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reilicaria · 1 year

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so lovely, it feels so right

First time actually publishing something I write. NSFW, fem na’vi reader, needy and dumb reader, some daddy kink, some degradation and Jake being a soft dom. English is not my first language, so I’m happy to take notes. Enjoy and if you liked it, you can send me some requests!<3

“Oh baby, you're getting so... loose. ‘Can barely feel you around my cock” he says, voice dripping with amusement, masked as disappointment.

Of course, he's just making fun of you, but you can't help but to cry a little for the embarrassment of what he just said. A new shed of tears gathered in your waterline, ready to burst. He has manoeuvred you into a spoon fucking position after having fucked an orgasm out of you in all fours. His arm is keeping your leg folded over his hip, your pussy stretched in the open air.

“S-Sorry, I'm sorry- I'm so sorry” you cry out, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, the burn of his words settling in your lower stomach and chest. “I- It's just- I can't help it. Feels so g-good...”

You couldn't help but to relax into his pleasure, to cream all over his cock, ring of white arousal gathering at the base of his girth. After all, it was your body's natural reaction to open up to him.

He kisses your temple before chuckling. Nevertheless, he doesn't stop his thrusts, punching the air out of your lungs with each tight snap of hips against your ass.

“I know baby, I know” he caresses your cheek sweetly before taking a hold of your jaw, your head tilting to the side, forcing you to look into his pupil-dilated eyes. “Fucked your cunt loose over the years. Am I right? Keeping this cunt filled-”

“I-I'm sorry. My mouth- It's better. I'll suck you off, please-” voice trembling, your following sighs are wet and shaky. Jake can see the desperation in your glossy eyes.

He moans, deep and long, the tip of his cock bumping inside the swell inside your gummy walls. It makes your cunt flutter, you see how his eyes roll to the back of his head, yours subtly mimicking his but keeping them shut afterwards.

“Yeah? You ‘gonna let me fuck your mouth? ‘Gonna let daddy cum in your mouth? Leave your greedy cunt empty?” His hand releases your face, the feeling of his fingers against your jaw still pulsing in your hot skin.

“Y-Yes, daddy! Whatever you want, I'll do anything for you.” You babble, mind foggy and already dumb on pleasure, the feeling of your belly getting tighter.

He can't help but to feel his chest tighten. You're so sweet, he knows you'd do it. You'd do anything to keep him satisfied, even if it meant not getting what you so desperately need.

“Lucky for you, I know just how to- ah yes, baby, keep those pretty eyes on me.” he gets distracted from what he was about to do when you look up to him again. Brows furrowed, all flushed in places he’s been touching. He chews his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, Jake can see how your eyes are filled with new tears, ready to be spilled. “Oh, sweet thing, don’t cry. Daddy’s ‘gonna make you all tight again. How does that sound?”

You can only nod, your head heavy over your shoulders, eager to do whatever he wants to make him feel as good as you’re feeling right now. It makes him chuckle behind you before he’s pulling out slowly. The cold wind of the forest hitting his drenched cock, making him whimper softly. You’re so empty all of a sudden, it makes you want to climb him to keep him inside of you forever.

“’Wanna kiss” you say before you can process it.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll give you a kiss in a second.” his hands grab your hips to manhandle you, back flushed against the soft grass, him above you. He’s leaning to meet your gabby hands, intertwining them over his thick neck.

When your lips meet, he moans against them sweetly, your tongue is quick and eager to search his, whimpering coming from the depths of your throat when he finally lets his to come out and play with yours.

“Inside, c’mon daddy, inside. ‘Want you inside again.”

“I was already on it, baby. You’re such a greedy little bitch, am I right?” you can help but nod shamelessly, the tip of his swollen cock now pressing at your clit it's all you can think about. You grow desperate at his soft attention; at the soft circles his head is drawing in your sweet nerves.

“Please, oh p-please!” your hips are rising with each of his slow movements, trying to follow the way he keeps his pace unhurried, teasing. It’s making you crazy. Your chest is moving up and down, unnaturally so, and you feel like you could sob any minute now with how needy and stupid you’re feeling.

“What? What do you want now? ‘You want me inside or just want to cum like this?” his voice hardens, his movements against your clit grow faster, and once again your jaw is getting gripped with controlled force. “Answer.”

“I don’t know! I-I-I want you!” you can feel the way your tail is swinging back and forth under you, deciding as if it had a life of its own, to wrap around his toned tight. Your head is screaming; you only want more.

More, more of him, closer, deeper, harder. Then, your hand behind his neck is wrapping his kuru, pulling it softly. He lets out a short laugh, the assault on your clit stops, making you whine and visibly relax.

“You’re that fucked out, right? It’s alright baby, you’re the prettiest when you’re dumb.”

He obliges you, taking a hold of your kuru to pull it over your shoulder as you do the same. Soft strands of bare nerves glow dimly between the two of you, and when you connect them, everything stops. Your breath is caught in your throat, a new wave of heat and sensibility is taking over your body, now you can barely feel your toes; you feel lightheaded.

He isn’t much better. The need you feel for him is overpowering, his desire for teasing you no longer a priority. He just wants to make you cum, keep you satisfied until you’re no longer able to remember your own name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” is the only think he can mutter, head empty and ready to fuck you senseless. The head of his cock is quickly prodding your entrance and making a swift way inside your awaiting cunt effortlessly, making you arch against his chest in a silent moan. “Fuck, baby so good. So soft and w-warm. Fuck- Im’gonna make you cum so hard.”

Jake can no longer afford to be eloquent, deciding instead to focus on your neglected clit, his own release so near is making him whimper loudly with each trust into your cunt. Hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb reaching to rub your sensitive nerves in the way he knows will have you tightening and cumming in no longer than five minutes.

“Jake! Ah, d-daddy. Feels so good- you’re, you’re... ah!” you trail off, unable to keep up with your words because of how hard he’s now fucking you, deep and so fucking dirty.

You can barely keep your eyes open, they feel heavy, and you can’t see much anyways, blurry behind your lids.

“I’m ‘gonna make you cum? I know baby, I know you. I know this sweet cunt can’t cum without having your pretty clit touched. So greedy, it’s never enough.” he regains composure, each of his words making you feel closer to your orgasm. His thumb draws unrelentless shapes over and over again over your clit.

“I’m- am I making you feel good too, d-daddy?” you ask, as sweetly as possible.

You can’t help but to search for reassurance, especially after remembering how his earlier words made you feel. You know you are, your brain is literally connected with his. Still, you need verbal confirmation, his words never failing to make you feel warm and comforted.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” he’s babbling and moaning, almost pussy drunk. He doesn’t miss the way your cunt is fluttering at his sounds, so he never actually tries to keep them down. “So good, sweetheart, you’re making me cum.”

You inevitably whimper at what he says, feeling the wet pulse in between your legs almost unbearable. Your back is sliding against the grass as he fucks you faster. Desperate, deep sounds coming from his open mouth.

“Ki-” you begin to say.

He’s already all over you, leaning forward, his forearm pressing right next to your head, noses bumping together and lips clasping wetly. Jake consumes almost all of your whiny and high-pitched noises, but his throat keeps groaning in low tones, unable to control himself no longer. When you open your eyes again, you can see how his temple expresses a deep frown. The idea is mild and subtle at the back of your brain, but you know he’s about to cum.

“C’mon baby, I can feel you want to cum so bad... let go for me. Give it to me, now.”

His thumb over your clit is doubling its efforts, tight circles with just the right amount of pressure has you arching your back and raising your hips into the air, before closing your eyes and gushing all over his cock. You see pure white bliss while you’re moaning so breathy and so high pitched, your legs are trembling so hard, but he doesn’t stop. He’s making your clit go almost numb from oversensitivity.

When your orgasm feels endless and unnaturally long, you know it’s because Jake has cummed alongside you, the bond between your bodies masking it as one.

“That’s right, sweet baby. So full of my cum, so mine...” his eyes are glued to your pulsing cunt, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge the way you look at him, so focused on the way his softening dick is still pumping his cum inside you. “So pretty...”

When he’s finally pulling out, he moans softly, but you’re shuddering at the feeling of emptiness. You’re limp and exhausted, the both of you breathless.

“How are you feeling, syulang?” he’s smiling widely now, eyes transfixed in your expression. With flushed cheeks, tired eyes and sweaty form, you try and sit up “Satisfied enough?”

He’s mocking you again, but this time it makes you laugh when you lean to kiss him.

“Well, yes. For now.” you begin, looking up to him through your lashes. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of you and your...” you trail off, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh no, you can’t possibly be getting all shy now, aren’t you, baby?” he’s petting the crown of your head, rolling your bodies to lay in the cool grass. “I just hope to put another baby in you.”

His affirmation leaves you feeling hot and bothered again, but you limit yourself to only nodding and smiling at him while Jake softly pets the connection between your kurus with tenderness.

“Wanna go again?” you suggest, the bond making you feel hungry and revitalized, as if you haven’t had your brains fucked for the last hour. “Just to make sure.”

“Almost as if you read my mind.” he says amused, leaning over you once again.

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sky-kiss · 6 months

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Raphael x F!Tav: 18+ : Woops. Hand Slipped Again.

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The gods will see her damned for this, she thinks.

She doesn’t care; she’s not sure how to care anymore. Tav turns her face into the pillow, her sharp filling the boudoir. It joins the debtors' chorus. Her fingers curl in the sheets, searching for purchases, searching for anything to keep her from coming untethered. She doesn’t manage it. He’s pure heat at her back, claws biting at her hips. His wings fan the air around them, and she is trapped.

His sheets are silk (of course) and black (of course), contrasting with Raphael’s red skin. The adventurer’s thighs ache, spread wide to accommodate the breadth of his hips. He leans forward over her, his chest pressed to her back, and she has rarely been more aware of the disparity in their size. The weight of him at her back leaves her dizzy.

The cambion catches the shell of her ear between his teeth, purring, dark. “Tsk, already wet for me, mouse? You make this too easy.” She chews the inside of her cheek, fighting not to rock her hips as his fingers dip between her legs. He strokes her once, circles her core, and gathers her slick. She is dripping for him; so much of their relationship revolves around the hunt, and he has left her wanting since just after dawn. He brings his fingers to his lips and then sucks them clean. “In this, at least, you never disappoint, pet. Here, have a taste.” As if to reward her, he strokes her again. She’s rewarded with two fingers pressed deep into her heat, thrusting lazily before he slides them out. He brings them to her lips; she sucks them clean without thinking, reveling in his low moan.

He thinks she’s powerless in these games. She knows better. She digs her tongue between his index and forefinger, swallows around his fingers, and is rewarded by a shift of his hips, digging at her ass. Raphael presses forward until her breasts are crushed against the mattress. There’s nowhere left to shift. She can only rock back against him, the thickness of his cock pressed between her legs.

“Should I expect anything more than talk from you, Raphael?”

It’s a challenge. He smirks, gold eyes glittering, wolfish. He leans over Tav's shoulder to catch her lips, guiding himself to her entrance. Her groan is low and reverent. That first press is intoxicating and empowering. It is as if he is too big to fit, struggling to push inside.

And then he’s there, stretching her, just this side of too much. Tav drives her hips back, wanting every inch. She wants to ache from this. Raphael canted her hips higher, rocking forward to catch her lip between his teeth.

“Greedy little mouse.” He licks the corner of her mouth. “Far be it from me to extol any great virtues. But patience...you would benefit from a study in patience."

She wants to laugh, but the sound dies on her tongue, lost in a breathy yelp. Raphael grips her waist hard enough to bruise, all that infernal strength brought to bear. She finds she prefers it. Raphael treats her with no kindness and no respect for any perceived fragility. He fucks into her with centuries of pent-up hunger, and Tav rallies to meet him.

One of his hands teases between her legs to stroke her in time with his thrusts. It’s unnecessary; Tav is already close, but she knows he likes this. He loves to feel her clutch at him, tight and hot and entirely his. Raphael stills within her, head thrown back, panting as he rides out her orgasm. He is still hard inside her, and she whines.

The devil noses her ear. “Ask for more, sweetling. Beg me for it.”

She knows this game too well; if she begs him, Raphael will pull out of her, leave the boudoir, and leave her wanting.

She pushes at his shoulders, shoving him until he’s flat on his back. The correct answer is to ride him until they're both screaming.

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #my writing #sorry this was my warmup this morning lol #im burdening yall with it #BACK TO THE LORE MINES #smutttttt #but like #not extreme

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radioactiveparker · 1 year

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What I Go To School For - Steve Harrington X Teacher!Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary - You, a Hawkins High science teacher, get seduced by your favourite student after hours

Loosely inspired by the song What I Go To School For by Busted

Warnings - Strong Language / Age Gap (all characters are 18+) / Public Sex / Oral (F & M receiving) / Spit Swapping / Unprotected Sex (PiV) / Choking / Pain Kink (?) / Praise Kink / Dacryphilia / Spanking / Overstimulation / Creampie / Breeding Kink (?) / Fingering / Cum Eating

Word count - 5.6K

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Steve Harrington relaxed himself on the door frame of your classroom, giving his hair a quick once over before crossing his arms over his chest. He slowly chewed a fresh stick of gum as his eyes raked over your sitting frame. He took particular notice of how your skirt had rolled up in your current position and exposed the soft skin of your thighs and how it tightened and stretched to fit the curve of your ass. He watched as your lips wrapped around the tip of the pen you were using and he crossed his legs to stop his cock from twitching in his pants. He thought back to his biology lesson with you earlier that day, and how he had dropped his own pen on the floor only for you to bend over in front of him and pick it up, giving him an innocent smile as you handed it to him. He quickly shook the memory from his head, preferring not to greet you with a raging boner showing. Instead, he knocked gently against the door.

"Come in." You called with an air of annoyance. You didn't bother to look up from the assignments you were currently grading, hoping that whoever wanted to speak with you would not distract you from your work for too long.

"Are you busy, Ma'am?"

"Steve!" You perked up before quickly clearing your throat and correcting yourself, "Mr Harrington, I thought you would have gone home by now. Is there something I can help you with?"

You couldn't help but pay attention to how good he looked today. Well, he looked good everyday, but today especially. You knew the moment he walked into your class this morning, that he was going to be on the forefront of your mind all day. And he was. With his perfectly combed hair, tight shirt against his pecks and well fitted jeans that stretched taught over the shape of his thighs, ass and bulge. You were aware that he was your student, and even thinking about being in a relationship with him was strictly forbidden, but you were only human, and Steve was an exceptionally good-looking man. There were moments when he was in your class that you would catch him looking at you, and there was a small part of you that hoped he reciprocated those feelings, but then you would see him looking at the other girls in your class in a similar fashion. And that was fine, you had told yourself, because he was a boy in his late teens who should be chasing after girls his age. Certainly not his teacher. It would be for the best if he didn't feel the same way, you had concluded to yourself when your class had ended, and finally made the decision to stop fantasising about something that was never going to happen. But still, you couldn't help the way he made you feel.

