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blurboki · 8 months
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✩ ≫ GIVING STRAYKIDS HEAD WHILE HE’S LIVE
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including. ot8 | pairing. skz x fem! reader | genre. smut - MINORS DNI | warnings. blowjob/handjob (m. rec), mentions of begging, mentions of a breeding kink, voyeurism, nicknames, mentions of using toys, humiliation, cum-eating, facial (f. rec), hair pulling, dubcon, felix cums inside, degradation, overstimulation, gagging, deep-throating, d/s dynamics
authors note. ty for requesting! i hope you don’t mind how wild i got with this.. seungmin’s made me feral (please tell me if i missed anything in the warnings!!)
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CHAN :
would be so smiley n cute :((
until you kneel down and the realization hits
you can see his expressive eyes go “oh? oh.” in five second flat
the way you’re looking up at him? he’s twitching in his pants, trying his hardest to pay attention to chan’s room
definitely says something like: “alright! let’s get onto the next song, yeah?” while furiously turning up the volume to drown out his soft huffs of breath, plump lips parted to exhale deeply
the way he utterly shudders when you lick from his shaft all the way up to his leaking head has the dreamiest sigh falling from your mouth
the way you’re testing his patience makes him want to fuck you silly 🙈🙈
plays it off as if he was adjusting in his chair, meek smile giving away none of your naughtiness
once you start taking him into your mouth though, he reaches a hand to your hair, forcing you to down him
squeezes his eyes shut from the feeling of your throat swallowing him alongside the toe-curling whine you whimpered in response
most likely pretended to yawn to conceal his fucked-out face and the obscene sound of you gagging on him, babydoll eyes welling with tears
omg the way he looks down at you after that ?admiring your smudged mascara and the drool coating your lips and chin ?? pls eat me sir
“unfortunately, that’ll be the last song for this live, thank you Stay for joining me today..” he says, nonchalantly thumbing at your bottom lip to wipe the residue sitting there
legs spread and cock flushed against his abdomen, you come to realize rather quickly that you got yourself into something dangerous…
MINHO :
he’d prob be doing a live in the meeting room when you arrive, gazing at you pushing chairs out of the way to make him think you’re planning to sit down
till you settle between his legs and the realization dawns
has the most attractive, challenging stare ever watching you go to town
tbh minho is fucking terrifying with his self control in and outside of the bedroom
like he’d be able to answer questions and act completely normal despite his dick being halfway down your throat
pretends to laugh at a comment when instead he reached a hand under and toyed with your clit, gathering your wetness on two fingers to smear on the side of your lips
what he was laughing at? how pathetic you sounded mewling and dripping with need as if you weren’t the one who decided to give him head rn
would def end the live a tad bit early, finally succumbing to the handjob you provided where he came all over your face with the sluttiest moan
10/10 would bend you over and fuck you on the table after
10/10 would keep your legs out of business for a good five to six days (i stand by my claim)
CHANGBIN :
binnie is so fucking transparent idek if he could hide it
but like, he makes weird noises anyways so tbh stay probably wouldn’t bat an eye
sooo needy
gently grabs your chin while you kitty lick his mushroom tip and gives you most pleading stare
if he could’ve telepathically communicated, he would definitely been begging
funny considering how he basically bred you into the mattress the night before , right?
you resort to kissing his swollen cock, ensuring he’s watching when you collect his beading precum on a finger, bringing it up to your lips
to say he held back a moan doesn’t even cut it, poor baby might’ve bit his tongue off atp from your adorable eye contact and the mere image alone
gets frantic enough he blasts gods menu full volume and “suddenly” gets a text from Hyunjin saying he “needs to go”
a.k.a needs to blow
dude absolutely explodes
his moans are the cutest by far >>>
cums all over your face muttering soft “please please please” over and over while his fat cock basically ropes messy strings
he swore he’s never came harder in his life
andddd that’s how you got introduced to edging changbin!!!
jk, it just fueled your obsession with it further ;)
HYUNJIN :
prob the cutest of them all when you give him head under the table
he just feels so good and loved from your attention and the pleasure
has the dreamiest of smiles the entire time despite the music being obnoxiously loud to hide the sound
stays love this live bc of how cute he looked the entire time
lots conspired that he was drunk or smthn bc of how smiley he was, cheeks dusted pink
pretended to drop something so he could groan under the table, thigh twitching and abs tightening as he approached his orgasm
definitely grabs your head before he came, brows slightly knit and lips parted as he met your eyes
so fucking sweet after he cums, petting your head and running a light hand on your cheek where his cum smears
pops his thumb in your mouth, softly wiping your bottom lip of his essence
he’s literally delighted i cannot make this up
totally nonchalant apart from groaning under the table which he hid from view
expect either the softest or hardest sex afterwards
like you’re going to either be carried because your legs are out of commission or because he’s feeling romantic :((
HAN :
.. stay are prob getting an equally good treat too
and no they don’t know what was going on, they just know how from a certain timestamp in his most recent live his voice got a whole lot more attractive
expect a sudden raspy pitch, clicking his tongue casually as if his partner wasn’t spoiling him
on any other day he’d be stupidly whiny, crying from the pleasure you provided
today, however, he just let himself dissolve in the ecstasy, breathing in the fresh air on cloud 9
there were some speculations from stay watching, but it only got as far as that
scary enough, he doesn’t make a sound, casually carrying out conversation and answering questions like nothing
that is until you get impatient, pressing hot kisses all over and speeding up the movement of your hand as you fist him, pretty eyes fixating on his face
aha. you see him slightly wince, bidding farewell quickly with a few over-exaggerated poses and blown kisses
stifles a groan as he approached his high, tracing the corner of your lips as he grumbles an excessively attractive:
“now stick your tongue out, ‘don’t what you missing a drop.”
then proceeds to cum all over your lips n mouth, thumbing away some of his residue there
“you’re so messy, bunny, ‘have to teach you some manners, hm?”
FELIX :
he gets so cocky
and it’s one of the hottest things on the planet
watches you through half-lidded eyes as you unbutton his jeans, taking him into your mouth
i feel like no matter how hard you try to rile him up, it just makes him cockier and gives him a visible ego boost
like, not a ‘thinking with my dick only’ type of ego boost, more of a ‘why tf aren’t you reacting rn, please fuck me already at this point’ sort of ego boost
this man most likely turn off the music just to play it risky, forcing you down on his dick when you get too loud
reads comments as you literally deep throat him, eyes tearing up with how he keeps bumping the back of your throat
it’s insane
lifts a brow daringly as he reads a particular comment and you swear you would’ve moaned so fucking loud if it weren’t for him cruelly shoving fingers into your mouth as you fisted him with a hand
breathily sighs as you work faster, blinking a bit slower and hesitating with his answers—a telltale sign he’s close
definitely ends the live earlier, quickly taking off your bottoms to pull you onto his lap and paint your cunt white
voices the most guttural groan, adams apple bobbing as he fills you so full of him
he’s convinced there is absolutely nothing he loves more than stuffing your pussy, nothing
SEUNGMIN :
i will sit in the grave believing seungmin is one of the most god-teir men alive when it comes to head
another rbf (resting bitch face) king btw!!
meanest but also nicest ?? i can’t explain take this how you want
prob sings a song while you suck him off i cannot😭😭
you’d most likely be more affected than he is (or you just can’t tell), bc you’ll be a moaning mess from how nonchalantly he’s already shoved two fingers inside your cunt, guiding your head into a steady rhythm with a spare hand
smiles every time you mewl on his cock, hungrily watching your hips stutter while his fingers curl and rub your pussy sooo good
lmao i bet he hits a high note when you cream(and when he cums too), drowning out the desperate cries you sob from his lap
ends the live without even a trace of what happened, pulling your hair roughly so you meet his eyes, tears freely rolling down your cheeks
“you wanted this so don’t act like you didn’t. open.” he instructs, and you obediently open your mouth for him, showing him your tongue and lips painted with his cum
“swallow.”
his face when you swallow oml he loves seeing his baby behave
mumbles quiet “good girl”’s when you take his fingers coated in your juices into your mouth
honestly.. i could see him buzzing your puffy clit w a bullet vibrator afterwards while you sit on his dick, cooing as you fall apart on top of him, telling you it’s a “reward” while you’re overstimulated and sensitive beyond belief
JEONGIN :
kind of like hyunjin with his unpredictability, he’s either stone cold or an innocent baby
today, however, he was definitely needy, looking adorably confused when you sauntered through the doorway
gasps when you slip under the desk, eyes turning into round saucers as you carefully rid him of his pants then boxers
has to pause on multiple occasions to pull himself together, occasionally turning his head away from the camera to express the overwhelming feeling of your tongue
leaks a quiet, oh so quiet whine in the midst of laughing at a comment
poor bub gets an army of comments asking if he’s feeling sick from how flushed he is
cutie can’t admit how amazing you make him feel 🤭
ends the live abruptly, literally only thinking about cumming in your mouth
desperate AF when he starts mumbling, pulling you off of him to stick out your tongue as he frantically fists his dick, beads of pre-cum decorating the swollen tip
“oh god oh god oh god— cumming, ‘gonna cum, in your mouth? baby please please wanna cum in your mouth— yeah just like that, good girl- fuck-“ is just an example of his barely intelligible moaning
trust that he came hard, strings of apologies falling off his pink lips at the mess he made of your face
oml if you keep sucking him off afterwards?? overstimulated innie is the cutest thing ever
expect lots of begging and neediness 😍
blurboki, july 2023 ©
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vminizzle · 1 year
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Doctor Jeon
pairing : doctor!jungkook x f.reader
genre : smut, fluff, ©
warnings : !CRINGY ASF! really bad description of medical stuff, pet names, make out, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie
ft. bestfriend!jimin
words count : 2.8k
A/N : DING DONG! I WROTE THIS LATE LAST NIGHT. Just TRASH! I Just wanted to post something BUT kinda regretting rn, I’m really sorry😭 Istg this is my worst fic. ( I’m not gonna beg for feedbacks this time, I’m so ashamed. I think I’ll definitely think about deleting it or not later.) anyways, love you guys!!
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“it’s ridiculous!” you exclaimed throwing your arms up dramatically.
“no it’s not!” your best friend sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at your behavior.
Well, you were talking about a “personal” issue with your best friend and let’s say it seemed useless.
"I’m a guy and i really don’t know how women’s body works.” Jimin said shrugging before grabbing a magazine on your nightstand, laying himself comfortably on your bed.
“I’m not gonna see a doctor just for that!” you crossed your arms over your chest challenging, dropping on the armchair behind you.
“that’s so…ughh..I don’t even know what to say.” you whisper-yelled to your best friend in the waiting room.
"C'mon consider it as a check-up." he suggested.
A lady approached you both, looking down at you.
“Miss, it’s your turn in a few minutes.” she smiled politely before going back to her desk.
Jimin nodded making you turned toward him abruptly.
"there is no way I’m going in there… let’s go home.”
“stop acting like a child y/n.” he scolded putting his hands on his hips as he stood up.
“First of all, this is a man doctor, a male!” you accentuated on your words standing up too.
“and?”
You opened your eyes wide as if he insulted you.
“and?! i don’t even know him, it’s gonna be so embarrassing. what am i gonna tell him? «hi doctor i think I have a problem with my boobs »” you mimicked your best friend putting your hands on your hips too.
”well, actually you may know him and, I think you won’t have to say it twice.“ he smirked before chuckling as he looked behind you.
"what?” you turned around only to be met with-
“good afternoon Doc.’” Jimin greeted him playfully.
“good afternoon Jimin.” he grinned.
“and y/n- I mean Mrs. y/l/n.” he smiled pushing the door open wider for you to come inside his office.
“good afternoon.” you said embarrassed, lowering your head.
Jimin laughed quietly pushing you inside as you glared at him.
“I’ll be waiting for you outside.” he informed before kissing your cheek.
You panicked as you watched your best friend walk away, leaving you alone.
why? why? why?
“you can sit." the doctor chuckled as he stared at your frozen figure standing near the chair.
“So, may I know what’s wrong Mrs. y/l/n?” he asked after you sat down.
“you know you can call me by your name… wait! no no no! I mean by my! my name!” you panicked looking away.
Jungkook had to bite back a laugh.
He cleared his throat before talking again.
“then, you can call me by my name too, y/n.”
ughh why is he like that? you groaned internally.
“so y/n, tell me. What’s the matter with you?”
“well hmm.” you started hesitantly.
how the fuck am I supposed to say that.
“y'know that’s my job. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” he said genuinely.
this boy.
“well, i think … I have a problem with.. with y'know.” you played with your fingers awkwardly.
“my.” you looked down.
“your?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow up.
“argh my breasts.” you sighed closing your eyes.
“see. you did it. wasn’t too difficult.” he smiled teasingly.
“Jungkook..that’s not funny.” you furrowed your eyebrows, your cheeks burning with embarrassment making him laugh cutely.
“c'mon y/n, don’t act like we’re strangers.”
“I’m not acting.” you lowered your head.
It went silent for a good minute before Jungkook decided to talk again.
“so hmm…how have you been since?” he started softly.
“good i guess. Jimin missed you.” you answered.
And this bitch didn’t tell you about Jungkook’s comeback. you thought frustrated.
“what about you?” he bit his lip expectantly.
Your heart stopped, thinking about your high school years.
Jungkook and you were so in love, you shared a lot of things together, you did a lot of things together, but you refused dating him since he had to go oversea for his studies.
You were scared of distant relationships.
A lot of stupid scenarios playing in your head, afraid that he would have cheated on you or other ridiculous stuff, even if you knew he wouldn’t had done that.
Not lying to yourself, you knew that deep down, your feelings were still present and unfortunately, they were strong.
He was your first love.
And he’s the only one.
Jungkook looked much more mature than he already was before. He was muscular now, his white coat hugging his biceps so well, his new hairstyle suited him perfectly, his tattoos complimented his hands so well, and his smile, the same bunny smile you fell in love with years ago.. he was just ethereal.
You gulped before answering.
“me too.”
Jungkook smiled happily, his ears turning red.
“i missed you too.”
You stared at each other for awhile before grimacing at a sudden pain.
“are you okay?” he asked concerned.
“well, I came here for a reason, doc’.” you sighed.
He rubbed his temples “yea that’s right. Tell me what’s wrong with your boo- breasts. I mean breasts!” you rolled your eyes before hesitating.
“too late to be shy princess.”
The nickname. The fucking nickname.
It made you feel some type of ways but you cleared your throat before talking.
“it has been some days now since they started hurting.” you looked down.
“How exactly? Can you describe the pain more?” He asked as he started typing things on his keyboard.
“I don’t really know how to describe it. I feel weird. It’s kind of not burning but y’know it’s like when you get hit somewhere sensitive.”
Jungkook hummed “a throbbing pain? A sensation of numbness?”
You nodded as he got up, rolling his sleeves up revealing his tattooed forearms.
goddamn. how to breath again?
“Come over here please.” he gestured toward the examination table.
“can you take your blouse off?” He said as you sat.
“sorry? what? no.” you gasped making Jungkook laugh.
”y/n, can I check to know what’s wrong?”
You covered your embarrassed face before whining “I’m sorry, I just.. sorry.”
Jungkook put his hands on your shoulders, bending down to whisper in your ear.
“it’s not like I’ve never seen you shirtless.”
Your heart picking up the pace, the memories coming back.
“So?” He asked expectantly making you sigh as you started unbuttoning your blouse slowly.
Jungkook gulped, eyes following your hands down until you took it off completely.
He cleared his throat, his heart beating too fast for his liking.
“May I?“ he lifted his hand in front of you.
You nodded shyly letting him place his big hand slowly on your covered breast.
You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same sensation you felt some years ago.
You shuttered your eyes tightly. On his side, Jungkook swallowed hard, his fingers gentle on the side of your breast.
“ok I’m gonna push lightly at some places and you’ll tell me where it hurts, yea?” you nodded looking at his beautiful hand on your skin.
stop y/n.
Jungkook dig two fingers in the soft flesh of your boob at your right side. You winced a little, not only because of the slight pain but the way his fingers on your skin made goosebumps raised on you.
You hated the way your body reacted to his touches. But he noticed it too, making him smile a little.
”Can you remove your bra please?“ You gasped as you opened your mouth wide.
“no there is no way I’m doing that Jungkook.”
He sighed still smiling “y/n, I’m here to help you and do my job.”
You groaned throwing your head back, revealing your cleavage more, his eyes couldn’t help, the view too tempting to not look.
His hands went to your sides stroking them softly.
“y/n look, I’m not forcing you. Just wanted to check if you had any bruise or anything.”
You didn’t know how but a sudden wave of confidence hit you.
“you remember how to do it?”
You looked at him in his eyes, taking a deep breath before pulling him by the collar of his shirt, his lips too tempting to be kissed.
“can I?”
Jungkook kissed you immediately, sucking gently on your bottom lip making you moan.
“I missed you so much.” he said putting his forehead on yours, thumbs caressing your cheekbones.
“I missed you so much too.”
Jungkook spread your legs making room for him as he step inbetween them, grabbing your chin closing the gap between you two.
You folded your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair as you pulled him down to capture his lips in a soft kiss.
His hands have found their way on your bare thighs, his thumbs brushing against the smooth skin.
Your heart started pounding as he grabbed you by your hips pulling you closer to him.
He pulled away from the kiss, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.
“you’re so beautiful. you didn’t change at all, just got prettier.” he said licking his lips.
“can say the same to you.” you muttered.
His hands were still on your thighs, fingers drawing little random patterns.
Heart beating faster, you hesitantly grabbed one of his hand dragging it up slowly to the hem of your skirt. You needed him right now. You missed him way too much to not take the opportunity to have him touch you again.
Jungkook looked at you astonished, his eyes darkening as you continued sliding his hand up under your skirt.
He bit his bottom lip, hand gripping at the flesh ”are you sure?“
You nodded letting go of his wrist.
His hand got higher, reaching the hem of your panties. He caressed your lightly covered core gently with his fingertips making you gasp softly.
Jungkook’s lips found your neck, peppering little kisses on the smooth skin.
Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the locks.
“Jungkook.“ you whimpered as you felt his fingers tug on your panties.
“can I take these off?“
”please yes.” you looked at him mouth ajar as your thoughts ran wild into your head.
He slid the underwear down your legs as he crouched down.
Past your ankles, he stood up slowly, putting the panties in his blouse pocket.
He came back between your thighs, his fingers went on your skin caressing their way under your skirt, he started teasingly sliding two fingers up and down your core.
You sighed, furrowing your eyebrows as his touches made you weak.
You felt one of his finger poke at your entrance before entering you slowly.
”f-fuck Jungkook.”
He smiled satisfied, the way his name dripped from your tongue made blood rush down there.
The tightness of his pants getting uncomfortable.
He added another finger, going in and out slowly.
When he felt you tighten around his fingers, he pulled them away, lifting them up to his mouth before sucking them clean.
”ew.” you whined disgusted. “now why would you do that?”
“and why?!“ you groaned frustrated as you felt your high fading.
”why? I want you to cum around me baby.” he whispered before unbuckling his belt impatiently.
Jungkook pulled his pants and boxer down at once, freeing his painful erection from its confinement.
”f-fuck.“ he groaned.
”look what you did. You made me hard fuck.“ he breathed out.
You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you.
He held his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.
