#and proceeded to mess with his pants for far too long

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 24- Miguel x Chubby!Reader (Praise Kink)

*Requested by several readers ;) *

        Miguel was a very popular man. He was tall, fit and very sexy. There were a lot of women who tried to get Miguel's attention. Each one trying every kind of which way to get into his pants. None of them succeeded. You were Miguel's coworker at Alchemax. It was no lie to say that you were head over heels for the man; however, you felt like you were going to be like all the rest. Miguel was always so busy and never had time for anyone at work. You only got a few words in with him.

        There was also something else about Miguel that you were curious about. He would often disappear from his office, claiming to be working in his lab. You knew otherwise because you poked your head into his lab to find him. Miguel was always nowhere to be found. Whenever he went missing was when Spiderman was out fighting crime.

        Today was one of those days. This time you actually had paperwork to give to Miguel from your supervisor. You stood in front of his office, wondering when he would return. You lowered you head, hearing some of his coworkers talking. They were making fun of you. Out of all the girls who tried to get with Miguel, you were the only chubby one. It hurt. You had just as much of a chance as anyone else did. These guys were just being mean.

"Hm, (Y/N)? Were you waiting long?" Miguel asked as he opened his door. You flinched, caught off guard by his height,

"Um, no...I have this paperwork from my supervisor."

"Ah, right. I was waiting for those, come in." Miguel offered, opening the door to his office for you. You could feel your cheeks burn, "It's okay, I don't bite."

"Sorry,"

        You hurried into his office, still surprised that you actually were let in. Miguel watched as you stood in the middle of the room. His eyes were engraving every curve of your body. He was practically eye fucking you. Miguel offered you to sit and proceeded to give you a cup of coffee. You thanked him, placing the paperwork on the table. Miguel stood the seat beside you. He could sense your racing heart. You were so nervous, it was cute.

"So, (Y/N), are you seeing anyone?" He asked bluntly. Your eyes widen as your mouth went agape,

"N-NO! I-I mean, no...I'm not...Uh, why....why do you ask?" You were a stuttering mess, still shocked by the question. Miguel chuckled lowly,

"Because I want to take you out on a date."

        You nearly squeaked. You wanted to believe this was a dream, but you were fully awake. You were hesitant, but agreed to a date. Miguel gave you a time and day and offered to pick you up. You agreed and slowly left his office still in a frenzy. Part of you wanted to assume that this was a prank, but you were so happy. The one and only Miguel O'Hara had asked you out on a date. You were so excited.

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        You had successfully been on a few dates with Miguel. He was so kind to you, it was a nice change of pace. Miguel always complemented you, despite your worries. You were always self cautious about your weight. So whenever you went on a date, you always took forever to pick out an outfit. Miguel was far too nice for you. Sometimes you still wondered if this was a prank. Miguel was too good to be true. 

        Right now, you were standing in front of Miguel's home. He had invited you over for dinner at his place and you were extremely nervous. You took about ten minutes before finally knocking. Miguel opened his door with a warm smile. You were hesitant, but entered. Miguel's eyes were all over you.

"You look beautiful," He said, spooking you.

"T-Thank you."

"Don't be so nervous, muñeca. (doll)" Miguel chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen island. You huffed your cheeks slightly, wondering what he was calling you,

"I can't help it....You've been calling me that a lot...What does it mean?" You asked. Miguel stroked your cheek,

"Doll, you can search it up if you want." He noticed your hesitation, "You know you are beautiful,"

"You keep saying that."

        Miguel leaned down to kiss you. He grinned, watching your expression. Miguel loved praising you. You were a great distraction from his work life. From both jobs. Miguel held your chin, wanting to show you how much he cared about you. Giving you a plate, Miguel watched as you ate only a little bit. You always did. He sighed softly, wanting you to eat your fill. You said you were, but Miguel knew otherwise. He hummed, wanting to fill you up with something else.

        The two of you sat on the couch and just relaxed and watched a movie. Miguel had his arm over your shoulder, holding you close to him. This was sweet. You couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his features. Miguel noticed and stole a kiss from you. His large hand holding your cheek as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His other hand stroking your sides, giving your curves a nice squeeze. You whimpered, gently pulling away from him,

"Miguel..."

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, hovering over you on the couch, "You know you're beautiful, right?"

"B-But-"

"Shh, just let me know if you want to stop."

        You whimpered once more as Miguel kissed you feverishly. His hands all over your body. With ease, Miguel carried you from the couch to his bedroom. He could hear your heartbeat racing a mile a minute. You were nervous, yet wet. The scent of your arousal was turning Miguel on even more. Laying you on the bed, Miguel slid his hands under your dress. He wanted to feel every part of you. Your whimpers were cute, but he wanted to hear you moan.

        You moved your head as Miguel kept kissing your neck. He slid your dress off, causing you to yelp and cover yourself. Miguel moved you arms, holding them above your head. His tongue was tasting each part of you. He made swift work of your bra, groping your breasts. With a simple pinch of your nipple, Miguel finally heard you sweet moan. Oh, he was going to make sure you kept going.

        You felt embarrassed as Miguel sucked and played with your breasts. You have never felt this before. You gasped as Miguel's hand was now at your panties. His fingers rubbing against your clit. You tried to squirm, but he held your hips firmly in place.

"What's wrong, muñeca? Look at how lovely your body is reacting to me," Miguel groaned at the sight of you, "So fucking beautiful and all for me,"

"B-But-"

"Can't wait to finally taste you, my gorgeous muñeca,"

        You gasped as he removed your panties. Miguel leaned down and licked your clit while he entered a finger into your soaked pussy. You whined and moaned at the new sensation. Miguel was strong. He was holding you down while sucking on your sensitive bud. You felt a tight knot form, almost ready to burst. Miguel's finger was so big. He was stretching you out alone with his finger. It was hard to believe that this was happening.

"Taste so good. All for me," Miguel groaned, entering another finger, "Gotta get you ready for me. Voy a follar este hermoso coño tuyo. Voy a darle forma a tu coño a mi polla. todo para mi. (Going to fuck this beautiful pussy of yours. Going to shape your pussy to my dick. All for me)" 

        You weren't sure what he was saying, but Miguel was fucking you so good with his fingers. You body arched as he curled his fingers right against a sweet spot. The knot that you felt burst as you cam hard. Your pussy was clenching against his fingers, desperate for more. Miguel chuckled as you tried to move your hips against his hand. Miguel removed his fingers, licking them as he watched your pussy clench to nothing.

        He removed his pants and started to stroke his dick with your juices. Your eyes widen at his size. Was it going to fit. Miguel must have read your mind because he kissed you, rubbing his dick against your folds. You trembled under him as he kept toying with you. Miguel groaned as he spread your legs, placing them over his shoulders.

"W-Wait, aren't I-"

"Beautiful?" Miguel chuckled as he started to push his dick inside you, "Fuck, you're sucking me in faster than I'm giving you."

"A-Ah~ M-Mig..." You whined, squirming as he stretched you out.

        You cried softly as you felt his thick cock push its way inside you. Your mind grew hazy for a moment, still wondering if this was even happening. Miguel was handling you with ease as if you weigh as light as a feather. He kept complementing you and kept squeezing each fold of fat on your body. It made your heart flutter how loving he was. You gasped as you felt his tip hit your cervix, causing you to squirm under him. Miguel chuckled, grabbing your thick waist,

"Now, now, mami, look at you. The perfect women for me," Miguel groaned as he slowly pulled back, only to slap his dick back inside you, "Fuck, taking me all in. Such a fucking good girl, my beautiful muñeca."

"A-Ah~ M-Mig-"

"Your pussy keeps sucking me back in. Hn, so tight and just for me. Only I can have you." Miguel grunted as he slapped his hips into yours at a feverish pace, "So fucking good for me. So fucking cute. You're the only women for me, right (Y/N)?"

"Hah, y-yes," You moaned, reaching another orgasm, "Y-You're okay with my-"

"Shhh, don't degrade yourself," Miguel kissed you passionately as he slapped his cock deeper, releasing a heavy load, "Do you wanna know why I didn't date anyone else?"

"Mhpm," You nodded, shivering as he kept thrusting his dick inside you, pushing his cum back inside your womb.

"I only date the most beautiful girl in the world," He chuckled, watching you fluster, "Joder, puedo verte correrte contra mi polla toda la noche. (Fuck, I can watch you cum against my cock all night." He groaned.

        You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling your growing orgasm approaching again. Miguel easily picked you up, placing you on his lap as he continued to thrust into you. He loved watching you. Each part of your body was a favorite of his. Miguel hated how low you thought of yourself. He was going to have to fuck the idea out of your mind. He wanted to make sure you loved yourself as much as he loved you. Stroking your curves again, Miguel groaned as you cam against his dick,

"That's right, baby. Keep going," He nibbled on your tummy fat, "Lemme give you all of me."

'Miguel~!" You moaned out as he cam inside you again.

        Miguel fixed your hair as you leaned against him. He praised you for doing a good job and proceeded to carry you into the bathroom. His sweet words still echoing in your ear as he continued to praise you throughout the night.

#kinktober #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #spiderman atsv #miguel ohara

[moonlightndaydreams]

Imagine that you decide to take teasing with Han a bit too far. He has been all over you backstage to get a quickie and you eventually give in, wanting to teach him a lesson about patience. He makes you cum and you're sucking him off so good he's trapped in a sex gaze, not really conscious of his surroundings, until you stop abruptly when he's about to cum himself, zipping up his pants and fixing his clothes while he stares confused and lost. You make him stand up with a smile, telling him he has to leave for the performance, and you leave him there in the room before he can react.

When the show is over, he comes to find you...and he's not entirely happy..

So... I read this ask at 5am this morning in bed when I couldn't get back to sleep... Insomnia is very real. But my mind immediately began to formulate a devious little story for our Han Jisung + Reader.

18+ NSFW Han Jisung + Reader // vaginal sex // rough oral sex // hair pulling // rough fingering // sex in a semi public space where you could get caught // creampie // orgasm // orgasm denial // kind of mean but hot Han //

It was probably not a good idea to have tagged along to the show. All you did was distract him, making him all needy, his grabby hands clawing at the hem of your shirt. “Come on, baby, I have to touch you before I go out there.” He said “Come on, please baby, let me get a taste of your sweet pussy.”, “Come, on… no one will know.” He teased, even though, literally anyone would know what was going on if they happened to walk in the room.

“It won’t take long.” He whispered as he pushed you to sit on the makeup table, knocking bottles and brushes all over the place. “But Hannie,” you cried as he pushed your underwear to the side and his fingers squeezed into your very tight, very wet, very needy pussy. “You need to practice your vocal warm ups. You don’t have time for this… You need to wait until after the show.” You tried to sound stern. Han looked at you devilishly. “You’re right. I do need to do my vocal warm ups.” He said low, and he knelt down between your legs, lifting your skirt and pushing a thigh wide with his unoccupied hand. Han proceeded to practice his vocal warm ups, trills… all that, right against your clit, whilst his fingers roughly fucked you. You didn’t last all of five minutes before you were screaming his name and your legs shook around his head. Surely the others would have heard you, and Han secretly loved that idea.

He looked absolutely fucked out after you came all over his face, your wetness smeared all over his mouth and chin, messing up his stage makeup. “Baby,” he said with pleading eyes. “Can you suck me off before I go out there?” he bit his lip and stared at you with Bambi eyes.

He just would not be told that he didn’t have time for this. So you decided to be the biggest fucking tease. “Okay baby, sit on that chair there. Let me take care of you, okay? Sweet sweet baby.” You had his cock out in no time. It was already rock hard, you knew he wouldn’t last long as you stroked his length and teased the tip with your tongue. “So much precum, honey.” You noted. Then you really gave it to him. A mix of long, slow strokes, and swirls of the tongue on the head, then taking him all the way in to the base, and then almost pulling off entirely. “Fuck.” You heard him mumble under his breath. You stole a look up at his face and you knew he was in a whole other world. And so very close.

That’s when you popped off entirely and packed his beautiful cock away, zipping up his trousers and slapping him on the thighs. “It’s showtime baby.” You announced brightly and left him there while he came to his senses and realised what the fuck you just did. And let me tell you he was not happy.

From your view of Han from the side of the stage he seemed absolutely fine to anyone else, except you knew better. His tight leather trousers were struggling around his package. Lucky they were black and already somewhat wet look because you were sure he would be oozing precum in there. And he seemed a lot more aggressive with his rapping.

But it wasn’t until he was walking to come off stage and he made eye contact with you that you knew you were fucked.

And it was exactly what you wanted.

You thought he was going to take you backstage and fuck you against the door to the make up room, or bend you over the sink in the bathroom while he made you watch in the mirror. You were definitely NOT expecting him to grab you arm and take you behind the stage curtain that partitioned off the unused section of the arena. You did not expect him to push you to the floor while he sat in one of the seats and whipped out his cock. “Finish what you started, BABY.” he said rather cruelly. This is the Han that really gets you going. You thought about teasing him further, but you realised that you didn’t actually have a lot of time before someone would come looking for you both. Or worse a venue worker would stumble on the pair of you in a compromising position.

Han didn’t wait for you to protest and grabbed the back of your head and pushed your mouth down over his cock until it hit you in the back of the throat. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in, baby? Letting me make you come, and then you leave me like that.” he panted as he thrust himself up into your throat. He attacked your mouth with a mix of anger, aggression and so much passion. All he wanted was to feel you around him when he came. How dare you tease him like you did. He was making your eyes water and your saliva ran down your chin and hand and landing on his lap. Han loved it messy. “Look at you, taking my cock like this…” he tangled his fingers in your hair pushing you down even further than you knew was possible, and absolutely fucking your mouth without any care for you.

Why should he care when you left him like that? He threw his head back, growling as you felt his cum shoot down your throat. But he was still hard. And you hadn’t learned your lesson. He stood up and lifted you off the floor only to force you to kneel on the seat with you holding onto the back of the chair. He pushed your skirt up around your back and tugged your underwear down. Grabbing onto your hair to both hold you in place and to use as leverage, as he lined up his cock with your entrance. “I’m still so fucking hard, and you still need punishing.” He sighed and he pushed into you in one motion, slamming into your cervix and making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Han paid no attention to your needs, this was about punishing you and chasing another climax of his own.

You smirked to yourself. You enjoyed teasing him in the hopes you would unleash this version of Han. The wild, frenzied, relentless, brutal? Han. The one where he just wanted to use you for his own pleasure. He was always so attentive and caring, and sickly sweet (which you love), but when he was like this, fuck it did things to you. He’d never fuck you like this is you merely asked. You had to taunt and push him into it. Make him snap.

Han came inside you with a loud “fuck!!!” and pulled out of you without a care for your climax. You whined at the emptiness when you were so close to coming. Your vagina clenched around nothing. You turned to see Han putting his cock away with no intention of helping you as his semen started seeping out of you onto your legs, the chair… everywhere.

“But Han?” you say helplessly. He just looked at you unamused “You’ve got five minutes to make yourself come and clean yourself up, before I send Minho to look for you.”

You were left absolutely stunned and highly turned on by what just happened. You set to work to try and relieve yourself before you were caught by Minho.

Read Part 2 here

@lyramundana @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes

I fucking accidently deleted the original, so reposting... maybe it's a sign I need a break hahah

#han jisung smut #ask #skz smut #Sorsha oneshots #Sorsha is asked

[junggunz]

I see someone hasn't requested goo yet- 16,15,6,9 for my babygirl goo (my baby needs more attention fr😔)

 “Could you be any wetter/harder?” +  “Don’t worry.  I’ve got condoms and lube in my nightstand.” +  “I wanna take you so fucking bad.” +“I’m feeling greedy.”

Going home with guys from the bar isn’t usually your thing. However, when a certain dapper looking blond sweet talks his way into your panties and convinces you that he’ll be worth your time, you can’t resist his offer.

Goo’s apartment looks just as expensive as his outfit but you’re not able to admire his living space for too long before he’s hauling you off to his bedroom, his lips hungrily attaching themselves to your exposed neck and collarbone. Once your back meets the soft material of his bed, he’s on top of you. Your hands go to cup his jaw, kissing him heatedly while grinding your panty clad cunt against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Could you be any wetter?” Goo teases, breaking the kiss and giving you a cheeky smirk. “You’re making a mess all over my slacks.” You initially don’t believe him, but when you look down, you notice the damp spot on the very spot you were rubbing against. You’re too far gone to be embarrassed about it; all you cared about was getting fucked into the next dimension by the gorgeous man you were latched on to.

“Well, hurry up and do something about it. I’m feeling greedy.” You tell him, continuing to roll your hips into his, desperate for any sort of contact. “Do you have lube? If you’re into it, I’ll let you fuck my ass.” You offer as you give him a naughty smile.  

Your overly keen attitude pleases Goo, already knowing that he was going to seriously enjoy his night—and possibly the morning after—with you. 

“Don’t worry.  I’ve got condoms and lube in my nightstand.” He assures you before hastily pulling off your clothes and proceeding to take off his own clothes. The way you lay back on his bed, so seductively as your hands roam your own body and silently tempting him into making the first move has his cock twitching and leaking precum; he can’t roll the condom on fast enough.

“I wanna take you so fucking bad.” He growls lowly, moving to get between your legs and pushing your knees toward your chest, licking his lips at the sight of your glossy cunt waiting to be filled by him. Firmly grasping the back of your thighs, he pushes his hips forward into your eager body. His head lolls back in bliss at the way your walls slurp up his length and how hot your cunt is even through the thin latex of the condom. He’s sure that your moans are just as enticing but they’re muddled by the sound of his own heartbeat thudding in his chest as he thinks about how good you’d feel without the condom. How much tighter your walls would feel when you’re cumming on him. Body in a trance, he’s pushing his hips forward with one harsh thrust until the entirety of his length is swallowed by your needy pussy; the convulsing heat stretching to accommodate him. 

And just like that, the long night of passion and purely primal fucking had begun.

an: naur literally. i love goo as much as i love jake and like...i love jake a lot so the lack of requests i get for goo hurts my little heart. thank you for sending in some numbers for my favorite blondie uwu

#[closed] #the lonely empath prompts #lookism x reader #lookism smut #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo smut #goo kim scenarios #junggunz.txt

[janetbrown711]

Well, Well, Look Who's Inside Again

MK finds out Tang had "sleepover" with Pigsy after New Years, and invites him to play a game or two.

tw for references to child/domestic abuse (both emotional and physical), as well as homophobia

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Despite New Years being an incredibly long night for MK and Mei alike, kids were kids and they still rose with the sun over Megapolis and far before Pigsy did, which was usual for holidays and weekends.

Since it was holiday break, that meant MK and Mei had a few more hours than usual before they had to go to the restaurant to help out, which was also why despite any pre-existing tiredness, they embraced the early daylight.

Well– MK did anyways, Mei was always a heavier sleeper. He didn’t mind though, emerging from his room into the delicate sanctity of the empty living room without much trouble. He was silent as ever, closing his door and barely making a sound as he snuck himself a banana which he ate in record time before strategically placing it under paper plates in the trash so nobody’d find it.

After that he went over to the couch and proceeded to get a head start on building the pillow fort for the game he and Mei liked to play, draping blankets over couch cushions and lamps alike until there were about three separate areas. Now all MK really had to do was wait for his bestest friend.

However, strangely enough, it wasn't Mei's door that opened first, but Pigsy's and–

"Mr. Tang? What're you doing here?" MK tilted his head, noticing the man was in one of Pigsy’s robes and one of his shirts too– and his pajamas pants.

The poor guy nearly tripped over himself before his eyes went to MK in his fort.

"H-h-hi, MK! Fancy seeing you here!" Tang smiled, clutching a hand over his heart.

"I live here," MK blinked.

"That you do," the man gave a laugh even MK could tell was forced. "See, I was just– um– I was going to use the–"

MK stared at him, noticing his hair was disheveled, his glasses were crooked, and he was apparently also borrowing Pigsy's slippers.

"Is Pigsy awake?" MK decided to ask.

"Ah– no," Tang said apologetically.

"Then why are you here?" He tilted his head again.

“Well– umm–” Tang looked around the apartment, clearly looking for a way out of what he must be thinking as an awkward conversation– though MK couldn’t fathom why he’d think that.

“Did you have a sleepover?” MK asked further.

This made Tang even more red in the face, before he cleared his throat and nodded. “Y-yes– a sleepover– I wasn’t in any condition to really go home last night and so Pigsy helped me out– in a way,” Tang muttered that last bit, but MK shrugged it off, satisfied he got his answer.

“Sooo… um… W-what’re you playing?” Tang decided to ask since MK didn’t say anything else.

“Oh, I’m not playing yet– waiting for Mei,” MK briefly explained, adjusting some pillows and a stack of books.

“Ahhh, I see,” Tang smiled and looked around. “Quite the elaborate set up you got here; I must say, I’m impressed.”

MK perked up. “You really think so?”

“Of course!” The scholar laughed. “It takes an impressive eye to see all of Pigsy’s things and be able to transform it into all of this. You’ve got quite the creative mind, MK.”

“Oh, you know, it’s just making a mess– you should see how quickly I can put it all away, Mei says that’s the real impressive part,” He laughed to himself as he adjusted a blanket.

“Really?” Tang sat on the ground under one of the forts.

MK nodded proudly. “I’m a master at cleaning, according to Piggy n’ Mei.”

The scholar’s face twitched ever so slightly, which MK noticed too, but that meant anything then Tang didn’t say.

“Well, that’s very impressive, MK,” Tang said instead, so MK was probably just seeing things. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time...

“So… what’s the game?” The scholar asked.

“It changes a lot, but most of the time it’s about hiding from the sleeping dragon,” MK explained. “We need the forts because if the dragon wakes up and they hear you, they burst in and eat you.”

“Wow, that’s a mean dragon,” Tang laughed a little strangely. “Is it always Mei who’s the dragon and you’re the–... victim?”