You quickly fixed your hair out of your face as he confidently stalked towards you and dropped himself onto the seat opposite you. You straightened your back and tried to calm your racing heart as he leaned over your desk, a tad too close for a casual meeting between student and teacher. The woodiness of his cologne was almost overwhelming but mixed well with the minty freshness of his gum. His smell alone was enough for heat to pool between your legs. For a split second, your eyes drew themselves to his smooth lips and watched him chew.

"Actually, there is. You see, I've been struggling a bit lately, and I was hoping you could go over some things with me before I take my finals."

Your shoulders slouched slightly with your disappointment. Of course, he had come to ask about his school work. Why else would he come to see you?

To bend you over your desk and fuck you like there's no tomorrow.

Absolutely not. He was your student.

Your favourite student.

But for no particular reason other than he was top of your class.

And that he's extremely hot.

"What would you like me to go over with you?"

"I seem to be struggling on the different systems in the body."

"Okay, any system in particular?"

He practically trapped your leg between his as he tucked himself further under the desk, the material of his jeans scratching along your bare leg, your knee rubbing dangerously high up on his thigh. Any sudden movement would have it resting on his--

"Reproductive system." His voice was low and silky. You wanted nothing more than to rub your thighs together to heed the aching between them, but Steve's thigh was proving to be an undesired barrier. And he had noticed, feeling them tense at his statement.

You swallowed thickly. "And what is it you would like to know?"

"How would a man go about pleasing a woman?"

You almost gasped at how forward his question was and quickly looked out of your classroom door to be sure that no other teachers had walked by and overheard.

"Mr Harrington, I don't think that's appropriate." The reality of what was happening had shocked you, and you quickly tried to divert away from the situation.

"I think it's a valid question."

Despite wanting nothing more to play along, you couldn't. It was wrong.

"Well, judging by the talk around school, I don't think you need any help in that particular area."

Steve couldn't help but smirk. You knew he was a good fuck and he wondered how many times you had thought about him fucking you. He knew that you did. It was written all over your face - the way you would look at him in class said it all. But he wanted to know how many times you had touched yourself while thinking about him fucking you. The question alone had his cock perking up.

"Maybe not. But it's still good to have some extra... tips."

Alarms were ringing in your head. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it. But he was just so... seductive. The way his mouth formed his words and the flirty accent to his voice practically had you swooning. You didn't want to give in, but as you said before, you're only human. You huffed at your own weakmindedness (hoping that Steve would think you had had enough of his antics and back off) and finally decided to have a go at answering his question.

"If you must know..." You trailed off, standing up to face the whiteboard. You tried not to miss the heat of his leg between yours.

It was pure torture. You wanted nothing more than for this to stop, but you just couldn't help yourself. It had been so long since you had been like this with anyone - you were getting desperate. But that didn't cloud your judgement. You weren't looking for Steve as a quick fix. You wanted him. He was a nice boy, always looked after himself and was very polite to you. His devilishly good looks were just a bonus. But you had started something, now you must finish it. You took your time clearing the board, raking your brain for anything to say and praying that Steve would put an end to it or give you something to go off.

Instead, Steve watched as you took an eraser and cleared the remnants of pen off the board, staring longingly at your backside as it jiggled from your movements. He had no intentions of stopping. Steve had had a thing for you the second he saw you standing in front of the class - tight shirt showing off the roundness of your tits and a skimpy little pencil skirt that left nothing to the imagination.

You had turned in time to catch him staring, although he didn't seem to mind that you had caught him.

"Actually, Ma'am," the scrape of the chair against the floor startled you as Steve stood from his seat. He strode towards you again, standing close enough to trap you against the wall. You may have been a few years older than him, but he was significantly taller. His chocolate eyes fell downward from yours, and you realised he was staring down your shirt. You had unbuttoned the first few buttons to stop it from choking you, and he was now ogling at your black, lacy bra that did very little to cover your tits. He bit his lips as he watched them rise and fall with your heavy breathing. "I'm more of a... hands-on learner."

Your lips parted ever so slightly as he leaned into you further. His chest was now flush against yours, and your noses brushed gently. You closed your eyes as the mint from his breath was causing them to water, but still did nothing to pull away. If anything, you only brought him closer - resting your arms upon his strong bicep and fisting the sleeve of his shirt.

"Why don't we -erm- see what you know so far and -um- work from there." You managed to get out, feeling so pathetic for not being able to hide the effect he had on you.

"Yes, Ma'am." You had to physically prevent your eyes from rolling to the back of your head when he rasped in your ear.

He nipped gently at your lobe before placing a gentle kiss below it. You took a shaky breath in at the feeling, which egged him to continue. His touch was delicate, as if you were made of fine china, and you had to plead him for more. But he continued his slow, soft pace all the way down your neck until he reached the junction between your neck and shoulder. You supposed he was right to do so. It would be a pain having to hide hickeys for school, despite wanting to show off that he had marked you. He placed a final kiss, lingering longer than the others, and you could feel him pressing his nose into your shoulder. His deep inhale of your skin cause goose bump along your flesh. When you thought he was going to pull away, he continued to trail more kisses once again, this time pressing his lips firmer along your skin. He nipped and sucked at your collarbones, this time leaving faint bruises that would be easier to cover up. He continued on down your sternum until he reached the top of your breasts. Your hands reached into his fluffy hair as he sucked harsher and slowly unbuttoned the rest of your shirt. Finally, he pulled away from you, taking in your exposed upper body and admiring the gradient of hickeys down your front. At last, he pulled you in again, pressing his lips to yours in a clash of teeth and tongue. He moaned against your mouth and your pussy throbbed. His fingers glided themselves up your sides and over your breasts until they reached your shoulders, and he pulled your shirt down your arms to fully expose you.

"Steve," You moaned against his lips, "the door."

He let out a groan of annoyance as he pulled away and headed to shut the door. During this time, you shoved everything off your desk and perched yourself on top of it, spreading your legs as far as your pencil skirt would let you.

When Steve turned back around, he thought he was in heaven. He made his way back to you in urgency, taking his shirt off along the way. He attached his lips to yours again, bunching your skirt up to the top of your thighs and pressing your bodies together. As your hands reached into his hair again, his wrapped around your back and expertly unclasped your bra. You removed it with haste, the softness of your tits finally squished against his chest. He moaned at the warmth of them, and he could feel your nipples stiffening. You gasped for air when he pulled his lips away from yours and brought their attention back to your breasts. His tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples, and they somehow hardened even more. Teasingly, he grazed his teeth along them, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He continued to do this, pushing you lightly for you to lie back on your desk.

The cool surface came as a shock to your skin, but it was forgotten quickly as Steve kissed down your stomach and began to unzip your skirt. He made quick work of pulling it down the length of your legs before kissing his way back up to your lips. His body pressed firmly against yours, and you could feel the shape of his bulge against your heat. The thin material of your panties did little to hide how large he was, even through his jeans. Your fingers fumbled with his belt and buttons, wanting desperately to feel him even more. The movement of your lips was unrelenting, even as the two of you worked together to pull down his boxers and jeans at once.

His cock stood tall and proud - his tip a flaming red and veins bulging along its long length. Your mouth watered at the sight as you grasped him firmly in your hand, feeling how heavy and thick he was. He tried to hide the stutter in his breath, but he knew you had heard it when he saw the smirk on your lips. You pushed him back a touch, just enough for you to slide off of the table and kneel before him. Before he could protest, you had sucked his tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began bobbing your head. He released a string of curses as you rolled your tongue over his veins and swirled it around the head of his cock.

He tangled his fingers in your hair and began guiding you further down on his cock, trying his best to refrain from fucking your throat. "Fuck, I bet you've been dreaming about this, huh? My cock sliding down your throat, making me feel so good. Such a good girl for me."

You moaned around his cock in agreement.

"Bet you didn't think I knew about that." He moved your head faster along his cock, angling your head so that you could look up at him. "I see the way you look at me in class. Eye-fucking me with those pretty little eyes of yours. God, it always made me so hard just wondering what you were doing to me in that head of yours."

"Think I don't know too?" You challenged, taking him in your hand and slowly stroking him. "I've seen your grades, Mr Harrington. I know my class is the only one you excel in."

"Touché." He smirked, shoving his cock back into your mouth to shut you up.

His hips stuttered a thrust and accidently jabbed his cock at the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, then swallowed around his length causing his voice to crack through a moan. He thrust again and you gagged once more.

"Relax your throat for me, baby."

You did as you were told and he fully slid his cock all the way down your throat. "Thats it. Atta girl."

Your face went red from lack of oxygen, and you gasped aloud when he slid back out. You didn't get much time to catch your breath before he rammed himself back in, nuzzling your nose into the sparse hair on his pubic bone. He held himself longer, placing one hand on the back of your head and wrapping the other around your neck to feel his bulge in your throat. You tried your best to keep him in, but he was really testing your limits, and you had to tap out. He moaned when his hand felt his length moving inside of your neck as he pulled out. He did it again a few more times before properly starting to fuck your throat, thrusting in and out and letting you gag and choke on his dick.

Once he'd had his fun, he reluctantly pulled you off him and you already missed the weight of him on your tongue. You took him into your hand again, your spit making your palm slide up and down with ease. Steve didn't think you had looked more beautiful than you did now: Hair in tangles from his fingers, mascara tears down your cheeks and your lips swollen and flushed red with a string of saliva still attaching them to his cock.

He took his thumbs and swiped them under your eyes to wipe away your tears before running them over your lips. "Tongue out."

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, expecting him to start fucking your throat again. But instead he leaned down and slowly let a string of spit stream down from his mouth and pool onto your tongue. You wouldn't be surprised if you were dripping through your panties and onto the carpet right now.

"Swallow." You did so willingly, revelling in the peppermint taste. "Good girl."

He pulled you back standing up, and you ignored the ache in your knees. His hand cupped your backside and lifted you back onto your desk as he kissed your swollen lips. He bit your lip before his tongue intruded your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as he sucked gently on your tongue before swirling it around his, collecting as much saliva as he could to transfer to you. All while doing this, he sneakily relocated his gum into your mouth. You began chewing as he pulled away. It was the sexiest thing he ever had seen.

Using the back of your knees, he pulled you to the edge of the table and took his turn of kneeling in front of you. He kissed along the hem of your baby blue, cotton panties trying not to laugh at how you had miss-matched them with your black, lacy bra. He took his time pulling them down your legs - the way a string of your juices connected to the gusset of your panties was very appetising indeed. He placed the soles of your feet on his shoulders so your legs bent at the knees and wasted no time delving in. You moaned rather loudly at the sudden pleasure and had to cover your mouth in case any other teachers or janitors had decided to stay late. Steve, on the other hand, had no worries about his volume as he slurped and moaned against your cunt, relshing and savouring your taste - lapping you up like he had been deprived of any sustenance his entire life. You couldn't have held back the moan of his name if you'd tried. You legs shook at the torturous pace of his tongue as it swiped back and forth along your clit before he suckled it between his lips. Your back arched in pleasure and pain as you began to feel the tingling burn from the mint on his tongue. But it all added to the pleasure as your climax approached rather quickly.

"Steve," You whimpered, trying to pull him from you, "I wanna cum on your cock."

His head perked up at that, giving your clit one last kiss before situating himself between your legs. He wrapped them around his waist while sliding the head of his aching cock along your sopping folds. He kissed you again, this time soft and slow, almost romantic. His tip nudged along your slit as you fisted his hair, anticipating his penetration.

He sunk into you deeply and with ease. Your tight heat being stretched by his girth brought moans out of both of you. The pleasure was intoxicating. Your fingers pulled at Steve's hair when he began to thrust. His hips rocked gently, not pulling out too far to let you adjust to his size. He noticed the goose bumps prickle your skin and how your naked chest rose and fell at a gradually increasing pace. It wasn't long before you were begging him to go harder, and he was soon pounding into you, forcing you to take every last inch of his cock. You bit your lip to refrain from being too loud as the blunt shape of his head rammed against that delicious spot deep within you. But you couldn't help yourself from moaning his name, to which Steve had no problem with, loving the idea of everyone and anyone knowing it was him who made you feel this way. He begin nipping at your neck, this time neither of you caring about the marks he would leave. As he did this, he trailed his fingertips down the length of your body, giving your nipples a playful pinch along the way, before finding home on your clit. He rubbed with the perfect amount of pressure and in consistent circles, spreading your slick everywhere. You dug your heels into his back, pleading him to be closer to you as if he wasn't already inside of you. Your climax was fast approaching, but your moans died from your lips as he pulled out rather abruptly.

You could have cried at the loss, but he was tugging you off of the table and bending you over it so your entire front rested against its cool surface. You practically yelped when he slammed himself inside of her again. The new position allowed him to hit her sweet spot at the perfect angle and so much deeper than before. The room was filled with moans, pants, and wet slick sound from your dripping hole - if anyone was in the building, they were sure to know what was happening very quickly. Steve bent himself over you, but not before bringing a hand down on your ass. The loud smack and sudden sting left you breathless. He pressed his chest to your back so you were sandwiched between him and the table as he continued rocking his hips at a brash pace. His whimpers and heavy breathing were now directly in your ear and made you impossibly wetter. Steve could feel this as he ground himself against your ass, his cock gliding in and out with no restriction at all. You practically went limp as he drove into you, letting him use you as he pleased.

"How many times have you thought about me doing this to you? How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of me fucking you?" He breathed onto the shell of your ear.

"Every time." You whimpered pitifully.

All of a sudden, his hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you up so the two of you were standing. He rejoiced in the clapping of his hips against your ass, knowing he was being completely ruthless and finally fulfilling your fantasies. He felt so deep inside of you now that you would be surprised if he wasn't in your stomach. He used your throat as leverage to rag you down onto his cock, using his thrusts to meet you halfway. The edge of the table cut into your hips, but the mix of pleasure and pain only brought you closer to the edge.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

You whimpered a 'yes' as best as you could and he somehow thrust even faster into you. Heat swirled like a fire deep in your gut before exploding like a firework. You let out the loudest, most pornographic moan Steve had ever heard that he had to cover your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet. Your entire body was trembling in his grasp, and he worried for a second that he might have broken you. He let you relax on the table to catch your breath, still keeping himself sheathed in your warmth. He stroked your hair out of your face and kissed at your clammy back as you calmed down.

"Atta girl. You did so well for me." You mewled a pathetic, 'thank you'. "But I'm not done with you yet."

