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bleedingichorhearts · 12 days

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐜𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: For those who are dangerously curious and greed for their appearance.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Convinced! SMUT/NSFW.

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°|

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚, 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 & 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐮𝐬

A great, horrid, mythical creature combined from three bodies to make one with the glowing eyes of the deepest blue galaxies. Its height never comparing to the tallest statues made from the hands of Man-Kind.

However, its three heads never fail to scare all when there was supposed to be one. The long, dark blue scales of their necks wrapping around their main solid and scaly body like a python, protecting it. Some spots having a lighter blue where their softest points would be, but don’t be fooled from the obvious. They are always watching. Their 12 midnight blue, squid-like tentacles silently treading the waters it claims, keeping it afloat. Waiting for its next sleepy meal to swallow whole.

𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

All three of them share the same mind, something like telepathy. So it’s extremely hard to find an opening to escape. Especially when one or more heads find you rather appealing to look at. If you do manage to bypass their eyes? Props to you, you have earned yourself some time in air jail.

For being a huge ass myth they are quite a curious monster. They love to watch and watch as you would cook some fish they have gifted you for your survival or try and get a peek at your soft flesh when you undress for a “shower.” They get shooed away however, leaving them all the more curious. What did their little Serpent hide from their eyes?

Three heads will also offer you regurgitated humans for a source of food for you. Their heads all tilting in every direction when you don’t seem to like the offer? How else is he to feed you? …by fish you say? Well why didn’t you say so? He’ll regurgitate all the schools of fish he’s eaten too… How many do you want?

Also, for a monster that eats sleeping captains and crews. This Scylla provides a rather soothing sleep experience with your body laying between their rather warm, scaly pecs(man boobs) of their body as they would just float backwards in the water. Their clawed hand gently cupping over your body, giving you protection against the elements and the splashy waves of his territory.

Sometimes, these connected bois love to waterboard you and watch as you would get increasingly frustrated with the power of the water splashing on you. Your hands gripping at your sides before you finally decide to crawl up into your cubby hole where he can’t reach you. Unless they wanted to water you out of there, but they learnt their lesson quick when they did before, having a rock thrown at them and logged between their scales. Plus, they got “grounded” from staring at their little Serpent.

Sad, sad Scylla. :’(

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

First of all, the head is phenomenal. The three of them didn’t think their little Serpent tasted so good from the inside when they finally see what she hides from their gaze. Their tongues lapping down at her tiny folds and bud, tongue fucking you, gaining this… tasteful liquid on their tongues. Mmm, this was definitely a far better meal than humans whole. Despite it being very small portion, but damn are their senses strong.

It actually took them a second that “liquid” was your arousal being spent on them, but when they figured that out? They didn’t stop. Getting aroused on your arousal towards them. Their hips thrusting in the air, creating waves in the water with their tongue still fucking you on their hand. Your pretty little cry’s and screams begging up at them for many, many things.

Will fuck you on their tentacles as an alternative, cause I mean, this Scylla is the size of a skyscraper. He’s not going to fit unless he has an ability to get small. So their tentacles will do for their watchful pleasure. All their eyes on you as their clawed hands will work at their cock. Pumping their girth while they (gently) piston into you with their tentacles coated in your climax.

If they do manage to get small, you bet your pennies they would absolutely rail you to The Trenches and back. That ache of being too big for you hooking them quick. Don’t even have a chance to register the size change before you’re pinned underneath them with his pre-cum coated cock sliding though your folds with ease. Driving themselves to the hilt. Their mission? Breed.

Your body will most likely be covered in his semen by the end of the session. All heads nuzzling up against your really breathless form. Cooing at how well you did on their tongues and tentacles while he still paws at his own cock. Their tongues cleaning you up as well of his own cum and yours before they would put you down in his nest/seabed for a much needed rest.

Very happy Scylla! :D

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navybrat817 · 4 months

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Soak in the Tub

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You want to relax in the bathtub with Bucky. He wants to make you feel good.

Word Count: Over 1.9k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, fingering, implied unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: My first Bucky Barnes Smut Menu fic of 2024, courtesy of @ellemj, and it belongs to Stud and Smartie, thanks to a sweet nonnie's inspiration. Crossing off roommate and fingering. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Take a bath with me, Stud.”

Bucky sat in his chair with a book in hand as you walked by in your robe. You glanced behind you just in time to see him look up from the page and sweep his gaze over your body. “Was that a request or an order?” He asked, placing the bookmark in-between the pages.

You raised an eyebrow as you turned back toward him. “Let’s call it an order in the form of a request,” you teased, putting a hand on your hip when he pretended to consider it. “Come on. Please?”

It was a quiet afternoon and the two of you had nowhere to be. As much as you didn't want to interrupt his reading, you finished the puzzle you were working on earlier and wanted just a bit of attention. Not much, but some.

And as soon as you finished soaking in the tub, he could go right back to reading.

He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “And why are you heading toward my bathroom and not yours?”

You loosened the tie on your robe enough to expose some of your skin, your heart pounding against your ribcage when his eyes followed the motion. You both knew he was going to join you. “Because your bathroom has the bigger tub,” you reminded him. It was only fair that he got the luxurious bathtub since the apartment was his long before you moved in. “And we both know you love the oil I use.”

“That’s our little secret, Smartie.” Bucky set the book aside and pushed himself to his feet. It was your turn to stare as he stretched, the bottom of his shirt riding up to expose the top of his underwear and just enough of his chiseled abs that your brain began to shut down and reboot. “Should I take my shirt off for you so you can see more of me?”

Fucking duh.

You blinked rapidly and felt your cheeks heat up when he smirked, but you refused to feel shame that he caught you staring. You had every right to look at the gorgeous specimen that was your roommate and lover. Considering he looked at you as if he could swallow you whole at any given moment, it was only fair to return the favor.

“I want you to take everything off. I’ll start,” you said, taking a breath before you pushed the robe from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

As it pooled at your feet, you saw nothing but love and desire in his azure eyes. “Fuck,” he whispered, your confidence soaring when you heard his metal fingers curl.

You fought the urge to grip his long hair and drag him in for a deep kiss. If you did, you wouldn't make it to the bathtub and you really wanted a soak. “You can join me when you pick your jaw up off the floor,” you smiled, turning and walking away with a sway of your hips.

You exhaled when you got to his bathroom, your legs a little wobbly and an ache growing between your legs. It wouldn't be long until Bucky joined you, so you went right to the tub and turned the water on. You tested it with your fingers before you added the oil, inhaling the scent with a hum.

“Took me a minute to pick my jaw up,” Bucky said from behind you as you straightened up and spun around. “You're just too beautiful.”

You somehow managed not to preen from his compliment or collapse when you stared his muscular chest and abdomen, his clothes long gone. You took an extra second to admire the naked man in front of you. He heard from you more than once that he had the body of a god, one to worship and die for. His thick cock only made your knees weaken more as you glanced down.

Fuck, I want it in my pussy. In my mouth. Just give it to me.

But beneath the gorgeous package, Bucky was stunning because he was the best man you knew. No one affected you the way he did. You suspected no matter how long you were together that it would always be that way.

“So, you had me slack jawed and now I render you speechless,” he winked, brushing his body against yours as he moved close to the tub. “We’re quite the pair.”

“Yeah, we are,” you smiled, your heart swelling before he turned and gave you a chance to check out his backside.

Would he fault me if I bit one of his cheeks?

Bucky stepped into the tub with a sigh and slowly sank down, nodding for you to join him as he spread his massive thighs. You let out a moan of appreciation as you got in and sat down between his legs. As large as he was, there was enough space that the two of you could relax together.

Whatever home the two of you eventually moved into or had built would have to have a nice soaker tub.

“We really are quite the pair,” he told you, bringing another smile to your face. “I’m keeping you forever.”

And ever.

“I’m keeping you, too.”

As he wrapped his arms around you to pull you back against him, you were happy to sit there in comfortable silence. You cherished the conversations you had, but also adored the moments like this when you said nothing at all. Where you could just hold each other and feel secure and connected.

That's love.

Bucky used his foot to turn the water once it was high enough and put some soap in the nearby washcloth, drawing a gasp from you when he brought it to your inner thigh.

“You do know I can wash myself,” you teased, but didn't stop him from moving it along your leg.

“I know you can,” he said, your stomach flipping as his hand moved higher. It was a completely innocent gesture, but he could make anything sinful. “But I like doing these kinds of things for you.”

The unwavering sincerity in his tone made your heart melt. “Thank you.”

He switched to your other leg as your body relaxed more, your thighs parting without him needing to ask. Your body was completely in tune with him. And it was nice to have someone who wanted to take care of you.

“So, was there any particular reason why you wanted to have a bath together?” He asked against your skin, his hot breath making you shiver and tilt your head slightly.

“Just wanted you to relax with me,” you replied, a whimper slipping out as his lips moved delicately along your neck. Your eyes fluttered, thankful that you were sitting since you felt weak in the knees.

Bucky made a sound like he didn't quite believe you. “Maybe you did, but I also think you wanted me in here so I could see you naked,” he said, dropping the washcloth into the water before his hand moved up your trembling thigh again. He placed a soft kiss beneath your ear when he added in a low voice, “And feel how wet you are.”

Your breath caught as you looked between your legs in time to see his large hand cup your mound. You jutted your hips up in the hope to get some friction and he took mercy on you by brushing a finger along your folds. “I’m always wet for you, Bucky,” you whispered, gasping when he teased your entrance. “Feel me.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder with a groan when he pushed a thick finger inside, his palm pressing against your clit. “I feel you,” he rasped when he slid another finger in. “Do you know how good it makes me feel knowing how much you want me?” He asked, brushing his metal hand over your breasts, taking a moment to tease your hardened nipples and send a ripple of pleasure through you. “Feels so fucking good.”

The fact that he can get that hand wet and still… Oh, fuck. Right there.

“How could I not want you? I want you so badly,” you moaned, the water splashing around you gently when you bucked your hips. “I want your big, fat cock inside me. Please,” you begged, surprising you with how easily the dirty words tumbled out.

“Jesus fuck. You're killing me,” he grunted, his fingers thrusting and lightly curling inside of your soaked pussy as his other hand slid to your neck. “Telling me you need to relax when you need me to fuck you.”

Both. I need both things.

You whined when you felt his cock press against the curve of your ass. “Please. Fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted, your walls tightening around the thick digits as they pushed in deeper.

He nearly growled when he gripped your chin and turned your head toward his, devouring your mouth. You encouraged him to deepen the kiss as you parted your lips and let him slip his tongue inside. The taste of him was intoxicating. You wanted to get drunk on him.

“Come on my fingers first,” he whispered against your lips when he pulled away. You were unable to keep from whimpering when he circled his palm against your clit, heat radiating from your core. “Come on, pretty girl. Show me how badly you want my cock.”

You reached back to grip his hair when your orgasm hit you hard and fast, your other hand holding his arm as your cries bounced off the walls. His fingers stretched and rubbed you through it, your toes curling and eyes slipping shut. His lips touched your temple when your legs shook, swept away by his desire.

“That’s it. Get my fingers wet. So fucking beautiful,” he praised before you turned your head again and sought out his lips, your heart racing as you came down. His fingers didn't stop until you whined into his mouth, your breathing heavy when your head fell back.

“Did I…” you smiled with hazy eyes as he carefully slipped his fingers out of your quivering hole. “Earn your cock?”

Bucky chuckled as he helped you sit up, his hands gently caressing your arms like he just had to touch you. “More than earned it. And we can relax some more after I finish inside you.”

You trembled all over again. “Even if we get water all over the floor?” You asked, letting him turn you to face him.

His piercing blue eyes bore into yours and a swirl of emotions hit you as you held his face in your hands. He made you comfortable and so at ease with yourself. He was your friend as much as he was your lover. He also made you feel desired.

Most importantly, he made you feel loved.

“We can flood the whole fucking apartment for all I care,” he smiled, stealing the breath from your lungs when he pulled you in for a kiss.

The water was cold by the time Bucky was done with you, which gave him all the more reason to hold you after he helped dry you off. He even put your head in his lap so he could keep you close as he finished reading the recent chapter of his book. Alpine and Soot came out to keep you company, too. It was the perfect afternoon.

All thanks to Stud and his deluxe bathtub.