MK shook his head. “Me n’ Mei take turns.”

“Right, right,” Tang nodded, scratching his neck– which MK just realized he hadn’t really seen before.

“Mr. Tang, why do you always wear a scarf?” MK asked with zero hesitation.

Tang’s face turned dark red. “I– oh wow– I totally forgot I’m not wearing it right now,” He laughed nervously, his hand covering the back right side of it.

“Yeah, why aren’t you in your clothes?” MK was still confused about that.

“Ah– they got all soaked in the weather last night, it’s nothing really– Pigsy was just so generous– anyways–” Tang coughed. “I wear my scarf because I… like it. Makes me feel safe.”

“I don’t like wearing scarves, they make me feel all… chokey,” MK shuddered.

“To each their own,” Tang said without any judgment, which felt… strange coming from an adult.

“I hate the neckties they make us wear at school,” MK added, fiddling with a book pile. “They’re really annoying.”

Tang laughed. “I’ve never understood school uniforms, I always hated them as a kid.”

“The shirts are so itchy,” MK agreed.

“And the teachers? Yikes,” Tang ran fingers through his hair.

“I hate Headmaster Jianxi, he makes Pigsy feel bad,” MK crossed his arms. “And Miss Yang is mean too.”

Mr. Tang thought for a second. “Do you ever wish you could switch schools, MK?”

“No, I need Mei,” MK quickly dismissed the idea.

“Well, what if she transferred with you?” The man then suggested, and MK had to think about that.

“I… No. Teachers suck everywhere,” he ultimately decided– and that wasn’t mentioning how Mei knew the place and seemed to be okay with it and even liked parts of it. Plus, it was what her parents wanted for her and MK understood that her parents were nice.

Mr. Tang didn’t seem happy about that though, giving a long sigh. “It won’t be like this forever, you know that, right?”

MK furrowed his brows, unsure of what he was implying.

The man laughed a little awkwardly. “I– what I mean is– um–...” he looked away, fiddling with the collar of the gigantic robe. “Not all teachers are terrible, and you’ll probably find one you like in the future. You’re only seven, your life isn’t over.”

“Oh– uh… okay,” MK slowly nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

“Yes! And– and you shouldn’t force yourself to be miserable for the sake of others, so if you really, really, really don’t like that school–”

“I like the school, Mr. Tang. The play yard is cool,” MK lied, uncomfortable with all the concern.

“Right… right, of course, I’m not trying to force you to do anything, of course, I just–... you know what, I think I should go back to Pigsy,” Tang sighed and rubbed his face before getting up, but MK grabbed his (or technically Pigsy’s) pajama pants.

“I don’t want you to go– you left early last night too,” MK pleaded, surprised to see how surprised Tang looked.

“You… missed me?” Tang fiddled with the robe collar again.

“Yeah! Nainai and Mr. Zhu are… they aren’t you and Piggy,” MK still didn’t know how he felt about his grand”guardians”.

“Oh, of course,” Tang sat back on the ground in front of the boy. “Last night wasn’t too hard, was it?”

MK looked away.

Mr. Zhu was weird, and started smoking the second Pigsy was out of sight with Tang. It had sparked an argument between him and Nainai, which almost made MK cry, but Mei held his hand, which was nice. When the fireworks started going off, Nainai’s yelling only got angrier as she blamed Mr. Zhu for there not being any seats left, and Mr. Zhu then called her something MK’s ‘baba’ had called his ‘mama’ often, which had brought back a lot of bad memories and made him feel worse.

After a bit of squabbling, Nainai took Mei and MK’s hands and dragged them away from Mr. Zhu to a little spot where they could all sit. She then acted like nothing had happened at all and even started to braid Mei’s hair. She started going on and on about how she always wanted a granddaughter and how Mei was so pretty and smart and talented and reminded her of herself. After a bit, Mr. Zhu came back and just sat next to MK, and Nainai didn’t acknowledge him at all, just going on and on about how she was when she was a girl and how her mother was a saint and all these things. Meanwhile MK could just feel the cigarette smoke pushing down his neck. He tried looking to Mei for comfort, but Nainai had kept her head forward so she could braid easily, so MK was… kinda alone.

When the fireworks ended, MK was exhausted and asked to go back, to which Nainai had said the night was hardly over and there were so many things she could still buy for them, and yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile, Mr. Zhu laughed at MK and said he reminded him of ‘your punk guardian’ when he was a kid, and it just made him feel weird and confused and sad. He almost cried, but Mr. Zhu had told him ‘it was a joke’ and to ‘not take it so soft’ and that ‘at least he wasn’t a ‘yutao’ like Pigsy was’, which just sounded even more mean.

When Nainai heard that, she scolded Mr. Zhu more and told MK not to cry because Mr. Zhu was "just like that" and he was also "just trying to get a reaction out of you". She then went and bought MK and Mei more things before they all went back to Pigsy’s place, and she insisted on tucking him in even though he didn’t want to and she kissed his forehead and tried removing his bandana. She didn’t like it when he fought on it, but muttered something under her breath eventually and let it be until she told him goodnight and finally– finally left.

MK hadn’t had the energy to go and spend the night with Mei.

“No, it was good,” MK lied again. “I just missed you. Plus, you seemed scared when you left.”

“O-oh… I… yeah, I guess I was,” Tang sighed. “I wish I could tell you why, but… I don’t know. Sometimes loud noises just overwhelm me and I get scared and jumpy. I know it isn’t normal, but I also don’t know how to stop it.”

“Oh…” MK slowly nodded. “That’s okay. I sometimes hear buzzes my teachers n’ parents say aren’t real.”

Tang smiled warmly. “Thanks, MK.”

MK gave a cheesy grin and thumbs up that made Tang laugh.

Good. It was working.

“So… um… do you want to play with me n’ Mei?” MK offered.

“O-oh! I– I’m not too old, am I?” He laughed nervously.

“No one’s too old, Mr. Tang,” MK laughed too.

“Well then… I guess I could use the de-stressor,” Tang joked mostly to himself, but MK just rolled with it.

“Okay! Um… we could set up another house, but I don’t think Pigsy has enough couches,” he looked around to confirm his suspicions.

“Wouldn’t it heighten the challenge if we keep the same amount? That way it’s more likely one of the two of us will lose?” Tang asked.

“Oh! Ummmmmm… yeah, it would,” MK ultimately agreed, despite the fact he hated losing. Then again, maybe Tang was right and it’d be more fun– he’d just have to give it a shot, right? It was what he wanted anyways.

As if right on cue, Mei’s door opened and she tiredly stumbled her way over, her hair still in multiple little braids from the night before.

“Good morning, Mei,” Tang chuckled.

“Mr. Tang? What’re you doing here?” Mei rubbed her eyes.

“He and Piggy had a sleepover so he’s gonna join us,” MK grinned at his friend, who looked at Tang.

“Sleepover?” She asked him, and the scholar's face turned deep red.

“W-well– it was just so late and I was exhausted– it was more of a ‘he nursed me back to help’ type situation– really, it wasn’t like it was all that personal really, it was just– not that I don’t like Pigsy or appreciate his help–! We’re really good friends, it’s just– you know– it was– well it was very nice and all, I’m not trying to sound ungrateful– but I just– you know– it was–”

“Okay,” Mei shrugged, and Tang sighed a huge breath of relief.

“So, uh… is it okay if he plays with us?” MK asked her.

Mei looked at him and thought long and hard (or at least pretended to by tapping her chin and tilting her head back and forth). “Mmmmmmm, he does owe us for last night…”

The scholar blushed. “R-right, I’m–”

“Silence, I am thinking,” Mei stuck a finger in Tang’s face, which made MK giggle.

For further drama, Mei circled around the scholar, who looked completely lost for what he was supposed to do. He just kept looking at MK who gave him two thumbs up that the man returned, which MK found funny.

After a bit of this though, Mei came to her verdict.

“He can play. It’ll be fun to kill him,” She grinned.

“Aha… just like old times,” Tang pulled a bit on his borrowed t-shirt’s collar. MK tilted his head, which made the man quickly shake it off. “Nevermind– let's get playing, no?”

“Okay! I’ll be first!” Mei grinned mischievously and jumped over the couch so she could get behind the forts. “I’m going to sleep! Such a sleepy little dragon am I,” Mei giggled as she curled into a ball and began to “snore” at a volume that could rival Pigsy.

“Okay, so what do we do now?” Tang whispered to MK.

“Well, we gotta try and not be too loud, and whenever Mei stops snoring we can’t make a sound or else she'll wake up,” MK explained, already crawling over to a different fort than he started.

“Ah, okay I see,” Tang started moving around too when Mei went silent and the both of them froze and looked at each other.

Mei went back to snoring.

“So, how many times can she, you know, just go back to sleep?” Tang asked as he and MK again switched their forts.

“One time she actually fell asleep, but that was kinda funny,” MK giggled until Mei stopped snoring again.

She continued.

“So she can do this all day? No limits?” Tang puzzled.

“It’s why we’ve never asked Piggy to play; he snores great, but I’m pretty sure he’d sleep too,” MK laughed and this time when Mei stopped snoring he didn’t stop in time.

“RAH! I’m gonna get you!” Mei cackled dramatically, and Tang and MK scrambled to different forts before Mei snuck behind the one Tang was in and tackled him.

“Got you, Mr. Tang! Omnomnomnomnom,” Mei started “eating” his arm and the man laughed while blankets and pillows fell everywhere, though MK was quick to try and fix it for them.

“Okay, so that means it’s now your turn, Mr. Tang,” MK informed, realigning some books.

“Sure, if you can get this little dragon off of me,” Tang tried shaking his arm out with a laugh as Mei kept ‘biting’.

“Sorry MK, you’re no match for this hungry gal,” She flashed him a cheeky grin and continued eating his arm.

“Meiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” MK huffed and the girl stopped and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, I hears ya,” She got off of Tang and helped MK rebuild the fort, while Tang glanced at the boy.

“MK, that was a little mean don’t you think?” he whispered.

MK froze.

“I-I didn’t mean to– I-I–”

“Woah there– I was just– maybe let Mei do what she wants for a little bit longer, alright? She’s just having fun,” Tang placed a hand on MK’s shoulder, which he didn’t like.

“Okay, Mr. Tang,” He straightened himself out a bit.

Tang smiled a little sadly (which MK double didn’t like) and finished the fort before going behind as Mei had and curling into a ball.

“There’s no way ol’ Tang’s gonna win against us, right MK? We’re champs at this,” Mei grinned with pride as she went from one fort to the other.

“Y-yeah! We’re– we’re good at this,” MK couldn’t help but feel shaken for some reason and he hated it.

Mei looked like she was going to say something, but Tang stopped snoring and they had to freeze. That didn’t stop her from looking at him, though MK certainly didn’t look at her.

…Jeez, how long was Tang going to not snore???

He could see Mei trying to mouth his name out of the corner of his eye but properly ignored it.

Tang finally continued his snoring.

“Dude, what the heck?” Mei looked at him.

“I’m trying to win, Mei, duhhh,” MK lied with a laugh.

“Oohhhh, I see how it is,” Mei bought it with a smirk. “Smart.”

“That’s why they call me ‘smartie kid’,” MK grinned.

“Who? Miss Jiayi?” Mei laughed. “She doesn't count.”

“I– other people call me smart!” MK protested, feeling his face get hot.

Tang stopped snoring, so MK just tried to hide his face and Mei covered her mouth to stop her laughing.

He continued.

“You almost got me caught!” Mei accused.

“What?! How is your stupid joke my fault?” MK was genuinely confused.

Mei blew a raspberry and laughed while continuing her regular switching pattern while MK just felt very, very lost and… and bad too.

He tried shaking it off for the game's sake and continued crawling.

“Your dorky face got all red– it’s funny,” Mei informed with a giggle, but MK’s face just got hotter.

“I-I’m just– trying to win, haha,” MK lied yet again, barely even moving.

“Ahhh I see, the statue strategy,” Mei squinted as she continued to move.

“Yes–! It’s– um– a new thing I’m coming up with, so… uh… yeah,” MK swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I see, you sneaky li’l devil,” Mei grinned.

“Mei, can you n–”

Tang stopped snoring.

MK sighed in annoyance– before realizing that was the exact opposite of what he was meant to do, and the two of them rushed their ways to different forts and Tang ended up tackling an empty one, which MK quickly went to fix.

“See, MK? What’d I tell you? Mr. Tang is no match for us,” Mei crossed her arms smugly.

“Yep yep,” MK forced a weak agreement before picking up the books.

“Drat, it looks like I’ll just have to get you next time,” Tang grinned mischievously at Mei.

“If you even can, oldie,” Mei stuck her tongue out.

Tang gave a fake offended gasp. “How dare you! I’ll have you know I have plenty of youthful years left.”

Mei laughed more. “You’re old~”

“What?! What makes me old, hm?” Tang crossed his arms while MK rolled his eyes and struggled rebuilding.

“You got old man glasses,” Mei pointed out. “And you go to old man schools and study old man things. I bet you even knew that Monkey King guy personally.”

“Woah there, I’m not that old,” Tang laughed.

“Whatever, oldie,” Mei blew a raspberry just as MK was able to finish rebuilding.

“Um, the fort’s rebuilt so–”

“MK…” Mr. Tang glanced at him with this– this look that made MK shrink back.

“Go back to your old person cave, oldie; you’ll need your rest to catch a ‘youngster’ like me,” Mei smirked.

“Oh, I’m not letting you go that easy this time, so you better watch your back,” Tang stood and did one of those ‘I’m watching you’ signals, which Mei returned until Tang was back behind the forts and ‘snoring’ again.

This time, Mei didn’t even try talking to MK, too busy trying to sneak peeks at Mr. Tang and giggling to herself. She didn’t manage to correct in time when he suddenly stopped and this time, he successfully guessed the fort Mei was hiding in and crashed it all down with a big roar.

“Who’s the ‘oldie’ now, huh Mei? Huh?” He grinned wide as he began to tickle Mei who kicked and squealed happily while MK just… watched.

Tang and Mei were destroying the other forts left and right, and MK wanted to fix them, but there really wasn’t a point. They clearly didn’t really want to play– or at least with him.

They were fine on their own. They didn’t need a “nag” like him.

And so quickly and quietly, MK walked out of the living space and made his way to his room where he promptly locked the door before laying on his bed in the dark.

It was just a joke. It was all just “fun” . Why was MK always ruining these things? He didn’t mean to. He never meant to ruin or hurt anyone or anything. He just… did. It was like he was a “no fun” magnet– maybe that’s why Mei was his only friend. No, scratch that– that was why Mei was his only friend.

Jokes jokes jokes jokes jokes– “Lighten up, Xiaotian, it’s just a joke”. “What kind of kid can’t take a joke?” “She’s just having fun”.

Ugh…

…A part of him wondered how long it would take Tang and Mei to notice he was gone.

Another part of him hoped it wouldn’t be for a long, long, long time.

Eventually he heard steps running to his door before there was knocking, and he could hear Mei panting.

“MK– MK, we’re setting it up again, c’mon!” Mei urged him, but MK knew she didn’t really want that– she was having more fun with Mr. Tang.

A secret, third part of MK wished he hadn’t invited Mr. Tang to play at all.

“MK?” Mei knocked again. “MK, you there?”

MK didn’t respond, picking up his beloved monkey Luanshi and hugging them tight as he just stared up at the ceiling in the dark.

He deserved to feel bad about this. He was being mean. And a “bummer”.

“MK..?”

He heard his door’s handle shake, which instinctively made him cling to Luanshi tighter– but it stopped and he could hear Mei going back to the living area to play with Tang again.

Good.

…

MK was disappointed in himself. He was supposed to be acting better for Mr. Pigsy’s sake. He remembered clear as day what Mr. Tao said and how he needed to be good and human, not selfish and mean, and– it didn’t feel right to call those emotions demonic since Pigsy wasn’t any of those, but– well–

Ugh– why did things always have to be so confusing? He really thought being good would be a lot easier. And not his “parents” version of good– actually good.

There was another knock at his door, this one being much softer than the previous had been, which meant it had to be Mr. Tang’s.

“MK..?” The man in question spoke up. “Are you alright?”

MK didn’t feel like answering that, it would just ruin their fun.

“MK, if this is about what I said earlier I’m–... I’m sorry, I was out of line, I’m not your parent– I just– I don’t know why I said that…”

MK glanced at the door over his shoulder but remained curled on his bed.

He heard Tang sigh and sit on the ground with his back against the door. “Pigsy’s a lot better at this than me– which is good because this– this really isn’t my place. I’m so sorry, MK, I shouldn’t– I– I’m just… I’m sorry.”

MK bit his cheek. “Pigsy’s not… my dad either.”

He felt horrible for saying it, but it was what Pigsy believed…

“Oh…” Mr. Tang said quietly.

MK traced over Luanshi’s stitches again and again.

“That–... MK, do… Do you know there are people who love you?”

“Y-yeah, I have Mei,” He said, only half-believing it.

“But me and Pigsy– we love you too… do you know that?”

MK blinked. “I-I, um…”

“MK… I’m… I’m going to ask a personal question, is that okay?”

No. Not really.

“Y-yeah…”

“Did your… ‘parents’... love you?”

Ah, beans.

“I-I um– y-yeah, I think so,” MK half-guessed, half-lied. “Mama would say it sometimes.”

“Would she only say it when she was… intoxicated?”

MK sat up and looked at the door, startled he could guess such a thing.

He heard the man sigh again. “My parents weren’t good either, MK. They didn’t like me or who I was and sometimes they’d… hurt me over it.”

MK hugged Luanshi tighter.

“They’d also make me feel like it was my fault– but it wasn’t. I was just being who I was and they were two full grown adults who just couldn’t handle that. It’s so… it’s just so stupid, looking back,” The man laughed weakly through the door.

MK looked at the door again and slowly but surely crept off his bed and onto the ground. “Did… your parents call you names?”

“A lot… most of which I wouldn’t even dream of sharing with you.”

“My parents called me stupid. And a brat. And a thief, and a bastard, and sneaky, a-and a devil, a-and a demon, a-and–... and other things…”

“I’m sorry, MK. That wasn’t right of them. You’re a great kid,” the man assured.

‘I’m sorry.’

Mr. Tang liked saying ‘I’m sorry’ a lot– it was weird for MK. Adults weren’t supposed to apologize like he did.

MK crept a little closer. “Your parents hit you too?”

“Sometimes my father would, if I failed him.”

“My mama would hit me cuz of her moods n’ drinking– n’ baba would hurt me if I made mama mad.”

“I’m sorry, MK.”

“S’okay.”

“It doesn’t have to be ‘okay’, MK… Things can just suck sometimes.”

MK frowned, finally crawling to the door where he sat with his back turned. “You… you won’t tell Pigsy, will you?”

Tang made a noise at that, something between a wince and a sigh. “He really should know–”

“No-! I’m– I’m supposed to be good for him a-and it’s not even school yet– I can’t let him know I failed now– I-I promised!” MK blurted out.

“Woah, woah, woah– what’s this about a promise?” he heard Tang sit up a little.

MK cursed his stupid brain.

“I– um–”

“MK, Pigsy would love you no matter what– he does love you no matter what,” Tang emphasized. “You don’t have to be anything for him. You can just be–”

“A brat? A-a stupid, selfish brat who ruins everyone else’s games?” MK repeated bitterly, setting Luanshi on his knees and messing with their arms so it looked like they were hitting MK’s head.

“You aren’t a–” Tang stopped himself. “MK, you slipped up, but you are not your mistakes.”

MK huffed.

“MK, I’m not mad at you, and I don’t hate you and neither does Mei– we love you, MK,” the man pleaded a bit and MK just lowered his head.

Mr. Tang didn’t talk for a while, though MK could hear his foot tapping anxiously.

MK was fine with that though, he liked being alone and in the dark.

“MK, I–... I meant what I said earlier; it won’t be like this forever. One day you’ll forget all about your mean parent’s cruelty and you’ll just know the love Pigsy has for you.”

“How do you–...” MK hesitated.

“‘How do I’ what..?”

MK closed his eyes. “How… do you know Pigsy… loves… me..?”

“MK, he adores you and Mei so much– why, he upended his whole entire lifestyle to make room for you two. That’s… not something someone does just because they’re nice and they could,” Tang laughed a little.

MK thought about that. “But… if he… does, then why doesn’t he ever– you know… say it?”

Mr. Tang went quiet for a moment. “I don’t think it’s easy for him. I think… I think he’s been hurt before and he doesn’t like opening himself up because of that– but he does love you, trust me, he does.”

MK thought about that too. “So he… he doesn’t think I’m a brat? Or a thief?”

“No, MK– but if he ever calls you that, I promise he doesn’t mean it. Like– you know he calls me a ‘freeloader’, right? Well, he doesn’t mean it. He’d never kick me out of his restaurant and I’m pretty sure if I ever paid for my noodles, it’d kill him,” the man laughed a little. “When he says those things, he often means the opposite– but if it makes you feel bad, you should tell him, the last thing he wants is to hurt you, MK.”

MK slowly nodded. “Y-yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

He heard Tang hum with relief. “I’m glad I could at least kinda get through to you, MK. You’re a good kid, MK– You’re a really, really good kid.”

The boy rolled his eyes a little at the sappiness. “Thanks, Mr. Tang.”

“No problem, MK… Now, do you want to finish playing our game or do you want to do something else?” He asked softly.

MK looked at Luanshi as his stomach growled. “Is Pigsy awake yet? M’kinda hungry.”

“I can check for you if you’d like,” Tang offered, standing up.

“Yeah, that’d be nice, Mr. Tang,” MK slowly stood too and looked up briefly. “A-and… thank you.”

Mr. Tang chuckled. “It’s no problem, MK. You two are delightful to be around.”

MK laughed a little as he slowly heard Tang walk away.