He rub the head of his cock teasingly between your glistening lips before slapping it on your throbbing clit making you whimpered loudly.
“Jungkook please!”
He put his hand over your mouth silencing you.
“shh. baby you’ll have to stay quiet, hm?“
You nodded eagerly making him smirk.
”You ready?“ he whispered as he started penetrate you.
“yes.” you breathed out.
Jungkook entered you slowly, making you threw your head back. He waited for you, to check if you’re still fine. Looking at any sign of discomfort before continuing.
”you can m-move.”
He started moving, going in and out of you slowly, feeling your warmth.
You felt every inch of his cock, the vein on the side rubbing against your wall.
“you feel so good around me baby.. so good fuck.”
He shifted a bit, adjusting himself as he grabbed one of your thigh higher.
The angle helped him hit deeper, brushing your g-spot making you cried out softly, your hands clenching at his shirt.
”I c-can’t.” you whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching.
”are you near princess?“ he asked as he sucked softly on your neck, decorating the soft skin with red little marks.
You nodded, tears threatening to fall.
Jungkook’s hand travelled down between your bodies, finding your bud of nerves rubbing little circles on it to add stimulation.
The touches were enough to push you over the edge of your climax.
”Jungkook I’m gonna-”
He kissed you, holding your cheek gently.
You let the tears slid down your cheeks as you came around him.
It felt too good, the pleasure too overwhelming.
The way your walls convulsed around him made him feel dizzy.
”ahh sh- fuck.” he groaned burying his head into the crook of your neck.
He couldn’t hold on any longer as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim, your velvety walls still clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.
You let your head dropped on his chest breathlessly, his hand coming up on your head, stroking your hair gently.
”I love you y/n.”
You looked up at him smiling shyly.
“I love you too koo.”
”I missed you so much. Really. I’ve thought about you a lot when I was in Canada..” he said breathlessly as he wiped your tears away.
“you’ve never called me.” you rolled your eyes sniffing.
”please let’s talk about all that later.“ he sighed deeply.
Jungkook pulled out slowly making you hiss, feeling the warm fluid dripping out of you. He went to grab some tissues at his desk, helping cleaning you up, then the table.
”when was the last time you were on your period?“ he asked out of nowhere.
“what?“ you asked confused.
”I mean, for the consultation. I need to know.” he replied.
“Oh yea. hmm, it was last month if I remember correctly, 3 weeks?”
”Can I still check? you didn’t take your bra off. Or you rather tell me if there is any-”
”y-yea, go on.” you cleared your voice.
After checking if there were any bruises or anything abnormal, he helped you getting dressed.
”well, nothing too bad. It’s on hormone levels.” he started.
“you probably know that a few days before your period starts, both breasts can swell and become tender, painful. During the menstrual cycle, various hormones cause changes in breast tissue that can lead to pain or discomfort in some women.” he continued, making some gestures with his hands as he explained.
“(ok guys, I’ll just stop here because I don’t want to say bullshit lmao, pls act like I did write an amazing explanation or something like that please. I’m sorry.) *But if it hurts more than usual, you will have to come back but like I told you it’s due to your period that starts soon.” he finished before tapping your thigh softly.
He helped you down the examination table, your legs a bit shaky. You walked to his desk, then sat on the chair facing him.
”I’ll prescribe you some pain killer.” he said writing down on a sheet.
“Is your phone number still the same?“
”yes.“ you replied instantly.
Jungkook took his phone, tapping on the screen. You heard your phone vibrating, signaling that you got a message.
Obviously, it’s from him, you thought before you rolled your eyes.
You took it ouf of your bag but before you could see what he texted you, he snatched it from your hands.
”yo what the-“
“aw you still have my number after all these years.” he smiled staring at the screen.
“and the nickname… it’s still the same..”
Your cheeks burned up as you got up trying to take it back.
“C’mon give it back Jungkook!”
He gave it back to you before getting up.
“here.” he handed you the prescription sheet.
“thanks.”
“I’m just doing my job.” he smiled playfully.
“do you have sex with all your patients doctor Jeon?” you raised an eyebrow making him roll his eyes.
“nah just my soon-to-be girlfriend.” he replied cheekily.
You smiled before slapping his arm “idiot.”
“wait. Can I have my panties back?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks.
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, taking the underwear out of his pocket lifting it up.
“these? hm I’ll give it back to you tonight princess.” he smirked.
“I’m not gonna walk out of here without my panties Jungkook.” you exclaimed.
“oh you’ll have to, love.” he opened the door pushing you gently outside.
“you don’t have the right to do that!” you whisper-yelled to him.
“bye, see you tonight.” he smiled maliciously, gesturing his next patient to come inside his office.
“wait Jungkook no-”
“sorry i have a patient.” he shrugged before closing the door.
A/N : i really want to apologize for this. I don’t know what it is 💀 pls forgive me guys.
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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year
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Sneaky Link (18+ ONLY)
DBF!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
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WC: 3.5k words
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), DBF!Hotch, Age gap (still placing reader at mid-twenties), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT IRL!!), creampie, exhibitionism-ish? (it's poolside), anddddd lmk if anything else I missed!
A/N: IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS RN PLDFNGBJKFNGB PLS ENJOY !!!!!!!!!
The summer was off to a great start.
Your parents decided to go sailing in Greece for three weeks, so you had been tasked with house-sitting. 
Well, to call it a house was inaccurate, really. It was more like a mansion. They had much more space than they needed, but your parents loved flaunting their wealth.
For your part, you didn’t care much about extravagance, even if you acknowledged your privilege. You’d rather accept their money for things like education, for instance.
 Still, it was nice to have a pool and a large garden for yourself. You were in desperate need of some unwinding, and you knew some sunshine and fresh air would do wonders for you.
You’d just moved out of your apartment, deciding to come back home for some time to hunker down and focus on sending out applications for a postgraduate degree. 
But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t procrastinate a little first. You had all summer, after all.
It was a nice, sunny day, perfect for lounging by the pool. Your parents had just left the previous night, so you filled in the silence with music blasting from your speakers. You brought a book and your laptop down to the pool area, and you were on your way back in for some lemonade when the doorbell rang. 
You hesitated for a moment, considering running up to your room to get a t-shirt. You were only wearing a turquoise bikini and a measly beach cover tied around your waist, and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate enough to greet someone at the door.
But then you figured fuck it, it was hot outside and this was technically your house, so you could do whatever the hell you pleased.
You opened the door to reveal someone you only knew from pictures and anecdotes — your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor, the famous Aaron Hotchner.
Based on the pictures you’d seen, you already knew he was very handsome… but good lord, nothing could compare to the real thing. You couldn’t help blushing, suddenly feeling very exposed, but you tried to maintain your composure.
His dark eyes were drawn downwards before quickly returning to your face, a friendly smile on his lips.
“Hi, you must be Y/N,” he greeted, extending his large hand toward you. “I’m Aaron. Your father has told me so much about you. He’s having me keep an eye on you while they’re gone, make sure you’re good.”
“Oh, man, I hope he didn’t tell you any embarrassing stories.” You rolled your eyes playfully, returning the smile and shaking his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too. It’s nice to meet you in person, finally.”
“Nice to meet you, too. You know, they’re both very proud of you, I can’t blame them for talking my ear off,” he said. “Sorry to show up unannounced, just thought I’d introduce myself.”
“Oh, no worries at all. I was just going to tan for a bit,” you said, gesturing to your swimsuit. “Do you want some lemonade or anything?”
“Sure, thank you, sweetheart.”
Your blush deepened a little at this. You stepped aside to let him in, his arm just barely brushing yours as he passed. In the kitchen, you poured him a glass and handed it to him. Covertly, you watched his throat work as he drank it all down, licking his lips when he finished.
You took a sip of your own, averting your gaze demurely. You weren’t usually very shy, but you were unsure of what to say to him. He was very close to your family, but to you, he was still virtually a stranger. A really, really attractive stranger.
And you just happened to be home alone with him.
He crossed his strong arms over his broad chest, his gaze wandering despite his best attempts at being respectful. He exhaled slowly.
“I have to say, your dad showed me an older picture of you. I almost didn’t recognize you when you opened the door.”
You shook your head in amusement. “I know he keeps one or two in his wallet. I’m surprised my mom never brought out the photo albums.”
He smirked. “I think she was waiting for you to be home for that. She probably wants you to get all flustered.”
You already were a bit flustered then, but you weren’t going to admit it to him. You fanned yourself a little with your hand, the expansive room suddenly feeling warmer.
“You’re welcome to join me at the pool, by the way. If you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” you offered. “Though you might need a swimsuit.”
“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude…”
“Not at all! Maybe that way we can get to know each other better.”
The truth was you were curious to see what was underneath that white polo and jeans, which hugged his lean muscles oh-so-deliciously. His thick eyebrows raised just slightly, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes you wanted to decipher. Your eyes scanned his features, lingering on his lips for a long moment before moving on downwards.
You had the strangest urge to get your lips on that sharp jaw of his, just to hear what sound he would make. He had a pleasantly deep voice already, so you could only imagine…
You swallowed hard, trying to bat those thoughts out of your head. You needed to get a grip. Nothing could happen between the two of you, of course. That was impossible. Your parents would literally kill both of you.
But there was no harm in looking, right?
After a charged moment of silence, he shifted in his seat a little, but then nodded and got up.
“I’ll go get changed and come right back.”
“I’ll leave the door open.”
You brought an extra towel outside for him and settled onto one of the lounge chairs. Undoing your beach wrap, you began applying sunscreen to your legs. Then you moved onto your arms, humming along to your music.
“Here, let me get some on your back,” you heard Aaron’s deep voice behind you.
You looked back at him, eyes snagging on his bare chest and the smattering of dark hair across it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes betrayed you by sinking further down, right to the happy trail that ended at the hem of his swim trunks. 
You nodded quickly, handing him the bottle and moving your hair out of the way. Boldly, he sat behind you, rubbing sunscreen between his hands. Your body jerked slightly as he started tenderly spreading it on your back, and your eyes fell closed at his mere touch.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked casually.
You shook your head in response.
“How come?”
“I’m not really interested in guys my age,” you said with a small shrug. “They play too many games, and I’m not with that.”
“But you must have an army of admirers, surely.”
You huffed in amusement. “Not really. Boys ignore me because they know they can’t have me.”
He chuckled, his fingers grazing the top of your shoulders. “That’s surprising to me. You’re such a beautiful girl, I don’t see how anyone could ignore you.”
Butterflies burst in your stomach at his words. “Better to be alone than in bad company, right?”
“Yeah. You don’t need some silly boy, anyway. You need a gentleman.”
You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Well, let me know if you know any.”
All too soon, he was done with your back, but you offered to do the same to him. Okay, maybe you were a little too eager to get your hands on him, but this was innocent enough. You didn’t want him to get sunburned, either. 
“What about you?” You asked, trying not to sound too curious. “Where’s Mrs. Hotchner?”
He chuckled as if he’d been expecting this question.
“There’s no Mrs. Hotchner. At least for the time being.”
“Ah, I see. So you don’t need to be running home any time soon.”
“Not at all, sweetheart,” he smiled. “You’ve booked me for the entire day. Who knows what you’d get up to if I didn’t keep my eye on you.”
In a small moment of bravery, you smirked. “No good, of course.”
“Just as I thought. We can’t have that, now can we?”
You shrugged flirtatiously and batted your lashes prettily, not promising you were going to behave even if he was there.
Both of you lay in your respective lounge chairs, parallel to each other as you soaked up the sun. For a couple of minutes, neither of you said anything, but you surreptitiously snuck glances at one another.
Behind the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes trailed the thin rivulets of sweat trickling down your sternum. His fingers flexed as he suppressed the need to reach out. You glanced down at the movement of his hips as he readjusted his position, clearing his throat. You weren’t sure what sort of game you two were playing, but it was entirely too riveting. 
You sat up, hesitantly reaching for the straps holding up your bikini top.  
“Do you mind if I undo these? I’m not gonna take it off, but I have this cute strapless dress I want to wear, and I don’t want the tan lines.”
“Uh, um, sure, no problem,” he said, a little taken aback. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”
“My lips are sealed, Mr. Hotchner,” you said, keeping eye contact as you undid the straps, holding the top up with one hand as you lay back down. 
“Let me get you some more lemonade,” he muttered, getting up and quickly padding inside. 
You bit down a mischievous grin, knowing you were getting to him. If looking was all you could do, might as well make it more interesting. There was no harm in a little flirtation, either.
When he came back, you switched hands in order to get your glass from him. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head back to look up at him. God, he was so tall. What the hell were you to do with so much man?
“Isn’t it crazy that we knew of each other from so many stories but never met before today?” You said as he sat back down.
“Well, I’ve heard you’re a busy girl. This is your first time home in a while, isn’t it?”
You nodded. “Gonna be spending some more time here, for sure.”
“That’ll be really nice. Hopefully, we’ll get to spend some of it together.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that now? You like me already?”
“It’s hard not to.”
“I think I like you, too, Aaron.”
You smiled at each other for a moment, the tension between you on the brink of snapping. Your eyes kept being drawn to his lips. A spark of heat ignited low in your belly, and it was becoming harder not to pounce on him.
“I should probably shift onto my stomach, I need to even out my tan,” you said quickly, shifting over as gracefully as you could. Hopefully that way, you’d have a moment to collect yourself.
“Here, let me help you undo the back,” he offered, and you shot him a look that was both startled and exhilarated. “You said you wanted to even out your tan, right?”
You nodded, suppressing a gasp as you felt the last string holding up your top slide off.
“T-thank you,” you said.
“Anytime, sweetness. I’m gonna cool off in the pool if you wanna join me at any moment.”
You heard the water splashing and the small groan of relief that followed, which made you shiver. Of course, he knew what he was doing. He was not ignorant to the fact you were teasing him, and he figured two can play that game.
You were hyper-aware of his presence as you lay there, trying to keep still. Only a few minutes passed before you finally caved, your body’s instincts taking over.
He was swimming from one end of the pool to the other, fully submerged, so he didn’t see you sit at the edge and dip your legs in. Your arms were crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. You languidly kicked your legs in the water, watching his movements.
When he surfaced, he pushed his mop of dark hair back, blinking drops of water off his lashes. His movements ceased when his eyes fell on you.
“I was getting a little too hot,” you said, voice breathy and low.
“Well, no need to hide from me, darling girl,” he purred, wading just a little closer. “I promise I’m very well-behaved.”
You slowly uncrossed your arms, arching your back slightly and pushing out your chest. The coquettish smile on your face nearly unmade him then and there, but he held himself back. Letting you take control of the situation was quite titillating, and he wanted to see just how far you would take things.
He licked his lips. “There we go. What a gorgeous sight you are.”
You could basically feel your heartbeat in your pussy at that point.  You feared you might combust if he didn’t touch you soon.
“Don’t you want to come closer? I don’t bite.”
“I do,” he said, his smile taking on a lupine quality.
“Then I insist.”
He swam over, and you parted your legs so he could situate himself between them. Your hands landed on his broad shoulders, and you shuddered a little at the cool touch of his skin. 
Your nipples hardened, attracting his attention momentarily, and once more he licked his lips. 
“Are you sure?” He whispered. “You know we can’t tell another soul about this, right?”
You nodded eagerly. “You’ll find I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
Without further warning, he dove forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled around it as his fingers came up to tweak your other nipple. You couldn’t help the needy mewl that escaped you, back arching further.
“Kiss me,” you breathed, taking his face in your hands and bringing your lips to his.
The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, and he was still palming your breasts as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned into his mouth, and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you in with him. You let out a little yelp of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He chuckled, moving to kiss your jaw. “Said you needed to cool off, right?”
“Jerk,” you teased, swatting his arm playfully.
His arms encircled you as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. His tongue lavished attention on your breasts once more, and soon enough you could feel an insistent bulge prodding at your clothed center.
“Oh, I’d really like to give you a hand with that,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other reaching down to caress him through his swim trunks.
He sucked in a breath at the small touch, pulling back in order to nip at your bottom lip. 
“Then I guess we should take this outside, right away.”
He sat you back on the edge and pulled himself out of the pool. You wasted no time in discarding your bikini bottoms, toweling yourself off under his scrutinizing gaze. He did the same, and you pushed him onto a sunbed under the shade of an umbrella.
And since you were already not wasting time, you bent down to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, which lay hard against his abdomen. His hips bucked as you kissed the tip, looking up at him through your lashes. 
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he groaned, fingers grazing your cheek adoringly. “Simply irresistible. You could see the effect you had on me, hmm?”
You nodded, slightly rubbing your cheek against his hand in a silent plea. 
He smirked at this, twisting your ponytail around one hand and using the other one to feed his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him. He was so thick that you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to take, but you’d never been a quitter. 
The sounds he was making as you bobbed your head proved to be very efficient motivation, as well. You felt the head hit the back of your throat, but still, you kept going. His grip tightened each time he heard you gagging, but he kept relative control of his jutting hips.  
You reached between your legs to touch yourself, fingers easily slipping through your soaked folds. At the sight, something in him snapped.
“Come here, I want to taste you,” he urged, and you released him with a loud, obscene pop. “I need you to sit on my face right now.”
He pulled you up and you maneuvered to situate yourself atop his face, legs straddling his head. You hesitated, momentarily fearing you would suffocate him, but he pulled you down eagerly.
He devoured you like you were his last meal on earth. Your entire body tensed at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. Your hips bucked, but his large hands were holding you down by your thighs. 
You reached back, palming his length as best as you could, stroking the head with the tips of your fingers. He thrusted into your grip, his deep moan vibrating against your cunt.
Pleasure was like a cresting wave, threatening to break. It made your body feel red hot as you neared the peak, but you wanted to hold off a little longer.
“A-Aaron… I’m-I’m gonna…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.
At this, he only doubled his efforts instead of releasing you. He sucked on your clit before his tongue dipped inside you, and you ground against his face desperately.
Your orgasm seized you, rippling throughout your entire being. You cried out, head thrown back and eyes fluttering shut. He let you ride it out, prolonging it a little with languid strokes of his tongue.
You were still trembling a little when he placed a kiss on your inner thigh, beaming up at you, eyes glazed over with desire and pride.
“You taste like absolute heaven,” he panted. “Such a sweet pussy.”
“Were you able to breathe?” You asked sheepishly, biting your lower lip.
“Oh, honey, even if I couldn’t, I would’ve died the happiest man on Earth,” he kissed your thigh once more, making you sigh. “Think you can take my cock, pretty girl? Or do you need a break?”
You nodded frantically, moving back so he could sit up and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, instantly hooked. There was something about him that was making you feel wild and unrestrained, almost animalistic.
Had you ever wanted someone so badly before? No, not like this.
“Are you on birth control?” He asked between kisses.
“Yes! Please, just fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer.”
He flipped you onto your back, pushing your legs up to put you in a mating press. Breath escaped you as he slowly sank into you, letting you feel the entirety of his length. He kissed you slowly as he bottomed out, overwhelmingly deep inside you in the best way possible.
“That’s it, good girl,” he groaned into your mouth. “You take me so well.”
His strokes were long and deep, making you see stars. All coherence flew out the window as you lost yourself to the all-consuming feeling of him. 
He continued to murmur praises into your ear, kissing a spot right behind it that made you shudder. You sighed his name, gasping as he ground his pelvis against you.
“You keep sucking me back in, honey,” he grunted. “Are you close again?”