You let out a cry when he pulled out of you, leaving you feel empty as your release began dribbling down your thighs. He guided you to his usual seat at the front of the class and sat down, patting his thighs for you to take a seat. You did so with wobbling legs, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He placed wet kisses to your lips, and each one echoed a wet smack.

"I want you to ride me, baby." He requested softly, kissing you between every other word. "You think you can do that for me?"

You nodded, even though you didn't think you actually had the strength to do so. You were just so desperate for him to be back inside of you, and so was Steve. You lined him up with your entrance before slowly easing him in. Your pussy sucked him in greedily, welcoming the intrusion. Your legs shook as you began to raise and lower yourself onto him, slamming your body down harshly. Steve's hands found themselves on your hips, using them to yank your cunt down on his cock. Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wanted so badly to see you ride him, having imagined it every time he fisted his leaking cock in his room at night, and prayed that this wouldn't be the only time you would do so. Everything about you was gorgeous. He loved the way your tits jiggled with every bounce and how you threw your head back in ecstasy. He loved the feeling of your nails raking against the pale flesh of his shoulders as you used them to haul yourself up and down. It was an image that he was sure would never leave his mind.

"I want you to picture this every time you're in class." His voice scratched an itch in your brain. "Every time you sit at your desk, every time you see me sat here in class, I want you to remember how well I fucked you. I want you to remember how good I made you feel with my cock." You whimpered. "You think you can do that?"

This moment wasn't leaving you any time soon. You would have remembered it, even if he hadn't asked you to. This was something you would be using to get yourself off for a long time. You nodded wildly at his question, gasping as you continued to ride him.

But your stamina had drained very quickly, not having the strength to bounce as quickly as you would've liked to. Steve slapped your ass cheeks rather roughly before grabbing them in his palms, using them the guide you along his cock. This time, instead of going up and down, he allowed you to grind on him, rocking your hips back and forth. The two of you moaned at the feeling. Your overly sensitive clit rubbed along his pubic bone in a way that almost had you crying. You couldn't believe you were nearing your second orgasm, and Steve hadn't even had one yet. You tried to hold back as long as you could but the pleasure was too great and you spasmed on his cock once more. Your whole body shook above him and you cried into his shoulder. He groaned as your walls squeezed and pulsated around his cock, continuing to milk him even though you had stopped moving.

"Keep going, baby. I know you can do it." He praised. "I'm so close."

You forced yourself to rock back and forth again, keeping your head tucked into his shoulder and sucking a hickey where it meets his neck. You weren't going nearly as fast as before, but Steve understood that you were probably drained. Because of this, he grabbed your ass again and lifted you to sit on his desk. Your quivering legs finally had a place to rest around his waist, but it wasn't long before he was pounding into you again, just as he had done on your own desk. You whimpered and moaned and groaned from his cock pistoning in and out of you, dragging along your g spot which had swelled with arousal. You all but cried when he reached a hand down to attack your clit, spreading your slick around the nub with an extreme velocity. You had tears running down your cheeks, but you still continued to grind your hips upwards to meet with Steve's thrusts. You knew he wasn't going to let up until you came once more, but his hips were stuttering and starting to lose their rhythm. With a final loud groan, he sheathed himself entirely inside of you and freely released his load. Your sensitive walls could feel every twitch of his cock and every rope of cum spraying against them as he stuffed you full.

The two of you panted against each other, foreheads resting together and bodies still connected. Steve slowly pulled out of you before he became completely soft and you gasped at the sudden loss. You squeezed your walls together in a desperate attempt to keep every last drop of him inside of you.

"You think you can give me one more?"

No. You wanted to say. Your body needed a break, but your cunt was still aching for another release. So, stupidly, you nodded your head. He smiled at you before diverting his eyes to your wrecked cunt. He used his long fingers to collect the little amount of his seed that had seeped out and stuffed it straight back inside of you. He moaned when his fingers felt how wet and warm you were, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. You cried out when he started jamming his fingers into you rapidly. First with two, and then adding a third to stretch your walls the way his cock had just moments ago. He continued his unrelenting pace as he bowed down to suck your clit into his mouth. Your hands tried their hardest to push him away and you began squirming about on the desk. It was too much, what on earth were you thinking. But you were getting closer, despite how raw and painful your clit had become. The coil was becoming tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. You released your loudest moan yet and Steve freed your clit from his eager mouth. He did, however, keep his fingers moving inside you, only to force his cum back inside you that you had pushed out by the force of your release. You gripped his wrist, pleading him to stop and he finally let your pussy have a break. He brought his fingers into view, admiring the mix of your juices that had creamed on his digits. You stared at them hungrily and Steve pressed them to your lips. You parted your lips gladly and indulged in his fingers. You sucked them just as you had his cock, moaning at the sweet and salt on your taste buds. He released them from your mouth with a pop once you had thoroughly cleaned them.

Aware of your quivering legs, he left you seated on the desk as he gathered your clothes for you and helped you get dressed. He started with your panties as you clasped your bra. He slowly pulled them up your legs, kissing the soft skin as he went. He pulled them up high on your waist, hoping to keep whatever remained of his cum inside of you. He did the same with your skirt while you buttoned up your blouse and raked your fingers through your hair to flatten it out. You then watched in silence as he changed himself.

"You need a ride?" He asked, sliding his belt through the loops of his jeans.

You did, in fact. After glancing at the clock on the wall, you realised that you had missed the last bus, and you were too embarrassed to tell him that you couldn't drive. You accepted his offer gratefully, and he helped you down from off the desk. Your legs still wobbled beneath you, but you had gathered enough strength to walk with Steve supporting you with his arm around your waist. You turned back to look at your classroom before you turned the lights off. You would come in early tomorrow to clean it before anyone questioned why your classroom was left in the state that it was in.

"Wait!" Steve stopped you abruptly before you could shut your classroom door. "You have something of mine."

"I do?"

He smirked, nodding his head as he brought it closer to yours. His lips pressed to yours in your final kiss of the night. They pressed to yours lightly, clasping your bottom lip between them gently. The smooth muscle of his tongue parted your lips and slipped into your mouth. You tried your best not to moan when he rested a hand at the back of your head to pull you closer, knowing that it would echo much louder in the empty hall. His tongue grew more aggressive as it explored your mouth. You couldn't decide whether he was looking for something in there or trying to commit it to memory. But then he scooped up his gum from your mouth and brought it back to his, pulling away from you with one more smack of your lips. The way his eyes lingered on your lips, you thought that perhaps it was both. He began chewing again, giving you a cheeky wink before wrapping his arms around you once more.

You were grateful that the halls were empty as you and Steve made your way to his car.

"So," Steve started, "You think I'm gonna ace my final?"

"Oh, most definitely."

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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S E 7 E N : A S M O D E U S P A R T F O 4 R

Warnings: drying humping, breaking entry, harassment, assault, torturous abuse, blood, gore, groping, and cussing. i think that's it.

You slowly resumed your chewing as you shifted your gaze. Noticing your somewhat shocked expression he scuffles out a small giggle as he continues to dip pieces of bread and marinated fish in the sauces as he continues. “It will be fine, trust me. He loves you…in a manner that no mortal being, Angel or God could ever understand. It’s a love that is yearned but also feared…of course, it’s ten times the amount since Heeseung is…well, heheheh, you’ll find out soon enough.” He eyes you mischievously as he places the piece of fish in his mouth. You started to feel nervous and a raging wave of fear and hesitation flamed from within your body. “What else? You have any other questions?” You slightly gulped as you look at him. “I have so many…just don’t know where to start…and I’m not sure if I want to find out beforehand…” He covers his mouth delicately as he giggles. “Oh darling, you don’t need to fear or overthink anything. Heeseung is made out to be alot of things but he’s not a monster, unless you’re his enemy or someone he greatly hates, which you are neither.” Reaching his hand across the table, he takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb across your palm. Once you’re finished…we’ll need to go over some things. He softly remarks as he gazes into your eyes. The copper flames color of his hair matched with his ultra ivory, pale skin was a remarkable color scheme if you ever did see one. It was like combining fire and silk. “Oh…okay. Um…well I’m pretty much finished now, so whenever…whenever you’re ready.” You looked down, a bit nervously at that. He chuckles. “Come here.” He simply calmly speaks out as he scoots his chair away from the table. Looping an arm around your hips, he cradles your rear as he reaches up and takes hold of your arm.

“Straddle me.” Your eyes slightly widened at his bold demand, yet, after such intimacies you went through with Helel and Jay, you couldn’t be too surprised. Even Jungwon, who was more reserved with his level of sexual display, was still romantically affectionate with you considering you had only known him for one day. You do as he bids and walk over to him. Patti g on his lap, he bids you to sit atop him. Slowly raising each leg, taking advantage of the stretch within your black, flared leggings, you sit on his lap, facing him. Thank God you still had them and didn’t throw them out once the Senator banned black clothing for the public, yet his regulators and followers were an exception to that ban. Once your derrière met his thighs, and your hands on his strong shoulders, you felt his hands slowly…very slowly and softly take hold of your waist. Unlike Helel and Jays grasp, Sunoo’s grip was much less of a grab and followed more along the lines of caressing. You slightly tilt your head back and closed your eyes at his touch. Uncontrollably, your hips rolled and dipped down on their own, just slightly, yet apparent enough for him to notice and comment about it. “Oh…you’ve got some talent, let’s see how much of that we could put to good use.” He gently remarks as his hand reaches the back of your neck, while his lips grazes over your lips, with his gaze following suit. “In order to prepare you for him…I gotta make sure you know how to handle him and move…I’ll show you. Can you be a good girl and do as your told?” He whispers in your ear. You nod sensually as your eyes remain shut. “Y-yessss….” You whisper out. “Good….giiiiiirrrrlllll.” He responds. “So when Heeseung comes to get you…when he takes you, you’ll need to know how to respond when he touches you….you know what I mean?” You nod and bite your lip as you relish Sunoo’s hands roaming your body. “Good.” Tightening his grip, his hands transitioned from a soft and caressing notion to a harsh and tight grab as his fingers slightly dig into your skin, a mixture of sharp pain that lasts for a split second before a rush of pleasure hits you. “Heeseung…will be both, gentle and rough, it all depends on his mood. Sometimes…he can be both at the same time…and when he does…” he continues to whisper as he starts to move your hips back and forth, in the same manner that Helel…or Heeseung as he was referred to by his brothers, did the night you met him…from the moment he said those words to you as he pulled you atop him. “Come here…sit on it.”

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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SANJI X READER

Juice with a Bite

SANJI X READER | FEM! READER, NSFW, SHE/HER, WORD COUNT: 2.3k

CW: oral male giving female receiving, fingering, squirting

A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Part 2 of Mango Juice... The one where Sanji is true to his promise and visits Y/N's room at night when she's thirsty…

He was a man of his word.

He didn’t forget the alluded promise he spoke to you earlier that day, when the heat was sweltering and he could still taste you on his tongue. You had lingered on his senses, like sun poisoning; skin prickly hot, head in the clouds, thirst insatiable.

Sanji was sick, and you were both the illness and the cure.

Luffy had remained in his orbit throughout the day, chattering away about the damn mango juice. It had taken all of his pathetic excuse for patience just to keep from snapping. No, there was no actual mango juice–at least not for him, and no–he would not go out and buy more mangos. After all, Nami had taken care of stocking up the pantry for him.

It would be rude of him; downright disrespectful, plus he had no intentions of letting Nami catch wind of his afternoon shenanigans for multiple reasons. His business with you was your business, nobody else’s. Secondly, he couldn’t bear to see the smirk on Nami’s face should she find out. It wouldn’t be long before everyone else would know once Nami had enough information.

Sanji was not embarrassed, per se, but he didn’t know what your flirtatious moments even meant aside from an attempt at stealing his senses, his pride, his honor.

Doubt stiffened his muscles as he cleaned up the kitchen close to midnight. He was thankful for the quiet now that everyone had gone off to bed, which allowed him a moment to his thoughts; something that was both agony and ecstasy.

He could see your glistening skin behind his eyelids, and smell the scent of cocoa in his nostrils. In a daze, he found the secret mangoes he had stashed away. The juice was almost overflowing in the glass as he knocked on your door, careful not to spill a single drop.

“My dear,” he loudly whispered, shoulder against your bedroom door. “I don’t suppose you’re still thirsty?”

He hears movement behind the door then silence.

You are contemplating your life choices as you hurriedly throw items off your mattress, stashing them under your bed, out of view. You kick an abandoned towel into a corner, move a large Monstera plant enough for the pot to cover a pile of wrappers you keep meaning to get rid of.

The truth was, you were hoping Sanji didn’t show up. It was one thing to tease him, to pass him by in tight spaces and relish in the power you had over him. It was another different matter to have him at the threshold of your bedroom, intentions evident in the fire behind his eyes.

You hadn’t seen his eyes yet, but you could only imagine.

Your heart picks up, as you brush possible imaginary crumbs off your bedsheets, fluff your curls–at least three times–and push up your breasts.

“I’ll be right there!” you call out, another loud whisper. You didn’t want to wake the others. That would be terribly inconvenient. He is standing with a glass of juice in his hand when you open the door. Your cheeks color, remembering his words–and everything before them.

Pink lips stretch into a small smile as he greets you; almost shy. You chew on the inside of your cheek, fingers wiggling at the realization. He was just too cute for words sometimes. It’s why you enjoyed teasing him so much.

“Come in,” you tell him, backing into the room. As he walks past you, you spot a rogue sock, and you lift it with your toes and flick it under the bed in one swift move. Sanji seems to stop in front of the potted plant, and you start to panic. You’re stammering, trying to find a topic of conversation to distract him from what’s hiding behind it.

“You’re into plants?” he asks you, turning to offer the glass of juice to you. You grasp the glass a little too desperately, practically snatching it from him. Juice spills from the glass, sloshing around your hand. You think nothing of it as you bring the top of your hand for a quick cleanup with your tongue.

“Not really,” you say, licking your lips now. The mango was tart, with a small hint of sweetness. It was perfect. “It was a gift from Robin.” Robin liked to give you things–little trinkets, and she’d always accompany them with a long monologue of information you quickly struggled to retain.

You look up from your hand, now sticky from juice to catch Sanji’s eyes on you. His stare is almost unblinking. It unnerves you, but you’re determined to fake your bravery. After all, it was part of your persona. Appearances were important, Nami would say, it makes or breaks a lady.

Or a con artist. It depended on what your beliefs were.

Sanji wholeheartedly believed that you were a good girl. Sure, you adored nothing more than to press your chest against his back at the most inconvenient times, and perhaps your hands had a mind of their own while others were present–but you had a good heart. That’s what mattered. It was what mattered to him.

So, this decision of being in your room, with the intent to follow through on a loaded promise was starting to wear on his conscience. Was what he was doing gentlemanly? A promise was a promise. You had welcomed him into your bedroom, without needed explanations. Surely, that meant you expected him to keep it?

It would be ungentlemanly of him to disappoint you. Wouldn’t it?

He breathes out through his nose, a heavy sigh. It wasn’t like he could hold back anymore, even if he wanted to. At the sight of your tongue lapping at the spilled juice he had felt himself stiffen, a growing awkwardness in his pants.

Sanji wanted nothing more than to devour your mouth with his, taste the fruit juice off your tongue but you were not done; glass half empty or half full. He hadn’t decided yet.

“You can change your mind,” he says, a hand gently gesturing towards you. You detect a hint of nerves in his voice, and your eyes find his crotch. You watch with a growing heat at the bottom of your belly over your glass. Your vision was not perfect, but it worked well enough to notice the bump under the cloth.

“No, thank you,” you hear yourself saying, and you wonder if that version of yourself knows no shame? The answer should have been evident, but you liked to play the oblivious fool. It made life easier.

He watches you tilt your head back and chug the rest of the juice. It was a sight he had seen before when you’d challenge Zoro. It always ended the same way: both of you drunk out of your minds, taking turns picking on him.

The memories are enough to color his cheeks, and he takes the glass from your hands, eager to push past them.

“Don’t be in a hurry, Sanji,” you tell him, wearing a crooked grin. Your voice is light, teasing, but your hands are clammy and sweaty. You wipe them on the back of your pajama shorts. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere. ”

He grunt as a response, trying to find a spot where to lay down your glass. He picks the nightstand; just as well, it was closest to you.

“Come here,” he says softly, standing by your bed. You move towards him, anticipation causing little tremors all over your body. His hands are warm on the small of your back as he pulls you close. “Let’s finish what we started.”

It starts with a light kiss; mouths brushing against each other as a test. He wants to take his time, rushing is so not like him but your plush mouth is soft against his. Your bottom lip beckons him, so he follows it to the abyss, taking it in his mouth for a slow suck. His hands move across your body, taking in the softness of your skin underneath your camisole.

What was a gentle exploration of mouth, and body, soon becomes heated. His hands grip your ass as he moans into your mouth, hungrily seeking out your tongue. The smell of mango lingers on his mouth, in your breath that consumes what little is left of his senses. It feels like delirium, the way he cannot stop himself from exploring your mouth further, the way he bites at your lips with abandon.

You gasp when one particular bite becomes painful, your nails digging into his bicep. It does little to stop him–it just deviates his course. He moves to your neck, where his teeth continue a streamlined assault. He comes up for air to admire the pink-purple marks on your skin.

“My sweet, I’m sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, hands in your hair, lips gently brushing against your marred neck. “I guess I’m not myself right now.”

You don’t have time to question him further. He picks you up, and tosses you on the bed. You yelp as you bounce on the mattress. Your hands go out to stop him–to question him, but Sanji is on top of you, slipping his fingers under the elastic of your sleeping shorts.

“Wait,” you breathe out, but he does not. He slips them down in one swift move, helps you loop them off your ankles. His mouth is on your belly, dragging his teeth across your skin. “Are you listening?”

He looks up at you through his lashes, lids heavy with lust. His tongue drags along the elastic. You feel his hands move up your thighs. He pushes them apart, angling his shoulders so that he can fit between you–keep you spread open.

You think about being embarrassed and remember yourself. You’re supposed to be in control. This is Sanji Vinsmoke. He was at your mercy, not the other way around. At least, that was the usual way of things.

Your fingers find tufts of blond hair. You pull roughly, only feeling a tiny bit of guilt at the sound of his pained cry.

“Beautiful,” he says, his thumbs massaging circles on the inside of your thighs. “This is not necessary.” He lets go of one thigh to reach up for your wrist. His long fingers wrap around it, and he pulls at it gently. “I just want to taste you. That’s all.” You have no idea why, but you are compelled to let go.

Trembling thighs threaten to reveal your secrets. You stare at the ceiling for a moment, and close your eyes at the feel of his hot open mouth over the fabric of your panties. His breath is hot against your cunt as you feel him panting, tasting you over the barrier. You can feel his shoulder shake, so you urge him on, one hand on the back of his head, hips rolling against his tongue.

The panties are a nuisance. He considers tearing them apart but it seems unhinged, unreasonable, so unlike him so he frowns instead, and pulls them down despite the painful erection in his pants demanding quicker action.

You whimper as he softly pushes your legs apart. He spreads you wide–enough to have a good look. His gaze lingers on your puffy cunt, already sticky wet. He looks for a long time without touching you, enough to make you feel embarrassed. You feel your cheeks color, a shudder runs its course.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a whispered hiss, craning your neck to look.

He looks up at you, eyes wide, mouth parted. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, as he moves forward. Sanji licks his lips. “Did you know that?”

Your back arches when he finally kisses your center. A moan, barely contained, rumbles in your chest. His tongue is wet, soft against your folds. The heat of his mouth forces you to gasp as he hums while he sucks. His eyes are closed but he looks content, as if there was nothing else he’d rather eat than the salty sweetness of your pussy.

There was nothing else he desired in all of the seas right now, except to taste every last drop from your dripping pussy. His fingers almost seemed like a disturbance as he pushed two inside of you. He frowns at them, even as he moves them in and out of you–letting his pace be dictated by your whines. Your hips move on their own, and he pushes a shoulder against one, trying to keep you near.

You are slick around his fingers, hot and mesmerizing. Your swollen nub feels the best when he curls his tongue around it, when you arch your back and cry out his name.

The way his name rolls off your tongue; it is almost as delicious as the taste of your cunt, juicy and sweet. He was a connoisseur, a man of refined taste. At every island he made sure to taste new fruit, new combinations, but nothing could beat the taste of mango, and you all at once.

His fingers pick up the space, scissoring inside you. He feels blinded by your sweetness. He would think himself deaf as the world dissolves around him, if your moans weren’t the ones grounding him to you. A fiery coil twists inside you, threatening to obliterate everything in its past. You cry out, fingers scratching his scalp as you desperately grab at whatever you can.

Your hips move faster, trying to keep up with him–his greedy fingers and even greedier tongue rubbing merciless circles against your clit. Your body tenses up as you feel your orgasm take over. A flash of white clouds your vision, your voice sounds other–a disembodied voice, as you gush on his face.

You can’t even be embarrassed as your body jerks; the after effects of your orgasm. Sanji stills between your legs, his face covered in your cum, slickness dripping off his chin. He blinks a few times, removes his fingers from your vagina. You watch him as he sits up, looking down amazed at his soaked fingers. He brings them up, licks the back of them, swirls his tongue around them. “How soon can you do that again?” he asks you, his fingers still in his mouth. “I didn’t get a good taste the first time around.”

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ashiemochi · 4 months

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(don't) go easy on me - i

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 7.8k

✠ -> next

Everyone remembers their first. Whether it’d be their first kiss or the first time they saw an unsolicited dick pic – it all forms a core memory. It usually sets off your expectations no matter if it was good or bad as it all depends on your experience with it.

But that was not the right time just yet to talk about first-timers – training was in session. Our current spectators among others were Cindy Lloyd and her best friend, Vivian Marie.

“I’m telling you, she is just lucky.”

And it wasn’t entirely nice.

Vivian had a blank look on her face, fanning herself with her hand, “Is that so?”

“Yeah! Everything is served on a silver platter for her while we have to spend years of our lives studying and training to get here.” Cindy continued with a huff, bored eyes watching the spar in session.

Han So Ah and Marco Rose.

The girl wore a short-sleeved green shirt tucked into her military pants, chunky black boots and finally, her hair was up in a ponytail. Marco was in a similar attire – getting his ass beat.

So Ah managed to grab his arm and use her upper body strength to flip him over her and to the ground before twisting his arm to receive a yell from him. That was when Chris stopped the fighting, making the girl release a sigh and help Marco up, animatedly apologizing if she went too harsh on him.

Cindy rolled her eyes, “Why are we training with them, again?”

“Because our captain is on a mission but Chris isn’t,” Vivian answered in the same tone.

In the distance, Chris put his hand on her shoulder with a proud smile.

“You’re getting the hang of this, huh?”

“It’s exhausting but I do feel stronger!” So Ah beamed back, rubbing her upper arm almost shyly at the praise.

Chris chuckled, crossing his arms, “With how hard you’ve been training lately, I’d say you’re close to catching up to Piers.”

In an instant, Cindy perked up at the sight of the Piers Nivans walking past her.

It was as if everything had gone in slow motion, the blazing sun hitting him just right made his skin glisten. That tight shirt only showed off his broad back and chest, making his waist seem slim.

And the way the slickness of his sweat brought out the curvature of his thick biceps?

Godlike.

But as fast as he had showed up, he was gone – straight to her.

“What is this I hear about catching up to me?” Piers started, interrupting his captain’s and his girlfriend’s conversation.

So Ah visibly lightened up, a smile reaching her lips, “Oh, Chris was just saying that I could go up against you now!”

“So you think you can actually beat me?” Piers raised a brow, challenging her.

She mimicked his stance, narrowing her eyes down, “Are you too much of a chicken to find out?”

Piers snickered at this, tilting his head to the side with a cocky grin, “I’ll have you know I’m the best in the Alpha Team.”

“Then prove it.”

“Okay then, let’s see what you got.” Piers gazed at her, adoring her competitive side showing and he shrugged, stretching his arm, “I’m not planning on going easy on you, dollface.”

Cindy crossed her arms, chewing her bottom lip at their playful banter, “He’s so gonna go easy on her.”

Vivian asked as the couple got into position, “What makes you say that?”

“They’re dating,” Cindy reminded as if disgusted by the word when they started sparring, “No way he’d actually want to hurt her.”

The young recruit picked up on some of the giggles and chuckles of the couple as if they were merely just roughhousing. They were clearly treating this like a fun little activity.

“This is so goddamn useless. What’s the point of this if you aren’t planning on getting stronger?” Cindy grumbled, redirecting her eyes to Chris standing off in the distance and observing the fight, “It’s so unprofessional of them and their captain to let them spar.”

Vivian fixed her hair, adjusting her cap, “You know how seriously Piers takes his training. He isn’t going easy on her.”

“Ten bucks says he will.”

Piers swung his leg against So Ah’s, making her tumble down and a sharp yelp escaped from her lips. Piers snapped out of his stance when she gripped her wrist to her chest, muffling her cries. He dropped down to his knee next to her, worry evident more than the skies when his brows knitted in the middle.

Cindy blinked, shocked, “Did he break her hand or something?”

“I think so,” Vivian muttered back, just as speechless.

What was strange was Chris did not budge from his spot, eyeing his soldiers not to jump into the fight. A reminder that it wasn’t their turn yet.

Only when Piers gently held her shoulder did So Ah latch onto his arm and flip him over, earning a surprised grunt from him. She settled on his lower back, pinning his arm to his upper back with a subtle tug just to cause a little pain.

But she knew it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“Of course,” Cindy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she spat, “That freak has that healing thing.”

Vivian looked over at her, “Told you he’s not gonna go easy on her. That last attack did look like it could at least sprain your wrist if you land wrong,” She then tilted her head with a coy smile, “Guess now you owe me ten bucks.”

“He did go easy on her! He should’ve continued on with the training, but he stopped all because of her dirty trick!” Cindy retorted, gesturing at them with her hand.

Vivian furrowed her brows a little, “You’re telling me you’d still fight even if your teammate is in pain?”

“We’re in the Special Forces Unit, Viv – they don’t serve clouds and sunshine here.”

Vivian released a heavy sigh, taking out ten bucks, “Here, just don’t cry about it.”

Cindy took it with a thin smile, “You love me.”

“Someone’s gotta – ow!”

Vivan rubbed the back of her head with a glare and before she could snap, another shuffling sound came from the spar in session. They returned their attention to the couple only to see Piers had managed to wrap his free arm around the girl’s hips and toss her over, making her let out a hitched ack in surprise.

Piers pushed himself up to his feet, panting heavily whilst leaning down onto his knee.

“Shit, that was close.” He wiped his jawline with the back of his hand, “Chris was right. You are catching up to me.”

So Ah drawled out a groan as she stayed on the ground, eyes squinting under the sun, “I almost had you.”

“I actually thought I broke your goddamn wrist,” Piers shot back, straightening up, amused, “I can’t believe you’d use your ability like that.”

“Ugh…”

“Okay, that’ll be enough for today you two,” Chris butted in as So Ah sat up, looking up at both of them with soft pants escaping her lips.

“Told you I can take down everyone around here.” Piers chided, offering her his hand, “Just not Chris. I fear for my bones every time.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head, “You’re exaggerating.”

“One day, I’ll be able to last longer than ten seconds against you.” So Ah told her captain, grabbing Piers’ hand and he hoisted her up onto her feet.

“Keep practising and you’ll get there.” Chris said, tilting his head to the side a little, “Maybe.”

Cindy watched as Piers led the Han girl out by her hand, soon following several of Chris’ team. She grumbled, “Why does his team get to leave first? We were here before them.”

Vivian only opened her hand, eyeing the ten bucks. Right, Piers didn’t let So Ah off easily. He still took their training session seriously.

Cindy deadpanned and gave her the money.

“You two gonna sit there and chitchat all day?!” Chris called out to them, eyes sharpening down with the authority in his tone, “Get your asses to work!”

Ugh, this sucks.

✠✠

So Ah sat right outside the building, having her small sketchbook out to quickly doodle down the bird up on the tree branch. Her back was pressed to the wall, having gone down to a deep squat.

The sun was slowly setting, giving off that orange glow with those pinkpink clouds. Humming under her breath when the gates next to her opened, she looked up again only to see the bird had flown away. She frowned as she stood up just in time for Piers to exit the building.

“Sorry, I took so long,” He started off, holding onto his duffle bag over his shoulder, “Chris needed me for something.”

“Was he bringing up how you fell for–”

“That was a cheap trick and you know it,” He cut her off with a huff and then glanced down at the sketchbook in her hand, “What were you drawing?”

“Ah,” So Ah pouted, “There was a cute bird on that tree but it flew off before I could draw its legs.”

Piers blinked down as she tilted her sketch towards him, both of them slowly making their way down the pavement, “It looks good to me.”

She rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t have legs, Piers.”

“Just draw twigs.”

“You suck.”

Piers chuckled, tossing his arm over her shoulder to tug her close, “Awh, is my Van Gogh in a bad mood?”

So Ah darted her eyes away with a feigned annoyed look, “You’re teasing me because you fell for my trick and embarrassed yourself in front of your friends.”