Well… all things considered, it certainly wasn’t his worst morning ever. It was fun for a little bit there, and… and Tang was cool. He liked knowing Tang, and he also liked knowing what he knew. He was cool.

He… wasn’t sure if he believed he or Pigsy really loved him yet, though. Heck, he barely even knew what love was, except that it was like what he and Mei had as long time friends. He knew that parents were supposed to love their kids, but his parents hadn’t and Pigsy and Tang weren’t his parents, so it left a lot of question marks in the air…

Oh well, MK had time to figure that out in the future. For now he needed to apologize to Mei for running off and being weird, but he wasn’t worried about that; Mei was pretty cool too. And besides, the sooner he apologized the sooner he could start feeling better, and then he could just focus on thinking about how good breakfast was going to be.

MK was going to be fine.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #mk lmk #tang lmk #mei lmk #my fics #dadsy of two au #tang is so girlfailure coded i love him #mk is a sweetie too #smh #tw child abuse

[rukia-writes]

Tesla x (fem)! Reader

Mini event

A/N: I WAS going to give the third spot to Hercules but I decided to give it to Tesla. enjoy 🍇

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, blow job, cum, gadgets

All the scientists were absolutely exhausted, all except for one physicist and his assistant.

(Name), wasn’t much of a scientist but she excelled in math. Tired herself, she continued to write equations for Tesla until her minded wandered elsewhere as Tesla sat on his mechanical chair lift.

As to say, finishing the calculations for Tesla’s dick size.

It was true, she did have other calculations to do but her favorite was finding the measurements to Tesla’s cock.

So far, she believed she had calculated his girth but not his length. Guessing, maybe Tesla was a size five or six. Before (Name) could come up with the right calculations she heard a yell come from Tesla followed by the sound of a cup falling.

“Coffee?! No! Non! Nein! I don’t like coffee, (Name).”

Looking behind her (Name) figured Tesla had taken the coffee beside him that Einstein made him awhile back and that he had spilled it from being surprise that it was coffee. Tesla was not the biggest fan of coffee and this definitely confirmed it.

“I didn’t make it-but are you okay?”

Rushing over to Tesla who was wiping the coffee off his pants all the while with a face that said more happened. Sighing, Tesla insisted he was fine but (Name) seemed to notice Tesla holding the area near his crotch.

“Did you …burn your dick?”

A look of “I didn’t want to say anything.” Appeared on Tesla’s face as he noticed his sexy assistant etch closer to him, rather his cock making the genius blush.

“I can help… I have an idea.”

Tesla had seen a lot of stuff in his lifetime but seeing (Name) unbutton her shirt getting a peek of her breasts and seeing her take a small tube of lube out made his cock erect. Being prepared for anything was something Tesla lived by and with a erect cock that desperately need relief from being burned ,slightly, and a willing helper Tesla simply asked her “For science?” Smiling as she undid Tesla’s pants and freeing his cock from his pants that was now fully erect made the assistant smile more at how she was correct at how wide he was and even more pleased at how long he was length part.

“For science and math.”

That was all it took for Tesla to want to feel the warmth of (Name)’s mouth around his cock and when she finally did the moan that Tesla let out made a shiver go down (Name)’s spine at how hot he sounded. Grabbing the back of (Name)’s head he pushed down with how he wanted the pace to be which was faster than what (Name) predicted.

Not to mention Tesla wanted his whole cock inside (Name)’s mouth which was a challenge for the sweet assistant.

As (Name) calculated, his girth was a problem for her as his cock filled her mouth in width and then gently touching the back of her throat. Regardless, the feel of (Name)’s mouth was relieving the of the burn especially when (Name) slowly licked over the spot.

That drove the scientist’s lust to a height he didn’t know he had, but that was the joy of life.

“Not-so-fast! Tesla!”

In between breaths while placing her hand hand on Tesla’s that was placed behind her head pushing and pulling on her head that was going a bit too fast for her. While, Tesla listened and slowed down his thrusts just became faster. Before long, (Name) came up for air as her hair was a mess, muttering “That’ll be enough of that.” As she removed Tesla’s tie and proceeded to tie his wrists together. While it didn’t sit well with Tesla at first he was quick to silence himself once (Name) proceeded to go back to giving Tesla a blow job.

At her pace.

Starting by licking the underside of the cock then kissing the tip of his cock then moving down to the underside again with the tip of her tongue. Giving a few kisses here and there on his cock and then licking the slit of his cock. Silent but absolutely loving every second of (Name)’s licks made the physicist’s mind go to places he didn’t know as he simply breathed and moaned with his head tilted back.

Twitching and throbbing Tesla’s cock felt better than ever as it started to leak pre-cum already. While licking the slit of his cock (Name) also massaged his testicles, making Tesla breathe “amazing.” Over and over almost like a chant.

“Does your dick feel better?”

Kissing the head of his cock before slowly licking the underside of his cock again Tesla didn’t say anything but the moans spoke for themself and the way he whimpered her name just confirmed that he was enjoying her blowjob. Without warning, Tesla began to thrust his hips upward making his well endowed cock touch the back of (Name)’s throat once more making her whimper, thinking to herself Tesla was a very energetic lover.

Tesla praised her abilities in German, French, English and that alone made her eyes roll back as she found that extremely hot and during this without warning Tesla reached his orgasm making the surprised assistant yell but it was muffled by Tesla’s cock and the fact he had undid his restraint and placing his hands again behind (Name)’s head. Resulting in (Name) having no choice but to swallow Tesla’s cum.

Which (Name) found to taste, dare she say good.

Releasing his sweet assistant Tesla relaxed a bit before praising (Name) again and rubbing her head as she coughed a bit.

“I have confession to make…”

Tesla gently grabbed (Name)’s chin and tilting it up to look at him.

“…the coffee didn’t burn me. I just wanted to know if you cared enough to help me, the blowjob was a surprise. A very nice surprise.”

“…Well, I wanted to know what cock size. So we’re even.”

“Is that so? We’re not quite even yet…”

Tesla gladly returned the favor as he had a gadget he wanted to try out that he made a few days ago, and to Tesla’s discovery he made the assistant cum several times which pleased him. Unfortunately, Tesla didn’t get a chance to slide his cock inside (Name)’s sweet cunt due to his colleagues waking up.

But, Tesla was sure he would get a chance soon enough.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#nikola tesla x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader

[star1117-archives]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐯𝐞𝐫.]

➵ Pairing : OT8 x Fem!Y/N

➵ Genre : Smut + Fluff

➵ W.C : 4585

➵ Warnings : Humping, Marking, Restraining (?), Corruption kink, Friends to ?, Insinuated sex, Wet dreams, Mentions of boners, Mentions of brat/brat tamer dynamic, Size kink, Hairpulling, Mentions of virginity + waiting, Insinuated virginity-taking.

➵ A/N: I hate Mingi’s with a burning passion. Under 16’s DNI.

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

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Letting out a low groan, Seonghwa’s shielded his face from the rays of sunlight streaming through the window of your shared bedroom, wincing slightly. He let out a little yawn and stretched as he sat up, rubbing his eyes before glancing at your sleeping figure as you quietly snored, chuckling lightly when he heard you.

Because of this, it took him a while to move from your cute face and fully take in the position you were laying in, biting his lip when he finally did. Dressed only in one of his hoodies and panties, your leg was raised high in the bed, exposing yourself to him. Torn between covering you and ripping your clothes off, Seonghwa felt his sweatpants become tighter the longer he stared at you.

He let out a little moan at the feeling, surprised by how loud it was when you stirred slightly before turning over, the hoodie now falling back into place. Unable to control the feelings taking over him Seonghwa slowly pulled you closer, stifling his moans in your hair as your bodies connected.

Blushing slightly his hands tightly gripped your waist, his fingernails unintentionally digging into your soft flesh and starting to wake you up from your slumber. As he started moving, the friction made Seonghwa throw his head back, letting out breathy moans and pants. It was to his sweet, needy noises that you woke up, slightly disorientated by your sleep.

“H..Hwa?”

Only acknowledging you with a stroke of your hair, Seonghwa shushed you as his speed increased.

“I’ll be done soon, Baby. Just wait.”

All you could do was nod as the pleasure started kicking in, letting out little moans of your own at the feeling of Seonghwa so close to you. You gripped at the sheets in front of you as Seonghwa pressed harder onto you, too aroused to be embarrassed by the little whimpers you were letting out now. Seonghwa let out a chuckle between his breathy moans as he leaned over to suck on your neck slightly, smirking onto your skin.

“i love seeing you so needy in the morning, Baby. Just a little slut for me.”

“Only for you, Hw-wa.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you heard Seonghwa moan loudly again, throwing back his head and letting out a moan. He fastened his pace as you became a moaning mess, your head only filled with his moans and the pleasure erupting within you.

Arching your back, you bit your lip harshly to contain the moan that threatened to escape with the nearing of your high. Seeing stars as Seonghwa kissed your neck sloppily, you took a leap of faith and turned to Seonghwa. Your words came out broken and mixed with moans as you struggled to keep your composure long enough to talk.

“Hwa, can i go on top? I w-wanna… finish you off.”

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

When Hongjoong woke to the sound of your little grunts and moans, a little smirk lifted the corners of his plump lips up. Sticking his tongue out to wet them, he then proceeded to bite them when he saw you throw your head back, pleasure washing over you like a wave. His eyes slowly moved over your small figure, watching as you rubbed your thighs together, too far gone to notice your unexpected audience.

Hongjoong’s fists clenched as he tried to refrain himself in the heat of the moment, waiting for you to look at him. Finally, you decided to look at him after letting out a lewd moan, scared that you’d disturb his sleep. Your eyes widened as your eyes met Hongjoong’s, your body shivering from the intensity of his gaze. You took in the fact that his head was perched comfortably on his arm and knew he’d been awake for a while.

“H-Hongjoong…”

You blushed profusely when you saw the male take a deep breath in while closing his eyes. When he finally opened them again, he let his eyes trail over your sweat-covered face before resting on your lips. Unintentionally, he let out a low groan when you bit them, moving closer to you.

“What did i tell you, Y/N?”

His dominating tone of voice and his intoxicating gaze rendered you speechless, only able to shiver in anticipation as you looked dumbly at him. Rolling his eyes, Hongjoong quickly straddled your waist, pressing down slightly onto your lower half as he pinned your arms into place. He leaned in closer, his breath slightly warming your lips from the close proximity.

“Come on love, answer me.”

Grasping your wrists in one hand, he pinned them up as his other travelled the outline of your face, pushing your hair back before ghosting his thumb over your lips. Opening your mouth slowly, you started out a reply, wary of the soft tone of Hongjoong’s voice.

“O-only you c-can pl-leasure me..”

“Hmm, so you didn’t forget?”

You quickly shook your head as his hand slowly lowered to your neck, holding it tenderly before closing his grip around it. Hongjoong’s eyes instantly darkened.

“So why did you disobey me?“

Realising your mistake your eyes widened, soon closing again at the feeling of Hongjoong tightening his grip on your neck. Your broken breathing and the way you stared so innocently at him just made Hongjoong want to ruin you. When you let out a little whimper, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, pressing his lips harshly onto yours as he tugged roughly at your lips.

Today, Hongjoong was finally going to corrupt you and make you as dirty as him.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Yunho yawned and stretched, smiling happily as he sat up in his bed. Resting his head on the headboard, he looked out the window near him and was happy to see a clear blue sky, the sun shining high in it. When he checked his alarm clock and saw it was nearly 11:30, he raised his eyebrows and got out of bed, knowing he needed to wake his sleepy roommate up before she sleeps the whole day away.

Although usually the university doesn’t let opposite genders room together, there was a lack of rooms available, meaning you two were paired together. It was definitely awkward for a while, but you had both settled into a routine and had even become friends with each other. Well, you had become friends with him, for Yunho it was much deeper than that.

Ever since he laid eyes on you, he was in love. You were so ignorant that you didn’t notice his feelings, thinking he was joking. Which is how Yunho was able to hug you and compliment you so often, your fake relationship true in his eyes. Yunho sighed with a weary smile, knowing this was probably all he was ever going to be to you. A friend.

Dragging himself from his bed, he quickly had a shower before dressing in a tank top and shorts, the heat starting to get to him. Slowly fanning himself with the t-shirt, he walked to your room and knocked on the door.

“Y/N? You awake?”

He chuckled when he heard no reply, knowing that you were probably knocked out on your bed, snoring lightly. Yunho opened the door, a smile on his face when he saw his suspicions were correct. With the blanket on the floor in a tangled mess, you laid spread out on your bed, also in shorts and a tank top. Yunho gulped a little when he saw how short they were, showing every curve as you laid on your stomach. He quietly came over to you, kissing your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Rise and shine, Princess.”

To Yunho’s surprise, instead of opening your eyes and smiling at him, you let out a little whimper before bringing your legs up to your chest. Your reaction made Yunho worried, feeling your forehead for a temperature, but you was completely normal. He whispered to you again.

“Come on Y/N, time to wake up.”

It was then he noticed the goosebumps form on your body as you let out another noise, this one more like a moan than a whimper. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking up at Yunho before quickly pulling back, cheeks blushing furiously from the close proximity. Yunho noticed this, biting his lip and raising an eyebrow at you while smirking.

“What, does my morning voice sound that sexy?”

Licking your lips nervously you refused to look him in the eyes, making Yunho smirk wider and crawl closer to where you were sitting. You moved further back until your back hit the bedframe, not being able to get out in time as Yunho trapped you there with his arms. His gaze was intense as he looked into your darting eyes, wondering why you were so affected by this. It was then he decided to experiment.

Yunho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him as he moved closer, his warm breath hitting your soft lips as he kept eye contact with you. Somehow you blushed more as you stared back at him. Moving an inch closer, Yunho let out another deep whisper.

“Do you want me, Y/N?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening them again. Your gaze had turned lustful as you stared back at the handsome man in front of you.

“Yes. A lot.”

Your response made Yunho freeze, surprised by your sudden confidence long enough for you to grab the material of his shirt and crash your lips together. Sucking on his bottom lip, you watched smugly as Yunho’s shocked expression turned into one of lust. He smirked into the kiss and pulled away from you, swiftly pulling you onto his lap as his hands wrapped around you waist tightly.

He tugged roughly on your lips for a while until he moved down to your neck, savouring the taste of your sweet skin as you threw your head back in pleasure. Need overtaking any sense, your hands snaked down to Yunho’s shorts, tugging on them impatiently. Yunho chuckled before laying you gently on the bed.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Princess.”

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Clicking his back with a groan, Yeosang yawned and rubbed his eyes, hunger making his stomach growl. Even after a whole night of watching movies and snacks with his best friend, apparently he wasn’t full enough yet. Turning his head to the side, Yeosang smiled lightly when he saw your body rising and falling, clearly still fast asleep. But just as he was about to shake you awake, you let out a little whisper.

“Fuck Yeosang...”

Confused why you were swearing at him for no reason, Yeosang pushed himself off the bed and leaned over, checking if you were okay. In your sleep, you bit your lips, face creasing up once in a while as you kept talking quietly. Yeosang came closer, trying to work out what you were saying.

“Right there…Ah…Yeosang…Yes Yeo...”

Blushing slightly, Yeosang moved back, eyes wide as he tried to find any reason other than the one he was thinking that you would say that. Surely there’s another explanation for this.

“So big Baby… Mhm….Sangie…”

Licking his lips nervously, Yeosang could feel the boner forming in his pants, fists clenching as he laid back, just listening to you moan. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild as his thoughts became dirtier and dirtier. This didn’t help with the problem forming between his legs, only making it worse.

“Fuck!… Yeosang.. Yeosang!”

Your last words were louder than the rest, making Yeosang wince as his nails dug into his palms. He tried to keep his moans at bay but soon enough they broke free, falling from his lips like a waterfall as he threw his head back. It was too late when he realised his mistake, turning to N’s with a look of horror as you stared back at him. His cheeks became a bright red as he sat up, hands gathering in his lap to hide his obvious boner while he tried to not moan again from the friction they were causing.

“Finally, you’re awake! You were snoring s-so loud haha..”

Yeosang nervously laughed as he got out of bed, quickly turning his back to you while you also got up.

“Yeosang…”

“Umm.. Imma hop in the shower! I-I can make breakfast afterwards or if you wanna eat now it’s okay! Yeah we can talk about what you want after my shower! Phew i stink bad hahaha!”

“Yeosang.”

“I was thinking maybe waffles or somethi-”

“Yeosang!”

Yeosang gulped at the tone of your voice, nodding at you while still facing away.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

Sighing Yeosang held his hands tightly in front of himself before turning to face you. He was surprised at how close you were to him, now edging a few steps forward until they were inches apart.

“What’s u-up Y/N?”

Smirking, you let out a chuckle, holding Yeosang’s arm.

“Well from the way you’re acting my guess is your dick, Sangie. Did i sleeptalk again? Oops.”

Your hand slowly moved down his defined muscles to his hands, stroking them softly as you leaned into his ear.

“Want some help with your… problem?”

𝐒𝐚𝐧

San hummed to himself in the shower as he smiled warmly, remembering the way you were cuddling onto him all night as you slept. He squinted his eyes as his dimples showed, just bursting with love at the thought of you. As soon as he gets out the shower he was planning to give you the biggest hug and kiss in the history of mankind. Wiping the water from the mirror in the shower, San winked at himself before turning around and washing the shampoo out of his hair. Closing his eyes, his hums turned to words as he sung softly to himself, now tilting his head down.

“I’m crazy, but you like that, I bite back, daisies on your nightstand. Never forget, I blossom in the moonlight, screw eyes, glacial with the blue ice. I’m terrifying.”

His sweet tone of voice gave such a contrast to the lyrics of the song, but somehow it worked. He smirked to himself as he sung a little louder, feeling in a bratty mood today.

“I’m no prey, but I am pursued. Pray for me, nana, on the church’s pews. No dickstraction, can confuse me. Whiskey in my hip flask, nothing fruity. Fuck a princess, I’m a king, bow down and kiss on my ring.”

Hearing shuffling behind him, San shook his hair before looking up, not surprised to see you standing outside the shower, watching. He raised an eyebrow in mock confusion as you started to strip.

“What’s up Baby? Joining me?”

“Shut up.”

San lost all cockiness when you opened the shower door. Biting his lip at your harsh words, San felt himself harden under the intensity of the glare you were giving him. You scoffed when you saw this, getting into the shower and backing him into the wall, stroking his face softly.

“My pretty little brat, such a slut for Mommy.”

You grabbed his chin, digging your nails in slightly just how he liked it. San threw his head back instantly, giving you full access to his neck. Following the line of his defined jawline, you traced your finger down his face to his shoulder, grasping at it as you leaned in to bite his neck. As soon as your teeth nibbled at his soft skin, San let out a loud moan, screwing his face up at the mix of pain and pleasure. Your knee moved forward, now brushing him as you sucked and bit harder, leaving purplish bruises as San became a mess underneath you. When his hands ghosted your waist, you swatted them away as he whined out.

“Use your words, Babyboy.”

“Pl-lease Mommy.”

Still sucking his skin, your other hand caressed his cheek.

“Please what? What do you want?”

Blushing slightly, San grabbed your hand, licking his lips as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You raised an eyebrow as you could see his mood shifting, becoming slightly more dominating. Switches are so fucking fickle.

“Please let me fuck you.”

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Groaning, Mingi yawned, turning around and hugging your waist tightly as you nestled your head into his neck, sighing into it. Chuckling, Mingi brushed hair out of your beautiful face before kissing your forehead. Letting out a yawn of your own, you smiled sleepily at Mingi before pecking his lips. Stroking the outline of your face, Mingi sat up before pulling you onto his lap, letting you rest your head on his chest. He always made you feel so tiny and precious, like you were the only thing he treasured in this world.

Wrapping his arms around you, Mingi rested his head on yours as he picked his phone up, putting on some relaxing music. Jaehyun’s soothing voice filled the room as his cover of Lauv’s I Like Me Better played from a speaker. You giggled and pulled your head up, cupping Mingi’s cheek.

“You’re even more of a Nctzen than me.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead again.

“Well of course, that’s a given.”

You both let out little laughs at that, staring at each other lovingly while the music kept playing.

I don’t know what it is but I got that feeling

Waking up in this bed next to you, swear the room yeah it got no ceiling

If we lay, let the day just pass us by

I might get to too much talking

I might have to tell you something

When the weird angle you were sitting in made your back ache, you arched it to click it before shifting into a better position. Now with you back to Mingi, you couldn’t see him wincing and biting his lip at the friction from your movement, only intensifying the feeling by moving your butt again. Before you could fidget one more time, Mingi held your waist tightly in place, his fingers slightly digging into you as he leaned into your ear, kissing and nibbling it. He then groaned as he whispered in a low, sultry tone.

“You make me so fucking crazy for you, Little one.”

Licking your lips, you intentionally pressed down onto Mingi’s lap, moving again. He growled into your ear again, moving down to mark your neck. Tilting your head to give him more access, you let your moans fill the room as the song changed. As if Youtube could hear you two, the tone shifted completely when Baby Don’t Like It by NCT 127 started playing.

Turning you to face him, Mingi’s lips slowly travelled down your neck, to your shoulder and finally to the start of your chest. All tiredness now fully gone you gripped Mingi’s hair and pushed his head closer, grinding down onto him hard. Overcome by need, Mingi pushed you harshly onto the bed and pinned you arms above you body as he started to undress you both.

“Fucking hell, you’re so beautiful.”

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Wooyoung sighed as he turned away from you, groaning and burying his head into the pillow. Feeling around for his phone, he eventually found it and switched the alarm off, sighing before clicking his neck and wincing at the burning sensation when he did so. He turned back to you, backhugging you tightly and kissing your cheek.

“Wakey wakey! Come on it’s time to wake up! Don’t wanna be late today!”

“Good morning! Sunshine!”

“And that’s why i will always love you.”