You whimpered in response, eyes heavy-lidded as you looked up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose, smiling fondly.
“Good, because I want you to come with me. Can you do that, sweet girl?”
“Fuck yes! Come inside me, please,” you begged as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours. “Oh, fuck… give it to me. Please, please, please.”
You tumbled over the edge a second time, clenching him hard. Your nails dug into his biceps as you cried out. He hissed through his teeth, muscles seizing up as he spilled inside of you. His last few strokes were sloppy and shallow as you both rode out your highs.
He leaned his sweaty forehead against yours as you both breathed hard. You looked at each other and chuckled, flush with endorphins and utter satisfaction. He kissed you once more and you knew it was a feeling you would never tire of.
“I’m really glad I stayed to keep an eye on you,” he said, bringing your legs down to a more comfortable position, still sheathed inside you. “If this was you being a good girl, I have to wonder how you are when you’re bad.”
You smirked deviously. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”
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valeskafics · 8 months
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"Lights, Camera, Action!" (Part 3 of 4) - Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader - Modern AU
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a/n: catch up on this fic HERE. based on a request from @aaaaaamond (and yep it's a mini series rip), comment if you wish to be tagged! egg will be featured in the next part hehe
Summary: Aegon joins in on the newest scene with you and Aemond.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, s*x work/adult film industry, role play, infidelity for the purpose of p*rn, overstim, f*ngering, an*l f*ngering, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, ass eating, p in v s*x, an*l sex, unprotected s*x, aemond being un unprofessional bitch, tiddy succin, creampie
Word Count: 2,175 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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The next time Aegon hires you for one of his films, he gives you a call and lets you know that this one is a bit more risque and intense than the last, in that it involves two guys and one girl. He asks if you’re up for it and is surprised when you agree, though he’s entirely excited by the prospect.
Especially considering that while Aemond is going to be one of the guys, the other is going to be him.
You arrive on set and are greeted by Aegon and Aemond’s cousin, Jace, who will be manning the camera since Aegon will be in the film. You give him a sweet little smile and wave after Aegon introduces the two of you and Jace is immediately able to tell why his cousins are so into you.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he smiles, “If you ever need anything from me to make you more comfortable, please just let me know.”
Aegon is quite happy with how polite Jace is toward you since he prides himself on providing all his actors and actresses with a comfortable working environment, and considering the fact that you’ve come back for the third time, he likes to think you’re comfortable with him.
Aegon tells you that you can take a seat on the couch, where you see Aemond already is. You feel a thrill go up and down your spine as you move and sit beside him, watching as he turns and gives you that stupid lazy smirk, his hair pulled back in a bun, showing off his handsome features. Your eyes are drawn to those goddamn lips of his, the ones you remember felt so incredible on your-
“So, did Aegon tell you what the setting is for this one?” Aemond asks you, his voice a low rasp as he murmurs in your ear.
“Just that it involves all three of us,” you say, crossing your legs, your foot accidentally brushing against Aemond’s calf, “Um, what is it?”
“Well, you’re a sexy little housewife, feeling a bit neglected by your husband, and I’m there to repair your sink,” he hums, a hand moving to rest on your thigh in a seemingly benign way, “Aegon is the nosy neighbor who walks in and we invite him to join the fun to keep him quiet.”
“Oh,” you say, feeling turned on by his words alone, though doing your best to hide it, shifting slightly in your seat, “That sounds interesting.”
“Mhm,” Aemond agrees, his good eye moving along the contours of your body, greedily drinking you in.
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Soon enough, after an in-depth discussion about all of your comfort levels with the scene, and a quick visit to wardrobe, you’re back on set, answering the door for your insanely sexy repairman. You have to admit Aemond in a white tank top and jeans, with that tool belt… It’s sort of driving you insane. You, on the other hand, are dressed in a pretty white sundress, one that barely covers your ass and has your breasts threatening to spill out over the top. It’s cheesy and unrealistic, but it’s porn and you love the way Aemond’s gaze moves to your tits in the dress as he licks his lips and introduces himself as the repairman.
“Oh, are you here to fix the sink?” you ask, leaning against the door, “Come in, Mister. My husband isn’t home right now but I think it should be fine.”
Aemond smirks, following after you toward the sink, setting up his tools and sliding under it to make his repairs. Your eyes focus on his glaringly obvious hard-on and you, without any thought going into it, find your hands moving toward the apex of your thighs, stroking your bare pussy teasingly as you watch him, his biceps flexing as he pretends to fix the sink. Aemond sees you out of the corner of his eye, your perfectly manicured hand playing with that pretty little pussy of yours, and he’s sure that if he could ever cum untouched, it would be from that sight.
“How’s the sink coming?” you ask breathily, moving your fingers a bit faster, moaning softly.
“It’ll be ready in a bit, ma’am,” he says, moving out from under the sink and feigning shock at seeing what you’re up to, “Oh my…”
You gasp and look away shyly, “Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s just my husband’s been working so much lately…”
You bite your lip as Aemond moves to stand between your legs by the counter, his hands moving to squeeze your tits over the fabric of your dress, “Pretty little thing like you going unsatisfied? That sounds like a crime to me.”
You throw your head back and gasp, looking in the general direction of the camera but not right at it as Aemond plunges three fingers knuckle deep inside of you, “Oh my God,” you whine, your back arching slightly as he continues moving his fingers, “Fuck…”
Aemond spreads your thighs apart, giving the camera a perfect view of his fingers moving in and out of you, capturing every wet sound they make, every little whimper you let out. He presses his thumb down against your clit, circling it, driving you almost to the point of being feral in your need for him. You feel those long fingers of his rub against that bundle of nerves inside of you that has you all but screaming his name as you spill yourself on his fingers. Aemond moves his fingers from your warm core, pressing them against your lips, a silent command for you to lick them clean, which you readily obey. Aemond groans at the feeling of your tongue moving around his fingers, thinking how pretty those plush lips of yours would look around his cock.
Then, Aegon walks in the front door, looking at both of you, “Oh, well, what do we have here?” he smirks, closing the door, leaning against it, “God, your poor husband. Working late and you’re here doing this? Such a dirty girl.”
“Please don’t tell him,” you whine pitifully as Aemond sinks to his knees. 
You gasp as he buries his face between your thighs, eager to taste you, his tongue suckling at your clit while his fingers begin their previous ministrations again. You grab at his hair, tugging slightly, letting out a whimper as he moans against your pearl, increasing the intensity of his lips. Aegon watches the scene with delight, admiring your face as you come undone against Aemond’s lips.
“I think I have a way we can keep it a secret,” Aegon grins.
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For the next scene, you lay back on the counter while Aemond fucks your mouth and Aegon teases your ass. He rubs some lube against his fingers, then massages it into your ass, his fingers grazing over your puckered hole before he slides one in, past the ring of muscles. You moan, the vibration making Aemond feel a new wave of pleasure as his hips rut against you, causing you to nearly gag on his lengthy, veiny cock with each move. You fondle his balls as he continues, squeezing and massaging them while Aegon continues moving his finger in and out of you, his tongue working magic on your cunt. When you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing against your clit, you think you would have screamed his name had your mouth not been otherwise occupied.
Aemond keeps his gaze locked on you, loving the glazed over look in your eyes, and lowers your dress slightly, groaning as your breasts spill free from their confines. He squeezes at them greedily, spilling himself into your mouth, demanding that you swallow every drop of his cum, which you readily do.
You let out a sharp gasp when Aegon his finger from your tight little hole and flips you onto your stomach, only to replace it with his tongue. You gasp, never having done this before, the sensation of his tongue some place so foreign driving you mad with want. You rub your thighs together, feeling that cool metal moving against you, Aegon’s tongue driving you absolutely insane, bringing you to your most intense climax yet.
Jace calls cut, giving you all a moment to recover from the scene, considering how intense it was. He and the Targaryen brothers watch as a PA brings you a robe and some water, providing them with some water as well. You walk back to your dressing room, a bit shaky on your feet, something which prompts them to smirk at each other, taking great pride in being the reason for it.
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The next and final scene is soon set up and when you come back, you’re eager to get right to it. You’ve never done double penetration on camera, but something about it appeals to you on a carnal level, especially when considering who the two you are doing it with are. You’ve been pleasantly surprised by Aegon so far and have no doubt that he’s going to live up to his reputation as one of the top adult film stars when you film this scene.
Aemond is careful and meticulous in making sure to apply enough lube to his cock as well as your ass, prepping everything before the scene starts filming. You can’t help but feel excited as he pours the cool liquid onto you in preparation. Aemond watches as your body twitches at the sensation, feeling his own excitement and arousal build.
“Now, you remember you can stop us at anytime,” Aegon reminds you, giving you an easy grin, “I mean, i hope you don’t but-”
“I think I’ll be okay,” you smile slightly, “I think we all know what we’re doing.”
“Agreed, but just in case, what’s your safeword, love?” Aemond questions, squeezing your ass slightly.
“Plum,” you affirm.
“Good girl,” he purrs in your ear, the sound going straight to your core, prompting you to rub your thighs together in a desperate bid for friction, friction that you will soon be provided.
Jace calls action and soon, you’re straddling Aegon on the kitchen floor while Aemond positions himself behind you, all three of you fully bare. Aegon watches as you sink yourself down onto his cock with a loud moan of his name, sitting up slightly, mouthing at one of your tits as they bounce while you ride him, your hips moving against his in the most delicious of ways, squeezing around him, so warm and wet and tight.
You feel Aemond’s cock poking at your backside and hold your breath in anticipation, though you remember to breathe when he pinches your hip gently. You let out a whimper as he sheathes himself inside you, feeling more full and satisfied than you’ve ever felt in your entire life. It’s a bit uncomfortable at first, you’d be the first to admit, but the sensation dulls into something intense but entirely pleasurable.
You feel both of them moving against you, Aemond’s lips moving to one side of your neck while Aegon’s find the other. You gasp as you feel Aemond’s hand snake around your waist, his fingers deftly rubbing at your clit as he continues fucking you and you continue riding Aegon. You reach your peak fairly quickly but resolve to have one more on camera, whimpering at the feeling of overstimulation, yet enjoying it thoroughly as Aegon grabs your hips, giving you a moment’s reprieve as he thrusts up into you.
Aegon reaches his end before Aemond does, spilling himself inside you with a lazy little grin, watching as Aemond lifts you up and bends you over the counter, continuing to fuck your tight little hole with a vengeance. His hand continues circling at your clit while the other moves to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, prompting you to come again with a cry of his name. Aemond spills himself soon after with a low groan. The camera catches one final shot of the two of you before Jace calls cut and the three of you lay on the ground in a tired, satiated heap. 
You burst into laughter, which breaks the intensity of the moment, prompting the other three men to laugh as well as you put your robe back on.
“Nice working with you… Again,” you grin at the pair of them, grabbing your check and heading off to your dressing room.
Aemond follows after you, “So…”
“So,” you tease, turning to face him.
“That was fun,” he smirks, “Was it good for you too, Princess?”
“It was,” you hum, “You haven’t asked me for my number again yet.”
Aemond’s good eye lights up, “Am I finally getting it today?”
You extend your hand and make a grabbing motion, taking his phone and entering your number in it, “Seven o’clock, tomorrow night. You pick the restaurant and pick me up. I’ll text you my address.”
Aemond watches as you saunter off into your dressing room, his mind spinning with thoughts of what is going to happen tomorrow night.
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garoujo · 2 years
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LETTING GO OF THEIR HAND WHILE THEY’RE DRIVING — JUJUTSU KAISEN
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feat : gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji + geto suguru
ღ warnings — none just fluff!!
ღ note — hewo i am thinking very hard about them rn,, i wanna hold their hands but ‘m sorreee these are so messy ^3^
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・✶ 。゚GOJO SATORU
satoru always opened his palm like it was a necessity before he started driving, waiting patiently for you to intertwine it with yours. he was rambling to you about his day, laughing at his students antics until you suddenly shook your hand free of his and you watch his previously handsome grin twitch slightly. there’s a beat of silence before you hear him hum, a soft pout on his lips as his hand opens once more as he shakes it expectantly, “come on, sweetheart. don’t leave me like this.” satoru drawls, only continuing his story when he feels your hand rest against it again. but you giggle before snatching your hand back again, not expecting satoru’s hand to follow the touch while he keeps his eyes on the road—patting and feeling around on your lap for your hand as he laughs and grumbles from the drivers seat, his grins spread cheekily. “come on now, don’t be so greedy, pretty girl.. don’t make me pull over.” he hums like he’s trying to convince you, secretly praying for a red light so he can finally find it, promising himself to hold it extra tight when he finally does.
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・✶ 。゚NANAMI KENTO
nanami likes holding your hand gently as he drives, it’s not a super regular occurrence but he likes the feeling of having you there with him. he was driving you home one day, his hand having discreetly made its way over to intertwine tightly with your own, and you notice the ghost of a softer kind of smile on his lips when he asks you about your day. you reply but go to shake his hand off and he just lets you, his smile dropping a little and he suddenly falls a little quiet when he casts you a side glance. “everything alright sweetheart?” nanami asks, his tone smooth and you nod, smiling—which urges him to mirror your expression, although the hand that was once intertwined with yours now just rests on the wheel with his other. but you eventually ask for his hand when you he still sends you a soft smile and he places a gentle kiss against your skin after.
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・✶ 。゚ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
it taken a while for megumi to get super comfortable with insinuating any physical affection, but now he loved the subtle touches between you both— especially intertwining your hand with his as he drives with the other, so you were curious if he would have any reaction. he was driving home, basking in the comfortable silence with your playlist playing softly in the background as his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand while intertwined with his. so you go to shake his hand off and you watch megumi straighten up a little, a subtle pout resting on his lips as his eyebrows furrow softly, but he just retracts his hand quietly, assuming it’s maybe because you have cramp in your hands—so he just lets his rest awkwardly in his lap before asking if you could hold his hand again, even saying he’d hold it a little softer if it hurt. he finds himself blushing slightly at how upfront the question is but he just finds it so comfortable.
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・✶ 。゚ITADORI YUUJI
yuuji loves any and all types of physical affection which resulted in him always having a hand on you or holding yours constantly. he loves squeezing your hand, always laughing about how it’s like a hand hug in the moments when he can’t hug you for real. so while he was driving, singing along brightly to the song that was playing on the radio while shooting you bright smiles and loud giggles, the kind that have you grinning along with him, you try to shake your hand free from his. but his hand moves so quickly when he feels the lost touch, grabbing yours once more. yuuji doesn’t even fumble a lyric as he continues his song, his body most likely moving on instinct alone. but if you go to do it again, he wont hesitate to pull over—turning to you with a worried pout “baby are you okay? why don’t you wanna hold my hand did i do something wrong?” he asks genuinely, but as soon as you take his hand again he’ll pepper it with affectionate kisses and ask you if you wanna go to starbucks or somewhere nice because he just likes being with you.
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・✶ 。゚GETO SUGURU
suguru always had to be touching you whenever he drove, maybe it was down to how much he doted over you but he just liked knowing you were safe and comfortable beside him. so while you’re both driving out for a date, your hands comfortably intertwined, you gently shake your hand from his—earning a confused hum from your boyfriend beside you. it’s subtle the look he shoots you, his features crumbling softly when he casts you a quick side glance, as if checking up to make sure everything okay, but you just smile and he covers up any disappointment with a soft grin. “you okay, pretty girl?” suguru mumbles, his voice low, and you nod out a yes before you feel his palm rest against your thigh, smoothing along the skin soothingly and squeezing every few moments as he grumbles out a joke about you not holding his hand—but this was good enough for him anyway.
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No Better Way to Warm Up
Sebastian x Ominis x f!MC - NSFW - 5.7k words - ao3
(Part two here!) (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡
A/N: no one ask why I'm writing an xmas oneshot in the middle of may, i'm shamelessly procrastinating on my other wips rn lmfao
Tags: Idiots in Love, Pining, Drinking, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Threesome - F/M/M, Hesitant Ominis, Eager Sebastian
Summary: Ominis, Sebastian, and MC are snowed in the castle together during winter break. After an entire bottle of Ogden's, a long night of banter, and much-lowered inhibitions, the three friends soon find themselves in a rather intimate situation that not a single one of them is apt to resist.
The three friends huddled in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, hands outstretched in front of the flickering flames in an attempt to draw out the numbness in their fingers from the cold. They had just returned from a short trip to Hogsmeade, after much insistence from Sebastian that an assortment of treats from Honeyduke’s was absolutely essential for a proper Christmas Eve celebration, regardless of the harrowing conditions outside. 
Both boys had decided to stay at Hogwarts for winter break to keep their dear friend company, refusing to let her spend her first Christmas in the wizarding world alone. It was a strange feeling to occupy the castle after the majority of the students had gone, but there was also a pleasant sense of coziness in having the common room all to themselves, considering all the other Slytherins had families to go home to.
“You’re going to catch a cold.” Ominis admonished lightly when he noticed she was still shivering after a few minutes. She hadn’t taken off her coat, despite it being soaked from the melted snow, the damp wool clinging to her skin. The blonde sat up from his spot beside her, feeling around her shoulders until he reached the buttons on her front, quickly undoing them with deft fingers. He continued scolding her under his breath as he peeled away the sullen fabric, slipping the coat from her shoulders. Despite how much she’d usually fight him for it, it was admittedly sort of endearing the way he coddled her so often, handling her with a strange sort of protectiveness she’d never experienced before. 
Sebastian was of a similar fashion, though his doting was usually expressed in more subliminal forms and accompanied with a fair amount of teasing to go along with it. Nonetheless, the ways the boys treated her had made her feel more loved than she’d ever felt in her entire life and she found herself growing increasingly attached to them. Their friendship had grown so strong over the past few months, and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she was growing a sense of genuine affection for the pair of Slytherins, though she’d never allow herself to indulge in these thoughts.
She thanked Ominis meekly through chattering teeth as she settled back down in front of the fire. Her sweater underneath was subtly damp and so she begrudgingly decided to remove it as well, draping it over the stone mantel of the fireplace to dry out. She was too preoccupied to notice the way Sebastian’s eyes lingered over her exposed skin as she settled back down between the two boys, at how he traced the outline of her curves under her camisole with his gaze, nor did she pay any mind to the way his face flushed immediately after, chalking up the pink on his cheeks to a side effect from the cold.
Sebastian cleared his throat nervously and shifted his attention towards rummaging through his rucksack and pulling out the assortment of Yuletide sweets. He made sure to purchase an impressive variety, determined to expose her to every facet of wizarding Christmas. He couldn’t help but feel his stomach flutter as he watched her face light up at the sight of them, a smile breaking out on her lips.
Her fingers brushed against his momentarily as she took the sweets from him and he frowned. “Poor thing, you’re freezing.” 
He took her hands in his gently, squeezing her fingers in an attempt to seep some warmth into them. The warmth in his hands seemed to go straight to her cheeks instead, and she reprimanded herself in her head for enjoying the feeling of her hands in his a little too much.
Sebastian pulled out a few bottles of cider next, setting them down on the stone in front of the fireplace to warm as he pulled out one final item that neither of his friends had spotted him purchasing. He set his bag aside and cracked open the bottle of Ogden’s, pretending not to notice Ominis’ obvious disapproval at the tell-tale sound of the bottle of strong liquor opening.