“Okay, let’s get some things straight.” He stopped, moving to stand in front of her with a subtle scowl, “One, they aren’t my friends. We’re teammates.”

“Uhuh.”

“And two, you pretended I broke your wrist! That’s the equivalent of biting in a fight.” Piers continued pointedly, “And that’s dirty.”

So Ah giggled at how easy it was to rile him up when it came to winning and losing, “Okay, okay. You convinced me.”

He narrowed his eyes down at her, the corner of his lips twitching at the playful glint in her eyes, “Alright, fine. Maybe you almost had me there, almost, but I bet I can beat you easily in video games.”

So Ah was a little taken aback, a small huh coming from her, “What? Video games?”

“You heard me,” Piers had a cocky look on his face, grinning, “I have Mario Kart back home and two extra consoles – so, you up for it?”

The Han girl gave him an unimpressed look, trailing her eyes away from him as if avoiding his, “Of course, you still play video games.”

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?!”

His cheeks tinted red at her still not looking at him, raising her hand to cover her face as if ashamed when she mumbled, “Your age is showing.”

Piers made a surprised noise, brows shooting up, “You wanna talk about age, grandma?”

“Hey! I’m not that old!” She snapped back, her turn to be flustered.

“Then let’s prove it!” Piers spoke just as loud and then put out his hand, “My place, tonight, Mario Kart. Be there or be square, old lady.”

She grabbed his hand, squinting her eyes down, “Fine, you big baby.”

They stared at each other before a snort came from the back of his throat and he doubled down in laughter. She mimicked him, giggling as she brought up her other hand to cover her mouth. His hand squeezed around hers gingerly, thumb caressing her skin.

Then a car hooted in the distance; Seojun was here.

“Ah, that’s my ride.” So Ah pouted, hating having to leave so soon.

Piers looked over and released her hand to wave once. He put his hand into his pocket and gave her a quizzical look.

“You know I can drive you back, we don’t live that far apart.” He pointed out.

She shrugged, bouncing her bag over her other shoulder, “My family prefer it this way to keep a trusted eye on me or something.”

Piers frowned slightly at this, knowing how worried her parents could be.

After the outbreak at the facility and revealing the truth behind it, So Ah wasn’t the safest person ever. One night, he managed to stumble on her being held at gunpoint at some pharmacy by a man who had lost his daughter to the viral outbreak.

Since then, Seojun was assigned to be her personal driver, and if So Ah didn’t want him, her location was already on for the family.

“Alright, call me when you get home.” He released a sigh, stepping close to plant a chaste kiss on her cheek.

She gazed up at him with furrowed brows, bottom lip jutting out a little, “You missed.”

Piers snickered and winked at her as he turned around to leave, “Show up tonight, loser.”

“Dick.”

“Language, dollface.”

✠

The Louis. Washington DC, United States.

“When would you like me to pick you up?”

“I’ll text you! Thank you, Seojun!”

“At your service, Miss Han. Have a fun night.”

So Ah bowed as he started driving away before she straightened up to wave.

While she and Piers have been dating for only a month now, So Ah rarely ever went to his place as he was always at hers. And with the constant regime to keep up with, sometimes seeing each other at the BSAA was good enough.

She turned to face the apartment complex, standing there for a moment to gather her bearings. Mindlessly, she checked on her outfit one last time.

She wore a slightly oversized white shirt and tucked it into her light jeans, and cuffed-up shorts. To keep it up, she chose a simple black belt. Finally, a big light grey jacket, and her black backpack where she kept the snacks she bought.

It had been soso long since the last time her heart was beating out of her chest. The dopamine rush was exhilarating and she couldn’t wait to have more.

So Ah shook her head as if to get rid of her pink thoughts of him and moved to enter the building. Finding the elevator, she went inside and pressed the button. Her mild anxiety made her hold onto the edges of her sleeves, tugging on them as she watched the number rise up.

Faint hums emitted from her, trying to maintain her excitement to see his place. It wasn’t the first time, but the last time she was here, it was only for a couple of minutes as his Hummer had broken down and needed a ride. He told her to come up to his apartment as he was only looking for his wallet.

Just thinking about spending several hours in his bubble was making her grow giddy. He really knew how to make her feel young; especially since this was a game-date night.

The elevator let out a chime once it reached the floor and the gates slid open. So Ah beelined straight to his door, making sure of the number B5 on it before ringing the bell. The door swung open and an immediate grin came to his face.

He wore a simple dark green shirt and jeans – and he didn’t need more to ooze just how unbelievably attractive he looked.

Piers widened the door, greeting her, “Hey, babe.”

“Hi,” She returned the smile, walking in and he pressed a quick peck on her lips.

Piers shut the door behind her just as So Ah removed her backpack to open it, “I got us some snacks.”

His eyes lit up at the plastic bag, took it from her hand and peered inside at the two cans of soda – lime and cherry – a bag of chips, and lastly, a smaller package of chocolate chip cookies.

“That’s good,” He hummed as he nodded his head into his house, moving further into the apartment, “Pizza won’t arrive for another thirty minutes and I’m starving.”

She followed after him, scanning the place as she proceeded.

It was fairly clean, not too cluttered. Compared to her place, it wasn’t messy at all. Due to her artistic nature, she had way too many canvases, both finished and unfinished – forgotten at most. Her pens and pencils can be found almost everywhere along with doodles she left behind mindlessly while on the phone.

The scent of the lavender air freshener was still lingering, making her assume that he actually had cleaned up a bit for their date.

So Ah slowly walked to the living room as he was in the kitchen. The coffee table was cleared minus the white cover-up, several coasters with one having a wet circular spot, two cans of soda of the same flavour, two bottles of protein shakes – chocolate and vanilla – and finally, a bowl of popcorn.

“Here we go,” Piers entered the room with a bowl of chips, a smaller one for the cookies on top, and the two cans of drinks she had gotten.

He put them down on the table carefully, then stepped back, hands on his hips.

“Hmm… Think this’ll last long enough till the pizza arrives?” He asked out loud and she blinked at all the snacks.

Piers always had a bigger appetite. Whenever they’d get sandwiches, she’d barely start on hers before he asked for a bite, having finished his. Any snacks she’d pack to head out to the BSAA, he’d weasel his way to her bento box with a couple of kisses and loving whispers.

Despite all that, his body was completely and utterly fit – a Greek Prince before her eyes. Not like she had ever seen him before, though.

Not at all.

So Ah frowned a bit, trailing away, “Maybe I should’ve gotten takeouts instead…”

“No, no, this is good.” He shook his head and then gave her a strange look, “Who eats takeout and plays video games?”

“Loads of people.”

“Well, they are insane.” He accused, making his way around to the couch, “You eat snacks with video games.”

“What’s the pizza for then?” So Ah asked, going by his weird logic.

Piers grinned confidently, one side of his lips rising a bit higher than the other, “Because I’ll have worked up an appetite by the time I’m done with you.”

Huh?!

Her eyes widened a bit at his words but he didn't seem to have noticed, rubbing his hands together and slumping down on the couch. He popped the first chip into his mouth and picked up his console before offering her the other.

"So, you ready to get your ass beat?"

Ah.

Right.

Video games.

Mario Kart.

A game.

"Should be easy for you," She shrugged bashfully, taking the console and sitting down next to him.

He raised a brow with a hum, opening her can of soda and he set it in front of her before reaching for his, "What do you mean?"

She seemed to have gotten shyer, avoiding his eyes as he was taking a sip of his drink, "I've never played this game before."

Piers' eyes widened and he could barely get out a 'you what!?' before he choked, the soda having gone down the wrong hole. She blinked at him and he only raised a one-moment finger, coughing. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and looked at her, clearly in shock.

"Are you kidding me? You seriously never played Mario Kart before?"

"Yeah," She lowered her voice, "Hospitals don't really give you that option."

His lips parted at her confession. He knew a little about her childhood, which was why he was more than surprised that she didn't play the most iconic video game.

Hell, ask anyone in his team or the BSAA HQ even, and they'd tell you they had played it before when they were kids.

"Well," Piers turned to the game booting up then to her, "I can teach you, so then it'd be fair."

“No, it's okay. I think I can figure it out.” She smiled, shaking her head, "I once watched a friend of mine playing it. So, it's just a race, right?"

Piers fought back his own smile, finding her unbelievably endearing and the way she was holding the console carefully as if she might break it or press a random button by accident.

"Yeah, just a race.” He nodded, “You have to try to avoid certain weapons thrown at you like a turtle shell or a banana."

“A... A banana?"

"Mhm, fucking hate that banana. The turtle shell is even worse."

Piers prepped the game up as she was bopping her head slightly to the jumpy music emitting from it. The screen then split into two, allowing both of them to start selecting their characters and customize their cars.

"Oh wow, that's a lot of options." She mumbled, glancing down at the controller and then back up to start skimming through the colourful icons.

He chuckled, "Yeah, pick whatever you want. I've gotten almost all of them."

"Of course, you did." So Ah sighed, earning a playful glare from him but she didn't pay attention to it, more focusing on customisation.

Piers was done first, having picked Yoshi as his character. He stayed quiet, sneaking some of the chips as he waited patiently for her to see all of the characters.

"Awh, she’s so small and cute." So Ah practically cooed, picking Toadette as hers and she kept her car the classic one.

"Which map do you want to start first?"

"The easiest one maybe? I still don't know how any of this works." She suggested and he picked the first one.

Piers looked over at her as the game was loading up, "Just focus on getting those boxes with the question mark, whatever you get might help you win the race."

"Ah okay," She nodded.

He eyed her suspiciously, leaning on his hand that was perched on his knee, "You really never played this before?"

She shook her head, "Not really, no."

"Then why'd you agree to it?"

She blushed, looking down at the controller, thumbing the small joystick, "I'd get to spend more time with you, why would I refuse that?"

Now it was his turn to blush, straightening up a little. The sound of the game starting took his attention.

He scoffed, "Your sweet talk won't let me go easy on you."

"Not even for a little bit?"

He glanced at her then at the countdown, biting back a smile, "Maybe a little."

The floating character blew the whistle, sending the twelve cars zooming down the terrain. As they had expected, Piers was in the lead and So Ah was at the last.

At some point, she was going the wrong way and Piers nearly choked in laughter, holding her hands over the console to straighten her path. She wasn't dumb to notice just how confident he was, leaving his character sitting idly and allowing several cars to pass by.

Also how big and calloused his hands were over her petite and soft ones.

By the time they reached the final lap, Piers was once again in the lead with So Ah in the tenth. The race ended with that and Piers leaned back on the couch with a prideful sigh, taking big gulps of his soda.

"Ah... So, that's how the game goes..." So Ah hummed in her mother tongue and she turned to look at him, "Let's play again!"

He blinked, brows shooting up, "You wanna go again?"

"Yeah, it was fun!" She beamed, reaching over to pick up some popcorn, "I think I'm getting the hang of it."

Piers stared at her and then at the scoreboard; she was almost in the last place. How was that fun?

He then shrugged with a grin, "Okay, let's play again."

He switched through to the maps, "We'll pick one that's a little challenging, is that good?"

"Mhm," She gave a thumbs up and he was amused by how happy she suddenly seemed. Just a few seconds ago, she was confused and questioning everything.

The race loaded up and the countdown began.

Here goes.

The next race went a bit better than before with him ending in first place and So Ah, surprisingly, the eighth place. She was utterly happy, noticing she was catching up.

Piers let her have that win, after all, there were still so many more maps left to play.

✠

She ended on the eighth.

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Fifth.

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Fourth.

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Third.

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Third.

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Third.

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Second.

Piers was biting his tongue and he looked over at her. She was uncharacteristically quiet. Not the bad kind, but definitely not the good kind either. She only took a bite of her cookie, keeping a cupped hand under her chin to avoid letting crumbs drop all over her lap and the rug.

"Mm," So Ah savoured the sweet taste, dusting her hands lightly over the cookies' bowl, "What's the next map?"

"We aren't playing more till you come clean."

Her eyes widened slightly, looking at him in surprise, "What?"

"You heard me."

He placed the controller down on the table and shifted to face her, arms folded on his chest with a mild unimpressed look on his face.

The way his shirt stretched around his biceps made it seem as if they were one tug away from being torn apart. Not to mention the sharp pair of hazel orbs staring right into her soul.

Ah, it was fun while it lasted.

"Okay, fine," She sighed as if she was caught red-handed, "I did know how to play from the start."

"How?" He narrowed his eyes, actually feeling betrayed, "You told me you never played this game before."

"There's a similar game in South Korea too, Piers." She pointed out, reaching over for the protein shake.

"You said you were sick all the time."

"I was," She spoke then she smiled, a glint in her eyes, "But that also meant I had a lot of free time at home."

Something about this little mischievous side of her was irking him in all the right ways. She was mostly shy in their relationship and even before they got together, so seeing her coming out of her shell bit by bit each day was evoking something unholy in him.

Alas, he held himself back, scoffing as he shook his head. Picking up his controller, he picked the next track, mimicking her coy grin by being more determined.

"From now on, to hell with going easy on you."

And she won't lie that she felt the same seeing his competitive side.

"We can make it more interesting if you want," She suggested and he mistook the redness of her cheeks for something sultry.

"Oh, yeah?" He instantly grew intrigued, "How so?"

"How about whoever gets first place gets to..." She trailed away, looking around her like she was searching for something before snapping her fingers, facing him with a wide smile, "Slap the other with whipped cream."

Piers blinked; that was making it interesting?

To be honest, he really didn't want a handful of whipped cream to the face.

And although he had other uses of whipped cream in mind, he respected her decision to make a mess for funsies.

"Alright, deal."

So Ah seemed visibly excited now, fixing her position on the couch, unaware of her knee brushing his.

"Oh, wait, hold on." She paused the game before the countdown could even start and she reached into her jacket's pocket. She pulled out a black hair tie and put her hair in a low ponytail, brushing her side bangs out of her face.

He really was in too deep.

"That serious, huh?" Piers asked lightly, trying to hide the undeniable need to just kiss her till they were panting for air.

"Mhm!" She gave him a determined look, "You ready?"

"Been ready."

✠

Final lap, the one that'll prove who's the best at Mario Kart. Around the second lap, Piers had leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen attentively at Toadette being a little too close.

By the last lap, So Ah was behind him, her eyes narrowed down to slits as she focused on trying to dodge his attacks and get past him.

The finish line was just ahead but then it happened. The most inconvenient thing that it was probably universally known. A turtle shell had shot to his kart and staggered him, stunning him enough for the pink mushroom girl to zip on by and –

"I did it! I won! I won!"

So Ah cheered and hooted, having shot up to her feet as she practically bounced.