You swatted away your stupid best friend, immune to his flirtatious nature. Smiling, you sat up and stretched, Wooyoung doing the same before hugging your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder, sighing in content as you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you so clingy?”

“Because if i cling to you 24/7, i have the theory you will eventually fall in love with me.”

You let out a loud laugh and ruffled the younger boy’s hair, shaking your head at him. When he only stared at you with no humour in his gaze, your smile faltered for a second. Nervously, you licked your lips before changing the topic.

“What’s next on our movie marathon anyway? We just finished Parasite so it should be…”

You grabbed your phone, quickly scrolling to your notes. When you saw what was next, your eyes widened.

“50 Shades Of Grey?! Don’t tell me you really fucking put that on there, Woo!”

The playful gaze returned to Wooyoung’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“What, scared you’ll jump me cause you get too horny watching it?”

Yes, very fucking scared.

“Ew hell no, who would wanna fuck a troll like you?”

“All the beautiful ladies at our university, thank you very much. I should’ve just gone out for some pussy instead of spending time with a grandma like you.”

Glaring at him, you pushed him off your shoulder and curled your lip up into a snarl, expecting him to back down as he always did. Surprisingly, Wooyoung only winked at you, running a hand up your back.

“Jealous are we? Don’t worry, you have me all to yourself sweetie.”

It was now Wooyoung’s turn to falter as you came closer to him smirking.

“Oh really? Guess i should take what’s mine then.”

With that you launched an attack on the boy, tickling him in all the places he was most sensitive. Louds shrieks and laughs filled the room as she rolled around with him until you finally overpowered him, you now on top of Wooyoung to attack his armpits. His screams became louder as he tried to stop your hands, a mixture of fear and happiness filling him as you leaned in closer.

When you realised you couldn’t defeat him without restraining him, you grabbed Wooyoung’s hands and pinned them above his head, smirking victoriously as you panted slightly. Your eyes widened when a blush grew on the younger boy’s cheeks, a little bit of shock making him freeze as he started to fully take the situation in.

His crush was now sitting on his lap, pinning his arms above him and staring at him with a smirk on her face.

Not knowing what took over him, Wooyoung grabbed the back of you head and harshly pulled you down, connecting your lips. Not wasting any time pretending being shocked, you pushed yourself closer to him, deepening the kiss but not letting his hands go. You both had wanted this for a long time.

You still kept his hands above him, sucking and biting at his lips with a hunger. Wooyoung flipped them over and ran his hands under your shirt and up your back. His cold hands made you shiver but not wanting to lose control, you flipped them over again and pressed down hard onto Wooyoung’s lap. He threw his head back in a moan before you snaked your hand under his neck and pulled him up a bit.

“Just to be clear, i’m in charge here, Wooyoung. Don’t fucking test me.”

Wooyoung winked again, smirking up at you.

“Yes Ma’am.”

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Groaning as you stirred in your sleep, you turned over and faced your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow at his clenched face. You bit your lip, worried that he was in pain as he tightly clenched the bed sheets. Sweat started to form on his head as he stirred a little under the blanket, moving around a lot until he was completely in the open.

It was then you saw the bulge in his shorts, straining against the tight fabric as he let out a quiet moan. Turning away, you tried to calm yourself as you put on your headphones to stop his little pants and moans tempting you. Although you weren’t a virgin, Jongho was and he planned to stay that way for a while. The least you could do is wait till he’s ready, right?

You poked at your cheek with your tongue as his sounds still reached your ears, loud enough to be heard over the thumping beat of the song playing. When you skipped to the next song and The 7th Sense came on, you felt butterflies in your stomach, the provocative beat mixing with Jongho’s moans and becoming the perfect thirst trap.

Unable to resist, you started clenching your thighs, unable to control your arousal. You closed your eyes and imagined all the things you would do to him once you got the chance, only turning yourself on even more as your mind was flooded with dirty thoughts. Only when you opened your eyes again and saw Jongho’s face did you stop, guilt washing over you in a wave as you took your headphones off and lightly shook him awake.

“Jongho. Come on, time to wake up, Baby.”

“Hmm..one more minute Y/N…”

You chuckled and smiled lovingly at him, cupping his cheek.

“Oh yeah? And why should i?”

“Because i want to go back to dreaming..”

You froze as Jongho chuckled to himself, thinking only he knew the true meaning behind his words. Biting your lips, you decided to see if his thoughts towards waiting had changed.

“So..was it a… good dream?”

“Mhm, one of the best.”

Giving up on returning to dreamland, Jongho opened his eyes slowly, smiling innocently up at you which only got you more riled up. Pulling you down for a brief kiss, Jongho then licked his dry lips, every little action making it harder for you to hold back.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

Jongho’s hand dropped as he played with his fingers nervously, not sure how to phrase his thoughts.

“I..i think i’m ready. To go all the way..”

You smiled softly at Jongho and shook your head.

“All it took was one wet dream for you to crack? I thought you’d be stronger than that Jongho.”

Jongho gulped as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“H..How did you-”

You just pressed a finger to his lips and smiled.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s okay. I can wait, Baby.”

“But i don’t want to anymore Y/N, i’ve been thinking about this for a while..”

Pursing your lips, you stared at Jongho’s pleading face, debating whether you should do it or not.

“Once we do this Jongho, we can’t take it back. Are you still sure you wanna do this now?”

Jongho smiled, nodding as he ran a hand through you hair before nestling his head into your neck and starting to kiss it. He was skillful at persuading you with his mouth, yet never going past marking your neck. You had wondered every now and then what else that mouth of his could do. Tilting your head you sighed at the feeling, still unsure. Sensing this, Jongho nibbled at your earlobe before whispering into it.

“Take me Y/N. Make me yours.”

This was all it took for your strength to crack, your hand snaking up to pull Jongho’s head back roughly by his hair before starting to mark his neck, heading straight for his sweet spot. Butterflies erupted within you as Jongho held your waist tightly before letting his big hands roam, impatient and needy after his dream. Chuckling, you tugged harder on his hair, making Jongho let out a loud moan as you kissed his cheek repeatedly. You then smiled at Jongho before licking your lips at him.

“Don’t worry Baby, i’m gonna take my time to savour you so you remember this forever.”

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[delirious-donna]

Keep Quiet [ZerLu]

an: this was crawling about in my brain, so I thought it was time to get it down in writing! I cannot help but adore this pairing, although it is rare!

pairing: Zeref Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

warnings: oral sex, semi-public, teasing, Lucy being rather vocal, just general sexy brain rot

Masterlist

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, right there. F-fuck… that feels amazing.”

The garbled words were like sinful music to his ears. Accompanied by the breathiest of moans, silken thighs muffled his hearing but not enough to drown it out entirely. A head adorned with the blackest of hair peered up into the face of a goddess.

It was almost impossible to describe her radiance, but he tried nonetheless.

The low lighting of the kitchen cast Lucy in a soft glow. Her head was tipped back, gaze towards the ceiling and her lips parted as low moans travelled up her throat. The golden silk that was her hair cascaded in a shimmering waterfall around her shoulders and down her back.

He admired the blush of her cheeks and the pools of rich melted chocolate that met his own as she lowered her head. Long black lashes fanned slowly against those heated cheeks and she chewed her lip almost as if she were embarrassed by what was transpiring. Yet her words were anything but meek.

“Zeref,” she whined, “please, don’t stop. So – so close.”

He didn’t want to stop, but a pause in the proceedings was needed, a reminder that was required of his gorgeous wanton girlfriend.

Zeref rubbed his cheek against Lucy’s sensitive inner thigh, licking his lips in delight as he silenced the whimper that was about to release from her pouting mouth with one finger pressed against her glossed lips.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got to keep it down. My brother is home and we don’t want him walking in, do we?”

Lucy nipped at his finger, earning a soft growl from the depths of her boyfriend’s chest. He had half a mind to stop, to leave her a needy mess until she learned to behave herself, but she was his biggest weak spot and they both knew it.

Instead, he chose to bite her thigh.

“Behave,” he whispered.

Zeref’s obsidian eyes glittered with dark humour as his mouth resumed the work he had started not long after they had arrived back at his apartment. They had spent the evening teasing one another, and this was the end result, Lucy perched on the kitchen counter with Zeref buried between her legs.

She tasted like the sweetest nectar, he had learned that long ago and he would never tire of her delicious essence. His tongue flicked lightly against her folds, collecting what had escaped during the brief exchange of words and savouring the sensation.

A hand thrust into his hair made him groan in delight, the fingers delving deep until Lucy was gripping the very roots in her quest to pull him further against her core.

She was close, he knew her early statement had been true. Her thighs trembled, toes digging into his shoulders and shallow panting had begun in earnest.

Zeref let a hand trail up, working beneath the pale pink blouse. His digits danced across the quivering flesh of Lucy’s stomach until he reached the underside of her bra.

He was less than gentle as he forced the garment up, freeing her tits but still keeping them covered. Zeref loved that Lucy was more than his large hand could contain, the softest flesh spilling out between his splayed fingers as he kneaded her roughly.

His nose nuzzled against her hood, lips wrapped around her sensitive bundle of nerves to create a perfect suction. Her hips were rocking, chasing the friction that she so desperately craved.

Zeref had intended on extending this until she cried and pleaded for release, but the noise from down the hall changed his plans in a heartbeat.

With his free hand, he collected her slick and teased her tight, fluttering entrance. He watched her face, the cute little frown and her mouth hanging wide as she neared the precipice.

Gods, he was so hard. His jeans were far too tight against his groin and the friction of his clothes was almost enough for him to rip them away, but he couldn’t.

“Aaah!”

Lucy’s yell was far louder than he had anticipated as two of his fingers sunk into her molten centre. He cursed silently, knowing he would have to work quickly.

Those fingers plunged deeper with each stroke, soaked to his knuckles and when he curled them to find her special hidden area, she lost it.

The hand that had been freely pawing her breasts lowered to hold her securely on the counter for fear she would tumble to the floor.

Lucy bucked and writhed as she orgasmed with unrelenting force. Zeref held his fingers still, near gasping at the sensation of her walls trying to milk the digits of something they simply didn’t have, and he wished it was his cock that was buried deep instead.

There was no time for allowing Lucy a slow float back to earth, continued movement and noises were increasing from his brother’s room, and he knew they could be discovered at any moment.

Zeref stood on shaky legs, licking at his slick lips and admiring the fucked out expression that his gorgeous girlfriend wore. He pocketed the panties that he had removed earlier and tugged her skirt back into place before offering his hand.

She took it shyly, knowing that she had been louder than she should have - clearly embarrassed. Zeref wasn’t mad, he loved how vocal she was, but he had no wish for anyone else to have that intimate knowledge. He tugged her towards his bedroom with a wicked smile on his face.

He had thought they were in the clear, tiptoeing past the door where light spilled underneath, but it was too good to be true.

The door opened just as the pair were passing and they froze like deer in headlights. A mess of pink hair stood in the doorway, a deep frown on his face until he realised who he was looking at.

“What are you two up to?” Natsu teased, arms folding across his naked chest.

Zeref’s mouth opened, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks at being caught out, that was until another voice called out.

“Who’re you talking to? Come back to bed.”

Natsu looked ashen, the smug smile wiped clean from his face as both Zeref and Lucy peered deeper into his room. There, snug in his bed and completely naked it seemed, was Gray.

“Seems I could ask you the same thing brother.”

#delirious writes #zeref dragneel #zeref #zeref x lucy #zerlu #lucy heartfilia #lucy smut #zeref smut #fairy tail smut

[lavishedinjimin]

aa can i get angel!reader and demon!jikook (it could be one member too if you're comfortable with it hehe) for the drabbles? thank u so much for opening request and have a nice day 💌🐇

omg,,

tags: angel!reader x demon!jikook, ropes, nothing too extreme but hey they're literally demons so it is pretty extreme :P

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despite having a close age gap in the human world, jimin was more, let's say, mellow than jungkook when it comes to decisions. their moral grounds were both far beyond ethical standards, but with that in mind, the boys still had a divergent choice of judgment.

which, in comparison to jungkook's provoking, taunting stare he gives you, jimin inhales sharply from the sight. a random angel like you in his lair, wrists tied by ropes around a thick stalagmite and your naked body laying down on the cold floor. jungkook had no remorse in ravishing you, an angel who was so easy to manipulate. he didn't even have to use that much of his power to make you submit to him. just his mere presence alone made you drop down to your knees and crave for a demon's touch.

"took you long enough," jungkook smirks, glancing at jimin before returning his attention to you. he slowly traces his index finger along your tear-stained cheek, his black-colored eyes running all over your body, "look what i've found roaming around the place."

"jungkook, did you just tear its wings off?" jimin exclaims, dropping down to his knees beside you where your wings lay, charred along the edges. his hands gently touch along the feathers that were once your magnificent pride but were now all ripped away from you.

"it's what she gets," jungkook shrugs, "but c'mon, jimin. at least admit that you like seeing her like this. it's rare to catch a dumb angel wandering around hell, you know?"

jimin does not feel any remorse, contrary to the pitiful expression that was on his face. he tends to hide his devilish nature unlike jungkook does. still, the sight of a poor little angel like you, vulnerable, looking do fucking delicious sparks a flame inside of him.

"oh dear," jimin forges a pout, "what did he do to you, hm?"

he looks down and pushes your legs apart, cooing as he sees white cream dripping down your pussy. "did jungkook fuck you good, huh?"

the younger one who kneels in front of you chuckles before proceeding to stroke his throbbing dick that still leaks in cum. he was still hard, as demons like them could go for multiple rounds at once without getting tired. he thrusts his hips into the roughness of his hand as jimin reaches your breast. you moan as he pinches your erect nipple, body twitching.

"you're such a sweet girl," jimin grins, feeling your soft skin, "it's a shame that you had to be bruised up like this. but who's fault is it, hm? what made you end up in hell?"

jungkook laughs, eyes turning into little slits as he stares at jimin taking out his dick from his pants.

"for being a slut, who knows."

jimin turns his head to jungkook, "how many times?"

"four."

jimin scoffs and prods his tongue against the inside of his cheek, "fuck, angel. he's made you his toy, huh? bet this pussy's so sore—ohh there you go..." jimin whispers the last phrase when you quiver profoundly after he inserts his fingers inside your aching, inflamed cunt. he fingers you for a moment, feeling a huge wave of satisfaction entering his soulless body. jungkook watches you shake, proud of the mess he made you into. jimin's job was now to finish you off.

"let me take care of this, shall i?" jimin states before he cuts the rope with a flick of his finger against it, releasing you from the rough constraints. you sigh in relief but was quickly replaced with a yelp when jimin carries you into his lap as quick as a whiff of air, immediately aligning the tip of his thick cock along your entrance.

"ow, fuck," you cry, tears falling down your cheeks as he bounces you up and down using the strength of his arms. you were facing away from him, and jungkook takes this opportunity to look you directly into your eyes.

he no longer sees the purity angels were supposed to have. you were now just like them; eyes purely black, skin bruised and scarred. the scab on your shoulder blades from the extraction of your wings was jimin's view, and he gets turned on by them. those scars will never heal that will forever signify your eternal damnation in hell.

wet, filthy, and loud sounds were echoing across the lair as jimin drills your cunt from below. jungkook takes the opportunity to come close and kiss your battered lips from all the biting, kissing you intensely. jungkook was drinking up all the whimpers and screams that came from your mouth, feeling a fifth orgasm building up.

"fuck, angel," jimin jeers, feeling your walls tighten around him, "you're cumming already? i've barely started with you." he spanks your ass sharply, your upper body struggling to keep its composure so you lay your hands on jungkook's torso.

jungkook wasn't done masturbating as well. the louder your moans were, the faster he strokes his cock. "she's being filled up so well, jimin," jungkook moans, "such a good angel for us, letting us do whatever we fucking want."

"i'm—i think," you didn't have the energy to finish your sentence as your body experiences a strong, agonizing orgasm. your body falls onto jungkook, holding onto him as jimin was still pumping his cock up into your pussy, fucking you into oblivion. jungkook holds your head up with two hands, one thumb finding its way inside your mouth for you to suck.

"good slut. take all of his dick," jungkook growls, "i hope you know this is how you'll live each of your day."

your eyes were barely keeping themselves open, your mind almost shutting down.

"your cunt belongs to us now," jungkook says in a low voice, pushing his thumb deeper inside. he smiles in amusement, "welcome to hell, angel."

#bts kinky hours open #jimin smut #jungkook smut #jungkook stay alive #dom jungkook #dom jimin #bts demon au #bts devil au #bts x reader drabbles

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━  using your safeword scenarios p.2 ★

characters :  koshi sugawara, atsumu miya, kotaro bokuto 

i decided to make this the p.2 and include suga since like 3 ppl asked for him so yeah !!

p.1   + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw :  not proof read, f! reader , size kink + not enough prep , spanking, dumbification, degradation, daddy/master kink, dacryphilia,  hurt + comfort, red! used as safeword, authority kink, angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

Sugawara 

- he was always a softie to you

- praising you at everything you did and calling you a goodgirl too <3

- but when you reunited with your friends from highschool they all talked about how their partners would go rough on them bringing you curiosity on the thought of suga being rough with you

- they teased you for having such a soft boyfriend while they went on and on about how you should try it out too.

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- you wondered what would make him tick so you tried being a bit bratty when you got home

- you’d reply with “make me” and he was clueless he’d just go “uhh..okay? can you please sit down?”

- having enough of it he confronted you about it 

he hovered over you on top of the couch, staring into your eyes with worry. “y/n what’s gotten into you today? are you okay honey?” his voice was soft, full of  concern. you sighed avoiding his worrisome gaze at you. you felt bad for making your boyfriend become worry about you. he at first assume you had a bad day with your friends since you never acted so bratty towards him.

you took a deep breath now turning to face him completely, with your face slowly heating up. “its nothing koshi..i just wanted to try something” he titled his head in confusion at your words. “you wanted to try to be a brat to me? why would you wanna do that?” your cheeks now fully red in embarrassment. “n-no i thought maybe you could be a bit more um..rough with me..” he blinked a few times to analyze what you just told him.

i-its fine if you don’t want t-to!” you covered your face with your hands while he sighs in relief glad you weren’t having a bad day. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms to have you seated on his lap. “now what brought this up my love?” he asks kissing your forehead while he roams his hand through your hair. “well.. my friends said they really enjoyed it when their partners were rough with them and i just wanted to try it out so i thought being bratty might you know...make you wanna put me in my place and stuff..” you shyly spoke as you fiddle with your hands, a sign of nervousness he’s picked up from having dating you so long. 

“you sure baby?” his voice now sounding serious. the sad part was you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted this. feeling pressured to do it if you were being honest. you were fine with the way sex with suga was soft, nice and sweet. you did enjoy when he would speed up his thrusts when his high was approaching, but even at that you’d let tears fall at the stretch of him going fast. 

ignoring your uncertainty, you nodded looking him in the eyes. he could tell you were still nervous, but if you were okay about it he couldn’t say no to his princess. he kissed your cheek while getting close to your ear, whispering seductively “well since you were all bratty don’t you think you deserve a bit of punishment?” you looked up at him with clueless eyes, clenching your thighs together at his new tone. 

“um o-okay..koshi-”

“master, let’s go with that alright princess?”

you nodded letting him position you down on his lap, your stomach on his knees and head resting on the couch cushion. “ you know the safeword right darling?” you tried to look up at him, but your movements being limited. 

“yes koshi..”

“koshi?” he questions.

“ah i-i mean master!” you quickly corrected yourself. 

he patted your head smiling at your obedience. “goodgirl..now then” he tugged the waistband of your skirt smirking at your eager wiggle for him to remove them faster still felling uneasy, but full of anticipation  at what suga had in store for you. “now now, be patient you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment you know?” 

“m’ sorry master..” he slid your skirt down, removing it finally, tossing it to the side of the living room, leaving you with nothing but underwear that was soaked with your juices. he rubbed soothing circles on your asscheek before he placed a mean slap on it. you jumped at the unexpected sting, your eyes starting to water with no tears falling just yet. “such a naughty thing huh?” landing another slap on your ass rubbing it to sooth the pain. the sting feeling good but the words he spoke starting to get you, breaking you down one by one. 

“what happened to my goodgirl huh? she came home so bratty..such a badgirl.” your pupils shrunk at the fact he called you bad. goodgirl was something he’d always call you making you blush and smile but the fact now you were his badgirl set something off in you. 

you wanted to push the feeling off you really did, but the slaps on your ass made you feel hazy and your tears started to fall on the couch. “why so quiet?you sure had a lot to say when you came home. is my badgirl finally gonna take her punishment like she’s supposed too?” slapping your ass once more leaving hand prints on it now that were bound to stay for awhile. 

you didn’t respond, instead you just sobbed in on yourself feeling small and pathetic that the fact he called you a badgirl was enough to make tears stain your cheeks. he froze turning you to face him on his lap. “hey baby you okay?was it too much??” 

“r-red..” finally speaking, he quickly pulled you in his embrace peppering your faces with kisses letting out soft apologies. “why’d you force yourself baby?” he whispers kissing you softly yet full of love.

“i-i’m still your goodgirl... right? i didn’t mean to be bad i promise..i thought i could take it but..” the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.

“but what baby you can say it i won’t get mad, i could never” you rested your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“i couldn’t..i like it when you’re soft with me..c-can we do that instead?? please master!”

he smirked at the fact you called him master, it made his cock twitch in his jeans. relief he didn't hurt you, he started kissing down your neck, letting one hand wander up your shirt to play with your hardening nipple. 

“of course. whatever my goodgirl wants. just please never force yourself to do anything ever again till you’re 100% okay with. got it?”

“yes master.”

Atsumu

- this man is kinda like kuroo 

- heavy with his degradation. 

- you didn’t mind ofc!! he’d reassure you he didn't mean what he said with his aftercare

- but tonight, he told you to ride him since you were being extra needy for him.

- he wanted to tease you and not fully give in and help you cum just to mess with you and have you beg.

