#more from the strain than the pleasure 🤭

[spidey-webz]

Bucky with a praise kink. He was treated and spoken to so poorly for so long that being told he’s doing a good job and making the other person feel good would make him go crazy 🤭

A/N: THIS!!! I feel like he’d be so much into giving and receiving praise!! i went a little overboard here but enjoy!!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: praise kink (mainly bucky), use of pet names (doll, sweetheart), fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, teasing if you squint, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Words: 1.1k

You were lying spread out before him. Bucky had been taking his sweet time with you today, considering you were both able to stay home for the weekend. It had started with innocent kisses on the couch while you were watching a show together, but things had quickly moved to the bedroom.

He was kissing along your inner thighs, the feeling of his stubble against your skin sending shivers down your spine. His blue eyes found yours as he briefly glanced up to your face. “M’going to make you feel good, doll,” he whispered against your inner thigh as he made his way closer and closer to your exposed core. His breath was warm against your folds as he finally reached where you had wanted him for the last half an hour.

His tongue pressed against your folds, his eyes still staying focused on yours as a smirk crept onto his face for a moment. Bucky’s blue eyes seemed to burn into yours and you couldn’t hold back a moan when his tongue started to move in circles around your clit. He took his time at first, the movements consisting of slow rotations around your sensitive spot before he hooked his arms under your knees, keeping your thighs tightly in place. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

His words were enough to pull another set of moans from you, paired with his lips around your clit and the feeling of his tongue between your legs. Your hands took a tight hold of the sheets underneath you, taking in a deep breath and attempting to push your hips up. You needed more of him. More.

“So good…” you mumbled, biting down hard on your lip when he flicked against your clit with his tongue a little faster. His finger was poised against your entrance and you wanted him to fill you.

“Please, Bucky…” You didn’t have to beg for long and his finger slipped between your warm folds. It filled you nicely and he curled it just the right way, brushing over the sensitive spot inside you. “Feeling so good…” Your words were nothing more than a mumble but Bucky understood them well enough.

He wanted to hear more of that.

His name slipped past your lips over and over again. He was pushing you closer to your high with every soft brush of his finger against the spongy spot inside you. Bucky's tongue was still circling your clit, your body overwhelmed with waves of pleasures. But you still felt empty and you wanted to feel him fill you with his cock.

"Need more," you whimpered. Your boyfriend chuckled against your middle, his deep voice rumbling against your core. "Of course you do, doll," he whispered, placing one last kiss on your sensitive nub before he pushed himself off the mattress, moving upwards and hovering above you. Your fingers moved over his strong chest as Bucky looked down at you with a smirk.

His cock was sitting heavy between your thighs as you pushed your hips up a little, desperate for some kind of friction. Bucky took his left hand to gently press your waist down onto the mattress again. "Patience, sweetheart." His voice sounded strained and you didn't doubt that Bucky had a hard time holding himself back as well.

His lips found yours again for a moment and you sighed softly, hands making their way into the man's short hair. He repositioned himself a few moments later, the tip of his cock slowly easing into you. That alone made you moan quietly and Bucky remained careful as he eased himself completely into you. When he had himself buried to the hilt, his face disappeared in the crook of your neck as he just took a moment to enjoy the feeling of having you wrapped so tightly around him.

Your own lips found his cheek, then his earlobe, teeth grazing over his skin before you gently whispered into his ear. "You feel so good inside me, Buck. Filling me out so well." Bucky lived for the praise you were giving him, just urging him on to give you the pleasure you deserved. He shuddered on top of you before he started thrusting slowly.

His movements were slow but precise, your nails digging into his back as he placed kisses along the side of your neck. "Shit," you whimpered when he eventually picked up the pace, rutting against you. "Fucking me so good." Your praise was urging him on, his metal hand sneaking down and angling your leg up a little, his thrusts reaching deeper now. His grip on your thigh remained strong, metal fingers digging into your soft skin while soft moans were leaving Bucky's mouth as well.

"Who's always making you feel this good, doll? I want to hear it again." Bucky's voice was breathy and deep against your ear, the weight of his bodies pressing yours into the mattress as he was fucking into you over and over again. Your legs were starting to shake, your orgasm approaching with every second. His teeth took a hold of your earlobe, gently tugging on it as more whimpers left your own mouth. "You. Only you, Bucky. No one fucks me like you do."

"Good girl."

His movements grew more erratic, his free hand taking a hold of the pillow next to you as he chased his own orgasm. "I'm so close, Buck," you warned him as the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened, getting close to the point of bursting. He was hitting just the right spot inside you, filling you out so well as your soft walls clenched around him with every new thrust.

"You can let go, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake in my arms." Bucky pushed himself up a little, trying to get a closer look at your face. He always loved to see the fucked out expression in your face, the bliss filling your eyes whenever you came around him. Oh, and how he loved to feel your entire body shake underneath him as your orgasm crashed into you like a ruthless wave.

It took you just a few more thrusts before your nails dug into your boyfriend's strong back, legs shaking uncontrollably as your climax washed over you. Bucky was close too, his lips parting slightly as he tilted his head back for a second, his cock spasming inside you as he painted your walls white.

His lips were quick to find yours in a desperate, but gentle kiss as you let the pleasure run through both of your bodies, desperately holding onto each other.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #bucky barnes headcanons #winter soldier x you #winter soldier headcanons #bucky barnes fic #bucky x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fanfiction

[carnivorousyandeere]

Quinn is my daddy 🥰

So true… she’ll never let you forget it, either~

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

It’s all too easy for Quinn to pin you down, pick you up, leave you breathless and light-headed. She’s so much stronger than she looks, and she already looks so damn strong, especially with a tank top and her hair pulled back in a braid, revealing her muscular arms and shoulders glistening with sweat as she works outside…

She’s got effortless swagger, unending confidence. She’ll grin just as easily and smugly whether you fold from the heat of her hungry gaze and beg for Daddy to touch you, or whether she ends up sliding her belt from her waist and looping it around her hand ‘cause you’ve decided to test Daddy’s patience instead.

She can do it all, too… she’s enthusiastic about pleasuring you, using you, like it’s a sport, and she’s training to go for the gold.

Licking and sucking at you like she can’t get enough. And maybe she can’t, she’ll keep going until you push her off, or until you cry…

Riding you nice and slow, letting you feel the way she squeezes around you and grinds against you so pointedly, or riding you so hard and fast you think you might break…

Spreading you open on her skilled, calloused fingers… sliding her strap into you, her thrusts steady in rhythm and force until you ask for more… she’s practically got the stamina to last for days.

#Quinn would use riding Darling’s cock/strap as a thigh workout… going so slow until her muscles are trembling #more from the strain than the pleasure 🤭 #and still have the energy to grin down at you and ask for just one more round #oc Quinn #yandere farmgirl #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

[rafeysdoll]

request request request!!🎀

rafe x reader fucking in the bathroom at a random party after she said he’s not paying attention to her!!🤭

you had entered the party with bloated confidence. having blasted your favorite it girl songs in rafe’s truck, wearing a matching pink set. a frilly skirt that gave a tease of your ass pairing nicely with a cropped top that showed perky tits, your strawberry perfume scented skin barely covered.

but within an hour or so, you’d return back to him from your little girlfriends with practically half a brain. tipsy and needy.

“daddy..” you pout, bottom lip dramatically popped out more than usual. “miss you,” you tell in a gentle voice, the fruity drink in your manicured hand halfway finished.

“yea.. uh. give me a moment, yeah doll?” he states, counting some money before turning back to a man you barely realized was besides him. “yeah this will cut it, here you go man.” he says before giving a small baggie.

the unknown man walks away with a smile, rafe pocketing the money as he turned his focus to you. “thought i told you i needed to sell big tonight, hm? don’t you want your allowance money or are you okay with not going on a shopping spree this week?”

you whimper, quickly hiding your flushed face in his chest— trying to be careful not to smear any makeup on his shirt for his and your sake. “i.. is it really that bad of a crime to miss my boyfriend?” you mewl, glossy lips still turned into a frown.

“jus’ want a little attention.. that’s all. you won’t even notice i’m here, promise.” you sweetly continue.

as it turns out, your honesty can be as flexible as the rest of your body.

“ohhh fuckkk!” you cry, rafe practically rearranging your guts as he fucks you against the bathroom door, sliding in and out of your puffy pussy with perfect ease. “mmph! soooo good daddy, so good.” you moan, pulling on his hair, jaw slack as endless high pitched moans flow out of your swollen lips.

“mm, this what you wanted? you happy now, you big baby?” his strained voice taunts. every snap of his hips against yours emits loud, proud moans from you. not caring for those who might pass by. “i.. i am happy,” you moan, still unashamed. “thank you.. thank you daddy.” you whimper, fat cock bullying your pretty insides. tits jumping at each rut.

some part of you worried that one perfect bang of his shaft in your hole would have you wake up in your bed— all having been a dream.

“there’s your manners, such a good girl.” he praises, taking in your lips for a sloppy kiss before continuing. “always.. always take it so well, baby.” a smirk reaching his face as he lowers his massive hand down your body, quickly finding your clit to rub— your face twisting in what could only be a mixture of ache and pleasure.

“gotta come with me, alright doll? know you can do it for me. you’re perfect.” his sweet words making your walls slicker. “y-yes.. yes daddy.” you agree, desperate and pathetic. submissive little dummy.

your brain had practically already finished its transition to mush, nothing floating in there but rafe and his dick.

it was only a matter of time before you both came, your cunt squeezing around him with all it’s got, spilling around his base as you felt his warm cum spill inside you. he was careful to pull out of your folds, small whimper at the loss of fullness. gently putting you down. “i love you.” you mewl, emotions raw. your brain still coming back to you as hot cum oozes out.

he moves to wipe a bit, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i love you. did real good for me.”

#tracymbcm #rafe ౨ৎ #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fanfic #rafe fic #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfic #drew starkey fanfiction #outerbanks smut #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks x reader #outerbanks fic #rafe cameron thoughts

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?! Pt.2

preview: You called him your boyfriend? Why would you do that? Draken isn't sure he's cut out to be the boyfriend to Takemichi's precious little sister...

ft. Ken "Draken" Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 9kish... help 🫠🤪😰😵‍💫🥴🤡

W. NFSW 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end 🥹🥹

an. The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it's my favourite thing I've ever written in all honesty, it very much encapsulates how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I've written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it's lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. I'm so very happy to be reposting this piece on this blog to share with yall, it’s literally so important to me <33 and I’m so so happy this is the fic that is bringing back my writing spark! Part 3 will hopefully be even better than this 🙏🏼🤭 Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 

extra note: Listen to “Nothings gonna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <33

tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork and @shoyosdoll bc you've been such a supporter of this fic hehe <33 i hope you love part 2 as much as part 1 <33

“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?” 

There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary. 

“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.” 

“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call. 

“You good, dude?” Mitsuya piped up, his own voice a little muffled due to a sewing needle between his lips but nothing like Draken’s. 

“Oh yea, fuckin peachy–” Draken breathed in response, his huff coming out as a soft laugh when a bit of sweat started to roll down his temple. 

If he was being honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to the call, how could he, when you, Takemichi’s precious little sister was underneath him, sprawled out and trembled as his cock drilled into you at a steady pace. You were biting down on your bottom lip so hard, Draken swore that blood would free itself soon from the delicate flesh, your eyes screwed shut as your pretty chest bounced with each thrust of his hips. You were trying so hard for him to be quiet, just like he instructed as soon as he picked up the phone. The attempt was adorable, considering how vocal you usually were for him. 

But Draken was twisted, he knew that deep down, so he just couldn’t help himself when he angled his hips just right so his cock head would jab right into that gummy sweet spot within your walls. You yelped, pleasure shooting up your spine, only for the sound to be cut off by the smack of Draken’s free palm clamping over your mouth. 

“Who has a girl over~?” Baji piped up, suddenly very much interested in the conversation. Draken laughed shallowly into his receiver, his hand tightening up along your jaw as he continued to ram into the spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t even control your babbles when he did this, an endless stream of whimpers and sobs being muffled into his palm as you held onto his wrist for dear life. 

“Gotta go, Text me what time I needa be there–” Draken didn’t wait for a response from his friends. Instead, he hung up quickly, abandoning the device somewhere on the bed. When he released the hold on your mouth you whined at him, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 

“K-Kenny, Kenny please– Please–!” 

“So fuckin loud pretty, all the damn time,” Draken says it with a grin, easily manhandling your thighs over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper. He presses a kiss to your ankle, right beside the anklet he bought you as your pussy flutters so desperately around his cock. 

“O-Oh! Please, Ken–!”

“Please what?” Draken grunts, his hips slapping up against yours ruthlessly now as his release comes dangerously close. He knew you weren’t far behind. Had learned your signs very early on. Your toes would curl, your eyes would get foggy, chest stuttering. Your pussy would milk him so tight and leave rings of arousal on his cock. 

And he loved every second of it. 

“Wanna cum, needa cum again–!” you pleaded with him, nails digging into the muscles of his flexing biceps. He nodded in agreement, his own voice becoming hoarse due to the sheer squeeze of your pussy. Although his pace started to get sloppy he still fucked into you, one hand slithering between your sweaty bodies in order to massage ruthlessly at your clit. 

“Go on then, cum, make a fuckin mess f’me gorgeous.” He breathes, licking his lips when you throw your head back with a cry. The mess you make on his cock is breathtaking, arousal squirting from your used hole and dousing his hand, wrist and abs. He swears under his breath at the borderline painful grip your pussy has on his cock when you finish, one final thrust allowing him to spill ropes of cum right up against your cervix. 

Draken’s trembling when he falls onto his elbows over you, his breath coming out a bit shaky as his cock still twitches within your walls in the aftermath of both of your highs. He starts pressing wet, opened-mouthed kisses along your neck and face to help you come too, a soft chuckle leaving his lips when you whine softly. 

“You okay baby?” His voice is a whisper, and as the energy slowly comes back to you he smooths his palm over your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye to pick up leftover tears. You nod, one of your trembly hands lazily dragging through his black locks of hair. “Mhm, m’good, Kenny. Help me sit up?” He does, one big palm on the back of your neck to help you to sit up against the headboard. 

He presses a smooch to your lips before easing himself out of you, both of you wincing softly from the loss of contact. It’s only when he pulls out completely and his softening cock falls against his thigh that he realises just how big of a mess the two of you made of yourself and the sheets. It makes him swell with pride, a grin slowly curling on his lips. 

You’ve come a long way, from the sweet girl who was just learning to cream on his cock to the messes you’ve made on his bed on the daily. 

“M’gunna get a cloth.” He says, handing you a glass of water and your phone as soon as he stands to keep you occupied. His muscles are still a bit tingly as he stands, arms stretching up and above his head as he heads towards the bathroom. 

“Nice butt!” You call out, making him snort softly as he stands before the bathroom mirror. He can’t help but admire the marks you’ve littered across his neck and chest, the cute little bruises reminding him of the shape of your puckered lips. He then examines the nail marks you’ve left along his forearms and shoulders, some of the red pathways breaking in the middle to show little droplets of blood. Lastly, he sighs dreamily at the sheen of your arousal that coats his pelvis, a ring of white still layered at his base. 

Man knew he was in heaven. 

When he came back to the bedroom after tidying himself a bit, as well as with a cloth in hand you were on the phone with someone, giggling into the receiver and looking up at Draken with a playful glint in your eye. 

“I’ll actually meet with you later, m’with my boyfriend right now~” Despite the way your giggling increased and you squealed to your friend about how you’ve mentioned him before with such excitement, Draken was anything but that. 

His chest tightened up, crease forming between his brow. Boyfriend? When did that become his title? 

“Kennnnnny~” You snapped him out of his thoughts, though his brows stayed furrowed. “Hurry! The mess is only getting bigger over here.”

One hand was planted on the mattress as he gently wiped the dampened towel over your pussy and thighs, your hand coming to cover his, making him pause in your tracks. “Shouldn’t scowl so much, handsome.” You murmur it gently, thumb gently smoothing between his brows in an attempt to fix the crinkles there. “You’ll get wrinkles~”

“You called me your boyfriend–” His voice was blunt, which took you by slight surprise. A little pout formed on your swollen lower lip as you subconsciously squeezed at his wrist. 

“Well, yea–”

“We haven’t talked about that.” He was still being blunt as ever, so much so it almost startled you, made you feel much smaller under him as he sat up on his hunched, throwing the soiled cloth into the laundry bin. 

“I-I know…” You simply muttered, chest started to feel tight as you watched just how serious his face had become. He was tugging his strands of black hair into a low bun when you sat up a bit more, fingers gently brushing over his chest. “But I just thought, thought that we were together…”

And it wasn’t wrong for you to think that way. Ever since that first night at Draken’s apartment the two of you had been secretly hanging out. You went out to restaurants, and the local arcade took his bike to the mountainside and watched the sunset. The two of you had bought little things for one another, like the gold anklet that sat pretty on your ankle and the hello kitty keychain that was currently attached to his bike keys. You even made sure to turn off your location so Takemichi couldn’t see just how often you were having sleepovers at Draken’s place. 

You two did the things that couples did together. You two did the things that you saw Takemichi and Hina do on the regular. Dare you even say, you did things with Draken that he and Emma used to do–

Plus, he was fucking you every chance he got. 

“Well, maybe you shoulda thought about talkin to me about it first before you go squealing that I’m your boyfriend.” His tone was harsher than he wanted it to be, a tone he usually used with his friends but never really with you. It had you suck in a soft breath, suddenly feeling very exposed curled up in nothing but his bedsheets. 

“You don’t have to be so mean–” 

“M’not being mean, I’m being realistic. It ain’t cute to just assume I’m your boyfriend when we haven’t talked about anything official.” He was off the bed now, tugging up his boxers. When you didn’t respond he sighed. “We hang out and fuck around, why do we need to be more than–” 

When he turned around again to look you in the eye his own voice caught in his throat. Your eyes had gotten wide, a glossy layer of tears hiding the usual beautiful shine your gaze held. Your lower lip was trembling softly, fingers clutching onto the covers so tightly he noticed how your knuckles turned white. 

“Hey–” 

“M’gunna go.” You interrupted, the crack in your tone only making his heart plummet harder in his chest. As you got to your feet, his blanket securely wrapped around you he grabbed both your shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t be like that (Y/N), you don’t even have a ride–” 

“Gunna call Michi.” You slipped out of his grasp by tucking yourself out from under his hands, bending to grab at your clothes scattered across the ground. 

“Like hell you are. We’re not telling him about us, remember what happened last time?” Draken could still hear the boy's ruthless comments after that first night, the crack of Baji’s fist against his jaw– 

“Don’t care, wanna go home.” Your muttering had gotten softer, ready to slip into the bathroom and shut the door right in his face. 

“Would you stop being such a brat?” Draken grabbed at your arm this time, tugging it back towards him. He himself hadn’t expected it to be so forceful, the little squeak you released and the falling of tears instantly making him let go of you. You both stared at each other a little shocked, Draken’s breath froze in his throat and his fingertips went a bit cold as you looked at him. 

Teary-eyed, shrunken in. Scared. Were you scared of him? 