“What? There’s no better way to warm up.” He murmured through the rim of the bottle as he took a swig, grimacing slightly as the firewhiskey burned a path down his throat. He extended the bottle towards the blonde, shaking it enticingly. “Go on now.”
“You’re incorrigible.” Ominis muttered, rolling his eyes before he snatched the bottle from the brunette’s hand and begrudgingly took a drink himself. He handed it back to Sebastian and the brunette held it out to her now, tilting his head in an encouraging manner.
“I’ve never had any.” She admitted sheepishly.
“And you won’t have any.” Ominis objected in that paternalistic tone of his, shooting a stern glare towards Sebastian.
“Loosen up, Ominis.” Sebastian sighed as he pushed the bottle into her hands. “Let the girl have some fun.”
She gave an uneasy smile to Sebastian as she finally brought the bottle to her lips, taking a much larger swig than she probably should’ve. She painfully willed herself not to grimace or show any indication of the burn in a stupid attempt to prove herself in some way. Nonetheless, she choked out a few coughs as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and handed the bottle back to Sebastian, who looked positively delighted with her. 
“See? Takes it like a champ.” He commented, a satisfaction in his eyes that made her feel warm inside.
The next several hours were spent bantering amongst themselves and working down the remainder of the liquor and the sweets, the last vestiges of daylight blurring into darkness as the blizzard continued to rage outside. At some point she had stumbled towards her dorm room and lugged out her gramophone, forcing the boys to drunkenly twirl around the common room with her to the latest Muggle composers. They took turns dancing around with her, Ominis doing so with an impressive amount of finesse, most likely due to years of pureblood etiquette lessons. Sebastian was a bit less poised, nearly knocking her down on several occasions and spinning her in his arms until her head was dizzy. By the end of the night she was nearly in tears on the floor from laughter, her head a fuzzy haze from the endorphins and alcohol.
When the peak of the evening had eventually died down they settled onto the couch together, where she inevitably curled into herself as sleep slowly overtook her, her head falling against Ominis’ shoulder and her legs draped over Sebastian’s lap. The boys exchanged knowing glances in the silence, allowing themselves a few more moments to bask in the serenity of the situation they found themselves in. Neither boy had to say a word, they were both blissfully aware of just how much the other was shamelessly enjoying this.
Sebastian rubbed gentle circles absentmindedly on her legs where her skirt had slightly ridden up and Ominis softly brushed her hair back from her face, delicate fingers tracing her features. They couldn’t help but admire how perfect she felt pressed against them and they would’ve stayed there forever if they could, just listening to her soft breathing. Eventually though, Ominis being the more responsible of the two, cleared his throat and broke them out of their audacious indulgence.
“Come on, love, up.” Sebastian sighed as he begrudgingly stood himself up, running his hands down her shoulders gently to rouse her from her sleep. “Off to bed.”
“But I’m not even tired,” She murmured through a yawn as Ominis stood and helped pull her up from the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her.
“Aham, sure.” Ominis smiled softly down at her as they began their walk towards the girl’s dormitories, Sebastian following beside her. He tangled his fingers in hers and she eagerly welcomed the contact.
“We should have a sleepover,” She remarked eagerly, her speech slightly slurred and drowsy from sleep and the lingering effects of the firewhiskey. “We can…mmh all sleep in my bed.”
“That sounds like a lovely idea—” 
“ Sebastian .” Ominis interjected with a scolding tone. “We’ll all sleep in our own beds.”
“But that’s no fun.” She frowned, turning to the blonde with heartbroken simpering. “Don’t you want to sleep with me, Ominis?”
“That’s — that’s, uh, hardly appropriate, I—” He flushed immediately, stumbling over his words at the innuendo.
“Trust me, Ominis would love nothing more than to sleep with you.” Sebastian informed with a smug smile, amused by the way the blonde turned red and immediately whacked him in the shoulder. 
“You’re…you’re both so…so nice to me,” She continued her dozy ambling, a soft smile on her face. “Mmh, my boys.”
They pushed open the door to her room and settled her on her bed, Sebastian sinking to his knees to undo the laces on her boots and Ominis sitting beside her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched Sebastian, his fingers working diligently to get her ready for bed.
“You’re a terribly sappy drunk.” He chuckled, looking up at her. He couldn’t help but notice how absolutely enamored Ominis looked beside her, pink tinging his cheeks.
“It’s quite cute though.” Ominis remarked softly, wanting to stretch these last few moments out for as long as possible before they’d both have to retreat their dorms and have to stifle their longing yet again.
“You’re quite cute.” She replied as she turned to face him, a love-drunk smile on her face and her eyes half-lidded.
Ominis flushed profusely at the compliment, his mouth opening to stammer some nervous reply, but before any comment could be made, her lips were suddenly on his. 
Both boys stood frozen in shock, barely even conscious of what had happened, the gesture feeling like a dream. Ominis looked as if he could faint, and Sebastian was expecting the blonde to immediately have pulled away, but when she curled her small fingers into the front of his robes and he groaned against her mouth, it became clear that not even Ominis, as stuck-up and decorous as he was, could resist the likes of her.
She was the one that finally broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she looked at Ominis’ flushed face and parted lips, then looked down at Sebastian who was still frozen by her legs in front of her. It was as if the reality of what she had done had just caught up to her, sobering quickly and her cheeks warming with shame. She brought her fingers up to hover over her glistening lips and Sebastian couldn’t help but marvel at how precious she looked, overcome with the desire to leave her that breathless with his own kiss.
“I–I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—” She began immediately, her voice coated in mortification and he wanted nothing more than to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry about. Confess every single feeling the both of them had harbored for her for the longest time, admit to every hidden fantasy that they had shared over her, every secret desire.
He simply couldn’t help himself. He had shut her up with his mouth before she could ramble, swallowing the gasp she let out against his lips. He slowly rose from his knees, towering over her on the bed and he was delighted when she didn’t pull away, instead her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and pull him in deeper.
“Sebastian, we should stop.” Ominis spoke up beside the two after a moment, his voice strained. He was still trying to muster some composure after what had happened, and this was proving even more difficult as he listened to what was unraveling beside him.  He was desperately trying to cling to rationality and not give into temptation.
“Do you want to stop?” Sebastian pulled his lips away for a brief moment, directing the question towards her.
She paused, staring up at him. She didn’t know what she wanted — a confusing mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and desire clouded her brain — but she knew for certain that the last thing she wanted to do was stop. She took in a shaky breath before she swallowed, shaking her head.
Sebastian’s lips were on hers again in the next second, his kiss more brutal this time, hungry and passionate and bruising. She involuntarily whined against his mouth and it clearly had an effect on both boys. 
Ominis paused behind her, wide-eyed and considering for a moment. Was this really happening? Should he stop this before things got too far? Did he even have the willpower inside him to stop this?
Sebastian didn’t let any of the blonde’s plans in impeding this come into fruition though, backing her up against Ominis’ chest until she was in his lap. “Touch her, it’s okay.” He told Ominis encouragingly, sensing his friend’s hesitations, before he dove back into her lips.
The feeling of her tight, warm body pressed against his, the soft little moans that Sebastian was pulling from her lips, the brunette’s encouraging words, it was all enough to make his walls crumble. How could he resist when all he ever wanted was right here in his arms?
His hands hesitantly came up to do as Sebastian said, hovering over her skin for a brief moment before he brushed back her hair from her shoulders, his fingers tracing her soft skin as if afraid to touch her. He slowly leaned down, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her spine when he finally attached his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck.
She moaned at the contact and it was all the approval he needed before he allowed himself to give in completely, his lips reveling in the feeling of her warm skin. She was intoxicating and his desire for her ached deep inside him, his trousers strained where she was pressing against him.
“If you want to stop at any moment, if anything bothers you, tell us. You don’t have to do anything you wouldn’t like to.” Ominis breathed against her ear, his self-restraint slowly slipping from him. He had to make sure she was comfortable with this, that she wouldn’t regret this. “Do you understand?”
She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. She was too enraptured by the feeling of their lips on her to form any semblance of a coherent sentence.
“Words, love, use your words.” Sebastian urged gently.
“Yes,” She blurted out, her entire body warming at the term of endearment. “I—I understand.”
She let out a small gasp when she felt Ominis’ tongue on the side of her jaw. He licked a hungry stripe down her neck, desperate to taste more of her. She could feel how stiff he was already as she squirmed against him, his chest pressed to her back while Sebastian loomed over her.
The boys explored every inch of her as if she were a work of art to be analyzed and discovered, to be worshiped and adored and studied intently with their mouths and hands. There was still a gentleness to the way they handled her, one similar to the manner that they always treated her, but she could tell that they were holding back, that they were balancing on the precipice of succumbing to their darkest desires.
It was clear that Ominis was trying to be a mediating force, scolding the brunette when he got too impassioned and nipped her bottom lip, earning a whimper from her and making him fret that they were being too rough. She could tell that even his self-control was faltering though, by the way his fingers dug into her hips to still her when she writhed against him, rubbing against his erection until it was too much for him to handle. 
“Is this okay?” Sebastian asked softly as his hands trailed to cup her breasts t  hrough the thin fabric of her undershirt. “Can I touch you here?” 
“Please,” She breathed against his lips and it was all the approval he needed to rub gentle circles over the sensitive flesh. He palmed hungrily at her breasts, before circling her nipples with his thumbs, smiling at the way she gasped from the contact. He dipped his head down to plant kisses along her collarbone. 
Ominis’ lips left her neck, his hand sliding down in its place and gently taking hold of her chin, tilting her head up and maneuvering her so he could take what he wanted from her. His lips met hers with a desperate urgency, his tongue slipping in her mouth immediately with a hunger to taste her.
“So fucking perfect.” Sebastian whispered against her skin as his mouth trailed down her chest, leaving innumerable kisses as he explored. He took his time when he reached her breasts, tonguing her nipples through her undergarment and soaking the thin cotton with his saliva. 
She was a mess . She could feel the slickness coating her thighs under her skirt, Sebastian pressed in between her legs as he worked at her breasts. Ominis’ kiss was enough to make her head spin, his tongue exploring every inch of her as his fingers tangled through her hair. 
“Let me take this off,” Sebastian muttered in a lust-drunk haze as he groped hungrily at her breasts through the fabric.
“ Sebastian , slow down.” Ominis pulled his mouth away from hers begrudgingly to admonish the brunette for his lack of patience. The last thing he wanted was to rush this, to make her uncomfortable in even the slightest way.
“It’s—it’s okay.” She said breathlessly which seemed to surprise both boys. Sebastian looked up at her for further confirmation. When she nodded, he eagerly began on the long line of buttons on her front.
He was surprisingly slow and gentle while he undressed her, despite his fervent desire. He wanted to savor every inch of her, kiss every tiny bit of exposed skin and make her feel worshiped and cared for. He wanted her to know his adoration for her in every caress, every brush of his lips.
“Arms up, darling.” Ominis ordered her softly when Sebastian began tugging the shirt over her stomach. 
She was on another plane of existence at the moment, her brain fuzzy from pleasure. How could she possibly keep her wits about her when she was sandwiched between two boys that were kissing, licking, and caressing every sensitive inch of her? Thankfully, wits were the last thing she needed right now, and she had never felt safer than she did in the moment, despite her obvious lack of control. It felt so good to be able to trust them so much, to know they would do nothing but care for her and attend to her every need.
Ominis helped her raise her arms, smiling softly to himself at how much of a mess she was, her limbs adorably limp and languid. If she was in this state already, how would she be when they actually got their way with her? They didn’t plan on stopping until they had coaxed multiple orgasms out of her, until she was a weak, little thing underneath them that barely even remembered her own name.
Sebastian slipped the thin piece of cotton over her head, groaning when the sight of her bare chest was finally revealed to him, his hands immediately finding purchase on her skin, kneading the soft flesh. 
“She’s so beautiful, Ominis.” Sebastian breathed out, awe-struck.
“That I already knew,” Ominis murmured dotingly, placing a tender kiss to her temple.
Sebastian’s hands ran affectionately up and down her sides for a few moments, appreciating just how perfect she looked laid out in front of him, only the warm, flickering light from the kerosene lamp beside them dancing over her features. He dipped his head down to let his tongue work at her sensitive breasts, sucking with open-mouthed kisses until he left pretty little marks on her perfect, untouched skin. Ominis’ lips never left hers, pouring all his devotion into every kiss he left on her neck, her cheeks, her lips, every tender little bit of exposed skin he could reach that made her breath hitch in her throat.
The feeling of Ominis’ erection pressed against the small of her back, and Sebastian’s against her inner thigh drove her insane. She bucked her hips, a pathetic array of pleas spilling from her lips that would’ve left her embarrassed from the neediness in her voice if she wasn’t utterly drunk on lust at the moment.
“Where, hm?” He asked softly as his hand trailed over her thighs, the smallest hint of taunting in his tone of voice that made her grow even needier. “Here? Is this where you want me to touch you?”
“S-Sebastian, please—” Her voice caught in her throat as his hand hovered over her core, his fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt and pressing against her.
“Tell him to stop and he’ll stop.” Ominis reminded her reassuringly and his voice was so soothing, so grounding in her ear that she almost sobbed from how perfect it all was.
“Don’t stop.” She finally begged, grinding her hips up to meet his hand, desperate for any friction to relieve the ache between her thighs.
Sebastian eagerly obliged, unable to contain himself any longer. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, coming in contact with the wet fabric of her panties. “ Fuck , she’s soaked.” Sebastian marveled at the sensation, breathless. He toyed with her slowly, rubbing the wetness in with his fingertips. “Is all this for us?” He stroked gently up and down the soft cotton, delighting himself with the way her hips sought out his hand, the soft little whines tumbling from her lips.
“Stop torturing the poor girl, Sebastian.” Ominis chastised lightly, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. He loved having her like this, loved the way she writhed against him, loved feeling her lips stutter against his when Sebastian applied a bit more pressure and the pleasure was too much for her to kiss him back properly. He couldn’t help but imagine kissing her while Sebastian was fucking her to the point of tears, to feel her come undone in his arms and swallow every pretty moan she let out.
“Such a mess,” Sebastian tsked as he pulled her panties to the side, his fingers collecting her wetness. “The prettiest little mess.”
“ Please , Sebastian.” She begged, and it was music to his ears. If she was making all these pretty sounds with just his fingers, he wondered what kind of noises she would make when he was buried deep inside her.
“Give her what she wants.” Ominis said mercifully, his hands coming up to toy with her nipples.
Sebastian sank one finger inside of her, biting his lip at how warm and wet she felt squeezing him. None of his filthiest fantasies could’ve prepared him for the actual feeling of her.
“So fucking tight,” He murmured as he placed gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, pumping in and out of her slowly, careful to allow her to adjust to the sensation. Her moans only encouraged him, and he reveled in the way she gasped when he eased another finger inside of her. “I don’t think she’ll be able to take us, Ominis.”
“I—I can take it,” She said defiantly, her head falling back against Ominis’ shoulder as Sebastian continued his slow, languid pace.
“Not yet, darling.” Ominis hushed her, kissing her cheek. 
The feeling of Ominis’ hands rolling her nipples, the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on her neck, the way Sebastian’s fingers curled inside her in just the right spot, it was all too much. When his pace quickened and he brought his thumb to rub tight, little circles on her clit, she saw stars. “Please, please, please, oh God.”
“ Fuck , you’re gorgeous like this.” Sebastian watched intently, wholly infatuated at the way her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. “Eyes open, I want you to look at me.”
She immediately obliged, her fluttering open to meet his. He looked at her as if she were the most breathtaking sight in the world, taking in every little feature and committing it to memory. He made a mental note to get his hands on a Pensieve after this, so he could replay the image of her falling apart so beautifully on his fingers over and over again.
Sebastian’s fingers hit just the right spot and the coil of tension inside her exploded, her entire body trembling as she let out a strangled moan. He didn’t stop until she was writhing away from him, her hands weakly pushing his wrist away from the overstimulation. Ominis murmured praises in her ear the entire time, brushing back the hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks and placing doting kisses to her temple as she came down from her high. 
“Gods, fucking taste her.” Sebastian breathed out as he slipped his fingers out from inside her, bringing them up towards Ominis’ lips. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her head still dizzy from the mind-shattering orgasm, as the blonde licked hungrily from his friend’s fingers, savoring the taste.
It was as if something snapped inside of him and suddenly he was slipping out from behind her, Sebastian quickly taking his place. He sank down to his knees in front of her, his hands coming to rest on her thighs to keep her legs spread for him.
Despite how eager he was to get another orgasm out of her himself, Ominis restrained himself, knowing she was still sensitive and recovering. He adjusted her against Sebastian so that she felt secure in his arms before he leaned down to kiss her slowly, plying her open to him and being mindful of her reactions, making sure he was touching her in all of the right places.
There was a carefulness to the way his lips met hers that made her head spin in the most delicious of ways, a gentleness in the way he trailed his lips down her neck, dragged his tongue over her sternum and then around her nipples. His kisses slowly increased in intensity, his touch becoming hungry and bruising before he sank down to plant kisses along her navel, just above the hem of her skirt.
Sebastian was quiet behind her, as if fully immersed in the sight before him, only the sound of his pants against her ear. She could feel the twitch in his trousers against her back every time she’d moan or let out a breathy gasp. He was utterly enraptured, as if he enjoyed watching her like this, watching Ominis touch and kiss her while she squirmed.
“May I?” Ominis asked, his hands on the clasp of her skirt.
“Yes.” She nodded, semi-conscious of the fact that she’d probably agree to just about anything at this point as long as it meant they kept touching her.
Ominis slid her skirt down with a resounding amount of care, her panties coming down with it. His hands came up to marvel at her hips, squeezing the supple flesh as if he wanted to tear her apart. She was so soft , it was maddening, and some part of him wanted to absolutely ruin her.
She was completely nude now, her only modesty lying in her wool knee socks. She probably should’ve felt embarrassed, exposed, insecure , yet she had never felt more secure and comfortable in her life.
“Beautiful, so, so beautiful.” Sebastian whispered in her ear with an awe-struck breathlessness, taking in the sight of her body over her shoulder.
Ominis’ lips were trailing up her thighs from her knees, torturously slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her. He bit the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and chuckled when her hips jolted from the contact. “So sensitive.” He whispered and she could feel him smirking against her skin.
He ran his tongue over everywhere except where she needed him most and it was driving her insane. She wanted to beg, cry, anything in order to relieve the growing ache between her legs from the lack of stimulation. Despite her recent orgasm, seeing Ominis in front of her worshiping every square inch of her body made her insatiable once again. 
Finally, as if deciding to grant her mercy, she felt a soft kiss just on top of her mound, watched him rub his nose against it and groan from the taste.
“Please, Ominis.” She whined, squirming underneath him but he increased the pressure of his hands on her hips to still her.
“I know, sweet girl, I know.” He hushed against her skin and the vibrations of his voice against her made her even needier.
“Who’s torturing the poor girl now?” Sebastian chuckled, his warm breath fanning her ear. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder, his eyes glued to the beautiful sight before him. 
Ominis placed another kiss on her mound, just above her clit and she keened, earning a satisfied groan from both boys. It drove her insane, something about them finding great enjoyment in turning her into a pathetic mess, in watching her whine and beg for them.
Ominis’ hands intertwined with hers, pinning them down to the mattress beside her hips as he finally licked a long stripe through her slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue. “Tastes like heaven.” He moaned, his grip on her hands tightening.