-and well...he may have mixed in some dumbification.

- lets just say you might have taken some things to heart.

he clicked his tongue disappointed at your attempts to bounce on his cock. it hurt just dropping onto his dick but each time you bounced on it, you could feel the painful drag stretching your walls open making you sob. “come on..that all you got? it’s no fun having a dumb crybaby on my cock.” him calling you dumb catches you off guard, but choosing to ignore it you tried again this time quickening your pace.

he didn’t even let a grunt at the feeling just staring at you with a look of disapproval, already panting in exhaustion. he sighed getting tired of seeing you’re pathetic movements, he pushed you back down to take initiative having his cock still stuffed inside you. you let out a yelp at the unexpected change as he started rutting his hips into you, using your hips as support to hold himself, you moaned gripping his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back to your head.

“was that so hard? i thought dumb needy sluts would try harder to try and get what they want.” he tutted, ramming into you meaner and harder, his cock grazing the tip of your cervix. you choked out a sob trying to look back at him, starting to not like were this was going.“m’..i was  trying my best daddy..”

“were you though? as always my dumb slut needs her daddy to step in and help her since she can’t do anything right.” the last sentence making your heart stop and everything around you freeze. did he really see you this way? as a dumb needy slut who can’t do anything right? you thought back to all the times you needed his help even beyond sex like when you’d ask him to help you get something that was too high up for you at a store, needed him to walk you home cause you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself. 

all these memories making your head feel dizzy. did he mean it??he never complained he was always happy to help his girlfriend. you started to continuously sob out apologies. your tears being easily mistaken for tears of pleasure, which only turned him on even more. 

“aw.” he faked sympathy for you with a frown, grabbing your chin to look at him. “its okay, daddy will find a use for you. after all the only thing you’re good at is being a dumb cocksleeve for me to pump full.” his eyes were dark when he spoke almost sadistically. the pleasure you were once receiving from him started turning to pain making you scream. 

“no more!! red! red! please atsumu stop!” he pulled out the second you tried pushing him off. 

he took a step-back watching as you slowly breakdown in front of him. he was scared, terrified even at seeing you so hurt you went as far as to use the little strength in you to push him off. 

he got off the bed running to the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe you. he returned sitting at the foot of the bed slowly approaching you with shaky hands. proceeding to wipe your tears away with it, glad you didn’t flinch at him. 

“hey..no more tears it’s okay its okay─i didn’t mean it i swear!” his voice cracked, with his eyes starting to water as well. you flipped yourself over to rest your head on his thigh. “thank god.” he mumbled looking up in relief. he was scared you were mad at him or was mad at him forever. 

the room was silent for a few minutes with only the movements of atsumu playing with your hair telling you over and over again how sorry he was.

“am i really that useless atsu..?” you mumbled, the thought of you calling yourself useless, being drilled into your head by atsumu made his heart sink. he quickly corrects you, pulling you up off his thigh into a tight hug, swinging you back and forth like a toddler. 

“NO! NO! thats untrue! i-i’m so sorry you’re not useless! you a very useful pretty baby that i love more than a-anything so don’t ever say that!” his tears falling down his cheeks hitting your skin. you started to feel your tears come up again too. you didn’t precisely see him cry, but you could tell by his broken tone he was almost as hurt as you. 

you wrapped your arms around him, as he gripped onto you tighter, scared you’d runaway or leave. 

“i’m sorry baby....i promise to never call you those things ever again.” he promised pulling away to look you in the eyes. you smiled making his heart skip a beat. 

“let’s go to sleep okay prettygirl?”

Bokuto

- he can get out of hand

- i wouldn’t say bokuto would be as rough vocally as the previous ones.

- HOWEVER, his cock is something you’ll never get used to

- each time you two did he had to prep you and even then it still hurt.

- you never complained though it was always temporary.

- he came home after a stressful game and only won because of pure luck.

- he was tired and needed to blow off steam immediately

- you being his cute wife was happy to help <3

he sloppily kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to have a turn at your breasts. you bit your lip to suppress your moans. “come on baby make some noise will ya?” he said removing your shorts completely before sucking at your clit making you wince, your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. he began to stuff a finger in you feeling you clench around his finger.

“yeah just like that─fuck you’re really wet baby.” he licked his lips at the sight of your wet cunt. removing his finger completely, while running his thumb up and down your folds. he was getting impatient wanting to just ruin you already. he unbuckled his pants removing it quickly not remembering how big he was compared to you. removing his boxers just to let his cock spring free. you opened your eyes to see his tip slowly enter you. 

“w-wait bo! need more p-prep!”

“come on baby your a big girl right? you can take it.” your head fell back into the pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks at the stretch. no matter no many times bokuto fucked you it still hurt. you gripped a chunk of the bed sheets in your fists tightly, holding onto it for your dear life. 

he slowly went in you fully throwing his head back at how your gummy walls clenched around him so tightly. he knew it hurt you but it brought him a lot of pleasure that it did. the fact your tiny little hole would stretch pass its limit just to accumulate his fat cock was almost enough to make him cum right there.

he stilled for a few seconds, only to thrust roughly into you like a man starved of lust. you screamed as his fat cock dragged along your walls at the abnormal pace.  you didn’t know if you could last if you were being honest, it hurt it really did. normally, it would last a few thrusts but this time it lasted way too long for your liking. 

“bo! please s-slow down─ah!” he sped up his paces being too lost in his own pleasure to hear you. “bo!” you screamed still not getting his attention. 

feeling uneasy you let out a yell of the safeword “RED!” he halted his thrusts looking down at your face that was streaming with tears. 

‘oh no oh no i─ baby i’m sorryyyy!” his hair flopping down going into his emo mode. he collapsed on top of you falling on your breasts looking up at you like a wounded puppy. you chuckled and played with his hair while he hugged you tightly. still in you.

“ its okay bo..” you smiled while he got off your breast to cup your face kissing it softly. 

“i’m sorry i didnt realize i was hurting you baby─ do you want me to stop we can stop!-”

“no bo its okay!its okay!” you quickly reassured kissing his cheek falling back on the bed rubbing your remaining tears away.

“just go slow okay? then when i’m fully ‘adjusted’ you can go fast and as rough as you want.”

you whispered making his emo mode fade away and his face light up with glee like he just won a prize.

“r-really? as rough as i want?” he asked making sure, you smiled in response. “yes bo. just start slow okay? i promise.” he nodded placing his hands at your sides to thrust slowly into you. he lowered himself to you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he began to kiss you passionately. 

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 bokuto’s is really soft he’s a goofball and i love em sm. also never wrote for suga before?? i hope you suga stans liked it tho it was kinda hard to write him since i don’t seem him as the type to degrade his partner he’s just here to please his baby.

i still am taking requests all links are above and down here. remember to drink water. oh and heres the m.sterlist in case you missed it <3♡

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A/N: I literally started writing like 5 fics trying to find something that sticks😭but im backkkk…and im back with you guys’ favorite coupleeeee🤪this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around and i hope y’all like it…enjoy🙃

To sum it all up, your sex drive and need for Harry was on fire and a little out of control. You managed to be completely satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. While you felt so good after each and every round, you craved something more. You were needing round after round after round of pleasure from Harry. Whether it be from his cock, hands, or mouth, you could honestly care less if it meant that you’d be filled to the brim with the highly addictive pleasure Harry gave you. Your hormones only made it even more impossible to not want and crave more pleasure. They only intensified the already strong need  had him and made the pleasure that much more seismic and addictive. Even though by the end of one round alone Harry had you completely shaking and numb, your mind and body still managed to cry out for more. 

Now Harry thought this constant need of yours was incredibly hot and he absolutely loved having you wrapped around his finger and desperate for any physical touch from him. It was mind blowing to him that after a round of him consistently pounding into you over and over again, you’d still be sipping wet and waiting for more. But while all of that was the case, Harry also recognized that you in fact had him wrapped around your finger as well. While he loved making you beg and do anything he said in order for the mess between your legs to be taken care of, he knew that you also loved knowing that he wouldn’t not take care of you. If you hadn’t done anything warranting a punishment from him, Harry wasn’t going to let you suffer. But the problem with that though, is the fact that Harry was having a bit of a hard time keeping up with you.

See, whenever you two went at it, Harry strived to give you everything he had. He wanted every single time he pushed or licked into you to be the most pleasurable experience you’d ever felt until the next time. Well, more like the next round. Harry took your pleasure seriously, he felt like you deserved 110% all of the time and if it meant blowing his back out in the process of blowing yours out so that the experience could be beyond amazing, then so be it. However, the problem manifests itself after Harry gives the first 110%. Since there was quite an age gap between the two of you, while you were parting your legs or hopping on top of him for more, Harry was asking for at least 15 minuets to recover. Now he did have his moments where it seemed like he was unstoppable, but he also had moments where he needed a bit of an extended break in between. 

But even though this was the case and you absolutely loved him for wanting to put your pleasure at the forefront, you were more than happy to take charge and pleasure the both of you, the same way Harry did because the same way he made sure you were taken care of, you wanted to do the same for him. And while Harry too appreciated that, he couldn’t help but make little jokes about how he was becoming your personal sex toy instead of the other way around. To which you would then remind him of the time when he took you in just about every way possible until he was done with you (which was amazing by the way). You were also more than willing to take control because you found that whenever you took over and pushed you both to your respective releases, Harry would cum a bit harder than he would if the roles were reversed. 

Now at this point in you and Harry’s rendezvous, you were two for two with your releases. In the earlier part of your time together, the two of you were lying together in bed, with you on top and going in the opposite direction of Harry, giving you both the opportunity to completely mouth at each other. Harry had a firm hold on your hips to keep you right on his mouth as he sucked, licked, poked, and prodded at your center. As he did this, you were tugging at and sucking his cock, making sure to not forget about his warm and heavy balls in the process. You and Harry melted into each other as you both received and gave one another pleasure. The way Harry’s mouth engulfed and perfectly moved back and forth against you was indescribable. He knew exactly where to lick and suck and focus his movements, and knowing exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry made you feel so good that it was hard to even keep him in your mouth with the way you were constantly moaning. It just felt so good. It didn’t help that you could hear him going on and on about how good you tasted and even moaning against your pussy. But you weren’t the only enjoying the immense pleasure. Harry too was completely engulfed in the way your mouth and hands sent shockwaves and a feeling of euphoria through his body. He could feel every movement of your tongue and every contraction of your throat around him. Now if there was one thing that would always be his favorite when it came to your mouth on his cock, it’d be how sloppy you were with it. You’d slobber all over his shaft and balls, then take him as far down your throat as possible before gagging around his shaft and getting him even wetter. the same way Harry went on and on about your cunt, you did the same with his cock, going on about how big he was and how much you loved having him fill your mouth. Your moans as well sent shockwaves through his body, only pushing him closer and closer to the edge. And eventually, the two of you were catapulted off together, Harry released spurt after of his thick cum into your mouth as you squirted right against his mouth.  

This was just you guys’ first pair of releases.

The second pair came around no more than 5 minuets ago. After using your mouths, the both of you were ready for more. It was not long before Harry was sinking his still rock hard cock into your soaked cunt. The both of you nearly came on the spot it felt so good. Once he’d fully sank into you, Harry wasted no time picking up the speed of his hips and pounding himself down into you. It felt so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out strings of loud moans and cries. Your mind was completely jumbled as you took every last stroke from him. Your moans and his grunts, along with the sound of his cock drilling into your sopping wet cunt along with the sounds of your skin slapping against each others filled the room. As you two continued on, you’d flipped in between different positions. From Harry pinning you down from behind to having your legs practically pinned to your chest as Harry slammed into you over and over again. The two of you only made it through about three or so positions before coming around to you riding Harry and carrying you both through to your second releases.

While Harry was thinking the last round was the final one, you had other ideas. 

“Can we go again daddy?” You ask sweetly, proceeding to bite your lip. 

“I don’t think I can keep up with you.” He pants, not feeling any spurts of energy to get him through another round. 

“You don’t have to lift a finger daddy, just let me do it!” You excitedly instruct him before leaning down to press a quick peck to his lips. 

You then proceed to begin moving yourself up and down on his cock, forming a little rhythm with your movements. You quickly bounced yourself up and down in his lap, taking his cock all the way up into you as deep as possible over and over again. As you continued on, your moans were just as loud as before, and you continued to slur your speech as you went on and on about how full you were and how good you felt. Harry too let out strings of deep moans and grunts below you, enjoying the way you moved your warm and sticky cunt around him. When you started feeling a dull tingling sensation in your feet and legs, you knew that your lower half was almost numb. To push you and Harry to your third and final pair of releases, you started grinding down into his lap. You’d push your front down into his so that you could dig your tingling button into the coarse hairs surrounding his cock. The feeling was absolutely incredible and pushed you closer and closer to your final climax. To push Harry along with you, you start off by reaching back and tugging at his warm balls. When you do this, Harry lets out a loud and desperate moan below you. He was already beyond his normal sensitivity so a couple squeezes from you felt incredible and furthermore pushed him closer to the edge.

What did the trick for the two of you though was when you grabbed both of Harry’s hands and brought them up to your body. You brought one down to your clit, and the other up to your chest to squeeze at one of your bouncing breasts.

“Touch me daddy!” You cry out to him, feeling your release speeding towards you. “M’so close!” You whine, swiftly grinding against his cock and down into his hand. 

“Me too doll!” Harry grunts, bucking up into you ever so slightly.

And in no time, you were squirting uncontrollably against him. Harry began to let go not too long after when he began to feel the warm liquid begin to run down his balls. He watched and listened to you whimper and thrash in his lap from the overstimulation as he completely emptied himself into you, giving everything he had left to give. Once you’ve rode the waves of your release, you collapse onto Harry’s chest, too tired to even hold yourself up anymore. 

“Did you finally wear yourself out sweets?” Harry breathes, bringing his arms around your body and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. 

“Mhm, felt so good.” You whisper dreamily, reminiscing on the immense pleasure that came from the last three rounds. 

“I bet it did baby.” Harry hums, dragging his hand up and down your back, feeling you slightly clench up around him. “I remember when I was your age and my hormones were crazy too.” Harry chuckles. 

“Yeah, and now you’re an old man. But it’s okay because you’re my old man.” You sigh, pressing a small kiss into his skin.

“M’not old!” Harry softly whines before lightly pinching your side. “You’re gonna get it in the morning.” Harry warns playfully. 

“We’ll see, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up.”

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⛺ i have set up my tent in ur inbox. i would drink warm milk but im in bed and its cold so im just too lazy </3 -qx

DIH | When sleeplessness never comes

Bonten x Reader || 800 words

A/N: For you qx anon 🤧💕 (I hope u fell asleep tho)

Sleep never came for you, so you decided to make a short trip to the kitchen when suddenly, before your feet could touch the floor, your eyes saw two colored heads peeking at the border of your bed.

“Is there any reason why you two are here?” You asked; seeing the two men sitting at the foot of your bed was strange. The half circles of pink and purple jumped at your voice.

“Ran is on a job, and-” Rindou fastly spoke, but he was interrupted by a second voice

“And we were too lazy to go back home,” Sanzu added, but you suspected it was a lie.

“My question was, why are you two sitting on the floor, specifically,” you chuckled at their sad expressions changing as realization hit them.

“We didn't want to disturb...” began the pink-haired man.

“...your sleep,” finished Rindou.

“Liars, besides, I was not sleeping,” you countered. “You knew that.”

“No...” began the pinknette. Sanzu stood up, dusting his pants as his blue eyes connected with you. “I mean, maybe...” a smirk grew in between his scarred cheeks.

Rindou wasn't far behind, stretching like a cat from being in the same sitting position for a while. In all honesty, both knew you were awake for a while now. But none wanted to intrude in your space, dumb; they know that, but it's not that simple. Sometimes it was just about being around you, not necessarily holding you or touching you. There was a certain calmness you brought them, and that's what they needed.

It was not the first time any of them would be around you without you noticing them. It gave them peace of mind, the chaos and turmoils inside them would cease. They basked in your presence.

“The both of you, come here,” you patted the empty spaced on your bed, “I guess you can stay until K-” You could not finish the sentence since two big bodies collided with you, sending you flying flat on the mattress. “I can’t breath,” you barely let out.

“Sanzu, your arm is crushing her,” said Rindou.

“I’m not the one who has a leg wrapped around her,” said the pinknette.

As they both bickered, you were lying down, looking at the ceiling and wondering if you could have worded that sentence better.

“No, because you're hogging her chest,” Rindou kept complaining.

“And what do you want me to do?” Sanzu buried his head on your neck, trying to ignore Rindou.

“Give me the right tit, at least,” The younger Haitani tried to yank Sanzu’s arm, but his fingers gripped something more.

“Rindou! That's my nipple!!” You shrieked. A panicked Rindou began to apologize and rub your chest. Such action only earned him a slap on the forehead from you, and Sanzu snickered like a hyena at your other side.

“What the hell is going on here!?!” the lights flickered on as Kokonoi stormed in, “What are you two doing here? Tonight’s my turn!” the long-haired man proceeded to pull the out of the bed. “Get out! Out!!”Sanzu continued to laugh on the floor as if Kokonoi hadn't just dropped him without remorse nor concern for their heads. Rindou, on the other hand, still spilled apology after apology, with red cheeks on.

“Koko! Don’t be mean! And—And Sanzu, stop laughing like that! You’re gonna choke!!” you shouted at the mess your once calm night was.

“Let him choke!” exclaimed Kokonoi.

“Koko, no,” you gave him a stern look.

-

“Why? Just why you two always drag me to whatever shit you do?” Kokonoi had his eyes closed—head resting on your sternum while you stroked his long locks.

“Stop complaining; at least you have like eighty percent of her body,” said Rindou, who was hugging your elbow as his feet dangled from the bed.

“I have the head, and I'm not weeping like you,” Sanzu’s cheek rested on the crown of your head.

“Can you all stop talking about my body in parts?” you mumbled tiredly. “And you’ve been arguing for hours! It's morning already!”

The three men surrounding you eyed the windows, and yes, you were correct. The sun was already up in the sky.

“Rindou, this is your fault,” Sansu said.

“Agreed,” Kokonoi pushed the younger haitani off the bed once again.

“that's what you get for pinching my nipple,” you said as you closed your eyes and hugged Koko’s head as a pillow.

“I said I was sorry!”

“Y/N! I can't breathe!” muffled cries came from Koko, “you know what, that's fine.”

“A good way of dying,” murmured Sanzu, “Mikey would envy you.”

“Shut up!” you groaned, and three voices apologized instantly. Once from the floor, one from your chest and one from the top of your head.

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Wolf! Ateez: Smelling Someone Else's Scent On Their Mate

Warnings: Allusions to forced servitude, jealous rages, brief mentions of violence, harassment, hostile treatment and a few other angsty scenarios.

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❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Y/N, remember our mate said not to wander off too far." Your wolf reminded you, ever cautious about the instructions Hongjoong placed on you. And she knew what you were up to when you neared the more forbidden part of the forest during one of your walks.

"It'll be ok, don't worry. Honestly, when did you become such a wuss?" Not taking kindly to your teasing, she began to growl at you, a soft snort coming out.

"I'd rather not be on the edge of death again, thank you very much."

You ended up wandering around so far for so long that you didn't notice until it started to get dark. You immediately began running back, knowing that Hongjoong would be upset and sick with worry if he didn't find you back in the cottage. So concentrated on finding your way back, your senses fell deaf on the presence that noticed you a few feet back and had begun to follow you. Seeing the opportunity, the figure jumped out right in front of you, startling you when you saw who it was.

"Hey there babygirl." Even through the shadows, you could tell that he was donning the same shit eating smirk that you had grown to hate.

"Ch-Chan...." You whispered softly backing away from him. It seemed luck wasn't on your side as you ended up backing up into a tree and your old acquaintance didn't miss the chance to trap you, his body pressing close against yours.

"You were awfully hard to find my dear. You have absolutely no idea how much I missed you..." Lowering your head, you whimpered softly when he started leaning in close to you, shutting your eyes and trying to push him away. Just as soon as he was going to tilt your face towards him so he could kiss you, he paused when he discerned something strange.

"You've been whoring around with someone haven't you?" He raised an eyebrow, fingers clasping your jaw so you could look at him.

"Chan... I think it's best if you go.... I found my mate."

He widened his eyes at your words, feeling loss for words when he heard you say that. He scoffed and released you from his hold.

"Your mate huh? Ok then..... go back to your mate then....." Turning around, he proceeded to walk away from you, rather suspiciously. You knew it wasn't like him to simply let you go like that. You knew him far too well to know he wasn't leaving in peace.

But you had no time to wonder what he was planning. The moon was out and you dashed back into the cottage as fast as you could, nearly slamming into the door when you tried to get in. You were a panting mess when you came in, legs burning from all that running. Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you heard footsteps approaching you, belonging to none other than your beloved mate. As expected, he looked like he nearly had a heart attack.

"What happened? Are you hurt? You have no idea how worried I-" In coming up to check you thoroughly, he could smell someone else's scent on you. Furrowing his eyebrows, he pulled you close and deeply inhaled your neck. Indeed, it was a powerful scent, much like the ones only Alphas tended to emit. His mind started to put pieces together, you going out frequently, coming back late and smelling like someone else....

You gasped when your usually sweet mate suddenly pressed you up against the wall, hands pining your wrists above your head as he snarled at you.

"Who the fuck have you been seeing behind my back?"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It had been a little bit over a week or so since that entire scene with Seonghwa. You honestly didn't understand how you were not thrown out right then and there for acting so brazen around him. And more confusing is why he'd suddenly go on a mysterious trip out of nowhere. It didn't matter to you. It resulted in you not having to face him for a while and you were glad of that. Every time you were around him, you got nervous and jittery. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact you knew you were destined to him.

That alone made you anxious. And every time you thought about it, you found yourself stumbling on your work.