Without a word, you finally went into the bathroom, and it was only then that Draken let out his frustrated breath, cheeks feeling hot as he clenched his fists up at his sides. Fuck, what the fuck was happening right now. He hated this nonsense, hated just how frustrated he felt, hated that look on your face, hated that he couldn’t even really understand what emotions were running through his head. 

Why was he mad anyway? Why was any of this really a big deal? 

He used his own phone to call you a cab, knowing you wouldn’t actually call Takemichi to pick you up. You had also gotten an ear full after getting caught, and as much as you trusted your brother, the last thing you needed right now was a lecture. You stayed locked in the bathroom until Draken gave the wood a gentle knock with his knuckles. 

“Cabs here…” He murmured. You didn’t look at him when you walked out, eyes bloodshot and downcast and when slipped past him fully clothed. He watched from the ledge of his bed, jaw set rigid as you so casually adjusted your bag over your shoulder, now a little overfilled with the stuff you had started to accumulate in his bathroom. Something slipped from your fingertips onto his kitchen counter before you made a beeline for the door, Draken only getting up when it closed firmly behind you. 

He approached slowly, that odd feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach seeming to grow, expanding into his chest as he noticed the subtle twinkle on the countertop. It was the anklet he bought you, dainty, gold, shiny, his initials hanging from the small tag. 

“Fuck—!“ His emotions boiled over into anger, face red when his fist connected with the drywall. A crack formed in the white fall, his knuckles taking on a deep purple almost instantly as he pulled his clenched fist back to his side. Instead, he let his forehead rest in the dent he just made, thoughts spiralling, making his heart pound in his chest. 

Had he really just done that? Made a big deal over nothing? Put his hands on you? And for what? 

You called him your boyfriend… was that really… so wrong? 

Was he really so set on “not being a sister fucker”, did he really care so much about what the boys thought, what people said about him, that he was willing to let you go? 

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed leaned up against the wall like that, thoughts running wildly through his mind, making it pound. Eventually, when his eyes started to get sore, narrowing down in an attempt to hold back unwanted angry tears he moved back to his room to plop himself down into bed. And he didn’t get up for the rest of the evening. 

It had been a week. 

One whole week since you had left Draken’s apartment, and the two of you had not spoken since. Day three was when Draken caved and texted you, considering you had turned your location off for him so he couldn’t check up on you from time to time. 

“Are you okay? Please, we need to talk.” 

Radio silence. The message was left unread by you. He even sent another the day after, just a quick message but a little more firm than the last. 

“Don’t shut me out like this.” 

And still, nothing. It was killing Draken from the inside out. Each day that passed made him more anxious than the last. Were you okay? Did you hate him now? Were you crying to your brother? Draken couldn’t ask Takemichi about you, cause he didn’t even know you two were a thing in the first place. But every time he saw his black-haired friend his heart would stutter, tightening up in his chest. 

You laughed just like he did. Were you laughing right now? 

Draken had a bad habit of letting things like this consume him. Almost everything seemed to remind him of you or something the two of you had done and it was driving him a little crazy. And all because you had called him your boyfriend. 

All because Draken was afraid to commit to someone again despite his need to do so. All of his friends always thought he was so mature, and yet here he was, working through feelings that were staring him right in the face like some teenage boy. 

He kept his headphones in at the shop, his body hunched slightly on the stool he set up beside the bike he was currently repairing. The music was loud, drowning out not only the background noise but his thoughts that seem to repeat themselves over and over. His brows were slightly furrowed when he lifted from the busted engine only a moment, just enough to wipe away excess sweat that built up on his brow. 

That’s when he caught a glimpse of you. It made his heart pause mid-beat, breath hitching in his throat. He caught the last bits of you as you rounded the corner that led up the stairs, probably in search of Takemichi But that didn’t matter. 

Draken found himself scurrying from his seat, the stool skidding from under him as he was quick to follow suit. With long strides, he made it to the stairs and there you were, hand on the railing, one of those cute little skirts he loved hugging your waist just right. He called out to you, twice actually, quickly pulling his headphones from his ears when you actually turned to look at him. 

“Hey–” 

“I won’t be long.” You simply responded, voice sounding much too sad for Draken’s liking. He noticed how your hand tensed up on the railing when he approached and it made him frown. “I’m just grabbing something for Michi–”

“I wanna talk to you.” He took another step, a tentative one. He hated how your eyes were already getting a little glassy. “Let’s just talk, sweetheart.”

“Don’t wanna talk, Ken.” There was that familiar shake in your tone, the one he had become very aware of. You were just like your brother in so many ways.

His sweet little crybaby. 

“C’mere…” He was on the step right in front of you now, the levelling allowing him to lean down just a bit so his face could be close to yours. You took your time meeting his gaze, fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. “It’s okay baby…” 

“You–” He could tell you were trying to gather your bearings, trying so desperately not to crumble and let the tears fall that were already sitting in your lashes. He was patient with you, scared that if he went in too strong you’d just run off from him again. You sucked in a shaky breath before continuing. “You really hurt me, Draken.” 

He could have hissed, chest getting a little tight. He hated the way that nickname sounded coming from you. 

“I know, I know little love and–” 

“Do you not wanna be my boyfriend? I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you–”

“Then be my boyfriend.” It had been a bit more firm than he expected, your brows set and a little pout on your lips after you spoke it. Had things been a little different, he would have told you just how proud he was of you for standing your ground like that. 

“It’s not, it's just not that simple.” It was his turn to think his words over, lips catching between his teeth as those doubtful thoughts started returning to him. He was right, wasn’t he? It wasn’t that simple because– 

“Why not?” You were being blunt again, words bordering on angry as you sniffled. The first few tears finally fell and Draken wanted nothing more than to wipe them away. 

“Well to start, there’s your brother–” 

“I don’t care what Michi thinks!” You groaned it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna be with you, Ken–” 

“But–” He really hated that he couldn’t seem to find the right words. 

“What are you so afraid of?”  

That really made Draken stop, eyes widening just a bit as he looked back into your teary ones. Your chest was heaving a bit as the silence sat heavily between the two of you. Draken blinked, once, twice, brain reeling over this one simple question. 

Draken had been in many fights, grew up in a brothel, seen blood and gore and sex and a lot of things people shouldn’t see. He wasn’t scared any of those times. So, why now? Why was he so scared now as he looked into your eyes that were basically pleading with him for an answer. 

“I–” His words were shaky, and finally broke the intense gaze the two of you were sharing as he looked down. “I dunno.” 

There was another beat of silence before you continued up the staircase. Draken only looked up when he knew you were at the top, far enough away from him that he didn’t have to feel like your gaze was piercing him. He wished that he didn’t look though, wished that he hadn’t seen that sad smile on your lips. 

He never wanted to see that ever again, not on you. 

“I hope I’ll still be around when you figure it out.” 

Drake wasn’t sure how much time had passed now since he had seen you. The first few days he refused to even think about that interaction on the stairs. That sad smile of yours easily pulls his heart apart and thinking back on it only made him more and more pissed at himself. 

So instead of thinking of you, he filled his time with work. He found himself opening and closing the shop, despite Inui trying to make him go back to their balanced schedule. He took on more projects, burying himself under the weight of grease and bolts instead of dealing with the weight that now sat in his chest.

You hadn’t come back to the shop yet either, he had a feeling you’d never come back. 

What got Draken out of work early one night was a call from Mitsuya. He called twice before Draken reluctantly picked up the phone, the annoyance clear in his tone as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. 

“Ya know m’working–” 

“Well, you sound just delighted to hear from me~” Mitsuya hummed, chuckling when he heard Draken’s grunt from the other end of the phone. Mitsuya was organising threads by colour when he spoke. “Come over tonight?” 

“I don’t feel like partying,” Draken answered back right away. What he meant though was that he didn’t wanna go in case Takemichi was there because then he would only remind him of– 

“It’s not gonna be a party doofus, it’ll just be us two.” Draken made a look of disgust, more so at the insult than anything else. “Just come.” 

“I have shit to do here–” He was trying his best to get out of this, but if anyone could see through Draken’s bullshit, it was Mitsuya. 

“You’ve locked yourself in that damn shop for the past week, I know you can make a little time to go out. Let Inui close tonight.”

“Nah, it’s my night.” It wasn’t.

“Bet you haven’t even showered.” 

“Oh fuck off–” Draken grunted, sniffing himself only because Mitsuya wasn’t there to give him the side-eye. He scowled softly to himself when the scent he picked up coming from his overalls was far from pleasant. “Will you quit nagging me if I come, mom?” 

“Absolutely buddy.” Mitsuya was chuckling softly, rolling in his chair to pull back up to his sewing table. “See you at 7, doofus.” 

Draken wasn’t given the opportunity to snap back with something clever, the phone went dead right away. With a huff Draken resultantly found himself putting his tools away, tucking his overused workbench in its proper corner so he could head off to Mistuya’s. 

But not without a shower first. 

Draken’s hair was still damp when he headed for Mitsuya’s place. With how fast Draken sped his bike down the freeway, it only took about ten minutes tops. Draken lugged a case of beer with him up to the familiar walkway that belonged to Mitsuya’s townhouse. When he opened the door he still had his work glasses on, a lazy grin tugging on his features when he was met with the sight of Draken’s scowling face. 

“Would you look at that, he showered.”

Draken just rolled his eyes, nudging past Mitsuya and making himself at home. The two found themselves quickly situated on the couch, spread out on each end and open beers on coasters. Mitsuya had pulled out his old N64, so the two were currently in a round of Mario kart. The silence had been comfortable between the two, as it usually was until Mitsuay finally decided to speak up. 

“So, what's got you fucked up?” 

“What?” Draken said with a short laugh, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. 

“You only get all solitary like this when something is really bothering you, so–” 

“Nothin’s up, m’good.” Draken simply grunted, which quickly turned into a scowl when Mitusya passed him for first place in the game. “Quit distracting me.” 

“Is it Takemichi’s little sister?”

Draken almost choked on his beer, finally looking away from the screen to look at Mitsuya who was still calm as ever. Only after he passed the finish line did he meet Draken’s gaze, one brow lifted up. 

“What about her?” 

“You were seeing her–” 

“I was not.” 

Now it was Mitsuya’s turn to laugh, a hearty one too that only made Draken’s brows furrow further. He pulled his glasses from his face, sighing out as he shook his head. 

“You think you’re so hard to read, but you’re not.” Mitsuya kept talking before Draken could bark at him. “I know you kept seeing her after that night.” 

“Okay, so?” Draken wasn’t sure why he was getting so defensive, maybe it was because it pissed him off that Mitsuya knew him better than he knew himself. 

“So, did you two break up?”

“We were never together.” Draken simply stated, going to start another round of Mario kart. But as soon as the words left his lips he hated the way they sounded, and now that they were out there, floating around his head it made him grip his controller a little tighter. 

“Oh, you weren’t?” Mitsuya said, that dumb smile of his making Draken shake his head, grit his teeth even. It was Mitsuya’s turn to scoff, tipping his beer back to polish it off. “You are such a fuckin doofus dude.” 

“Watch your mouth man–” 

“Why are ya doing this to yourself?” Draken sucked in a little breath. The silence hung in the air between them a little and Mitsuya rolled his eyes when he saw how Draken’s head tipped slightly to the side in confusion. He continued as he opened up another beer. “Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? You can do commitment, you’ve done it before.” 

Draken felt a little frozen in place, eyes unfocused as he tried to process what Mitsuya had so obviously laid out for him. His heart started to pick up in his chest as he really thought it over, well at least tried to. “Yea, I did it before and look what happened.” 

Flashes of his relationship with Emma were impossible to ignore. How things went from wonderful to terrible so quickly. How the two of them became each other's world so fast for it all to crash and burn. The fighting, the lies, how he was so scared after he lost her but to also lose everyone he loved. His found family was all he had, and if they had decided to up and leave– 

“Sure, it was a bad breakup,” Mitsuya spoke with a simple shrug of his shoulders, looking at Draken’s pained face over the lip of his bottle. “But it didn’t stay bad, did it?” 

“Guess not…” Draken murmured. It didn’t. He didn’t lose his best friends, he didn’t even really lose Emma. After time apart and some growing up, the two had gone back to speaking terms. 

“So, let yourself be happy, dude.” 

“But she’s another little sister–” 

“Yea you have a type.” Mitsuya couldn’t help but laugh, especially after Draken sent his controller flying at him. Mitsuya thankfully caught it, holding a hand up in defence. “Relax! I’m joking… The boys are gonna bug you about it, but Draken, who the fuck cares.” 

Draken slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to really think it all over. He had never been the type to care so much about what others thought about him. He was letting himself get in his head for something that was already over and done with. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, he picked up another beer, shaking his head as he twisted the top off to chug some of it down. 

“I hate you, you know that?” He mumbled to Mitsuya, which only made him laugh out loud in response. He clinked his bottle up against Draken’s. 

“Love you too buddy. You should really make up with her.” Draken eyed Mitsuya over the lip of his beer. “I assume you said some dumb guy shit to her.” 

Draken pouted, mumbling something along the lines of “maybe I did” before he took another drink. Looking down the stem of the bottle Draken sighed softly, thinking of that sad smile on your face. It made him scoff at himself. “I just– I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat her right, as her boyfriend.” 

“Well, she’s stuck around this long, hasn’t she?” Mitsuya started to set up another game of Mario Kart for the two of them as Draken nodded slowly. “I’m sure if she didn’t think you’d treat her right, she woulda left.” 

Those couple words were left lingering in Draken’s head the rest of the evening. Mitsuya didn’t bring it up again, and Draken didn’t dare to. But as he started to pass out on his friend's couch, he had one too many beers to be driving himself home, he really thought over what Mitsuya had said. What he knew was right. 

I’m sure if she didn’t think you'd treat her right, she woulda left. 

Draken chuckled softly to himself, his palm coming up to slap him right on the forehead. The sting made him hiss to himself, but it's what he deserved. He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he wished his brain worked the way Mitsuya’s did. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He spoke, and it was Mitsuya sleepy agreeing with him on the couch beside him that had him laughing all over again. 

He knew you’d be finishing classes up on campus right now, had picked you up and dropped you off many times before to know that you’d be coming out of the big college building any minute now. He parked right out front, his hands dug deep into his pockets as he watched the door. His eyes scanned over many faces, all different kinds, all of them filtering through, onyx gaze trying to lock onto– 

You. 

You were in the middle of giggling, those familiar wrinkles showing up around the corners of your eyes, your pretty manicured nails holding the books you had tighter to your chest. The image made him smile fondly, lips upturned just a little when the two of you finally made eye contact. 

He was more than grateful that you returned the small smile. The darkest parts of him had conceived him; you'd simply walk right by him, or even turn around in the opposite direction. But instead, you excused yourself from your friends, who all couldn’t help but side-eye the older, imitating dude leaning on a motorcycle, dragon tattoo on full display with his hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. As you approach he speaks, unable to keep his eyes off your own. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi, Ken.” Just the way you say his name makes his heart flutter a little. He moves to the side, opening up the small compartment on his bike that’ll allow you to put your books inside. 

“Come with me?” He asks, and the momentary silence makes him feel more nervous than he had in a long time. You could say no, he could have taken too long. You could have already slipped right out of his fingertips and it would be all his fault– 

“Okay.” You simply reply, and your smile doesn’t falter. It stays as you tuck your books away, as he places his helmet on your bread and helps you adjust the straps. You in front of him on the bike just as you had on that first night he picked you up. His hands easily swallowed yours on the handlebars, and before you knew it the two of you were speeding off towards his place. You knew that because the route had become too familiar after the many times he’d whisked you away after school. Your heart was beating fast in your chest like it normally did when you rode on Draken’s bike. It filled you with a type of adrenaline you hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. 

That and the fact that his hands seemed to be holding yours tighter than usual. 

After a couple of sharp turns and uphill roads, you two made it to Draken’s apartment. He gave you your space as you two headed to his room a couple of floors up, his heart seeming to be in his throat. He needed to relax, he knew exactly what he had to say to you, knew what he had to do, and yet as he fiddled with his keys a bit to find the right one that opened his apartment, the familiar scent of your perfume was making his brain a little foggy. 

It was the warmth of your fingers that shook him from whatever haze he was in, the tips of his ears feeling a bit hot as your fingers easily tugged the right key, helped him slip it into the lock. “It’s this one, Ken.” You say it as if your presence alone isn’t making him weak at the knees. 

He just nodded, allowing you in first. Shoes were slipped off and the two of you found yourself in his kitchen. You stood right in the middle, your arms tucked neatly behind your back, hands clasped. He missed the way you used to make yourself at home, grabbing something from his fridge or sprawling out on his couch. 

He wanted you to be that comfortable again. 

“I really needed to see you.” He started, his voice a little hesitant. He cleared his throat, fingers once again in his pockets. He looked everywhere but at you, despite the way he felt your gentle gaze burning into him. “I needed, I just–” He huffed. “I really fucked up–” 

There was your familiar warmth again, but instead, you were grabbing at one of his hands. So easily your fingers threaded into his, and suddenly the weight in his tummy didn’t feel all that heavy as he looked down at you, those wide pretty eyes he had missed so fucking much. “You did kinda fuck up–” You murmur, which makes him huff again, this time with a hint of laughter behind it. “I know I did. I know.”

He pulled you in a little closer, and he was so very grateful that you weren't resistant. In fact, you melted into his chest, your face finding that familiar comfortable spot against his peck, cheek pressed up against where you felt his heartbeat, which was currently pounding in his chest. He sucks in another breath, one hand coming to gently pet your head. “I’m sorry, I’m real sorry sweetheart…” He feels the way you start to tremble and it eats at him, brows furrowing up. “Please, don’t babygirl, m’tryna apologise to you–” 

“Don’t be dumb like that ever again Ken.” Your voice waves and he knows you’re about to cry, but he doesn't stop you from speaking, if anything, your shaky words only make him hold you tighter, a fond smile coming to his lips. “Don’t leave me like that again!” Your voice cracks and Ken has to chuckle under his breath, but there's no bite to his laughter, only fondness. “Next time, just talk to me. I-I know I’m younger and inexperienced b-but I know what I want and that's you–” 

That's when he finally stops you, one big palm cupping your cheek. He tilts your head up, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone before he's pressing a smooch to your lips. You both seem to relax against the embrace, and when he feels a salty tear hit his thumb he swipes it away, lips parting from your just enough so he can murmur against them. 

“I know, lil love. I know.” When your lower lip trembles a bit a smile breaks out on his lips. One that makes the corner of his lips twitch, little wrinkles showing up around his eyes. His hands cup your neck so gently, thumbs pressing up against the underside of your jaw. He murmurs again, this time his words slurred along with your breathy, soft whimper. “I want you too…” 

This time the kiss is desperate, needy. Your fingers turn white at the knuckles when you grip at his shirt, lips moulding against his own. Draken’s tongue is impatient, slithering into your open mouth and reexploring the warm cavern that is your mouth. He huffs when your chest presses flush to him, and with ease his big hands cup your thighs, scooping you into his embrace. Your legs cling to his waist without a thought, the giddy giggle bubbling from your lips and against his own making a bit of blush rise on his cheeks. 

Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet sound. 