Oh, these two. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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chuusmuts · 20 days

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sleepover at your boyfriend!kazuha's house

smut. fingering (bcs i suck at writing other than this), (slightly) possessive/yandere kazuha. not proofread.

no words about gensin. just going crazy over an's new commissioned song.

you were supposedly having a sleepover at your boyfriend!kazuha's house. with his suggestion, both of you came to a decision to have a deep late night talk before sleeping. whilst you were engrossed in his tale, you didn't realise his hand was playing with the band of your pants. his mind had become a little fuzzy after having the need to touch you, but you looked so cute listening to him, with you biting your lower lip so he couldn't just put an end to his story.

as he continued talking, his hand slowly creeped up inside your pants. and as soon as you felt his fingertips brush your cunt, you let out a quiet gasp as you fought the urge to buck your hips and moan. slowly, his fingers grazed lightly on your pussy before starting to rub your clit while his other hand rested on your hip. in this moment, he was still talking, but not about his previous story, he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

your pants was pulled passed your butt as he worked his fingers on your pussy like magic, stroking your clit in a slow motion and teasing your fold. your hand was put over your mouth to hide your moans, but oh, you really couldn't hold it anymore as your breath kept hitching. his fingers felt so good, too good, and the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear only made you even wetter. after a period of time, you struggled to keep your legs open as they kept trembling.

kazuha could feel it, how wet you were and how tight and hot you were down there, your body practically begging for his attention. he leaned down and nuzzled his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent and sucking on your skin, leaving a few obvious hickeys before moving up to your ear. his voice was low and husky as he spoke in a gentle manner, barely above a whisper. "sweetheart, i can't stop myself from touching you. you're so unbelievably hot and sexy."

he really tried to resist himself every time he saw you wearing nothing but only a thin layer of white shirt and short pants, no panties, no bra and whatsoever. and tonight, he finally snapped. as he moved his finger up and down, he curled his fingers and put more pressure, his nails scraping against your skin. it was almost unbearably intense, but he knew you could handle it because you're such a good girl all for him and seeing you squirming and writhing beside him, still trying to hold back your moans, he couldn't resist but to plunge two fingers into your tight, wet hole and teased your sweet spot in which he succeeded making you whimper.

he groaned, unable to help himself, as he continued to move his fingers inside you, feeling your walls squeeze around him. his fingers twisted and turned inside you, his thumb brushing against your g-spot, causing an involuntary shiver to run through your body. he looked up at you again, meeting your eyes as he did so, and his lips parted slightly as he watched you squirm and writhe. the thought of filling your hole with his cock, filled him with an insatiable need that he just couldn't ignore. as he began to thrust his fingers faster and harder, he spoke once more, this time his voice deeper and rougher than ever before. it was full of raw, unbridled passion as he whispered in your ear, "i want to fuck you badly, baby. please let me take you right here and now, i need you so much."

hearing no response from you pissed him just a little. but when he heard you accidentally let out a clear and loud whimper, calling his name, he took the initiative and wasted time getting on top of you, straddling you while still scissoring your sensitive cunt. the sight of your face contorted in pleasure was amazing and he knew it wouldn't be long before you cum on his fingers hence why he plunged the third finger, successfully making you moaned his name again.

breathing heavily, his eyes never left yours as he fucked you with his fingers. he could feel your walls closing around him, the heat of your body enveloping him as he slid in and out of you. with each stroke, he felt his own arousal grow, his cock hardening beneath his boxers. he swore he could hear your heartbeat echoing in his ears, a steady drumming that matched the rhythm of his fingers. he loved how you always seemed to respond to his touch, especially when he played with your sensitive spots, he loved it when body shook with anticipation.

he crashed his lips into yours roughly, his tongue lapping at your lips hungrily before inviting his tongue inside your mouth and playing with yours as he continued to work his fingers inside you. with his free hand, he reached down and grabbed your thigh, holding it firmly in place as he thrusted his fingers deep into your pussy, making sure they hit your g-spot with each movement. he groaned into the kiss as he felt his balls slapping against your thighs with each thrust. a sweet, adorable scream keened from your throat when you finally came from your high only to come out in a muffled moan into his mouth. you gripped on his shoulder tightly as cum spilled nonstop onto his fingers.

his lips curved into a smile as he felt you clenched down on his fingers, your muscles tightening around him. he looked down at your face, your eyes closed as you cried out in pleasure before kissing you again. his tongue slid along the inside of your mouth as he pulled out his fingers and shoved them into your mouth, making you tasted yourself and choked slightly. he grinned at you as you licked his fingers obediently before getting off of you, taking his boxers off and revealing his already rock hard cock. grabbing your clothes harshly, he took them off before tossing them to who knows where.

he spread your legs wider and positioned his leaking cock at your entrance, teasing you a little and you couldn't help yourself but to moaned unabashedly, rutting and bucking your hips. his thumb found its way on your clit again giving you more pleasure by feverishly rubbing on it. as he buried his cock inside you, his lips connected with yours once more, muffling any of your moans trying to get out while still stroking your clit. you could feel the fatness of his cock stretching you out and filing you up as he began to thrust slowly, wanting you to adjust to his size beforehand as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

his big and strong hands held you close, keeping you close to him as his heart beat wildly while looking down at you. your soft breasts pressed against his chest as he held you in his arms, his thumbs rubbing against your clit and your inner thighs. his eyes burning with passion as he thrusted inside you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust. he smirked as he watched you try to keep up with his pace, your hips bucking and rolling against his as he continued to push his cock into your womb. the sight of your face was undeniably mouth-watering, your face flushed with pleasure and your eyes half-closed as he continued to thrust, your body shaking with the force of his movements.

your body was so perfect, so fucking beautiful. he loved everything about you, how your breasts jiggled with each movement, and how your nipples hardened under his touch. he stroked your clit with his thumb as your moans grew louder and louder. when you moaned loud, very loud, he just knew he had hit the right spot. you whined, your legs around his waist loosening though he quickly grabbed your ass and pulled you closer to him so he could get his cock deeper inside your tight pussy until it hit the spongy spot inside you.

he groaned in bliss, his voice low and rough as he gazed at you with his eyes dark and hungry. leaning in closer, his lips barely brushed against your ear as he spoke. "fuck, baby, you are so fucking hot. i can't wait to fill you up with my seed." he grounded his teeth together, his eyes flashing as he continued to thrust into you, his cock hitting your cervix with each powerful motion that the bed made a creak sound. "please, please, please let me fuck you so hard. i need to fill you up with my cum, to feel you squirt on my cock, to see your tits bouncing as I fuck you." he moaned.

feeling your walls clamp down more on his cock, his movements began to get sloppier and he could feel a knot forming in his lower stomach. you squirmed more underneath him, and your body shook violently, your nails dugging into his shoulders, and a loud scream of his name left your lips as you reached your high. he picked up his pace pace again after you squirted, and shortly after, a load of hot seed was shot into your womb as he squeezed your breasts to relieve the pain from his body.

the feeling of his cum shooting into your womb was indescribable. sweat covered his body and his breathing was heavy as he felt his entire body trembled with the power of his orgasm. he collapsed on top of you, burying his face between your tits, his body shaking with the intensity of his climax as he continued to shoot his seed into your womb. he looked up at you, his eyes still filled with passion and desire and his heart pounding wildly. his cock continued to twitch and throb as he tried to catch his breath. he chuckled lightly, his voice hoarse and low as he looked at you. "i think i might have fucked you too hard," he said, his brow furrowed in concern as he looked up at you through the space between your boobs. "are you okay? do you think you can go for round two?"

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 4 months

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Let There Be Hotel Complaints

Based on a post request by @rayslittlekitten I really hope you like it, I have no idea if it fits but I tried hard.

Title based on: Hozier - Dinner & Diatribes

Contains: Fluff, Ray being Gomez Addams, mentions of periods/period symptoms, smut (fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, breeding kink, possessive Ray, scents and smells, aftercare) Not beta read.

3.5K words.

Ray's feelings for you are as wide as the ocean, and his love is second only to his desire.

The hand that wrapped around your body felt like hot coals on your already heated skin, and you fought the urge to shrink away from Ray. "Raymond, I've been put in the garden working, can you let me shower before you hug me?" His arms only tightened around as you felt his chest expand against your back as he pressed his nose into your sweat-damped neck. "Ray! I'm covered in sweat."

He checked, and the sound reverberated through your body like the first rumbles of a thunderstorm. "I don't mind, Dear, you smell wonderful." His face moved to the top of your head as he took another breath, admiring how your conditioner mixed with a hard day's work. It drifted into his mind like the reaching of a siren song, slowly bleeding away his other thoughts.

His lips found your neck, and he smirked against your skin as your head tilted to make room for him. A quick glance at the clock let him know you'd have enough time to enjoy each other before the fancy business dinner tonight, and he found himself slowly unlacing from the hug as he brought one hand to your breast.

He gained more access to your skin, and you rested your head back onto his shoulder and pushed yourself into his touch, but he was pulling his hand away a second later when he felt you stiffen as he tightened his grip around your soft flesh. "Sorry, Love."

"It's ok, I'm just a little sore." There was no explanation needed as to why, you knew he knew why, he always seemed to know.

His hand moved lower, rubbing the skin of your ribcage in long, soothing strokes as his lips moved from the dome of your shoulder up your neck. "Allow me to make it up to you?"

The offer was the definition of temptation, but there were things to be done and places to be. "Tonight, if all goes well at the dinner. I have to finish with the garden and then get ready for tonight."

The teeth against your skin were not in retaliation for your conditional refusal but a promise of things to come. "Then let me help you?"

"Of course." Your reason was wholly selfish, motivated by rolled up sleeves and rippling muscles at his instance of lifting heavy bags of soil. You finished your glass of water and went back outside, not missing how Ray's eyes followed your arms as you placed your sun hat back on your head. He smiled at you, it was earnest and filled with warmth. "What do you need me to do, Gorgeous?"

You couldn't help yourself, there was something in his desire to aid you in every need that sparked something in you. "Many things, My Darling, but right now, I need help with the tea roses."

He smiled and took two steps to close the distance between you before brushing his lips on your ear. "Your wish is my command."

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The rest of the afternoon swam by in a haze for Ray. It was the kind of torture that the training he had received many lifetimes ago could not prepare him for, and with each passing moment, his thoughts grew more debauched until he was waxing poetic in his head like a madman.

As you finished your makeup, he could not get the image of you licking the strawberry juice from your lunchtime dessert off your lips out of his head. Breathing through his nose had become an affliction; top notes of your shower gel and the underneath of you were one thing, but there was the faintest hint of him there that made him want to sink his teeth in your bare skin so many times that the hotel's tofts would look away in shame the moment they saw you.

By the time you slid into the car, pressing your legs to his as Bunny drove you to the hotel, he was afire with need. He laced his hand with yours as the vehicle travelled down from the lush countryside to the bright lights of the city and leaned in close, his nose brushing your temple as he told you more about the guests at the party you were heading to.

There were already people milling around when you arrived, handing their bags off to the Bellhops so they could enjoy their complementary night in luxury. Ray was less willing to relinquish the bags and simply blinked as the hotelier became insistent. Nevertheless, the man still walked to your room on the sixth floor, smiling saccharinely as he told you to enjoy the complimentary champagne before the party started.

The opulence of the room and the expensive champagne sat ignored by you and Ray as he steeled himself for a night of making nice and glad-handing when he would rather be doing something far more enjoyable. He took your hands and drew you to the middle of the room, wrapping his arms around you as his nose returned to your hair for the millionth time that day. "You look beautiful as always."

You smiled and placed your hands on his chest. "And you keep sniffing me like some weirdo."

He took it in stride, chuckling softly as he yanked you to his chest. "I can't help it, you smell exquisite, it's driving me insane."

You sighed, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you. "I know what you're thinking, but we promised Mickey."

He mirrored your sigh as he broke the embrace and extended his hand. "I know. We should head down there now, the sooner we go down and mingle, the sooner we can leave."

His hand found your lower back as you took the lift to the grand hall and stayed there as you met up with Mickey and Rosalind and made introductions with the upper class lucky enough to receive invites. Of course, the reason for your invitations was the massive underground white widow super cheese farm under the hotel's private golf course.

It was painfully dull, standing around making small talk about the weather and wallpaper while eating tiny pies that only served to make you more hungry. Ray stayed stuck to your side, practically dragging you around with him while he did business for his boss.

"Your wife looks lovely tonight." Ray's arm tightened around you as you spun towards the voice.

"She looks lovely every night, Dave." If Dave had plans to say more, they were defeated by Ray's harsh glare as he pulled you away.

He moved to a quiet corner of the room and placed your hand on his ample bicep. "What's gotten into Ray? You've just about ripped the heads off anyone who's talked to me tonight. I get Dave, but the Simon's are nice."

He moved into your space, pressing you against the window as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger while he leaned in close enough that your noses were brushing. To outsiders, it would have looked like a private moment between lovers, but Ray's eyes were fixed on with a look so lustful it would have made the whore of Babylon blush. "What's gotten into me? I have spent the last two hours watching these pigs look you up and down while acting like I don't want to rip their arms off for even daring to speak to you."

You blinked, he was in a mood tonight. "Well, Dear. How about you stick it out for another hour so we can eat dinner from this stupid menu then, I'm all yours for the night?"