"Y/N! Watch out!" Had it none been for one of the butlers passing by to help catch you from falling back, you would have seriously gotten injured.

"Oof! Thanks Ahren." You smiled at him as you tried to adjust the pile of blankets you had in your hands. Grimacing when he saw you struggling to carry them up the stairs, the fellow servant took pity on you and walked up to take the blankets off your hands.

"Here, I'll take them up to the supply closet. You can take that tray of food there and take it to the young master. He is your charge after all."

You couldn't hide the anxiety in your face when he said that.

"He..he's back?" Ahren nodded, quickly leaving you standing there in disbelief.

"Seonghwa is back and I didn't even know about it? Why would he not call for me?"

You shook your head, reminding yourself that you didn't even want to see him. And yet, you were left with no choice but to go see him. You tried so hard to calm your nerves, calm your trembling hands so you wouldn't accidentally spill any of the contents in the tray you were carrying. Standing outside his door, you took a deep breath, ready to knock on the door, but of course, the man behind the door beat you to it, opening it up as he smiled softly at you.

"I thought it was you.."

Stepping aside so you could come inside, Seonghwa watched you with a melancholic gaze as you set the tray on his desk. His nose started twitching though when he smelt a strange odor on you that he couldn't quite register. Coming closer, he scared you when he suddenly pressed his nose on the nape of your neck, making you freeze at the contact.

"Have you......were you around somebody else..?" Although his wolf was writhing in anger, Seonghwa remained calmed, not wanting to jump to conclusions and much less frighten you, especially after what happened last time.

"Oh. One of the butlers caught me and prevented a nasty fall." You quickly explained, knowing what he was referring to.

"Oh...I see......" Seonghwa responded, face looking down.

The atmosphere felt so cold and awkward between you both, it was tense and you had no idea what else to say. Sighing softly, you decided it was best to leave.

"Your breakfast is there Sir. If there isn't anything else you need, I shall take my leave."

Before you could even take one step, Seonghwa stopped you, hand gripping your wrist.

"Wait...before you go... I wanted to talk to you about something..."

Not waiting for a response, Seonghwa led you towards the bed, sitting you down first before taking a seat himself. He seemed nervous and unsure about how to approach whatever it was he wanted to say.

"I don't know if you wondered about why I left so suddenly....you probably don't even care and that's fine..." You'd be lying if you said you didn't wonder about it.

"But I left because of what you said on that day. I went away so I could trace back your history, especially about your family....." His voice faltered at the end, his eyes coming up to meet your incredulous ones. Had he really?

"I wanted to find out what happened, but I was afraid of asking you. I didn't wish to make you uncomfortable with the topic and I'm sure you probably didn't want to relive those tragic moments."

You were in disbelief. He had actually gone out of his way to find out your entire past? You were shocked about it that you didn't even notice Seonghwa had come closer to you until you felt his arms wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry..... it probably doesn't mean much but... I truly am sorry.."

Unable to hold in the tears, you began crying into his chest, and Seonghwa was kind enough to hold you during your sobbing session. You never thought that a wolf's embrace would be so comforting and yet......

You felt truly safe in Seonghwa's arms.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I take it the negotiations are going well?" You turned your head to the male next to you, his features as stone cold as your own.

"Splendid indeed. Father is excited at the prospect of extending our commercial territory. Several parcels containing some of our most famous medicines are already being shipped out beyond the western regions."

You nodded your head at the information your brother was relaying to you, always keeping you up to date on the kingdom affairs.

"I'm surprised that it's all moving so quickly." Your brother nodded in agreement.

"Yes I'm shocked as you are. And yet, wolves are such an intriguing, enthusiastic and rather pleasant kind to be around. Very friendly as well." Unable to resist the urge to poke a little fun at you, he allowed himself to snicker as he bumped his elbow against your ribcage.

"One just needs to open up to them."

Turning to him, you were about to say something to him but unfortunately your brother beat you to it as he cupped your cheeks and pecked your forehead in an affectionate manner.

"Don't be so cold towards him Y/N. He truly does care for you....more than you know."

Letting out a loud and annoyed huff, you turned to the opposite direction and headed in the direction of your beloved garden. Taking out the sharp clippers that you had tied to your waist, you began to tend to your plants with utter delicacy and gentleness. You smiled softly to yourself, tilting your head to the right when you heard a few leaves rustling behind you.

"Is that you hiding in the bushes pup?"

You chuckled when indeed Yunho came out of his hiding place. Turning around, you were surprised to see that instead of the usual bright smile he was always donning, he wore a dark and somewhat grim expression on his face. It was rather fascinating to you.

"Oh my. Pup are you doing all right?" You questioned him.

Yunho only answered with an angry scoff, arms folding across his chest. Stepping closer towards you, he brought his face close to yours, which had you widening your eyes at the close proximity. And when he clasped your shoulders and pressed his nose against your neck, you stiffened considerably, trying hard to calm your heart lest you accidentally released one of your spells unconsciously. Yunho was not making it easier on you when he started to emit low and faint growls. You had never seen him act this way and it was making you feel all sorts of emotions that you couldn't even make out what they were.

"You even reek like him..." He snarled as he began nuzzling his nose deeper in your neck.

"Huh?" Your word was barely above a whisper, as your breath was caught by the sudden show of affection.

"That man you were with. He's got his scent all over you when you should only smell like me." With a gruff, he pulled away to face you.

"Who is he and why is he trying to ruin all my hard work to try and win you over?"

You were so confused about what he meant, especially after that random attack on your neck that still had you dizzy, but when it clicked in your head, you rolled your eyes.

"You mean my brother?" Now it was Yunho's turn to look shocked.

"What?"

"My older brother. You know? The crown prince of this kingdom? You may have forgotten because I do indeed have a lot of siblings."

Yunho's mouth went agape at the information, his cheeks turning crimson red with embarrassment.

"I'm.....I'm.....oh god." He couldn't even look at you anymore as he realized he made himself look like a fool for letting his jealous emotions get the better of him. It mostly faded away though when he heard your soft laughter coming from behind, shocking him when he saw you smiling for the first time.

"Can't believe you pup actually got jealous of my brother." You continued giggling.

Although it made his embarrassment increase, Yunho couldn't complain.

"But it certainly got you to laugh right?" Now it was your turn to get embarrassed as you realized he was right, and that damned wolf had the audacity to smile smugly when your expression suddenly changed. Feeling utterly shy, you wrapped your cloak around yourself and began to walk away as fast as you could, not wanting him to see how flustered he got you.

"Wait! Y/N come on! It was incredibly adorable and you can't deny it!" He called out to you, his wolf inwardly howling in delight at the fact part of your cold exterior was warming up to him.

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Your grumbling did not stop along with the rattling of the chains that were fastened on your wrists as Yeosang led you through the crowd of people. You didn't even need to look at them to know they were all eyeing you with caution and suspicion, no doubt judging you in the back of their minds as an enemy and filled with contempt for you. It didn't matter to you, as you hated them just the same.

Stopping momentarily, Yeosang turned back to look at you.

"I need to go inside this store for a few minutes, but I'm afraid the owner might not exactly....." He paused, hand reaching back to scratch the back of his head awkwardly. You didn't need him to finish, you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

"He doesn't want someone like me staining the oh so holy sanctuary of his second hand clothing store." You rolled your eyes, not hiding the sarcastic tone

Yeosang sighed as he wrapped the chain's link to a nearby post, his heart aching at having to treat you as if you were an actual animal when he knew you wouldn't actually harm anyone.

"I'll be back." He assured you yet you payed no attention to his words.

You actually contemplated momentarily breaking free from the chains, but one light tug of the handcuffs and you know it was not going to be easy. Even if you somehow managed to break them, where the hell would you run off to? Your entire pack was gone and you were in enemy territory that was unfamiliar to you.

"Yeosang will want us to stay put. So don't even get any ideas you crazy girl." Honestly, sometimes you wished you could kick your wolf everytime she said something that irked you.

"Well....aren't you the cutest thing to appear this fine day?"

You belatedly ignored the voice behind you, not in the mood to hear some dick try to flirt with you, especially not someone from your enemy pack. Obviously leaving you alone was not in the wolf's plans as he suddenly came to stand in front of you, his overly confident smirk making you gag.

"I'm sorry, did you not hear me just now? The compliment was intended for you." When his thumb brushed against your lip, you pulled your face away, scowling at the stranger.

"I heard you. I'm just not interested." You firmly stated, causing the man to momentarily be taken aback by your response. Obviously he wasn't used to getting rejected.

"Yeonjun, leave her alone. She's Yeosang's bitch." One of his friends explained. Hearing that information, Yeonjun snorted.

"Yeosang's bitch? Really? The assassin from the Southern pack?" He looked at you up and down, eyes shamelessly checking you out, making you cringe. When he cupped your face again, you backed away, but unfortunately the chains kept you from moving anymore.

"Damn that pack may have been a pain in the ass, but they certainly weren't kidding when they said they had the prettiest bitches with them." Tilting your face, he smirked when he scanned your neck.

"No mark on you yet...... interesting..."

You froze when you felt his breath ghost over your neck, lips dangerously pressing against your skin. How you wished you didn't have the chains keeping you there. As if on cue, Yeosang came bolting out of the store, dropping the bag in his hand as he pulled the other wolf off you, effortlessly throwing him to the ground. Going over towards you, Yeosang sniffed you, nose crinkling when he smelled Yeonjun's scent on you. Not caring that you were in public, he gently rubbed his nose against your neck, making sure to get every inch of skin he could, even going as far as poking his tongue out in certain areas. He was smirking triumphantly when he glanced back at the wolf on the floor that looked at him in shock.

"You'll have to excuse me, but I really can't stand my mate smelling like cheap dirt."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You felt utterly drained from the endless visits from extended relatives and friends coming over to congratulate you on your engagement. Although it was nice of them to go out of their way and make time to see you, it was somewhat smothering and suffocating to have them all up in your space and piling up your room with endless gifts that mostly consisted of kitchen utensils or things for your home because 'you were going to need them'.

But you did love them and appreciate their kindness, and it was rather cute to see your aunts cry about how much you had grown and reminiscing about when you were just a baby, while your uncles simply wrapped their arms around you and made you promise them you'd tell them if your fiance ever hurt you or made you upset in any way.

"Remember Y/N, if he makes you cry, I'll give him something else to cry about." You giggled and assured your uncle that San would never do that, he was too much of a sweetheart for that.

Finally after many hours into the night, you were able to shut yourself in the safe sanctuary of your room, letting out an exhausted sigh. You were so worn out that you barely managed to change into your sleepwear before crashing into the comfort of your bed, quickly snuggling under the covers, a huge smile on your face as you began lucid dreaming about your mate, whom you were missing so much.

Unbeknownst to you, San was missing you just as much that he had actually gone out of his way to go over to where you lived, unable to take another day without you. Hence why he was now outside your house, climbing up as quietly as he could the tree beside your balcony window. He struggled, nearly falling off one of the thick branches, but luckily he caught his balance and managed to land safely on your balcony. Trying to peek in, he began knocking on your window, awakening you from your deep sleep.

"What the hell?" You asked yourself, rubbing your eyes as you got up and went to check what was making that noise.

Pulling the curtains apart, you nearly squealed when you saw San waving at you, huge grin on his face that soon turned into a pout as he gestured for you to open up and let him inside. As soon as he was inside, he practically engulfed you in his arms, face nuzzling itself against your neck. He was so happy to see you again, to smell your scent that-

"Wait... hold on..." He sniffed against your neck harder, puzzled when he distinguished some unfamiliar odor that wasn't yours or his. Pulling away, he squinted his eyes at you with suspicion. Already knowing what was making him agitated, you chuckled and cupped his cheeks.

"Before you get all hissy or fuzzy, what you're probably smelling is my relative's scents. They came over and had a lot of love to give."

Easing his worries, San was happy once more, although you could tell that by the looks of it, he was definitely up to something.

"Well then I guess I have no choice left but to scent you, my dear mate."

You fought hard to stifle back a giggle when San pushed you on your bed, laying on top of you as he began pressing his nose across your face and then your neck, his lips occasionally pressing light kisses on your skin. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he made sure his scent was plastered all over you. Coming back up towards your face, his fingers carefully outline your features, eyes looking down at you with pure admiration.

"My sweet mate.... I missed you so much."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Wanting you to get more comfortable around his kind, he arranged for you to come with him to his best friend's house, asking him to bring the rest of their group so they could get to know you and vice versa.

"Ummm.... I don't know Mingi...." You were unsure about his suggestion. But him being the ever positive individual that never gave up, he assured you over and over that everything was going to be all right.

"It'll be fun Y/N. Besides, I can't let you just stay here in the house all locked up. That's not fun."

Unbeknownst to you, Mingi had another reason for having you meet his friends. He wanted to see how'd they would get along with you, being his mate and all. He still hadn't told anyone about the link between you both, as far as anyone knew, you were just a stranger that he happened to meet that needed help and he wasn't going to leave you alone when you were hurt. He especially knew that if he told certain friends of his, they wouldn't be able to keep their mouths shut and would immediately overwhelm you with questions that you probably weren't ready for. It would only confuse you and probably agitate you hearing from someone else that you were Mingi's mate. He still wasn't even sure you understood that concept and he was still waiting for the right time to tell you.

Luckily for both of you, his friends were nothing short of warm and friendly towards you...... some of them a little too friendly for his liking.

"Oh my God! She's literally the cutest thing ever!" Wooyoung, one of his most outgoing friends cooed at you, his palms gently squishing your cheeks, the soured look on your face making it obvious that you weren't a fan. Mingi was not a fan either, eye occasionally twitching whenever Wooyoung got too touchy with you for his liking.

"Can you not do something and rip his arms off her?!" His wolf screeched at him, being as temperamental as ever and extremely possessive over someone else touching you.

"Calm yourself. I'm not going to cause a scene or do anything that'll seem suspicious. If I lash out right here in front of everyone, she's going to keep believing that us wolves are indeed vicious and dangerous." His wolf groaned in annoyance at Mingi's reasoning.

"Ok fine. But I hope you're willing to put up with the fact she's going to be smelling like his overly perfumed ass for a while."

Mingi inhaled deeply. He had tried so hard not to think about that particular fact, but now that it was brought up, it was hard to ignore. He could not stop himself from glaring every once in a while to see Wooyoung snuggling himself up to you while you watched a movie, angrily chewing on different candies as his eyes nearly set his friend on fire. Seeing an opportunity when you started tugging your sweater closer to your frame, Mingi swiftly took off his coat and draped it over you, picking you up from the floor in the process and sitting you on his lap.

You were blushing hard, face hiding itself in the oversized coat so no one else would see. It didn't help that Mingi wrapped his long arms around you, fingers tapping against your sides while his nose gently pressed itself against the nape of your neck.

"What are you doing?" You softly whispered to him.

"You looked cold. I'm just trying to cuddle you so you'll be warm. Is it working?"

It was working too well as you felt flushed with fever at his affectionate ministrations, embarrased that he was doing it in front of so many people, but you let him continue. You couldn't deny that you were enjoying the affection. And Mingi was satisfied when Wooyoung's scent was slowly but surely being replaced with his own.

"Ahhh...... smart move lover boy." His wolf praised him.

"See? There was no need for aggression and no one suspects anything."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Meeting up with one of your closest friends was just what you needed, especially after feeling shitty with the whole ordeal with your mate.

"How'd you manage to get him to leave your house though?" He raised an eyebrow at you, as it was obvious he didn't follow through on his words to wait until you opened up the door and talked to him.

You let out a snort.

"I dumped a bucket of cold water on him since he wouldn't stop serenading me, even when it was starting to get dark." You had to admit, it was a rather lovely serenade. Your mate sure could sing.

"Damn. You gotta give him credit for being persistent though." He acknowledged.

"Yeah...but.... I'm just not sure about the relationship. I mean, how am I supposed to know he'll be faithful to me?" Shaking your head, you let out a huff.

"Maybe the universe made a mistake. You shouldn't have to be tied to some asshole who's going to be chasing down other girls the second you turn your head..."

Finding it unbearable to see you moping over someone not worth your time, your best friend stepped in front of you, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, thumbs tenderly stroking your soft skin.

"You deserve someone who truly loves you and only sees you, has no other person in their heart except you...." You knew by the way he was smiling shyly towards you that he was referring to none other than himself, and it started spurring something in you, something your wolf was not exactly comfortable with.

"Soobin-"

Before you could even say anything else, Soobin hushed you by enclosing his lips over yours, kissing you ardently and with sincerity. For some reason, even though you didn't particularly feel anything, you let him do it, allowed him to pull you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Your wolf on the other hand was going insane.

"Y/N! Stop this madness! He's not our mate! You- we shouldn't!" But you completely ignored her. It's not like anything bad was going to happen... or so you thought.

It just so happened that Wooyoung was in the same part of town as you, having gone out with the intent of buying you something in hopes of earning your forgiveness and a second chance at your relationship. After much prattling about, he was satisfied at finding a beautiful rose gold locket in heart shape form, his smile unable to leave his features as he began thinking about how much you'd love it...

Upon rounding the corner, his heart dropped when he spotted you kissing somebody else. Unable to contain his fury, he immediately ran over and pulled Soobin off you, slamming him against the nearest wall with much force. You were so shocked as you didn't expect him to be nearby.

"What the hell do you think you're doing getting your filthy paws and stench all over my mate?" He demanded, grip getting tighter around Soobin, who merely looked him up and down with disdain.

"Huh.. so you're her mate." He snickered amusedly.

Not liking his tone, Wooyoung lifted up a fist that would have broken Soobin's nose had it not been for you interfering by clasping his arm.

"Stop it Wooyoung! Stop it!" You shouted as you pulled him off your friend.

Turning his attention to you, Wooyoung was absolutely fuming, veins appearing on the sides of his neck.

"You know....for someone who seems to hate me so much and calls me a cheater, you have a lot of guts going around and doing the same thing."

Scoffing, you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Maybe I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine-"

"No. A taste of my medicine would consist of you flirting with other men. But both you and I know that ever since we found out we were mates, I most certainly have never kissed anyone else or getting physical." He cut you off.

You opened your mouth to say anything, but your wolf growled at you to shut up, reminding you that he was indeed right. You were the one who took things far. Taking a deep breath, Wooyoung took out the small box that contained your gift.

"Here, it was for you anyways...." Spinning on his heel to leave, he made sure to say one more thing to you.

"If you truly don't want to be my mate anymore than fine....... I know someone who can easily break our link if that'll make you happy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"What do you mean you don't have any results yet?"

Taking off his glasses, Yeosang ran his hand across his face in an exhausted manner. Jongho could tell that his friend had spent countless hours without sleep trying to find some sort of match that would reveal something, anything that could give them a clue as to who you were...

Or what you were.

"Nothing matches up. Perhaps we might need something a little more....substantial to help us figure it out."

Jongho watched as Yeosang took out a small syringe needle kit from one of his drawers.

"Do me a favor and get a sample of her blood for me."

Taking the kit, Jongho looked at Yeosang with surprise.

"How the hell do you expect me to get a sample of Y/N's blood without seeming suspicious?"

Shaking his head, Yeosang tapped the tip of his glasses on the bottom of his lip.

"Simple, say I need it for a health check up, to make sure she doesn't have any disease or infection we weren't aware of."

Nodding in agreement, Jongho made way to go back and check on you, but Yeosang stopped him.

"By the way, if you ever get a chance, you should go back or send someone to double check her old house." Yeosang suggested.

"Yeosang I've already checked that place over and over again countless times. There is absolutely nothing. And besides, I can't leave Y/N alone." Jongho sighed.

"I know but..... there's gotta be something. Try looking at it from a different perspective. Look around the forest surrounding the house. If you want, I'll go over and watch over her, after all, I'm no stranger to her."

Although reluctant, Jongho decided it wouldn't hurt to try one more time. That night while putting you to bed, he was gentle while taking out a sample of your blood, chuckling faintly when he saw you squeezing your eyes shut.

"There now, we're all done. Now that didn't hurt one bit did it?"

Giggling at your pouty lips, he finished wiping your arm off before wrapping a bandage around it so any blood wouldn't stain the bed. Patting your head, he told you he had to leave you for a while. Obviously you got agitated hearing that, you didn't like being left alone, especially during the nights.

"Hey Y/N, it'll be ok. I won't be gone long. And Yeosang promised to come over and watch you. If you're still afraid, ask him to tell you all about the circulatory system. That will certainly make you calm enough to fall asleep in no time."

You both laughed at his little joke. Kissing the top of your head, Jongho told you to rest before he headed out once more to your old hometown. As expected, he found it exactly the way he left it 2 weeks ago when he scavenged the territory. He tried to follow Yeosang's decision but still came up with nothing. Feeling as though it was a waste of time, he ended up going back home empty handed, even though he spent twice as much time there, dawn already starting to come up.

With sleepy eyes, he came back inside the house, confused when he didn't notice Yeosang around. Shrugging, he went over to your room, happy to see you still sleeping soundly, yet still finding it odd that Yeosang wasn't keeping you company. Sitting next to you, he smiled fondly at you, hand coming over to stroke your cheek.

Sniffing harshly, he grunted and leaned his face close to your neck, inhaling what seemed to be someone else's scent on you. His close proximity awakened you, your eyes fluttering open to see him staring at you.

"Morning..." You croaked out.

"Morning sleepy head." Kissing the top of your head, Jongho helped you to sit up.

"Y/N did Yeosang leave early?"

You scrunched your eyebrows at him, looking confused.

"What are you talking about? Yeosang never came by last night."

Jongho felt a chill down his spine when you said that. If that wasn't Yeosang's scent on your body......

Then who the hell was there with you last night?