“Well, that’s because she’s an angel.” Sebastian smiled fondly, pecking her cheek. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and he couldn’t help but study her face obsessively. It was truly the prettiest sight he had ever seen, her brows furrowed and her lips parted as a pathetic array of pleas and whimpers fell from her little mouth. 
Ominis was growing more insatiable by the second, licking broader and broader strokes through her folds. He shifted his attention to her clit, tonguing soft circles around the sensitive nub until she was moaning his name desperately, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Sebastian whispered in her ear as he watched her writhe, her legs struggling against where Ominis was keeping them pinned to the mattress. “Can’t even keep still, poor thing.”
Ominis slackened the grip on one of her hands, guiding her hand to his head. When he increased the pace of his tongue on her, she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling on it. He groaned in satisfaction at the sensation, desperate to bring her to climax soon, concerned that if he kept this up any longer he’d be finishing in his pants.
“Ominis, please — oh, God don’t stop.” She moaned, her hands holding his mouth pressed against her cunt. He had never experienced a greater euphoria than this, his fingers digging into her thighs so roughly he was sure he would leave marks.
“So fucking perfect,” Sebastian moaned against her skin as he planted searing kisses along her neck, leaving marks all over her skin. “Cum for us, just like that, God — that’s it,” His hands kneaded at her breasts, rubbing over her sensitive nipples until she was a mess. “Our pretty girl.”
She reached her peak with Sebastian’s encouraging words in her ear, her wetness dripping down Ominis’ chin, and he savored every drop, lapping at the evidence of her climax hungrily. He didn’t pull away until she was pulling at his hair and pleading, overcome with pleasure. She twitched from the aftershocks as he finally came up to kiss her and he couldn’t help but smile against her lips, the taste of her on his tongue.
“You’re better than I could’ve ever imagined, do you know that?” He whispered, overcome with satisfaction at her soft little pants, at the way her bare chest heaved underneath him.
She gave him a soft, pleasure-drunk smile, barely able to form any coherent thoughts, much less words. She was on cloud nine, utterly high from the endorphins, a languid, syrupy mess in between the two boys who were still kissing her softly as they eased her down from her second orgasm.
They wanted to coax a third, fourth, fifth out of her but could tell by her inability to even thoroughly keep her eyes open that they had probably reached her limit for the night. Their focus was completely on making her feel as safe and cared for as possible, at earning her trust and confidence, thus they knew they had to take this slow. There would be other opportunities to leave her thoroughly sore and fucked out, that they were sure of, but tonight wasn’t one of them.
The boys shifted her until they were laying on the bed on either side of her, their arms wrapped protectively around her. She barely had the energy to move a muscle, but she decided to force herself anyways, eager to return the favor from all the care she had received tonight. 
Her hands came into contact with Sebastian’s belt but he quickly stilled them, pulling them up to his lips to place soft kisses on her knuckles. “Not tonight, love.”
“But I—”
“Another time.” Ominis assured her, his lips brushing over her bare shoulder. “Rest, darling.” 
“But you didn’t—”
“So concerned,” Sebastian chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and caressing her cheek with a feather-light touch. “We’ll survive, I promise.”
She settled back against the pillows reluctantly, sandwiched between the two boys. Ominis pulled the covers over the three of them and she had never felt more loved than she did at the moment, listening to Sebastian’s heartbeat as she rested against his chest, Ominis pressed flush against her back as if any personal space between them would be unbearable.
Ominis traced soft patterns over her arms, reminiscing in the feeling of her soft skin on his fingertips. Sebastian was of a similar manner, his thumb brushing back and forth on her hip bone. 
“There’ll be another time then?” She whispered sometime in the stillness of the aftermath, just before she let sleep overcome her.
“Oh, certainly.” Sebastian answered quietly, his arms around her tightening. “Or did you think we were letting you go after this?”
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screaminglygay · 5 months
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KINKTOBER day 6
pairing: shapeshifter!maria hill x fem!reader
summary: someone flirts with you and maria can’t tolerate it.
warnings: pet play!!!, smut!!!, maria has a penis, blowjob, slapping, dirty talk, swearing, praising, addressing reader as “mutt, puppy, bitch”, not proofread, if anything else - let me know and I’ll add it
word count: 1.8k
an: this was short and so is my free time these days, I hate work and ughh, so sorry I’ve been inactive my life is just falling apart rn, so enjoy this smut <3 thank you for all the support! 💕
(Italics = your thoughts)
!MDNI!
Enjoy this spooky seasons and be safe!
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"What is a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" A blonde lady asks you.
"Oh, I´m not here alone, my girlfriend is just in the bathroom," you smile at the girl, who is curently too close to your liking.
"Well if she´s in the bathroom, then we can have some fun, before she comes back." The girl touches your hand.
"Oh, no. No, thank you." You take a step away from her.
"Come on, don´t make a big deal out of it. Just a little fun, it won´t hurt you."
Before you can say anything, you feel a hand on your waist, that squeezes you very tightly. You know who it was, even if you were in a coma, you would recognize the touch.
"She said no, so get lost before you gonna get hurt." Maria says firmly as she dugs her nails into your sides.
"You are the girlfriend?" The blonde lady tilts her head and chuckles at Maria´s words.
The next thing you see is your girflriend basically dragging you out of the bar and the blonde girl on the ground with bloody face. To be honest she was asking for it, no is a no and that´s it. And you said it many times, so you are not really sorry for her.
"I can´t believe you." Maria mumbles as she opens the door for you, something she always did.
Early in your dating you once opened your door and she made you go back inside the car, so she could open the door for you, since that... you never open the door.
"You can´t be two minutes alone, god. You just have to be whoring yourself out, huh?" Maria finally looks at you. You sit in the car, not knowing what to say to her. "You´re not gonna say anything?" She slams the door and sits in the driver seat.
"I wasn´t whoring myself out-" you try to explan.
"Oh you weren´t? Look at you, you´re tits are basically out, you have this look in your eyes that says you wanna be fucked-" Maria scoffs, "I can´t believe you, honestly. You want the attention, right? You´re just so fucking needy, you can´t be a second without someone wanting you!" Maria starts the car and the rest of the ride was silent, the engine's gentle hum is the only sound breaking the silence that surrounds you both.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Maria's hands on the steering wheel, her knuckles white with frustration. Her jaw is set, and her brows are furrowed in a deep scowl. You steal a quick glance at her, but her gaze is fixed firmly on the passing scenery, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.
You are screwed.
The radio remains off, a stark contrast to the usual joyful flirty conversations or catchy tunes that fill the air during your car rides. The world outside blurs as you both stew in your own thoughts, the miles passing.
Every so often, you look at her, the anger in the air grows so thick that you can practically taste it. You feel a weight in your chest, an ache of regret, and the unspoken words hang heavy between you. You consider breaking the silence, but Maria's demeanor warns you to stay quiet.
As the car finally pulls into the driveway, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the car ride has come to an end. However, the tension between you and Maria remains as thick as ever. She opens the door and then comes to your side, doing the same as always. Both of you make your way into the house.
Once inside, Maria turns to you, her anger still very visible. Her voice is sharp and cold as she says, "Go to the bedroom." Her words hang in the air, heavy and laced with authority.
Nervousness washes over you as you obey her command, knowing that this is far from over. You make your way to the bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence in the house is broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the distant noice of Maria´s action in the kitchen.
As you enter the bedroom, you can't help but wonder what will happen next. The tension in the air is almost unbearable, and you know that a storm is brewing.
Maria enters the bedroom, her expression still heavy with anger. She takes a deep breath and finally speaks, her voice tight and controlled. "We need to talk."
You nod, a lump forming in your throat as you prepare yourself for the conversation you've been dreading.
"Your behavior was unacceptable, and it embarrassed me. It´s just... I´ve spent so many weeks on training you and yet it was all for nothing." Maria speaks firmly.
You lower your gaze, feeling a sense of remorse for your actions.
Maria looks at you with this drive in her eyes. "I don't want to hear any apologies, not in words at least. I want you to show me that you're truly sorry."
You meet Maria's gaze, not really knowing if you´re alowed to say anything.
"You need to prove that you´ve learnt something. I need to see that you respect me, our relationship, and our rules." Maria firmly says.
The weight of her words sinks in, and you know that regaining her trust won't be easy, but it's something you're willing to work for. You´re staying quiet.
"You are allowed to talk, speak mutt." She is proud of you for following one of the rules.
You nod, "I understand, Maria. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I´m sorry."
"Good. Then we'll start with the learning again, and you'll have to earn back my trust." Maria says while moving closer to you.
As you watch her, you know that actions will indeed speak louder than words.
"Strip and take on your collar. You´ll be sleeping in your kennel tonight-" her words make you protest.
"But-" You whine, but she slaps you.
"You were saying something, mutt?" Maria holds your chin with a strong grip, her nails digging into your face.
Shaking your head quickly, was your only answer. It was some time, since you´ve slept in the kennel. When Maria met you, she knew you would be her good puppy, that she will train no matter what... and she did.
You were always so good for her, some punishments in the early days, but now? You were her precious little puppy, who did everything perfectly and you got rewarded for it. So it was a win win situation, till now.
You didn´t want to make her even more mad, so you did as you were told and got naked, took your collar and kneeled next to the bed. There was no chance she would let you on the bed right now.
Maria smiles as she watches you thinking in your head, what you can and cannot do. "Good, puppy. See? It´s not that hard to be good."
You didn´t do anything wrong today, at all, both of you know it, but Maria loves this type of game, and she knows very well, that you will play it too.
"I was thinking, mutt. Maybe you should get a little reminder, who owns you, because I feel like your little brain is too occupied with the thought of being fucked," she grabs your hair. "That you don´t care who will be the one fucking you." Maria yanks your hair and whispers in your ear, "I bet you´re dripping already."
You take a deep breath, as you know that tonight will be along one.
Maria´s hands cups your pussy. "Of course you are. You´re such a bitch in heat, you would let her take you there, right on the bar, right?" She´s mad mad right now.
"NO! I wouldn´t!" You know you don´t have the permission to talk, but you need to now, you need to show Maria, that you didn´t care about that girl. "I didn´t care about her, only you!"
"You´re forgetting who owns you, you´re forgetting your rules, I´m spoiling you too much now..." Maria slaps you again. "I can see it now, you´re a spoiled bitch." She sighs. "I don´t think I gave you permission to speak. So... use your mouth for better use."
As you try to take Maria´s pants off, you notice that she´s packing, you didn´t notice that before the club, maybe she took it right after you came back home.
But when you take off her pants you notice that it´s not a strap, it´s a real dick. Your eyes widen at that sight. But you didn’t have time to think about it into the depths.
"Go on, suck." Maria brngs your head to her crotch and you immedietly open your mouth.
You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Maria letting out her moans. You tease her a little with your tongue and she immediately responds by pushing your head further to her, your nose hitting her lower belly.
You make eye contact with her, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold her in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show her you can do it, so you dive back in, making her moan louder this time.
You can feel her twitch inside your mouth, she is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Maria go feral. "Fuck- just like that, puppy." You moan against her, which sends shivers up and down her spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."
You want to show her, that you are hers and only hers, you move closer to her, her dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to her balls, playing with them which makes Maria cum righ away.
Keeping still so she send her full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good puppy you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Maria says out of breath.
You lick her clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.
You look like a mess, but so does Maria. One of her fingers finding your chin and she wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into her mouth and tasting herself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." She makes you stand up. "Oh look at that mess you made!" You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "I guess we gonna have way more fun with this ability."
"But- how did you?" You tilt your head, moving your hand to where her dick was a few moments ago, but now it´s just her wet pussy.
"I´ve trained my skills, something you should do too, puppy. So go to your kennel and I´ll think about letting you cum next week."
Maria was harsh, but the orgasms she gives you are worth the wait.
Hehe thank you for reading!:)
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h4venpha · 11 months
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↳ 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒:
chigiri hyouma, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei
cw: !SUGGESTIVE!
the writers block is rlly hitting rn so yall get headcanons instead !!
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CHIGIRI HYOMA
- i cannot help myself when it comes to chigiri being a tease…
- chigiri who comes up behind you and leans in close to your nape, causing you shiver at the intimacy. his hair draping over your shoulder as he presses forward.
- he nibbles at the shell of your ear, letting his teeth press gently against your skin. and you can feel his hot breath over your ear but you cant turn around or run away cause hes got a strong hold around your waist
- and hes pulling away with a breathy chuckle, watching your embarrassed reaction from just that
- chigiri who also likes to bite your tongue when you kiss him..
- you swipe at his bottom lip with your tongue and at the contact, hes surging forward to capture the tip of your tongue between his teeth.
- its not enough to make you bleed, but he bites hard enough to have you panting when you pull away. and hes wiping away at his mouth with the back of his hand letting out another chuckle before pulling you back in. except ths time he goes for you bottom lip
ITOSHI RIN
- rin has a possessive streak because i said so
- he wants to keep you far, far away from anyone who threatens to take you away from him
- borderline TOXIC because of how possessive he acts
- what better way to establish youre his and only his than leaving bite marks everywhere?
- hes practically on you like a rabid dog as he marks up your neck whether it be bites or hickies
- he wants everyone to see the deep bute marks and dark red bruises when he takes you out the next day. proudly and unashamedly possessive over you even in public
- bites over each side of your nape and hickies littering your collar bones, he loves tasting your skin on your tongue knowing that itll leave a mark
- and when they start fading, hes quick to give you fresh ones
ISAGI YOICHI
- isagi’s biting problem is definitely a guilty pleasure
- he first thought it was creepy the furst time he felt the urge to bite you. eyes raking over the soft skin on your body and he has this urge to have you in between his teeth
- (i headcanon isagi loving body worship/nsx🔥)
- hes kissing up and down your arms all the way to the tip of your fingers and hes holding back the urge to just bite
- its a private thing for him to do, he only does it when hes alone with you and hes feeling affectionate. call it possessiveness
- not even hard, just a little nibble. but he gets embarrassed, he thinks its strange and kind of creepy that he wants to bite the one he loves
- but when he asks with a deep blush on his face and you simply say its okay, youre not leaving til he gets his fill
- hes not a hard biter. he likes to nip at your skin just enough to make it sore when you touch it later. and he doesnt even think about that you might be sore later, he wants to bite and thats exactly what hes going to do
SHIDOU RYUSEI
- “youre so cute i could eat you up!” but in a very literal sense
- an action for affection from him, he thinks its sweet and he likes how you get grumpy because it hurt
- he likes to bite you literally anywhere. his favorites though is the soft place between the base of your neck and your shoulder
- coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while resting his head down on your shoulder. and he just— bites you. teeth scraping lightly against the soft skin just to get a reaction out of you
- when you whip your head around and tell him to quit it, he only slyly smiles, seeing the embarrassment creeping up your face
- just like chigiri, he loves doing it just to see your reactions, how far can he go before youre chasing back for more?
- and 100% hes holding back. hes got a deep desire to just bite down and leave red teeth marks everywhere on your body.
- but he sticks to playful nibbles along your shoulder while his biting problem only brews more, waiting for the day you let him completely devour you
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f3l1x-2222 · 2 years
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Slashers with a s/o who randomly kisses them throughout the day.
NOTE: s/o is genderfluid(just bc of how I write we go with they/them pronouns rn) there may be fuck ups to the characters reaction sorry I’m rusty at this 😭, s/o is shorter then all of the slashers in this, height reached all their chests.
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Michael Myers
At first Michael is a bit confused with the random kisses that they would give him, just watching them go on with your day afterwards. Like, what was the reason???
It would annoy him a lot at first. He’s literally cutting up a body stop trying to kiss him
Sometimes Michael will kiss back just to get you to stop, because thats why he thinks they were doing this
When he realizes Thats not why you were doing this, he thought he fucked up sometime before
“What did I do.”
“Nothing, just wanted to kiss you.”
When he does get use to it, he’s on his guard to when they’re going to kiss him, so if they don’t that’ll confuse him once again.
He wont like kill his s/o if they don’t kiss them, but he’ll probably pester them about the entire kissing thing.
If they don’t kiss him for a whole day, he’ll probably try to brush it off but then ask if he did something wrong. It’ll mess with his mind for a bit
Like, why’d you do this on a DAILY then stop??
Michael had started staring at their significant other from the living room as they continue cooking up dinner. It felt like he was just silently watching them, as per usual. So they just continue on with cooking, something they didn’t realize though was moments later Michael had gotten up and out of the living room. So the moment they finally finished cooking the food up and went to plate it, his said significant other came face to face with Michaels chest. Startled, they look up to Michaels face only to be already met by Michael’s face already.
“Oh god..well hello to you too Michael.” They tried to brush it off with a smile and a weak laugh. Trying to get up, Michael held one of their wrists as he kept his gaze on the person in front of him. Feeling like they did something wrong they looked into Michaels eyes with confusion.
“Uh..did I do something wrong?” No answer. Just Michael holding them there. Thinking. And before his s/o could reply, Michael did the honors and kiss them before just walking away back to where he was. Leaving his lover in pure confusion.
“What the fuck Michael.”
Brahms Heelshire
Oh Brahms, Brahms, Brahms.
You know this boy would be begging for kisses left and right, kissing you back every single time.
Yes, at first Brahms would be hella fucking confused as to what he did good to get this reward on a DAILY LIKE- D A Y M
“Another one? Please?” “I’ve given you 8 kisses within two minutes, I think you’re good.”
He’d randomly kiss his s/o in return of them doing it to him, and his excuse is that they influenced this to him.
Not gonna lie he’s one of the slashers who would make the random kisses into a full on make out session, why? Because just their kisses alone would rile him up.
If they ever just stop one day on the daily kisses thing, Brahms will whine none stop about it. I mean, they got the man invested of course he’d whine about it.
Its apart of both his significant others schedule as well as his from the day they decided to start doing it.
Brahms waited patiently, sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen area. His porcelain mask just covering up the impatient side of him as he waits from them to finish doing the dishes. As they hum away the awkward tension, they also by the end of their dish washing session had spotted Brahms. With a quick smile they turn their heads back to the sink, leaving Brahms with a frown.
“Kiss?” Brahms mumbled out, gripping the ends of his cardigan sleeves as he hears them chuckle and see a nod. “Of course, just once these are left to dry.” Now he’s excited. He watches their every move up till they turn around.
His lover had tilted his porcelain mask up, just enough for Brahms’s lips to show. They kissed him on the lips, smiling after that as he continued on their day. But soon enough Brahms leaped up with his mask off, kissing his significant other all over. You cant imagine the rest <3
Stu Macher
Oh god this guy gets so fucking into it, like INTO INTO it
Stu will remind them everyday with just a tap on his cheek or his lips, telling them to give him more
Bro wouldn’t even give a fuck at first, like okay you’re clingy- till he realized he can make it a full on make out session.
He is the NUMBER ONE slasher who would take advantage of it and have it be his way of telling them how much he loves them.
He’ll gaslight you into giving him more in a row.
If them, Stu and Billy aren’t in a relationship together, he’ll rub it in Billy’s face 24/7
But if they’re are in a relationship with Billy and Stu he’ll make sure to do it MORE and make sure he gets more kisses from them then Billy does.
“Stu, stop telling Billy how many times I kiss you— he’s gonna bug me about it so much.”
“Your fault for starting it.”