The console fell from his hands, lips parted. His eyes were wide, utterly shocked by the fact he got second place. It was like losing ten million dollars. Maybe that was too far-fetched but he could only assume that that was what it felt like.

His pride about always winning was shrivelling up the more his girl was cheering and laughing. Yet his heart pounded at how happy she sounded.

Piers let out a defeated sigh, dropping his head down as she stopped to look at him with the widest grin she could muster.

"I defeated you at something! Finally!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in." He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"I think I have the right to do whatever I want with this achievement," She stuck her tongue out at him.

He stared up at her unimpressed, "You won a game of Mario Kart. Not a million dollars."

She huffed, settling her hands on her hips, "Correction, I won a game of Mario Kart against you."

"Fuck off and get the whipped cream already."

She giggled at him being a bit snarky, the corners of his lips twitching at her sounds as she skipped off to the kitchen. Piers took the time to set both consoles on the coffee table, folding his arms once done and relaxing against the couch.

After a few seconds, So Ah returned with a can of whipped cream and she sat on her knees on the couch, facing him with that same excited toothy grin. She squirted some on the palm of her hand and settled the can aside.

He wasn’t moving.

“Well?”

Grumbles came from him and he twisted around, keeping one foot on the ground and the other on the couch, arms still crossed. He was just like a child.

She pouted, “Awh, don't be so grouchy.”

He glared at her, “Shut up and get it over with, idiot–”

She slapped him, getting whipped cream on the side of his face and some splashed onto his short hair. Laughter emitted from her as she retreated her hand, eyes glimmering with a childish glow at the cream on his nose.

Piers had barely flinched, only shutting his eyes instinctively to avoid getting the dairy goodness into them. When he opened them, his sharp glare instantly softened at the toothy smile on her face.

“Oh God, it's everywhere,” she giggled, eyeing her hand as she innocently licked some of it off, humming in delight as she did.

She looked over at him, unaware of his gaze. Reaching for a tissue from the coffee table, she held back her snickers as she offered it to him.

“You got a little something on your face.”

Piers merely glanced down at the tissue in her hand and reached for it only to grab her wrist. Her eyes blinked at this but she couldn't voice her confusion, being muffled by a faint sound of surprise when he tugged her towards him; towards his plump lips.

The kiss was already teetering into new territory that she was mildly familiar with – but it usually ended with just that. A make-out session and nothing too far. Yet the way he was kissing her, his hand cradling the side of her face as he'd pull her closer to his pillowy lips never once letting her go was igniting something in her.

Something she hadn't felt in such a longlong time – and it made her nervous.

So Ah set her hand on his, kissing back bashfully and he seemed to be excited by this.

Piers pulled away for a split second only to kiss her again, gently pushing her to lay on the couch with his hand on her lower back. Her hand shot to his bicep in surprise, lips parting for a gasp but his tongue slipped through.

That forced a sound out of her, whimpering at the undeniable passion of his lips and the suggestive position of him being on top of her, towering over her with ease and he had his other hand pressed next to her head to keep himself up.

Despite attempting to return the same love through the kiss, So Ah couldn't help but feel she was going breathless a bit too quickly. Her heart was rattling like crazy and she instantly knew what it was.

Anxiety was back to bite her in the ass.

Her hand went to his clean cheek and the other to his shoulder, pulling away from the sultry kiss to speak.

"Pie–mh!"

His wet lips found their new obsession on her neck, peppering and nibbling kisses all over. She bit down her bottom lip to try and control her sounds. She was always the vocal one. Her face was redder than ever, speechless at how quickly he got her riled up.

His calloused hand trailed down her side, going lower till he reached her bare thigh and he squeezed, hinting that he might be in the mood – or maybe he just reallyreally loved moments like these.

She wasn't complaining, she adored having those lips on her.

"Piers," She whispered, running her fingers through the short hair at the back of his head, and her breath hitched at the coolness of the cream brushing her skin, raising goosebumps all over.

Piers hummed lowly in acknowledgement, trailing his lips up her jawline and to the corner of her mouth before planting his lips on hers. Fuck he was making it difficult.

So Ah's hands hesitated for a second before she pushed his shoulders lightly and that was when he pulled away – thank God, for longer than three seconds.

His honey eyes were blown, his plump lips red and parted. They were glistening slightly at their kiss, breathing heavily as he stared at her for her to say anything.

"What is it?"

Her racing thoughts didn't give her anything coherent, so she brought up the only thing she was aware of.

She wiped away the cream from her neck with a nervous giggle, "You're getting whipped cream all over me."

He blinked, ears pinking once he remembered the penalty he received. Chuckling once, he leaned down close to bump her nose with his.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll clean it all up."

His voice came out throaty and he pecked her lips sweetly, trailing down to her neck where he, as he had said, cleaned up the cream. Her body shivered at his tongue dragging across her skin and she shut her eyes tightly.

Then the doorbell rang and they froze.

Piers raised himself and glanced over at the time, now aware of their situation.

"Oh, that must be the pizza guy." He guessed, a bit annoyed.

"How about you go clean up and I'll get the food?" So Ah suggested, picking on the edge of his sleeve with a small smile, "You don't want to be all sticky and eat pizza."

Piers gave her a look, seemingly going to say something but he nodded his head with a small sigh, "My wallet's on the table by the door."

He pushed himself off of her and rubbed the back of his neck, muttering under his breath as he headed off to the bathroom.

"Talk about great timing."

✠

Being in a relationship with Piers was a breath of fresh air. While she was worried whether or not he found her too old, Piers was always open and vocal about how much he enjoyed having her around. Hell, even during their lunch break, he'd always sit by her on the table.

He'd end up eating her snacks but she'd enjoy his presence nonetheless. When he'd be talking with one of his teammates, anyone could see the hearts residing in her eyes when he'd laugh or say something witty with that smug grin of his.

When it came to affection, Piers wasn't shy. He'd pretend he was nonchalant about it but really, his stomach would be doing flips whenever she'd skip up to him and gently grab his arm. His hand would be in his pocket but she wouldn't mind, happy to just have the skin-on-skin contact.

Out in public, Piers preferred PDAs to be kept on the low. His eyes would linger on her from time to time and sometimes he'd intently watch her train whether out on the field or inside at the gym. He'd slip a protein bar or a bottle of cold water by her bag, not wanting to disturb her session.

Any guy who'd come up to her with more than friendly intentions, Piers would instantly show up behind her, his honey eyes having gone dark due to the dilation of his pupils. He didn’t need to even touch her – his overprotective presence was already enough as if a lion marking his territory.

Piers was a jealous guy; he rarely showed it and when it would unconventionally seep through, he would be quite dry about it, snapping how it's nothing and it shouldn't concern her.

Ah, but the problem was it usually did the opposite. It made her heart flutter at the pink hinting at his ears as he would avoid looking at her.

Their sex life though...

So Ah sighed, nearly whining to herself in defeat.

It was nonexistent.

Having cleaned up everything and set the other plate down on the island, she looked over at the two large pizza boxes. She had already texted Seojun to pick her up within thirty minutes. That'd give her time to have dinner with Piers.

It'd be rude to leave now.

She did make sure to generously tip the pizza man, despite him being visibly shocked considering the delivery was late.

It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep with Piers. She did. She fantasized about it. She daydreamed about it. She sketched it. But the thought of not living up to his expectations was churning her stomach.

So Ah knew her actual age doesn't show. Being twenty-seven but perceived as twenty or sometimes even younger was almost an everyday thing. When she showed up at the BSAA for the first time, the lady by the reception asked for an ID card, fully believing the Han girl was a college student out to be a menace to society.

It doesn't show on her body either and other than that, her age was still considered young, if not the peak of her appearance according to all the fashion magazines she read. Yet, despite all those beauty professionals and cosmetic doctors, her whole anxiety depended on his view of her.

"Ah, so annoying..." She muttered under her breath, opening the first box to reveal a pepperoni pizza and then the other which was a cheese pizza.

"Smells good."

Her heart did somersaults in an instant, nearly giving her a whiplash when she turned her head to look at him.

Piers' hair was visibly damp as he was still drying it with the towel over his shoulders. He had changed his shirt to a white one, the dog tag necklace hanging outside of it.

Ugh, he just had to get hotter.

She didn’t say anything but hummed in acknowledgement, getting their drinks and setting them onto the island.

Piers watched her as she moved, noting the way she was doing everything in her will to keep the contact to the minimum. His brow twitched lower when he entered the kitchen and sat by the island. He took a slice of the pepperoni pizza and placed it on his plate.

"Cheese or pepperoni?"

"Cheese."

She sat next to him, offering him a small quick smile when he put the cheese slice onto her plate.

It was so quiet.

Awkward even.

So Ah was still on her first slice whilst Piers was on his third. Whenever he'd look like he had something to say, she'd quickly take a bite so she wouldn't speak; using the excuse of having a full mouth and all.

Piers knew that despite her age, she still acted like a goddamn five-year-old.

Did something happen before he had gone to get cleaned up? Was the pizza guy a dick for him being late? Why was she suddenly so silent?

Sure, So Ah not talking was a normal occurrence. She always resorted more to acts of service and gifts rather than speaking anyway. But still, their childish and humorous banter was one of the many things he adored in their relationship.

So Ah finally finished her slice, wiping her hands and the corners of her mouth with the scented napkin that came with the pizza. She reached for her cherry soda just as he reached for his lime one.

Piers eyed her once he took a sip and decided to cut the silence, "Why are you so quiet?"

By, of course, being so blunt.

She tensed up for a second but it didn't last long, standing up and taking her plate to the sink.

"What do you mean?" She asked with a subtle wavering tone, "I was just eating."

He raised a brow, dusting his hands over his plate and wiping his mouth with the tissue paper.

So Ah's ears perked up at the sound of his chair moving, followed by footsteps. She tried to focus on the task at hand; the single plate she used. The plate would've cussed her out if it were sentient, practically sparkling as they do in a cleaning detergent commercial.

"So Ah," Piers started, reaching from behind to shut the tap water and took the plate from her hand with the other, setting it on the rack.

Her back was nearly pressed up against his chest and her lungs felt tight once again. He set his hands on her hips to urge her to turn around, giving her a look of genuine concern which she avoided, eyeing his dog tags instead.

"What is it?" He asked, lowering his voice, "Talk to me."

"It's nothing…" She answered quietly, tugging on the edges of her jacket's sleeves.

Piers raised a brow, releasing her hips to rest his hands on the edge of the counter, cornering her, "Bullshit."

Her cheeks were dark crimson when she spoke, "It's… I don't think I'm in the mood for… Well, You know…"

Confusion was written all over his face, lips pursing with knitted brows. He caught her eyes glancing over at the couch where they once were and it hit him.

"That's it?" He let out a sigh of relief, "I thought it was something serious."

She blinked in surprise, watching as he moved away from her to pick up another slice of pizza and eat a big bite.

He was so normal about it.

"You're not… Mad?" So Ah questioned and he gave her a weird look.

"That you don't want to have sex?" He shrugged nonchalantly, "It happens."

You could always count on him to be blunt.

Maybe it was a bit strange to ask or assume, but she fully expected he'd at least show some sort of frustration. Yet, this casual reaction of his was more than she had hoped for. It eased her nerves a little.

"Right…" She hummed, rubbing the back of her neck and sighing softly.

Ah, but now I want to do it.

"I'm curious, though," Piers finished his slice, swallowing as he looked over at her, "Is there a reason why you're not in the mood?"

His eyes were boring into hers, darting down to any shift in the movement she'd make. He was reading her, subtly clenching and relaxing his jaw at her silence.

Was he… Insecure?

She knew she was the one with mild self-esteem issues. She never expected he'd have them too. Maybe he thought of the age thing just like she did. She could reveal her concerns and probably do it right there on the counter – after cleaning it.

But her anxiety held her tongue, forcing a small smile.

"No," She shook her head.

Her voice came out surprisingly steady and it seemed to have convinced him.

His shoulders visibly relaxed and he nodded, "Alright. Do you wanna continue eating now that we've got that out of the way?"

"Ah, well–"

A notification from her phone interrupted her and it dawned on her. Hoping it was just an email when she took out her phone, her eyes fell on the text from her driver. He was down.

"Seojun's here,"

"Huh?" Piers was surprised, a pair of hazel eyes twitching as he took a look at his watch, "It's only nine."

Oh, fuck.

She didn't plan that far ahead. The talk they had wasn't part of the blueprint.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," She nervously said, putting her phone back into her pocket, "You know how my parents are…"

He huffed, seemingly more upset that she had to leave rather than the supposed clinginess of her family, "Right, giving an eighth grader curfew to a fully grown adult."

Then he sighed, lowering his arm, "Okay, I'll walk you down. C'mon."

✠

"I had fun beating you at Mario Kart."

Piers snickered, shaking his head, "It was only one race. If we had more time, I would've beaten your ass more than once."

At the mention of that, So Ah frowned, gazing up at him before she reached for his hand.

Tell him.

Tell him why you wanted to leave so early.

"I'm sorry about this, Piers."

Piers gave her a gentle look, shifting his hand so he was holding hers and he caressed her knuckles with his thumb, "It's really okay, doll. Just give me a heads-up next time, that way I'd plan ahead, okay?"

She seemed small, speaking quietly with a faint smile, "Okay."

He leaned down to kiss her, using his other hand to pull her closer by the cheek and applying more pressure on the kiss. Her knees felt weak but she forced herself to keep standing, kissing back softly.

He was the first to pull away, nudging her nose with his with a loving glow in his eyes.

"Good night."

How could you be so stupid?

You fucking intimidated the girl! Keep your dick in your pants, you horndog.

She blushed, leaning against his touch, "Good night."

Are you an idiot?!

Just when he said he was okay with not having sex, now you want to?! Make up your damn mind!

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j6piter · 2 years

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Fitting Room

guapo's speaking — this is a request from @goreszn <3 hope you like it & sorry i didn't write out any other details of it. i just went straight into it.

warning — mirror sex, hair pulling, degradation, public sex, heavy dom! eren, roughness, l-bomb, & a pinch of breeding

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eren picked you by the ass and slammed you against the wall of the fitting room, he knows it'll make noises but he doesn't give a fuck. he needs you right here and right now, his tongue was pressing hard against your tongue as your hands went on his cheeks to deepened the kiss more. "i need you so fucking bad, princess." his hands fondle your ass and felt it's fatness through your shorts, his fingers were gripping your skin so tight. "i need you too."

he placed you on the mini bench and unbuckled his pants, you chewed your lip watching him tower over you and seen his sprung hard dick dripping with beads of pre-cum. "take off your shorts now." you shivered from hearing his demand and did as you was told, you slowly took off your shorts doing it on purpose knowingly eren was being needy. so needy that he wants to feel that tight pussy of yours again. "fuck, the panties, baby. come here." he ripped your panties and picked you up as he hovered your pussy lips over his dick, he stroked his dick against your warmth and lubricious slutty hole.