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

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[minteyeddevil]

Sandy Affair

Leviathan x GN!MC

(Smut/NSFT)

(Tail sex, shower sex)

“I’m going back for another swim!” called Mammon, as he bolted off towards the cerulean waves, his younger brothers Asmodeus and Beelzebub right behind him. This left you and Leviathan on the shore, the Avatar of Envy giving a deep sigh before plopping down on the sand. “They’re always so full on energy,” he groaned for a moment, drawing your attention fully towards him.

 “You don’t feel like swimming?” you questioned, letting yourself plop down in the sand next to him. He shook his head, giving you a genuine smile. “Nope, I have something else that I want to do!” He moved to his knees, motioning towards a mound of sand he had apparently been previously working on. “I’m going to make a Ruri-chan sculpture out of sand! It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, considering I’ve made figurines of her out of other material before.”

 You smiled warmly at him in return, happy that he seemed to be enjoying himself so much. You scooted closer, watching him work for a few minutes, before speaking up once again. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

 His amber eyes locked onto you, his face beaming. “Really, would you mind? Sure! We can work on it together if you like! Here,” he handed you a bucket he had set to the side of the sand mound, “could you fetch some water in this bucket for me? The sand needs to be wet in order for us to mold it properly.”

 You gave him a nod and ran towards the water line, filling the bucket to the brim. He watched you move, a slight blush taking over his face. He was beyond excited you decided to help him out, and having your attention fully definitely made his time at the beach far better; but Hell would freeze over before he would tell you that.

 You sank back down on your knees with him, placing the bucket between the both of you, and both proceeded to wet the sand, letting him take the lead on how things should be molded. You found he was humming while working on the sculpture, and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled in your chest. “Enjoying yourself?”

 The blush from before came back tenfold as he looked at you, before brushing it off and giving you another genuine smile. “O-of course I am! I’m making a sculpture of Ruri-chan! And it’s, um, reallynicehavingyouhelpmetoo…” he mumbled out, making it barely audible for you to hear what he was saying. You caught enough to get the gist of it, not wanting to embarrass the poor boy further.

 Once he was satisfied with the way the sculpture turned out, he sat back on his haunches, admiring his work with a proud look to his features. You grinned widely at him, and gave a small applause for his work. “It looks amazing, Levi! Awesome job!”

 He flustered and rubbed the back of his head for a moment, before an idea crossed his mind; something he could do to keep you with him still even. He grinned and turned towards you. “Let me make a sculpture out of you, MC! Since we finished this one, it’ll be fun to start a new one, and who better to...um, pose for it, than you?”

 You couldn’t help the flush that came to your cheeks at his suggestion, but you agreed none-the-less. He asked you to strike a simple pose for him, something comfortable that you could stay in for a bit, while he worked the mound of sand into shape. You sat back on the sand, hands holding you up, your chin tilted up towards the sun. “This pose okay, Levi?”

 In this position, your chest was rather exposed to him, and he swallowed thickly, but nodded. “T-that’s fine, just stay still!”

 While he worked on the mound of sand, a bit away, his brother Asmodeus took notice of how long you had been spending time with Leviathan. He fumed slightly, drawing the attention of Mammon and Belphegor to your current spot. The pose you took especially had the three of them annoyed.

 “Levi is monopolizing MC!” Asmo cried, huffing.

 “Unforgivable!”

 Mammon grinned evily, motioning for his brothers to follow. “This calls for a punishment, don’tcha think?”

 You noticed the three of them heading your way, and the look on your face made Leviathan pause in his ministrations and turn just in time for them to come down on him. Asmodeus and Belphegor held him down while Mammon took the bucket of water, dumped it out, and used it to dig a deep hole where your sculpture once stood.

 “Wh-what are you guys doing!? Let me go!” Leviathan cried out, trying to break free from his brothers’ hold.

 “This is what you got comin’ to ya,” Mammon practically snarled, as the three of them shoved him into the hole. They began filling said hole with sand, burying the poor boy up to his neck. He squirmed with all his might, but found himself completely stuck. “Let me out of here!”

 Mammon simply howled with laughter along with Asmodeus and Belphegor. “Ah, I always wanted to try that. It’s such a classic,” he hummed, taking in his handiwork and enjoying watching his brother squirm.

 You sat there, unable to do much since the three of them moved far too quickly; but you couldn’t help the small chuckle that wanted to escape you. It was rather funny, watching the boys be, well, boys.

 “Poor thing,” you sighed, giving Leviathan a small look of pity. He looked towards you and scowled when he noticed your shoulders shaking slightly. “Don’t you start laughing at me too, MC! This is so not fair! Get me out!”

 Belphegor simply looked down at his older brother and gave a shrug. “I’m satisfied now. Let’s go.” And with that, the three of them walked off, leaving you still slightly laughing, and Leviathan buried deep in the sand.

 “MC, c’mon, please help me!” he cried, still squirming in his sand prison. His lips came down in a pout, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

“I’m coming to your rescue, hang on!” you replied dramatically, grabbing the bucket to help dig him out. Once free, he gave a deep sigh of relief and smiled at you, but surprised you by pulling you into a tight, sandy hug.

 “Thank you, MC, you’re a lifesaver! I love you!”

 Every muscle in his body tensed when the words left his lips. He pulled away instantly, curling in on himself as his insecurities took hold. “W-wait, I don’t mean like love love, you know-!”

 You were taken back by his sudden confession, though wished deeply to soothe him; you knew deep down inside that the feelings he just accidentally revealed were mutual. “Levi, no, it’s okay-”

 “No, I mean, it’s not not like that but I--um--!” He got to his feet immediately, turning away from you and looking for any spot he could crawl in and hide. When the shower stalls came into view, he took off towards them. “Just forget I said anything! I’m gonna take a shower to rinse this sand off!”

 And before you could get a better response in, he was gone. You frowned to yourself, knowing you should let him be; eventually he would be back to his normal self and start talking to you again. But, this time you didn’t want to let him get away. He always managed to get away when a moment like this happened. You were far too determined this time.

 You got to your feet and walked over to the shower stalls, listening for the sound of running water. Thankfully there was only one, and you were sure that had to be him. When you got closer, it was only confirmed when you could hear his self-loathing mumbles alongside the falling water. You didn’t bother knocking as you opened the stall and stepped in, closing the door behind you.

 He turned to see you and pressed his back against the wall, a flush from his face going all the way down to his chest greeting you. “MC, why are you in here!? Get out of here now!” he growled, trying to shove you out the door; but you resisted and managed to back the demon up, keeping yourself pressed against his chest.

 “Not this time, Levi,” you spoke softly, pressing your hands to his chest so his back made contact with the wall once more. “You’ve been able to get your feelings out, and now it’s my turn. No more running.” You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, the other still resting on his chest. You leaned forward a bit, a mere inch away from his face.

 “I love you too, Leviathan. I always have. So please, stop running away from me, okay?”

 He blinked down at you several times, as if the words hadn’t quite registered. But when your lips came to press against his own, his arms wrapped tightly around you and he returned the kiss with fervor. Your hands ran up his chest, along his neck, and your fingers soon got lost in his violet locks as you continued to kiss until you had to pull away for air. He too was a panting mess, his amber eyes blown out as he looked across your flushed face.

 “I love you so much, MC. I...I’m really happy to know you love me too.”

 His words were so heartfelt, it made everything in you just melt. You continued to kiss him, keeping pressed against the wall, until you felt something hot and hard prodding against your lower stomach. When you pulled away and looked down to see the tent formed in his swim trunks, he looked away, covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry!” he cried, “Kissing you just...feels so good!”

 You simply smiled at him, a lusty glint in your eye as you slowly sank down to your knees before him. You untied the laces to his trunks and pulled them down to his mid-thigh, allowing his cock to bob forward for you. He took in a hissing breath when he saw you lick your lips, and covered his face once more to hide his reddened cheeks. “You r-really don’t have to do that for such a gross otaku like me! You don’t-”

 You shut him up by taking the head in your mouth and lavishing it with your tongue. You pulled away with a sinful pop, and looked up at him as you stroked his shaft. “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t get on my knees for you,” you teased, making him groan deeply. You took the head back into your mouth and hollowed out your cheeks sucking on it, before taking more of him in. His head went back against the wall, his hips slowly rutting against your mouth as you took more and more of him in. Eventually his tip hit the back of your throat, almost making you gag, but you were able to suppress it, and bobbed your head, taking as much of him in as fast as you could.

 His fingers laced through your hair, gripping tightly and you could feel him tugging, his hips pressing against your mouth harder and harder. His next groan was almost a growl, and suddenly you felt something slithering along your exposed skin, down your chest and between the cleft of your thighs. It worked its way under your swimsuit, and you could feel the tip of it drawing circles around your entrance, pressing in ever so slightly, before finally filling you. You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes until they fluttered open to look up at Leviathan; he had transformed into his demon form, his tail now working you in time with your mouth on him. His features were set in an almost snarl as he concentrated on the pleasure you were giving him, but also to give back to you in return.

 When your tempo increased, so did his tail, and the scales along it only heightened your pleasure as it filled you, the tip pressing roughly against the sensitive spot within. You moaned around his cock as he decided to pick up his pace, fucking you relentlessly until you began to follow suit with your mouth. You could feel his thigh muscles tensing under your hands and his cock began to swell and twitch against your tongue. With one hard thrust, he moaned your name and filled your throat with his cum. What you couldn’t swallow dribbled down along your lip and chin; but you didn’t much care for the mess he made of you; not while his tail continued to wreak havoc within you. A few more strokes of the tip had you crying his name, and you sank your nails into the flesh of his thighs as you came. He let himself slump down onto his knees with you, holding you as you collapsed forward into his arms.

 “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he questioned, worry apparent in his voice. You simply shook your head, lifting your arms, despite how tired they felt, to wrap around his neck. He slowly changed back from his demon form into his normal one, and he held you close, burying his face in your neck. “Thank you...um...for that, MC.”

 He helped you clean up in the shower, before carrying you (your legs were like jello at this point) out and back towards the sand where he wished to try making the sculpture of you again. You wholeheartedly agreed, and also promised that if his brothers were to come and try to bury him again, you would fight tooth and nail for him.

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[sovtwords]

the doctor and the monster - futakuchi kenji and aone takanobu

pairing: futakuchi kenji x reader x aone takanobu

warnings: 18+, slight DC, dubious consent, dom/sub dynamics, power play/dynamics, size kink, doggystyle, orgasm denial, barebacking, creampie, orgasm delay/denial, belly bulge, masturbating, cum swallowing, squirting, emotional manipulation, porn making/videos

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: welcome to chapter 3 of thirteen nights of whorror! please read the tags before proceeding - if you think i am missing anything let me know and i'll fix it. this chapter is inspired by frankenstein and his monster. enjoy! feedback is appreciated!

- ao3 link -

Thirteen Nights of Whorror MASTERLIST

If there was a fine line between what was ethically right and wrong from your perspective as an assistant to Dr. Futakuchi Kenji, you’re almost certain that you’ve barrelled over the latter side months ago, and this was not helping your case.

Futakuchi’s greatest creation – a mass pile of dead limbs brought back to life, a man of solid muscle, daunting height and lips that stay sealed, only to emit grunts from a face that seems forever etched in a scowl. Aone, he calls him.

He is terrifying, as he is heart-breaking.

It was always going to be an unethical experiment, you knew that, but your arrogance, your wild pursuit of knowledge and legendary status as a scientist was enough to have you running blindly into the arms of Dr. Futakuchi Kenji, a man who toyed with your mind and body as much as he did with his special project.

And after a gruelling three years of trial and error, of late nights pouring over notes and destroying vials, Futakuchi finally got his wish of bringing the dead back to life. This creature - Aone - stood tall and menacing, a tower of terror, looking to his creators for guidance like a lost soul wandering in the dark.

Makes you wonder if he even had one in this form.

Which is exactly what Futakuchi intends to find out.

You can’t say you were an entirely willing party to the new onslaught of experiments the Doctor had lined up. Some were basic – lift a hand here, walk over there, pick up the ball and balance it on your head. Some were outright cruel.

Stick your hand into the flames, Aone.

Stop breathing, Aone.

Kill that bird, Aone.

One command, right after the other. All in the name of science.

But this one seems like a step too far, and you should never have agreed to it.

You lay panting on the leather chaise, a mess of sweat and shaking limbs, a body so hot it almost feels feverish, yet the hands gripping your hips are cold. So very cold. Almost lifeless. But you know Aone better than that. His heart may not beat, but it’s bigger and purer than anyone’s, especially your own blackened heart.

Your walls fight to accommodate his length, a size so huge and long just like the man it belongs to. It’s rock hard in your core, sitting like a stone in your pussy and waiting for the command from his creator to come so it can plunge itself in and out and destroy you once more. You’re dripping wet, cum as thick as treacle oozing out of your cunt and sticking to your thighs in clumps, with a milky ring found at the bottom of his cock.

Your arms are weak and struggling to lift your body off the couch, but you find the last remaining bit of strength you have in you to raise yourself up the slightest and lock eyes with your superior.

Doctor Futakuchi sits before you both with a critical eye, soaking up every expression, every sound, every movement like a sponge and recording them into mental notes to look back on later. His toned legs are spread wide, his trousers pushed down his hips and shirt lifted to show off his abs, and a calloused hand holds his cock up with gentle strokes, the tip a glaring red and weeping with precum that you always adored licking up like the good kitten he always called you.

It’s enough to have you shivering in place, and those big hands on your hips grow tighter as you involuntarily clench around Aone’s dick.

“Mm,” Futakuchi hums. Slender fingers squeeze the base of his cock. “I think this position is much better. Easier on the little doctor, hmm?”

His smirk is twisted and sinful but it makes your cunt burn in pleasure. Oh, how he’s teased you for so long, brought you close and touched you in ways that made you scream only to keep you at arm’s length the whole time, and you fell for his fleeting smiles and his empty promises.

But maybe you were just part of this elaborate plan all along. Another tool to be used for his greatest joy and pride in life – the gentle monster forged by his own hands.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” the brunette asks with a coo that sounds as genuine as the someone telling you the grass was blue. You can only give a croak in response, a weak groan as you involuntarily shift your weight and take Aone’s cock further inside of you. Futakuchi snorts. “Use your words. What about you, big guy?”

Aone remains as silent as ever, yet the deathly tight grip on your waist gives him away; fingers pressing deep into the flesh of your skin, nails just shy of biting into your skin as the subtle rise and fall of a chest hovering over your back keeps you warm. It’s almost like he’s fighting to keep his composure, holding back an unknown energy that’s no doubt been building up for the last few hours as Futakuchi has ordered him to take you in any position he demands.

For science, he says, to see if every part of him is truly alive. For his own sick pleasure, more like.

The Doctors’ laugh cuts through your thoughts like a scalpel.

“Should have known better than to expect an answer from you.”

Aone emits a grunt, a sound that voices his displeasure at being mocked in such a way. You glare at Futakuchi through the haze of lust clouding your senses, but he only smirks at you, finding his own joke endlessly amusing. Trust him to bring a man back from the dead and try to start a fight with it.

“Aww, you think I’m being mean?”

“Y-Yes. You are,” you snap, feeling your legs tingle with restlessness and your knees hurt from the awkward friction of the leather couch. “You are cruel to him. He doesn’t deserve t-that! This whole thing is one big joke. This is wrong.”

Dr Futakuchi’s eyes darken; a darkness you had only seen on nights when his experiments failed him, when his work was torn to tatters and violent storms brewed behind his eyes. He was angry. Betrayal and disobedience from his most trusted, his beloved little assistant, must taste so bitter. He snorts without a hint of amusement, curling his lips up into a feral sneer.

“I’ll show you just how cruel I can be, doctor.” Brown eyes lock with Aone’s. “Fuck her. Hard. And keep your hands away from her clit. If you even remember where it is.”

There’s a beat of silence as the weight of his words descend upon you, but it’s a moment too short to fully prepare for what’s to come as Aone dutifully acquiesces with his creator’s request. Just as he has been made to do.

His cock pulls out at an agonisingly slow pace, and with the sheer size of it you can feel your walls retracting to their original state, clenching around a glaring emptiness that has you whining until the air is ripped from your chest as Aone gives his first, hard thrust and doesn't stop.

It's difficult to gain your bearings when his pace and strength are relentless, hips slapping against yours so heavily you're convinced they'll turn black with the bruising but he doesn't stop. He can't. Forever doomed to do his Master’s bidding, and the assault on your already aching cunt has tears springing to your eyes, unable to blink them away fast enough and avoid having Dr Futakuchi witness the droplets streaming down your face. But he laughs. He laughs at your tears.

You’re scrambling to find purchase on the leather, nails scraping and digging into fabric frantically, but you just can’t do anything but collapse onto the chaise as Aone pounds into you at a brutal pace, one that feels so fucking good despite the roughness of it. And when he adjusts, when he moves his hips ever so slightly, you scream out loud for everyone to hear as his cock brushes repeatedly over your G-spot until you’re seeing stars dance behind closed eyelids and a weird sense of dizziness takes over you.

Aone grunts into your shoulder when you tighten like a vice around him, squeezing hard and not letting up so long as he continues to assault the spongy flesh inside your walls. His cock is so big that when he reaches a hand around your waist to cradle your belly, he feels his member bulging through your flesh, and it drives you insane as you feel your peak build again for what feels like the millionth time that night. Your sex is twitching, it aches, it’s begging for rest, but Futakuchi doesn’t care.

You can tell Aone is getting close by the way his thrusts grow harsher, more abrupt, until you’re nearly falling off the couch, held up only by his strong grip on your body. Through your haze you just about manage to see Futakuchi rubbing himself faster, pumping furiously at his length while your cries and screams get louder as you approach your high.

And he knows you’re close. He’s been with you long enough to know all your tells; the way your eyes roll back into your skull, how your moans come sporadically rather than constantly as they break off in euphoria, the furrow of your brows and the clench of your fingers.

Which is exactly why he uses this moment to speak up again.

“Aone – stop.”

Like a switch that was just pulled Aone’s hips stop immediately. There was no gradual stop, no twitch of his hips – just dead stillness while his shaft pulsed in time with the sad fluttering of your walls that are fighting to find release, to resume the delicious thrusting so you can finally come. The frustrated cry you let out is pathetic, and Dr Futakuchi seems to agree.

“Aww, do you not like that? Did I stop you from cumming?”

“Y-You bastard!” you wail into the seat beneath you, trying and failing to grind your hips and finish the job yourself, but with exhaustion slowing your movements and Aone gripping your hips hard it’s hard to fall over the edge even though you’re right fucking there.

Aone doesn’t seem to be faring any better. Were it not for his face shoved into the crook of your neck, you would have missed the little whines of displeasure that rumble out of his chest, and your heart aches for the torture he must be feeling as well.

“Do you want to cum?” Dr Futakuchi asks, and the speed you nod your head is embarrassing. He doesn’t seem satisfied, though. “Say it.”

“I want to cum so bad, please please just- let me cum!” You’ve been through this song and dance for the past few hours now – you’re not about to let your pride get in the way now. Anything to shut him up and let you find satisfaction. But he shakes his head no as the thumbs the tip of his dick, hips jerking and teeth gritting.

“As much as I like to hear you beg, that’s not what I was looking for.”

You look at him in confusion. He narrows his eyes in contempt.

“Say that this is the right thing to do. That I was right all along. This is for science, after all. My- our breakthrough is going to change the world.”

He sneers down at you as he rises to his full height, wandering over to wave his cock in your face tauntingly. You bite your lip, shake your head.

“N-No…”

Dr Futakuchi shrugs.

“Then you don’t get to cum. I’ll order Aone to exit the room, and I’ll leave you here alone. But admit that I was right, and you’ll get what you want.”

Thoughts of having to lay here all night, body spent but unsatisfied, has you panicking, and though the words are like acid on your tongue, you know in the end that these are only words to appease the monster before you.

“You…” swallowing hard, you avoid his gaze, staring at the science award you won years ago that he hung on the wall for you. It almost laughs at your misfortune. A top scientist brought down to her knees, so weak, so compliant. “Y-you were…right…”

Silence. Those three words are all he will get from you. All is quiet for a moment, until the doctor laughs again.

“Good girl,” he sighs, and moves to pat your face condescendingly, and it’s cruel how it sends a beat to your core. “Was that so hard?” Eyes move from yours to Aone’s.

“Resume. And this time play with her clitoris until she tells you to stop.”

Aone doesn’t need to be told twice. Maintaining the same angle and speed, your orgasm begins to build much faster now, especially when thick fingers rub over your bud with great speed. You scream above the obscene sound of your wet pussy gushing around Aone’s cock, above the hisses and grunts of Dr Futakuchi as he jerks himself off right in front of your face.

All it takes is two more thrust to have you squirting around Aone’s member, mouth dropping open and drool spilling out the corners of your lips as you finally orgasm, a rush of heat spreading from your head to your curling toes. It’s heavenly as it is painful to reach your peak once more, body so terribly overstimulated that tears fall down your cheeks in streams. The suddenness of your orgasm cause Aone to cum with you, shooting more and more loads of useless cum into your womb and filling you up. It’s just as well – he can’t get you pregnant with that kind of semen.

Futakuchi takes advantage of your open mouth and surprises you by pressing his cock into your mouth and spilling his seed down your throat while you fight to swallow it down without choking.

He sighs in satisfaction, thrusting lightly into the warmth of your mouth and smiling down at you with such sweetness you’re almost inclined to believe it was genuine in your post-orgasm haze.

“See how easy things are when everybody just does what I tell them to?”

He tuts as he crouches down to be eye level with you. His kiss is firm and as mind-blowing as the first he gave you many months ago, and you hate yourself for being so terribly in love with this monster of a man.

“Aone, go back to your room. You’re done here.”

Futakuchi kisses away your tears and silences your whimpers as Aone finally exits you, walls clenching around air and caught between wanting to be full again and enjoying reprieve. But it seems as though you don’t get to relish this moment for long.