He swallowed and exhaled before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Of course Darling." His tone had shifted; it had taken on that gravelly tilt that created a flutter of excitement in your chest, and you eagerly headed back into the fray as Ray finally composed himself.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you, Dear."

****

The dinner was the typical mess of rich people's food that had too many flavours and not enough on the plate, but Ray gave you all his cheese twirls and made sure to pick you the biggest slice of chocolate cake off the platter when dessert came around. All was going well until the tables were cast aside again for the wine course, and you were split from him as one of the tofts Mickey looked after pulled him away to talk about security.

His eye kept drifting over to you, and he grew ever more aggravated as he watched the sommelier try and fail to flirt with you. He dismissed the man he was talking to with the promise to call later, that he was tired and wanted to enjoy his hotel room and all but stormed over to you. "Are you enjoying the wine, Dear?"

You shook your head. "I've told the sommelier that I'm not interested in that variety, but he's being very insistent."

The man smiled and turned to Ray. "We have some of the best wine in the country here, your girlfriend…"

If looks could kill, Ray would have ended the man there and then. "My wife isn't interested, and I don't appreciate your tone or your attitude. I will be speaking to your employer in the morning to deal with this in full."

His hand was back on your lower back as he marched towards the lift, and between his puffed chest and his expression, no one dared to join you as the doors opened. The second the doors closed, he was on you, pressing you against the wall as his lips found yours. The grip he had on you was almost painful, his fingers digging firm into your skin as he held you in place for a searing kiss that stole the air from your lungs.

He finally allowed you to breathe when the doors opened on your floor, and he all but dragged you to your room as he shut the door and pressed up against it. His lips were on yours again, and his hands slid around your body until his fingers were curling around the fabric of your evening dress and ripping it open with the pop pop of fancy buttons.

He shoved the dress down, breaking from your lips for a moment to take in the lingerie you were wearing. "Fucking hell y/n." That went next, and his lips didn't give you the chance to admonish him about what he had paid for the now ruined fabric lying at your feet.

He once again broke from you and knelt on the floor, removing your shoes one by one before kissing his way up your legs, swapping legs with each kiss, getting closer and closer to your centre with each one until he slowed at the crease of the thigh. He was once again inhaling like he was suffocating, and you wove your hands into his hair as your frustration grew. "Can you do something instead of sniffing me?"

His teeth sunk into your skin in retaliation, and he was standing up to his full height with eyes full of threat. "Don't rush me." His hand cupped you, his fingers running your rapidly gathering wetness as he all but growled at you. "This cunt is mine, I get to take all the time I want, understand?"

You almost wanted to act out to see what it would make him do, but the poor man already looked pained enough. "Anything you want."

He locked you in another kiss, his teeth smarting at your lip as he made his wants known with a gentle pressure on your shoulders. "Get on your knees."

He kicked your ruined dress under you to soften the ground as you sunk down, and you pulled at his belt to free him. He helped you, shoving his trousers and boxers down in one go just far enough so his cock could spring out and you could grab his perfect ass unencumbered by fabric.

He looked down at you as you kitten licked around the head and felt another rush of this heated primal positiveness that he had been feeling the whole night. A hand found the back of your head as you took him into your mouth, and his free hand shot out to rest on a side table to steady himself as pleasure filled his senses.

He stopped himself from bucking his hips in order to focus on the vision of you sucking him like a lollipop. It was outright pornographic, and all he could think about was that you were all his and his alone. "Fucken 'ell, Love." You moaned around him, and he used every ounce of self-control to pull you off of him and to your feet. "Get on the bed."

His hands were all over you as you made your way to the bed, and he ran his hands up and down your sides while you spun around to face him so you could lay on your back on the plush mattress. You settled on the pillows as his lips met yours, and he finally began to remove his clothes.

Bare skin hit bare skin as his lips started a journey down your body until he was lifting your legs over his strong shoulders and onto his solid back. He kissed the bend of your knee, his lips soft as his beard brushed your skin. He locked eyes with you and smiled softly as he continued his journey upwards, finally arriving with barely there kisses that had you pushing your hips towards him. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours." A hot, wet heat enveloped you as he licked you from the entrance to clit in one firm, wide lick before sealing his lips around your clit. Ray had always been a man who prided himself on his attention to detail, and your bedroom was no different; it was like he had committed precisely what you needed to memory so well that he didn't even need to try, and tonight was no different.

He seemed more desperate tonight; accuracy swapped for the burning desire to consume your whole, and it didn't help that he was moaning against your flesh like he could somehow feel what he was doing to you in his own body. The chorus of his name from your mouth only served to spur him on, and a forearm pressed your hips down so you couldn't move away from him as he used his free hand to slide two fingers inside you.

With his rough fingertips bullying your G-spot, you didn't stand a chance, and he was far too strong for you to twitch away for a reprieve as the waves of an earth-shattering orgasm took you like the undertow of a raging river. Your chest heaved as he pulled away, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before bringing his soaked fingers to your lips. You licked him clean only to have him kiss away the taste like you had slighted him by taking him up on his offer, and then he was slotting himself between your spread wide legs and grinding his cock against your sensitive skin. "Tell me me you're mine."

"I'm yours." You marvelled at his self-control, his face buried in your neck as he continued teasing you. "I'm yours, please Ray."

He took his cock in hand and notched it at your entrance. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." Your reply was desperate, your hands on his heated chest with fingers curled in a threat should he persist in his game, but he didn't, and seemly satisfied with your declaration, he slid inside you with one confident push. The fullness of it stole the air from your lungs, and you lifted your hips up to take him in faster as he bottomed out.

His hand found your hip, and his fingers dug in with force as he began to move, taking a steady pace that had the head of his cock brushing your G-spot with each pass. One of your hands wove into his hair while the other clutched at his back, and he pressed his lips to yours in a scalding kiss as he picked up speed. Mercifully, before he suffocated in the air stealing a kiss, his lips moved to your neck, and then his teeth were out, marking your skin like he was trying to prove a point about his ownership over you.

He pulled away for a moment and took in your blissed out face, faltering as the vision brought him teetering to the edge of oblivion far sooner than his ego would allow, so in a mix of the desire to uphold his pride and the need for more skin to mar he pulled out of your for a fleeting moment only to flip you over then slam back home as his teeth found more skin. He was overwhelming at this angle, and your fingers curled around the pillow as he slid a hand between you to rub your clit.

Ray would often tell you that you were good for his ego, that he could walk into a room where all the men would turn their heads to look, and he could smile knowing you were his alone. But this was something different, you writhing under him, stuck between frantic begging and breathless need made him feel like a God with you as his ever willing offering.

He captured you in another kiss as the edge neared, and you shuddered as, with one more precise circle to your clit, you fell over it. His hips didn't slow, and he growled into your mouth like a hungry animal as he chased his own high. "You're mine, I own you, understand?" All you could do was nod as your vision began to grey at the edges, but he must have accepted your answer because he all but roared as he came inside you.

His strength failed as it hit him full force, and the possessive beast inside him was finally satiated, knowing he had marked inside and out. He was mindful not to crush you, but he couldn't find it in himself to move away just yet, he couldn't let his hard work slip from you just yet. His lips were once again gentle as they kissed the marks his teeth had made, and you sighed as he brushed the stray hairs from your face.

His nose found its family home on the back of your neck, and his chest expanded against your back as he inhaled. "You must be intent on trying to kill me, My Dear."

You didn't have a clue what he was talking about, and rather than ask, you kissed him in hopes he would tell you anyway, but he didn't, and the weariness in your bones forced you to speak. "What do you mean?"

He finally rolled off you, and you laid on your sides facing each other as his hand ran up and down your side. "I can't understand how someone can smell so intoxicating, it truly is torture."

You reached up to lay a hand on his cheek, and he tilted his head to press his lips to your palm. "You get like this every month, I thought you'd be used to it by now."

He shook his head, sleepy. "Never, how can someone get used to being on fire."

"I suppose that's fair." There was more you wanted to say, but it was getting hard to keep your eyes open, and he could tell. Despite his own feelings, he was getting up to clean himself up before returning with his arms loaded. He brought you a glass of water and used one of your damp face cloths to cleanse away your makeup before using another damp cloth to remove the mess from between your legs, although he did pause to watch the evidence of your shared sin drip from your body and onto the expensive sheets as another wave of possessive filled him.

With his duty done, he disposed of the unclean fabric in a pile and climbed into bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms as he pulled you to his chest. "I love you y/n."

You relaxed into his arms and dropped a kiss on his chest where his heart lay. "I love you too, Ray."

In the morning, he would awaken you with ginger tea, a heating pad, and ibuprofen before climbing back into bed with you and soothing away your aches and pains until check out finally came. Room service would find no evidence of the mess Ray had left in the aftermath of your coupling, just a pile of towels already in the dirt laundry bin when they collected the cart at the start of their shift. He did, however, get a dirty look and a snide comment from the hotelier about what kind of establishment he was running. As you checked out, Ray took it in stride.

Fin

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cheolism · 1 year

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study break

✧ yoon jeonghan x afab reader

✧ summary: jeonghan decides to take a break during your study session as the library.

✧ wc is 2.9k

✧ warnings: smut, minors dni. public sex, library sex. oral, fingering. teasing, he's slightly mean. pussy slapping. after-care and kissing, innuendos. admiration of his hands bc ig i have a thing for hands. he pockets your underwear.

✧ request: requesting jeonghan smut please! i really enjoy your works! thank you for writing these :)

“Baby,” Jeonghan called, his voice breaking your concentration. You hummed in response, not looking away from your textbook. When he called your name you glanced up to see him pouting, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What’s up?”

He had his textbook closed, a single notecard poking out of it and marking his spot. You had been pleasantly surprised when your boyfriend agreed to go to the library to study with you, even more so when he actually brought along his things and opened his notes and book.

You weren’t implying that Jeonghan was a bad student, of course. Jeonghan was just the type of person who, infuriatingly, didn’t need to study. He got good grades most of the time without even opening his notes.

So Jeonghan tagging along to study with you was just a little surprising, because he didn’t need to and never did put much effort into studying. You supposed you couldn’t be too surprised that he was the first one to stop between the two of you.

“We’ve been studying for hours,” Jeonghan whined, peering over at you. His eyes were impossibly sweet and round, seemingly the picture of innocence. “I know you want a break.”

You shrugged, going back to reading. “I’m okay. If you want a break, you can go ahead and take one. Don’t let me stop you from taking a rest.”

Jeonghan was quiet after that, leaving you alone. He began shuffling beside you, and you fought the urge to look over at him. Looking at him, you had found in your few months of dating, was just encouraging him.

From the corner of your eye you could see him reach down beneath his chair, picking it up with him still in it. Then, in one great move, Jeonghan hopped closer, slamming the feet of the chair down on the ground.

“Jeonghan!” You gasped, startling. “You’re lucky we’re in a cell.”

A cell, as it was rather unaffectionately called, referred to a series of small study rooms at the back of the library. Some had windows, though they were always filled. The walls had recently been painted red for productivity, but that still didn’t take away from the sense of imprisonment you got whenever you stepped foot into a room.

Jeonghan just shot you a look, wiggling the chair closer to you until his knees were brushing against yours. “Just wanted to be closer to you is all, sweetheart.”

You shot him a weary look, not verbally challenging him. Jeonghan took his phone out of his hoodie pocket, and you watched as he opened up his messages.

Figuring he was done messing about, content now that he was touching some part of you, you went back to your book. Still you couldn’t help but be hyper-focused on that one point of contact between you and Jeonghan, how the warmth of his body seemed to seep through his knee and spread into you.

When his hand lowered to lay on your thigh, you couldn’t help but flinch a little in surprise. He squeezed your thigh, apologizing underneath his breath for startling you.

Jeonghan’s fingers drew your attention like little lights in the dark, your eyes falling to them naturally. His hands were one of the first things that caught your attention, back when you two were just classmates. You had walked into the room, eyes falling onto the exceedingly beautiful man in the third row, spinning his pencil around his fingers.

His fingers were long and thin, no softness to them. They were knobby and crooked, and you loved them. You loved how they felt entangled in your hands, how they felt sliding through your hair, combing it out. And you loved how expertly he used his hands, whether it be playing the guitar or spinning a pen, or reaching deep inside of your cunt, thumb rubbing down on your clit.

You blinked before frowning at yourself. Jeonghan was just touching you, just had his hand innocently laying on your thigh. There was nothing dirty about it, and yet here you were, daydreaming about his fingers stretching you out, palm grinding down on your clit; his fingers reaching up, wet from your juices, pinching your nipples.

Jeonghan sighed from beside you, bringing you out of your indecent thoughts. You watched as he turned his phone, opening up a card game.