Draken tries not to trip over himself as he carries you off to his bedroom, his back hitting up against the door at the same time your teeth playfully tug at his bottom lip. He drops you down and the bounce of your body has both of you a little too excited, Draken’s shirt easily coming off as he tugs it up over his head. 

“Lemme show you how badly I want you, baby.” His voice has already gotten deeper, and as his big hand comes to cup the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss he’s a bit surprised when both your palms press against his chest, pushing him away an inch.

Surprised and panicked. Was he moving too fast, did you think he was just using you in your vulnerable moment? Had he really fucked up so soon again– 

His breath left him in a huff when his back hit the mattress, your body rolling over him. He blinked a few times as you straddled him, palms pressed against his chest and your face heated. He could tell that a flush was working its way up to your cheeks when you looked down at him, your body slowly scooting down from his waist to his hips. 

“No, let me s-show you.” Despite just how nervous you were, Draken could tell by the way you chewed on your lower lip, how your fingers trembled a little, undoing his belt and zipper, his cock still twitched with excitement underneath you an odd sense of pride flowing through him. 

You had come a long way, from the virgin he met all those months ago. He had just been the biggest idiot and here he was, pushing his hair from his face so he could watch how your pretty little hands handled his semi-hard cock with such care. How you looked at him first, batted your lashes when you leaned in and pressed the sweetest of kisses right to his tip. 

“Oh fuck—“ 

Yea, he was never letting you go again, ever. 

You took a deep breath through your nose before taking his tip between your lips, your eyes never leaving his dilated ones. He propped himself up on an elbow, free hand easing the hair away from your face. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forever. Wide doe eyes, hand barely wrapped around his fat base, pretty lips suckling away at his tip. 

“You’re gonna be the fuckin death of me pretty girl.” Draken chuckles breathlessly, and the little glint in your eyes tells him you would have smiled had your lips not been preoccupied. He kept his hand gentle on the back of your head as you slowly took more of him, your tongue flattening out against his underside. His head tilted back in a groan at your steady pace, the warmth of your mouth making his skin prickle with pleasure. His fingers curled in your hair just a bit, enough to hold him back from jerking his hips into you, make you gag– 

He’d save it for another time. 

“Atta girl…” He murmured, chest rising and falling a little faster as you gained your rhythm. Your eyes peaked up at him again, before you got back into it, cheeks hollowing as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible. You reached about halfway, which Draken noticed made your brows furrow up. 

“S’okay, we’ve got plenty of time to make it fit, keep going lil love.” He encouraged, and you listened, head continuing to bob faster, sloppier. Draken could feel your drool dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls and it made him shiver. It didn’t help that your ass was up high, practically swaying like an excited little puppy just to be sucking him off. Swearing under his breath a moment as his balls suddenly felt all too tight, he pulled you off his cock, the pornographic pop of your lips making him grunt, you whine. The string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his cock was thick, and when it snapped onto your chin Draken could feel himself getting lightheaded. 

“W-Why did you–” He silenced your whining with another fierce kiss, and without hesitation you were manhandled back into his pillows, flat on your back. He has no problem working your soiled panties off your thighs, deciding to just tuck the extra material of your skirt into the waistband “Felt fucking awesome.” Your panties are tossed right over your shoulder, a cute yelp leaving you when he hauls both your thighs up, over his shoulders. “But I wanna cum in this pretty pussy.” 

From this position your pussy was split wide open for him, your clit poking out and throbbing from under the hood. He sighed, content, pausing his previous actions to lean in, pressing the softest of kisses right up against your clit. 

“My pretty pussy.” His soft touch is gone, replaced with his burning desire to claim you again. A few rubs of his cock against your slicken folds, along with your drool is enough to get his cock wet enough to slip in. His breathing hitches once his head makes it past the tight ring of your muscles, the squeeze vice-like just from the simple intrusion. 

“K-Ken–” 

“Shh, I know.” He coos, hunching over you. With your thighs on his shoulders, his shifting has you in a mating press, a position that all too knew and is making your head spin. Your tummy folds the closer he gets to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your clit while the other intertwines with the hand you had gripping the sheets close to your head. “S’always gonna be a lil tight, isn’t it babygirl.” 

You’re already moaning in a wonton fashion, eyes struggling to stay open as he rocks his cock head in and out, his thumb working at your nub. When your pussy starts fluttering for him he works in a few more inches, needy sounds spilling into each other mouth due to his lips staying inches away from your own. “Gonna take it all f’me? Be my good girl?”  

You nod, and when you look at him again your eyes have that familiar glassy sheen he’s grown to love. He kisses you right under the eye before with one good push his cock is all the way inside. The sound you make is downright sinful, something between a cry and a mewl and it has Draken’s cock twitching within the tightness of your cunt. It makes his vision go a little stary, the growl he releases vibrating through his chest. 

“Good fucking girl.” The slap of his hips into your ass resounds throughout the room, squelching soon coming from between your bodies. In this position his cock nuzzles your sweet spot, seeming to reach down deep, into parts of you that you didn’t even realise existed, and it quickly has you falling apart, babbles freely spilling from your lips, tears wetting your hot cheeks. Draken is quick to kiss them away, his fingers tightening around yours as he puffs hot pants along your face. 

“D-Deep~!” You manage to squeak, and Draken has to crack a grin, his hips suddenly stopping their brutal pace just so he can roll them instead. That had you gasping, drool spilling from your hung lips as you look up at him with a gaze that's already beyond fucked out. “S’real deep baby, s’good though yea?” 

You nod, fresh tears on your lashes. “Only the best for my baby.” He utters, hips switching back and forth between rutting and grinding. He’s convinced you’ve already cum on his cock, the amount of slick bubbling around his shaft and the tightness of your walls are his hints, but he keeps going, needing to fill you up after so long. Despite your cries, he brings his hand back to your clit, his rubs becoming sloppy. He only releases your hand to cup the back of your neck instead, keeping your foreheads pressed together. 

“Eyes on me, lil love.” You do manage to open your teary eyes, meeting his dilated pupils. “Good, good girl.” His body starts to twitch, broad shoulders rippling and his thighs starting to tremble as his own release quickly builds in his gut. “I– fuck. Baby, I love you, pretty–” 

And despite just how dumbed out you were moments before, those words seem to bring some clarity to your eyes. Your fingers tangle into his sweaty hair, gripping it at the roots for your sanity. The pleasant little laugh you let out and breathe against his lips makes his heart jump against his ribcage. 

“I love y-you Ken, love you so much, Kenny–” 

His climax hits him hard, the full-body chill he experiences making goosebumps rise along his spine as he fills you up. The feeling of his warm, thick cum is enough to have you coming undone right along with him, the sensation being yet another new one when liquid seems to gush past your little hole. It makes Draken’s balls tighten up instantly, the warm splash of your arousal onto his fingers that still gently coax pleasure out of your clit. And he can’t help but grin, a boyish grin that quickly turns into a grunt. “Fuck, fuckin squirtin on me, how cute.” 

He doesn’t pull out, he can’t. He needs to be close to you, keep your limp body tucked carefully underneath him. You’re too far in to even notice the mess, your whines and whimpers dwindling down into soft breaths as he turns to his side, keeping you in his chest. His cock slowly softens in your walls, and even then, Draken’s keeps you glued to him as you both come down, tremors and pants still coming over both of you. 

“Sweetheart.” He murmurs, face nuzzling up against your temple. When he gets a whine in return he holds you closer, careful to ease your face away from his chest so he can cover your tear-streaked face in kisses. “You’re okay, my baby…” 

Draken is usually more responsible than this. Then to let you two doze off without a proper clean-up. But feeling your soft heartbeat against his, your fingers still lost in his hair, your lips pressed right up into the crook of his neck and puffing soft air, he just couldn't bring himself to let go. He didn’t want to let go now, or ever. Keeping you here, wrapped in his embrace, he was certain that you’d be there tomorrow morning too, with that beautiful smile he had fallen stupidly, hopelessly, in love with. 

Fuck it. He was taking on the little sister fucker title with pride. 

“Kenny, your hand is sweaty.” You murmur, trying to hold back your laughter when he shoots you a glare, pulling his hand away from you and dramatically rubbing it along his jeans. 

“Fine, just won’t hold your hand, brat” He grumbles, and that sets you over, wrapping your arms around him mid-walk to press small kisses along his collar bones. 

Draken hadn’t felt this nervous ever, in his entire life (this was a lie, he’s just dramatic as ever). The two of you were only steps away from your place, the same place you and Takemichi lived in together. Everyone was there, the entire found family, and you two were now official…

He was getting flashbacks of the group chat, his friend's ruthless behaviour, the way Takemichi hadn’t talked to him for one whole week, and the sweet satisfaction Baji got when he got one free punch to his jaw for Takemichi’s sake. 

“Maybe we can tell them next week, or over a call. Whattya think lil love,” Draken murmured, his face hiding in your hairline. Your sweet laughter sent that familiar warmth through his chest, and one good tug on his hand had him reluctantly walking back towards the house. “You’ll be fine.” You say with a smile, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “We’re gonna do it together.” 

When you hopped up onto the front step, Draken’s eyes trailed down to the sweet dangling sound that was the anklet looped around your ankle. The gold one, with his initials, right where it belonged. The sight had him calming a little, brows furrowed in the way they usually did when he became focused. “Right, together.” 

“Michi-nii!” You call out once the two of you enter the house, the sound of music and chatter already filling the front entrance. Draken holds your hand a little tighter as if he had been entering a place he’d never been before. 

“Living room!” Takemichi calls out, surrounded by founding members of toman, each huddled around the kotatsu table that was covered in snacks, beers, and cards. Oddly enough the chatter died down as Takemichi was dealing out for another round, a laugh leaving his lips. 

“You guys gonna take this round seriously–” It was Mikey’s elbow into his ribs that silenced him, a little puff escaping his lungs. He was about to complain when his eyes were brought to what everyone seemed to be staring at. 

And that was you, beaming smile and all, with your hand held tightly by Draken’s, who couldn't seem to make eye contact with anyone. 

“Hi Michi~ Hi everyone! What are ya–” 

“Finally.” Mitsuya was the first to mutter, leaning back further into his spot on the couch. “Chifuyu, you owe me 20 bucks, told you they’d come out today.” 

“No fair!” Chifuyu blurted out, grumbling when he reluctantly pulled bills from his pocket. Pah and Peh were the first to start laughing, clinking their beers together.” 

“Wait, you knew? How?” Mikey questioned Mitsuya, who triumphantly took the money from Chifuyu with a laugh of his own. Kazutora was even starting to crack up, hiding his smirk behind his beer. 

And despite all the commotion, Takemichi sat dumbfounded, eyes glued to yours and Draken’s intertwined hands. When he did finally speak, it only made the group that much rowdier. 

“Well, what the fuck is this–” 

“Time for another punch,” Baji said with that signature grin of his, basically hoping from his spot on the couch. 

“Wait wait!” You said, your pout only stirring the pot further. “No one is punching anyone! We’re–”

“We are dating,” Draken said, eyes a bit narrowed as he spoke. “We’re dating, Takemichi, I wanna date your sister, and I’m gonna.” 

There was another round of silence in the room, but it didn’t last, not when Pah mumbled under his breath. 

“Classic sister fucker–”

“Well, you could have at least asked first?!” Takemichi was dramatic as ever, tears swelling up in his eyes at the thought of his precious little sister being tarnished by the big, mean, scary man that was Draken. He let go of your hand then, being just as dramatic as Takemichi if not more so “I did ask, I just asked in front of everyone.” 

“But you’re already dating, have been a while no…?” Classic Mitsuya, stirring the pot and making everyone act up yet again. 

“Now why would you say that you ass–”

“C’mon Michi, I’ll punch him again for you, one good punch like last time–” Baji was punching at the air for emphasis. 

“Sister fucker behaviour,” Peh said with a shake of his head, only making Pah laugh harder. 

And amidst the bickering and nonsense that always seemed to break out between the boys, you took a seat next to Mikey, taking the Taiyaki he had to offer you with a little huff. He noticed the anklet, observant as ever as you rolled your eyes when Takemichi actually started crying, something about you losing your innocence. 

“He’ll treat you right.” You looked at Mikey, who spared you a small smile and a pat on the head. “Draken–”

“I know!” You responded happily, eyeing him as he held Baji back, the nerves he was feeling earlier long gone. You took a bite of the Taiyaki and giggled. 

“I can’t wait to be with him, forever!”

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[528-hotline]

ignoring safe words with matthew 🤭🤭 just asadcssf

also can i be 🍓 anon of its free?

ignoring safe words. with matthew !

warnings | dubcon, rough sex, watersports, squirting, piss, dumbification, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, creampie, ignoring safe words … literal filth :3

word count | 700+

a/n 💌 oh my… well you came to the right person 🫨 yes you can be 🍓anon !! i hope this isn’t too much for you cuz i’m definitely not a sane seokryu… hehe the writing in here is not due to self indulgence, really…. (lies!!) after he kept on posting hot shit even if i was gone here, i think this drabble made it clear that i’m NAWT okay. 😁 my thoughts will stop here i’m sorry hehe (^^) i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

DARK CONTENT ahead ! read with caution (18+ only)

“look at you, my dumb pretty baby… all pathetic and stupid over my cock…”

you were all sprawled on matthew’s bed, legs hanging on his shoulders, thighs quivering from sensitivity and overstimulation. it’s already the fourth round and matthew doesn’t have intentions to stop at any second. the longer he rams into your pussy, the pleasure slowly turned into pain overtime.

“m-matt, red! red! please!” you close your thighs from the overwhelming and mixed sensations you have been feeling throughout as you try to push away his pelvis away.

“nonono baby… open your goddamn thighs…your stupid pussy wanted this, right?” he coos at you as his strong arms pries away your thighs, spreading you apart, having a complete view of your cum-drenched pussy from earlier. the sight added more fuel to the flame as he carries your thighs, bringing it to his arms, his thrusts going deeper and faster. “your pussy feels so good, can’t get enough…”

“red, matthew! please, red! ‘m gonna pee, please l-let me!” you yelped, looking away from matthew as you cried in tears, fighting the pain away as he continuously pounds your poor, overstimulated pussy.

he lets go of your thighs just to grab your jaw with one of his hands, looking at your puffy eyes, eyes all reddened from crying. as his other hand lands on your clit, pinching and rubbing the slippery, reddened bud between the pad of his calloused fingers.

you squealed at the action, pain and pleasure hiking up at the same time, making you cry out loud as tears fall down your flushed cheeks. matthew licks one of your tears away with his tongue, he then chuckled evilishly from your response. you were scared and aroused at the same time. “look at me… i’m gonna fuck this pussy till you’re too dumb to even walk, you’ll like that, right? yes, of course you fucking do…” his hand travels down to your shoulder, pushing you back into the sheets agressively and proceeds on choking your neck.

“nonono, red! please– matt, it hurts! p-please! wanna– shit!” your voice almost strained as you tried to speak before you were all out of breath. speechless, you were only able to let out soft cries, thighs shaking uncontrollably from holding your bladder and the pleasure from matthew repeatedly hammering your pussy with his cock and playing with your clit. his actions made you weaker than ever, succumbing under his control, realizing that resisting was no use because he’s too strong. comparing matthew to you, you were already used up like a ragged doll.

“your dumb pussy wants a release, hm? gonna give you what you want, yeah? you fucking cockslut…” he coos at you, shaking your head in response even if you knew it was no use on stopping him. matthew lets go of your neck and your clit, pulling your thighs even closer his cock, sinking even deeper. he knew he reached your sweet spot when you gasped and by arching your back. he smirked to himself, as he decides to thrust in to that certain spot continuously, thrusting into you in an animalistic pace. a high pitched moan came out of your mouth as you grab on to the sheets, your knuckles turning into white. your bladder was already holding on to a thread and a knot in your stomach snapped when matthew did one last sharp thrust out of you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—! agh!” you gasped out, your back arched, your eyes rolling back, reaching your high once again. jets of piss landed all over his abs and torso as your hips quiver from releasing both your cum and piss all over him. you felt numb all over and your brain all scrambled up from the feeling of pain and pleasure altogether. matthew throws his head back, groaning, feeling his warm cum shooting inside your walls. he finally pulls out his cock, his cum flowing out of your pussy, as both of your liquids mixed, seeping into the drenched sheets.

“that’s it… piss all over me baby…” your warm piss still flowing out uncontrollably while he slaps and run his cock all over your poor pussy until you’re all emptied out.

“ngh… no more, please…!” you hiccuped, all empty and passed out. matthew hovers your spasming body, trying to recover from the overstimulation that he has caused, giving your neck with peppery kisses.

“i hear you baby, but expect to be wrecked like this all over again.”

#signed by kei. ♱ ༉‧₊˚. #♱ section ( 528. ) #🍓: kei ♡ lovies #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #seok matthew smut #matthew smut #kei ☆ drabbles

[rodolfoparras]

how about giving price the best head he ever received in his life? 🤭

Thinking about what it takes for Price to give up control in the bedroom | 18+, MINORS DNI

As much as Price doesn’t mind switching up rolls in the bedroom, it’s very rare for him to do so. Reason being that he likes giving you pleasure. He likes making you cum, whether it be with his hands, cock or mouth.

You don’t mind him being in control, in fact you happily allow him to do so, especially if it means that you’ll be cumming for the next couple of hours.

However, sometimes you want to take care of him as well. Especially when you see the paperwork piling up on his desk, the way his office door stays more often closed than open and how cold his side of the bed has been getting lately.

As mentioned before Price doesn’t mind giving up control, that doesn’t mean it’s easy for him to do so.

So when you stand behind him in his office chair and start kissing his neck, he’s already asking if you want him to take care of you instead. As your kisses trail down to his chest, reaching dangerously close to his happy trail, he’ll ask you again “You sure you don’t want me to take care of you instead. It's been a while hasn't it?”

Again it’s not that he doesn’t want you to take care of him. It’s just second nature for him to be the one to do it instead. And as much as you enjoy the sight of his weeping cock pressing up against his pants as he buries himself between your legs, this time you want to be the one on your knees with your lips wrapped around his dick.

The trick to taking control is to be sure of what you want here. The slightest hint of hesitation- any indication that you’re considering taking him up on his offer and he’s flipping you around in the chair and burying his head between your legs.

“No John not today, want to take care of you instead “

He gazes into your eyes as if searching for hints of doubt but when there’s none to be found he nods and relaxes in his seat, finally accepting what you’re offering him.

Since it takes him a while to get into subspace, focus on teasing him instead. Kiss his neck, kiss down his chest, drag your nails down his stomach and along the expanse of his thighs, You can even slap his chest, thighs or even dick to make him gasp oh so prettily.

By the time you’re on your knees, he’s shaking, panting and eyes pleading for you to just do something.

“Yes or no, John?”

“Yes, yes for Christ sake yes” he cries out, head thrown back back and thrusting his hips up in the air, pathetically looking for some sort of friction since you’ve been teasing him for the past half hour.

He’d be so worked up at this point, cock straining against his pants and darkening the spot where it rests at and you can see how he’s giving you more and more control the further along you go.