Aone doesn’t make a sound as he leaves the room, only eyes the way your fingers stretch out to him with a sadness in his dark orbs, but unable to do anything than listen to his Master, closing the door behind him with a finality that makes your heart sink, especially when you look back to see Futakuchi removing his shirt and shimmying his pants down his lithe legs.

“Now, I think it’s my turn to do some experiments up close and personal. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You say nothing, and bury your head in your arms as cum pours out of your awaiting pussy.

.

.

.

You gulp down your bottle of water as if it was the first drop you’d received while lost in a desert, the bottle nearly crushing under your grip as you keep chugging until you hit the very last drop, swallowing it down with haste and relishing the coolness of it running through your body.

Your whole body aches; your legs are cramping, your back is arched awkwardly, not to mention the massive dick that’s been hammering into you for the past few hours, only stopping if the script demands it or if it’s time for a break like now. You’re grateful for the breather, for the fan placed directly in front of you to cool you down, for Aone’s gentle hands that massage your sore hips and thighs as he slips out of you for the duration of the break.

But you loathe Futakuchi for messing up his lines nearly every take so far and prolonging this entire affair. Sex was good, great even, depending on the person you’re with, but sex for four hours while filming fancy porn was not. You hate yourself even more for demanding the perfect shot to be taken, for using the most artistic lighting that make you sweat out of every crevice with the heat they emit, for writing this damned script to begin with and casting Futakuchi Kenji of all fucking people.

The man was hot as fuck and had a good dick but good grief were you so over this already, and you haven’t even begun to feel satisfied with any of the takes you’ve filmed.

The brunette in question gasps loudly as he finishes his own bottle of water, tossing it over carelessly to your sound tech who looks ready to throttle him for the disrespect. You don’t blame her.

“Damn, this is so tiring. Who knew porn would be hard work?”

Aone’s hands still from their soothing motions on your aching muscles, shock evident in all of his minor movements, and you match his bewilderment with a lot more anger than him. The audacity of Kenji to complain about how hard this is when all he had to do was memorise his fucking lines and jerk off.

He narrows his eyes at you. “What?”

“How do you think I feel, asshole?! Or how Aone feels?”

“Uhh, pretty good? You’re getting fucked and he gets to do it. Dunno what the problem is,” he snorts, but blanches at the sight of two dark glares pinning him down, feeling the weight of the judging eyes of the crew boring down on him as well.

He stutters, before falling silent and sitting on the couch like a chagrined lap dog.

“I’ll remember that,” you say threateningly as your makeup is touched up before the cameras are rolling again. “I’ll remember those exact words the next time we have sex. We’ll see how you like it when I bring out the strap and fuck you for four hours straight.”

“H-Huh?!”

“You heard me. Now get back into position for Scene 5 - and please, for God's sake, remember your lines!”

#thirteen nights of whorror #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! #futakuchi kenji #aone takanobu #futakuchi x reader #aone x reader #aone x y/n #aone smut #aone scenarios #aone imagine #futakuchi smut #futakuchi x you #futakuchi imagine #futakuchi scenario #smut #hq smut

[chiwhorei]

gun bunny

pairing: mafia!s. aizawa x fem!reader

genre: mafia!au, quirkless!au, smut- 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.5k

warning: somnophilia, voyeurism, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and knives, degradation, age-gap (reader is 19 and aizawa is 31), spitting

a/n: hello! this is my contribution to the smut pile mafia!server collab, this is both my first smut pile collab (this is so late i am so sorry sksksksk) and my first full-length bnha piece, be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work here! thank you to @10millionyearsdungeon and @messwriting for your constant support while i trudged through sad pal hours for a fucking month and crawled out of the pits of writer’s block

hymns: hayloft by - mother mother, i’m on fire - awolnation cover

Blood pours over decades like syrup, the tinny-sweet smell was distinct but all too familiar. A muffled gun’s buzzing frames 19 years of life. The barrel feels cool, sitting precariously by the highest angle of your cheekbone.

“I told you not to cause trouble, brat. Now I have to clean up your little mess.”

Aizawa’s body is tall and broad above you, holding you against him with a protective grip on the small of your back. Every word is sneering, punctuated with a growl-- you feel it reverberate against his chest.

The bullet is resounding even through the silencer; a deafening sound, final bell tolling next to smeared streaks of mascara.

Aizawa Shouta has always been around-- whether bringing your dad a hefty stack of reports to thumb through or loosening his tie in the parlor and toasting him to another job well done. A carousel of chauffeurs and bodyguards encircle you, but all are nameless faces except for the man that can make people disappear in an instant: Eraser.

Otsuka y/n, the only daughter of the most powerful man in Japan, is a weighty title against your shoulders. Your father’s reputation has cradled you for almost two decades, keeping you draped in fur and balancing on red-bottoms. He has more money, more power than God. To most of your father’s inner circle, you are the dutiful, angelic heiress to his blood-soaked empire. You play the part well enough, polite, temperate- your hands are painted red in culpability, but perfectly manicured.

Your father’s business isn’t a secret, no matter his attempts to shield you over the years. There’s only so many nights spent humming to the tune of cracking skulls in the next room before “investments in oil” starts to lose its validity. Whenever you ask him, he pats your head, smoothing stray strands of hair, “I do it all for you, bunny. Everything is for you.”

You decide not to think about rouge splatters of blood and bruises against his knuckles, ignoring the clicking of a loading gun before he leaves for the office.

It’s better this way.

“You can’t be serious, Otsuka.” Aizawa paces across the hardwood, heel to toe with Italian leather from one large bookshelf to the other. A familiar habit, you’ve seen the contemplative marching before and know it to mean one thing: Aizawa is pissed.

“Have you ever known me to joke around? Especially with y/n?” Your father’s elbows hit the table in front of him, the jagged scars lining his face seem even more intimidating when coupled with a harshly set frown. You perch on the side of his large desk, swinging your feet lightly.

“Oh daddy, I’m not a child. I don’t need Eraser to babysit me.” You huff, crossing your arms and providing a pout to your father’s hard expression. You hear the mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” from behind you, but decide against a response.

“He’s going to look after you while I’m in Musutafu. I have to handle some…” he trails off slightly, one of his hands coming up to rub against his bald head, “noncompliance, but I shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.” His disfigured fingers curling around yours, you look up to meet his eye, “Be a good girl, bunny.”

You give your father’s temple a kiss, pulling back to smile sweetly. Your next words have Aizawa snorting, rolling his eyes far enough into his skull to be painful.

“I always am.”

A bend downwards at the hips frames your ass perfectly, the lace of your panties curls around your pussy tightly, hooking against the lips and showcasing your soft skin. Questions swirl in the bowl of cereal in front of him, all but forgotten as soon as a cup“fell” from your fingers and clattered to the floor. The taste, the smell, the feeling of--

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Aizawa is ripped from the reprehensible desires of his senses to meet your eyes, your form still folded over on itself and displayed for Aizawa in the otherwise empty kitchen. You giggle at his scowl, snapping back up and smoothing out your skirt. Aizawa bites down on the spoon in between his teeth, he swears he can feel his teeth cracking. Better his canines than his will.

This only marks the beginning of a long week for your father’s right-hand man. The proceeding days turn to nights at a snail's pace. The past week has been inching towards disaster with every minute of alone time you could steal with Aizawa.

“Eraser, what are you doing up so late.” Your voice curls around his shoulder, the whine tugging him towards your open bedroom door. It’s late, far too late for you to be up to anything good.

You always like to push your luck, playing a game you know Aizawa won’t let himself win. Pressing firmly against the line but never pointing your heel across. Maintaining your immunity, feigning innocence behind a soft pout. Your appointed guardian isn’t fooled by any honeyed façade you build around his associates. He knows what you are at the core.

He tries to shake off your pull, but the way your voice lilts against the long hallway is magnetic. The past few nights have been the same song and dance, your disarming call to him as he trudges to one of the many guest bedrooms. Every night he gets closer, heavy feet and tense nerves guiding him towards your warm voice. He’s weathering a sea, you’re the siren hell-bent on his drowning.

“I told you not to call me that, little girl.” His response to your wanton call is shallow, the nickname is one he hates the sound of, especially rolling past your lips.

“Do you like what you see?”

Aizawa’s brows set harshly as he looks on to where you lie nestled in pillows and silk. You have nothing but a loose, light pink camisole to cover your body, cotton panties pulled down to your ankles with shameless intent. Your legs are spread wide for your viewer’s pleasure, two fingers brush against your lips, dragging lazily- up and back down.

Aizawa knows what you really are, a petulant brat.

You pull at the soft skin, spreading yourself to unveil the tight, clenching hole. He leans his shoulder against the jam, eyes drinking you in where his body shamefully wishes to be. The groan aching deeply in his chest is not lost on you as your other hand pulls the hem of your shirt upwards to catch in between your teeth.

The soft plush of your breasts bounces slightly, nipples peeking out from the folds of fabric, now fully exposed to the inky-black stare of your voyeur. There’s nothing left to his imagination now, the question that haunts sleepless nights, palming a large hand up and down his cock and imagining something softer and smaller. The picture of what his boss’s precious daughter would look like squirming under him becoming clearer beyond all reason.

Aizawa should turn heel and walk away, he should slam your bedroom door shut and count the days until your father’s return with a measured distance. He should walk away. He should-

A soft whimper drags him from contemplation and back to the writhing succubus center stage. Your fingers move quickly against your aching clit, drawing out babbled pleas to hit harshly against the tall, brooding presence at your door.

“I’ve had about enough of your games, bunny. Your father tasked me to keep you out of trouble, but you are the trouble.” Aizawa’s words hit your ears mockingly, but they sound more like an invitation than a warning, especially as his body inches forward, breaching the threshold of your bedroom inch by inch.

Two fingers slip past your lips, pushing in and drawing back slicked with arousal. You repeat the action, slowly, ensuring the boring set of eyes are trained on where you clench desperately; wanting to put on a good show with your bodyguard in the front row.

Aizawa’s head is swimming, dizzy and drunk. He wants to tear you apart, to lay claim to the twitching prize between your legs. If you struggle around two of your own much smaller fingers, it would be nearly impossible to wrap you around his thick cock.

That is, not without breaking you.

The heated pants escaping you pick up in canter, your audience winding a tight cord with his presence alone. Aizawa is unrelenting in his deep, unblinking stare, stepping towards your bed slowly. Once his body is looming over you, the coil in your stomach has turned into a hair pinned trigger.

“Such a messy little slut. Getting off to the attention aren’t you?” You’re rendered dumb at his comment, Aizawa barely has to press his thumb into your chin before your mouth hangs open. You look up with glassy eyes, fingers sore from working against your pussy, chasing a high you can only imagine how fast Aizawa could steal from you. His expression is as neutral as always, but the despondency doesn’t quite shadow the fire burning in his eyes. You watch him lean forward slightly, a string of saliva falling downward to land against your tongue. His spit feels hot, you can taste the remnants of cigar and mint gum as you swallow.

You come undone in a litany of cries, pleading with your captor. His hold is passive as he looks at you, watching you cum against your fingers, the squelching sounds make his mouth dry. The only source of hydration is at the apex of your thighs. Visions flash before his eyes, images of what the curve of your breasts look like as he’s buried tongue deep, lapping you up post-orgasm and pushing you over once more for good measure.

Aizawa retreats, lest he pulls you against his mouth while your cunt is still pulsating, he needs to escape before your knees are pressed to your shoulders. He slams your door closed harshly, leaving you with the taste of his contempt for you on your bottom lip.

You’re quick to sleep, body falling into the warmth of unconsciousness coupled with dreams of what a certain set of fingers would feel like against you. How the scars and calluses would brush against your most intimate inches of spongy flesh, how he would stretch you.

You can almost feel the soreness in between your legs and the heavy slap of something against your stomach. You can almost remember the whispered confessional swimming in the back of your head, the soft grunts from above your sleeping form. As sunlight stretches across your sleep-stiff body, your hand trails down over your naked skin, maybe you aren’t the only one playing games this week.

You could have almost sworn you had gone to sleep with panties on.

The car ride to your father’s bar was filled with unflattering tension. You had protested in vain that going with Aizawa wasn’t necessary, but had been met with a dismissive, “I don’t trust you to behave.”

“I’m not a child, Eraser. I don’t see why I couldn’t just sit at home.” You wobble behind your escort, heeled boots clacking against the gravel.

As you enter the building, a young mop of violet hair flanks Aizawa down with a stack of papers. The man is nameless to you but is familiar enough to be assumed under your father’s thumb.

Aizawa looks over the document’s now held in front of him with care, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp dress shirt as his eyes scan the pages. You note the shimmering silvered skin of a scar under his left eye, pronounced by the harsh lighting surrounding you. His hair is held up partially by a tie, the loose strands framing his face.

“Are you listening to me, little girl?” You're snapped back from watching his mouth curling around syllables to actually make out what they’ve been saying.

“Go sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.” You nod along and turn to perch at the bar, but stop at the grip pulling you back for one final order. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

Aizawa leaves you to stew in the subtle brush of his pointer finger against the tender skin of your wrist, he rubs the skin subtly before disappearing to the back rooms.

The minutes ticking by are agonizing. Aizawa, usually the epitome of brief, has been gone long enough for the condensation on your glass to mar the wood below it in countless ringlets. You twirl the straw against the strawberry liquor, willing time to crank by faster with the action. The drink in your veins isn’t nearly enough to get you drunk but does make the opening of the front door unnoticeable.

Your back is facing the heavy wood, unaware of the two strangers now approaching until the curdling sound of one man’s voice hits the shell of your ear.

“Well, well, look what we have here. Why don’t I buy you a drink, princess?” Each man steals one of your sides, enclosing you into a tight, predatory huddle.

“This is my bar. I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You try to shake off the nauseating feeling of their bodies so close to you, gut twisting uncomfortably as one man’s breath crawls across your shoulder blades. They’re both so close. Too close.

“Wow, this little kitty cat’s got some claws, don’t she?” You feel hands curl around each bicep, a bruising grip right below your armpits. Your body is hoisted up, your balance off at the jarring upheaval.

Possible escape routes flash across your mind but all seem impossible. Would trying to shake off the still faceless strangers even work? And even if you sprung free, would you make it to the back office before they caught up? Should you try to scream? Would Aizawa hear you?

Before you can make any moves, you feel the flat side of a knife at your collarbone. A chill rattles down your spine at the contact, two inches of metal keeping your entire body compliant.

Their intent is clear, you’ll be coming with them, and by the sharp point of a blade digging into the first layer of skin-- you’ll be coming quietly.

A mixture of shock and disbelief compels your body into compliance, dragging you to the front door and closer towards an awaiting trunk.

“Your carriage, princess.” You hear the shorter man on your right, his voice at your neck sounds waterlogged through the blood rushing in your ears. Any protests die at the knife against your skin, digging in shallowly and pricking a small trail of red along your clavicle.

A sharp snap sounds behind you, like a piece of thin wood under a heavy boot. One of your captors falls in a pile next to you. You’re turned around to meet a familiar pair of venomous, black eyes, Aizawa’s words roll from his tongue with a growl.

You’re pulled at the wrist, stumbling back into the strong chest of your appointed bodyguard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my bunny?”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

#aizawa smut #aizawa x reader smut #aizawa x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #shouta aizawa #tw: somnophilia #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: weapons

[hyunjilicious]

What about filming with Seb for the avengers? 🥺

This contains mentions of smutty times but I don't think it needs any warnings? Other than shitty writing lmao!!

Ok, ok, hear me out. You had been on the cast for quite a long while, maybe something like ever since The Winter Soldier or Iron-man 2, so you obviously knew your way around and how everything works. Even though everyone was always a bit on edge when it came to the fate of their character, only a few days were left until wrapping up Infinity War, so you were pretty confident everything would be fine.

One day, when you got to set, a little bit later than usual, the first thing you did was say your hellos and head for the makeup trailer. You had Lizzie on your right, her eyes barely managing to stay open as two pairs of delicate hands worked on styling her hair, and on your left, Sebastian was almost done. The atmosphere was eerie to say the least. Everyone was quiet, none of the usual banter or jokes, but you just rolled with it - putting it on account of the long hours. Boy were you off.

About 9 hours later, those worries had no place left in your mind. You were covered in blood, frantically looking from left to right. 

It was the scene right after Thanos snapped his fingers, and you were thankful your character was supposed to be visibly confused, since you didn't have any idea what was going on either. You just remembered the Rossos saying something along the lines of "Yeah, yeah, just like that. You got this, go" but the problem was that you had never actually given them an idea to agree to. You asked them what you were supposed to do, but they just patted you on the back and left.

So when the camera started rolling, your heart was beating out of your chest, your ears ringing as you knew, deep down, that something big was about to happen. 

Your eyes snapped to the right, seeing Chris, or Steve, fully in character, panting his lungs away as he too looked around, lost. 

Just when you were about to turn around, you caught out of the corner of your eye, some form of movement. 

"What the-" you screamed, completely breaking character and not giving a shit about it, as you saw Sebastian fall to his knees. When he tried to steady himself against his palms, his elbows gave in and he crumbled completely to the ground. This wasn't scripted, and adrenaline washed over you.

In a matter of milliseconds, both you and Chris sprinted in his direction, throwing yourselves on your knees and rushing to turn him around. It all happened so fast, it was mostly a blur, but the fear you felt when you saw him collapse, broke you. And in all that haze, it took you a moment too long to realise that as soon as Sebastian uncovered his face, there were tears running down his cheeks as he laughed his soul out.

"Cut!" Joe called, excitedly standing up and waving his hands in the air. "Perfect! We're keeping this!"

"Seriously!?" Chris exclaimed amused, unable to hide his smile as soon as he realised what had happened. 

"You idiot!" you yelled, looking down at Sebastian who had his arms wrapped around himself, holding his abdomen as his face turned red from laughter.

And maybe, had you not been the one who acted like the world just ended in the middle of a set full of people, you would have found this funny from the beginning too. Literally anyone else could have fallen and you wouldn't have freaked like that. And that was why you were mad at Seb, but proceeded to laugh and make jokes about the situation with everybody else from the cast.

About two hours later, when you were both done for the day, Sebastian couldn't find a way to keep his distance from you. He followed you everywhere, his mouth not shutting for even just one second.

"Come on-" he pleaded, jogging a few steps in front of you so he could see your face as he spoke, "You can't be mad at me, please don't be mad at me-"

"I hate you" you simply said, turning around on your heels and sprinting in the opposite direction.

"No, come on, Y/n" he followed you, arms outstretched as he maintained your pace, "It was funny, and it looked great on camera"

Taking a deep breath, you stopped dead in your tracks and looked into his eyes for the first time ever since it happened. "Seb, you know what? I looked like an idiot, it was a dumb idea, I hate you, goodbye"

Frankly, no matter how dramatic you sometimes got, this was too much, even for you. You were perfectly aware you were exaggerating, and had to struggle to keep yourself from bursting into laughter - but you just needed to see how far this could go.

"No, don't say that.." he argued, stepping in front of you again and grabbing your shoulders, "Don't ever think that. You didn't look like an idiot, you were just worried". As he spoke, his voice softened and his eyes warmed up. "You were just worried about me…"

"Of course I was worried about you!" you rolled your eyes, "And you thought it was funny"

And those words right there, hurt him. "No.." Sebastian mumbled, "No- I'm sorry, I- come here"

Without giving you a chance to object, he gathered you to his chest, his arms tightly wrapping around your body. He genuinely felt bad, and now, you did too.

"Seb," you sighed, pulling away, "I'm sorry too- I'm not really mad. I was just messing with you, wanted to see how far this would go"

He seemed confused - genuinely surprised with the turn of events, but he didn't complain. Instead, he just frowned, and searched for your eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure" you nodded, "I'm not a child, I act like one sometimes but still"

"You really do" Sebastian laughed, as you both mindlessly started to walk towards your trailers. 

"Look who's talking" you mocked.

"If it's any consolation, I didn't know this until like a few hours ago either. I just found out this morning, that's why I've been off. I knew you'd pry the information out of me somehow"

"Yeah!" you giggled, "I definitely would've"

Just when you were about to reach your trailer, you heard Sebastian groan in pain before he abruptly stopped walking. You turned around to see him clutching his right knee, wincing in pain. "Shit!" he cursed under his breath.

"It's too soon" you scoffed, "I'm not gonna fall for that again"

"No-" he waved dismissively, "I'm fine, it's been hurting for some time, don't know what started it now, though"

And despite your brain yelling 'No, no, don't fall for it', that was exactly what you did. Your heart panged when you saw him limp, and you didn't even think twice before rushing to his side to help him walk.

But of course, not even a step was taken before he burst into laughter, causing you to shove him away from you with all your might.

"Can't believe it worked-" Sebastian said in a high pitched tone, laughing as tears threatened to fall down his cheeks.

"I'm never talking to you again. I hate you" you groaned, turning around and storming off.

But he didn't let you get too far. In a matter of seconds he had caught up with you, wrapping his arms around your body from behind, his face right above your shoulder, "No, you really don't hate me"

"Yes, I do!"

"Come on" he chuckled, "Let's go get a beer"

"No, Seb"

"Two beers?"

"Seb-" you threatened, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold, but all he did was follow you around, still holding you in his arms.

"Three beers!?" he asked playfully enraged.

"Let me go, or else-"

"Or else what?" he taunted proudly, leaning over your shoulder to look you in the eye, "What are you gonna do, hm?"

"Don't test me" you threatened, the proximity making you a bit more playful than usual.

"What are you gonna do?" Sebastian grinned, "Spank me?"

And the following words just slipped out of your mouth, your brain having never been involved in any kind of thought process whatsoever. "Only if you spank me first" you said, and then his mouth fell open.

"Deal!" he cheered, letting you go, and moving to stand in front of you, "It's a deal, it's done"

"Yeah" you laughed, "Ok"

"Ok… to the beer and the spanking?" he teased, and you couldn't hide your amusement.

"Just the beer, Seb"

"And what about the spanking?" he pouted.

"Ask me after that beer"

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine