Flitting around like a common whore?” You say nothing as you hear him messing with his belt and pants, and your heart rate spikes as you hear the leather drop to the ground. You know what’s coming, and your legs unintentionally spread a little— Jouno exhales in derision at this, mumbling an insult you can’t quite hear.

A tremor runs through your body as you feel him press closer to you, his cock sliding in between your folds as he prepares to enter you, and your eyes flutter half shut at the sensation.

“You don’t deserve an ounce of the pleasure I’m about to give you, you whore,” he snarls, and with that, he pushes into you, yanking your head back by the collar with one hand and grabbing you roughly by the hip with the other. You gasp out a choked moan, back arching further as he bottoms out inside you, and you barely have time to process before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward again in a rough thrust. It hits inside you just right, and you can’t hold back the groan that tumbles from your lips, feeling your entire body lurch forward from how forceful he’s being.

The first couple of thrusts are slow and deep, but Jouno was never one for mercy. Within seconds he’s set a pace that has you seeing stars, and your hands clutch at the surface of the desk, trying to find any sort of support as he ruthlessly pounds into you. The air is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin along with your heavy breaths and stuttered moans. He’s leaning over you now, pulling your head back by the leash so he can mutter things into your ear as his hips move against yours.

“Could Tecchou ever make you feel this good? Hm?” he says lowly, voice antagonistic, and you only moan out in response, already too fucked out to think. He lets out another displeased exhale before he pulls the chain back and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“Answer me.”

Luckily for you, you’re able to form together a garbled no, and he hums in approval, rewarding you with a kiss over the new mark on your neck and another rough snap of his hips.

“Good girl. See, you can behave. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He doesn’t expect an answer this time, which is good for you because you don’t know whether you could give one right now. You’re too busy gripping onto the desk for dear life, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pressing up just right against the spot inside you. He’s good— criminally good— even more so when he reaches around you and swipes a finger against your clit, not quite rubbing yet but applying enough pressure that it has you reeling.

“Are you going to be good from now on?” he says, leaning further over you to murmur directly into your ear, and you nod your head, always eager to please. His hands are so warm, and the thought of him adding extra stimulation has you practically whining. It’s hard to think when he’s so close to touching you like that, still going at a steady pace with his hips.

“Mhm, I promise, Sai,” you breathe out, panting at this point, and he coos another good girl, causing your blush to darken as the praise goes right to your core. He rewards you by finally touching you, wetting his fingers on your slick before lightly pinching your clit. You let out a gasp, back arching at the sudden rush of sensation. Jouno chuckles from behind you, and you have half a mind to whip your head around and ask him what he thinks is so funny until he starts rubbing, and that clears any ounce of brattiness from your system. It feels so good you swear you’re about to cum on the spot— and he can tell.

“So desperate for my touch? You’re soaking. You really are a whore.” His voice is full of amusement as he continues his efforts to pleasure both you and him, and he reaches out with the hand still holding the leash to fist at your hair and pull it back. Your legs begin to shake, but he shows no signs of slowing down.

“About to cum so soon? We can’t have that. Hold it in. You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” he orders, and your eyes shoot open, tears shooting to them as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.

“But- Sai, I can’t, I can’t,” you babble, and you swear this man doubles his efforts instead of offering you mercy. Your moans become louder,

harder to suppress, and he tightens his grip in your hair. The sounds of skin against skin get more aggressive.

“Jouno- Sai, please,” you continue, practically begging at this point, and you can feel his hands twitch from where they’re holding and pleasuring you. A soft spot of his, perhaps, a weakness for begging? It’s shameful, but you’re too desperate, too close to release to care as you target and exploit that soft spot for all it’s worth.

“Sai, please, I need to cum, please, I can’t- I can’t hold it,” you’re whimpering by now, tears threatening to spill over your lash line, but he just hums in response, still ramming into you and circling your clit skillfully, and soon, the knot in your belly unravels. You’ve lost.

Your back arches to an almost painful level as you climax, and the moment Jouno realizes what’s happening he lets out a breathy laugh and begins to suck at your neck to overwhelm you even further. The tears really do fall now, and you sob out his name as he pleasures you through your high, never stopping even as your hips twitch and jerk. Your grip on the desk tightens to the point where you feel you’re about to splinter the wood. Eventually, you reach that point where everything becomes sensitive, and a shudder runs through your body. You know he feels it— still, he doesn’t stop, choosing to bite down on the crook of your neck instead, and your eyes squeeze shut as a strangled moan leaves your lips.

“Too much,” you whimper, feeling the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin, yet the man just hums again, choosing to ignore you, getting off to the sounds of your overstimulation— you can’t keep your mouth shut, moans and cries and sobs spilling into the air. You don’t know how long he keeps you on that threshold— it could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but as he whispers that you can take it you hate that you want to prove him right. You let him mark you up, you let him hold your head back by the hair, you let him fuck you so hard you cry— you let him do everything he wants to do to you until you hear a satisfied moan slip from his own lips, and he finally slows down. He hasn’t finished yet, but as he twitches inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, you know he’s getting there. He pushes all the way in and bends over you, turning your head so you can look directly at him.

“Mm. Such a shame. Directly disobeying my orders not to cum. What happened to being good?” he clicks his tongue, and your face burns with shame. You move to apologize, but the sound dies on your tongue as he shushes you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact, but he shushes you again, spinning you around to face him. You grab onto him for support, so fucked out you’re off balance.

“I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.”

He regards you with a light smile as you blink up at him, still sniffing and crying from the previous overstimulation, but you drop down to the floor at his command, knowing better than to go against him. You clutch at the fabric of his pants for a moment as you kneel in front of him, trying to regain any semblance of composure, and you’re surprised that he loosens the hold on the chain leash and runs his hands through your hair, letting you get those few precious seconds of rest. Perhaps he knows you need it before he inevitably ruins you a second time. Regardless, you lean into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your scalp.

As expected, he only gives you a few seconds, but it’s seconds that are appreciated. It mellows you out, and you open your mouth without complaint once Jouno shuffles forward and tilts your head up with a hand, grabbing himself with the other and tapping his cockhead against your lips. He’s surprisingly gentle as he inserts himself into your mouth, still cradling your head, though you know that won’t last. You place your hands on his body and wait for him to take control as he usually does.

His first couple of thrusts are shallow, slow. He moves deeper, and as his tip hits the back of your throat you gag and whine— he hushes you, rubbing circles on your jaw with his thumb. Your eyes water again.

Jouno pays no mind, letting out sighs of pleasure as he begins to thrust faster, harder, moving the hand not holding the leash to run through your hair again. You look up at him with watery eyes as you allow him to use you, and soon he’s fucking your mouth just as hard as he was fucking you earlier. Though it’s difficult to keep yourself together, though you’re crying unintentionally and drooling and overall ruined, he pacifies you by murmuring words of praise down to you. It’s satisfying to see him morph from smug to this— you watch as his eyebrows slowly knit together, mouth dropping open to let out light grunts, and the more he finds pleasure in your body, the redder his cheeks get.

“Ah, you feel- you’re being so good for me, fuck,” he pants, and you peer up at him contentedly as he slowly begins to fall apart. A weak noise slips from your open mouth as he tightens the leash, now using it to pull you up and down on his cock, and his head falls back at the added sensation. He’s holding back his sounds still, though, and you can’t have that. You quickly swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulls back again, and that seems to loosen his lips. He lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard, breathy and coated in pleasure, and he speeds up.

“Keep doing that,” he commands, though it lacks any sort of bite— it’s more of a whine than anything else. His thrusts are getting sloppy, erratic, and you can tell he’s getting close. You obey eagerly, willing to do anything that lets you hear his wonderful noises again, and as you let your tongue go to work he moans again, yanking you by the collar harder. His thrusts are getting shallower, faster, and you know there’s only a matter of seconds before it’s over. His voice pitches up— his hand tightens in your hair— and with a final thrust deep into your mouth he cums, spilling down your throat with a low groan. He seems done, but you? You continue to gently bob your head and swirl your tongue as you swallow, wanting to coax as much from him as possible, and your efforts are rewarded with a whimper. It’s the sweetest reward you could ever be given.

Hastily, he pulls out of your mouth, regaining his composure. He holds your head away from him for a moment before he retracts his hand, making sure to stroke your jaw with his thumb a few times before doing so. You look up at him happily from where you’re kneeling below him, hands still on his body, and he lets out a shaky exhale before resting his hands on yours and gently nudging them off of him.

“I trust you’ve learned your lesson?” he says, always one to try and remain in control at all times, and you nod, leaning your head against his leg. You hum in affirmation, and he sighs, reaching down to stroke your hair again. It puts a smile on your face, and it widens as his smooth voice praises you again.

“Good girl. Don’t do it again or I’ll have to punish you a second time.”

The idea of it sends your heart racing despite yourself. A second punishment didn’t sound too bad at all.

“…Don’t get too excited. I won’t be as nice next time.”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #saigiku jouno x reader #bsd saigiku #jouno smut #bsd smut

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charlesslut16 · 10 months

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Hi love!!

Could you maybe write something for Max like, he and reader had feelings for each other but couldn’t be together and they would meet up secretly to spend time together and have angry, frustrated and sad sex 🥺

Sorry if I’m being vague with this suggested plot 😫 love your write ❤️

-in secret-

summary : you and max are not allowed to be together but you both do not care...

PAIRING : max verstappen x fem!reader

WARNINGS : 18+. smut, NSFW, dom!max, sub!reader, a bit toxish, bit angst, rough sex, p in v, curse words, dirty talk, aftercare, unprotected sex (be safe!).

note : i hope you like it, love! Send in more requests!

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Best Friends. That was what max and you had always been. Friends, since you were two years old. You met through your parents, who were friends themselves.

You spent days, weeks, months, and years together. The bond between the two of you was unbreakable. No one or nothing could ever tear you both from one another.

Except your parents. When you were 13 and max was 15, both your parents had a massive fight, which made your parents so mad that they decided to cut the friendship with max's parents.

They cut all the connections to one another. That meant that you and max had to be friends in secret to not upset or anger your parents. You had to meet up in secret to not be caught.

Lovers. Years later, the friendship between the two of you turned into more. You had started dating, when max had begun in Formula One, which made it even more difficult to meet up.

But you still tried to. When max was in the paddock in his drivers room, you snuck in and spent time with him until he needed to do media stuff or something else. It was great to spend time with your love, even if it was secret.

It was frustrating to not meet up at each other's houses, in the paddock or in a restaurant because you were too afraid that your parents would find out about your relationship.

Even now that you are 23 and 25, you were still in a secret relationship. You met up on weekends or when he was away, you flew there to support him in the shadows and met with him in the hotels in the evenings.

When you met there was talking, laughing and just having, but mostly there was sex. Sad, frustrated and angry sex. There was nothing better for your feeling than that.

Just as you were having now. You were frustrated and Max was angry because your parents told you that they found someone for you to have a relationship with.

He told you that he wanted to take his anger out on you, not that you minded one day. Max had always told you that you were destined to be with him and that would not change.

You laid naked on the hotel bed, max hovered over you and the anger clearly visible on his face. He gave you a kiss on your lips and then lined his cock up with your pussy.

Max looked at your face for consent, which you gladly gave him, and he stuck his cock into you. As max was halfway in he waited, so you could adjust to his size and then thrusted all of him into you.

You moaned his name out, and he groaned at the pleasure. He thrusted in and out of you, and you rolled your body to his rhythm to provide the most amount of pleasure.