Eventually you decide to show him some mercy by unbuckling his pants and pulling them down to his knees along with the boxers he’s wearing. The cold air raises goosebumps all across his skin but but it also gives some sort of relief to his burning hot skin.

You start off by placing small pecks around his tip as you wrap one hand around the base of his dick, not moving but just teasingly resting there. His dick is flushed an angry red, hard and twitching in your hand. It’s clear that he’s really worked up and that’s exactly why you hold off on taking him into your mouth.

It’s clearly something he’s not happy about since he’s whimpering, begging and bucking his hips into your hand. “Please - just please”

“But the fun will end so soon if I do it” you say with a teasing smile plastered on your lips before painstakingly slowly stroking him root to tip til your thumb can easily and teasingly swipe across his tip.

He gasps at that, legs slightly kicking as he shudders from your touch.

“No, I promise, I promise, I won’t- won’t cum yet”

“You promise me?” it’s not that you’re asking for reassurance here but instead you’re challenging him as you slowly stroke all the way down the length. To further tease him, you tactically place your thumb on top of the vein that’s angrily protruding at the side of his dick, teasingly tracing it as you stroke him.

“How about you convince me hm?” You say still with a teasing smile on your lips as you give him a couple of generous pumps with your fist.

“I thought you- you wanted this” he sobs out, throwing an arm over his eyes as he bucks up into the palm of your hand.

Your eyes spot the precum collecting on his tip, and for a second you forget to respond to him as you eagerly lean in to get a taste of it. It doesn’t take much for you to taste the salty and bitter flavor that you are oh so familiar with and you can’t help but moan around his dick, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Of course I want to, pretty” you say, once you pull away, a string of saliva connecting you to him.

“Fuck fuck fuck don’t stop” he cries, slightly kicking his legs in frustration as he drags his hand across his face.

“ I’m not sure if you really want it. I mean you were so adamant about giving me head…” you say, clearly still teasing as you once again place pecks around the tip.

“No I want it- please I want you to suck my dick “

You hum around his dick, as if considering what he’s saying but really you’re looking to cause more jolts of pleasure to course through his body. And you clearly succeed in doing so as he furiously shakes his head and bucks his hips into your mouth “Are you really sure?”

“Fuck yes please, just please”

You smile up at him, the words “good boy” falling from your lips as you finally wrap your lips around his dick and fully sink down on him.

“Oh- Jesus Christ”

He jerks in response, still a bit worked up from being teased so much and you wonder if you should pull away to give him a moment to collect himself but you decide against it. You grab onto his hips, setting a steady pace with him, brows furrowing in concentration as you gauge every little reaction from him.

His hair is tousled, and sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide but you also notice him chewing his lips. You already know it’s his attempt at muffling the little sounds trying to slip past his lips, always feeling a bit shy when it comes to showing just how much he enjoys when you take care of him.

You slowly pull away which has his eyes widening, and he hurriedly grabs onto your arm as he says “why did you stop now?”

You smile up at him as you see the desperation on his face. And you make a little show of licking the smeared precum on your lips before you respond to him “I won’t do this if you stay quiet the entire time” you say before you’re once again paying attention to his neglected dick, tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft, and watching his body jerk in response to your touch.

“I won’t stay quiet. Just please- ”

“You promise?” You say still teasingly tracing patterns on his dick.

“Yes yes for Christ’s sake I promise”

You once again sink down on his length, gauging his reaction as you do it.

At first he’s back to chewing his lips, before you nails sink into his thighs in warning and he throws his head back on the chair as moans finally start to escape him freely.

Just as he gets used to the pace you’ve set, you grab onto his hand and place it at the back of your neck, lips going slack and body willfully relaxing as you accommodate to his length.

“Jesus Christ” is all he says to your unspoken request.

At first he’s unmoving, entranced by the sight in front of him, mouth agape, unblinking, almost holding his breath but it doesn’t take long for him to slowly start thrusting his hips.

Slowly but surely he’ll increase his pace and lose himself in the feeling of your warm wet mouth so snuggly wrapped around his dick, blabbering out incoherent pleas and requests and straight up sobbing in his chair.

Despite literally being down on your knees, you’re the one who’s in control here, hands commanding for him to keep going, eyes reassuring him with just a look that you’ll be here to catch him when he’s teetering at the edge of release.

Once you get him into that state, keep pulling orgasms out of him. It’s so rare for you to get him like this so might as well take advantage of it, until there’s nothing left but pitiful spurts of cum coming from him.

Aftercare is so important since he’s so far gone into subspace. He will nuzzle into your neck as his legs and arms clinging onto your frame. He just wants to be cared for and feel safe.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed, little soldier

[Bonus: Always wants to taste himself afterwards, will even make a show out of the whole thing without meaning to. He’ll lean in for a kiss, tongue peeking out to lick your lips or suck on your tongue as soft moans escape him

“Tastes just like me”]

#captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x male reader #captain John price x verse male reader #john price x reader #John price #John price x male reader #John price x verse male reader #Alec writes #thank you for the request friend ! #sorry for any mistakes I edited this on a whim

[builtbybrokenbells]

CAPITAL VICES | GLUTTONY

Gluttony: excessive and ongoing indulgence

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 12.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it), sweet sweet morning sex, cockwarming if you squint, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), dom/sub, bratty sub, begging, praise, overstimulation, sir kink, name calling, very brief mentions of free use kink, degradation, scratching?, lots of banter/flirting, mentions of addiction/substance use, touch of jealousy, mentions of death/dying, mentions of drinking, swearing, embarrassment, some fluff, sorry if i miss any!

hi, i couldn’t help myself 🤭 you guys are so so awesome and i hope you like this as much as the first chapter! as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

The morning came harshly and much too quickly for your liking. The sun rays were demanding your wakefulness as they wrapped around the dark curtains hung over the window. When your eyes cracked open for the first time, you were so comfortable and content that you almost believed you were nestled in your own bed. Then, the first hint of the familiar cologne reached your nose, sending a wave of anxiety through you. Dread settled deep in your stomach, heavy like lead and large enough that it left no room for anything else. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking around the unfamiliar room as you recollected the memories from the night before.

In a flash of imminent evocation, you looked down at your legs covered by the blanket, but you were no longer immersed in the comfort of a (seemingly very expensive) mattress. Instead, you were sat atop a foreign countertop with a strangers head between your thighs, feeling the most intense pleasure you had ever experienced. You blinked hard, shaking the thought from your head as you made a quick return to reality. There was no stranger between your legs, but you were cozy underneath said strangers blankets, and your head was laying comfortably in a mountain of his pillows. You shifted, making a move to sit up, but had to stop for a moment to satiate the dull ache in your hips. Another memory of being bent over the kitchen table flashed in your mind, and this one prompted a sudden sensation deep in the pit of your stomach.

You did not wake up feeling ashamed like you predicted you would. Instead, you felt lighter than you did before you met Jake at the bar, more free and with less stress holding you down. You weren’t sure if he solved all of your regular worldly troubles with sex alone, but he definitely made a dent in them. Before your drunken escapades the night prior, sex was a distant memory in your mind. You did not turn to celibacy, nor were you abstaining for the purpose of morality, but rather just because you had no desire or time to chase after a man who was not interested in anything other than pleasing himself. When Jake whispered his sweet words in your ear, laced with the promise of enjoyment and simplicity, you could not turn it down even if you wanted to. You were desperate for a release but did not want any of the complications that came along with it, and right now, the only complication you could see was that you were stranded at his apartment without a car.

Well, that, and the fact you did not know where your new-found friend had disappeared to.

The space in bed beside you was empty, only a slight divot in the mattress and pillows strewn messily near the headboard remained to remind you that someone had indeed slept next to you and it was not just a fallacy of your overactive imagination. You strained to listen, wondering if he was just busying himself in another room until you woke up. After a few moments, you could hear some light rustling coming from the kitchen. You leaned closer to the door, turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of what he was doing. Almost as soon as you did, you heard footsteps nearing the bedroom. You shot back to your original position, hoping that he did not catch sight of you watching him. It seemed like you were in the clear, because once he fully emerged around the corner, his eyes were only focused on two steaming mugs of coffee held tightly in his hand.

“Good morning, sunshine.” He chuckled, setting one down on his nightstand before carefully handing one to you. He was standing shirtless, clad only in a pair of grey sweatpants, and he was just as beautiful as you remembered. If you dared to admit, almost even more so now that you knew him so intimately. You would be lying if you said you were not mesmerized by the sight. Words seemed impossible, and all you could do was stare while your mind caught up with the rest of the world.

“Morning.” You eventually mumbled, peering into the mug. “What’s this?”

“A million dollars.” He rolled his eyes. “What do you think it is?”

“I know what it is Jake,” you argued back, surprised at how quickly he was able to pinch the wrong nerve. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s coffee, because it’s ten in the morning and I thought I’d do something nice for you.” He said, sliding into bed next to you. “Besides, figured you might have a headache, and I thought it might help. I didn’t realize it would be such a big deal.”

“This isn’t very no strings attached,” you warned, but took a sip of the coffee anyway. “I said no breakfast or anything like it.”

“Good thing it’s not breakfast, then.” He fought back another eye roll, finding your concern very misplaced. “Friends can make each other coffee too, you know.” He paused, looking over at you with curiosity. “Do you even know how to have friends? Because I’m beginning to think you don’t.” He raised an eyebrow, his jab playful but it still stung.

“Remember when I said I wasn’t sure I wanted to be your friend?” You reminded, sitting the mug on the table on your side of the bed. “Still trying to figure that one out.”

“So cruel angel, and for what?” There was a smile on his lips, knowing that your banter was not because of his character, but rather because of your unwillingness to show a shred of weakness. You were a strong personality, and you hated the fact that he wanted to know you. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out, and it did not bother him at all, mostly because he knew how to work around it. He’d done it once, and he was certain he could do it again.

“Hardly think I’m being cruel, Jacob.” You leaned back, resting against the headboard. “Just being honest.”

“Your honesty is cruelty.” He laughed, recalling your blunt insults that had been piling up since the night before. “Can’t even pretend to like me for the sake of my feelings?”

“I must like you a little bit, because I’m still here. I could have ran away in the middle of the night, but I toughed it out. That has to count for something.”

“I think you like me more than just a little bit.” He theorized, his eyes studying your expression as he spoke. “You were quite a fan last night.” Your cheeks dusted red at his words, realizing that he had been thinking of the sinful experience just as much as you were. Then again, it was groundbreaking sex, and it was impossible not to think about it. “You want to go home?” He asked, breaking you from the thought.

“I thought that was the deal? You take me home in the morning, we promise to keep in touch, then we forget about it before we go to bed tonight… the whole thing is pretty cookie cutter. I don’t want to make myself feel special.” You explained, cocking your head to the side in curiosity as you noticed a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He didn’t say it, but he did think you were special. In fear of scaring you away, he opted to keep that to himself.

“I did say I would take you home today, but I never said when.” He corrected, a smirk pulling at his lips. “And don’t think I’m in any hurry to forget about you, sweetheart.” Under the blanket, his cool hand landed on your thigh, the touch gentle but impactful. It stole the air from your lungs, and the desire in his features went in for the kill. He barely touched you, and in truth, barely said anything worthwhile, but the familiar ache between your legs had already started to make a return. He was committed to breaking your psyche, and he was doing the job well. It was impossible not to melt under his touch, and resisting him was not an option. He was charming, handsome and confident. He could convince you to fall to his feet without even opening his mouth.

“Sneaky.” You breathed, trying to focus on anything other than his fingers dancing dangerously close to his favourite part of you. “What if I say no? Maybe I want to go home now.”

“Are you really going to say no, or are you just trying to piss me off?” He questioned, inching closer to you.

“I’d never do anything like that.” You lied, a smile forming on your lips and immediately selling you out.

“No, never.” He played into you, the same smile growing on his lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the blanket away from your legs. The cool air took you by surprise, sending a shiver down your spine. Your first instinct was to grab the blankets and pull them back over the exposed skin, but you knew better. Whatever he was intending to do would be much more enjoyable than the simple comfort of warmth. “Cold?” He crooned, faking his concern only partially.

“Mhm.” You nodded, looking over his face. You were in awe of his beauty, unbelieving that someone could be so perfect. Even if a relationship was out of the question, you could not deny his physical advantage over any other boy you had ever met. However, he did seem to push all of the wrong buttons and his personality irked you more every time he spoke, but for some strange reason, it was unbelievably compelling, too. Perhaps the buttons he liked to press were exactly right, and you just did not want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Deep down, even if you found him annoying, you felt you were lucky to be annoyed by him at all. Jake seemed like the type of person everyone wanted in their life, even if you hated him by times.

Hate is a strong word, and it was far from the correct description of how you felt about him; he only bothered you so much because you wanted him around, and you had never felt that way about anyone until he walked into your life. You liked him, but you hated the fact that you did. Instead of submitting to the feeling, you covered it up with a cold exterior in hopes it would scare him away.

Once again, the battle between your unwillingness to give in and his unwillingness to give up seemed to take precedence over anything else.

“Poor baby.” He sympathized, moving towards you and settling between your legs. “I think I know how to warm you up.”

“Yeah?” You asked, completely distracted from your earlier argument. No matter how much you wanted to resist, you couldn’t seem to find the strength to do so. You reached down, cupping his cheek in your palm as you dusted your thumb over the soft skin. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, happy that you seemed much more receptive of his advances. He was fearful that if anything, you would be the one to wake up and regret your decisions. Even sober, he still found you as enchanting as he did when he first laid eyes on you, and he knew that from the minute he brought you into his life, him feeling any type of regret would be completely implausible. “What’s that?”

“Thought you said you wanted to go home?” He raised an eyebrow, letting his fingers trail up your thigh. The light tickle was barely noticeable, but it was still enough to drive you to insanity. Everything he did was all the same, whether the touch was minimal or incredibly apparent, no matter if it was something sweet or dirty coming from his lips, or even if he was staring or just sneaking glances. No matter what Jake was doing, it was hard to ignore, and it was the only thing you wanted to pay attention to.

“I might have been lying.” You shrugged, enthralled in the playful expression on his face.

“Did nobody ever teach you that lying is bad, sweetheart?” He said, his fingers finally anchoring on your hips, right under the hem of his t-shirt that was just a little too big for you.

“Did you ever think that maybe I just don’t care?” You offered, posing the idea as if it were blasphemous.

“Such a bad girl.” He let out a disapproving tsk, shaking his head at you. “You don’t want to go home, do you angel?” You could not find it within you to lie to him, and if you did, he would see straight through you anyway. Besides, even if you did want to go home when you woke, there was no way you could leave him now. Whatever he had done to you the night before, you weren’t sure. What you did know was that the wicked spells he had cast and the sinful curse of his companionship was tying you down right to his bed, the chains not even loose enough give a vague impression of freedom.

You were no longer a girl he had met at the bar, wooed by his pretty smile and captivating eyes. You weren’t just a subject that fell victim to his sweet words, nor the euphoric nature of his touch. You were a woman who was in desperate search of salvation, yet unsure if you would ever find it. You were praying to be released, but he was the altar in which you prayed to. There was no escape, no surrender nor even certain death could save you from his hands. It would be a pleasant death, one that cushioned you as you descended, but you would be subservient to him until the bitter end. He held the power, and you were subordinate to him. You knew that even long after you left the realm of mortality, you would still search for him in the darkness, and well into the next life.

After all, the devil knows no mercy, and you had invited him in and welcomed him with open arms. You sealed your fate the first time you allowed his lips to touch yours, your soul fleeing you and becoming his for the taking. You could continue in hopes of salvation, but you knew that nothing could save you from the damage that was already done. It was only the first day of your lifelong sentence, and part of you had already come to terms with the inevitable; there was nobody in the entire would that could ever compare to Jake.

“No, sir.” You shook your head, giving him a long look with innocent eyes. The sight seemed to drive him crazy, thrilled that you had remembered the rules so well.

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled, using his hand on your hip to pull you down towards him. Your head landed gently on the pillows and your stomach twisted with anticipation. He instantly picked up on your shallow breathing, knowing that you were all but vibrating with excitement. “What’s wrong?” He hummed as his fingers pushed the t-shirt to your stomach, revealing the lack of clothing on your lower half.

“Nothing.” You promised, and it was the truth. There was nothing bothering you except for his slow pace. Even then, you knew with how generous he was the night before, he had to make you suffer at least a little bit. The evil that lived within him thrived off your impatience, and it only made him draw out his teasing even more.

“Right,” he spoke softly as his eyes settled on your stomach. “You’d let me do anything I wanted to you and you wouldn’t say a word.” He speculated, lowering his lips to your stomach, dusting a kiss over your navel. “I bet you’d like it, too.” He let his lips drift downward ever so slightly, making your breath hitch in your throat. You watched him in awe, completely enchanted by his ego that was taking up so much space in the room. Even if you thought it was self-centred for him to say such a thing, he was correct, and it was hot. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, your skin crawling with excitement.

“Maybe that should be our deal, then.” He said, eyes flickering down to your cunt, barely able to contain his own eagerness. “I get to use you for whatever I want, whenever I want, and you get to be happy with what you get.” Even if the idea of being completely at his disposal was incredibly enticing, you could help but feel a sinking feeling in your stomach when you thought of not having any control. You could commit to giving him most of the power, but you couldn’t give it all to him. If you did that, you would be going against every single one of your morals, and you’d already given up enough on his behalf.

“That doesn’t sound very fun.” You protested.

“I think it would be plenty of fun.” He argued, his mouth now dangerously close to your heat. “Maybe I can change your mind about it later.” He smiled, flickering his eyes up towards your face. He noticed the look of doubt in your eyes, but it did not seem to deter him. “What? A man can dream, can he not?”

“Mhm, keep dreaming all you want, Jacob.” You smiled, reaching down to brush the hair from his eyes.

“Oh, I will.” He promised. There was no doubt that sex with you would infiltrate every single thought that crossed his mind. You took post in every one of his dreams the night prior, and would for every one to come next. You had him wrapped around your finger, even if he would never admit it, and he had you hooked on him just the same. “You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t like it,” he muttered, moving further down and pressing a few light kisses to the inside of your thigh. “You know I’d always be good to you. I told you I’d take care of her, didn’t I?”

“You did.” You nodded, unable to argue his words. He had proven beyond your expectations that he was indeed in the game to please you, and you had no fear he would do his duty flawlessly. With a small smile on his lips, he felt as though he was finished with taunting and he finally lowered his mouth to your cunt. A gasp fell from your lips as his tongue ran through you, slow but still fantastic. You could tell that despite his love for teasing, he had been waiting for this since long before you woke up. “Oh, god.” You groaned, feeling his tongue circle your clit.

You were sore, still sensitive from the night before, but you were so addicted to his touch that it did not matter. You knew that even if his intent was to inflict pain, you would still find yourself crawling back to him just to feel his hands on you. Violence appeared ethereal as long as it was him who caused it, and to know violence at his hands was more tempting than pleasure from another.

He was living in the sound of your shallow breaths and thriving off the noises that slipped from your mouth. He was enamoured with the way your hand went in search of the hair on his head, and how your fingers twisted the strands tightly around themselves. Every now and then, your thighs would squeeze against his skull, drawing him in and locking him there for the rest of time. If he could, he would live with his head between your legs for the rest of his life, fed from the sweet sounds you made and comforted by the warmth of your touch. He had only known such pleasure for a short time, but he was certain that nothing else in his lifetime would ever equate.