"hah, eren~" your arms wrapped his neck tight from falling over, he let out a groan of him inserting his cockhead inside slowly. "fuck, your hole is so tight baby. just the way way i fucking like it." he squeezed your ass cheeks and impaled his whole size inside you, you let out a gasp then covered your mouth that you knows you'll get loud.

"baby, you better uncover that mouth of yours and let me hear you. i don't give a fuck how loud you get, let me fucking hear you." he gritted his teeth aggressively at you as he gave you a deep thrust, you let out another gasp forgetting how rough eren is during sex. "e-eren~ we might get in tr- ah~!" he gave you another deep thrust and started speeding up his pace, his mouth aparted of him letting out grunts and groans of your hole suffocating his dick.

"fuck, you're so tight. ha~!" he let out against your ear as you felt like your stomach twisting in knots that your boyfriend's huge dick is destroying your little hole. "eren~!" your nails dug into his shoulder as skins were clapping throughout the space around them. he bit your shoulder and let out a growl as your moans were choked up of eren was ramming her insides roughly and fast.

"baby~" he softly moaned out and slow down the pace as he placed you down and bent you over the bench, he pulled your hair back and have you to look at yourself in the mirror. "look at you, you're such a fucking slut getting fucked in the fitting room." he smacked your ass hard as you let out another moan with your mouth aparted, his dick lightly slapped your puffy pussy lips then insert back in having you both to let out breathy moans. "such a fucking dirty slut, look at the way your boyfriend is fucking you. you like that don't you, don't you?!" he gritted his teeth and he rammed his dick inside you hard as you let out a shriek, your eyes began to get glossy.

"yes, eren~" your words were breathy and continued letting out moans, he lifted up his shirt and spread your ass cheeks seeing your hole getting stretched out every time he thrust in and out of you. "fuck~ you like making me feel good, baby?" you nodded as you bit your lips softly that your legs were beginning to get weak by the position you was in.

"fucking say it?!" he pounded his dick hard inside, his cockhead reached your cervix as your mouth aparted more and tears streamed little by little. "yes, i like making you feel good." he leaned over and bit your shoulder making your walls tightened up around his length.

a light knock abruptly showed up having you both to be alarmed. "is everything okay in there? i heard yelling?" eren pulled your hair back again roughly as he still was giving you that fast, hard pace. "don't make a sound and if you do, i'll have you not walk for days." he gritted his teeth and you covered your mouth letting out muffled moans as tears were still rolling down.

"everything's fine, i happened to stubbed my toe. thanks for the concern." he gave you another deep thrust with his hands making your arch even deeper to the point where you accidentally let out a gasp of his dick really hitting your g-spot. "are you sure? it sounds really bad in there?"

"yes, i'm sure." he cussed his breath that you had to make a sound and this lady wouldn't fuck off already because of you. "oh alright, let me know if you need anything." his ears perked up hearing the footsteps faded away and eren pounded your insides rough to the point where your hand went on the clothing hangers handle from falling over. "you disobeyed me and now you're going to really fucking get it."

you cussed under your breath as his dick began to move again and pulled your hair back to watch yourself get fucked hard and sinfully. "eren~" you cooed his name but it went to his ear and out the other as his head leaned back and nails dug into your skin, spreading your legs more with his foot. your eyes shoot open as his dick roughly thrust his whole size, hitting your cervix multiple times until your eyes fluttered back and bit your lip hard from letting out a scream that he was destroying them guts for real.

he leaned your body upward and lifted you up, still stroking himself into you. he grabbed your cheeks and faced you to the mirror, his dick was covered with your faint upcoming creamy cum and your hole already stretched out due to his doing. your clit was very much swollen and slightly reddened. "fuck, you look so sexy like this." your eyes could barely open anymore and voice just tuning out moans and gasps for the remainder of the position. "i'm going to cum so hard in you, baby, you want me to cum inside you?" he bit your neck as you let out another breathy moan.

"yes, eren. please spray your cum so far up i can't see it." he moaned against your skin. "that's my fucking girl." his hand leaned down and rubbed your clit rapidly as you let out quick gasps of how sensitive it was.

"ah~!" you both let out feeling his dick twitching alongside with your walls squeezing him down as you creamed on his tanned tip dick all over. both breathing went heavily as he slowed down the pace, he kissed your cheek and connected his lips with yours. he groped your breasts then pulled away with a sinister grinly smirk that he had you fucked up with your mascara running all over your cheeks and lips all swollen. "i love you." he kissed you one more time.

"i-i love you too." you could barely talk since you used up all your voice.

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firewoodwander · 1 year

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I'd kill for some more Codex with Cody's no good terrible awful dirty talk, but if you can't bring yourself to write it (entirely understandable rip Cody) how about someone absolutely dragging Rex for still sleeping with Cody despite that hot mess 😘

The fact that this post now confirms there is an au of the au is almost painful to me. Congrats, we finally got there!

Set post-Sungrazer by about a year. Series divergent - established relationship.

Wish you would write…

Rex gasps, tightening his thighs around Cody’s hips as he pushes up into his thrusts. Cody sighs above him, nearly lost beneath the lazy sound of skin meeting skin that rings embarrassingly loud in Rex’s tiny room.

The window is open to the noise of the city and something is playing lowly from the speaker on his desk, but all Rex can think about is how he’s torn painfully between wanting more of the shit Cody’s murmuring in his ear and gagging him, immediately.

“So fucking tight,” Cody hisses. His lips graze Rex’s ear, and arms trembling, Rex pushes his palms harder against the wall over his head to keep himself in place. “All of you, baby. You’re built, fuck, all that gym time looks so good on you.”

“Cody,” Rex groans, although it’s half mortified. Even after nearly a year of this, he’s still far from used to the things Cody’s nonsense dirty talk does to him.

Cody grins. He sits up, readjusts his footing in the sheets, keeps fucking into Rex with those slow, infuriatingly controlled strokes. His lower lip catches between his teeth and Rex wants to bite it—almost as much as he wants to kick Cody in the ribs for teasing him for so long.

“Look so good I want to eat you, Rex. Taste so good, too. Sometimes I want to suffocate between your thighs and sometimes I just want to bite. Hard and proper. See?”

He leans back over Rex and fits his teeth to the outward twisted curve of Rex’s shoulder. Rex let’s his head fall to the side to give him space, moans when he licks and sucks on the skin there, yelps when he bites down—as promised—hard.

“Shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering hard into Cody’s own when his legs lock. Cody moves to the side and bites again. His stubble grazes sensitive skin and it throbs in Rex’s groin, deep around where Cody’s buried to the hilt in his cunt and stretching him wider than he ever thought they’d manage. It’s a hot pleasure that melts through the tendons in his neck down his spine, swirling behind his navel as Cody continues up, up behind his jaw and nuzzles there.

After the sixth bite Rex grunts and turns his head sharply, nudging Cody’s face out from its hiding place so he can occupy his mouth otherwise. He makes good on his desire to bite Cody’s lower lip—then sucks on it, and then on Cody’s tongue, and then gasps when Cody finally realises he’s been distracted from fucking by Rex’s delicious grinding hip circles and picks up the pace dramatically.

Swearing silently now that it’s hard to catch a breath, Rex takes a hand off the wall to swat at his boyfriend.

“I’m not your—not your chew toy,” he pants. Every time Cody fucks home he feels it jolt through him, feels himself tighten and his dick throb, ready for release. “I’ll get you a muzzle.”

Cody barks.

Cody. Fucking. Barks.

Rex has half a mind to slap him, half a mind to get him to do it again, to make sure he isn’t hallucinating.

Cody looks so pleased with himself, is the thing, trying and failing not to laugh as he hides in his face in Rex’s shoulder and carefully avoids his chest. His hand lifts from the mattress and creeps down Rex’s abdomen, toying with his dick in short, sharp little flicks and rubs that make Rex shudder and get noisy, jerking in his hold until he’s shoving against Cody, unrestrained, trying to fill himself as much as he can on his cock.

As he drops back onto the thoroughly roughed-up pillows, panting for breath, Cody pulls out and pulls off the condom to start jerking off over him. His brow pulls together as he gets himself right up to the edge and Rex watches, deeply satisfied, as Cody partakes in his favourite activity ever of marking Rex with his come.

Rex lifts his wobbly arms to cradle Cody’s head between his hands and guide him down beside him more gently than the usual graceless flop. He plays with Cody’s curls until both their breathing slows (and he loves doing it, not that he’s ever said so aloud, but Cody knows, and secretly loves it right back) and then follows lower so he’s tracing the soft lines of Cody’s nose and stroking one palm around the curve of his nape.

“Good boy,” Rex murmurs eventually, with barely a straight face.

“If you put a collar on me I’m socking you in the stomach,” Cody replies immediately, but he can’t hide his reaction. Not when it’s so obvious.

“No, you won’t,” Rex says, and Cody blinks up at him in betrayal but blatantly doesn’t deny it. They both know he’d just get off to it, especially if Rex gave him tags that jingle.

“I love you,” he says, and curls an arm around Rex’s waist to pull him closer.

Rex kisses his forehead, and then his cheek, and then the corner of his lips, too, because he just can’t help himself. “I know.”

“When can I meet your boyfriend?”

Rex is cooking, leaning over the stove as he stirs in his tomatoes. Sinker is propped uncomfortably on the breakfast bar like the contrary asshole he is and spectating while he devours a whole double pack of oreos.

“You’ve already met,” Rex says, somewhat quizzically.

“Yeah, for a minute or so at the door.” Sinker shoves a whole biscuit in his mouth and crunches. “When do we get to talk, like, properly?”

“I don’t know. I’ll invite him to the next party at your boy’s place.”

“He’s not my boy,” Sinker says distractedly, rote, through another mouthful. Rex is so used to translating him when muffled by mouthfuls of junk food he doesn’t even roll his eyes anymore. “But cool. I need more out-and-proud freaks to confer with. You and Comet are such cowards about it, dude.

Rex nearly drops his spoon on the floor. “What?” he demands, swinging around to face him.

Sinker grins gleefully back. “Thin walls, Rex. I know all your secrets.”

“Fuck you,” Rex mutters, ears burning. It’s one thing figuring things out by himself or with Cody, it’s another thing entirely having his nosy flatmate commenting on what he perceives of their sex life. Who just so happens to be the dirtiest person he knows. “I guess you don’t want any pasta, either.”

There’s a crash as Sinker slips and sends one of the stools to the floor, nearly face planting as he goes. “Wait—fuck—no,” he begs. “I take it back, I take it back I swear—”

#18+#toma au*#cloneshipping #writing tag #codex #oh no they’ve developed new kinks in the process this wasn’t meant to happen #it’s so tame too rip

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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“Window”

I was sandwiched between the two of them, the guy on top was buried deep inside me, and his friend was underneath me as we made out, our dicks rubbing against each other and his hairy chest scratching my skin, driving me crazy. Suddenly, my friend on the bottom broke our kiss and held me tight, then said to his friend “I want some of that too!”

I was out for a walk in the town in which our campus is located, running some errands and doing some window shopping. I’d been to the pharmacy and gotten some coffee at the coffee shop, where this cute barista flirts with me each time I go in. He’s still in high school, but a senior and getting ready to graduate, so I take the compliment and flirt back as much as I dare. We’ve never done anything, but he has asked me out a couple of times. I keep denying him, but that may change one day.

I was walking back to campus and down an alley behind some of the older homes in a nice part of town. Many of these homes had large carriage houses on the alley that they rented out to college kids or even professors during the school year, so many of these structures are inhabited now. I was admiring some of the architecture back there when I happened upon a carriage house with the typical three car garage and a room to the side. These usually had stairs that went up to the loft or apartment above the garage. As I was walking by, I glanced into the old door and couldn’t believe what I saw.

A well-fit guy was on the floor on his stomach, and another guy behind him was pulling down his underwear, rubbing his face over the guy's butt cheeks and down his legs as he pulled the guy's underwear off. I stopped and went back to the edge of the door so as to not be seen well and peered into the space and watched as the guy finished getting the other guy completely naked before coming back up and spreading the guy’s ass open and diving in to feast on his ass. And I don’t mean he was just licking his hole, he was truly using all of his capacity to make the guy underneath him squirm. He was chewing on his hole, biting his butt cheeks, licking from his taint to the small of his back, probing him with his fingers, stretching his hole open. It looked amazing, and I was really turned on watching them and really wanted to have that attention paid to my ass.

I stood there a few more moments in what I thought was out of the way but positioned so I could see in, and I was preparing to leave and go home to crank out a load into a towel or something, when the guy doing all the work looked at the door and smirked, then used his finger to beckon me inside. I stood there frozen for a moment until he cocked his head to again invite me in. His friend looked my way as well and smiled. I tried the doorknob, and it opened.

I entered then lowered the blind on the door before closing and locking the door. They both kind of giggled then went back to what they were doing, so I just stood there and watched, rubbing my crotch through my pants. The guy on top had two fingers going in and out of his friend, who was moaning loudly and gyrating his hips on the guy's fingers. It seemed like they were going to fuck and I was just there to watch, so I unzipped and took out my dick, spit in my hand and started stroking while I watched the free porn in front of me. Top noticed me and used his hand to call me over, never taking his other hand from the guy’s hole, so I walked over and stood next to them. He took me in his mouth down to the base in one movement, his throat contracting around my dick almost pulling the cum from my balls. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support, and he pulled off and told me to get naked.

I shucked my clothes as quickly as I could then stood back next to him and let him suck me some more. Bottom hadn’t said anything at this point but was looking back over his shoulder at me and his friend, still moaning at the guy’s fingers in his ass. Top was an amazing cocksucker, using his throat, mouth, tongue and teeth to stimulate every part of me and quickly bring me to orgasm. Just as I was feeling it rise inside me, he stopped though, and smiled wickedly before pulling out of his friend and flipping him over onto his back.

He suggested I get down and make out with Bottom, so I got down on the floor and crawled on top of him until our bodies matched up and we were face to face. I said hi, but he reached up with his mouth and kissed me before grabbing my head and pulling me into him forcefully. He was making out with me intensely, his tongue running over my teeth and into my mouth, still moaning loudly. Top was still observing us when I felt his hands on my butt, one on each cheek. He started to rub them and grab them, kneading them like dough, opening and closing my crack and exposing my hole for him to see. I was pushing into him as much as I could while continuing to make out with Bottom and rub our bodies together, his chest hair scratching me deliciously.

It didn’t take long for Top to lean forward while he held my ass open and brought his tongue into contact with my hole. I broke the kiss and arched my back up, pushing my ass into his face while he pushed his tongue into my hole and nibbled around it. He was amazing at eating ass. His attention to the soft tissue of my hole and the tender skin around it, feeling his scruffy whiskers rubbing my skin raw, his spit dripping down my crack and onto my balls all drove me wild, while Bottom continued to make out with me and hold me tight against him. Top started fingering me, much like I saw him do earlier, using two fingers to scissor me open and stretch my hole to accommodate something bigger.

After I was sufficiently stretched and what I felt was gaping open, he stood up on his knees and brought his hard dick up to my crack, in line with my entrance. He felt the wide head of his dick rubbing my hole before it zeroed in and started to push into me, stretching me open more than his fingers prepped my for. I didn’t get to see his dick very well before, so I could only imagine what it looked like, but by the way it was stretching me open as he traveled into me, it had to be two feet long and a foot wide. I screamed out and was hyperventilating, all the while Bottom was holding me tight and kissing my tears away, telling me that it would be ok.

I finally felt Top reach the end when his pubes were scratching my ass cheeks. I was full and could feel him pulsing inside me, my sphincter spasming around his girth while he held still, big handfuls of ass cheek in each of his hands. I drew my knees up along the side of Bottom, my ass stretching open more, and tried to relax my tense body. My breathing slowly returned to normal and my muscles relaxed into Bottom, so Top took that as his signal that he could begin to shred my hole. I was making out with Bottom and really enjoying his sweet attention, his arms tight around my body rubbing my back and sides, while Top started to pull out until I felt the ridge of his dick scrape across my prostate and his head spread my hole open. When he came all the way out, he slowly pushed back in, repeating that for the next several minutes - pulling all the way out then slowly pushing back in. He was working his way up to more forceful entry until when he pulled out, he literally punched his way back in. My hole initially snapped closed when he pulled out, but now it was just staying open and accepting the punishing blows of his dick with each thrust into my body.

I was sandwiched between the two of them, Top had stopped punching into me and was buried deep inside me, and Bottom was underneath me as we made out, our dicks rubbing against each other and his hairy chest scratching my skin, driving me crazy. Suddenly, Bottom broke our kiss and held me tight, then said to Top “I want some of that too!”

Top laughed out loud and said “Yeah, I think he can take it.”

“Take what?” I said.

“Shhh, It’ll be ok sweetie.” Bottom replied.

With that, Top pulled out and he pushed me forward some, my body riding up Bottom some until his dick was below me and poking my balls and taint. Top took hold of his dick and rubbed it around my hole before saying “Arch your back some, dear.” I complied and arched, dropping my ass down some and lining up Bottom’s dick with my hole. Top pushed on the small of my back as Bottom pushed up, and his dick breached my abused hole and sunk in as far as it could. I gasped as he entered me, then dropped down and brought him all the way in, his balls hitting my ass and his pubes rubbing my taint.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be fine” Top said before leaning down and licking at my hole, as Bottom started fucking me slowly. Top’s tongue felt amazing, cool yet comforting as he licked and sucked at the joint where Bottom and I were coupled. Top continued to lick around my hole and Bottom’s dick, relaxing me and adding lubricant to our fucking. Suddenly, I felt Top use his fingers around that same joint, rubbing around the shaft of Bottom’s dick while it slowly went in and out. On one of the pushes inside, Top’s fingers joined his dick, and I was being stretched further. I knew where this was going, and couldn’t exactly protest. It had been a fantasy for a while, and this was a great opportunity dropped into my lap (or ass).

I moaned into Bottom’s mouth as Top continued to finger fuck me along side Bottom’s dick. Bottom had stopped fucking and just held still inside me while Top added another and another finger until at least three or four were inside me. He then slowly took them out and my muscle snapped closed around Bottom’s dick. I felt shuffling behind me, and Top came up to where we were and rubbed his dick along my crack and Bottom’s shaft before holding me still with a hand on the small of my back. His other hand held his dick against my hole and started to push. Bottom held me tight and was kissing me again, whispering comfort into my ear. The first few times Top tried to get inside me, his dick head glanced off my ass and ran up my crack or across a butt cheek. He spit onto my hole some more, held his dick firmly and raised up some to get a better angle, then pushed into me quickly at first, until his head spread open my hole. I gasped and screamed out loud again, and Bottom held on tight and rubbed my back and kissed me. Top then slowly entered me, his dick running alongside Bottom as they both spread me open. Once he was fully inside me, and their balls were touching, Top held still and let me get used to it.

Bottom felt me relax into his embrace, and he said “Yeah, baby. You ok?”

“Uh-huh” I shakily replied.

Top started to slowly pull out then push back in, his dick rubbing my sore hole as it spread me open again, as well as rubbing against Bottom, who was still lodged fully inside. The pain was wonderful, and my whole body was tingling. I tried to flex my hole around them, but I was spread open enough that I didn’t have a lot of muscle tone left. Top picked up speed and started to saw in and out of my hole, never letting go of my butt and using it as handles as he fucked me. Bottom was rising into me slowly, but not with nearly the intensity of Top, who was doing all the work of bringing the three of us to orgasm.

As I laid there on Bottom, his kisses comforting me while Top fucked me into oblivion, I desended into sub-boy heaven again, relishing the role of toy being used by these two men to get off. While I interrupted their fun, I had a feeling the open window was not an accident and didn’t feel too much guilt. The idea they wanted me, or someone like me, to join them and use me as a tool for their pleasure was lighting up every nerve in my body. I moaned into Bottom and writhed around on top of him as much as I could, trying to feel everything I could for this experience. My hard dick was sandwiched between us, and his pubes and body hair were stimulating me, edging me closer to the cliff. I hoped they were happy and enjoying the experience, because I sure as fuck was. That thought did it, and my orgasm rose up from the depths of my body and erupted out the tip of my dick, coating Bottom and me in my warm, sticky cum.

Spasms rocked my body, and I think that brought them off together, as they both started moaning and fucking me more earnestly until they held still fully inside me. For a brief moment, there was silence and rock solid stillness before they both fell off the cliff and sprayed the insides of my hole with their simultaneous loads. Top came for a lot longer than Bottom, his orgasm causing him to shake and shiver in me for several moments. Bottom never let go of me, and held me tight while he continued to kiss me. Top, after he calmed down from his climax, collapsed on my back. Bottom reached around with his arms and held him tight, my body squeezed between them. Top’s dick slid out of my loose hole, along with much of their cum, which ran down my taint and Bottom’s balls. After several more moments of relaxation, Top got up and reached down for my hand to pull me up. Bottom slipped out of me as I stood, but he stayed on the floor, my cum making a cooling puddle on his abs.

Once I got my legs back, I got dressed and introduced myself as Drew.

“Nice to meet you, Drew” Top said before opening the door, his polite way of saying goodbye.

I grabbed my pack and smiled politely before exiting the room and walking down the alley. Their cum slowly leaking out of my hole as I walked back to the dorms, I got to relive the hot afternoon I had with my anonymous couple.

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 16: Confessions

*dumps this at your feet and runs away*

BYE

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my a03 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: Billy reveals some of his past to reader, showing her his vulnerable side.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse on a minor, mentions of physical abuse on a minor, swearing,

Words: 1.7k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 15

Your day with Billy was lovely. You’d packed some pants, a few tees, and several pairs of underwear. You didn’t bother with sweaters because you’d just steal his if you needed to. You also packed a toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and some body lotion and some simple skin care items for your drawer at Billy’s. He’d given you the top right, and you cleared the very same drawer in your own dresser when you got home. He had brought his own things for his new drawer.

You’d gotten coffee from a nice café, went for a walk, then went back to your place to have lunch and spent the afternoon watching Now You See Me. The credits were rolling and you stretched your arms over your head.

“Can I take you out for dinner?” Billy asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing fancy right? I can go just like this?” You gestured to your leggings and tee.

Billy chuckled. “Yes, Y/N. I wasn’t always a fancy CEO. I can do something like a diner, you know.”

“I know, but the fancy life seems to suit you well, Mr. Russo.”

He hummed in amusement. “It didn’t come easy.” He said after a minute.

You scooted closer to him, leaning your elbow on the back of your couch and resting your cheek in your hand. You gently lay your other hand on his chest. You hoped he would open up a little bit, but didn’t want to push.

“I really struggled before joining the Marines. Mother was suffering from her addiction and she surrendered me to a fire house when I was just a baby. I grew up in the system, and you can imagine that it wasn’t exactly luxurious. I bounced around for a bit, but when I ended up at the Ray of Hope things seemed okay. Until one of those fuckers tried to touch me. I was fucking ten years old.” Billy said in disgust.

You looked at him sympathetically and rubbed your hand over his chest a few times. He put his hand over yours and laced your fingers together.

“I had saved up allowance and bought this stickball bat. It was my prized possession. But when he called me pretty I knew things weren’t going to end well. So I cracked it over his back after I got him a few times to his head. But he nearly ripped my shoulder off. He tore up my rotator cuff and broke my damn arm.”

You raised your hand and stroked it through his hair. Now the scars around his shoulder made sense. Your heart broke for him.

“I fucking hated baseball after that.”

“I’m so sorry, Billy. That’s terrible. You didn’t deserve that. No one does.” You said gently.

He brought your joined hands to his lips and kissed the back of yours.

“As fucked up as that was, it made me who I am today. It made me join the Marines as soon as I could. I ranked up to Lieutenant. It’s how I met my brothers. It got me Anvil.”

You continued stroking his hair. Your throat felt tight. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

Billy shrugged.

“No, you are.” You insisted. “What you’ve gone through and how you’ve come out of it… it’s amazing, Billy. You should be so proud of yourself.”

He shook his head, looking away from you. “I don’t know about that.”

You chewed at your bottom lip. “I’m sure there are things that you’ve done, maybe in the Marines, that you’re not proud of. But overall, this person that you are? You found your mother and found good care for her. You donate money from your own company to support medicine. You created a business to protect people. You are incredible and you should be proud of that.” You said sincerely.

Billy looked back at you. His big puppy dog eyes broke your heart. You had never seen him so vulnerable.

You felt this urge to hold him, so you climbed into his lap. You cradled the back of his head with one hand and guided him to rest his cheek on your collarbone. His arms slowly wrapped around you, but then they squeezed you tight. You dropped a kiss to his head.

“It means so much to me that you told me that, Billy. And I meant everything I said.” You said after a few moments. “Anything you ever want to talk about, I’m here, okay?”

He pulled away and looked up at your face. “Thank you.”

His hands squeezed your waist. You leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet kiss.

“Do you still want to go out for dinner?” you asked.

“Would it be okay if we did take out instead?”

“Absolutely.”

Billy was quiet for the rest of the night, which carried a slightly somber tone after his confession. You didn’t bring up meeting your friend again and decided that you’d just text her tomorrow to see when she was free.

It was getting late and Billy was still with you. You had to work in the morning, and Billy was supposed to be off tomorrow. You figured he needed to head home soon, especially since he had spent the night with you last night.

He was sitting on the other end of the couch with your feet in his lap, hand on your ankles where your skin peeked out to keep it warm. You were just scrolling through your phone, a thing you normally did to wind down before bed.

You let out a yawn but tried to stifle it with your hand.

Billy glanced over at you and then checked his watch. “I hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten, little lady. You could have kicked me out 30 minutes ago.” He squeezed your ankle.

You swung your legs off his lap and sat up. “I’d never kick you out. You can spend the night if you’d like. I just have to be up around 6 to get ready for work and I know you still have another day off.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind if I stay?”

You scooted closer and rested your hand on his thigh, more in a comforting manner than anything else. “Of course not.”

“I’d like that, then.”

Despite Billy being a decade older than you, he felt so young and vulnerable to you this evening.

“Okay.”

You got up turned off the lights in your living room. Billy headed over to your bathroom and you went to your bedroom to get into your pyjamas. Billy had opened the door and was brushing his teeth, so you came up next to him to do the same. He gave you a wink in the mirror, and that made you feel better.

When you were both ready for bed, you slipped under the covers together. You lay your head on his shoulder after pecking him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

“Night, Y/N.” He said softly.

***

When you woke to the sound of your alarm, the spot beside you was empty. You frowned deeply as you rolled over to turn off your alarm.

You got out of bed to go to the washroom, and noticed that the light was on in your living room. You walked past the washroom to inspect.

Billy was standing at the window, shirtless, arms folded across his chest.

“Billy?” You asked from behind him.

He remained as still as could be.

You walked closer. “When did you get up?”

He still didn’t move or say anything.

You walked up to his left side and wrapped your arms around his waist. He sighed deeply at your touch, head bowing down.

“Everything okay?” You asked softly.

His dark eyes flicked over to yours. He nodded once.

You debated internally for a moment before you craned your neck and gently kissed one of the scars on Billy’s shoulder.

His eyes looked glassy as he turned and took you into his arms, wrenching your heart in your chest. He merely held you, looking into your eyes as he did. He lifted a hand and cupped your cheek.

“You mean so much to me, Y/N.” His voice was so soft. “More than I ever could have imagined.”

Your heart was fluttering so fast you thought it would escape your chest. You pressed your cheek into his hand. You didn’t know what to say. You felt the same way. But that didn’t seem like enough to say.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply, continuing on to say, “You’re the best thing to happen to me in a long time.”

“Billy...”

“You don’t have to say anything.” he smiled. “I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

You stood on your toes to kiss him. It was a solid, deep kiss. You only pulled away when you had to breathe. “I feel the same way.”

Billy smiled so genuinely that you had to kiss him again.

“Let me drive you to work?” He asked when you pulled away.

“Are you sure? You can always stay here for a bit if you need to sleep.”

“I don’t think I’ll get much more sleep. I have some stuff I should probably get an early start on, anyway.”

“Okay.”

You got ready for work and Billy pulled some clothes from his new drawer. He passed on breakfast, but you needed to eat and made him a coffee so that he wasn’t just sitting there with nothing. You had a bit more time than you normally would since Billy was driving you, and you enjoyed his company even though he was quiet.

He was still quiet on the drive to the hospital, but he had a hand resting comfortably on your thigh. When he pulled up to the building you took his hand in yours and kissed the back of it.

“Thanks for the ride.” You leaned over the console and kissed him gently on the lips. “I’ll miss you.”

His smile made you feel a little better. You were worried about him. He was never this quiet. “I’ll miss you too, little lady.”

“I hope you have a good day.”

“I will. I’ll call you later.” He squeezed your hand, a little smirk tugging at his lips. “I promise.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

Author’s note: I had the beginning of this chapter written for a while. Didn’t know where to go with it. Hope you liked it :)

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