He hissed above you, but you were too far gone to care. You had been for a while, too lost in the feeling of his hands against your hips, his cock dragging against you deliciously.

It was almost embarrassing how easily you let him have his way with you. Your body completely under his control, every gasp of his name only serving to feed his ego, encouraging him to go faster, harder, more, more, more—

“Max—!”

“That’s right, say my fucking name—”

If the squeaking of the old wooden bed he had taken you on wasn’t already a sign of what was happening in the room, the shameless moans escaping your lips would be.

“Let the entire hotel know whose cock you’re begging for.”

You did, without any thought to how loud you may be.The force of his thrusts were brutal against your backside, your body ached, and yet you couldn’t stop moving, desperately trying to meet his every thrust.

It was hopeless, but he seemed to enjoy your attempts at least, a wicked chuckle escaped him as he watched your body move on his own.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? To be used like a pleasure girl?” His body was pressed against your back now, the weight of him blanketed against you. Your breath caught in your throat, his lips whispering absolute filth into your ear.

“Your new 'boyfriend' which you will never get could never fuck you like I do. You will stay with me, like it is destined to be. I don't care what your parents, say, schatje.”

“I know, max. He could never fuck me like you could. But please stop or low don't I can't anymore.”

Max did not stop moving, how could he when you sounded absolutely debauched below him, a picture-perfect image of sin to be molded by his own hands.

He fucked you unrelenting, finding every single one of your weaknesses and taking advantage of them until you cry out that it’s too much, that you couldn’t take it, and didn't give you a moment of reprieve.

“You know? I'm not so sure about that.”

Max was taunting you, dangling your own shameful display in front of your very eyes. Even if you wanted to respond, you couldn’t, the sound of your hips meeting, echoing through the room proved answer enough.

He lets you go, only for that hand to grab your face, fingers pressed against your cheeks. He forced your tear-rimmed eyes to gaze at him from below, a contrast to the sinister look in his own.

“Can’t take it? Too much? I don’t think that’s true—” Another hard thrust had you keening, back arching, a fog of lust clouding your brain. “—I think you’re going to take everything I give and more.”

He was right, of course, and you did, graciously. Your legs threatened to give out, shaking, barely holding on, and in an act of mercy, he grabbed your weakened limbs with a strong hand. Practically a rag doll, legs wrapped around his body to bring him as close as possible.

You could see him in this position, see the way his brows crease and furrow every time you clench onto his cock, the pleased grin that lingers when you grab onto his arms, seeking purchase.

It’s filthy. Max didn't think he’s seen anything more beautiful.

It’s addicting, sadistic in ways he never thought himself capable of. He can’t get enough.

A painful dance of give and take. He gave pleasure and took your very sanity with it. He took and took until you had nothing left to give, until you were a writhing mess of slurred words and half-mumbled promises.

Max could barely understand you at this point, your mind far away, but he doesn’t need to. He could understand your body well enough. But then both of you were finished, totally drained. You were in desperate need of sleep, and max was in need of cuddles. Max stood up and took a damp towel from the bathroom and cleaned you up.

He came in bed next to you, pulled you into him and cuddled you. Your head laid on his broad chest, while he stroked your hair and ran his hands up and down your arm.

“I want to tell our parents. I mean, we are adults, they can't do anything about it. It is draining, Max.”

“I know that it is draining, but we can do this together, my love. We can tell them that we are together and can start going out for real.”

“Yes, I would love that.”

“Ik hou van jou”

I love you

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hard-core-super-star · 7 months

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for your love, i'll do whatever you want... [K.Bishop]

pairing: alpha!kate bishop x omega!reader

summary: omega heats are incredibly unbearable, thankfully kate knows just what to do to make you feel better.

warnings: shameless smut -> minors, you're not allowed [omegaverse au {written by someone who has very minimal understanding of the logistics and makes everything up on the spot}; omega in heat = needy alpha kate; fingering {R receiving}; so much praise; technically pet play but only if you squint {kate does call R puppy more than few times}; finger-sucking {i couldn't resist}]

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: i have no explanation for this, i just...think she's neat. i read literally one omegaverse au fic and now i have brainrot. clearly, the only solution was to pass it on to all of you. i've never written anything like this before so uh...be warned, i guess. once again, this is about the closest i'll get to doing kinktober but this variant of kate [along with vampire!kate] might be sticking around, we'll see. also, believe it or not i did some world-building but tried not to include too much and just focused on the filth. you're welcome, i guess?

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The sound of the bedroom door opening makes your tired eyes snap open. You blink the drowsiness away long enough to recognize Kate’s frame as she slips into the room. Her steps are slow, almost bordering on hesitant, but the mere sound of her boots on the floor makes your heart race.

The archer had been gone for what felt like months. In reality, she was only gone for four days. Not even a full week had passed without her and yet you’ve been desperate for her return since the moment she walked out the door.

You assumed it was only due to the strong bond, and slight dependence, that had started to form since the brunette brought you to her apartment a few months ago. She’d rescued you from a cruel living situation and shown you kindness you never even thought was possible.

Especially from such a dominant alpha.

But Kate’s nothing like all the alpha’s you’re used to. She’s all soft chuckles, understanding looks, and feather-light touches. The literal definition of care lies in the depths of her pale blue eyes.

It’s truly no surprise, then, that you fell for her instantly.

And it’s even less of a surprise that being without her triggered an avalanche of feelings that resulted in your heat. A heat you were forced to endure on your own with no gentle touches or whispered praise.

Until now.

“y/n.” She makes an effort to keep her voice quiet despite her obvious concern. “How’re you holding up?”

The answer to that is crystal clear considering you’ve made no attempt at getting up and rushing toward her like you usually do. You want nothing more than that but your entire body aches in ways you’re not used to feeling, at least not on this scale. Your skin burns with pure warmth yet your body shakes as if you’ve spent the past few hours out in the cold.

You’re barely able to lift your head, the faintest of whimpers slipping out. Your lack of a response is all she needs to approach you and the comfortable nest you’ve made in the corner of her bedroom.

Your nose picks up on her scent immediately and the lower part of your body wastes even less time in reacting. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate to feel her touch on every part of your overheated skin.

“Uh oh, I know what that look means,” she jokes as she sits in front of you.

Your grumble of discontent is wiped away the second she reaches for you. She easily picks you up, letting out a slightly playful grunt, before maneuvering you onto her lap.

“Kate,” you mumble.

“I know, sweetheart, I’m right here.”

Her hand gently grasps the back of your head, guiding you forward until you’re able to seek refuge from the overwhelming sensations rushing through your entire being. Her scent drives your body wild but it’s also the only thing capable of calming you down so you bury your face into her neck without hesitation.

“Baby…” Her tone makes you shiver and you subconsciously shift closer to her. “I’d like to hear your voice.”

You know what her request actually is, you’ve heard it countless times since she started the hard work of putting your broken pieces back together. Your hands grasp the front of her shirt and you fidget with the fabric until you find the words you’re searching for.

“I missed you.”

You don’t see the smile that graces her lips but you hear the slow exhale of relief she lets out. The fact that you’re speaking to her is a good sign, one that reassures her enough to finally start touching you.

“I missed you too,” she admits as her hands begin to wander. “I thought about you every day I was gone.”

She keeps one arm wrapped securely around your waist but lets her free hand caress you in all the right ways designed to soothe you while simultaneously driving you insane with need. Just because she’s the kindest alpha you’ve ever met doesn’t mean she’s not a massive tease when she wants to be.

“Katie,” you practically whine.

Your reaction brings a chuckle out of the brunette that only serves to intensify the ache between your legs. You’re both acutely aware of the amount of slick that’s dripping down your thighs by now but while you’re on the edge of desperation, Kate’s having the time of her life.

She always loves knowing how much you need her, how much you crave her, and today is no exception.

“Yes, sweetheart?” The pads of her fingers ghost along your chest, barely grazing against the side of your breasts. “Do you need something, pup?”

Hearing that one word out of her lips shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. Although, that could easily be said about any and every single thing Kate does.

All you can do for a few seconds is whimper and press yourself closer to her, your hips shifting every which way in search of some friction. Friction she easily denies by shifting her lower half away from you which means you’re forced to pull yourself together and ask for what you want.

“Mhm, need you.”

Kate rewards your obedience by finally letting her fingers play with your hardened nipples. Her touch is soft even while she tugs on them just enough to draw out another needy little sound from you. “You have no idea how adorable you sound right now. You’re just a pretty omega in need of her alpha, aren’t you, baby?”

You open your mouth to answer her but instead of words, a sharp moan leaves your lips as her mouth meets your shoulder. She trails a line of kisses along your warm skin, allowing you to bask in the comfort that underlies such an intense moment.

She’s had her fun and now her full attention goes toward making you feel better the only way she can right now.

Her hand starts its descent once she’s satisfied with the amount of skin her kisses have covered. She moves slowly despite the obvious wetness that’s started to drip onto her jeans. She’s not trying to tease you anymore, though. Her touch is reassuring, a silent promise she won’t hurt you like all the ones who came before her.

The noise you let out once her hand cups your aching cunt borders on pathetic but there’s no time to feel embarrassed. There’s no time for anything except grinding down against her fingers while they stroke your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” she murmurs in between soft kisses. You can tell she’s barely holding back the urge to pierce your shoulder with her teeth. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?”

Her question is meant to be rhetorical but you don’t dare risk it, already too far gone to be able to deal with more teasing. “Yes…just for you.”

Kate’s fingers stutter in their movements. She wasn’t expecting a response, much less one that makes her possessive, and borderline primal, instincts flare up. The change in her scent throws you off, especially when the words that escape her are almost as needy as your own.

“You’re so good for me…so fucking pretty like this. God, you’re driving me crazy, puppy.”

The emphasis on the word is enough to make you cry out in pleasure but then she sinks two fingers into your tight pussy and you swear the world stops moving for a few ecstasy-filled seconds.

Kate doesn’t mind that you stop rocking against her, she’s much too eager to show you she’s the only one capable of making you feel this heavenly while doing such sinful things to your body.

She’s also already obsessed with the way you’re clenching around her fingers and it shows in the non-stop groans coming out of her.

Groans that push you closer to the edge.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” She’s panting into your shoulder but you can’t blame her for it since you’re in a much more desperate state, panting and groaning against her neck. “So tight but so needy for more, isn’t that right, pup?”

“Yes-” Kate slips another finger inside you before you can get too far. “Fuck! Please!”

You don’t know if it’s your words or the sound of the tears that are gathering in the corners of her eyes but she instantly turns back to that gentle alpha you know so well. The one who puts your needs above her own without missing a single beat.

“I know, I know. Just relax, let me take care of you.”

Her fingers thrust inside of you at a rapid pace but she’s careful not to get too rough with you. She shifts a little, kissing her way across the top of your shoulder and to the side of your neck.

You’ve never felt closer to her than you do right now and the feeling is somehow more overwhelming than your pleasure.

Kate’s thumb starts drawing circles on your throbbing clit and you almost fall apart instantly. She knows. Of course she knows because she’s spent hours getting to know every part of what makes you who you are. Including your painful past.

She lets you bask in the feeling of holding back until your cries of pleasure border on discomfort. “It’s okay, puppy,” she mumbles while nuzzling your neck. “You don’t have to wait, you can cum for me. Show me you’re mine.”

There’s no way for you to last any longer once she says that.

Your mouth drops open into a long moan as Kate coaxes your orgasm out of you. You’re sensitive and desperate and yet the thing that causes you to truly give in to your release is the care she puts into everything she’s doing.

She’s giving you everything you want because she knows it’s the only thing that’ll make you feel better. The only thing that'll take away the discomfort of your heat and the anxiety that still thrums through your veins from being with her.

Your entire body shakes and shudders from the strength of your orgasm, Kate’s fingers slowly fucking you through it until you fully collapse against her.

“Good girl.” She plants a kiss on your neck before pulling her fingers out of you.

You whine the second she leaves your cunt empty but you’re too worn out by everything that’s happened to beg for another orgasm. Instead, you accept the fingers she presses against your lips, opening your mouth without a second thought and moaning at the taste of the wetness that covers the digits.

“There you go, just like that, pup.”

You’re far too exhausted to reply so you settle on sucking her fingers while she whispers soft praise into the space between you.

After days of yearning for the alpha’s touch, your body finally feels soothed. Relaxed to the point of comfortable sleepiness, not the awful stress-filled exhaustion you were forced to deal with on your own.

You’re finally safe in the arms of someone who genuinely loves you for who and what you are.

“Does my sweet omega want a nap?”

Her soft tone makes you smile around her fingers. You let out a muffled sound of contentment and Kate merely chuckles in response at how eager your sucking is despite your obvious fatigue.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just close your eyes, I’ll be right here to take care of you when you wake up, alright?”

There’s not a single doubt in your mind that she’ll be true to her word.

So, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths that fill your entire being with the smell of her. You belong completely to Kate and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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cumikering · 3 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 4

3.3k | fluff A cloud floated into your bedroom (part 1) (part 5)

Have you heard of the sweaty t-shirt experiment? That people can smell who they’re compatible with?

That explained how downright addicting you smelt - the lore couldn’t fool him. Humans and animals weren’t that different after all, despite him being able to smell better as a wolf.

You packed some lasagna for him to take home and put on an episode of your favourite show while spooning on the couch. However, with you pulled flush against him, his face buried in your neck, he didn’t show any sign of leaving.

Well, he didn’t want to. It was justified that he missed you this much, right? Sorry, you just had to kick him out of your apartment.

“Keegan?” You tapped his arm around your waist, causing him to groan in annoyance. You let out a small laugh. “Did you fall asleep?”

He lifted his head, eyes fluttering. Oh God, did he drool on you? He brought his hand to his mouth. Okay, he didn’t.

Halfway through the episode, he’d leaned in for a shameless little whiff but when you reached back and scratched the top of his head, he was a goner. The huge dinner probably played a part too.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he rasped as he sat up.

You flipped onto your back, trailing your fingers down his inked forearm. “Well, you don’t have to go yet,” you mumbled.

“I’d love to stay if you let me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his as you smiled. “Okay.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

While you got ready for bed, he grabbed his backpack from his car. After making sure his breath was as minty as it could be, he emerged out of the bathroom in a shirt and boxers. He was ready to take the couch, but when you led him to your bedroom, of course he wasn’t going to say no to finally climbing into bed with you.

You switched your bedside lamp off, the light outside spilt into the room through the sheer curtains. You lay on his chest, hand on his abdomen as it rose and fell at a steady rhythm. His eyes trailed down your body, pressed against his in an oversized band tee and cotton leggings.

“I’d love to stay up longer, but I’m falling asleep,” you said into his shirt, voice muffled.

“That’s okay. I’ll drive you to work tomorrow before I leave.”

“That’d be nice.”

He wiggled. “Do you mind if I take my shirt off? It’s a bit warm.”

“Go ahead.” You pulled away.

He took his shirt off, setting it on the nightstand before lying down again. You blinked. He forgot not everyone was a fan of hair, which he had plenty of.

“Or I can put it back on.” He quickly reached for his shirt, embarrassed that you might have found it appalling.

“You don’t have to,” you said, grabbing his arm. He could see the smile as you curled closer to him, pressing your face to his chest. “Good night, Keegan.”

“Good night,” he mumbled, looking up the ceiling with a small smile.

So this was the view when he called those nights he was away. He let out a soft laugh as he recalled the first conversation you had.

“What are you wearing?” you’d asked in a light voice.

He let out a hearty laugh.

“Oh, no! I meant- I didn’t mean it like that. I meant what do you wear to bed when you’re away?”

The heat crept up his neck as his smile lingered. He wouldn’t complain if you did mean it that way, but maybe under more convenient circumstances.

“It depends, but tonight I’m lucky enough to wear a shirt and sweats.”

“Same. I always cover my legs. I get cold easily in my sleep.”

He didn’t mind keeping you warm at all.

That night, being in bed with you felt far better than his imagination. He wrapped his arm around you as your breathing slowed. It was adorable how your cheek mushed against him. He wanted to kiss you again.

He lay there for what felt like half an hour, waiting for sleep to grace him, but instead he was filled with the overwhelming desire to… guard the bedroom? Was this a dog behaviour, like how Raider would sleep close to the door? His finger drummed on his thigh. It was worth a try if it meant he could get some sleep.

He could have shifted right there in bed and you’d be none the wiser, but stripping next to you in your sleep felt violating. Instead, he went to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door ajar (he still hadn’t figured out how to turn doorknobs with his paws), and no bathroom had ever smelt so good.

His tail trashed, smacking the cabinet with a thud. His eye twitched. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to be a creep smelling your pile of laundry in the corner of the room. That, and he didn’t want to risk passing out from all the excitement.

He turned away, nudging the door open with his snout and padded right towards your sleeping figure, thoughts about guarding the room long forgotten. His tail fanned steadily as he stood by the bed, the sheets smelling so much like you.

Keegan needed to be closer. He got up on the bed with stealth, pausing when he couldn’t avoid the spring of the mattress when as his hind legs made contact. Okay, you didn’t move, good. He leaned in to smell you, as close as he could get without touching you. Would you mind if he licked your face?

Wait, no. No. Tingles ran down his spine. NO!!!

His face tilted to one side, and the other, then his shoulders and hips followed. The Big Shake™ took over at the most inopportune time, sending his black floof flying. Did not shifting for weeks matt his fur?

With the tremble, your bed squeaked. You stirred with a soft grunt, face scrunching. He froze, eyes wide like saucers (if he had brows they’d shoot through the ceiling), hoping you’d settle right away. Instead, your eyes opened for a split second. You smiled to yourself and mumbled a syllable before turning away from him.

What did you say? Jake? Drake? Blake? It didn’t matter because in seconds your breathing evened out.

This was a bad idea. He prayed hard you were too drowsy to register the sight, let alone remember it.

Back in his plaid boxers, he nestled against you, his arm pulling you to his chest as his eyes finally fluttered. He needed clean up his floof from your room before you woke.

It was easy to blame the mess on Raider if it was in the living room as the pooch visited almost every weekend, but never the bedroom. Surely he didn’t want you to think he, as a human, shed like a dog in his sleep. Fortunately, he kept a lint roller in his bag, but at this rate he should probably invest in an industrial sized one.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” you said against Keegan’s lips, your arms around his neck.

He smiled, squeezing your waist. “I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Am I even dressed accordingly at least?”

He pulled away, taking in your flowy dress and knit cardigan. “Yes, you look lovely. Raider thinks the same. Can’t take his eyes off you.”

You chuckled at the German Shepherd who looked up at you as he scooted closer and closer, impatiently waiting for you to finish greeting (kissing) the sergeant at your door.

“Hey, buddy.” You scratched his muzzle. “It’s so good to finally see you again!”

His tail wagged at full speed as he leaned into your hand.

Keegan helped you lock up and took your hand as you walked to his SUV. He placed your hand on his thigh as he drove and before long, he pulled up at the pretty garden restaurant you’d casually mentioned weeks ago. He picked an outdoor table so Raider could roam around as you enjoyed your tasty brunch. Under the table, his foot leaned against yours.

After the meal, you took a walk at the park across the restaurant, arms linked.

“I think he missed you a lot.” He nodded at the K9 who kept brushing against your leg. “He was so happy when I told him we were meeting you.”

You cooed, rubbing his head. “I missed you too, Raider!”

“I got him a phone before we left for the last mission. Did he text you?”

You chuckled. “Really? He texts now?”

“I taught him to, so he can keep you company when I’m away.”

“Where is it? I’ll put my number in.”

“Check his pockets.” He stopped and turned to you.

You played along, stooping down to pat down his legs. “Nothing.”

“Check mine then.” With his hands in his jacket pockets, he moved the hem of his army green jacket out of the way.

It was a playful excuse to have your hands on him, and if your smirk was any indication, you knew it too. So he looked away, but the smile crept up anyway.

You traced over his front and, after checking if anyone was looking, the back pockets of his jeans. “Okay, that’s your phone… Keys… Wallet…”

“Maybe the jacket?” He removed his hands from his pockets.

You shook your head and pulled out a rectangular chew toy.

“It’s a phone!” You laughed, turning it over to find a dog bone logo behind it.

He crouched to let the K9 off his leash before taking the toy from you. “Fetch, boy.”

He threw the toy as far as he could and Raider, like the goodest boy he was, bolted after it. As fast as he went, Keegan pulled you by the waist for a kiss.

You giggled against him. “We need to watch him.”

“I can’t kiss you with him around. He’s too jealous, keeps staring at us.” He leaned in again.

As if on cue, the doggo barked at you, causing you to pull away. His toy lay next to your feet.

“See, I can’t even have 10 seconds.”

You picked the toy up and threw it, and it was embarrassing to admit that his initial reaction was to also dash after it, his leg already jerking. He hoped you didn’t notice.

Under a tree, Keegan laid his head on your lap as Raider roamed around the park, getting acquainted with the other dogs. Judging by the toy phone in his mouth, he was probably looking for a date so he didn’t have to be a third-wheel anymore. It was about time.

“His handler asked if I wanted to handle him.”

You looked down at him, running your fingers through his hair. It had grown longer than he liked (it was uncomfortable under the mask), but if it meant you were more likely to play with his hair, then he’d gladly keep the length. The least he could do was give you something to pull because he might have just short-circuited from the gentle tugging you gave.

His eyes fluttered, like he was seconds away from falling asleep. How could he tell you to stop but keep going too?

“Yeah?”

You were so pretty with that soft smile. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve never even had a pet.”

“I know handling a K9 isn’t the same as having a dog, but you’ve had him on weekends for a while now, and he looks very happy. You must be doing something right.”

“Gabe will give me training if I say yes, but I guess I’m kind of nervous. I don’t want to not do a good job.”

“Take your time to decide, but I think you’ll be a fantastic doggo dad.”

You’d been helping him with Raider. Did that mean you were the mum? He liked the sound of that very much.

He smiled. “You think so?”

“Mhm. But you’re okay if he stares at us all the time?”

“We’ll have to get him a blindfold.”

The day grew windier as the hours passed. When Keegan noticed your fingers were a little cold, he hastily draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you closer as you sat on the bench sipping on coffee. You thanked him with a chaste kiss and he licked his lip when you pulled away. It earned him a soft laugh from you. You looked good in his jacket, but tasted even better.

Your phone buzzed in your purse and you pulled it out to discover it was Lauren calling. You’d told him about her, your best friend from uni. He told you to take it.

“… That’s alright. I’ll meet you there… No, that sounds good. I think I’ll wear one too… Oh, don’t forget the gift- Lauren, shut up! He’s here right now!” You giggled, turning to him as you slapped your hand over your mouth.

Keegan didn’t mean to listen, but he was right there. He raised a brow, flattered that your friend knew about him.

“Yes, okay, fine.” You squeezed his hand. “Yes, I promise! Okay, bye now.”

“Sounds like an interesting conversation,” he teased when you put your phone away.

“Do you remember Nick, the spinach pie guy?”

“He’s my sprit animal.”

You chuckled. “It’s his birthday and he arranged a little uni reunion tonight.”

It was silly of him to expect you’d spend the entire day with him, but he was allowed to dream, right? Especially when the hours with you felt much shorter.

“I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t mind?”

Of course he didn’t. Anything for more time with you.

After you finished your drinks, you headed back to your place to get ready. He sat on the couch with Raider with the TV on, but he was far more interested in watching you move about.

You wore a fitted black dress that came down mid-thigh, but as you leaned over the sink to put your makeup on, it rode up and revealed a little more than he felt he was allowed to see. He forced himself to look away, but fuck, if he wasn’t lying about wanting to see more.

At the door, you gave him a little twirl, all pretty with your hair done, giving him a whiff of your gentle perfume. But that evening you lacked… something. You smelt too clean after your shower, and he wasn’t letting you out of his sight in that state.

He didn’t know where the thought came from. No one would be able to smell him on you, not even himself, but he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your neck anyway.

“So pretty,” he breathed against your skin and pressed a few kisses on your collarbones.

When he pulled up at the restaurant, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat and placed it on your lap.

“I think I’m good. We’ll be indoors.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

How convenient. Now that would be more like it, his subtle claim on you. At least it would soothe that little part of his brain.

“Let me know when you need to get picked up.”

“We'll probably be done late. Don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won't.”

“I can’t let you do that after driving me here.”

He paused. “Let me know when you get home at least?”

“Will do. Thanks for taking me out today. I had a very nice time.” You leaned over the console for a peck. “Oh, sorry! I forgot about the lipstick!”

He tilted the rear-view mirror towards him, chuckling at the smudge on his lips. When you reached out to wipe it off with a tissue, he grasped your chin and leaned in again.

When you approached the large table, you expected the lone figure sitting to be the birthday boy. But when the man looked up, your smile fell.

“Blake? What- what are you doing here?”

“Hey, uhh, Nick told me to come, said you’d be here tonight.“

“I didn’t know you’re in town. You… never said anything.”

“I moved here a few months ago.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t know how to tell you. We hadn’t spoken in years.”

“And that’s not the same case with Nick?”

“It’s different.” His eyes stayed on you. “You know that,” he said in a low voice.

Your brows furrowed. It was jarring to see him there, out of place and surreal.

“Hey, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I can-“

“Sorry.” You shook your head and offered a smile as you pulled out the chair across him. You didn’t have to make the evening weird. “I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. How have you been?”

You continued to chat as people filled the table. Lauren was equally as surprised to see Blake, but you gave her a smile when she shot you a worried look.

“Our favourite Brit!” Nick announced, smacking Blake on the back. “Welcome back!”

You were over this - over him, if there was even anything to get over when nothing started. He was never yours, but the first to ever capture your heart. For years, you went through thick and thin with him, as friends even when it was far more than that for you.

You didn’t see a point of having anything escalate and have the ocean stand between you after graduation. So you tiptoed on the border of friends and more, trying to swallow the words despite the lingering gazes and longing sighs. When you couldn’t deny the budding feelings anymore, you knew you had to let whatever it was fade.

Over dinner, the ten of you got each other up to speed about how you were doing. When you went around the table pouring everyone their second glass of wine, Nick held his hand up.

“I’m a total lightweight now. I won’t recover from the hangover this time around,” he explained.

The table gasped. That was the most shocking discovery of the evening.

Pulled into different directions, graduation felt many more years behind seeing how some of your classmates led vastly different lives. A few took a leap of faith, ending up with unexpected careers far from their field of study, some have settled down, some with kids, their carefree personality mellowing as life settled on their shoulders. Some, you also learnt, remained solo, like Blake.

Ever the soft-spoken one, a smile always on his face as Blake gave people his undivided attention. He still preferred his beer over wine. Still asked for no truffle on his pasta, nor balsamic vinegar on his salad. Still scraped the buttercream off cakes. Still, he felt like the one you knew the least at the table that evening.

The ache of it was long gone, but you hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to desperately wish for something yet being powerless over it. It was funny how the world worked, that things came your way when you least expected it, that he found his way back eventually.

Blake offered to drop you home. ‘Won’t be a long drive away,’ he reassured. Nothing was a long drive at that hour, and you appreciated the gesture. In front of you apartment, he turned to you.

“I’m glad I saw you tonight. Can we catch up some more, over coffee sometime?”

You smiled. It was nice seeing him again, nostalgic. You were friends for so long for a reason.

“Of course. You know how to find me.”

He let out a small sigh, his gaze roaming your face.

The clock on the display reminded you of how late it was. “Thanks for the ride, Blake. Get home safe, okay?”

On the way up, you pulled your phone out as you yawned.

I’m home. Thanks again for today <3

It buzzed when you unlocked your door.

Had fun?

Why are you still up?

Waiting for you

Keegan had no business making you smile this hard. Maybe you could stay up a little longer.

@sofasoap @tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @reelovesfictionalmen

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jhuzen · 1 year

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shedding tears [m.reader]

am i still sane? absolutely not. i’m so sorry. this and the zhongli one was just meant to be a quick thirst. a few paragraphs that’s it. because like i said, they were the contenders against my aether smoot. alas, it was valentines and i got the no bitches card for this year sadly. so… :D

𖦹 nsfw, kabukimono kunikuzushi, you made him cry a lot (dacryphilia), size difference, a little belly bulge, kinda mean reader lmao

There is reward in diligence and persistence.

That much Kunikuzushi knew the moment you’ve finally granted him the attention that he so pathetically cried for, like a pitiful child, wanting to have you all to himself after having him so hellbent when you avoided him like a plague for days.

He broke through your mercy and kindness when he offered himself to you with little to no regard for the amount of times you’ve had to restrain yourself from taking him then and there, afraid to corrupt his poor little soul with the filth that polluted your draconic mind.

But that was really the last of his worries when he’s being fucked stupidly by you.

Kunikuzushi writhed in pleasure as your big finger found its way in him, with half a mind of someone who wants to make sure he doesn’t break in the process. He whined at the sensation with the way your fingers just seem to press within his tight little walls, he squirmed and his legs almost kicked you away, but you held him still, holding his legs up by his ankles with just one hand.

“[N-Name]—! N-No, not there—!” He squeals with such wanton that you couldn’t help but think otherwise. And you could care less, not when he looks this good, bathed in the moonlight that came from the windows of your humble home, his tears of pleasure glistened.

“You say that but your body shows otherwise,” your devilish smirk was more prominent as your fingers prodded around inside him and brushed against his prostate, making the puppet jolt within your grasp, hips bucking up so high with need.

Kunikuzushi’s wet and messy sobs left little to anyone’s imagination should they hear it. He was writhing within the pristine sheets of your bed, his cries inconsolable as he continued to wail for you to do more, to soothe the aching need that you now suddenly placed in him for the very first time. Euphoria slowly squeezed his mind tightly, like the bruising grip you had on his ankles, easily engulfing them with your large hands.

Far too big, you were far too big for him and somehow the thought enticed innocent little Kunikuzushi — to be enveloped by your hulking form while you pounded into him so ruthlessly.

His needy whines reached you and ought to grant him sympathy as well as aid your waning restraint. Your hand freed his ankles, letting his legs drop to the bed. “Spread your legs for me, why don’t you? I’d so very love to see every inch of you.”

Embarrassment flooded through Kunikuzushi in the form of more tears rolling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but coo at such a helpless sight. Your dearest puppet looked so ashamed for wanting you carnally, to want you under the thin veil of lust and hedonistic pleasure. And it filled your ego to see him so shy, in contrast to his shameless crying earlier, begging you to just look at him.

And now, you so generously indulged his request, eyes digging into his form as Kunikuzushi’s hesitant and quivering hands gripped the back of his thighs, lifting his legs up widespread, showing you everything that he can offer.

The puppet looked away, unable to maintain even a second of eye contact from you, lips trembling as he felt your eyes ravishing every inch of his lithe body.

Your mercy finally reached him as you crawled on top of him. Kunikuzushi was right, you could cover him so easily with your whole body. He shuddered in sinful delight, whining as he felt your erection brush up against his cocklet. Too big, all too big. Kunikuzushi wasn’t even sure if you were going to fit, but for you, he’d do anything!

Taking him by the chin, you gazed into the puppet’s eyes, his long eyelashes wet with all the crying he’s been doing, and all you could ever do was lean in, sticking your tongue out to lick his salty tears away. Delicious, like you’ve thought, you felt him quiver under your touch and it further fueled your desire to ravage him then and there. His body slowly arched up towards you, indicative of a carnal need to please you.

You moved your hips and relished in the quiet whimper that left his pretty little lips, “Are you sure you can take it, doll?” You asked, eyebrow furrowing in a half-faux concern, you teased him, showing a sense of reluctance and he was quick to nod his head vigorously.

“O-Of course! A-Anything! Anything for you!”

Your palms reached down to the meat of his ass, giving it a little squeeze and prompted his hips to lift, so reflexive in response of needing you. “Hmm? Is that so? I should warn you, if you can’t handle it, do tell, and I’ll just have to do it with someone else.” A light jest was all you did.

But the way his eyes filled with more tears of dread probed a sick sense of joy within you, almost making you smile. And while you enjoyed it, Kunikuzushi could feel his stomach drop. You? With someone else? No! He could never let that happen! You were the only one other than the blacksmiths that ever treasured him so earnestly! And the thought of being discarded again just because of not being enough for you almost made him choke on another sob.

“P-Please… don’t leave me…” he was weak in his pleas, heartbreakingly so, and you immediately regretted your words when he meekly followed it up with another meek claim, “I… I don’t think I could ever live without [Name]… without you…”

And like the good man that you are, you quelled the tiny puppet’s worries by smothering his quiet pleas with a kiss, your hand already on your cock go to guide into his puffy rim. You swallowed his whimpers as your cockhead rubbed up against the rim of his entrance, a wordless warning of your next action.

You quickly pulled away as you slowly entered him, immediately onto him as the sweetest moans and gasps leave his lips. You were stretching him out so much! You said you were preparing him but it seemed to do so little as Kunikuzushi braved through the dull ache that he felt when you pushed your hips further, managing to bury yourself into the hilt.

Your eyes almost rolled at the back of your head at just how much your poor little boy was sucking you in, so pliant and almost so easy if he wasn’t so tight. Your sanity almost tearing into shreds when his walls clenched around you, relishing in the addicting heat of his ass. A low grunt resounded from you and Kunikuzushi responded with a whimper.

His hands could barely grip onto his own thighs, his hands shaking as the sensation of pleasure soon washed over him. It felt too good, the way your cock managed to mold his walls to fit you when Kunikuzushi was dead sure that it wouldn’t work — but you slotted into him perfectly. He quickly looked down, eyes blurred with fresh tears, finding himself flushed as a bump surfaces through his tummy.

Your eyes followed to where he was looking at, grinning at the way you seemed to appear, your hands flitted to the creamy skin of his stomach and listened to the puppet suck in a sharp breath, his drooling cock twitching as your finger traced the outline of your cock.

“Look at you, love, so tiny, so adorable, and yet your body is already molding itself to be my cocksleeve, aren’t you just a good boy~” you cooed your sweet praises and Kunikuzushi was left breathless under the mercy of your words.

Call me that again, please! His mind begs but his mouth could barely form the words, letting out a girlish squeal as you pressed onto the bulge in his abdomen, back arching up to you. It was enough for you to take the hint that he’s grown accustomed to your monstrous size, and slowly moved your hips, stuttering in pace as you kept cautious at the way he seems to clench around you so tightly, almost refusing you to move.

You laughed, such a cute pretty little thing your dear Kunikuzushi was, so sweet, so innocent, now reduced into a moaning mess, with one hand already leaving his thigh to hold onto your arm that caged him in. You hissed in delight when he dug his nails into your skin in each deep thrust that you made.

And in every time that you would hit that sweet spot of his, you drew out more sinful sobs from the tiny puppet, eating up every sudden cry that comes from him from either pain or pleasure.

Your eyes glowed with a smidge of possessiveness.

Yes. This is it. For far too long you’ve been deprived of a cute little mate. Lucky you that the deities have rewarded your abstinence for far too long. And you figured that in every tear that Kunikuzushi sheds, the more your urge to fuck them out of him grew.

#i just wanna make the kabukimono cry :D #genshin impact x male reader #genshin smut #sub genshin impact #sub scaramouche #scaramouche x male reader #kunikuzushi x male reader #wanderer x male reader #jhuzen’s shameless filth #jhuzen’s stupid one shots

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Hii! Could I ask for Luchino (either survivor or hunter)with a Modern Reader please? Pls take your time too!

Any day I get to write about Luchino is a good day!

Warning: there is one suggestive comment in here, but it's mostly sfw.

-Creation theory, timelines, and alternate reality stuff really isn’t in his academic wheelhouse, but that doesn’t stop him from being curious and having some thoughts on the situation. He’ll be one of the handful who seek you out early on with questions at the ready, and he’ll spitball theories about your existence with the others of higher education. Unlike the others, though, he mostly focuses on what knowledge you may have about studies on medicine and evolution. If you’re not very well-informed about those fields…his interest in you wanes pretty quickly. As far as he’s concerned, you’re just another face in the manor, not any different from the others. (If you are informed about those topics, though, he wants you at his side constantly.)

-He’s not rude at all to you, though. Luchino doesn’t place much stock in superstition or religion, so he doesn’t fear you, and he’s polite to people who return him the courtesy. But he’s also not going to make a special effort for you unless your brain is worth picking. You’ll have to get to know him the normal way, over time, like everyone else.

-He doesn’t mind if you take interest in him, either. He’s not an easy man to cling to, but if you take comfort in his presence for some reason he’s content to let you linger nearby when he’s not working. Luchino doesn’t go out of his way to stand up for people he’s not close with, but at the same time he won’t stand for people causing any kind of trouble in his presence. It’s annoying, at the very least.

-He’s also very blunt and unabashed by topics other people may by shy about. So aside from Emily, he’s one of the better people ask about health and hygiene concerns. Even if you’re a woman, he’s not embarrassed or ashamed to discuss those things with you. They’re important, after all, and he’s very used to educating other people.

-He’s get a kick out of reptilian/monster-hybrid pop culture references. Godzilla, Ninja Turtles, etc. It’s just ironic, is all. He’s not ashamed of his work in the slightest, but there is a stigma around his existence now. So to hear that the modern world loves thins of his nature makes him chuckle. He’d insist you tell his hunter counterpart about them as well. And I’m not saying to tell them about monsterfuckers…but if you do it’s gonna put some ideas in both their heads.

-He also lowkey likes how filthy some of modern music is. He’s stunned the first time you play some of it for him, but then he just starts laughing about it and asks for more examples. The music itself isn’t always to his taste, but it’s a pleasant-ish surprise to hear exactly how shameless people have become in our time. He always did think people were a bit too prudish about bodies and sex. Just look at him—tiddies out and everything.

-He may ask about your phone after overhearing you talk to someone else about it, but the largest reaction you’ll get is that he’s very disappointed to learn you don’t have an internet connection in the manor. If you did…you might never get your phone back. He’d ask to borrow it constantly and spend long hours pouring over the years of research and development that came after his time. He does, at least, take good care of it.

-He’s intelligent and a fast learner, so he adjusts to any of your technology easily. He’s one of the few in the manor who can use your phone without needing any assistance, which may come in handy during matches.

#idv x reader #identity v #idv professor #idv evil reptilian #luchino diruse x reader

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wasjustred · 1 year

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See Me After Class - NSFW Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Summary: Your new boss pays you a visit.

Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x femprof!Reader

Warnings: Smut, under-negotiated dynamic, Mommy kink at the very end if you squint, cunnilingus (reader giving), fingering, orgasm denial, dom!Larissa and sub!Reader

Word Count: ~3.4k

Author’s Note: My first reader insert as well as my first attempt at smut! I hope y’all enjoy - feedback is always welcome (and greatly appreciated, especially as this is an un-beta-ed work)! ♡ ╱ AO3

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

You allow the air to settle before prodding your students, perched comfortably against the front edge of your desk. “Someone explain for us what Lord Henry meant by this.” The usual array of hands shoot up, eager and willing as they are, swaying discreetly in anticipation of being called upon. It’s everything you had hoped for before starting this job; you spent weeks prepping lesson plans and brushing up on Outcast literature before your official interview had even been scheduled, losing sleep and your appetite equally over the thought that you might not secure the position, and almost more so that if you did, the students wouldn’t take to you. But this sight… it is as reaffirming as any. With a modest hope of hearing from someone new, your eyes roam the rows and columns of seated students. But it’s an unexpected figure who draws your attention to the far back:

“Principal Weems.. Please, indulge us.” You gesture widely with an open palm. Your nonchalance frankly betrays the anxiety her presence brings. Another observation so soon after the first? And so early in the term? You have to wonder if one of your students has complained, or perhaps another professor. Were you doing a bad job? Were your lessons subpar?

It’s clear, though, that despite her authority Weems is embarrassed to have been caught, even more so to have been called out on it so unceremoniously. Perhaps you’re not as powerless here as you thought.

“Well,” The blonde pulls back her shoulders and levels her gaze on you. “It has been a minute, but if I’m not mistaken, I do believe Lord Henry was referring to Dorian’s seemingly virtuous nature in comparison to his own glaring hedonism. By all accounts, we desire and are captivated by the things we refuse ourselves.” She continues, arching a brow, “I believe Lord Henry also said that ‘the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself’. It is both a warning and a call to pleasure.”

Any surprise you might have felt at Larissa’s adeptness, any residual apprehension at her presence, is easily overpowered by the sudden and shameless wave of heat that comes to rest between your thighs. She must notice as she grins wickedly at your attempt to play it off, crossing one ankle over the other and lowering the open book in front of your lap.

“Very good. I’m glad to see your Nevermore education paid off.” Sparse chuckles crop up from your students as the final bell announces the official end of the school day. They waste no time in rushing past each other towards the door, and you’re glumly aware that your calls to read the next two chapters for class tomorrow fall on deaf ears.

“I didn’t realize Mr. Wilde was still part of the curriculum.” Larissa follows the steps down past your students’ desks and comes to rest in front of you, hands clasped behind her.

“And yet you’ve proven yourself to be a remarkably apt student. Impressive.” Your eyes twinkle. The degree at which you have to tilt your head back is not an unpleasant one, stretching muscles that had already been whining after the hour-long class session. You break eye contact briefly to reach behind you and toss the worn copy of today’s topic on your desk, and in that short timespan Larissa evidently decides to test your professional resolve.

“Remarkable students are rewarded for their diligence, are they not?” You swivel back to her, brows raised. … intriguing. Hot, even, you have to admit.

“Was it diligence, or pure luck?” Larissa scrunches her nose at this response, clearly - amusingly - displeased.

“I’ll have you know I’ve been reading at the pace of your lesson plans.”

“So you did know Mr. Wilde was ‘still part of the curriculum’?”

“... I don’t appreciate your tone, Ms. L/N.” Larissa looms over you, forcing you back against the edge of your desk. Your hands instinctively shoot out behind you, white-knuckling the oak in an attempt to keep yourself steady (both mentally and physically). Your brain rapidly ricochets between processing how little space remains between the two of you and the fact that the school’s headmistress, your boss, Larissa, has taken to following your lessons plans of her own volition.

“All due respect, you do pay me to read between the lines, Principal Weems,” you respond. She seems delighted with this, a puff of warm air landing against your lips as she chuckles. Your fingers twitch against your desk. If you stretched them out, there’s a chance you’d reach her, brushing against the clothed expanse of her thigh.

“You have a very interesting understanding of what you’ve been hired to do here.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm.” Larissa closes the leftover distance, reaching long fingers up to grasp the tip of your chin. It feels like whatever air you can get here, eye-level with her chest, is trapped in your lungs. “.. look at me, darling.”

It takes everything within you not to moan once you meet her gaze and realize she looks absolutely ravenous: pupils blown, tongue running slowly along the length of her bottom lip as she watches you. Chest rising and falling in time with her rapid heartbeat.

“Oh.”

Your lips meet in a hot, desperate clash of tongue and teeth, no indication as to who’s moved first. You grasp wildly at her forearms, shoulders, neck - any stretch of skin you can dig your fingertips into, pushing yourself up as tall as you can to reach further into her. A phone rings somewhere off to your left and you grunt, shoving the contents of your desk off to the side in a clatter. Larissa laughs.

“Eager, are we?” Before you can form a coherent response she’s making a grab for your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the top of the desk and parting your legs as she comes to stand between them. A shiver rolls through you toe-to-spine as her fingernails drag tantalizingly - painstakingly - up your sides, rounding out at the tops of your shoulders and coming down so harsh along your back you’re positive she’s marked you through your blouse. You whimper despite a valiant effort not to, eliciting a devilish smirk from the blonde.

“Larissa, th-the door. Please.” She’s nothing if not sensible, immediately abandoning the space between your legs to switch the lock with a satisfying ‘thunk’. The less pronounced sound of a shade being drawn reaches you, as well, before the steady refrain of her high heels against linoleum. You keep your eyes trained on the climbing rows of seats before you, the anticipation of her sudden touch, unforeseen, curling deep within your stomach.

Her footfalls grow slower as she comes to stand behind you. Just over the sound of your own heavily beating heart can you hear her breathing, pitchy and shallow, in the expanse above your head. Neither of you budge. A tingle on your right tells you she’s on the move, hovering at your shoulder. The suspense tightens in your core as you imagine her phantom touch in the very places you ache for her–––and you tighten your grip on the desk’s edge in order to suppress the urge to spin around and jump her.

A passing group of muffled voices - students - evidently inspires Larissa to act first, however, as she clamps a hand over your mouth and pulls you flush against her, back-to-front. Her breath is hot on your neck.

“Shh, sh… Not .. a .. peep, Ms. L/N…” You nod against the force of her grip on your face, biting back the impulsive desire to take her fingers into your mouth. It’s only when her other hand sneaks around the softness of your waist, sinks down, down, and under the hem of your skirt that you realize exactly what she has planned for you. It’s bold, especially for someone like Larissa, whose dedication to this school and its students comes before all else–––which prompts you to wonder what kind of day she’s had and if she’ll be taking it out on you, one frustration at a time.

The thought makes you squirm. A pool of wet heat’s collecting between your legs at her touch and she finds it with a swiftness, applying a searching pressure along the entire length of your sex, humming against the shell of your ear when her fingertips meet the strip of dampness there.

“Such a slut,” she rumbles. Your teeth come down hard onto the inside of your cheek, eyelids fluttering on their own accord the moment Larissa nips at your earlobe. Christ, she’s already ruined you. She sweeps the satin of your panties aside and immediately presses a finger against your core without warning, and your entire body jerks at the feeling, hopelessly attempting to choose between pressing itself further back into her warmth or to thrust itself in the chase of her fingers. You’re left somewhere in the middle, head braced against her shoulder while your hips slide against the top of the desk towards her touch.

A flash of blonde and bright red swoops into your peripheral at the same time that her hand shifts to cup you: “I’m going to remove this hand now,” her nails dig sharp into your cheek, “but if you make so much as a whimper…” The threat tapers off but her meaning is clear: there’s a punishment lurking there that you won’t enjoy. You nod again, shakily this time as your chest heaves.

“That’s my darling girl.” At your assent her hand migrates from your mouth to the swell of a breast, kneading harshly in tandem with the rolling movements of her other hand, the heel of her palm pressed against your clit, fingertips resting just at your entrance. Any dignity you may have had is quickly fleeting; Larissa’s intoxicating, overwhelming, robbing you of all sense with just her fingers. You reach a hand behind you to grip the back of her neck, urgent as you search for some semblance of relief. The word ‘please’ balances precariously along your tongue.

It almost slips out when she sinks her teeth into your shoulder, hard, and simultaneously buries two fingers into your cunt. Every ounce of breath left in your lungs rushes from you at once as she sets a punishing pace. The distant thought that you’re both somehow still fully clothed echoes against the back of your skull, but it’s overrun by the sensation of her fingers tightly curled inside you, nearly rocking you with their force. Simultaneously, she presses absent, open-mouthed kisses to the skin almost broken by her teeth, drifting to the space where shoulder meets neck, below your ear, the edge of your jaw.

“You’re mine.” Larissa’s voice is coarse with desire. It’s a new declaration, tongue flicking out with her words as the taller woman twists a nipple between her fingers. She’s claiming you for herself, hardly a month into the term, and you’d be entirely out of your mind to complain. Suddenly the number of times your eyes have met during staff meetings, the lingering touches when she passed by or handed a paper off to you, her willingness to compliment your work at every turn has taken on new meaning.

Her thumb seeks out that little bundle of nerves, hitting each new wave of pleasure that the pumping of her fingers brings with excruciating accuracy. You’re so close, throbbing, and when her hips buck and collide with your back your breath hitches, indistinguishable from a squeak, … and it’s then that you realize you’ve ruined it.

Her fingers stall inside of you abruptly, the others that are clamped around your nipple finding a sudden homeostasis of pressure.

Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m s-sorry, I––” You’re on your back, no longer supported by her weight, her fingers roughly pulled from you.

“I gave you very clear instructions,” she all but growls, staring down at you now.

You swallow. Loudly. Your legs are shaking at the loss of her touch, teetering still on the edge of an explosive climax.

“If you’re not going to listen,” Larissa grits out, hiking her dress up over her thighs, “then you’re not going to cum. Now earn it.” Without another word she yanks you back by the shoulders and moves to straddle your face, hands planted at either side of your waist. It takes only a second to right yourself–––and then you’re wrapping your arms firm around her thighs, flattening your tongue along the slickness of her cunt.

No underwear.

She had every intention of being serviced when she came to your classroom unannounced, greeted your students, faked literary smalltalk. You’re a toy to her, a pet she knows with absolute certainty will kneel when called. Fuck. You could bring yourself over that edge with her taste alone. A natural tradeoff.

Larissa jolts above you and you lap at her with a renewed fervency, sliding the tip of your tongue between her folds, plunging into her as deep as you can from this position. The heat of her soaks your face: she’s sharp and metallic, a lingering note of something deliciously tangy. You’re going to taste her in your dreams for weeks after this. You’re vaguely aware of her hand on your chest as you alternate swirling your tongue along her, rolling in waves, and sucking her swollen clit into your mouth hungrily.

“Tch, right there, darling,” she murmurs, pitching her hips as she rides you. “That’s it.” Her voice trembles at the pace of her increasingly frantic rocking, breaths coming in heavier than before. Your smugness at unraveling her so quickly, so efficiently, is surpassed by the raw desire that rushes to your core when she weaves a hand through your hair and uses it to balance herself against your face, to more thoroughly fuck herself into reckless abandon.

One of your hands adjusts to squeeze a handful of ass, the other still fastened tightly around her thigh. The supple skin there twitches and you know she’s close, doubling-down on your devotion to her clit. You have a feeling you know what it’ll take, and with a gentle scrape of your teeth you’re rewarded, savoring the juices that flow from her as she clamps down on your face, quaking. She sounds heavenly as she cums: Larissa whines into the collar of her dress, breathing in short, sharp bursts that come in a heady mix of gasps and whimpers. There’s no disguising what’s happening to anyone on the outside; you entertain the bemused thought that in punishing you, Principal Weems has violated her own rules at least once over.

It takes her a moment to dismount but you pass the time in contentment, nipping at her inner thigh, tonguing the arousal there, gathering the residual cum in your mouth. Just like ambrosia, fucking nectar. When she does finally lift herself away from your mouth, she has to grip the desk with both hands.

You take it as a sign of a job well done.

Your eyes follow her, upside down still from your position, as she pulls her skirt back down over her ass and shimmies into place, smoothing her blouse down with it. When she meets your gaze, there’s a deepening blush spread across her cheeks.

“Well. You’ve certainly proven yourself capable of following directions. There’s no excuse as to why you can’t continue to adhere to any rules I provide, hm?” If it were that easy you wouldn’t have found yourself on your back in the first place, but there’s no doubt she’s fully - perhaps gleefully - aware of the fact. In an effort to abide by those rules you only nod in response, wary of what a verbalization will bring you–––but this rule is evidently a time-sensitive one, indicated by her bemused smirk.

“You may use your words now, pet.”

“I’ll follow directions.”

“I’ll follow directions what?” Larissa approaches again, a softer air about her now despite the firmness in her voice, and eases you up with her hands beneath your shoulders. She turns you to face her, guiding your legs up and over the top of the desk. When she looks at you expectantly, you respond with an honest hesitation.

“I–– I’m not sure what you like to be called.” You’re not sure what you’re expecting her response to be either, but what you’re met with is a dazzlingly grand smile.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” You suck in a sharp breath; that went straight to your cunt. You can feel the warmth unfurl across your face at the praise and purse your lips in a rare lapse of shyness. “Mistress or Mommy – whichever your preference.”

The instinct to whimper is an ardent one. You’re exceedingly aware of the backwards order of things, only now discussing titles and retroactively negotiating, no prior agreement on limits or safewords, but it’s too little too late to pretend you’re bothered by it. No one’s ever accused you of listening to your brain over your libido, and Larissa’s looking far too smitten with you to start changing that now.

“I’ll follow directions, Mommy.” Her hands come up to cradle both of your cheeks, thumbs working gently over the blush that still remains. You’re promptly reminded of how she felt straddling those very same cheeks and feel all the blood rush to your face once more.

“Thank you, darling.” Your hips wriggle in anticipation when Larissa leans in to brush her lips against yours––but she’s instead reaching around you to grab a tissue from your desk. “Here,” she says, rubbing at your chin with a delicateness only she could muster. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You watch as she works in silence, tilting your head to and fro with her prodding hands, studying the faint wrinkles beneath her eyes and along her forehead. The right corner of her lips draws downward as she focuses, tongue peeking out in concentration. Her brows raise, just minutely. There’s something of a twinkle in her eye when she wipes away your ruined lipstick.

She’s beautiful.

“What?”

“–––Hm?” You freeze at the same time her hand does, though Larissa proceeds within the matter of a second like she never stopped, a renewed smirk lined in crimson.

“Beautiful, is that so?” You imagine your face matches the color of her lipstick, and not due to a frenzied makeout session. She doesn’t seem perturbed by the admission, however … may in fact even enjoy your little slip-up, so you might as well own up.

“.. Yes. Is that alright?” She snorts but covers it just as quickly with the back of her hand.

“Of course,” which translates to: Do you really have to ask?

Larissa pulls away and tosses the tissue into a wastebasket beneath your desk, still smiling rather haughtily. Her hands clasp in front of her as the image of the consummate headmistress falls back into place. At this point you think she’s figured out that disregarding your own orgasm isn’t much of a punishment when you so thoroughly enjoyed ravishing her; no doubt she’ll have something far less agreeable lined up for the next time you disobey.

“I enjoyed this.. ‘private lesson’ on the nuances of literary hedonism. Perhaps we could schedule another? If you’d be amenable?” It’s largely symbolic––this will happen again. And again. And possibly again. But Larissa’s offering something valuable to you: The power to decide how, when, and where this will play, if at all. The gesture doesn’t escape you.

You slip off of the desk and take slow, measured steps towards her, coming to a rest with less than a foot between you. A hint of anxiety slips through her otherwise flawless mask and you reach up nearly on tiptoe to smooth it away. “I’d like that. Maybe a coffee date is in order first,” which translates to: God yes please, but we are going to have to discuss things before we make a habit of this. Larissa releases a relieved breath and nods, covering your hand with her own.

“The Weathervane? Thursday, during your lunch period?”

“Sounds perfect.”

She leaves soon after you schedule your next rendezvous, but not before settling you into a breathless haze with a series of intense, bruising kisses, her hands snugly fitted into your back pockets.

One orgasm that wasn’t even yours and you’re already whipped. God help you.

#apologies for any mistakes! i tried my best :')#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems imagine #larissa weems x f!reader #larissa weems smut #larissa weems reader insert #larissa weems x you

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diacripticcomplex · 6 months

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Shu x Yui Smutfic (panel inspo)

Shu's POV:

It was getting late already, I had no idea where she ran off too...I noticed a bunch of these annoying loud humans already leaving to go home, I honestly could just leave her here..but that might be more troublesome in the long run. I walk door to door searching each classroom. "Sakamaki Shu, do you need help?" some weird smelling human asks me, I don't know why she thinks she can just talk to me like we know each other, I don't even look at this weird girl and I just walk away, too bothersome to spark up a conversation with a random person. Yo where the fuck was she??? I feel myself getting irritated, I don't like her or anything like that..I mean I don't think I do, I like her blood though, she's a valuable prey afterall.

I passed by a closed classroom and noticed platinum blonde hair through the skinny door window, that's gotta be her...who the fuck was in there with her...? Some human guy..? What is this feeling? I don't give a fuck about her, and I don't like her so why am I feeling this way..? Before I could even think, I acted and opened the door, I wasn't being myself today...I have no idea what's gotten into me. "Shu!?" she shrieks out, her shirt was all messed up and her lips looked puffy. "Sakamaki Shu...oh shit." the human dweeb said. I look at him and stare at him coldly. I noticed his belt was unbuckled. "Hm..what's going on here? some oral?" I ask, honestly don't even want to know the answer, but she quickly denies it, good...as she shouldn't give anyone oral but me. "It's not even like that man, we were practicing CPR for our health assignment, we're partners." he explained himself, I tune him out already not caring for this situation anymore, but I wanted him to get it through his ugly human head, this immorally corrupted woman belongs to me.

I walk up to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close to me, lifting her chin. I take my thumb and jab my nail into her lower lip, causing her to bleed slightly, with that I went in for a kiss, I made sure to show off to that dunce of a human, I forced my tongue into her mouth, she was squirming with embarrassment as well, I liked it. She was lightly moaning into the kissing, but that's fine, I want to hear that. "Woah man, you're so shameless.." the human stated, I gave him the meanest side eye, then took my hand and put it up her skirt, using my fingers to stroke her already soaked area. I pull away from the kissing, and turn her around, her back was pressed to my chest, but this gave me more access and I was able to touch her cute butt easily, I liked how it felt in my hand...I don't like her let me just keep clearing that up, but she is my prey, so I can do as I wish with her.

"Yo, are you going to keep watching..? " I ask the human, he looks too stunned to speak. "You're a pervert..getting turned on by this girl like that..you hear that? She's moaning to me, for me..if you value your mediocre life you'll leave..."I threaten him, I don't like conflict but ripping out a human's throat doesn't even register as a challenge, I could do that in my sleep. “Man you’re sick…I’m leaving sorry Komori I’m not going to be your partner for the health assignment, your boyfriend is nuts!” He shouted and left, so nosy. But back to her, I was doing a great job making sure she was dripping wet, her getting like this was doing it for me, I wouldn’t mind fucking her here…

“Shu what are you doing..?!” She cried out panicking, I pushed her up against the window so everyone could see, I ripped her clothes off exposing her nakedness, pressing her firming against the cold window, I couldn’t see but I knew for a fact her nipples got super hard. I pulled down my pants a lil and held my part in my hand, smacking it on her butt teasingly, “beg for it..” I whisper in her ear, then I pull her hair back, yanking it to be honest. She began to mumble something I couldn’t quite hear her clearly…not that it matters I shove my part into her…fuck she was stupid wet. I wanted to savor this. I was thrusting slowly , gripping her butt in both my hands making sure my finger prints would be bright red on her skin, I started drastically going faster, then blood rushed to my dick because all I was thinking about was busting a nut deep inside of her.

“S..Shu..! please…this…this is embarrassing everyone can see!” She moaned out, she’s a masochistic slut, she doesn’t actually care if people are watching, she’s getting wetter so I know her body is enjoying this at least, her mouth has always been dishonest. I pull out from her, then grab her by the face and prying open her mouth and shoving my piece deep in there before nutting deep into her throat, she was gagging and gurgling at that, good she’s so much more hot like this.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #dialovers #yui komori #diabolik brothers #diahell #shu sakamaki #smut #shu x yui #yui x shu #smut diabolik lovers #smut fiction #manga panel #more blood manga #manga and anime #anime and manga

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coveted-covey · 6 months

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Word count: 1,063

You really don’t know when it started.

He’s always been the same, and you’ve always been the same, except that you can’t help but feel that something changed lately.

You stare at your childhood friend of 10 years. Cove’s eyes are crinkled, waving his hands animatedly as he tells a story about his volunteer shift just earlier this afternoon.

“And then the team leader fell on his butt the exact moment the wave came in!” He slaps his knee in glee, laughing out loud as he relives the funny moment. You couldn’t help but share his mirth, laughing along. “We were all stifling our laughter, I swear–”

Cove’s iconic eyebrows were downturned as he heaved in laughter. This could easily be one of the best sceneries you’ve ever been blessed to witness, you caught yourself thinking.

His laughter slowly dies down into softer chuckles, then he fixes his gaze onto you. “Why are you staring so much? Is there something on my face?”

“H-whu?” You broke out of your daydreaming, eyes immediately flicking onto the ocean. You feel your cheeks and ears burn in embarrassment. “No, no. Don’t worry about it!” You waved your hands dismissively, hoping that he does not grill you about getting caught staring at him.

You could still feel his eyes burning into you, and you desperately hope that the ground opens up right at that moment to swallow you and shame whole.

“Um, hey! D-do you wanna start walking home now?” You stammer, looking anywhere but him. You stood up from the swing you were sitting on, immediately taking steps away from the playground before Cove even gets a word in.

Long strides turn into heavy jogs behind you and you try to keep a straight face as you walk-run from the scene of unbearable shame. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks once he catches up, which did not take too long considering his skyscraper height.

You try not to gulp a huge lungfuls of air in succession. “Yep, I am!” You hold the air you inhaled, not able to breathe it out right away. You walk side by side with you stuck in that reverie, and you could feel his gaze every now and then, concern etching onto his features.

You were trying to steady your breathing when your lungs and diaphragm finally gave out, making you hiccup. The seagreen-haired boy beside you flinched. “Seriously, [Name]. What’s going on–” He reached out to grab your arm, wavy eyebrows furrowed.

You feel your eyes burning in mortification. Good God…

As much as you could, you try to swallow air and relax your diaphragm. “I’m alright, really–” Another hiccup. “Darn it!”

You glare at the ground, arms rigid at your sides. This is literally the worst moment to do this.

“I…”

Your best friend waits for you patiently, trying to calm you down by rubbing your arms gently. After a few beats of you not continuing, he sighs softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Tears finally well up and fall to your feet.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whisper in the smallest voice he’s ever heard you in.

You almost sob when he slowly retracts his hands from you, falling at his sides. You scowl at the ground some more, self-hatred boiling the longer he does not respond. That’s it. Ten years, ruined. Just like that. Stupid, stupid [Name]!

Your hiccup breaks him out of his own pondering. “[Name]...”

“I’m so sorry…” you whimper, shoulders starting to shake in hurt and humiliation. You bring your hands to your face, attempting to wipe away the tears that keep on flowing.

Cove frowns and steps closer to you. He wordlessly holds you in his arms, letting you stain his shirt with your tears. Despite the shame, you let yourself grasp onto him, pouring your heart out in sobs and hiccups as Cove rubs his hand on your back.

He breathes out a sigh then whispers softly, “Why are you upset that you confessed to me?”

“Because!” you start, whining. “I ruined our friendship! And despite me doing that I’m still shameless enough to let you comfort me!”

Cove’s chuckle shakes you both. “You silly goose.” His arms tighten around you and you feel a soft pressure on your temple. “Would it ruin our friendship if I feel the same way?” He laughs again. “Ah, I guess it checks out. Because the obvious progression from friendship is–”

“Hang on,” you pull away a bit, arms still around his waist. “You…” Another hiccup. “You feel the same way?”

The face you always love to look at blooms red, his lips wobbly. “Well… Yeah…” He scratches his neck bashfully. “I’ve always meant to tell you but you beat me into it. And what’s more, you were so upset that you made the confession. What would a guy think?”

A laugh startles out of you. “Oh my God. All these tears, and for what?” You laugh at the silly situation you found yourselves in. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You lean your forehead onto his chest.

“Only if you want to,” came the reply, hints of a smirk obvious in his voice

“Okay, then. Since you asked so nicely,” you teased, looking up at him.

He laughs at your banter, then uses his thumbs to gently wipe away your tears. “Will you let us graduate from being childhood best friends and finally be boyfriend-girlfriend, ending my once-thought-to-be one-sided pining of 10 years?”

You slap his chest lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You share a laugh, letting go of each other’s hug, but your hands automatically reaching for each other as you walk up the hill.

~*~

“Guess what?” Liz bursts into your room after 2 knocks on your door.

“Hmm?” You look up from your phone.

“Mom, Ma, and I saw something very rom-comy just a few minutes before you got home. Unlucky you didn’t see it! Best rom-com of the year, not gonna lie!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, there was this teenage couple, probably childhood friends, who were crying and holding each other on the street. It was almost sweet if it wasn’t so cringe, granted that I know the two of them–” she teased.

“Oh my God, Liz?!”

Your older sister just cackles and slams your door close as you try to throw a pillow at her.

fic by @coveted-covey (2023).

#divider by @cafekitsune #cove holden x reader #cove holden fluff #cove holden x reader fluff #cove holden x you #this is my first fic on this site oml #i'm gonna cry. i got possessed by something after replaying Step 4 #or well... the save file started from when MC texted him to come over lolol. and then i just finished the game from there...#cove holden the man that you are #why aren't you real #god help me idk how to format web Tumblr #not beta read 🧎‍♀️

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ashersanity · 3 months

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Dropping by to say omg AUGHH I love your writing! Always gets me hooked and gets me to scroll till the end, especially the Whitney stuff-

Idk if this has been asked/answered before, but Whitney piercing headcanons? What spots they might have chosen? I've always imagined they had a fuck ton of metal rings and studs-

That where the spam liking is coming from? I’ve been getting lots of spam likers lately, not that I mind but it’s nerve inducing whenever someone randomly likes a recent post only to pull up with one from months ago out of nowhere. Just where the fuck are you guys finding these things? Usually sift through someone’s blog by their top posts or recent posts in order, maybe per a specific tag then too. Appreciate it though, thanks.

Whitney piercings.. have been on my mind lately too. I’ve got a tongue piercing scheduled soon so this is wildly timed well.

content warning! accidental self-harm? whitney tries to pierce some things themselves, fucking fails. blood. do not attempt to do these at home, you stupid fucks.

Know one would likely think that’s Whitney’s first piercings would be the regular earrings shit but to me, it was the tongue they did first. Y’know, it’s easily hidden behind the tight line of their lips firmly pressed together, not that the bitch doesn’t openly show off the muscle whenever they get the chance to whenever they speak, but can get away it. Maybe their parents would disapprove though the bully doubts so themselves, don’t got the money to get such a procedure so they settle on a handcraft piercing for their tongue. Where’d they find the gleaming pearl to do that? Who knows really.

Pulls up with some random tutorial on their phone, cheap and blurry camera with the instructions unclear but by god, Whitney does some dumbass decisions at times and this is one of them. Would be lying if they didn’t hesitate for a bit, shit, they’re going to get that damn piercing whether their dad or mom, both likes it or not. Sharp needle fisted in their hand, tongue peeking out and does it go well? Fuck no. Yells out a curse as stray droplets of blood drip across the tiled floor of their narrow bathroom space, leaving fresh, bloodied marks in their wake. Wasn’t all that serious of an injury, least not to the delinquent where it caused serious, permanent damage. Begrudgingly gets it done by a professional the next time, slight flush on their face from the sheer embarrassment of having failed pathetically so.

Next were earrings, the typical way that it’s done with an ice cube and of course, a needle again. Got an infection for a week, the blonde heals fast. Doesn’t affect them all that much other than the annoying routine of having to apply the same disinfectant over the surface of their swollen skin for a week straight. I’m talking a couple of rings wrapped over their ear shells and lobe, typically sharp since it suits them. Probably has snake bites too, seen too many arts to not say so otherwise and they like the look of it.

Genitals.. Yeah, the genitals for sure. Whitney wants to enhance their sex experience and fuck, do they love to hear a bitch squealing from the friction of the glinting metal fresh against their skin, lightly kicking back.

Whitney with a dick? Jacob ladder piercing, the bars set upon the length of their dick, ranging from their base to the flushed tip oozing pre-cum. Likes to specially tease you with it, making you count the number of bars as they slowly sink into your stretched out hole, struggling to form coherent words from being stuffed so full by a fat cock. You fail? They’re doing it all over again till you get it right.

Whitney with a pussy? Labia piercing. (Seen them before but I had to search that shit up for the name.) Rings snugly tucked around their clit, sensation all the more heavy as they comfortably grind themselves down on your lap at the pub, shameless in their erotic display. If you’re eating them out whenever or wherever, a light flick of your tongue across their drooling clit is enough to have them dizzyingly stupid and moaning, head thrown back.

Nipples, the fucking nipples. Visible against the shirt they wear beneath their scruff, leathered jacket, proudly standing erect. I’d say this is actually one of the main bodily weaknesses of the bully. Sure, their genitals is definitely an erogenous zone, but play with the pink buds a bit and you have yourself a whimpering Whitney struggling not to cum from your playful touches alone.

Know this isn’t about piercings but thanks to @princesstokyomoon, I’m convinced this motherfucker has a womb tatt regardless of gender and you get a slight glimpse of it whenever they’re out and about with only their old, grey sweats on. Hipbones right above the elastic waistband, trailing below the inked art. Fucking.. Fucking stupid bitch whining at the press of your palm flat against that exact area.

#I made this longer than I should #happens whenever we’re talking about whitney headcanons #I’ve got specific shit for the bully in my mind #they were one of those kids with bunch of bandages slapped on from the amount of bruises they’d get #no. they didn’t grow out of it — just doesn’t bandage themselves anymore #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #dol whitney #curious anon #asher gets asks #asher writes

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the-cookie-of-doom · 1 month

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double dipping wip asks for PROSTITUTE CHAY??!????!???!

Send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!

Answering these together, here's the first one

One of the funniest parts of this AU is that Kim always pays for Chay's time when they hang out together, but Chay refuses to accept the money. He just uses it to fund their dates/gifts for Kim. It literally does not matter how broke he is, it's the principle. He's trying to prove he wants Kim, not just his money, dang it!

There's the tiniest bit of angst in that as much as Kim enjoys spending time with Chay, he is genuinely worried that it's only about the money, and Chay will eventually get tired of him. But Chay is working very hard to prove that will never happen.

Here is your 500 words!

Kim had to give it to Tankhun, his brother had impeccable taste. From the elaborate decorations to the scantily-clad escorts furnishing the venue, every inch of the party was drenched in excess splendor. Khun had spared no expense in celebrating his 30th birthday. A number of escorts approached Kim throughout the night. None of them caught his interest. He stayed mostly at his brother’s side, rolling his eyes at the pretty boys that managed to draw Kinn’s eye, sharing a private laugh with Khun with their middle brother snuck off to partake in their offerings. “I don’t understand why you did all of this,” Kim said. His brother had never seemed particularly interested in sex, and while he could easily afford to rent what seemed to be an entire company of escorts for the night, Kim couldn’t see the point. “I like pretty things,” Khun sniffed. His eyes traced the path of a shirtless, handsome man as he passed by with a tray of drinks, a pair of smart glasses perched on his nose and a look of intense concentration on his face. Khun snagged a glass as he passed then turned to Kim with a smirk, patting his cheek. “That's why you’re my favorite brother.” Khun’s favoritism was even more fickle than their father’s, but it wasn’t nearly as cruel, so Kim allowed it. He would appreciate his new status until he inevitably did something to annoy him again; or until Kinn won him back with a no-doubt ostentatious gift. “Ooh, look at that one, isn’t he a darling?” Kim followed Khun’s shameless pointing; it wasn’t hard to figure out just who had earned his attention. The boy looked entirely out of place. While everyone around him was clad in their best haute couture—dressed for a gala, no one willing to be called out by Tankhun’s shrewd eye, and even Kim let Khun design his outfit for the night—the young man wore a simple button down shirt and slacks. His smile was endearingly awkward as he tripped over seemingly nothing, letting himself be caught in the arms of a guest more interested in looking at his ass than breaking his fall. “It’s a good act,” was all Kim said. While most of the escorts were presenting themselves as sensual, tempting things, hiding behind coy smiles even as they bared their bodies in invitation, Kim could see the appeal of the naïve ingenue. Eventually Tankhun wandered off to mingle with his guests, thriving under their verbose praise, and Kim was left to his own devices. It didn’t take long for the boy he’d noticed to find his way to Kim’s side. Kim watched him try the same trick on two other guest, tripping into their arms and giggling in their ears as he thanked them. Most entertained him for a few minutes, then brushed him off in favor of more tantalizing company. After the third attempt he’d locked eyes with Kim, an embarrassed flush creeping across his round cheeks. He swiped two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and made his way over. “I guess I’m caught, huh?”

#cookie writes #kimchay

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 13: Company

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“YAH! Jungkook you better not drop me I swear,” I yell into his ear, my body practically melting into his. I'm too embarrassed to admit the poor judgement of my swimming skills or rather the lack of them, but evidently, I would simply drown without Jungkook's support. Pulling me closer, he tightens his grip, one hand on my back as the other caresses my thigh.

“Peaches, how am I supposed to breathe?” he chuckles, tucking some hair strands behind my ear. Gaze focused on the panic in my eyes, he enjoys the lack of space between us. Would stay like this forever if it was up to him.

As the water barely covers the top of my bikini Jungkook lowers his gaze onto my chest, leaning in closer to place soft kisses. My body whimpers at the sensation as I scan our surroundings making sure no one else is witnessing this shameless sight.

“Jungkook! What the heck??” I exclaim quietly, slapping his tattooed forearm.

“Why did you cover them?” Jungkook whispers into my ear, waving at Jimin and Jiah who were sunbathing by the lake house.

“You mean why did I cover the hickeys that you left?” I scoff, rolling my eyes at his teasing.

“They wouldn’t know it was me,” he suggests, missing the bigger picture of the situation. The absolute public embarrassment I would face parading the purple marks on my chest as if it were a regular occurrence.

“Oh yeah, you're right, I bet Tae would have loved to cover me in kisses,” I tease back, letting out a small chuckle as his orbs darken.

“Behave Peaches,” he whispers, with a more serious tone. Ignoring his hints of jealousy, I wave to Tae who was setting up the barbecue grill. Letting out a boxy smile, he smiles back, sending me a flying kiss. The wink at the end was enough to trigger Jungkook’s jealousy as his hands loosened their grip on my body, dipping me slightly.

“YAH! Are you insane?” I yell brows furrowed at his little game.

“I told you to behave didn’t I?” he scoffs back as his tongue pokes the side of his cheek. Moving his body closer to mine, his hands are back on my thighs, face inches away from mine. Making sure that my form is hidden behind his broad back, his hands reach behind to untie the strings of my bikini top. With no time or opportunity for objections, I am left half-naked in front of his hungry eyes.

“I bet Tae would have loved the sight but I’m the only one that gets to enjoy it,” he whispers, voice mumbling into my breasts, as his lips dominate the soft skin. Our bodies melt into one, his touch is needy. Cupping my left boob, he sucks on the hard nipple, looking up to see the mess I’m in. Eyes closed, I bite my lips to suppress the soft moans dying to escape.

“Jungkook …” I manage to let out, squeezing his forearm to get his attention. His gaze is hazed as our eyes meet again. Caressing the purple hues on my skin he gives me a quick peck before tying the strings back as Jimin calls us for lunch.

“Mhhm, Tae that smells delicious,” we exclaim in unison, eyes focused on the table full of food. Jimin mentioned how Tae enjoys cooking but today was the first time I got to enjoy his hobby. It truly was scrumptious, to the point that if Nursing doesn't work out he could easily just open a restaurant and live peacefully. I, on the other hand, can successfully “make” a perfect boiled egg … but, to each their own I guess.

“So, you all go to the same university?” Sohee asks as Jimin takes out some cans of beer from the ice bucket.

“Yeah, Tae and Mira are actually in the same major too,” Jiah chuckles, looking at the two of us. To be honest, as much as I tease Jungkook about Tae's potential liking for me, it's obvious that we give off more brother-sister vibes than anything else. Very platonic and light-hearted. Although Tae is conventionally very attractive, with his tall, slim figure and a sense of charisma on his face, I've fallen for Jungkook’s buff, macho-man style. Don't tell him that though, he is already too full of himself.

“What about you, Sohee? Do you go to university as well?” Tae asks, passing more perilla leaves to Jungkook. Before I can even reach for one, he gently slaps my hand out of the way, proceeding to make it himself. Wrapping everything into one compact bite Jungkook signals for me to open my mouth as he continues to feed me. Sensing the suspicion in the way everyone stopped what they were doing, he quickly stuffs another leaf into Tae's mouth.

“There you go buddy,” Jungkook lets out a chuckle, patting Tae’s back as the poor guy chokes from the sudden shock.

“Yeah, I'm actually majoring in Kinesiology, hoping to become a physiotherapist,” Sohee replies with a soft smile.

“Oh no way, Jungkook is also in Kinesiology,” Jimin claps at the news, pointing at Jungkook who is busy wiping the hot sauce from the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah, hahaha I can tell,” Sohee lets out a giggle, gaze focused on Jungkook's exposed biceps. Suddenly I'm the one choking, eyes tearing up, face flushed.

“Miraya, are you ok?” Jiah exclaims, passing a glass of water.

“I'm fine, sorry guys,” I reply softly, wiping the tears from my eyes as Jungkook caresses my thigh under the table. Is this what he feels when I bring up Tae? I don't blame Sohee for having good taste but how do I nicely let her know to back off without blowing my cover?

2:30 a.m.

I've been in bed for 3 hours now and yet, nothing. Wide awake, my body is begging for some rest while my brain is busy analyzing the conversation from dinner. Shaking my head I try to focus on the rain sounds coming from my phone, before succumbing to the desire of wanting to check up on Jungkook. He is a simple guy, once his head touches the pillow he is out like a light, so the chances of him being awake are very slim. Nonetheless, I close the door behind me, checking to see that all the lights are off before tiptoeing towards the other house.

Keeping my breathing to a minimum as I pass by Jimin and Tae’s rooms, my pace slows down. Standing in front of Jungkook’s door I can feel the adrenaline rush, which sounds pathetic considering the fact that it's 3 am and I’m sneaking out to see a boy. That is until the said boy’s door creaks open, meeting my wide eyes as his hand reaches for mine.

“Where were you going?” Jungkook whispers, moving closer as my back presses against the door.

“I … wanted some water,” I quickly exclaim, trying to avoid his eyes.

“The kitchen is downstairs though,” he chuckles as his bunny teeth peek through the teasing grin.

“Yeah, I know … I was just getting my steps in,” my voice remains neutral as his hands glide down to my waist. “Where were you going?”

“To you,” he replies quickly, gaze focused on my lips as his forehead rests on mine. See, social anxiety literally fears him because how is he so comfortable voicing his intentions and needs? I almost went into labour trying to ease the suspicion before stuttering my way through the lies, but he can just say what's on his mind? I wish.

“You know, I didn’t take you for the jealous type,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on the soft flesh as I picture Sohee’s eyes on him.

“Well, I didn’t take you for a boob guy but you sure had fun in the lake,” I tease back, hands now resting on his exposed chest. Meeting my eyes, a needy grin forms on his face as our lips inch closer. Wrapping my hands around his neck, my back hits the soft duvet as Jungkook hovers on top.

“I wanted to do more but we had company,” he says softly, arms on either side of my form. Pulling him closer, I roll us over straddling his thighs as his head leans back, simply enjoying the view.

“Oh? What did Jungkook want to do?” I tease, tracing little hearts on his chest.

“You, wasn't it obvious,” he chuckles as I try to loosen his grip, before being pulled into his embrace. Tucking some hair strands behind my ear, Jungkook places a soft kiss on my forehead. Snuggling into his warm chest, I caress his soft skin, leaving little kisses on his neck.

“You're very warm,” I hum as his hands rub my back.

“I think you meant hot, most people would use the word hot,” he grins, peeking at my face.

“It's unbelievable how big your ego is,”

“I got bigger things,” he chuckles, as I slap his forearm before attempting to move.

“I'm leaving,”

“No, I'm kidding, please come back,” he whispers, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Grinning at his needy state, I pull him closer as his face rests on my chest, arms wrapped around my waist.

“Goodnight Jungkook,” I whisper, feeling my body finally give in to the fatigue.

“Goodnight Peaches,”

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