He savoured the sweetness of your arousal, knowing that it was only so intoxicating because he was the cause of it. Knowing that he could drive such a beautiful woman to such weakness made him weak. He liked to believe that he was just as cold hearted and stony as you were. Love was never something that touched him, nor anything he’d ever craved. Company was low on his list of priorities, much like your own, especially when it was in regards to romance. To him, sex was enjoyable, but connection was not. What he could not deny was the pull he felt when you were around, the force stronger than the gravity holding him to earth.

Intrigue and fascination could not even begin to describe the way he felt about you, and he was in awe of the strength in which he was attracted to you. Your witty comebacks and sharp tongue would make a lesser man cower, but it only seemed to draw him in further. Normally, when he brought girls back to his apartment, he struggled with the never ending mediocrity. It all seemed the same to him, and in the morning, he could not get them home fast enough. When he woke to you next to him in bed, he dreaded the thought of you walking away, partially because he feared you would never return.

For a man desperate to avoid attachment, he was aching at the idea of you showing him disinterest. Your refusal to acknowledge his attempts to know you only seemed to fuel him further. The usual game of cat and mouse he played was too easy, and much too predictable. The challenge you were giving him was so much different than what he was used to that he could not seem to turn it down. He was determined to make you fall for his charm, and in turn, he was making himself fall for you. Neither of you wanted a relationship, but after only a single night, you could not possibly comprehend being without each other.

He removed his tongue from you, unable to resist the urge to watch your face contort into an expression of pleasure. He brought his hand to you instead, placing his thumb on your clit in replace of his mouth and adding his fingers to you. In the darkness of his kitchen when he last had the opportunity to serve you, he did not get the chance to admire you in the way he hoped. He made sure to closely study the way your eyebrows knitted together when his thumb applied pressure, and especially the way your lips parted when his fingers curled inside of you. The way your hair framed your rosy cheeks was irresistible, and his name imbedded on your tongue was the most heavenly sound he ever had the honour of hearing.

“Cum for me, angel?” He whispered, his tone gravelly and laced with desire. His eyes flickered to your free hand, clasping the sheet in a firm embrace. Then, his gaze moved to your chest that was rising and falling with your laboured breathing, his shirt splayed across your skin perfecting the sight before him. “Come on, baby.” He encouraged, a glimmer of hope twinkling in his eye.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whimpered, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the intense storm that was coming. The muscles in your abdomen were rigid, bracing your body with support as the pressure steadily increased in the pit of your stomach. “God, please don’t stop.” You pleaded.

“Never,” it was more than a promise; it was a law that he would forever abide by. He wished to please you until he breathed his very last breath, and in death, he hoped he could continue doing it even then. Your legs began to tremble, no nerve ending spared from the pleasure he was granting you. A thin layer of sweat formed over your forehead as your heart thudded against your rib cage. When you descended into the orgasm, you faced the harrowing realization that a sober orgasm from Jake was worlds apart from a drunken one. In a sick twist of fate, it was even more earth shattering than any of the ones given to you the night prior.

As you came down from the high, nearly delirious from his hand still gently working at you, he watched you intently. He wondered if he could stay in the moment long enough to sear the memory into the forefront of his mind for the rest of eternity. When your eyes fluttered open to meet his, he wondered if you felt the same way about him. After a moment of silent conversation, he knew you did.

“That’s my girl.” He fawned over your exquisite performance, completely immersed in every small detail you had to offer. A rush of heat flooded your face, his words taking you by surprise. The possessive claim would have been unwanted from anyone else, but somehow it was all you wanted to hear from him. “I could do this all day if you’d let me.” He admitted, already desperate to start again.

“I think that would be okay.” You admitted, still flustered from the moment. You felt incredibly exposed in the daylight, unable to hide any part of yourself from him. Even if your anxiety was eating away at you, fearful he might not find you as attractive without alcohol and dimly lit rooms, he still seemed to look at you like you were the prettiest thing to walk the earth. You still did not want to allow yourself to feel special, because you knew that it was part of his motive to convince you of such, but it was becoming more difficult as time went on. If he acted this way with every girl he brought home, he would not have the time or energy to be so immersed in you. If he did, there would be hundreds of women knocking down his door to see him again, and unfortunately, you knew that now, you would be one of them.

“Yeah?” He smirked, shocked that you admitted to your own enjoyment. “Sure you don’t want to go home?” You rolled your eyes at him, knowing that he was only trying to get under your skin.

“I’m in no hurry.” You promised, finally feeling your skin calm from the tingling of your last orgasm.

“That’s good, because I wasn’t really planning on letting you leave.” He admitted. “Makes my job easier.”

“So you just thought you could keep me here forever?” You teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

“I would if I could.” There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “We’d have so much fun together, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know if I could handle it. You get on my nerves a little too much. I might go insane, and I don’t think that would be very much fun.” You joked, relaxing back into the mattress.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He chuckled. “Scared to admit you really do like me, angel?”

“Can’t be scared of something that’s not true, can I?” You sighed, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle. No matter if you thought he was the best thing to ever grace the earth, you wouldn’t be caught dead by saying it aloud.

“I’ll get you to say it eventually, sweetheart.” His rebuttal was effortless, and your rejection did not phase him.

“Whatever you say-“ you were cut off, completely distracted from your comment by his mouth connecting with your cunt once again. “Fuck,” you hissed, immediately thrown back into pleasure. He hummed against you, a final taunt before he continued with his tirade. He knew you liked him, and he knew he made you feel good. Although it was nice to hear the words, he did not need you to say them to know his effect on you.

He was working at you with intent, but you were not sure exactly what it was. You wondered if his goal was to get you to admit that you liked him, or to prove himself to you in hopes you would think he was worthy of being liked. He did not want you to feel like your entanglement was a waste of your time, and he wanted you to come back. You knew that much for certain, yet somewhere within his desperation, you sensed that he needed to prove to himself all of the same things.

There was no doubt that he was self-assured, but something about your careless attitude seemed to make him second guess it. He knew he could make you feel good, but it puzzled him to see your hesitation in admitting it. He knew you liked the sex, but perhaps he was more concerned with you liking his character. For the first time in his life, he felt the need to impress you in a further context rather than just sexually. He wanted you to like him so much that you could not even imagine what life was like before him.

The game was dangerous, but the reward was far beyond anything he could ever imagine.

He continued pumping his fingers into you, curling them slightly to hit the sensitive spot he’d grown so familiar with. His mouth was focused on your clit, his lips suctioned around it as he tried to coax another orgasm from you. “God, that feels so good, baby.” You moaned, your head filled with nothing but filthy, frivolous thoughts about him. The pet name was music to his ears, but it left him wondering if the only time you were willing to be nice was while he was having sex with you. Either way, it did not bother him, for he also felt that violence at your hands would be the most pleasant experience he’d ever had.

Your insults sounded more like compliments than any sweet words from another. He was addicted to your hostility in the same way that you depend on a substance; he knew it was unhealthy, but it felt too good to give it up. He feared that a day without it would be worse than death itself. You were both reliant on each other in a way that was more intense than you could comprehend. The relationship was driven by lust and had no promise of anything more, but it was enough. The desire shared between the two of you was stronger than what appeared in most marriages, and it seemed like it was permanent. It was so strong that you had unintentionally engaged in your second deadly sin just hours after the first.

Gluttony had become you both; the lust had pushed you so close to insanity that you couldn’t help but indulge in the sinful desires. You could not repent from what you had done, and salvation was no longer a possibility. If not for the need of food and water, you could have stayed wrapped up in each other until your very last breath had passed you by. The thought of turning to dust while still remaining in the intimate display was comforting, and you knew that a happier death was not plausible. Living out the rest of your life engaged in any type of sexual pleasure with Jake was enticing, and your only complaint would be that it would never be enough.

Your hands gripped at the sheets, holding yourself to the bed in fear that the pleasure would become so intense that you would float away in a cloud of euphoria. The noises coming from your mouth were pornographic, settling deep in the foundation of the walls and claiming yet another room in his home with vulgar memories. He would never be able to rid you from the place, even if he dedicated the rest of his life to forgetting. Your stomach was burning with an insatiable fire, and as he continued, he did nothing but encourage it with gasoline.

With one last stutter of his name, pleasure washed over you like never before. Stars danced in your eyes as your hand reached out for him, tangling in his hair. He held you to him, soothing the incessant shaking of your legs as he helped you through the climax. When you started to come down, he did not slow his movements. The warmth and persistent pace of his tongue was normally heavenly, yet the longer he continued, the more irritating it became. You did not have time to recover from the pleasure, and you made your first attempt at shying away from his touch.

His hands locked on your hips ensured you could not get away, but you were putting up a pathetic fight. Even the overstimulating feeling could not bother you enough to want to leave his grip. “Jake, please slow down.” You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut in response to the irritating sting. But, even your protest was weak, and you weren’t even sure if you wanted him to stop. He moved his head back, slipping his thumb in place to keep up the momentum, but it was enough to give you a break so you could gather your thoughts.

“Colour?” He asked, his eyes locked in on your face. Your entire body was ablaze with an unfamiliar feeling, but you could not seem to will yourself to tell him to stop. Instead, a choked moan sounded in response to his question. “Colour, angel.” He demanded, needed verbal clarification before pushing you any further.

“Green.” You confirmed, the word rushing out in a harsh tone.

“Stubborn little thing.” He couldn’t help but smirk at your unwillingness to give up. He liked it more than he cared to admit. Without any further conversation, he returned his tongue to you and continued his earlier pace.

“Fuck,” you groaned, finally feeling the pressure start to rise again. You were far beyond reality, now living in a dreamlike state that consisted of only Jake. He was everywhere, everything and all that mattered. Your hips bucked forward against his tongue, the movement unintentional yet unavoidable. Your body was following his command, and you had little say in what it chose to do. He let out a hum of pleasure at the thought of you coming undone again, knowing that he would never be able to chase a high similar to the one he got from pleasing you.

With one last lingering thought of the boy with his head nestled between your thighs, your entire body tensed in response to the euphoric state you descended into. In a mess of moans and curses, his name lingered in the air; you had sung it like a hymn to the world, and you were certain that if his neighbours cared to listen, they would only be jealous that they could not experience whatever you were feeling. He withdrew from you a bit prematurely, so amazed by your beautiful noises that he could not stop himself from admiring you once again. In a split second of fear, he thought he might come undone from the sight alone.

When you came down, you were exhausted from the energy you had exerted during your performance. You caught his gaze, feeling your stomach twist with pleasure at the sight of his lust-blown pupils. “You taste so fucking good, angel.” He rasped, still trying to catch his own breath. Another flood of arousal rushed straight to your core, and you began to realize that you would never be able to satisfy the craving for him. You reached out to him, settling your hand on the back of his neck. In one swift movement, you sat up at the same time as you pulled him towards you, capturing him in a heated kiss. The sex was phenomenal, yet you couldn’t help but feel that something was missing.

When he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, you knew that you had found exactly what you were looking for. Everything about him was irresistible, yet somehow, his kiss seemed the most deadly of all. It was so simple, a pleasure you could indulge in without the weight of any shame or emotion. “Fuck me, please.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands roaming every available inch of him.

“How could I say no to you?” He asked, parting from you to look over your face. You gave him a small smile, your cheeks tinged red from the excitement and the sweet tone of his voice. With little struggle, he slipped his sweatpants off and discarded them on the floor. You settled back into your earlier position, ecstatic about what was to come next. He took post between your legs again, but did not rush himself. He let his hands drift over your hips, slowly bringing them up your sides as he slipped them underneath the fabric of the shirt still resting on you.

You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head. With a lazy smile, he threw it over his shoulder, pleased to have access to the rest of you. “Gorgeous little thing, too.” He said, adding on to his earlier comment. You hated that his words had such a profound effect on you. Comments on your appearance always held little value to you, but when they were coming from his mouth, it was completely intoxicating. “You want me to fuck you, angel?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded, watching his eyes drift over your now exposed chest. He was looking at you similarly to how a predator would watch its prey, his expression nearly feral at the thought of what was in front of him.

“How bad?” He asked, dusting his fingers over your thigh. You debated whether to answer, knowing that it was the most effective way to get what you wanted, yet feeling like begging was just a little too far. As he waited for a response, he guided your leg around his waist, keeping a light hold on it for some extra support. “How bad do you want it, sweetheart?” He asked again, his tone more pressing. You held his gaze, not arguing with him, yet showing clear disobedience to his words. “Don’t be like that, baby.” He warned.

“What if I don’t want to beg?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him only slightly.

“You’re going to be a brat, now? After I was so good to you?” There was a small smile on his lips; you hadn’t truly bothered him, but the playful banter had thrown him off.

“Just asking.” You shrugged, but you couldn’t deny the throbbing between your legs. You would beg for him until your lungs collapsed, because you knew he was the only one who could do the job right.

“I bet that you wouldn’t want to find out.” He promised, his fingers tightening on you ever so slightly. He leaned down, taking his free arm and hooking underneath your other leg. In one swift motion, he pulled it up to your chest as he leaned down. His lips were hovering over your own as he waited for your rebuttal. The position had changed your mind, and with him so close to giving you what you needed, you could not seem to resist it. “Now, asked you a question. I want to hear you fucking beg for it, angel.” You shuddered at the strength of his tone, his words having more of an impact than any ones that came before. “How bad do you want me?” He asked again, his tone of voice lethal and clearly telling you that it was not up for discussion.

“So bad,” you squeaked, enthralled in the firm grip he had on you. It was making it hard to think about anything else. “Please, Jake. I need you to fuck me.”

“That’s better.” He hummed, thrilled about your cooperation. You could feel him resting against your entrance, driving you insane the longer he waited.

“Please, baby, I’ll be so good for you. I promise.” You upped your game, realizing that your argument had only made him less willing to give you any satisfaction. Even if he wanted you, he found more enjoyment in watching your desperation.

“Yeah? You want to be a good little whore for me?” He asked, moving his hips forward only slightly, just to give you taste of what you could have if you continued doing as you were told. You nodded, giving a hum of agreement to his statement. “You better mean it, angel. I don’t like being lied to.”

“I mean it.” You promised, eyes already rolling back in your head at the thought of him fucking you. It was such a powerful idea that it made your brain short-circuit if you thought about it for too long. Without any further hesitation, he pushed himself inside of you. He adjusted his grip on your leg, making sure it was secure before he started to rock his hips. You locked your other leg around him, hoping that if you mustered enough strength, it would keep him there forever.

You were already teetering on the edge, your body exhausted from the earlier rounds of pleasure. His hips were slow, but moving at a force that made your head spin and your stomach tie itself in knots. He was worked up, too, the drawn out teasing taking a toll on him just as much as it had on you. “Does that feel good, baby?” He said, eyes burning with desire. His stare was locked on your face, unwilling to miss a single second of your pleasure-ridden expression.

“You feel so good, sir.” You muttered, feeling a jolt of electricity every time the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. It was addicting, intoxicating, and it was completely unfair that he could make you feel so fantastic. When you looked up at him, you had to blink twice to be sure that the devil horns were just a figment of your imagination. Once again, the shadows remained on the wall as a gruesome deception, leading you to believe you had made a mistake that would haunt you for the rest of time.

“You take it so good,” he said, yet his words filled the air with more resemblance to a growl. “Being such a good girl for me.” The praise settled in your chest like lead, weighing you down and forging a tie between yourself and his bed. You could not escape, but you did not care; it was so fantastic that you never wanted to leave, anyway. The usually empty spot on his mattress now belonged to you, and no other could ever replace you. The filthy acts you willingly took part in ensured that the curse of your relationship was infinite. No matter if he burned the mess of fabric and springs in hopes of purging you from his life, the next one he placed in the same spot would still have your name meticulously sewn into the seams.

He leaned down, capturing you in a kiss as his hips continued with their relentless motion. Your hands reached for his neck, holding him to you as his skin burned into your own. The two of you had become one being; two separate entities that shared a single heartbeat and survived off the same breath. Two souls that had been lost for so long finally meeting in a glorious reunion, finding home within the similar resonance and shared heartache. You were two completely different people, yet found comfort in the striking similarities of your closed off hearts, speaking clearly to each other in the only way in which you knew how to communicate.

You were not in love with each other, and it was unlikely that you ever would be, yet the relationship between you was stronger than anything love could produce; it was a profound understanding of the very things that had always been so misunderstood by others. It was a mutual agreement that love and dating was overrated, and you could find more enjoyment in friendship with the benefits of sexual intimacy. Neither of you cared to fall in love, and it was the very thing that drove you to each other. The sinful indulgence of your current situation was not voluntary, but rather a necessity after searching so long for something you thought you might never find.

“Can you cum for me, angel?” He asked, his lips barely parted from your own. You caught his eye, the crazed nature so powerful that it was nearly off putting. He needed you to orgasm in the same way he needed food or water; it was a requirement of survival, and he feared that if he went any longer without it, he may never recover. And so the term of endearment sounded again, just like the hundred other times he let it slip since he first laid eyes on you. He thought you were too ethereal to be human, but only in an essence of holiness. You thought he was too enchanting to be of the mortal realm, yet it was painfully apparent that it was in every way other than godly. His power was wicked, and the strength was only gifted to him for the intent of evil.

“God, yes.” You groaned, tangling your fingers in his hair once again. You were holding him as if you were afraid he would get away. The desperation was something new, and in his opinion, it looked incredibly good on you.

“Cum on my cock, baby.” He encouraged, trying his best to keep his movements steady. He was barely able to hold himself back, but he was determined to get you there, first. The sound of his words sent a shiver down your spine, and the pressure in your stomach reached a peak. You let out a gasp, your hands falling to rest on his back as your entire body descended into euphoria. Your nailed scratched at his skin, but you mind was not able to comprehend the potential injury you could have caused him. Instead, it was flooded with vile thoughts about all you were willing to do for Jake just to ensure he would keep making you feel good.

The state you were in was too much for him to handle, and his own orgasm came as you began to come down from the high. He had only enough strength to mutter your name before his thoughts trailed off into a slur of curses. After a few seconds, he slowed his hips to a stop. He loosened his grip on your leg and gently let it fall back to the mattress. He heaved a long sigh, his body still trembling from the intensity of the climax as he pulled you in to another kiss. When he parted, he rested his head on your chest but made no attempt to leave.

You melted into the touch, savouring the small moment of innocent intimacy. You let your fingers trace over the skin in which your nails has irritated, hoping that it hadn’t caused him any discomfort. You cared little for the formalities that normally came after such phenomenal sex, yet the moment you were sharing with him was deeply profound and so sweet that you could not deny your enjoyment. “I didn’t know sex could be so good.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you ran your fingers through the knotted strands of his hair. You could feel a smile growing on his face, not needing to see him to know how smug he looked at your confession.

“Seems like you’ve been wasting your time on the wrong guys.” He said, his fingers lightly tickling the soft skin on your thigh.

“Insinuating I’m wasting my time with you, too?” You joked, using your free hand to trace lazy shapes into his bicep.