Another day at school, another day of annoyance from Stu to Billy. His significant other had left multiple kiss marks on their cheek, leaving lipstick all over that spot. Leaving Stu all jittery and overall happy. In return he kisses them on their lips, making sure to look at Billy as he does.
“Alright Stu, I have to go. Be nice to each other alright?” They ask him, getting rapid nodding from Stu as a yes. Smiling, they hug Stu for a bit before really leaving. After he fully knows that they’ve left, Stu looked back at Billy and smiled. “Betcha that your significant other doesn’t leave that much physical affection on ya, don’t they?”
“Oh wait,” Stu soon paused, looking up at the ceiling before looking back at Billy. The hugest grin had spread across his face. “You don’t have a significant o-” Stu was cut off by Billy punching him in the stomach to make him shut up.
“Don’t rub it in, bastard.”
Billy Loomis NSFW!
For this male genitals were added just because. I don’t think Billy would risk getting in the trouble for having sex in the girls bathroom 😭🙏
Genuinely wouldn’t give a fuck. This man would somehow know they were like this.
Like, it’s fucking Billy LOOMIS for damn sake.
He’d take this and turn it into an excuse to make love with them after school if they did this at school. I’m not joking
If anything, this man would do a quicky in the bathroom making sure he did it hard enough to make their legs weak and quivering the rest of the day
“God the things you do to me.”
You remind him of a puppy in a way, not wholesome way but in a sexual way. No further explanation, just. No.
He’d do the same thing Stu would do to him if they were dating Stu.
It’s funny how many times he’ll just look at stu while making out with his significant other, flip him off then slap their ass.
“God Billy- I have class in two minutes!” “Okay? That sounds like a you problem, doesn’t mean I’ll stop just because you have class.”
During the last hour of school, Billy had dragged his significant other in an empty bathroom stall, kissing them all over the neck. Occasionally looking up at them, seeing the arousal in their eyes as they gasp for air. All pent up in the pants, both of them of course.
“Ngh..god Billy please..I have to get back to my class,” They begged their boyfriend, trying to look him in the eyes as he squeezed the rims of the cold, metal of the toilet. Billy have no response before unzipping and pulling down both his partners pants and...Panties?
Yes panties. It was part of a dare. No explaining is needed to do, but just know. It was a drunken dare mistake.
“God..you really did wear them.” Billy started at the panties and soon let out a chuckle. Smirking as he soon kissed the inner parts of his partners thighs, holding them in place. “Oh fuck..we might as well just go home..I can’t just do a quicky with you like this..”
All the rest will be up to you. ♥️
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ferida-kahlo · 8 months
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♡ Hotline ♡
Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader
Summary: You and Mikey have been casually seeing each other for a few weeks. After a late night text from him, you make the drunken insomniac executive decision of calling him back. Naughtiness ensues.
Or: the one where you and Michael have phone sex.
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Warnings: 18+, SMUT, M/F. Minors DNI // PWP, P!rn With Feelings. Phone sex, flirting, teasing, sexual innuendos, dirty talking, mentions of oral sex (m. receiving), masturbation (m. and f.), sexual fantasies, role-playing scenarios, librarian k!nk, mentions of rough sex. // Blink-and-you-miss-it angst, alcohol use, mentions of insomnia, anxiety and self esteem issues.
Word count: 3.8k
Read below the cut OR on AO3
Notes: Reader wears glasses in this - don't look at me like that, it's integral to the plot 🙄
For the history nerds, the quote at the beginning is from the book "Fire from Heaven" by Mary Renault, about the relationship between Alexander the Great and his friend and lover, Hephaestion.
Enjoy! As always, likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated ♡
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His feelings were confused; he wanted to grasp till Alexander's very bones were somehow engulfed within himself, but knew this to be wicked and mad; he would kill anyone who harmed a hair of his head…
… you yawned at the page you’d been reading (i.e., staring at without absorbing a single bit of information), before turning your head to the nightstand and seeing the clock mark 2:49 am.
“Good god”, you whispered, tiredly rubbing your face with one hand, while the other reached for the half-full glass of red wine keeping you company in your insomnia.
Technically, you knew drinking was the last thing you should be doing on a weeknight, when you were having a hard time falling asleep and were expected at work in the morning. But living alone was really not helping you behave like a responsible adult with bills to pay. So, you slowly sip your wine, read your book, and hope that eventually your brain will give up and allow you to pass out for at least a few hours.
Suddenly, your phone lights up with a text. Michael B., it says on the screen. A pang of excitement hits you, and you immediately scoff for reacting so earnestly to a text from a guy you’ve been with (not even biblically, just the daytime coffee dates that people with busy lives manage to pack into a crazy week) for a grand total of two times and less than two hours, overall. Not pathetic at all.
Still, you can’t help but reach for the phone.
Hey, I know it’s late and you probably won’t read this until morning, sorry. Wanna have dinner at that spot we talked about? I can pick you up at the office ;) – M.
You smile, and without really thinking, hit the call button.
He picks up quickly, an amused tone in his voice. “Well, I was not expecting that. What the hell are you still doing up, princess? No work tomorrow?”
You laugh. “God, I wish. I just can’t sleep. Haven’t had one of these nights in a while… my brain won’t shut up, even though I’m so tired I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck”.
“Ooof. That fucking sucks.”
“Yup.”
“Well, I’m glad to be your booty call in this desperate time.”
“Michael”, you laugh so hard you choke on some wine and must set the glass back on the table. “I really don’t think that’s what this is”.
“Oh, no?”, he feigns innocence.
“No…”, chuckling, you continue with the most sultry, mock-seductive voice you can muster “… a booty call is if I was like: Sooo, Mikey… are you, like, busy right now? Do you wanna… come over? I’m aaall alone…”.
You make sure to put particular emphasis on the word ‘come’ and Mike sounds like he is doubling over with laughter. “That was the worst proposition I have ever heard, no doubt”.
“Oh, yeah? Well, you’re officially off my booty call list. I don’t need this kind of negativity in my life.”
“Ah, shit… I fucked up now, didn’t I?”, you swear you can hear his grin from the other end of the line. And see the laugh lines that form on the corner of his eyes when he smiles genuinely, the rare but so cute nose crinkle that makes your belly flutter…
You would love to get a fucking grip, thank you very much, but the wine was making you incapable of keeping a level head in this flirtation.
“Well… all is not lost. Taking me out to dinner is a good start to redeem yourself. If your game is on point tomorrow, your booty call list status might be revised… in the not-so-far future”, you add, suggestively.
“Shit. Now the stakes are on. I gotta be on my best behavior tomorrow, then”.
“I don’t know about best behavior…”. You feel like slapping yourself for your lack of subtlety.
He chuckles. “So… you like them a little nasty, huh?”
You’re glad he can’t see you blush furiously. “Not like that… but I do like a man who isn’t afraid to… take what he wants. Respectfully, of course.”
“Of course… damn, girl. You’re getting me thinking about all sorts of things…”
“Well, you’re the one who started talking about booty calls. It’s technically your fault”.
“That’s fucking rich. I was being a gentleman, sent you a sweet text and all. Not a single sex reference!”, he says, proudly.
“Ok, that is true”, you concede, laughing softly. “Are you still at the restaurant?”
He sighs deeply. “Yeah… paperwork coming out of my eyeballs. I don’t even understand how the hell I organized this mess”. You hear rustling through the line, and imagine the mess of letters, invoices and bills that must be covering his office desk.
“That fucking sucks”.
“Word”. His chair squeaks loudly. “So… what are you wearing?”
You laugh. “You’re unbelievable”.
“What? I’m just trying to keep the conversation light, you know? Nobody wants to hear about my fuckin’ paperwork at 3 am”.
It was subtle, but you could sense something deeper in his words (sadness? self-deprecation?).
“I wouldn’t mind hearing about your ‘fuckin’ paperwork’ at any time of day, Michael”.
The line goes silent, and you fear you went too deep, too soon. Made this weird in record time, wow.
“I didn’t mean it like… I meant if you want to talk to me about your shitty day, you know, you can, but I don’t want you to be uncomf-”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I get it… thank you for that”, he says, softly. “Maybe some other time. Right now, I honestly just wanna forget about this for a little while... I was really pumped when you called”.
“That’s okay. Really?” You smile, relieved.
“Yeah, really. So… wanna make a guy happy and tell him what you’re wearing?”
With a chuckle, you concede. “Well, nothing. I’m in bed and I sleep naked, so… yeah”.
There’s a heavy pause. “Holy shit. Are you for real?”
“Um, yeah?”
“Jesus, fuck… baby, you can’t say stuff like that and expect me to be normal about it”.
You grin, having just decided that, actually, you wanna play dirty.
“Who says I want you to be normal about it? Besides”, you throw back, suggestively, “I hardly think a woman can be held accountable for what she says after four glasses of wine on a Thursday night… naked and alone, in such a big bed…”
“Now, see, that was a much better pitch for a booty call than the first o-”
“I’m gonna hang up.”
“No, no, no, I’m sorry”, he laughs.
“You’re an asshole”. Even as you say it, you’re smiling.
“And you are a minx, lady. Gettin’ a guy all worked up…”
“Oh, my... I don’t know what you mean…”, you whisper into the comforter, now balled up in your fist over your mouth, as if to cover up your blushing cheeks from an invisible audience.
“Oh, I disagree… I think you know exactly what you’re doing”. There’s a note of sarcasm in his voice you find exhilarating. A sudden noise – like a chair squeaking loudly on a panel floor – can be heard from his end. Followed by… a metallic rattle, more subtle but still clear. A… belt unbuckling?
Wait. Is he…?
You grin, amused. “Mr. Berzatto… I’m hearing suspicious noises. What is going on over there?”
A deep grunt. “Nothin’ much, sweetheart. Just making myself comfortable, is all”.
“And how exactly are you doing that, mister?”
“You know… freeing the junk.”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “Well, that certainly helps set the mood”.
“Hm… baby, can I ask you for something? It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna do it… but I figure I might as well shoot my shot.”
You notice you are sitting up very still against the pillows in your bed, holding your breath in anticipation. “Sure… what is it?”
A heavy pause follows. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat itself out of your ribcage, your throat feels dry, and your tongue sits heavy and thick in your mouth, the taste of wine suddenly overpowering your senses. And you are so horny.
“Could you… send me a photo of you right now? Are you wearing those new glasses?”. He sounds… eager, almost nervous with the way he trips over the second question.
Oh. Something clicks for you, then. You smile. “So, you really liked the new glasses, huh?”
“Shit… c’mon, don’t bust my balls about it”, he says, with an embarrassed chuckle of admission.
“I’m not! It’s very flattering, actually”. You hope you conveyed how much you are not making fun of him. However, you hate misunderstandings, and to dispel any that might be going on here, you decide there is only one acceptable solution.
“Give me a minute”, you tell him, determined. You don’t wait for an answer before you drop your phone and get to work.
Meanwhile, Mikey sits in his rusty office chair, in what he thinks must look like a very… undignified position. Cock out, right hand stroking it lazily, slumped back with his jeans barely down his ass, work shirt dirty and stinking of cooking oil, his entire body tense in a mix of anticipation and shame. A part of him can’t help but wonder if you are fucking with him: laughing from the other end of the line, leaving him hanging – literally and figuratively (he chuckles dejectedly at the realization that he still remembers something from high school Lit class). He guesses he would kinda deserve that. What type of freak asks for nudes after two… dates? Do those rapid-fire coffee-grabs even count? He is so shit at this. Anything more than a casual hook-up or a quickie behind a sleezy pub is rocket science for him. ‘Congrats, loser! You just fucked it, yet again’.
Then, his phone pings. 5 photos received.
In the first one, you are lying on your side, in bed, a dim warm light illuminating the scene. He can see the contours of your body clearly, despite being covered by a layer of nearly sheer white sheets. His gaze follows your exposed collarbone, to the silhouette of your breasts – he is sure you purposefully allowed a bit of side-boob to slip past the entrapment of sheets… just for him.
He swears he could stare at the shapes of your body all day and never get tired – or limp. His dick is throbbing painfully, now.
It does not get better when he sees the rest of the photos. Your face is visible, on those. The last two are his favorites. You are laying on your stomach, with the reading glasses on, as promised – except they sit lower on your nose than usual, so that your eyes peak out from over the top of the frames. Your hair is down, tousled and wild like it’s just gotten messed up. ‘Is this what she looks like after…’. You are holding a glass of wine to your mouth – lips plump and lightly tinged red – that detail drives him a little insane –, and in front of you lays a book, delicately held open with your other hand. And in the last photo, the sheets have slipped lower down your breasts, revealing a generous cleavage. You’re staring directly at the camera with an inquiring gaze, biting your lower lip. ‘Come get me’.
“… Mike? Are you still there?”
It’s been some time since you sent the photos (twenty seconds, which your anxiety tells you is actually half an hour), with no reaction from him. Your cheeks heat up, and you suddenly feel very silly and insecure. Are they even… good? What makes a good nude? Do these even qualify as nudes? You’re not showing anything super explicit… they’re suggestive, at best. Is he going to think you’re a prude? God, why is this so diff-
Mike clears his throat. “Yeah, I… fuck. Fuckin’ hell. Holy shit. Sweetheart… these are so hot. Jesus… thank you so much. You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous…”. The last part comes out as a whisper, like he’s starstruck.  
You didn’t know it was possible to get more flustered than you already were. “You’re welcome… I’m flattered I managed to make Michael Berzatto incoherent over some low-res thirst trap selfies.”
“Baby, these are genuinely the hottest pics I’ve ever seen. You look like a hot librarian or something”.
You laugh out loud, triumphantly. “Ah! I knew it!”
“What?”, he laughs along.
“Something you wanna share with the class, Mr. Berzatto?”.
“Fuck, don’t stop calling me that, sweetheart”, he says, sounding out of breath.
“Yeah?”, you whisper.
“Fuck, yeah. It’s just… I’ve got a thing for girls with a kinda nerdy, librarian type of vibe, you know? And when I saw you this last time, holding a book and wearing your reading glasses… I gotta admit, my mind went straight to the gutter.”
Interesting. “Really? What did you imagine then?”.
A pause. “I’m not sure you want to hear it… I don’t want you thinking I’m a pervert or something”.
You sigh. “Mikey, I just sent you near-naked photos of me. We’re having phone sex. We are two horny adults having fun. Besides…”, you switch your tone to what you hope comes across as faux innocence, “… I asked you about it. It is kinda my fault, right? I guess I was kind of… bad”.
“Oh, is that what’s happening?”. He chuckles, as if saying challenge accepted. “Alright, then. When I saw you like that for the first time, this image popped into my head, right? I mean, you looked like a really hot librarian. So, I started picturing you in that scenario, with big glasses and all – just like the photos you sent me… except you had your hair in a cute ponytail, and your lips were even redder with lipstick… and you were wearing fishnet stockings up to your thighs – fuck, you got such nice legs, baby –, and you had a pair of those… what are they called. Uh, kitten heels. Yeah. Fuck, your ass would look unbelievable like that. I mean, it is unbelievable, you know what I mean? When you show up at the restaurant wearing those cute little dresses and skirts, I feel my dick twitching in my pants… that’s how hot you are, baby… that’s how crazy you make me feel.”
His words were streaming out like an avalanche – a filthy stream-of-consciousness. Flash images of all the times you were together pop into your mind. He was always nice and polite to you, if cheeky – that was his personality, after all. You’d never felt disrespected or threatened around him. Maybe that’s why, now that you knew he had been actively thinking about you like this… you were very turned on.
“Too much, sweetheart? You wanna keep listening to this filth?”
“… yeah, Mikey. Keep going. What happened then?”
“Then, I took you to a hidden corner in the library, rucked up your pretty little skirt and ripped your real nice dress shirt open… you know, so I could suck on your tits while I fucked you hard against some shelves. Didn’t even need to rip your panties off, ‘cause you weren’t wearing any. Just lifted you up and slammed my cock right into your pussy… God, you were drippin’ wet for me, and you mewled so sweetly… loud, too. Had to shove my fingers into your pretty mouth to keep you quiet. That’s what I imagined, sweetheart. More or less.”
The crass and vivid way in which he described his fantasy made you speechless. It was exhilarating. Knowing that all those times he had talked to you with a straight face, he had been actively fantasizing about fucking you hard. His words.
“Jesus Christ, Mikey”, you breathe out. “That’s… I can’t believe we had entire conversations while you had a cheap porn flick playing in your head”, you laugh softly, unconvincingly.
He sighed deeply. “See, I knew this was a bad idea… honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit. I guess I’m just a fucking perv-”
“Babe…”, you interrupt him, gentle, but firm, “shut up, please. I’m messing with you. I told you, it’s very flattering that you’re attracted to me. In fact… it’s super hot. Knowing you were having all those dirty thoughts about me while still being a gentleman… is making me feel all kinds of things, right now.”
“Yeah? What kinds of things?”
“Good things, Mikey… I’m so wet right now”, you mewl, the need for release in your core overwhelming the embarrassment you would be feeling otherwise. Without thinking, you kick the sheets away from your body and cup one of your breasts, kneading it and flicking your nipple – a moan leaves your mouth in a desperate plea.
“Fuck”, he whispers, “you got wet over that filth? Jesus Christ, baby. I won the fuckin’ lottery”.
You are burning with desire, and you can feel your pussy throbbing when you finally give in, sliding one hand down and shoving two fingers inside with barely any resistance. “Mikey… I wanna come so bad. Can you talk me through it… please?”
“Fuck… yeah, sweetheart, anything you want”. He moans, then, and you don’t think you have ever been so turned on in your life. Mikey Berzatto, a horny, moaning mess, jerking off in his mess of an office at 3 am… because of you.
Chicago’s Helen of Troy. You chuckled softly at the thought and decided to up the ante. “Baby… do you know what I was thinking when you were telling that beautiful story just now?”
He laughs, voice recked. “What, baby?”
You pout, and add another finger in, increasing the pace of the thrusts. “I wish you had pictured kissing me real hard, while I unbuckled your belt… would you let me get down on my knees for you, baby? I really wanna have you in my mouth, Mikey, like, right now”. Your words come out broken, sentences all messed up – you sound pathetic, but you are so past caring.
“Shit-”, a gasp, followed by a deep breath and the noise of something hitting a surface really hard. “… holy shit. Baby, I imagined all that and a whole lot more – seriously, you have no idea. Hell, if the lady wants to suck my dick, who am I to deny her, uh? Fuck. Would you let me fuck your mouth, baby…?”
You moan loudly at that and realize you need both hands, putting the phone on speaker – fuck the neighbors – and bringing your other hand to your clit, rubbing lightly, but fast. You were so close. The thought of kneeling on the floor, clothes and hair all messed up from Mikey’s hands, lipstick smudged… looking up at him, and watching his composure unravel because of you…
“Hm… yeah, Mikey, I think I would… ‘cause you’re so nice to me… such a gentleman, even when you’re fucking me hard… would you ask me real nice, baby? Hold my face gently in your big hands, while you fuck it?”
“Fuck, baby… I would treat you so right, you deserve everything-”, he chokes up and, for a few moments, you hear a distant cacophony of noises, like he’s put the phone down. Then, he’s back. “Sorry, sweetheart, I need both hands now”, he chuckles.
You giggle, “Me too… you got me so hot I’m fucking myself on my fingers and rubbing my clit at the same time… and it’s still not enough. I need you…”
“Fuck, that’s so hot. You fuckin’ yourself because of me… I know it’s not enough, baby… you need my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes! Mikey… please…”, you howl, completely out of your mind.
“How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Hm? Want it nice and slow? Nah… I think you like it fast and rough, don’t you? Long as I keep kissing you real good, touchin’ you real gentle, all over your body… you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”. How he manages to say such filthy things with so much honey dripping from every syllable, is beyond you.
“Yeah, fuck, baby… it doesn’t matter. I’m so wet already, you don’t need to do anything else, just hoist me up in your arms and pin me against the shelves… and shove it in me”.
You are still holding onto a shred of decency because you blush at your own crass admission – still, there is clearly not a whole lot left, as you start rubbing your clit and fucking yourself harder and faster. “I don’t want you to be gentle when you fuck me… I just need to feel your cock stretch me open… wanna feel the sting of it for days, be at work and not be able to focus because all I can think about is how you fucked me so good-”
At this point, you have no idea if he can understand anything you’re saying, because your words are intercut with moans and gasps and mewls and incoherent babble, as you’re about to reach your peak imagining Mikey’s on top of you, railing you into the bed.
“Baby, I’m gonna come… fuckin’ Christ”.
“Mikey- fuck!”.
Your body shakes and your eyes roll back from the strength of your orgasm. Distantly, your brain registers a broken string of moans and curses from the other end of the line.
A few seconds pass, and you feel yourself coming back down to Earth. You lazily stretch out on the bed, completely relaxed and fucked out. “That’s so cute… we came at the same time, babe”, you happily whisper, a ditsy smile on your face.
He huffs, amused “Yeah… what can I say? I’m a romantic at heart”.
You laugh sincerely. “This was… so good, actually. I’m glad I gave into my instinct and called you”.
“Well, I’m even more sticky now”. You both laugh at that. “But I’m also glad you called… like, really glad. Uh, can I ask you something?”
You notice a shift in his voice.
“Yeah… what is it?”
“I don’t want things to get weird between us after this… Like, I don’t want you to feel like you need to do all these things to get me off. You know what I mean? It’s just a fantasy… I’ll have you in any way you want me. Okay?”
You feel a tightness in your chest, and you wish, not for the first time tonight, you had him right in front of you so you could kiss him all over and hug him.
“Mikey… I genuinely liked tonight. And the more we talk, the more I like you. You’re not the only one who feels like you won the lottery…”.
“Baby… you’re too sweet. Don’t you think you already got me blushing enough for one night?”
“That’s fucking rich. I must’ve gone through all shades of red tonight, because of your filthy mouth”.
“Please. You loved it”, he chuckles.
“Yeah, I guess I did”, you concede, with a smile.
After saying goodbye – and confirming that yes, you would very much like for him to pick you up and take you to dinner later – you fall asleep fast, your mind finally catching up to the pleasant tiredness in your body, a soft smile on your lips.
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frvnkcastles · 10 months
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WATCH THE DAYS PASS ➵ F. CASTLE
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Summary: Stuck in a depressive episode, you can’t get out of bed and Frank is right there to cuddle you through it.
Warnings: Depression, brief mention of suicide ideation, hurt/comfort, cuddles <3
Word count: 849
Author’s note: I’m back! I’ve been feeling really guilty for not posting for a few weeks and the reason why I haven’t is exactly what I wrote about here,, I’m just depressed and trying my best to stay alive instead of throwing in the towel. Could realllllly use some Frank cuddles rn. I promise to try and get to your requests soon! <3
A sigh escaped your mouth as you rolled onto your right side and felt the mattress flex under your movements. Through the crack in the curtains you had kept closed all day, you could see the sun was beginning to descend and welcome night into the city, and an ember of guilt for having spent the whole day in bed burned in the pit of your stomach.
You held yourself to the highest standard when it came to being a functioning part of society. It was even easier to be hard on yourself when you shared a life with the Punisher — while your boyfriend was out getting justice for innocent people, cleaning up the streets of the worst scum imaginable, you were doing what exactly? Laying in bed, neglecting the work that had been piling up on you all week, not to even mention seeing friends, taking a shower or eating. You couldn’t even bring yourself to do that.
In fact, you couldn’t even cry about it. The urge made you choke, but the tears wouldn’t come. You were both overwhelmed and numb all at once and it was a terrible, rotten feeling that you wished would leave you alone with all the little might you had left in you.
”Hey”, Frank’s gruff voice emerged from the doorway, and lifting your disheveled head from the pillows, you looked over to where your beloved was standing and tried to give him a smile. It was far from convincing, but he still mirrored the expression and stepped closer to the bed. ”Okay if I lay down with you, sweetheart?”
As soon as you had nodded, Frank was moving over to his side of the bed, with the mattress taking a dip as he gently laid down next to you. He opened his arms wide for you and you didn’t hesitate to crawl up against him, your head on his chest as he wrapped you in a warm embrace and left a kiss on the top of your head.
You were both silent for a while, but eventually, you spoke up in a meek tone. ”Thank you”, you squeaked, and with a quiet tut, Frank disagreed with your words.
”Don’t gotta thank me, sweet girl. ’M just here to do what I can”, he spoke with a gravelly promise, and squeezing him tighter, you nodded. ”You’ll lemme know if there’s anythin’ you need, yeah?” Frank added, and repeating your nod, you tilted your head so you could kiss his jawline.
”Just cuddles for now, please”, you whispered, and with a low chuckle, Frank ran his hand up and down your arm.
”Think I can do that.”
Peace and quiet ensued again, and you nearly dozed off in Frank’s arms while he drew gentle patterns on your skin, his calloused fingertips feeling like home. For a brief, fleeting moment, you didn’t want to die, you didn’t feel like you were being consumed by the darkness. He, as ironic as it was, was your guiding light and something to hold onto on your toughest days.
”You told me once… yeah, you, uh… you told me you feel guilty when you have a rough day”, Frank piped up eventually, and swallowing at the accurate statement, you waited for him to continue. ”I need ya to know that it’s bullshit. Not that you feel that way, it’s… it’s real, I know. But the part where you think you’re doin’ somethin’ wrong. You hear me? You’re doin’ what you can and there ain’t a single thing wrong with that”, he explained, his usual stern tone mixed with genuine affection and care for you. He may have sounded almost angry, but you knew he wasn’t. He was just… passionate. Yes, about you.
”A part of me knows that. And another, bigger part thinks I’m the worst person in the world for—for not showering, for not cooking, for not doing more”, you sighed. You knew that if there was anyone you could talk to about how you really felt, it was Frank. He never judged, but always made you feel safe and understood.
”Hey, listen to me. You’re survivin’. That’s what matters. Whatever it takes to make it through the day, that’s the most important thing you could be doin'”, he reminded, his voice gruff and low in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. ”Sometimes you gotta take it day by day. Sometimes minute by minute. Whatever it takes, got that? You’re fuckin’ brave. And strong. I adore the hell out of you”, Frank went on, and you tried so damn hard not to cry. He may not have been a big talker most of the time, but when he was, he knew exactly what to say.
”I adore you”, you murmured in return, and chuckling, Frank left a kiss on your temple.
”And ’m one lucky asshole for that”, he rumbled. ”Maybe tomorrow will be better, yeah? For now… just be with me, huh?”
You nodded and lifted his hand up to your mouth so you could kiss his knuckles. ”I would love nothing more.”
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fushigurro · 7 months
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choso x afab!reader, nsfw (18+ only, mdni), stepcest/incest (it isn't technically specified so do with that what u will), modern au, tattoo artist!choso, no pronouns for reader, choso is a smoker, mentions of m!masturbation, oral (reader receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, it's over 2k words i'm so sorry i am incredibly abnormal about him rn. (banner by @/cafekitsune)
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big brother!choso who lives with you in your shared apartment, because why not make it easier on yourselves by splitting rent and bills, especially when you’ve already lived together before? you get along well enough, so it only makes sense. what’s the point in trying to search for a roommate when you have each other?
big brother!choso who still pays your portion on bills sometimes even when you’re not falling behind, but just because he has the extra cash and he wants to. you insist he take your money because you don’t want to put him out or owe him anything (as if he would ever lord it over your head in the future), and sometimes he’ll take it just to shut you up.
big brother!choso who leaves a $50 bill next to your toothbrush in the morning, and you roll your eyes at the fact that he’s so impossible. it honestly turns into something of a competition sometimes; who can force the other to accept their goodwill the most?
big brother!choso who takes a break at the tattoo shop when you show up with food that you bought with the money he left you. he can’t refuse because he’s starving and you always know exactly what he likes to order, so after he finishes his cigarette with that stone-cold look on his face, he mumbles something about how you should’ve gotten something for yourself too. you tell him you already ate, which manages to placate him for the moment, but he still offers you some of his food regardless.
big brother!choso who almost never smiles, but is still incredibly happy to see you in between sessions with customers. dealing with people all day can honestly be exhausting for him sometimes, so he thrives on taking his quiet smoke breaks outside alone. however, he never minds when you're there with him.
big brother!choso who always feels a certain type of way when any of his co-workers or customers make comments about you, whether it be about your looks or your relationship with him. he grumbles and ignores them or tells them to shut their mouths, but it bothers him a little bit more than he lets on.
big brother!choso who barely ever goes out on dates (which he is also often teased for), and on the rare occasion that he does, there’s never any spark. sometimes he does it just because he feels like he has to, and he’s usually uncomfortable and wishing he could leave the majority of the time. he truthfully prefers nights at home where he can watch a movie with you and forget about the rest of the world.
big brother!choso who doesn't really pay attention when girls arch their little backs or wiggle their hips a tad bit extra when they're getting comfortable on his table for a session. they flirt and try to make conversation until his one-word answers and cold silence finally cause them to shut up. he’s a damn good tattoo artist, but entertaining isn’t exactly his forte. he’s simply not interested, and not for any particular reason or anything…….
big brother!choso who gets a little too comfortable seeing your face first thing when he comes home, almost as if you're something more than siblings. sometimes you have food for him, sometimes you're just doing your own thing, but it brings him comfort every time he steps through the door. you're his comfort.
big brother!choso who sits as still as a rock whenever you fall asleep and slump against him during a movie, not daring to disturb your peaceful rest. in fact, it makes him feel important to be the one you’ve trusted to lay your head upon, to offer your vulnerability to. he powers through any potential shoulder pain, not complaining a single ounce, but rather catching himself committing your sleeping features to memory. your nose, your lips, your eyelashes all look so ethereal when you’re leaning up against him like this. he’s just an artist appreciating natural beauty.
big brother!choso who has accidentally caught you coming out of the shower or otherwise indecent once or twice (you live together and share a bathroom—it’s bound to happen sometimes), and who, later that night, bites teeth marks into the back of his hand while quietly getting himself off. he’s been holding it in all day, trying to let it go and force it out of his mind, but to no avail. to spare his conscience, he tells himself it’s some sort of natural bodily reaction (he doesn’t exactly have very many sexual escapades), but he still feels disgusting when he cums to the thought of your body on display because the image won’t leave his mind.
big brother!choso who doesn’t know that your thighs got sticky one time as you watched him prep a girl for her rib tattoo, soothing over the skin under her breast and telling her to take a deep breath in that pretty voice of his. for a moment you understood the appeal and almost wished you were in her place, letting him touch your body and breathe over you, put his ink in your skin and feel the pain of the constant buzz mixed with the pleasure of his presence.
big brother!choso who secretly loses his mind every time you have a date. as per usual, he acts cool and collected on the outside, but he’s worrying about you the entire time, wondering if you’re being treated well, if you’re safe, if this person is planning on fucking you at the end of it. that last part weighs on his mind way more than it should because you looked so very alluring on your way out earlier.
big brother!choso who anxiously awaits your return home and who is a little more than elated to hear that things weren’t completely awful, but were, in your own words, “just meh.” he listens to you explain your disappointment as you nonchalantly dress down into your pajamas in front of him, leaving his face tinted red and eyes trying desperately not to scan your figure. he finally meets your gaze when you walk up to him with a smile and say you’d much rather spend the rest of the evening with him, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist and flopping your forehead against his shoulder. your scent fills his nose in both a calming and arousing way.
big brother!choso who wraps his arms around you in return and feels your rib cage expand against him with breath. he tells you that you’ll find the right person eventually, because it’s virtually impossible for someone as amazing and cool and kickass as you to not land the person of your dreams at some point. whoever it is will be the luckiest person in the world, but he secretly doesn’t think anyone truly deserves the honor of being with you.
big brother!choso who’s not expecting you to look up at him with sincerity in your eyes and lean in to kiss him right after, stealing the faint taste of tobacco off his lips from his last cigarette. there’s also a taste of something so very raw and him underneath it all, coating your tongue when it darts out to try tangling with his. he indulges for a moment, letting every repressed feeling rush to the surface until he finds enough resolve to pull away and catch his breath.
big brother!choso whose cock twitches in his jeans but who has enough sense to say “this isn’t a good idea,” even when it feels like the most perfect idea ever to exist. however, he’s not immune to the sound of your heavy breathing and the way your eyes look at him with more lust this time, silently pleading for him to not take this away from you, from both of you.
“please, choso…” you whisper, nudging at his jaw with your nose, “you’re the only one who can take care of me.” the slow kisses you place against his neck make him shiver and only entice him further, his head spinning with the idea of being your caretaker in more than just one way.
“and i’ll take care of you too, promise. just like always,” you continue, reaching a hand down to feel his hardening length through the fabric. his hips stutter and his breath hitches. “we always take care of each other.”
those words and one last kiss is all it takes for him to seal the deal.
big brother!choso who has suddenly assumed a new duty, tending to your needs because he’s supposed to be the one to take care of you, and he’ll absolutely prove that he can. he doesn’t care what happens to him, what sort of horrible sins will be added to his soul’s resume, all he cares about is making sure that you get what you want, what you need. in his eyes, you can do no wrong; he’ll take responsibility for it all, but for now, he’s going to pour everything he has into making sure you feel good.
he’ll gently place you on your bed with a pair of strong arms, devouring you with a worshipful yet gentle haste in each kiss. he’ll splay large hands across your waist, your belly, your rib cage where your heart beats beneath his palm, supplying you with the blood and life he holds so dear. he admires the beauty of every inch as you’re undressed because he could never make art as gorgeous as you.
big brother!choso who diligently laps at your cunt until you have to beg him to stop because it’s too much and you need more from him than just his tongue; you need to feel every inch of him filling you up because you’re convinced that’s the only way you’ll be able to feel whole. and as much as he loves having your arousal dripping down his chin, he can’t ignore the ache in his cock that makes him dizzy for you.
sliding into you for the first time is like a religious experience. he’s not exactly a virgin but he’s never felt anything like this before, and being able to stare into your eyes as it’s happening only makes him feel that much more convinced that he has died and somehow been admitted to heaven. you’re soaked and taking him in so well, wrapping your limbs around him as he gives a full-bodied shudder at the feeling of your molten heat accepting every inch. he feels both incredibly honored and guilty for being able to feel you from the inside like this.
big brother!choso who’s already panting like a dog just from being hilted in you, and who has to take it slow so that he doesn’t cum as soon as he starts pumping in and out of your cunt. it draws noises out of him that you’ve never heard before, and even though you feel like you’re being split in two, there’s never been a more satisfying sensation. no one has ever filled you so completely, both physically or emotionally.
big brother!choso who fucks you with so much dedication and care that you can’t stop the tears from wanting to well up in your eyes, especially when he begins repeatedly hitting the spot inside of you that makes the room start to spin. he grunts and groans against your neck, pushing his hips into you until he can feel you start to shake. every moan and clench of your walls tells him that he’s doing his job, so he feels a little less guilty about spilling inside of you once you’ve started to cum around his cock.
big brother!choso who kisses you tenderly in the aftermath, trying to come back down to earth after one of the most incredible experiences of his life. he’ll hold you when you snuggle up next to him with your exhausted body, giving him thanks for always being there for you. he thinks nothing of it, really. “that’s my job,” he says matter-of-factly before kissing you on the forehead. and it’s true; he doesn’t expect praise or reward for it, and he’d still take care of you even if you didn’t put in any effort in return.
he’s always done his best to be a good big brother, but now that he’s seemingly made you so much happier, he thinks he must be doing an even better job than before.
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“M I N E”
A/N: this is not how i originally wrote this, but i tried my best to rewrite it as close as it was before tumblr fking deleted it, anyway this was supposed to be a “just a thought” but it’s too long so here’s a short fic that’s actually just a scenario (?. I really hate the title tbh but that’s all i could come out with rn.
Warnings: alcohol effects, drinking, slight mentions of soft smut but nothing happens, swearing
Word count: 857
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The last mission was a success, meaning there was a party going on that same night in order to relieve some stress among us, the soldiers. Levi recently introduced you to alcohol not so long ago, so you didn’t quite know how to handle it nor what your limit was just yet. You decided to have some wine and you started feeling the effects of it, warm blushed cheeks, everything made you laugh, your introvert self becoming more outgoing with every sip.
You were quite popular amongst the male soldiers in the scouts, some of them already were head over heels in love with you, so they took this opportunity and took advantage of your state in the way of sitting next to you, encouraging you to rest your head on their shoulder, they even had fights over who would fill up your cup.
Meanwhile your lover, Levi, was observing from afar his gaze telling everything words couldn’t, the desire to kill all of those fucking bastards if he could was written all over his face, his expression alone was enough to make them shit their pants in fear if they dared to look at him. You both decided that keeping your relationship private was the best decision but he wished, that in this moment, he could let everyone know how your heart belonged to him.
Even in your state you noticed when Levi stood up and left, to his office, you already knew that. Following his steps soon after, not even bothering to knock on the door you made your way to the comfortable looking leather couch, looking at him with half lidded eyes and a smile, he didn’t even bother to look your way ever since you came in but your stare was piercing enough to make him finally notice you. “How are you feeling?” He eyed you before going back to the paperwork in front of him.
He was upset, not at you but to them, he couldn’t blame you for being so perfect every soldier in the scouts dreamed of marrying you. “Mhm, how can wine taste so bad but make me feel so warm and fuzzy huh?” You said closing your eyes leaning back into the cushions. “I damn the day I let you try out alcohol for the first time, you clearly don’t know how to handle it.” He scoffed, furrowing your brows for a second before it hit you, he was jealous. A smirk creeped into your lips as you slowly got up and made your way to his chair, taking a seat on his lap.
Your lips lingering near his ear whispering “are you perhaps… jealous?” Smiling as you noticed his grip on your hip get tighter. “What if I am? I hated seeing them all over you and not being able to do anything about it, you are mine and mine only.” His voice lowering an octave, causing you to clench your thighs together, he was well aware of the effects his voice had on you and he wanted to tease you a little bit. “Hmm you might have to remind me who I belong to.” You were so needy for him, the alcohol on your system making you more emotional and the ache between your thighs worsen, he chuckled softly in response of your actions, “oh and I will, don’t worry. But not today, I’m sorry.” You whined and pouted at him, disagreeing with his decision.
Even though your were conscious enough and aware he was not going to do anything with you if he was sober and you were not, it wouldn’t feel right. “Come on, let’s take you to bed.” He said as soon as he realized it was taking everything in you not to fall asleep on him, due to the effects of the wine wearing off. He carried you bridal style and gently placed you onto the mattess of the bed you both shared. He helped you out of your clothes and placed one of his shirts covering your bare body that was a little too baggy for you, eyes closed not fully asleep yet, “mhm, thank you.” You said, “Anytime” he smiled softly even though you could not see him, soon after your head was placed on his chest as you started feeling his fingers slowly combing through your hair, leaving feathery kisses on your forehead every now and then as he read a book, you knew Levi barely slept, and today was no exception.
Prior to you passing out, you heard a faint whisper saying “I love you” into your hair followed by the soft touch of his lips pressing against your forehead lingering there a little longer than usual, it was such an intimate and loving act from a Levi that he, with time, managed to grow more comfortable in showing you, tightening your grip around his torso in response as you managed to mumble a weakly “I love you, thank you for loving me back.” before finally giving up and allowing yourself to succumb into a deep slumber, who knew humanity’s strongest soldier could be this gentle?
You did.
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hi!! firstly i just wanna let u know how much i love ur posts, you’re very talented n i enjoy ur work a lot !! id like to req a post about how jude would be when taking care of his s/o when they’re ill (i’m sick rn and its all ive been able to think about today lol) tysm in advance !! take care <3
you tiptoed quietly out of your room, trying your best to avoid drawing any attention to your movements. it felt like walking in a lion’s den, any noise and you’d immediately be noticed.
your eyelids felt heavy, your throat was itchy and your nose was stuffed, but you really wanted to make yourself some tea with honey and maybe grab some snacks. you were supposed to rest, drinking loads of water and staying in bed, but you really wanted to finish your essay, feeling restless at the thought of the deadline nearing.
“what are you doing?” a stern voice appeared from behind you, your plan of staying unnoticed going down the drain.
halting your movements, you turn around with a sheepish smile on your tired face, looking at your boyfriend whose body leaned against the kitchen doors frame. “hey, jude.” you greet him, eyes never leaving his face as he steps closer to you, arms on each side of your body, kind of caging you between the kitchen counter and his body.
“so?” he questioned again, tilting his head. his gaze was quite intense, you note, feeling nervous at his closeness.
“i wanted to drink some tea?” your answer sounded more like a question, fidgeting with your fingers and lowering your gaze to avoid his.
jude clears his throat, leaning back and crossing his arms infront of his chest, his eyebrows were drawn together, “babe!” he begins, voice laced with frustration, “i told you to tell me! you gotta rest, y’know.”
“but, jude, c’mon i’m bored! laying all day in bed with nothing to do exhausts me more than working.” you argue back, hands dancing around the air as if to highlight your point better.
“mum told me you need to rest.” jude reasons, grabbing your shoulders to lead you back to your bedroom, hands slightly massaging your tense muscles while he was at it. “i’ll get you your tea, babe.”
rolling your eyes, you sit down on your bed and look up at your boyfriend. he seemed pretty serious about his job as your caretaker, going as far as to ask his mum about how to take care of you, looking up recipes for all different kinds of soups and refusing to let you do any work, insisting that you should be resting as much as you could.
“shouldn’t you be at training?” you ask, leaning back on your hands, watching as jude lits up some candles that were in your room, mumbling something about setting the mood right.
“told them that there’s an emergency.” he replied, smiling at you. “can’t let my baby be all alone at time like this.” he comes up to you again, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.
“jude, that’s too much! you can’t skip practice because of this.” you scold him, face showing your disapproval clearly, “‘ts not even serious, just a mild cold.” shaking your head, you get up and walk to your desk to grab your laptop.
jude watches you, eyes narrowed, as you walk back to your bed and lean your back against your many pillows. “what are you doing?”
“working on my essay.” you shrugged. if you can’t do anything at all, you might just finish that annoying essay.
“nah, put that back, babe.” jude moves to take your laptop away, but you act fast and turn your back facing him, shielding your laptop from his hands.
“jude, please.” you plead, sighing. jude stemmed his hands on his hips, looking at you before he also sighed.
“fine, but you’re not leavin’ this room, ‘m bein’ serious.” he comes to a decision, watching you as you happily nod.
as you continued your work, jude went back to the kitchen to make you some tea and get you your snacks, talking to his mum on the phone at the same time to complain about your behavior, hoping she’d back his point up, to no avail, though, as she also believes that jude is slightly exaggerating.
you giggled at the sight of jude concentrating on bringing your tea, beverage filled up to the brim. he looked really cute and made you feel grateful for his presence and concern for your well-being.
“you’d make a good house-husband, you know?” you point out as he cleans up your desk.
“oh, shut up.”
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strawberry margs (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)
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a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual, yada yada.
happy belated labor day, y'all! tip your servers and thank your union reps.
(my union is on strike rn and, while it is ass, I'm very grateful for the people who are working hard to secure a better future for all of us. wga strong!)
summary: a totally normal labor day cookout with no big announcements whatsoever.
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"Hey!" Pedro is slightly out of breath, flushed from the cocktail and the dry heat. Sometime in the fifteen minutes he's been gone inside the house, a tiny sombrero-on-a-headband has made its way onto his head. 
He plants a kiss on your temple, slinging an arm over your shoulder; the man gets a little possessive, after a couple drinks, but not in an unpleasant way. There's a pitcher of pre-mixed margaritas on the picnic table, and only a thin finger of the same drink left in his plastic cup. You squeeze the hand that now rests on your right shoulder. 
"Are you having fun?" 
Truthfully, yes. Parties usually aren't your vibe, and you'd been nervous about this one, for some reason. Had expressed as much to him, beforehand.
Oscar and Elvira usually host in the summer, the little patio attached to their apartment far surpassing anyone else’s outdoor space in the city. No reason at all to be nervous— you were just here, for the 4th of July, alone, kindly invited while Pedro was still filming in Morocco. (And oh, how the summer had changed.) Had been here almost every weekend since then, while things were shut down. 
But, this was the first party since… well. Since you’d put a ring on it, so-to-speak. 
The social etiquette of the whole thing has you flummoxed. Are you supposed to tell people? Is that annoying? Do you just not say anything? Wait for them to notice? Take the rings off and break up so you don’t have to do this at all? 
Ultimately, these are Pedro’s friends, so it’s been Pedro’s call. Not that you communicated that to him. Which might have been a mistake. Regardless, you’re deferring to him, despite the pit of stupid anxiety it left in your stomach leading up to the party. 
Not that you’re not proud of the ring, either. You couldn’t be fucking happier. Social anxiety is a tricky thing, apparently. (You might have way, way overthought all of this.) 
“Yeah,” you smile at Pedro, shaking cobwebs of shitty thoughts from your brain. “Yeah, this is lovely.” 
Another kiss, this one soft on your lips. He tastes a little fruity, some kinda flavored syrup in the margaritas. You’d accidentally opted for an IPA that tastes like ass, so you’re just carrying around the can as a prop. His fingers are sticky from something, you discover, as he licks them clean.
The arm around your shoulder steers you towards the long picnic table, around which most of the party is gathered: the hosts, and a few extended family members you’ve definitely been introduced to, before. Sarah is here, with Holland, which is a nice surprise. The kids are deep into a game of corn hole, in the small grassy area. 
You settle at the table, folding chair pulled flush against Pedro’s. A large hand palms above your knee, exposed below the inseam of your shorts. The sun is warm on your skin, fingers wet from the condensation of the can you’re pretending to nurse.  
“— the AMPTP doesn’t know what they’re talking about,” Holland is saying, from where you’ve entered the conversation. 
Oscar’s brother, whose name you should know by now, laughs. “Been four months now, though,” he shrugs. “You think someone would’ve budged by now, but—“ 
"Woah, woah." From his perch on his wife's lap, Oscar points, looking scandalized. “What the fuck is that!" 
Pointing, unexpectedly, at the ring on your finger. 
"Uh." Pedro's looks sheepish. 
"You're joking!" A hand dramatically clutches his heart, while Oscar swoons against Elvira. "I'm wounded. Sarah, did you know about this?" 
Across the table, she raises a glass, mockingly. "I picked out the ring." 
"That's not true—" Pedro begins to protest. 
"—Sorry, I forced him to make a fucking decision because he'd been agonizing over three options for like a month." 
Pedro shrugs. "I wanted it to be perfect," he says sheepishly, "sue me!" 
"No, no, backup," Oscar says. "I don't care about the rings. I can't believe you didn't tell me!" 
"I can," Elvira offers, "you've got a big mouth." 
He groans. "It's not like it was a secret!" 
Loud interruptions from across the table. "It was absolutely a secret, that's the whole point!" 
Oscar throws a hand up. "You already act like you're married, is anyone surprised about this?" 
"You were surprised." 
"I was surprised you didn't tell me! Wounded, frankly. Irredeemably. To the core." 
"Are you done?" Sarah rolls her eyes, squeezing Pedro's shoulder affectionately. "About damn time, but we're happy for you." 
She gestures at Oscar. “Yeah, yeah, we’re happy for you.” 
“With feeling this time.” 
“Guys,” Pedro interjects, “I wasn’t keeping anything from you. It happened two days ago!” 
He launches into the tale, eggplants and double-rings and all. The hand stays planted on your knee, and you take advantage, laying yours on top to thumb over the band on his ring finger. Someone tops Pedro off, and you reach for a sip— strawberry, you determine, is the marg syrup. You’re not really listening, but you lean back, content to watch him retell the story. 
The next time he kisses you, as the sun sets into the Brooklyn skyline, you taste like strawberries, too. 
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food for thought xh catches you reading a smut about them and they do exactly what the smut says and more.
OMG HOW DID I NEVER THINK OF THIS OMG IM WRITING SO FAST RN ✍️✍️✍️✍️
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XH REACTION
Catching you reading smut about them
Pairings: ot6 x fem!reader
Warnings: smut
A/N:: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY BUT I HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT
Genre:fingering, oral (fem receiving){o.de} choking (?) {Junhan} oral (m receiving) {jooyeon} collar {jungsu}
Gunil
-you were in your bed late at night. Gunil was on the other side of the bed facing his back to you as he snored quietly. You bit the tip of your finger as you continued to read the fanfic about him. Yes, you were going delulu for your own boyfriend, kicking your feet and blushing while you scrolled through. The fanfic was rather suggestive and slowly turned more and more smutty as you continued to read.
You felt your cheeks heating up as you imagined him doing this to you. Hitting all of the most sensitive parts of your body, his soft hands running along your body. The main theme of this fanfic was him experimenting with you. Specifically using a vibrator on you for the first time.
Just then the lamp next to your bed clicked on. You rolled over and saw Gunil now sitting up. Did you somehow disrupt him?
"Your still awake?" He said as he rubbed his eyes. You look at the time on your phone and notice it's 1 am.
"I guess I am..." you sighed as you still thought about the fanfic you were just reading. "That shirt looks good on you," you gestured to his white shirt before sitting up with him. Your phone still unlocked.
"Thanks," Gunil chuckled in his sleepy voice, "you do look sexy but you shouldn't be wearing your bra to bed like this," He sighed. "It's not good for you," he said as he held one of your hands, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"I know I was just...hoping maybe you'd take it off," you said as you snuggled next to him.
"What?" He sounded genuinely confused.
"I thought we'd have some fun tonight but I-I don't know," you laughed awkwardly and shrugged. Gunils eyes then fell upon your phone.
"What are you reading?" He said as he picked up your phone innocently. You panicked as his eyes scanned the phone. "Oh~" he smirked as he continued to read. Your face turned red and you tried to snatch the phone out of his hands but he lifted it out of your reach. "You're dirty~" he smirked.
"Gunil stop!" You cried as you tried to reach your phone. He then set it aside and pinned you to the bed.
"Do you like role-playing?" He asked with a little smirk.
"W-What?" You blushed.
"Because I think it'd be fun to reenact that little story. Make it a dream come true," he smirked as his hands went up your stomach seductively. "Maybe a wet dream,"
Jungsu
-the fanfic that was presented before you was world-changing. Jungsu in a collar. Like a cat. But not in a weird way. But in a weird way. You were home alone reading your kinky fanfic by yourself while you touched yourself. Your fingers teasing yourself as you rolled them up and down your folds. That was until Jungsu came home. He opened the door with a smile.
"Y/N-ah! I'm home...." his jaw dropped as he saw you pleasuring yourself. You blushed and closed your legs. He closed the door and set down his bag. He sat next to you on the bed.
"Jungsu?" You blushed. He hadn't said a word since he walked into your room. He crawled on top of you and you covered your face with your phone. He picked up your phone and looked at it, expecting porn or something but he was surprised. A fanfic. About him. He was intrigued by the prompt.
"So you want to see me in a collar?" He asked with a smirk and set your phone by your bed. You blushed but didn't answer. "Lucky for you, we have one. Wait here princess," he told you to stay as he got up and left the room. A few minutes later he came into the room with a collar on his neck with a chain. He gave you the end of the chain, which had a handle. You blushed as he started taking off his clothes. He was so obident and just accepted his fate.
"Now what?" You blushed as he took off his pants.
"Now you take control of me," he grinned as he laid down.
Gaon
-Gaon put his chin on your shoulder as you were through scrolling your phone. His arms secured around your body. His soft, half-opened eyes, followed your screens movements. He then saw a notification. Something from Tumblr. He pretended his eyes were closed when you looked at him but he opened his eyes right after you opened the notification.
It was the next chapter of the fanfic you were reading about...maybe your own boyfriend. He was just on tour right now and this little sip of delulu medicine was what you needed.
His eyes followed every line as the story got more and more intimate before there was a full on sex scene in a car. You looked over at Gaon to find his eyes opened, he was fully awake. His jaw was on the floor as he stared at your screen.
Your jaw also dropped when your eyes met his. You turned off your phone, set it to the side, and covered your face with a pillow. Your cheeks grew hot and embarrassed. He crawled over to you, still without saying a word, and hugged you. Nuzzling his nose into your neck. You set the pillow down and looked at the floor.
Gaon leans back and tilts his head. His hand reaches out and he kisses your cheek.
"Don't stress about it. I know how lonely you get~" he teased as he hugged you from behind. "Is that how you like it?" He asked while playing with your hair.
"W-what!?" You said shocked by his reaction.
"I noticed a lot of praise mentioned in the fanfic along with a specific position. I'm curious if that's what you prefer in bed?" He smiled innocently as your cheeks heated up.
"W-well I guess so..." you blushed.
"Then let's try it," he sat up and took off his shirt. Once again you were shocked by his reaction.
"Right now?" You said as you sat up.
"Why not right now?" He smiled as he held your waist. "I know you want to~" he smiled cutely and you rolled your eyes, caving into his charms.
O.de
You should've known you'd get caught. You were reading late at night while o.de slept after a long day of practice. You could hear him breathing calmly but you, on the other hand, were freaking out. You were reading a very dirty fanfic of o.de, basically smut with no plot. You rubbed your thighs together as you bit the tip of your finger as you read. The fanfic was centered around seungmin eating you out and it had you craving your boyfriend even more.
After his practice today you were hoping to have some fun with him but he seemed so tired you just let him be. That was until now. You were so horny you felt like ripping your hair out. You then decided to roll down your pajama shorts and slide your middle finger down your folds as you continued to read. You then felt O.des hand on your thigh. You jumped and turned to him.
"I-I didn't know you were still awake," you blushed but O.de just hushed you softly. His eyes were half-open and he looked like he had just woken up from a 300-year-long nap. His hands went between your thighs as he shifted in the bed sheets. "S-seungmin...what are you doing?" You blushed as his lips got closer to your aching pussy.
"You're horny," he said simply.
"Y-Yes but you're so tired," you said worriedly. He groaned in his groggy voice. He pushed one of your thighs up and he licked up your folds. You jumped and felt your legs jump.
"I don't care. You taste too good," he chuckled and you could feel his breath against your sensitive clit. "I want to get drunk off your cunt,"
Junhan
Junhan's head rested on your thighs as he played his acoustic guitar. He always loved to lay on your squishy thighs and play his guitar with you. He was in his own world so you decided to do some reading. About...your boyfriend. You couldn't help it. When you opened Tumblr the first thing you saw was a fanfic of Junhan and the cover and prompt looked so good.
The fanfiction's main theme was choking. But not like to the point where the reader couldn't breathe but more as a place for Junhan to rest his hand as he pounded into you. The fanfic was very well written and contained a lot of stuff that TURNED YOU ON. including hair-pulling, cuffs, and so much cum.
You then noticed Junhan's guitar stopped playing. You then noticed his eyes on your phone. His cheeks were a bright pink and his eyes were wide. You blushed and pulled your phone away. "I..." you didn't know what to say. He then put his guitar on the edge of your bed and leaned forward, pinning you to the bed. He tilted his head, his long dark hair going through his eyes. You blushed and hid your face.
He lifted up his hand and looked at it.
"Do you really like being choked?" He asked curiously as he looked at the metal guard on his finger. You blushed and nodded.
"To an extent," you looked up at him as you felt your thighs rub together subconsciously. He chuckled as he noticed what you were doing. He then put his hand around your neck and the other went to the waistband of your pants. You jumped and Junhan grinned. One of his long cold fingers slid down your folds. You moaned louder than you wanted to admit.
"And I thought I was sensitive~" he smirked as he inserted a finger that had a metal guard on it. You jumped as the textures of the ring stimulated your walls. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and Junhan looked at you through hooded eyes. "Such a pretty little slut,"
Jooyeon
You sat on your bed while Jooyeon played his bass guitar on the floor beside you. Unbeknownst to him you were reading the most vile fanfic to exist which was about him. He looked up at you innocently with his circle glasses and hair messily tied up. Your cheeks were pink and Jooyeon got suspicious. He worried that maybe you were cheating on him.
He visibly pouted but you were too busy reading about him fucking you senseless. That was until you had to use the bathroom. You turned off your phone and got up to go to the washroom. While you were gone Jooyeon did what he swore he'd never do. He picked up your phone and opened it. Your lock screen was a photo of him. He smiled and blushed but remembered his goal here. He unlocked your phone and saw the fanfic.
The first words he saw were "Yes, Mommy ~" and his face turned bright red when he saw his name after it. He continued to read on and found out you were a very kinky girl. You then opened the door and Jooyeon jumped.
"How do you read this without getting a heart attack when people enter the room!" He shouted as he turned off your phone and threw it on your bed. You blushed and he covered his mouth.
"We're you reading-!" You said as your jaw dropped.
"I-I thought you were texting another guy and I know I shouldn't have but I checked and then I...yeah," he blushed and tucked his legs behind him. You slapped your forehead. "You're into very different stuff than I thought," he said without looking at you as you stood in front of him. You stood in front of him with a hand on your hip. I'm sorry he bowed to you in respect before he looked up at you to see under your skirt.
You frowned at him and raised an eyebrow. He sat up and moved back before hitting in head on your bed frame. "Ah-" he groaned as he rubbed his head. You kneeled down to him and grabbed him by his shirt kissing him.
"Get on the bed," you said straight forward. He blushed and got on the bed. You pinned him to the bed on all fours. His arms were above his head and his hair flowed out. His glasses were crooked as his big eyes looked up at you. You noticed his boner and you grinned. Your hands went to his belt and he jumped.
"P-please be gentle," he blushed as you undid his jeans and pulled his boxers down to his knees. He blushed and squirmed beneath you. Once his length was free you licked all along one of the veins. Jooyeon whimpered and covered his mouth.
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