“Do you think I’m a waste of your time?” He asked, unfazed by your response. You thought about it for a moment before giving him an answer.

“No,” honesty was heavy in the air “I don’t think you’re a waste of my time at all.”

“That’s good.” He said, placing a small kiss to your chest, happy to hear that you were happy.

“I think your coffee’s cold, now.” You giggled, casting a sideways glance to the mug sitting on his nightstand.

“Fuck the coffee.” He muttered. “That was well worth the waste of five bucks.” You laughed at his words, finding his charm so devastatingly beautiful. You hated that you liked him, and you hated that you couldn’t seem to convince yourself to dislike him.

“Five dollars for a single cup? Didn’t realize you had such expensive taste.” You said, feeling the warmth of his body nearly lulling you back to sleep.

“I have you in my bed, don’t I?” He replied without missing a beat. Your cheeks heated with a blush, which you had found you were doing an embarrassingly amount of since being in his company. “You want to go get cleaned up?” He asked, finally raising his head from the comfortable position he’d found himself in. You gave a nod, both of you knowing that a mess would be had if you waited any longer. Reluctantly, he withdrew from you, helping you from the bed and to the bathroom. You both cleaned up in silence, neither of you feeling the need to continue a conversation. When you finally had a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, you were shocked at the sight.

Your hair was wild, and old makeup still lingered under your eyes. Hickeys littered your flushed skin and finger shaped bruises decorated your hips. There was no doubt that your weekend full of excitement was written all over you, and in some strange way, you were happy to have the reminder. You knew when you inevitably laid down to sleep in your own bed later that night, you would miss the feeling of his hands on you. “You can take a shower, if you want.” He said, noticing your lingering gaze on the mirror. “I don’t mind.” He promised, brushing the stray hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“Yeah, only if you don’t mind.” You nodded, the idea more tempting than anything you’d ever heard.

“Of course.” He said, stepping towards the shower and flicking on the faucet. “Take your time.” He dusted his hand over your lower back as a way to reassure you he was being truthful. He didn’t mind your company in the slightest, and delaying your return home had been his intent all morning.

“Thank you.” You sighed, already drawn in by the steam billowing over the shower curtain. He gave a nod, leaving you to do what you pleased.

You stepped in the shower, feeling the warm water wash away the ache in your muscles, although it could not come close to cleansing you from the godless activities you had so willingly done. After a few moments of enjoyment, you searched around the bottles of shampoo and soaps. You weren’t sure how you felt about going home smelling just like your mindless hookup from the bar, but once you opened the bottle and the familiar scent hit your nose, the idea seemed enticing. You washed your hair and your body, taking your time with it before rinsing yourself clean. When you stepped out, you felt like an entirely new woman.

On the counter sat a neatly folded stack of clothes topped with a towel. A flutter of unfamiliar feelings rose in your stomach, catching you off guard and making you turn your nose up at your own emotions. You shook off the moment of uncertainty, reaching out to grab the towel and then you wrapped it around yourself. You dried off before taking to the clothes he had left for you and dressing yourself. When you broke into the kitchen, you heard the soft hum of music and the clatter of dishes. Your eyes landed on Jake, shirtless and in sweatpants once again, immersed in the song playing over his record player as he was turned to face the stove.

“That better not be breakfast.” You warned.

“Would you give it up about the fucking breakfast thing?” He laughed, looking back over his shoulder at you. The playful expression broke you from your fear momentarily. “It wouldn’t be breakfast now, sweetheart. It’s lunch, and you never gave me any rules about lunch.”

“Seems like you’re doing whatever you can to bend the rules.” You raised an eyebrow, walking to the counter and hoisting yourself up on the countertop. He took a few steps towards you, temporarily ignoring the food cooking on the stove. He settled between your legs, his hands finding your hips with little hesitation.

“I wouldn’t be a very good host if I wasn’t concerned with your comfort.” He said, his face leaning dangerously close to your own. “And if I remember correctly, we didn’t lay down any particular rules.”

“I’ll let it slide, but don’t make it a habit.” You warned, a smile tugging at your lips. Even when he was doing something that irked you, you felt compelled to enjoy it.

“Can’t you just appreciate someone being nice to you?” He asked, raising a hand to your cheek and gently cupping it in his palm.

“Just don’t want you getting the wrong idea.” You explained, pulling him in a little further.

“No need to doubt me, angel.” He said, his nose brushing over your own. “Love’s got nothing to do with it.”

“Right,” you agreed, giving a slight nod of your head. “Absolutely nothing to do with it.” You felt the need to cement the notion even further, just to ensure he knew the extent of your seriousness.

“Just two friends eating together,” he played into you, smiling once again. It seemed like the only thing he knew how to do when you were around.

“Reluctantly, at that.” You said, hoping he would lean forward and close the gap between your mouths.

“Stop pretending you hate me; you know that it’s not true.” He scolded, but his tone was incredibly soft. “We make fantastic friends, sweetheart, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“Friends is being generous.” You tightened your grip on him again, drawn in further by the warmth of his skin. “We’re really good at fucking each other. Don’t know if we can call ourselves friends, yet.”

“We are really good at that, aren’t we?” He reminisced on the memory fondly, his eyes glazing over with a yearning so strong it nearly brought him to his knees. “Give the friends thing a few more days, I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

“Whatever you say, Jacob.” You hummed, finished with making conversation with him. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his own in a moment of weakness. His hand drifted to the back of your neck, holding you to him as he responded with enthusiasm. His hand on your hip tightened, already enticed with the idea of sex again. You could not resist each other; the tension in the air was astounding whenever you shared the same space.

You were so immersed in each other that you did not even notice the food beginning to overcook in the frying pan, nor did you hear the opening of his front door. It was only when an unfamiliar voice sounded from behind you did either of you realize the carelessness of your actions.

“Jesus, are you trying to burn the place down?” The words sent a rush of fear through you, forcing you away from Jake with the same intensity of a child getting caught misbehaving. Jake recognized the tone immediately, rolling his eyes at the interruption.

“Sorry,” he muttered under his breath, giving your hip a gentle squeeze as he turned towards the disturbance. “Ever think of knocking?”

“I did, twice.” The boy stated, shutting off the stove and moving the pan to a cooler section of the surface.

“And when I didn’t answer you thought you should just… let yourself in?” Jake asked, casting a sideways glance at you to make sure you were okay. Aside from the blush on your cheeks and your racing heart, you almost found the situation comical. You had never been one to stress under any type of pressure.

“I have a key for a reason.” He shrugged, turning back to face the two of you. “Glad I did, though. Saved the fire department a trip over here.” The sassiness was astounding, and you thought it was hilarious. You recognized the boys face from the picture Jake had shown you the night before, and you were thrilled to see that his twin brother seemed to be a perfect match for Jake’s strong personality. They appeared to balance each other out, similar to the way the sun and the moon would for each other. The two seemed to be caught in a staring contest, housing a silent conversation with their eyes. After a moment, Josh made a move to speak again. “Are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend, or will I have to do that, too?”

“Oh, I’m not his girlfriend.” You cut him off, shaking your head at the thought. “Friends.” You clarified, knowing that the incriminating scene he walked in on was not backing your statement up. Josh laughed at your quick delivery, but understood what you were saying.

“Okay,” he nodded, a smile on his lips. “A friend who happens to be a girl?” He offered, raising an eyebrow.

“I like that better.” You nodded. “I’m y/n.”

“Josh.” He replied, looking between you and his brother. “Sorry for interrupting, I just live next door. Didn’t know he still had company.” He bit down on his lip, trying to stifle his laugh.

“No need to apologize,” you shook your head “think I was just getting ready to head home, anyway.” Jake visibly tensed at your words, angry at his brother for potentially being the reason he could not keep you there with him all day.

“Eat first,” Jake offered, looking back at you “I can take you home afterwards.” You caught his eye, noticing a silent plead for you to agree. You gave him a smile, nodding your head to tell him you would. You noticed him relax at the motion, happy that you felt no need to argue it. “You hungry?” He eyed his brother, extending the formality because he felt required to, not because he wanted to.

“Sure!” He grinned, happy for the invitation. Jake forced a smile as he nodded for the both of you to sit down. You did as he wanted, sliding off the counter and taking a seat at the kitchen table. As your eyes inspected the wood in which you were sat upon the night before, your cheeks burned at the memory and a rush of arousal ran through you once again. “So, Jake’s friend who is a girl but is not his girlfriend,” you looked up to meet Josh’s eyes, broken indefinitely from the vulgar train of thought. “Tell me about yourself.” You studied his face for a moment, finding their similarities astounding. In the picture you had seen, it was easy to tell them apart, but in person, you could really see the familiarity in their expressions.

“So, Jake’s twin brother, what would you like to know?” You asked, flashing a smile.

“He told you about me?” He pretended to gush over the thought.

“He did,” you nodded, laughing at the dramatic expression.

“Where are you from?” He asked.

“Here,” you answered, finding conversations with him much easier than the ones at the bar with his brother. You knew it was only because you were not interested in anything further than friendship with Josh, and you were incredibly invested in Jakes devastatingly beautiful presence. Friendship came easy to you, where as anything further did not, and you knew from the very beginning that Jake was looking to be much more than friends. “I’m a photographer, so when I graduated high school, I started my own little business and never really felt the need to leave.”

“That’s really cool.” He grinned, intrigued by your words. “How’d you end up with him? I know a pretty girl like you must’ve had more options than that.” You laughed at his question, but did not notice the look of daggers Jake shot at his twin.

“He’s alright, actually.” You defended, finding the humour comfortingly similar to your own. You were not shocked to know that Josh was just as charming and beautiful as his brother, yet it still seemed unfair that they had been born with such an advantage. “Guess we just ended up in the right place at the right time.” You shrugged.

“Seems so.” He agreed, watching as Jake handed out plates of food to everyone. Jake couldn’t help but feel jealous at the simplicity of your conversation with Josh. Although he liked the challenge, he was curious as to why you were so much more reserved with him. “Are you a music lover, friend that is a girl?”

“You can call me by name, you know.” You laughed at his question.

“I think I like the nickname better, but I’ll keep that in mind.” He joked.

“I do like music, though.” You nodded. “When your career is art in any form, I think it’s a given to enjoy music.”

“Fair point,” he nodded “any particular type?”

“I’m pretty well versed in all of the genres. My mom had me in piano lessons as soon as I could talk, so I’ve branched out quite a bit over the years.”

“Wait ‘till Sammy gets ahold of you. You’ll never get rid of him.” He laughed, eyeing Jake from the corner of his eye. You didn’t know if you were quite ready to meet the rest of the family, especially considering how abrupt your meeting with Josh was, but knowing that Sam shared a common interest was quite intriguing. You were still opposed to any type of relationship other than casual with Jake, but you were quickly growing fond of his brother. Then again, knowing Jake’s charm so well, you thought it would be impossible to not like the rest of the siblings. It was something he was born with, and you could only assume that the others would have it, too. You hoped that when the day was through, you would get the chance to talk with Josh again. He seemed like someone you would quite like to be friends with. Hopefully, you would eventually get to meet Sam and share your love for piano.

“Piano?” Jake asked, looking up at you. He was curious as to why you hadn’t told him that in your time together, but then again, he never asked. He was beating himself up for not trying harder to know you, because the more he listened to your voice, the more he felt inclined to get you to stay.

“Yeah,” you nodded, giving him a soft smile.

“Fitting.” He returned your expression, slinking his hand to your knee under the table.

“I’m sure Jake’s already made your ears bleed with the guitar, but if you’re more into vocals, I’d be happy to take you over to my apartment so you can get away from him for a while.” Josh teased, clearly only attempting to get under his brothers skin. Jakes gaze darted back to him, a look of anger flashing in his eyes.

“He hasn’t, actually, but I’ll keep that in mind for when he does.” You laughed, finding the brotherly competition funny.

“Really? That’s usually his go to when when’s trying to impress someone.”

“I guess I’ll look forward to it for next time.” You shrugged, making sure to settle Jake’s fears by letting him know you wanted to come back. He visibly relaxed back into his chair, happy to know that Josh had not managed to scare you away. You almost felt special at the knowledge, realizing he did not try to woo you with any of his usual tactics. When he said that you were special the night before, you did not believe him, yet as the time passed, you began to understand he was in fact telling you the truth. You should have known that when he wasn’t rushing you out the door first thing in the morning, but the confirmation was nice and very welcome.

“What about you, brother of the twin kind?” You asked. “Tell me about yourself.”

“There’s not much to say.” He shrugged, chuckling at your term of endearment. “I sing, I like film, and my lifelong goal is to piss him off.”

“Seems like a simple life.” You grinned.

“I enjoy it.” He agreed.

“Speaking of pissing me off, what exactly are you doing here?” Jake asked, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

“Oh, I came over to get the drafts of the songs we were working on the other night. Would have came over last night, but I think you were a bit preoccupied.” He giggled. Fear flooded you as you finally realized the extent of what he meant by saying he lived just next door. Your and Jake’s cheeks both tinged red with a blush, embarrassed by your unintentional public display of affection.

“If I give them to you, will you leave?” Jake asked, hoping for him to say yes.

“Sure.” Josh chuckled, finally realizing he may have overstayed his welcome. “Would it be somewhere in the pile of paper on the floor?” He couldn’t help but throw in another light jab, eyes flickering to the scattered items littering the ground.

Jake stood, reaching down and grabbing one of the journals from the mess and tossed it down on the table beside him.

“Yep,” he affirmed the joke, finding no need to lie about it. Your eyes were glued to the floor, though, permanently fixated on a flash of red peeking out from underneath Jake’s foot. Your stomach twisted with anxiety as you realized it was the torn remnants of your underwear he had ruined the night before. Then, a small flutter of adoration filled your chest, realizing he’d been concealing it the entire time to avoid causing you any further embarrassment.

“Guess that’s my cue to leave.” Josh chirped, rising to his feet. “I like her, Jake. You should bring her around more often.” He said, but it sounded more like he was scolding him.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jake nodded, eager to get him out of his apartment.

“It was lovely meeting you, friend of the female genre, who is definitely not a girlfriend.” Josh flashed you a smile. “Hope to see you again.”

“You too, Josh.” You said, honesty radiating from you. You liked him, even if he seemed to come off a bit strong. He seemed like a bubblier version of Jake, who was much less inclined to try and get in your pants and more apt to brighten your mood.

“I’ll leave you be, then.” Josh looked back to his brother, telling him something without even opening his mouth. You almost envied the relationship between them, unable to comprehend knowing someone so well that you could communicate without words. With that, he turned away and walked back to his own apartment. Neither of you spoke a word until after you heard the door shut.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” He apologized, his posture relaxing as he took a seat again.

“No need to say sorry, I like him.” You admitted.

“Yeah, you certainly seemed to.” Jake said, a sour smile begging to turn his lips. “Gonna have to ask him what it takes to get you to admit that.”

“Are you jealous, honey?” You teased, almost unbelieving of the emotion in his voice. He rolled his eyes, unwilling to engage in your antics. “I like you too, Jake. A lot, if you haven’t noticed.” You said, realizing it had actually rubbed him the wrong way. Another one of your morals flushed down the drain in a split second decision, yet you didn’t seem to care. “Thanks for hiding the evidence.” You trailed off, looking to the floor at the torn piece of fabric. He looked down, too, almost laughing at the thought. He reached down, grabbing them off the ground before replying.

“Those are only for me to see, angel. I’m not that generous.” With that, he tucked the fabric neatly away in his pocket, flashing you a smile. You were furious at your body for wanting him so desperately, because you were already aching for relief just from his words alone. “You want to head home?” He changed the subject quickly, but his mind was still heavily occupied with the small memory sitting inside the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Yeah, sure. Wouldn’t want to take up too much of your day.” You nodded, yet you were almost saddened at the idea of going home. When you knew there was so much pleasure to be had in his company, being alone was lacklustre in comparison. “I can change out of these.”

“No, I’ll just grab them another time.” He said, the least bit concerned about getting them back.

“Okay.” You nodded, standing and grabbing your dress that was bunched up and hidden in the corner by the island. Without any further conversation, you made sure you had all of your belongings as he grabbed his car keys.

“Ready?” He asked, also noticing a sinking feeling in his stomach as he came to terms with the ending of your stay. You nodded, allowing him to lead the way outside. He showed you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before getting in himself.

The drive home was mostly silent aside from your occasional directions, yet you did not seem to find it uncomfortable. One of his hands was firmly clasped around the steering wheel, and the other was permanently anchored on your thigh. The hum of the radio was soothing as you watched the city go by through the tint of his windows. You let your hand rest gently on top of his, not yet comfortable enough to lace your fingers with his, but enough to know that you wanted to keep touching him. You pointed to a driveway just off of a side road, quietly telling him to turn into it. He did as you said, letting his eyes linger over the subtle decoration outside of the house. He smiled at the sight, finding yet another small detail about you that he was enthralled with.

“This is it.” You said, looking out the window at your front porch.

“So it seems.” He nodded, reluctant to pull his hand away from you. You both remained still, neither wanting to leave, and both dreading being the first to say goodbye.

“Thanks for everything. It was nice.” You admitted.

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart.” He assured you. “You should let me put my number in your phone, just in case you want to do it again sometime.” He looked over at you, praying to every higher power that you wouldn’t shoot him down.

“Yeah,” you nodded, happy he mentioned it. If you went inside without his number, you weren’t sure you would ever forgive yourself. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and pulled out your contact list, quickly handing it over to him. He took it, immediately typing in a number before giving it back. You looked down at the nameless number, finding it too impersonal after all you had shared with him over the course of your stay in his apartment. You hit the edit button, typing in just a single emoji; the little purple devil spoke more truth than a nickname ever could.

“Ah, the modern way to refer to a hookup.” He noted, chuckling at your choice of name.

“Exactly.” You agreed, but it was not why you chose it. Yes, he was a hookup that you would certainly be calling late at night, but it had little to do with the nature of your relationship, and everything to do with your judgement of his character. The longer you spent with him, the more you felt like he was the devil sent back to earth just to torture you. You typed in a small message, hitting send and waiting to hear the chime. After a second, his phone rang with your message, prompting a smile on your lips.

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t give you a fake number?” He asked, knowing that the idea was absolutely incredulous.

“Didn’t want to risk it.” You knew he would never have given you a fake phone number in hopes of losing contact with you. Your message served a single purpose, which was delaying your return to your own home. You leaned over, pulling him in for a kiss before bargaining with the thought of getting out of the car. He held you tightly, showing you through his actions that he was feeling exactly the same. “Do you… do you want to come in?” You rushed out, breathless from the kiss and nervous about rejection.

“I was hoping you’d ask.” He sighed, already stuck in a daydream of another night spent beside you, or more specifically, inside of you.

With a new found energy, you both bustled from the vehicle and rushed to the front door, caught in a fit of excited laughter. As you opened the door for him, you did not realize you had effectively opened the gate for him to come in and uproot your entire life. As you locked it behind you, the sin continued with no signs of slowing, now housed behind the four walls of your own home. When the two of you collapsed in a heap of limbs on the mattress, gluttony was bleeding from the walls and dripping down to stain your skin. When his hands ever so gently slipped under your shirt, exposing you to him once more, your second infraction of the capital vices made home in your hearts and stitched itself to the muscle, ensuring you could never escape its morbid fury.

With two already down and only five left to go, you were a fool to think that you would ever recover from the atrocities you had committed just to spend another minute alone in his company.

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[drunkenlionwrites]

Hi hi hi a HSR request if you don't mind, please? 👉👈

Bareback sex with Dan Heng where you're asking, begging, pleading him to creampie you and internally he really really really wants to, but no, he can't, he has to be the responsible one, as always! ... Or does he? Aha 😏

Heeey nonnies, hope it's okay I decided to merge these two requests. I love Dan Heng so much, but this drabble is not my best, so hope you like it a bit anyway 💖 Warnings: g/n afab reader, p in v sex, creampie (or not?🤭)

Once his ears registered the sound of the closing door of the Underworld’s Goethe Hotel room that would be yours for the night, he allowed to indulge himself in your warm touches to unwind from all the ruckus of this day. Clothes falling to the slightly rotten but squeaky-clean wooden floor, as he with a few wide strides urged you into the small bed, which pathetically creaked under the weight of your bodies.

He gracefully snaked in between your soft thighs, elbows pressed on either side of your face pressing an impatient and urgent kiss to your lips, feeling the temperature of your body seeping into him, coaxing Dan Heng to at last relax his body, feeling just how tense the muscles of his back and shoulders have been before. Bringing his slender hand down to your waist, he glided over your hip lower until he felt the softness of your lower body and then the puffiness of your pussy, slipping his fingers easily in between your folds where the heat of your body has been even more intense, combined with slickness of your arousal.

You moaned under his touches, managing to breathe out “M’ready, Dan Heng. Need you inside” He groaned at that and after stroking his cock in between your labia a few times easily slipped inside you, feeling how your body is contracting around him, welcoming him so eagerly. “Damn it, you’re so warm inside…I’ve been so cold… Wanted this so much.” A whisper left his lips right above your ear, earning him a mewl and some incoherent praises.

Stroke after stroke of his length inside you made him hazy, placing his head beside your face, where he could continue whispering his heart out into your ear. He closed his eyes, basking in the heat and softness of your body, breaths becoming uneven, when the visions of today invaded his mind once again. The way March has been almost hit by the Silvermane guard today if he has been a second late, the way your pretty face has been marred by concern and fear for your fate.

His jaws tightened at those thoughts, the feeling of being not responsible and thoughtful enough pushing back the hazy pleasure your colliding bodies provided. Dan Heng has always been the responsible one, trailing after March, Stelle and now you, always making sure that the group stays out of trouble or at least isn’t creating new ones. Baby-sitting has been a role he’s been trying to adjust to with varying success. Out here, in Belobog it actually put a strain on him, being a first trailblazing expedition both for you and Stelle. And with you…he wanted to be your protector, wanted you to lean on him. But what if he’s not good enough at that? After all the jokes, what if he’s not responsible enough?

Forcing his eyes open and his self-doubt away, he gazed into your blissed out eyes, whispering “You know how much I cherish you, right?” pushing deeper inside you. “How broken I’ll be if anything happens to you?” his strokes precise and hard, but painfully slow as if to empathize his every word. “Nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m beside you, you know that…right?” he barely managed to say, his panting filling pauses in between words.

Your eyes remained closed, but the way your body arched into his, your thighs hugging his hips even more and frantically pushing his body closer into yours, your mewls and broken “mhm”s were more than enough to make him feel desperate and full with desire. Not hearing the damned bed’s screeching at each move of his anymore, he fastened the pace, only the sweet sounds of your moans and breaths, the meeting of his body with yours and the wet sounds of your pussy registered in his ears.

Guided by your slight bodily responses and the way your mewls were becoming more erratic, he sped up finding the angle which brought the most of sounds out of you, feeling the way your oh so hot walls become clenching faster around his length. He still couldn’t let go of his consciousness entirely, couldn’t lose himself in your warmth since he still funnily enough needed to be responsible and pull out before your pussy started milking him way too much to pull out in time.

That is, until you wriggled under him, pathetically moaning “please…I can’t bear any longer…Dan Heng, please…please cum inside..” which made him gasp, feeling his cock twitching with more cum and blood feeling it from the inside. “You know we can’t.” Your hands came up to his shoulders, bringing him closer into your chest as you said right into his ear “Yes, we can” just before the orgasm hit you, making you clench around him, nails mercilessly pushing into his shoulders leaving the deep marks. The neediness in your voice and the way your pussy so pathetically pulsed around him brought him to his peak after a few more strokes, making him release strings of hot cum inside you as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

Pulling out he saw a perfect picture of your mixed releases slowly spilling out of your hole, while you’ve still been pulsing around emptiness, making even more mess over the crunchy lavender-scented bedsheet. “Fuck, probably it’s good to be less responsible once in a while” Dan Heng mused to himself tiredly, joining you on the bed and tucking you under his chin protectively.

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[onlyjaeyun]

hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

#enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #enhypen x reader #; drabbles #; boyfie #; daddies 💞

[strlingsav]

Such a huge fan of your writing, it’s impeccable. May I request a hand necklace from Ghost? With a sprinkling of praise? 👀

Diolch yn fawr 💕

Stop it ily 🫶🏻 I'm more than happy to indulge this 🤭 I have a very difficult time writing short pieces!!

Rough

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Simon's rough with you.

Warnings: consensual choking. Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

It was feverish and rushed, a spare moment in your day that you'd dedicated to him. You couldn't stay away for long, neither could he- short, messy trips to the bathroom together, long, passionate visits to each others room when the sun went down.

You'd never expected Ghost to be so gentle, so delicate with his hands when he touched you. Every movement was calculated; that much you could've guessed, but it was planned. He was observant, adaptive. Any and all pleasure was soft and fleeting. Just enough to satisfy, not enough to last.

You knew he was afraid to be too rough, afraid to push too far and hurt you. The longing was unbearable, never-ending desire burning hot inside, turning every sinful thought to ash as it crept through you. You could be impatient, rash, but you'd held out long enough. Waited long enough.

He wasn't lacklustre by any means, he was a giver. Through and through. He'd spend the night between your thighs if he could, if the sun wouldn't rise. He'd always make sure you were well taken care of, a surprising characteristic you found most arousing.

It was no different than any other hook-up between the two of you. Starting with a quick look, a glance over your shoulder when you noticed him near. He'd slowly meet your gaze, a silent agreement between you. A routine. Then, he'd appear at your door.

Two knocks, heavy and deliberate. You'd open it to find him, void of any of his gear, still in fatigues from the day's work. You loved seeing him that way; in his element. He was born to do what he did, an irrefutable fact. It only aroused you more, especially the uniform that fit over every muscle like a glove. He'd been wrapped and delivered to you, a gift on your doorstep.

You stepped aside, allowing him in. Your hand reached back for his, shutting the door and twisting the lock. You pulled him in, his back hitting the door with a thud. He grunted- low and satisfied, maybe even aroused. He could be a bit of a masochist.

Here you were now; your hands clinging to his neck and shoulders, his wrapped under your thighs, his cock buried inside you. He had you pressed against the wall, your knees nearly to your chest, hips grinding into you with tireless vigour.

His head laid in the crook of your neck, heavy pants against your sticky skin. You tilted your head back, letting it hit the wall, breathless moans leaving your swollen lips.

"Fuck yes," You whined, your hands scrambling to keep him close, ensuring he wouldn't stop. "Right there, right there."

"You like it right there, sweetheart?" He mocked you, but you knew he loved hearing the strain in your voice, the way you so confidently told him exactly what you liked.

"Yes, shit, don't fucking stop."

He shook his head, near disbelief, questioning his sanity with how long he'd held out- held back from cumming.

"That's it," He said, clenched teeth, veins protruding from the glistening skin of his arms and neck. "Bloody hell, you're my good fuckin' girl, ain't you?"

"Yes," You gasped. "Say it again," You muttered, your eyes squeezing shut.

Every thrust sent you further up the wall, every time his pelvis rubbed against your clit, his cock grazed your cervix.

"Y'know I love when you take this cock," He grunted. "Y'take it so well, sweetheart. My good girl." He thrusted pointedly, punctuating every word with a snap of his hips.

Your mouth dropped open, airy moans brushing against his ear.

He suddenly stepped back, spinning you around to pin your chest to the wall instead, your thigh pulled up to your side by his hand. You let your foot rest on the nearby chair, arching your back into him. You let out a short giggle of satisfaction, cut off when he slid back inside you.

He nearly lifted you off the ground, but you paid no mind to it when he wrapped his arm around you. His fingers reached down to run circles over your engorged clit.

Your hands slammed against the wall, your quick exhales fanning back at you.

He drove into you, his eyes glued to the cinch of your waist, the bounce of your ass when it met his pelvis. His head dropped back, eyes glaring at the ceiling as he resisted the growing urge to cum.

"God Simon," You whined, your forehead pressing against the wall. "Fuck me so well."

It was quick, dirty, no time for teasing or waiting, both of your temperatures running hot with lust, ecstasy coursing through your veins, threatening to burst.

He pressed his lips to your neck. "This cunt is squeezin' around me. You wanna cum for me, sweetheart? Be a good fuckin' slag and cum for me."

You were so close you could feel the tension in your muscles, your abdomen.

"Choke me," You whispered, your voice weak.

He hesitated, you could feel it. Though you were in no mood to coddle, to reassure. You wanted it, you could handle it. He knew that, knew you were resilient, but he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt you.

"Choke me, Simon," You groaned. "I can take it- please, just- I need your hand around my fucking throat."

He couldn't resist, couldn't abstain from giving in to your every whim, especially not with how sweet you sounded, begging and pleading for his hand around your throat. His hand. You trusted him.

A quiet huff in your ear, then the feeling of his calloused hand sliding around your trachea. He squeezed, soft and subdued. His breath tickled your ear, goosebumps erupting over your sweaty skin, your breathing now turned to quiet wheezes.

"More," You groaned. "Please baby, more."

He groaned; you were fucking impossible to deny when you sounded like that.

"Fuckin' insatiable," He huffed.

His fingers worked at your clit, his other hand pulling you against his chest from the grip on your neck. He applied more pressure, and you moaned, your lips parting as you gasped for air.

"Thank you," You sighed, a flood of relief overtaking your body, before your orgasm.

His cock massaged your walls, fingers stimulating your clit, his other hand holding tight over your trachea. It was a deadly combination; you let go, relaxing into him as your orgasm erupted. It engulfed you, brain turning off, lit up only by the surge of pleasure in every nerve.

"Fuck- so tight," He grunted. He continued thrusting, pushing through the muscles inside you that were clenching down around him. "That's my girl," He whispered. "Cummin' hard on my cock."

You trembled, your knees faltering as you recovered from your orgasm. He kept you afloat, his hands moving to your hips, and upwards to massage your breasts.

"That feel good, love?" He asked, panting in your ear.

"Yes," You stuttered.

"That's right. You gonna let me cum in this tight fuckin' cunt?"

You nodded repeatedly. "Yes- yes please. Give it to me."

"Ah shiiiit," A harsh moan, abrasive and shocking in your ear. "My good girl," He whispered. "You're so good to me, sweetheart. Lettin' me fuck you just how I like."

You could've crumbled, could've abandoned what little energy you had left, but instead, you moved back against him. Your hips rolling up to bounce your ass on his pelvis, a satisfied moan leaving his lips as he released inside you.

He let you take over, his hands resting on your ass as you relentlessly drove against him. When his hips twitched, you slowly ended the torture.

awoke a new, more sadistic side of him that liked controlling every breath, every moan that passed through your lips. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, and you'd never have to ask.

He'd more than enjoyed it; in fact, it awakened something in him that liked having your throat in his hand. Feeling every breath and moan against his palm, controlling every movement, sound and breath that left your lips. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, and you'd never have to ask.

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[run2gyuz]

Thoughts on lee know + thigh riding? 🤭🤭 love your writing sm

𝘼/𝙉: Thank you for your request and compliment <3

dom!lee know x fem!reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Thigh riding (obvs) , degradation lol, orgasm denial, humiliation kinda? lmk if I missed anything!

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MINORS DNI

You're a genius for this because no way anyone can look at lee knows thighs and not think, damn. I feel like Minho would use it as a punishment if you're being really needy or teasing him a lot, like imagine you've been dating him for about a month and he finally takes you out to meet his friends. Seeing him being loud and hyper when talking with his friends, yet so calm and caring when with you flipped a switch inside of you. You slipped your hand into his starting to stroke against his palm which seemed an innocent act to his friends yet Minho knew exactly what you were doing. You started to caress his thigh, shifting your body to lean against him. He'd look at you harshly and mutter, "You're such a slut, so needy hm?"

As soon as you got to his apartment you'd be pushing the boy down onto his couch, hastily clambering on top of him to straddle him. You started to place needy kisses onto his soft lips, peppering them down to his collarbone. Suddenly you felt one of his legs move to outside of yours, leaving you straddling only one of his thighs. You groaned against his neck at the sudden movement. The boy pressed against your chest, forcing you to look at him, "You know baby, since you were so desperate to feel up my thighs earlier, you can ride them, don't deserve my cock do you baby?" You stare at the boy blankly, was he serious? You groaned letting your head fall against his shoulder, moments later though, your head shot up at the feeling of his cold hands against your hips, pushing your clothed core down onto his thick thigh. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation, grinding down onto his thigh, feeling an even greater amount of pleasure than before. Minho let out a chuckle, leaning back against his couch placing his hands behind his head, smirking at you with a, "That's my girl, go on, fuck yourself against my thigh, god you're so pathetic, just the way I like you," He clenched his thigh, watching your face contort with pleasure, trying to ignore the growing boner in his pants at the sound of your heavenly moans, mixed with the very obvious wet patch forming on his trousers.

"Minho, please keep doing that, please," You beg after he clenched his thigh for the nth time, the boy only chuckled slightly bucking his leg up into your seeping wet core. He watched at your eyes rolled back in pleasure, saliva dribbling down your chin onto his thigh that was already soaked with your arousal. You placed your hands behind the boys head in an attempt to hold his hands, an act in which he quickly compiled, all while resisting the urge to pull out his cock and jerk off to the sight of you in front of him. He watched as your head rolled forwards, and your hands clenched his tighter than he thought was possible. Tears fell from your eyes at the feeling as your pussy clenched around nothing. Minho groaned as your moans and wines got higher and higher, indication to him that you were getting close. "Please Minho, fuck- I'm gonna cum ple-" You were cut of as the boy firmly held your hips to a stop, you looked up at him in shock, attempting to move but to no avail due to the strength of his grip. You whined and more tears fell from your eyes as you let out a strained, "Minho, why?".

The boy simply let out a chuckle, wiping your tears with one hand as the other continued to keep you in place, "You think after acting like such a whore in front of my friends you're gonna get to cum just like that?" Minho could tell you'd calmed down so he removed his hand, encouraging you to move again, clenching his thigh and bucking into your cunt once again, "No baby, you're gonna have to work for it,".

yum.

As always requests are welcomed! Please like + reblog as it really boosts my work!

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[elvisalltheway101]

addiction; 50s elvis x f!reader MDI

summary: PART TWO OF OBSESSION; elvis takes you out on a date as a little token of appreciation, but it later becomes more than just a token.

author’s note: I’ve written a continuous babble for @jhoneybees first spicy fic 🤭… of course with all her permission and that, hehe I won’t say much other than enjoy! And I really hope that mah doll enjoys it also!

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“Take me, Presley”

his eyes widen, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his pink tinged lip between his teeth. Before he can even register your words, you courageously begin to glide your hips into his lap.

A high-pitched mutter strings out of his swollen lips, swollen from his chomping to keep quiet. Your clothed sex bucking against his obvious hard member that strains against his slacks.

You smirk, grabbing his chin. Changing his jaw in your firm grasp, “nuh uh, look here, baby.” You purr into his ear, pulling his chin down to see the sight that you swear you feel his cock twitch wickedly.

Your white cotton panties now damp against your flushed lower lips, making it almost transparent to the sticky dark curls that decorate along your womanhood. That’s enough to make his head dizzy, but to have that wet snatch thrusting against his member. He grits his teeth, chomping then together to keep a groan of profanities.

Once a loud scene of the movie pops on, you decide to shuffle back to your seat. His hands dig into the leather scratched seats, panting like crazy. “B-baby, w-what?” His voice comes out a strained whine, needy and hungry.

But could you blame him? His head is full of lust, desperate for your touch and yearning for so much more. He’s a needy scrawny little thing now, overwhelmed with feelings of sexual desires. He has to clasp his hand over his stiff member to atleast have some sort of relief. If the audience and crowd knew his arousal, they’d all feel bad for him. But you just smirked and shook your head.

“Baby, please, please, don’t b-be mean. Don’t tease, i-it ain’t nice to tease- ahh.” He begins to mutter out before sighing with great relief by your actions. You slide all the way across from him, with a sly smile and slowly creep your foot up to the red leather seat next to him. He watches with a waiting eyes, your white kitten heel nudging at his knee to part his legs. He does so, parting his thighs together and your mouth waters. His thick, virgin cock just waiting for any sort of relief, and you give it to him.

Stretching your leg out, you press the toe of your heel onto his bulge. He gasps and immediately digs his nails into the steering wheel and seat. His diluted blue eyes watch as you slowly but firmly rub into his clothed length.

His hips stutter and buck against your foot, at the sight of your perfectly white painted toenails that peek out from your strapped white heels pressing onto him. “Y-yes doll, oh.” He breathes out, his chest heaving heavily, rising with every thrust of his hips into your foot. Needing this.

You snake a hand down between your own legs, nudging onto your damn panties at the delicious sight across from you. Elvis’ jaw drops down to his collarbone as you meet lust gazed eyes and he grips your ankle.

he begins to grind against your foot with speed and hunger. His fingers digging into your soft ankle, thighs nearly hugging your heel as he grinds. It reminds you of a bunny, pacing and moving quickly.

his eyes roll to the back of his head, tugging at his bottom lip to not make any noise. to not make any clue that he’s having such an awakening pleasure.

The only thing present is the sound of uneven breathing. Both of you chasing your own highs, you pick up the pace against your clothes cunt. Rubbing fast circles, that you let out a soft whimper.

Once he hears that angelic hum from you, he feels himself twitch harshly under your foot. His hard cock is surely sticky and hot from his pre cum dribbling down his base, stuffy in his pants. “Aw f-fuck!” He whines out gruffly stomach tightening because he’s almost there. Just a second away-

You yank your foot back, huffing and puffing. His eyes shoot open in surprise, with flushed cheeks and immediately his head leans back up to beg.

”y/n! Please, please, ‘s n-not funny, it’s hurting.” He whimpers out quietly, reaching out with grabby hands. He’s aching hard, and you’ve made him this way.

Boldly, you crawl onto and straddle his hips between your squishy thighs. You swear you see a glowing smile on his cheeky face and he slightly spreads his legs for you to seat fully.

now you can see him in all his glory. eyebrows knitted in pleasure, cheeks crimson, and chest rising and falling with every second. “o-oh yes, yes doll, yes, please.” he hums out in that honey southern drawl of his.

and you gladly oblige.

your clothed vagina lips surrounding the outline bulge of his hungry, covered cock that was laying heavily against the fabric. You scrunch up your pale purple skirt to your waist for him to see this and his eyes nearly cross and he throws his head back.

He doesn’t care anymore if people hear him. He doesn’t care anymore that maybe one of ‘em will tell his mama and daddy what he was up to this Friday night. He does not care.

Rutting his hips between your legs at a bunnies bruising pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes baby, y-you feel this too, m’right?” He huffs out through gritted teeth, eyes screwed close as he feels this delicious sensation in the pit of his belly.

You can only loll your head to nod, shoving your face into the peak of his sweaty neck, your lips capturing his salty, sweaty skin and he groans.

It’s the moment that you take your pink painted nails down his chest, feeling the scrapes of need through his thin shirt.

He yelps and plants his feet firmly to the ground of the car to levitate his hips into yours. Your orgasm gets the better of you and you slam your hips into his, gasping into his chest and biting down onto his shoulder.

Blue pupils blown and rolled back to his skull, spurt on spurt of his white, precious seed coats his dark blue boxers, he bucks his hips with every rope that streams. you add to the mess with your wet high. Creating a hot, drenching spot to his dark, green slacks.

You’re his addiction, and he can’t get enough of you.

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I hope you enjoyed! sweaty palms rn 🫠

#elvis #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #elvis x y/n #enjoy! #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x reader #Elvis smut #elvis x reader smut #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley fanfiction

[20-th-centurygirl]

Yes please Write for jack please 🙏🏼

thighs

jack grealish x fem!reader

warnings: smut

summary: riding Jack's thighs

a/n: this man has been the loml for 4 years so it's about time i write for him 🤭

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"You okay darling?" You didn't even need to look at his face to see the massive smirk, the cocky, teasing tone in his voice giving him away. You couldn't tear your gaze away from Jack's spread legs in the skimpiest shorts imaginable, the muscles in his thighs sending shivers down your spine and your underwear was soaked instantly, the dirty thoughts in your mind making you squeeze your legs together. After a long pause you looked up at him, low and behold a huge smirk gracing Jack's face. "M'fine" You whispered before sneaking more glances to his thighs. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours" He asked, gesturing for you to sit on his lap and you happily obliged.

His hands gravitated to your waist, squeezing gently as he shot you a loving smile. He tapped your cheek with his index finger "you didn't answer my question" His eye contact never broke, clearly amused by your hesitance as your face flushed. "I was just thinking about your thighs. How good they look" you muttered, unable to keep eye contact with him. He lifted your jaw to look at him again "that all princess?" He raised his eyebrow and the nickname melted you. "I um" you gulped before coming out with it "I was thinking about how they'd feel if I ride them" You muttered, your face burning.

He let out a small chuckle before lifting you to sit on one of his exposed thighs. "Well we're never gonna know unless you try are we?" His hands slowly moved you backwards and forwards and you instantly let out a pathetically loud moan, your hands settling on his shoulders "jack" you whimpered as he began to clench his muscles. "Feel good princess?" You nodded feverishly before your head fell back, his muscles as the seam of your shorts hitting your clit just right. You began to grind down on his thigh as he moved you backwards, groaning at the sight of you getting off on this thigh. "You look so good right now. Making yourself feel good like this. So desperate for me aren't you babygirl?" His shorts were strained as your moans and whimpers increased in volume. "M Jack. Fuck it feels so good" you brought one of your hands over to his bulge, brushing over it earing a small grunt from jack. "You close baby?" You could only nod as you circled your hips desperately, stroking jack through his shorts as you tried to match his pleasure to yours. You moaned out loudly as you felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over you before you slumped into Jack's arms, panting wildly. You pulled your head back to look at his before jack placed his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your face to his and connecting your mouths in a loving kiss. "Fuck that was amazing" you muttered as you pulled back. "Oh yeah? Think you should make me feel good now princess" He smirked and you were more than happy to oblige, shuffling to your knees immediately.

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #jack grealish x reader #jack grealish #jack grealish smut #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish fluff #jack grealish fanfic

[lovelyhan]

hope you're comfy in the cold weather kai!!

speaking of cuddling with hao, i think he'd be the type who Seriously just wants to cuddle when it's cold out, but sadly for hao, his s/o is a tease and keeps grinding their ass against him until he isn't sleepy anymore and intentionally gets him worked up af

(can i be your ❄️ anon also? 🤭)

you are an insane person! criminally unwell! you deserve to be locked up without parole!

⟣ when it's cold outside ⟢ wc: 0.4k words minors do not interact!

minghao doesn't see any problems when you asked him to get under the comforter with you when he visited your apartment. it was colder than usual and he could use a quick nap before heading back to the dorms.

so here he is, face resting against the crook of your neck as the heat of your bodies permeates into each other—enveloping the two of you in warmth so inviting, it nearly lulls him to sleep right away.

though you wouldn't catch him admitting it aloud, minghao enjoys these quiet afternoons with you much more than he thought he would. he adores how your body slots perfectly against his own—like two pieces of a puzzle he's been searching for his whole life. not to mention, the scent of you both in his arms and all over your sheets easily tempers his mind into a state of relaxation.

lying with you like this isn't so different from meditating.

most of the time.

"love," he groans when you push your ass back against his groin—yanking him halfway from slumber. "why are you moving around so much?"

he could give you the benefit of the doubt that you were simply moving around to get more comfortable. but minghao has been with you long enough to know when the things you do bear no ill will and when you fully intend to make him suffer a little.

"no reason," you giggle before doing it again. another tantalizing roll of your backside that grants him friction he didn't even know he craved. "you can go back to sleep if you want to, hao. i'm just getting comfortable."

though his mind attempts to distract himself from your no-good antics, his body responds in kind—slender fingers gripping your hips deliciously tight. minghao grinds his half-hard length against the valley of your ass, sucking a sharp breath through gritted teeth. he can't believe how easily you made him succumb to temptation.

but then again, he can never hold out against you for long.

"h-hao," you whine, tilting your head around to brush your lips against the corner of his mouth. "feels so good..."

minghao half-expects you to roll back into the pillows to let him climb over you like usual. but to his surprise, you put in a bit more force into your arms when you turn to push him back down on the bed—planting your thighs on either side of his hips as you stare down at him with a needy look in your eyes.

"you'll give it to me, right?" you whisper, making him groan as you gyrate your hips slowly—his aching cock straining even further against the fabric of his sweats. "you'll make me feel good. right?"

looks like he's heading back to the dorms later than usual.

besides, who was he to deny you the pleasure?

hope you have a nice day or whatever :/// totally didn't get ME worked up when i was supposed to work on a wip :////// (also yes you can definitely be ❄️ anon! but have some mercy on my mental health next time xoxo)

#🍵 tea time #❄️ anon #seventeen smut #the8 smut #minghao smut #you are Crazy #i can't believe you've done this! #<- actually enjoyed every minute i spent writing this #feed into my delusions yes #📝 drabble #lovelyhan

[fieldofdaisiies]

Elucien x Reader | Bunny

type: smut warning(s): explicit descriptions, threesome, dom. sub. relations, pet names word count: 2.1k words request: could you write elucien x reader smut with reader as the sub 🤭

- all rights reserved - 

A low groan leaves the Autumn Court male’s throat, his large hands curling around the lower bed frame. A predatory gleam appears in his eyes when they roam your figure, how your body moves, how his other mate is sprawled out on the bed, back arching, pressing against you. 

The sounds that leave the two of you are like music in his ears, he loves it, loves watching the scene, holding back before joining. The light in the room is dimmed, the fire from the fireplace making your skin glow. Your hair is brushed over one shoulder, and Lucien once again wonders how he got so lucky to have the two of you, the two most beautiful females in all of Prythian, as his mates. 

He groans low in his throat, pushing off the frame when a soft, feminine gasp slips through Elain’s perfect lips.

“Is our little bunny making you feel good, my love?” Lucien drawls, lifting his gaze to Elain’s glossy eyes. Her lips are parted, cheeks flushed, one hand clasping her right breast. Lucien’s cock strains behind his pants, throbbing and aching with need. His fingers curl towards his palms and he exhales a loud breath. 

A lewd moan parts Elain lips even wider, her other hand softly stroking your hair. “She is making me feel so good, my lord," Elain moans, giving her breast a soft squeeze.

You love her praise, so you want to show her exactly what her praising you did to ypu. Elain squirms when you flick your tongue against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, adding just a tint more pleasure.

You chuckle in delight, sending vibrations throughout her body, your breath tickling her sensitive skin. The Archeron sister clicks her tongue, a brow raising. “Nothing to laugh about, sweetheart. Don’t want to hear that again. Behave, bunny,” she purrs, her tone yet sharp and leaving no room for you to obey nor to laugh again.

You tip your head back, sucking your lower lip between your teeth, tasting the sweet arousal of your mate. You meet Elain’s heated gaze, her plump lips parted, her chest heaving with deep inhales. “Sorry, my lady,” you whisper. “I will make up for it.”

You softly, kiss her lower belly, moving lower until you reconnect your lips with her centre, reveling in the warmth, the softness, the wetness of her. Elain hums contently, her delight reaching you through the bond. She exhales a loud breath when you let your tongue glide through her silken folds and you part her with your thumb, one hand braced on her soft hip, holding her down, spreading her wide open for you. 

Lucien groans deep in his throat, finally surrounding the bed. His presence fills the room, his tall figure drawing a shadow over you when he lowers his hand, letting it dance over your back. 

“Such a good girl she is,” he praises, fingers dancer lower. A shiver courses through your body, goosebumps appearing at his soft, gentle, tentative touch. You taste jasmine and honey in your mouth, lips swollen when the wrap around Elain’s clit, drawing a lewd sound from her, that has you grinning to yourself. You feel her shift on the bed, knowing she has thrown her head back. You also know that she is getting closer to the edge and you love this. You love making your lady come, make her feel good, worship her. The same with Lucien. There was nothing better than pleasuring them and receiving their praises for how well you did and their love.

“But how will you make up for spending this afternoon reading and going for a walk instead of going for ride with me?” Lucien asks, leering at your raised butt and giving it a soft smack. “Will you be my good girl as well? Will you make me feel as good as you make my lady feel? Will you make it up for me as well?” 

His fingers tentatively dance over your backside, tingling your skin, making the hair on your body stand.

You nod your head against Elain’s centre, inhaling her scent. Lucien braces on knee on the bed, leaning over you. He kisses your shoulder, fisting the hair at the back of your head and tipping your head back. It draws a sharp gasp from Elain.

She curses softly and grits her teeth, missing the feeling of your mouth on her hot flesh.

An almost cruel chuckle leaves Lucien at that, his gaze momentarily jumping to her. He blows her a kiss that makes Elain roll her eyes, her elbows braced on the bed. A wicked grin graces his face, his eyes lingering on Elain for a moment before he turn his focus back to his little bunny.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I will,” you breathe, your heavy-lidded gaze meeting Lucien’s. "I will be your good girl and make up for it."

The fiery male’s eyes, one of russet, one of metal, glow with feral delight. “And how will you do this?”

You wiggle your butt, still raised in the air, tilting your head backwards. “I want you take me while I make our lady feel good,” you whisper, smiling sheepishly. 

The Autumn Court male’s blood runs hot when his hands work the laces of his pants, slowly pulling them open and shoving them down his legs, slipping out of them. "Brilliant idea," he drawls, a sly smile blooming on his lips, his voice dropping at least an octave, turning even sultrier.

Moments later Lucien positions himself behind you, his hard length placed against your centre. Adjusting himself, he lets the tip slide into you, softly and carefully, letting you adjust to his size. You moan loudly, gasping at the feeling of his thickness filling and stretching you. He has a firm grip on your hips when he slides in to the hilt, stilling. 

“All good bunny?”

Lucien starts moving, careful, sliding in and out of you with soft, languid thrusts. “All good, my lord,” you whisper, your voice muffled by Elain’s core. The Archeron sister hums in delight, feeling herself get closer to the edge now that her eyes are on Lucien, towering behind you, moving against you, moving in you. He looks like a god, long, auburn flowing over his shoulders, his tanned skin coated in a thin layer of sweat, his head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted. 

Your moans mingle with Elain’s soft pants and Lucien’s groans. 

The fiery male knows that Elain is getting closer to her climax, wanting nothing more than you making her come first. “Bunny, will you make our lady come? Be a good girl and make her come.”

Yes, you think, you want nothing more than that. 

Your hand sliding down her belly, your thumb presses down on her clit, rubbing softly. It makes Elain cry out in pleasure, and you increase the pace of your tongue driving into her. You devour.

Some primal power unleashed at those indecent sounds, Lucien starts pounding into you with a faster pace, his hips meeting your rear with harder thrusts. It fuels your desire even more, feasting on Elain like you have been starved for ages. The Archeron sister fists the bedsheets, rocking against your face, butt lifting from the mattress, her back arching. Her moans rise in pitch, Lucien’s low groans mixing with her ungodly sounds. Elain comes with a scream–a mix of your name and soft curses that would normally never leave her mouth.

“Such a good girl,” she pants, praising you when you let her ride our her height, softly guiding her through it, holding her hips, kissing her centre, softly licking ome last stroke.

Lucien thumbs the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, pushing you over the edge just a moment after Elain. Lucien guides you through your height, moving against you with sloppy thrusts, his hot release spurting against your walls when he comes with a shout. 

Although the two of them are more than content about how good you have been to them and how well you did, they are not yet done for the night. Now it is time for them to worship you properly. Lucien tilts his head at Elain, some non-verbal conversation happening that makes Elain understand immediately what Lucien has in mind.

On the bed the make you roll over, your back against Elain’s front. You meet Lucien’s gaze, his smile spreading over his face when the red-ish fire from the fireplace creates a halo around his figure. He is a god, you think, biting down on your lower lip when your eyes roam over his body, his solid chest, the dusting of red hair. 

“Lean back and relax, bunny,” Elain says in a breath purr. Her soft fingertips stroke up your arm, her breath warming your skin when she gently brushes her lips against your neck. “Let us worship you properly.”

Your toes curl at her statement, at her voice, at her soft touch. You grin and it is that grin that makes both Lucien’s and Elain’s heart swell, their smiles mirroring your delight, your happiness. “So beautiful,” Lucien hums, hooking his big, warm hands under your knee pits, spreading your legs open for him. His breathing halts momentarily when his gazes falls to your glistening centre. Lucien sucks his lower lips between his lips, fingers trembling slightly on your legs. “And perfect.”

“She is, isn’t she?” the Archeron sister coos, her hands sliding over your lower belly, her other hand curling around your throat, thumb stroking your jaw. You fully relax, marveling into Elain’s soft body, her warm skin, her tender strokes, tipping your head back, placing it on your mate’s lovely breasts. Your eyes flutter shut when Lucien kisses your lower belly, humming against your skin. Goosebumps appear, wet heat flooding your centre. Elain’s thumb strokes the skin under your right breast, her other hand sliding over yours, entangling your fingers with hers. You exhale a content breath, heart skipping a happy beat. 

The swipe of Lucien’s tongue through your silken folds has you squirming, the soft press of Elain’s hand on your throat calming you. Lucien flicks his tongue against your clit, lips closing over lip, suckling. You moan at the feeling and Elain loves how she feels your throat vibrating under her hand. Lucien groans when he drives his tongue deep into you, licking, suckling. He feasts on you like a starving male, feral delight reaching your through the bond when every restraint is unleashed. Hand slowly sliding lower Elain takes your right nipple between her forefinger and thumb, rolling and tugging, kneading your breast. She kisses the side of your head, and then your temple. “Doing so well. Are you enjoying yourself?” Squeezing your thighs around Lucien’s head, your eyes are closed and you lean into Elain. “So good,” you whisper. Satisfaction reaches you through the bond, along something musky–desire, lust, pleasure. They pleasure you simultaneously, all their movements in sync, overflowing you with pleasure. Flecks of white and black spark in front of your vision when you feel yourself getting closer.

“I am getting closer,” you pant, fisting the sheets at your side and squeezing Elain’s hand. Moaning your rock against Lucien’s face, butt lifting, back arching. Elain softly pecks your pointed air, “Let go, bunny. Come for us.”

Her voice and what she has said is your undoing–a wave of pleasure comes crashing in on you, washing you under when you feel your soul leave your body and enter a state of pure satisfaction and ecstasy. 

Later that night you fall asleep with your leg thrown over Lucien’s thigh and Elain’s arm wrapped around your middle. Elain kisses the back of your neck simultaneously to you kissing Lucien’s warm, solid chest. Your lids get heavier, sweet oblivion sweeping you under, making you enter a peaceful and content slumber.

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I did not add the Elucien tags since I wasn't sure if you wanted to be tagged in an Elucien x reader story

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Hi againn! Tis me who requested those two recent monsignor ficss :)) anyway i love me some Duncan as well, i was wondering if you could do one with dom!reader where reader has him all tied up and is standing over him and she asks, “i wonder if it came down to it, would even you beg for your life?” 🤭 and he starts pledging his devotion for her. I was originally thinking about Hannibal for this one but then i saw ur post abt Duncan and was like oh i need sub Duncan now 😭

Omg yayyy i love that we have the same taste in blorbos!! ❤️❤️ This is soooo hot yessss! Also if you want, you can join my emoji anons so I know it’s you when you request! Just lmk which one u want if u do! :)

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“That looks like it hurts,” you said, tone sultry, as you pointed at his crotch with one end of the riding crop. “Got you all worked up, huh?”

Duncan nodded, shifting his position slightly. His muscles bulged and strained against the ropes you’d tied him with. But his erection was most prominent, seemingly ready to rip out of his underwear.

You circled around him slowly, like a tigress closing in on prey. He followed you with his eyes, not moving more than he had to, since he didn’t have your permission.

“Straighten your back, I don’t want you slouching,” you said, tapping the crop between his shoulder blades. “And what should we do about your little predicament, hmm? Tell me.”

“Y-your hands…” he rasped. “Please.”

“Really?” You taunted, tilting your head to the side slightly. “And why should I touch you?”

Nights like this one were best to get Duncan to loosen up and truly unravel. He’d been so wound up the past couple of weeks, and by stripping all power from him, you hoped you could help ease his mind from some of his burdens.

However, that meant you had to push him more, and you would savor getting him to break.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back slightly as you looked down at him.

“Go on, answer me,” you said. “What makes you think you deserve my caressing?”

He swallowed hard, his breath hitching. “Your touch is all I need… to guide me through pleasure and pain. Whichever you want to give me, my body is yours. Only yours. Please, just use me however you want.”

You clasped his jaw, kissing him for a short, sweet moment. His words were titillating, the rush of power and devotion coursing through you.

You knelt in front of him to be at eye level, bringing your hand to cup his erection, which pulsed against it. You kept your lips a hair’s breadth apart from his, and you smiled mischievously as he let out a soft groan.

“Good answer,” you murmured. “Though that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you come yet. Think you can hold back for me?”

His ill concealed whimper made your spine tingle, and he nodded hastily, nose brushing against yours.

“Please,” he begged almost mindlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

And oh, if only he realized he had a long night ahead of him.

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