Going back to your textbook, you forced yourself to put the weight of his hand out of your mind. You ignored how his hand shifted so often, fingers flexing against the meat of your thigh.

You stared at the illustration in the textbook. Marcus Aurelius. There’s nothing sexy about the fall of Rome, nothing remotely sexy about Stoicism philosophy, nothing remotely sexy about the shape of Jeonghan’s fingers, the weight of his hand, the memory of his hand pushing down at your hips, forcing you still against the bed as he grinded the tip of his cock against your slit, taunting you.

When his hand shifted on your thigh, there was no way you could ignore it. Not with how in-tuned you were to him. You refused to watch as his hand slowly slid, dragging, the tips of his fingers coming to rest inside your thighs.

“Jeonghan,” you warned, voice stern in an attempt to disguise how horny you were.

He shot you a look, raising his eyebrows. “What?”

You gave him a half-hearted look at his look of innocence, knowing him better than to believe it. Still you went back to your textbook.

Nothing in the world, however, let alone Stoic philosophy, could keep your mind away from Jeonghan. You stared at the page, useless against the feel of his hand creeping. When the tip of his forefinger brushed against your pussy through your underwear and sweats, you couldn’t help but, pathetically, clench.

Neither of you said anything as Jeonghan’s fingers wedged deeper between your thighs, his fingers brushing over your clit. You were quiet, staring at the text on the page, as his fingers repeatedly, softly swiped over your clit through your clothes.

You were so warm all of a sudden. Your shirt seemed oppressive, your pussy hot. His fingers never stopped brushing over your heat, aimlessly, mindlessly, as if he truly didn’t mean to slide his fingers down your cunt.

Finally, you swallowed, looking up from the text. Jeonghan turned, meeting your eyes. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

His fingers didn’t stop moving against your cunt. Instead they slotted between your thighs completely, fingers pressing through your sweats, tips of them burying into your cunt while the side of his forefinger bore down on your clit.

A loud, long whine escaped you. You closed your eyes, mouth falling open. Jeonghan cooed at you, removing his hand from your heat. As soon as he did, your eyes flew open, looking at him in betrayal.

“Aw,” he reached out, hands framing your cheeks and squishing your face. “How cute.”

“Jeonghan,” You whined, pouting. Your boyfriend loved cute things; kittens, puppies, Boo Seungkwan, you. He loved it when you acted pathetic and desperate, and you weren’t above giving him what he wanted. Especially when it could end with his fingers buried to the knuckle in your pussy.

“Sorry for distracting you,” Jeonghan hummed, reaching and brushing back your bangs. “That was so mean of me. You can go back to studying now.”

Your mouth parted in surprise, feeling completely cheated. “Jeonghan --”

He shushed you, mimicking your pout. “Don’t worry, baby. Just go back to studying.” “Jeong --”

“Study.” He said again, though this time his voice was slightly more strict. He moved away from you, pushing back and away from the table. You watched as Jeonghan braced one hand on the edge, slowly lowering himself to his knees. He stopped, however, once he noticed you still watching. “I said to study, baby.”

Helpless, but your pussy clenching around nothing as realization shot through you, you looked back at your text. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jeonghan going beneath the table. Then you felt his hands settle over your knees, squeezing, before crawling up your thighs.

“Up,” he commanded.

You leaned back, bracing yourself on the chair. Jeonghan’s hands, those sly, clever hands, quickly hooked onto the waistband of your pants and tugged them down your thighs. He then grabbed the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down to join your pants, and then completed the journey until they were around your ankles.

His hands returned to your knees. He pressed them apart. A small sigh escaped you as you complied, baring your pussy for his eyes.

The air that rushed against your cunt had you clenching, cold compared to the heat that had been generated from your cunt and trapped by your pants. A spike of shame shot through you at how obviously aroused you were.

Jeonghan let out a soft breath of air, the gust of warmth hitting your thighs and causing you to instinctively clench them. “So wet already, hm? Is this all just from studying?”

“Jeonghan,” you whined, feeling heat rise up to your cheeks at his tease.

He laughed softly, hands kneading your thighs in apology. Then he was wedging his shoulders between your thighs, holding them open, One of his arms wrapped around you, hand settling on your lower back and pressing your forward. His other hand went to your cunt, fingers ghosting over your opening. Your soft noises filled the room as he teased your opening. His touch, or the ghost of it, made your hair stand on its ends and your brain scramble, empty except for the want, the need, for his fingers inside of you.

“Jeonghan,” you begged, canting your hips forward. He pulled back, leaving you grinding against air. “Jeonghan, Hannie. Please.”

“I don’t see you studying,” he taunted. His face appeared from between your knees, a soft little smirk on his face. He moved his hand, the one that hadn’t been between your legs, to brush back his hair behind his ears. “Get to studying like you so desperately wanted to do.”

A loud sob escaped you, tears rising to your eyes. Jeonghan just sighed at the sight. “You’re going to make me feel like this is all my fault, sweetheart.”

You moved to the edge of the chair, legs still spread. You braced your elbows on the table, peering down at the textbook. The text was all muddled, the face of Marcus Aurelius blurred through your tears.

Pleased, Jeonghan took pity on you. With a murmur of good job, baby, his hands went to your inner thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh, nails piercing your skin. He hooked his thumbs between your pussy lips, bearing you for him once more.

“Why don’t you read your book to me, sweetheart,” Jeonghan inquired sweetly, as if you couldn’t feel his breaths against your quivering pussy, as if you weren’t soaking the chair with your need for him. “Wanna know what you’re studying.”

He was such a liar. Both of you knew he didn’t give two fucks about Stoicism philosophy or Roman leaders. Jeonghan was just doing this to be mean, to be a tease.

Regardless, you took a deep, quivering breath. “‘In order to -- to achieve telos, virtue is needed. In this instance virtue relates to human reason and the --”

A horribly loud moan escaped you as Jeonghan ran the flat of his tongue over your entrance and clit, gathering your juices. His tongue went to your clit, focusing on it, laving over it and worshiping it. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling. Slurping noises came from your boyfriend as he slurped and ate at your cunt.

Jeonghan pulled away from your soaking cunt, which was pulsing with need clenching around nothing in desperation to be filled. He placed a kiss against your thigh, your pussy juices that had smeared around his mouth wetting your skin there. “Keep reading, baby.”

Whining, you shifted, hands going to hold your hair and clench it in an effort to ground yourself. You took a deep breath. Your pussy clenched. You couldn’t find it within yourself to be ashamed of the slick that pulsed from you, feeling it slide down your cunt.

“Diogenes Laertius said that virtue is when --” Another sob escaped you as Jeonghan’s mouth reattached to your cunt. He drank from your pussy like it was a fucking elixir of life.

He pulled his mouth off of your cunt just enough to murmur, his lips brushing against your cunt lips, “Don’t stop.”

“He says that virtue is when, quote, a soul has been fashioned to achieve agreement in the whole life, end quote.”

One of his hands released your cunt from his grasp. You sucked in a breath, anticipation curling your fingers and toes. His mouth went to your clit, sucking meanly on it, and one finger prodded at your entrance.

“Please --” You gasped, thighs jumping at the intrusion. “Jeonghannie --”

He withdrew, a horrified sob leaving you. Then there was a sharp stinging sensation over your cunt as he slapped it. You jumped, thighs snapping shut around Jeonghan in surprise. He wedged himself further, hand going to lay flat against your cunt in warning. “Did I say to stop reading?”

“No --”

“Then don’t stop,” he warned. His hand swatted at your cunt, though less severely. “Gotta get your studying in, sweetheart.”

A curse bubbled out of your throat, but you swallowed it back. You couldn’t help but sniffle, releasing your grip on your hair to wipe at your eyes.

There was silence. Then, from under the table: “Color?”

You couldn’t help the wet little giggle that escaped you. “Green, Hannie.”

He hummed. “Keep reading, baby.” Then Jeonghan’s mouth was back on your slit, the loud noise that accompanied his suck so lewd that you couldn’t help moan in response.

Two of his fingers returned to your entrance, dipping in to the first knuckle. Sensing he was waiting, you licked your lips and began reading. “‘To develop one’s reason to perfection is to not only live in the best condition for a human being, but . . .’”

Slowly, with his mouth working at your clit to take away any discomfort, though you were drenched enough to where there was none to be had, Jeonghan sank his fingers inside of your cunt. Your pussy eagerly accepted them, clenching around his digits in an effort to accept them further. Once they sunk all the way, his fingers brushing on that sponge deep within you, Jeonghan began working his fingers; stretching you, assaulting your walls, focusing on your g-spot.

He was relentless with it. You knew he could bruise your cunt with just his fingers from experience, knew he could use his fingers just as well as his cock. And he did. Jeonghan’s mouth kissed and suckled at your clit as his fingers slammed into your g-spot, milking you for what you were worth.

The tension that had been building in your stomach was rapidly beginning to mount, stomach tightening with it. You couldn’t read anymore, your eyes tightly squeezed shut and soft little moans leaving your lips. Your hips grinded towards him, eager, seeking out the pressure that his fingers willingly provided.

When the tension snapped you had to bite down on your lip to muffle the shriek. It was deafening, almost, your release soaking exploding from your cunt and drowning you in pleasure.

When you came back to consciousness, it was Jeonghan holding you. He had your face pressed against his stomach as he stood before you, hands combing through your hair. Jeonghan was murmuring sweetly to you, and when you finally tilted your head up towards him, he was wearing a soft little grin.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted. Jeonghan ducked his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss, letting your eyes flutter shut again.

His mouth was red and puffy, you noticed, when he pulled away. Jeonghan’s eyes, however, were shining. He pressed a kiss to your temple, your hair, and then stood back up. “Think it’s time for us to go back home.”

You nodded, agreeing. Jeonghan pulled away from you, hand moving to pull at your ear affectionately. You watched as he gathered his supplies and put them in his backpack before returning to yours. He hovered over your textbook before laughing. “Think this Stoic guy has ever seen a person eaten out in a library before?”

Feeling heat rush to your face, you reached out and slammed the textbook shut. “His name is Marcus Aurelius.”

“Oh,” Jeonghan cooed, gathering your book and putting it in your bag. “So I guess our little study session was helpful.”

You swatted at him, causing him to laugh. Jeonghan then knelt beside you, his knees cracking. He grabbed your underwear, soaked, and began using it to wipe your thighs.

“Jeonghan!” You hissed, hands reaching out to stop him.

He shrugged, pulling away further. “They’re already drenched in your pussy.”

Jeonghan then put your underwear in his hoodie pocket. You wondered if you would ever get them back. With careful hands he guided your feet into your sweatpants, sliding them up your calves.

Then he helped you stand, your knees weak. The two of you traded kisses as he tugged your sweats up your legs.

Making a face, you pulled away. “I feel disgusting.”

Jeonghan pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Well let’s get you home and on the bed.”

“Don’t you mean in bed?”

He smirked then, eyes dark and twinkling. “No. No, I don’t.”

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thehighladywrites · 3 months

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— “ You really don’t know about him?”

pairing: professor eris x reader

summary: who are your kidnappers and why do they want you? Eris enlists a secret weapon to find you and help him retrieve you back and get revenge on those who kidnapped you.

warnings: kidnapping, murder, torture, light angst, fluff, suggestiveness

amara’s note: this is so mid but pls enjoy💔 it’s not my best work but atleast the next chapter will have crazy smut bc eris teaches reader how to use a gun and there will be gunplay👀 also sorry that this was updated so late😭💗

Eris was trying to stay calm, using his rational thinking but he couldn’t do it. There was no rationality left in him. He just wanted to know if you were safe, even though the chances were slim.

Eris's heart sank as he checked the app Feyre had mentioned. It revealed that your phone was at the lake near the school—a clear sign that it had been discarded before you were taken. His mind raced with worry, realizing that you were indeed taken and not missing.

He took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to feel the last bit of his emotions before shutting them off and assuming his role. His worried eyes hardened, his chest steady, and his demeanor shifted into that of a commanding presence.

Feyre watched as Eris fished out his phone and, with a cold voice, instructed Shadow to track you down.

She was worried and didn't know what was going on. Who was Shadow, and where were you? How was Eris so calm? Wasn't he more worried about you?

Eris noticed the concern in Feyre's eyes and approached her with reassurance.

“Don't worry, Ms. Archeron. I'll find her. Brandon here will escort you to one of the rooms for safety while I locate her. It's not safe to be alone right now.”

Before she could ask any more questions, he turned and headed into his office. While he appreciated Feyre for being such a good friend to you, there was no time for conversation when you were missing.

Inside, Eris approached his bookshelf and pulled on the book you had taken from him—or rather, its replacement. With a soft click, the entire shelf moved, revealing an opening to his secret room.

Eris's mind was on autopilot as he descended the stairs and used his thumbprint and voice recognition to access the mechanically locked door at the bottom of the stairs.

Inside, the room was filled with high-tech gadgets, weapons, and screens. The warm light bathed the space, giving it an inviting glow, despite its purpose. It resembled a massive closet, with weapons carefully displayed on expensive velvet walls, their deadly potential disguised by their beauty.

Eris approached the weapons, securing a harness to his shirt as he loaded every compartment with hidden knives and guns. He then put on his coat snd gloves, getting ready to get you back no matter ehat.

His phone suddenly buzzed with a message from shadow,

Found her. Warehouse by the marina. Aprox. 35 men outside and 3 inside.

Eris pocketed his phone, silently praying for your safety as he got ready to retrive you.

—

Drip.

Your brows furrowed as you slowly regained consciousness, annoyed by the consistent dripping of water. Your vision was hazy, your head pounding, and the cold made your teeth chatter. You tried to rub your temple, but your hand met resistance.

Panic surged through you as you realized you were chained up, unable to move freely. You kept pulling, foolishly hoping the steel chains would break. Your heart raced as you took in your surroundings. You were on your knees, hands bound, with your entire body aching and your arms feeling numb. The sound of the chains rattling grew louder as you struggled against them, desperate to break free.

Fear gripped you as you recalled being taken by a stranger. Your stomach churned with nausea, and you fought back the urge to vomit as the memories flooded back.

No, no, no.

This wasn’t happening.

Panic flowed through you, making it difficult to breathe. You attempted to stay calm, but the tears welled up in your eyes, and your body shook with fear. Alone in a huge and empty room, the air heavy with the scent of salt, you felt utterly helpless and started sobbing, head hanging low.

The sound of heavy metal doors creaking open pierced the air, causing you to lift your gaze with apprehension. Three men entered, their fiery red hair immediately catching your attention. The man in the middle crouched down to your level, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head, his gaze examining you.

“Finally awake from your little nap?”

You looked at him, then shifted your eyes to the other two, one of them smirking, the other stoic.

“Why am I here? Who are you? I haven’t done anything.” Your voice was hoarse and broken.

His demeanor shifted instantly, his previous amusement at your situation replaced by disgust. His smile vanished, and his eyes darkened with disdain. He straightened up, towering over you, and looked at you with a look of disgust and hate, as though you were nothing but dirt under his shoe.

“You are here as leverage. You see, my cousin killed my father and I can not let that go unpunished, right?”

The two behind him snickered and shook their heads.

Your brows furrowed again, what the hell had this to do with you at all? No one you knew could possibly be involved in something like this. And you didn’t care how rude you sounded, these fuckers kidnapped you.

“So? That still doesn’t explain why the hell i’m here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The guy in the middle, Sirius the others called him, narrowed his eyes at you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

Anger surged within you, and you were just about to snap at his cryptic words, not in the mood for riddles.

“Your little fuck buddy Eris did a very bad thing when he killed my father. He made me loose a lot of money and he needs to pay for it. Now, my cousin is a very hard guy to shake down, so imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered he had a pretty little thing hidden away all to himself. The perfect negotiation piece.”

You felt like throwing up. He couldn’t be serious. Eris, the man you love, the one you thought wouldn’t hurt anyone, had done something so terrible that these men were here to punish him for it. The shock of the discovery left you confused and disoriented.

“He killed someone?” Your words were nothing more than a whisper, struggling to make sense of the situation.

Sirius chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, he has done things much worse than that, sweetheart. But don't worry, you'll get to see for yourself soon enough.”

Realizing that Eris might be walking into a trap, you summoned your courage and flashed them a defiant smile. “Well, if that's the case,” you said, “then you're fucked.”

The big one in the back, named Aiden’s expression grew even darker, his eyes narrowing at your boldness. “And why do you think that?” he demanded.

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fear coursing through you.

“If what you say is true, then I assume you’re not stupid enough to try to actually lure him here. If he really did kill your father then you know how dangerous he is. And not to brag,” you added with hint of more confidence,

”But the man loves me and will most certainly kill all of you for taking me away in this pathetic attempt at a kidnapping. Listen, just let me go and I’ll make sure he doesn’t kill you.”

You watched helplessly as they approached, totally ignoring your words, their movements calculated. Ignis, the scrawny one, grabbed a length of rope from a nearby crate, his expression cruel. “You’re good. I can see why he is so infatuated with you. But you’re not going anywhere.” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before Ignis could make a move to bind you even more, a sudden gunshot echoed through the warehouse, causing everyone to freeze in place. Ignis stumbled backward, clutching his chest, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Shit!” Aiden exclaimed, reaching for his weapon but he was shot in the head aswell

Sirius lunged forward, a gleaming knife pressed against your throat. His expression was twisted with anger and desperation as he snarled, “If you move an inch, I’ll slit her fucking throat, Eris.”

Your heart raced as you felt the cold edge of the blade against your skin, a sob breaking from you as you realized Eris was here.

You cried, carefully breathing as to not get your neck sliced open. You watched as he carefully came out of the shadows with smoking gun and a deadly calm expression on his face. Eyes dead as his lips pulled into a smirk.

“You signed your own death when you kidnapped my girl.”

His cold and emotionless words made you shiver. He was was so different from the warm Eris you knew.

All your thoughts halted as Sirius pressed the blade harder to your throat, making you whimper in pain. You felt warm, wet liquid run down into your ahirt and you realized he had knicked you.

“You had my father killed and it made me loose millions. If you think i’m letting you or your whore get away-”

The blade on your throat dropped to the ground, as did Sirius’s body right next to you when Eris fired the gun straight into his arm. Eris stepped closer and shot both his hands, arms, legs, feet and just smiled.

“You don’t deserve a quick death. Normally, I’d handle you myself handle you but I’m on a bit of a time crunch, so I’ll leave you with him.”

With arms still bound above your head you coughed and then vomited at the feel of warmth of Sirius’s blood seeping into your pants.

Eris hurriedly made his way over to you, his hands steady as he ripped the chains from your arms, pulling you close to him. You collapsed against his chest, trembling with fear and relief as he whispered soothing words to calm you down.

After what felt like an eternity of tears and sobs, you finally managed to compose yourself, sitting up straighter and backing away slightly from Eris's embrace. Your voice was shaky as you spoke, the reality of the situation sinking in.

“So... you’re in the mafia or something? I mean, you just murdered three people in front of me, so I guess yeah.”

Eris's expression hardened, his features becoming stoic as he took in the gravity of the situation.

He glanced at you, his gaze softening as he reached out to gently touch your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“We need to get out of here,” he said firmly, his voice tinged with urgency. “I'll explain everything later, I promise. But right now, my priority is your safety.”

With a sense of determination, he helped you to your feet, keeping a protective arm around you, carrying you as you both made your way out of the warehouse, leaving the horrors behind you.

A man approached you both, dark haired, tall and blank look on his handsome face.

“I’ve secured the scene.”

Eris acknowledged the man with a nod of gratitude. “Your payment will be made in five minutes, good job. Sirius is in that room, I’ll leave you to it,” he said, his tone businesslike yet appreciative before leaving him to finish up as he carried you to the car.

At home, Eris helped you undress and get into the bath, staying nearby as he washed off the stress of the day. He was quiet but attentive, ensuring you felt safe and cared for throughout.

After you finished bathing, Eris handed you a fluffy towel and wrapped it around you gently, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to bed as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.

You snuggled closer to Eris, feeling a mix of fear and fascination about his involvement in the mafia. “I want to understand more about what you do, Eris. How did you get involved in all of this?”

Eris sighed, his expression growing somber as he recounted his family's history. “It's been a part of my family for generations,” he began, his voice tinged with resignation.

“My father was deeply involved in it, and his father before him. It's like a legacy that's been passed down, whether we wanted it or not.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock, “You’re telling me professor Beron was a mafia boss?”

Eris nodded gravely. “Yes. He built our family's empire from the ground up after my grandfather nearly lost it all. But he also brought a lot of danger and darkness into our lives. I did not have a happy or safe childhood. None of my siblings did because he always made us turn on each other and make us betray each other. It was always a scheme or plot going on because he wanted to pass the business down to someone worthy in his twisted mind.”

“And now I've brought that same misery into your life,” he says, his voice heavy with regret. “I should have left you alone. You don't deserve this. You deserve better than me. Someone who can give you the life you deserve.”

“You're wrong,” you respond firmly, looking into his eyes. “I choose to be with you, Eris. I know who you are now, and I believe in the goodness in you. It was scary, yes, but you didn’t kidnap me, they did. And now they’re gone, you protected me. Listen, I love you but if you ever suggest me being with someone else, I’ll punch you.”

Eris's eyes soften as he listens to your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He pulls you closer, holding you tightly against him. "I love you too, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Never again will you go through what you did today. I will make sure of it." he whispers, giving you a kiss with tenderness.

You break the kiss when a brilliant plan come to mind. “You know if you gave me a gun, i’d be protected forever.”

Eris chuckles softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back. “Yeah,” he says with a teasing glint in his eyes, “you'd look pretty fucking hot with a gun. I’ll teach you how to use one of the simpler ones.” He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his love for you evident in his actions.

“Perfect, I want you teaching me tomorrow, please.”

Eris smiles warmly at your enthusiasm. “Of course, I'll teach you everything tomorrow,” he promises. “But for now, let's focus on getting some rest. Tomorrow is a big day.” He tucks the blankets around you snugly, ensuring your comfort before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

So you do, in the comfort and safety of his warm embrace.

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save my room for last

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Placement: the morning after 'a sizing mishap', hours before 'a tale of ice baths and hot sauce'

Summary: One of the duties you're assigned for Soccer Aid Training Week is to run wakeup calls for a handful of players. Today you and your fellow staff members draw names for who you have to wake up.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ | smut-ish times [minors & pearl-clutchers, don't even try me i am not the one]; one (1) cuss word

Things to be aware of: cuddly clingy and overall menace bf Tom; cozy steamy times 🥴😮‍💨

The high-pitched scandalizing notes of your alarm pierced the quiet of your hotel room, effectively steamrolling your peaceful slumber in your boyfriend's arms.

"Too early," Tom grumbled, holding your naked body tighter against him. "Sun hasn't even begun to peek through." You fought the urge to snuggle further into his side and burrow your face into the crook of his neck as large hands freely roamed your back.

"I gotta go," you groaned, pushing yourself off the bed and trying to roll out of his hold, only making him let out a whiny groan and wrap his fingers around your thigh to pull you back to him. "Sweetie if I'm late I get whoever's left in the bowl for the wakeup calls." You had to bite your lip to hold back any reaction you had to his hand now lazily kneading at the back of your upper thigh, fingers traveling dangerously close to the part of you that was already most definitely awake and beginning to ache for him. Again.

"Not yet," he mumbled, pressing his lips to your forehead, tracing the features of your face lazily in sloppy kisses. "Just a few more minutes, goddess."

Dammit, when he got all whiny and needy like this, combined with the gravel of his morning voice, it was damn near impossible to deny him anything. You'd be downright hilarious to even try. And yet here you were, doing exactly that.

"I'm really sorry, sweetie, but I gotta go," you mumbled, letting out a few giggles that were muffled when he pressed his lips to yours, already pulling you tighter against him and sighing out in contentment as he did so. "I wanna at least have a chance of drawing your name from the bowls."

"Hmmm…you as a wakeup call," he pondered, the tips of his fingers running lightly up and down your side. "But I already have that luxury. That pleasure. Why give that up now for the possibility of having it again later?" He tightened his hand around your thigh and pulled you on top of him, making you brace your hands on his chest. "Why don't we just enjoy the early morning…" he trailed off, running his hands up the side of your body and down to your hips. "Just like this?"

You let out a groan, leaning down to press a brief kiss to his cheek before making a motion to get up and out of the bed. "Because if we do this it could very well be my first and last time on the committee, which means that if you get called back next year, chances are I won't be working the event with you."

Stepping away from the bed, you held back a giggle from the sight of his absurdly long arm reach out for you before flopping down the side of the bed, fingertips barely grazing the floor. You had to turn around to focus on getting your clothes back on, seeing as the sight of his naked form stretching in bed with the sheets so haphazardly draped over him and barely covering him from the hips down served as quite the distraction.

Add to that the way that the sheets traveled down when he stretched, putting on a sluttish display of the well-defined Adonis belt that framed the smattering of hair from his belly button leading down a path you were all too familiar with. If you didn't look away now you would find yourself back in bed and taking him up on his offer, position in the committee and wakeup call assignments be damned.

Unfortunately you knew that you needed to be there when they drew names. You prided yourself in being fairly decent in reading people, and you saw how the other members of the committee eyed Tom. They would be there before the names were even in the bowl trying some way to rig the system and get his name on the off chance that maybe they would catch even a fraction of the glimpse of the view you'd had just seconds ago. The worst part was that you couldn't even blame them.

The only thing you could really do was make sure you had an equal chance of drawing his name, too.

You opted not to bother with your bra and underwear, seeing as you would end up showering when you got to the room that you were designated to share with two other members, Lilly and Simone, anyway. "Go back to sleep," you whispered into the relative darkness. "Whoever ends up drawing your name, just make sure you're fully ready because I don't trust them not to have a camera on them just to snap a picture."

"Will you do something for me, sweetheart?" he mumbled, seeing the silhouette of his hand raising as if reaching for yours in the dark. You put your hand in his once you'd slipped your shirt on, letting out a little squeal when he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "Save me for last if you draw my name. I'll barely see you between my practice and whatever gets assigned to you for the day. If I get even a few minutes having you all to myself I want to savor it until the last possible second."

"I promise," you said with a giggle, easing your hand out of his and pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you headed out the door.

You tried your best to make as little sound as possible when you stepped through the door of your assigned room, not wanting to wake your roommates so rudely considering the ungodly hour. Of course, there was only so much you could do with the hinges of the door closer all but sounding trumpets at your return.

"Hmph…" Lilly groaned into the darkness. "There's no way it's already time for the briefing."

"Calm down, it's just me. We have half an hour, go back to sleep."

"Y/N?" Simone queried softly. "Bloody hell where'd you sneak off to? When you didn't come in last night we thought you fell asleep in the lobby prepping the media passes. Had half a mind to go out there and retrieve you so you could actually sleep on a bed."

"I appreciate the concern, but I'll have you know that I didn't pass out in the lobby, or a conference hall, or anywhere of the sort. My boyfriend's working the event, too. I spent the night with him." That announcement seemed to perk them both up considerably, both women sitting up from the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower and then we can all head over to the briefing together and see whose names we end up drawing."

"Please let me get Beck," Lilly whined. "My sister will be totally stoked and maybe I can even get him to greet her in a video or something." She was practically bouncing on her bed from excitement now. "Who do you two wanna get?"

"I don't much care who I get," you bluffed, blindly choosing an outfit from your suitcase. "What about you, Simone?"

"Asa," she answered without hesitation. "Absolutely adorable, that one." She then let out a stream of giggles. "I'll tell you who a handful of women would absolutely slaughter each other to draw, though. Heard them last night talking about how they were tempted to rig the bowls somehow just so things go their way and maybe they could get a glimpse of the famous bulge that Marvel needed to shell out some extra bucks for to buff out with CGI."

"Rig the bowls?" you huffed. "What're they gonna do, have Hiddleston's name printed in special textured paper so they can feel which one to pick out?"

"Upper level conspiracy material right there," Lilly joked. "I'd bet they'd try and trade with whoever ends up drawing him. Gotta admit, though. I wouldn't mind getting his name."

"Same," you and Simone murmured.

Twenty minutes later and the three of you stood among the other staff members in the briefing room, four bowls filled with paper strips lined up on a table in front of you, and the head of committee, Johanna, standing on the other side of the table with a clipboard in hand.

"Right then. Each of you step up, draw one name from each bowl, and hold on to them until everyone's drawn four names each, two from Team England, and two from Team World. Then and only then will you all take turns sharing the names you've drawn. No swapping." She looked at the members closest to the door, her gaze landing on you. "Y/L/N. You're up first."

Your heart was pounding in every part of your body the entire way through, hoping beyond hope that one of the scraps of paper that now laid in your hand held Tom's name. You watched as the other staff members approached the table one by one, some of them doing the sign of the cross before reaching their hand in, others outright expressing how they wished they'd drawn your boyfriend's name once the papers were in their hands. All the while you did your best to feign indifference, fighting against your body's knee jerk reactions of tensing your neck or glaring at them as if you were imagining what they'd look like if their hair suddenly caught fire.

Once everyone had four scraps of paper each, Johanna randomly called out your names, instructing you to share what was written on your respective papers. With each disappointed announcement came more blatantly optimistic expressions from the remaining members; Lilly proudly announced that she drew the TikTok influencer Beck, and Simone beamed as she read out the name "Butterfield".

You took a deep breath before opening the papers when your name was called, struggling to not show the relief that washed over you as you read out the names in your hand. "Bolt…Claflin…Scott…Hiddleston."

"Y/N name your price," one of the more outspoken members from earlier, Brynne, called out. "Come on, you'd still have--"

"Rules are rules, Brynne. You heard me earlier," Johanna's voice echoed through the room. "No swapping. You know your assignments. Meet back here at oh-eight-hundred to receive your designations for the rest of the day."

Passing through the wakeup call runs of the players from the World Team went off without a hitch, consisting purely of knocking on their doors, announcing your presence, and they were out within five minutes and off to the practice field. There was a tiny bit of an awkward interaction with Sam Claflin pointing at your neck and asking if you were alright because it looked "concerningly red", even wondering if it was a rash.

"Thanks for the concern, but I promise everything's fine," you answered him, not-so-casually moving your hair about so that it fell down in front of your shoulders and covered the area in question. "It's not a rash."

That got quite the reaction from him, causing fairly taller man to break out in chuckles and lightly shake a pointed finger in your direction. "You're quite the character. I hope whoever gave you that 'not a rash' appreciates that."

"I think he does," you quipped. "I mean we've been at this seven years and he doesn't seem bored yet so looks like I might be doing something right," you topped off with a shrug, heading to Jill Scott's room next. "Good luck out there."

"Lovely meeting you, Y/L/N," he said with a wave before heading off in the opposite direction.

A few minutes later you were knocking at the door to Jill's room, a ridiculous excitement slowly building inside of you and making you rock back and forth where you stood thinking about the next and final stop on your list before you had to return to the briefing room.

"Who is it?" you heard her call out from inside the room.

"It's Y/L/N. From staff," you said for the third time this morning. "Morning wakeup call."

"I'll be right out." A few moments later her door swung open, the woman greeting you with a warm smile. "Hey…Y/L/N, at the risk of sounding presumptuous or giving you cause of concern I have to ask you something."

Her premise took you aback, making you walk a little straighter and touch the ends of your hair, making sure that your neck was still considerably covered. "Pretty sure that just brought my blood pressure up a few points, but go ahead," you prompted her, trying to make light of the concern you were already feeling.

"It's just I noticed something whenever you passed by the field yesterday afternoon and--Ah screw it, best to just bite the bullet. You and Hiddleston…are you two an item?"

The question had your eyebrows shoot to your hairline. "Hmm? What uhh…what made you think that?"

"Well, if you two aren't a thing, I highly recommend letting the lad down easy because he looks at you like those videos of pets when they see their owners come home. Wide dopey eyes and like his heart wants to burst out of his stupidly wee jersey. That is the most irretrievably in love man I've ever seen with my own two eyes."

You didn't even bother to fight back the smile that stretched across your face. "We uhh…we are. I won't be letting anyone down easy today because honestly I'm so in love with the man it's borderline painful," you confirmed to her with a little shrug. "I may also be the one responsible for that tiny jersey currently fighting for its life. And the shorts. We're just trying to keep things a bit…less public, you know?"

She clapped her hands together loudly, suddenly looking victorious. "I knew it! For the record, you two make a lovely couple. His face lights up whenever he'd steal a glance your way yesterday. And when the other ladies from the committee try to chat him up, it's like he barely even registers that they're paying him any attention. You caught a rare one."

Her testimony on how he behaved when you weren't around had your heart swelling. If there was one thing that was eating away at you, it was the insecurity you felt knowing exactly who you were with and how much more objectively attractive those women that practically draped themselves over him were. And the fear always lingered in the back of your mind that one day he'd wake up and realize exactly that.

"I know," you choked out. "I really lucked out with him."

She pointed down the hall, starting to make her way to the elevator. "Am I last on your list or you have to make a few more stops?"

Your smile grew even wider, basically giving the answer away already. "No uhh…there's one more. Saving him for last."

A deviously amused toothy grin stretched across her face. "Ah, I see I see. Well I won't keep you. I'm sure you're excited to see him again."

You made your way back to Tom's room as fast as you could short of breaking out into a jog, practically power-walking down the halls until you rounded the final corner to the hallway where he'd carried you in his arms just the night before. Nearly even began to skip on your way there until you saw the small group of people that were waiting just a few doors away from his, the one closest to your destination being Brynne.

"Uhh…are you all waiting for your assigned players to get out or…?" you trailed off, already straightening your stance, deepening your voice, and taking on a posture that you only really dished out once in a blue moon. In private. With Tom.

Everyone but Brynne stepped away from their relaxed positions against the wall and walked back toward the elevator. You eyed the audacious, slightly taller auburn-haired woman expectantly. "Come on, Y/N. Be a team player here. Every time I've worked an event that involved him I don't even get the chance to be anywhere near him, I'm asking nicely please trade with me. I'll give you Payne--"

"Ew," you cut cut her off, not backing down from your 'boss lady-slash-domme' tone. "Shouldn't have led with that, Brynne. I mean I kinda feel for you that you got Mister more than big enough for you luv, when in fact I've been to children's parties that served vienna sausages bigger than what the guy's packing--"

"Exactly!" she empathized, letting out a chuckle and reaching for your hand as if to form a bond between you two. You knew better, though, and moved it just out of her arm's reach, knowing full well that the motion was meant to reach for the keycard you were suddenly holding tighter in your fist. "So please? Be a pal and let me shoot my shot?"

You did your best to keep your jaw unclenched, fighting every urge you had to make a show of this particular wakeup call and reveal the very blatant reason why you would not be helping her 'shoot her shot'. "You know, Brynne, I really wish I could help you but…it's my first year here and I really don't wanna get on Johanna's bad side by disobeying her 'no swapping' rule." The conspiratorial smirk on her face dropped, now eyeing you with incredulity as if you'd given her a resounding slap right to her ego.

With her more or less out of your way, you walked over to Tom's door and knocked three times, same as you did for the rest of your assignments.

"Who is it?" his muffled voice queried from the other side.

"It's Y/L/N. From staff," you called out. "Morning wakeup call."

You could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke again. "Am I the last on your list?"

Oh sweetie there's no list. It's you. It's only ever gonna be you, you thought to yourself with a smirk. "Yup. Last one."

"Please, come in then." The eyes of your onlookers widened the side of saucers at what they heard. "I'm nearly ready, I wouldn't want you to wait out there on your feet. Come in, catch your breath. Really, I insist."

You made a show of looking a bit perplexed at the offer. "O-Oh. Uhm…alright then." You turned to give your fellow staff members a casual look, shrugging before using the keycard in your hand to open the door and slip into the room, your cheeks and neck already straining from the laughter you were reining in as you saw the image that greeted you. "That is not even remotely 'nearly ready'," you playfully accused, motioning to the towel that he held around his waist, water droplets still running down his torso from the shower you suspected he'd just finished at most a few minutes ago. "What if someone else drew your name?"

Before he could answer, you held a finger to your lips and pointed at the door, then signaled toward your ear to tell him that there were people outside listening, or as you snidely put it in your thoughts, 'rummaging for scraps'. "Simple, darling. I wouldn't have invited them in," he answered in a more hushed tone. "I really should finish getting ready, though. Wouldn't want to let this wakeup call go on for longer than is expected of me," he said in a teasing tone, making a motion as if to turn around.

The air left your lungs in a disbelieving chuckle as he released his hold on the towel, the weighed down fabric falling to the floor with a wet sounding thud, and baring every inch of his gloriously naked form to you.

You had to force yourself to look away, gripping the edge of the dresser so hard that you were sure the skin on your knuckles turned white the second you caught a glimpse of the perfectly rounded cheeks of his ass.

That was monumentally easier back when he was mere feet away from you, and now nearly impossible with the way he walked right up to you, lightly wrapping his fingers around one of your wrists and leaning in to bring his lips closer to your ear. "I noticed you didn't have anything to put your hair up. I know how you get when your hair starts to stick to your neck," he whispered, lips lightly brushing across the shell of your ear.

He leaned in even closer, his slightly damp chest pressing against your shoulder as he reached around behind you with his other arm to tie a ribbon around your wrist. Your breathing hitched in the bach of your throat when he stepped even closer, working his thigh between your legs as he dipped his head and traced along your neck with the tip of his nose. "I uhh…I have to get back to the briefing room by 8…" you trailed off with a whimper, letting out a soft moan the moment you felt him press a kiss to your neck.

"We have time," he murmured, pressing another kiss on the same spot and smiling against your skin when you tilted your head and exposed more of your neck to him. He hummed into your skin, pressing closer against you, taking a deep breath as if he was breathing you in. "Is this a new perfume?"

His question, coupled with how he continued to press kisses along your neck, hands leisurely roaming your body as if you two had all the time in the world, put your mind in a haze. "It uhh…it is. One of the girls I'm assigned to room with suggested I try it out."

You began to grow weak in his arms as he kissed a trail down to your chest, his hands traveling to the back of your thighs to lift you up onto the dresser. "It's divine on you," he breathed against your skin, his lips kissing up to the other side of your neck and making you rest your forehead against his shoulder, struggling to take deep breaths.

When he started nipping and sucking at your neck was when you had to hold a hand over your mouth before you moaned so loud that everyone outside and maybe even the room above you would know exactly what was going down in this room. "What--"

"The mark on your neck looked lonely. Let me fix that," he whispered into your skin before latching his lips onto your neck again and proceeding to bite and suck a bit harder, causing you to press your lips to his shoulder and muffle your moan that way.

When you felt the all too familiar flames of your desire start to lick at your skin, your hands found themselves gripping at his back, struggling to remain cautious to not dig your fingernails in and claw at him.

"No," he grumbled against your skin. "Don't hold back, goddess. Sink your teeth into my skin. Mark me. Let me have you with me all day long." He weaved his fingers into your hair and moved to press his shoulder harder against you, as if urging you even more to leave your mark on him the way he was currently doing for you. His grip at the base of your hair tightened when you bit down on his shoulder, groaning into your neck a near euphoric sound that nearly sounded like a guttural 'thank you'.

You pulled away first, nearly gasping for air. "I have to be out soon or they're going to start gossiping about what they think is happening in here."

"They wouldn't be gossiping, sweetheart, because they would be correct," he shot back with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping back from you and finally letting you down from the dresser, giving you a soft smile as he fixed your hair to cover both sides of your neck. "I'll be ready in two minutes. Grab a water before you leave, you look a bit flushed."

"Menace," you murmured, scrunching your nose at him and giggling when he tilted your head up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before walking back into the bathroom to actually get ready. You made sure to take a few extra seconds before walking back outside. No sense in letting a perfectly good view go unappreciated.

As you'd suspected, Brynne and the other staff members were still outside when you stepped out of the room, water bottle in hand. "Wow…" she droned at you, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you were going to nick anything from the room, you shoulda gone for something with a bit more substance. Amateur."

"Okay first of all, I didn't swipe this," you bit back, your tone from earlier suddenly making a return and causing a few of the staff members to flinch at the sudden shift in the room. "He told me grab one, said something about me looking 'redder than usual'. Second? If you have a problem with me being assigned to this particular player, take it up with Johanna. Because frankly I don't have the fucks to spare to deal with your petty toddler pageant behavior."

She stood in front of you gobsmacked, a small sound of utter shock escaping her when you made sure to bump against her shoulder hard when you walked past her as the door to Tom's room opened.

"Oh…I suppose you're all here to perform wakeup calls for your assigned players? Like Y/N?"

His words seemed to snap everyone out of their reverie and they haphazardly approached the doors and knocked, hollering their names and telling the person on the other side that they were there for the morning wakeup call. Your boyfriend let out a soft chuckle, subtly shaking his head at their antics and lightly touching the inside of your wrist before signaling for you two to walk toward the elevators.

"Am I mistaken or did I hear you using that voice you have tucked away for some of our more creative nights out here?" he asked under his breath, deftly swiping the bottle from your hand and bringing it to his lips to take a few gulps before handing it back to you.

"Had to," you answered before you finished off the contents of the bottle. "She was trying to make a move on what's mine."

That had him quickly wrapping his hand around your elbow and leading you into a more narrow hallway that probably led into the hotel staff's service walkways, walking you back against the wall and lightly gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Much as I adore it when you get a touch territorial, you do know that no one will ever succeed? There's no one in this world that can lure me away from you. I'm yours. Always."

You rose to the tips of your toes, bringing a smile to his face as he met you halfway, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. "I love you," you murmured against his lips, letting out a whiny whimper when you heard the footsteps of the other players and staff members about to round the corner.

"I love you, too." He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before you two parted ways and he went toward the elevator, casually greeting the other players as he met them. Meanwhile you made your way back to the briefing room, surprised to find yourself the first one there.

"Ah. Y/L/N. With fifteen minutes to spare, too," Johanna greeted you. "How'd you like to be assigned to set up for the Elementals video?"

You fought to keep back the sheer joy that you felt from the offer, the knowledge that you'd be seeing Tom again in a short while filling you with so much excitement you were itching to dance on the spot. "I'd like that very much. Thanks, Johanna."

A/N: I was supposed to have posted this yesterday during my birthday but I got sidetracked building a Baby Groot Lego set 😂🫡 There's about 4 more stories that take place during Soccer Aid week for these two and honestly I can't wait for y'all to see what else I have in store for them because they're precious menaces in love 🥹🥹

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animasola86 · 6 months

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The Magic Toy (1/2)

Notes: This is a continuation to A Scholar and a Pervert and was inspired by @crispybois' comments! Thank you for tickling my creative bones! (Part 2 is here!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Magical sex toys. (Mutual) Masturbation.

Word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: After Sebastian has gifted you a magical replica of his cock, you implement it into your daily grind, quite literally, until you miss that perfect timeslot and have to use it in the middle of the day – causing him to face a rather unfortunate situation.

Warning: The horny teenagers are at it again. Beware!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

The Magic Toy (1/2)

You pressed the back of your left hand against your mouth, eyes squeezed shut, as you worked your other hand in rapid motions against your throbbing centre, the base of the toy tightly gripped between your shaking fingers as it slipped in and out, the friction enough to make your legs tremble and your muscles contract as you fought against the urge to cry out in pleasure.

It had become a daily ritual for you to use this toy before you went to sleep – and usually right after you woke up the next morning as well. Yet despite the drawn curtains of your bed and the Silencing charm keeping those noises inside your sacred little space, you had the slightly embarrassing realization that your roommates might still see the shaking of your bed as you rocked back and forth, your hips stuttering, your thighs clenched tightly around your hand and the magical object buried deep within.

When your orgasm crashed over you in waves of shuddering bliss, stars dancing behind your eyelids and quiet whimpers escaping your throat, you felt a familiar warmth spread inside you. It still baffled you how realistic it felt, then again it was modelled after the original and enchanted to do exactly the same.

What a wonderful world you lived in where your boyfriend could make you a replica of his cock and put the right charms and spells on it so you wouldn't have to be alone at night in your girls-only dormitory. And even though you were not always aware of it because your mind was clouded and practically empty after the sensations you experienced, there was a direct connection to the donor of this perfect gift.

And he would either lie in bed, wide awake, feeling every single tremor of your distant body clench around his very real arousal, or he would dream the most scandalously wet dream ever imaginable. It really was a win-win situation for both you and Sebastian, and even though he had been a little apprehensive at first, fearing you would use that toy during the day and turn this whole thing against him, he was literally very pleased at how you decided to take care of the magical item.

Even though he would sometimes fear you'd grow accustomed to it and decide you wouldn't need the real deal any more, you always surprised him with your insatiable hunger for him and the things he could do to you. And so you would find the time to meet anywhere you could and experience each other's bodies in fully, on top of your morning and night routine – and he was quite impressed at how much his body was willing to comply with your needs.

As were you as you eventually pulled the toy out of your tightening pussy, feeling the very real seed pumping out slowly. All the way down in the dungeons, Sebastian lay in bed and gripped a shaking hand around his cock, feeling his cum spurting over his fingers as he relaxed from your remote ministrations. Not bothering cleaning up, he'd fall asleep right after, while you were a little bit more meticulous about this whole endeavour.

You brought the cock-toy to your lips, impressed that it always kept its shape, always erect, with the veins bulging along the shaft and the pink tip glistening from your combined juices, it even thrummed softly the more attention you paid to it, and even though you loved the original a little bit more because it was attached to the beautiful body of your wonderful boyfriend and seeing it react to your touches in real time was much more satisfying, you cherished his gift more and more each day.

Enough to actually treat it like a little pet, which should have been ridiculous, but you still did it. Like tonight, as you kissed the tip softly, your tongue lapping at the excess cum, before you hummed against the shaft and placed a firm peck on its warm skin-like texture.

“Good night, little guy,” you whispered, hoping Sebastian would never find out about your nickname for it. You both knew it wasn't little at all, quite frankly it sometimes took you a long while to be able to take the toy inside your tight channel if you didn't prepare properly. But in the end it was made to fit inside you perfectly and you'd miss it dearly once you had to pull it out eventually.

You had tried to keep it in or push it back in after your orgasm had subsided, but either your cunt wasn't made to hold such items for a long period of time or it would simply relax as you fell asleep, or the thing had a mind of its own. Sometimes you did think so and you wouldn't put it past Sebastian to cast additional hexes on it just to play with you some more.

Yet you never knew what exactly happened, but when you woke up one morning to your roommate screaming her lungs out, you bolted upright, quickly slipping back into your pyjamas before you ripped the curtain aside and found a rather irritating sight in front of you. Without thinking you threw your blanket over the toy that had rolled off your bed and was lying in the middle of your dorm room, while your frantic roommate was standing on a chair, pointing hysterically at the object as if it would attack her at any moment.

“What is that thing?” she screeched and after clearing your throat, you balled up your blanket, picking the item up with it, and told her: “It's my new pet, it's a... naked mole-rat,” you added, cradling the bundle of sheets against your chest.

Luckily your roommate had never seen a real dick before, so she actually bought your story – and even though you were very sorry to compare Sebastian's cock to one of those rather unsightly animals, you found it actually clever and hilarious to have come up with it on the spot, but eventually the dread settled in and you quickly hid the magic toy away in its little box again, now always making sure to secure it away before you fell asleep.

You also made sure to never mention this story to your boyfriend, because you had promised him to take good care of it and because you didn't want to offend him with the comparison. The same day you would meet him in the Undercroft, making sure to give extra attention to the original as you were afraid it might have been affected by the fall from your bed, but it seemed fine and you forgot about the incident again.

One morning you woke up to an empty dorm room, your roommates already gone to breakfast or classes, and you realized you must have slept in. Your eyes fell on the box you kept between your pillow and the headboard, and with a deep sigh you had to force yourself not to indulge in your morning routine and rather focus on getting dressed and ready for school.

Yet once you were done, you returned to your bed and grabbed the box, shoving it into your enchanted satchel. You usually kept it safe and sound on your bed, hidden under a cloaking charm so no one would find it, but today felt like a day to take it with you. And so you did.

You soon noticed, however, that your body was highly irritated by the fact that you missed your morning ritual as you squirmed on your seat, feeling the heat drenching your undergarments. And having classes without Sebastian only made it worse and as you really, really needed to let out some steam, you couldn't even be bothered to look for him once classes were over.

So before lunch you found yourself in a bathroom on the fourth floor, hidden away in the last cubicle, the door locked and secured with a Silencing charm, while you crouched on the closed toilet lid, ready to release those urges as you unboxed your sacred toy with shaking fingers.

Several floors below, Sebastian was on his way to the Great Hall when a sudden jolt rushed through his body. Hiding the flinch with a clearing of his throat, he noticed a familiar pressure as his cock gave a surprised twitch and it soon strained against the stiff fabric of his breeches.

It took him a moment to realize that his teenage body was not experiencing one of those unexpected blood rushes it sometimes had to endure, but that it was you causing these reactions in him as you started swiping the magic toy through your wet folds.

Pulling his robes around him to hide the rather obvious bulge in his trousers, he hoped to Merlin that no one had noticed it yet as he excused himself from the group of students he had been walking with. Despite being blind, it was Ominis who gave him a knowing twinkle of his pale eyes and a rather telling smirk, but Sebastian was too occupied to think more of it.

He quickly made his way to the nearest bathroom and barely made it into one of the cubicles before he collapsed against the wall, letting out a loud groan. Yet before he freed his aching erection, he still had the mind to lock the door and put up the necessary charms. Once he pocketed his wand again, he unbuttoned his breeches and when his cock quite literally sprang free from its confines, it was already glistening in precum.

“What ever are you doing, woman?” he grunted and closed his hand around his length, eagerly pumping it to release the pressure. Unbeknownst to him, you were only starting your ministrations as you flicked your tongue around the enchanted toy, while your fingers prepared your eager pussy for the much needed intrusion.

Moaning softly against the hard cock in your hand, you worked your digits deeper into you, stretching your clenching walls, as you closed your lips around the precum coated tip and sucked the item into your mouth.

In another bathroom, Sebastian was leaning against the stall wall with his eyes closed, stroking himself feverishly as he felt all those little touches and licks and kisses on his heated skin as if you were right there. He liked to imagine that to be the case most of the time when you would be playing with your toy and his body would be riddled by all these unseen sensations.

It certainly made him desire the real deal much, much more, and while he worked himself with your remote assistance he was already thinking about seeing you again, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a dark corner to indulge in these urges he clearly needed taken care of.

Because for him, it wasn't enough to feel the ghostly touch of the magic flowing through him, he needed to see you, feel your warm body, witness your beautiful face contort in pleasure, how your skin would shine in sweat after you had worked your body against his in eager exertion, how your hands would hold onto him in desperate need of support as your legs would give way from the tremors he would cause in you.

He needed the whole package, so having you play with yourself and his gift to you somewhere in the castle, so far away from him, left him rather unsatisfied, despite the shudders rushing through his limbs as the tension inside his stomach built and the skin got tighter and tighter around his twitching cock.

Groaning deeply, he kept moving his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing and pumping, ready to bust at any moment, while you only now put his agitated tip against your folds and slowly pushed it in, moaning loudly as you felt the toy moving against your soft flesh and stretching you deliciously. Your legs trembled badly and you were barely able to hold yourself in your crouched position, so you extended one hand to hold onto the wall, while you pressed the cock-toy deeper into yourself.

You felt it twitching and thrumming inside you and only then did your mind go to Sebastian as you imagined him experiencing the same shudders as you – and for a moment you froze and your eyes went wide as you realized that it was lunch time and he would probably be in the Great Hall, surrounded by so many other students while you gave him this remote pleasure he might not be able to hide. Yet you hoped he got away in time, because you clearly weren't done yet.

And as you thought about him, imagining his warm brown eyes, those messy locks and the handsome, freckled face, you kept moving his magic cock in and out slowly, feeling the familiar pressure in your tight pussy as your walls adjusted to his girth, and you wanted him to be there with you, his big hands on you, holding you securely in place, giving you that extra warmth and comfort as he would slam his hips against yours, driving himself deeper and deeper into your slick in a steady rhythm.

The wet squelching noises were the same as you did these things to yourself and you could only imagine how he would groan and grunt against you as you experienced these sensations together. He did utter these sounds as he leaned slumped against the wall, beads of sweat running down his temple as he was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling his cock enveloped by your clenching walls, those muscle spasms rippling through him as if he was really buried within you.

He quickly found himself unable to hold back and as his balls tightened, he halted the movements of his hand and almost lost his footing as his cum spurted out of him in thick ropes, painting the cubicle's walls instead of yours, dripping down his fingers instead of out of your quivering cunt. Yet with the magic he imbued his toy with, you did feel his seed filling you up and you did feel it dripping down your legs as you eventually pulled the twitching item out of you.

You wondered then if he had indeed found a quiet place to help him release the pressure because he usually let you experience your own release before his, remote or when you were looking into each other's eyes, so you assumed he had really needed to ease the tension. Smiling to yourself, you raised the cum covered toy to your lips and took a little taste, before you put it right back where it belonged, because unlike him, you still weren't done yet.

In his stall in a bathroom far away from yours, Sebastian had slumped down on the closed toilet seat, one hand still holding his spent cock, while he cleaned his mess with his wand in the other, feeling slightly ashamed about it all, but that feeling wouldn't last long as he felt yet another magically enhanced jolt rushing through him. Closing his eyes, he simply relished in the sensation of experiencing your tightness once more as you seemingly kept working on yourself.

“Insatiable little minx,” he muttered and grinned to himself. “I really had a bad influence on you, eh?”

And indeed he had. Ever since you had agreed to let him experiment on you with various toys and other ways to test how sensitive you were to his touches, he had awoken something in you that you were barely able to contain sometimes. He had shown you how your body could react and what it was capable of and by gifting you this enchanted replica of his cock he had only made it worse. Not that you were complaining.

Even though this new found lust did occupy your mind more often than was appropriate, it also relaxed you and made the tedious daily grind of learning and studying so much more enjoyable. And even if you found yourself in a rather unflattering position as you pleasured yourself in a cubicle of the public bathroom, you didn't think about potential witnesses or eavesdroppers, you didn't even care if the protective charms around you were still holding up, you could only focus on the toy wedged between your legs.

With his cum as lubricant you moved it in and out fast, the friction quickly overwhelming you as you slumped down onto the lid of the toilet and leaned breathlessly against the wall behind you, desperately trying to reach your release without slipping off the seat as your body shuddered more and more.

But eventually it got all too much and you pushed the object in all the way, your hand holding it in place as you slumped forwards and fell onto your knees, your thighs pressed together as your orgasm spasmed through you, your moans muffled as you folded in on yourself and buried your face in your tangled robes, the sensation overpowering everything else as his magically enhanced cock thrummed and vibrated inside you as if it indeed had a mind of its own.

While you were fighting the urge to cry out as your release kept throbbing through you with every nerve on fire and every muscle contracting almost violently and you became a whimpering mess on the bathroom floor, Sebastian groaned deeply as he felt all of your tremors as well and soon enough, his fingers were covered in his cum once more, his cock twitching in his hand as he leaned back and shook his head in disbelief, his heart thundering in his chest and his breaths shallow. A jog through the castle seemed like less of an exercise right now.

Eventually you would calm down again and the toy within you stopped vibrating as much. You were tempted to just leave it in and spent the rest of the day remembering what you had just experienced, but the temptation to do it all over again was too strong, so you rolled onto your side and lifted a leg, before you pulled it out with hesitant fingers, watching the magic cum strands following the movements.

Despite your position on the floor, you finished your ritual like you always did, by thoroughly cleaning the toy with precise flicks of your tongue, causing the boy it belonged to to shiver all over again as he was already back in his composed state with his cock hidden away behind the stiff fabric of his breeches once more. Inhaling deeply, he leaned against the unlocked door and waited for you to finally stop your ministrations.

When you did, you scrambled to your feet with trembling legs, before you drew your wand and cleaned the mess you made on your clothes and surroundings. And only then would you put your favourite toy back in its box, not without giving it another peck to its glistening tip.

It took you quite a long moment to regain your composure and after the initial embarrassment as you realized what you had done in this rather public space, you inhaled deeply and moved on, lifting the charms and leaving to make your way to the Great Hall for some much needed food and much more needed drink. Exerting yourself like that always left you pretty parched.

Sebastian did the same and be it fate or coincidence, you ran into each other right on the Grand Staircase coming from different directions, and when your eyes met, you felt your face turn bright red as he gave you one of those charming, yet quite telling smirks. Swallowing your shame, you closed the distance to him and smiled back bravely as he grabbed your hand and continued on his way to the Great Hall with you in tow.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he whispered then and you blushed even more, completely avoiding his gaze now. He chuckled at your reaction and squeezed your hand. “No need to be ashamed, love. That was quite the unexpected experience, I have to admit.”

“I'm sorry,” you said quietly. “I... didn't mean to... surprise you like that...”

He stopped walking and turned to you, grabbing your chin with his free hand to make you look at him. “Don't apologize,” he said quietly as he moved closer, looking down at you with dark eyes. “It was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. Your timing could have been a little better, but it's all good,” he added with a chuckle that vibrated through your entire body.

You raised your free hand to dig your fingers into his robes, holding onto him tightly as you let your eyes wander over his face, happy to see the real deal in front of you finally. Seeing and feeling him certainly did nothing to quench your thirst, it only made it worse. “Perhaps we can --” you started, biting your lip as you felt the familiar heat pool between your legs once more.

He raised his eyebrows and gave you another smirk. “Again? You really are insatiable today, eh?” he whispered and leaned closer to press his lips to yours, a motion you met with a longing that made your limbs shake all over again. “So no lunch, then?” he offered as he leaned back, his hot breath ghosting your lips.

You licked them, feeling your cheeks warm up under his intense gaze. “Not the kind they serve in the Great Hall,” you said and he laughed at the implication, shaking his head slightly as he pulled his arm around your waist.

“You horny little monster,” he muttered as he gave you a peck to your cheek, then to your jaw until he moved to your ear. “Will you ever be truly satisfied?” His low voice sent shivers down your spine as he brushed his lips against your skin.

“Only one way to find out...” you suggested quietly, despite your flushed face and overall embarrassment you were very eager to indulge in your ever-growing desire for him – for real this time.

He watched you for a moment as he leaned back, his head tilted and his eyebrows raised while his dark eyes wandered over your face, but then he smirked and you saw him bite his lip. “Who am I to deny you these wishes, princess?” he muttered with a deep chuckle.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but smiled right back, before he let go of you, grabbed your hand and pulled you up the Grand Staircase once more, and neither of you would ever reach the Great Hall that day. Food was overrated when there was a different kind of hunger writhing inside your stomach.

(Read PART 2 right here!)

End notes: I initially had this as one big part but it got way too long, so I split it up into two parts.

My first try at alternating POVs, I usually focus on one single narrative but it was indeed fun to switch between them and I suppose that was the only way I could write this to begin with. Learning new stuff every time my brain creates these smutty stories. I always knew porn was educational!

Also: justice for naked mole-rats! I did not mean to call them unsightly, they, like all beings, have the right to live a peaceful existence without anyone shaming them! (As do dicks, because that comparison goes both ways, oops! XD)

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow reader insert #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy reader insert #reader insert #smut

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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thique - s.mg

pairing: mingi x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au

word count: 3.1k

content warnings: established relationship, a lot of talk about healthy weight gain, body worship, pet names, mirror sex, teasing, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, praise (fem receiving), reader has a nose piercing, multiple orgasms, they’re really in love it’s kinda gross

synopsis: after being away for a month mingi comes home to his girlfriend and shows her just how much he missed her.

playlist: THIQUE - beyoncé, body - megan thee stallion

author’s note: i’m kind of a genius for this idk! and this is also very self indulgent. enjoy! 🥰

mingi. he’d been gone for a month. he was away visiting his family in korea and in his absence, you’d been eating to try to forget that he was so far away. calls and texts and facetimes were only so efficient. there was nothing compared to having him in your arms, his big frame basically swallowing yours. you missed him. the apartment was so lonely without him. it felt so dull and not bright like it felt when he was in it. you felt so silly that him being gone affected you this much but mingi was the love of your life. you hated being away from him.

you came home from work that evening once again to a quiet, lonely apartment. with an exasperated sigh you kicked off your shoes and trudged upstairs to the bathroom to wash off your very long day. the shower water was hot and steamed filled the bathroom to the brim. lately this was the closest thing you had to a hug. maybe you should get a pet for times like these. you turned off the shower, stepping out to wrap a towel tightly around your body. skincare and slipping your pajamas on followed after. now downstairs, you rummaged through the kitchen to find something to eat while you retreated to your couch to end your night watching a movie you’d seen a hundred times. you decided on a tub of your favorite ice cream. you walked the few steps from the kitchen to the living room and plopped down on the couch, another exasperated sigh leaving your lips.

you popped the top off of the ice cream and began eating as you absentmindedly watched the movie. you missed that man so much you couldn’t even enjoy it.

“i’m gonna call him.” you said to yourself, picking up your phone from where it layed on the couch. just as you were about to press his contact, the sound of keys unlocking the door damn near startled you, until you remembered that the only other person who has keys is… mingi.

you hopped up from the couch and raced to the door to greet him, your bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood floors. the door opened and there he stood, looking so fine in his glasses and sweatsuit. he’d dyed his hair a new color since he’s been gone, you noticed. you didn’t even let him put his bags down before you all but pounced on him, wrapping your body around his. he laughed, dropping his bags in the doorway and hugging you back as tightly as he could.

“why didn’t you tell me you were on your way back?!” you asked him, face buried in his chest. you’d felt like crying but you fought the urge, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

“i wanted to surprise you. are you surprised?” he asked you. his deep voice flooded your body with contentment.

“yes.” you nodded, face still buried in his chest. you didn’t want to let him go, not even for a second. afraid that if you did he’d leave again.

you had to though so he could step inside the apartment. he pulled his bags inside and shut and locked the door behind him. he pulled you in for another hug. you smelled so good, like cocoa butter and vanilla. he missed your scent just as much as you missed his. mingi placed a soft and slow kiss on your lips. you’d almost forgotten what his lips felt like against yours.

“you taste sweet.” he pointed out after you pulled away from the kiss.

“ice cream.” you explained simply. “god, i missed you so much.” that lump in your throat forming once again.

“i missed you too, princess.”

you stayed in each other’s embrace for a while longer, enjoying the closeness after being away from each other for a month. mingi was the one to pull away first but not before giving you a kiss on the top of your head. mingi was about to head upstairs to put his things away until he noticed the way you’d filled out since he’s been gone.

“wait,” he began, dropping his bags again. “let me look at you.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked him. his eyes trailed up and down your body. they were no longer full of love and affection but now lust and hunger. you felt goosebumps arise on your skin.

“you gained weight.” he pointed out and you looked down at yourself. you hadn’t noticed but you guessed that with all of the food you’d been engorging in while he was gone was the reason. you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it, “you look good. nice and healthy and thick.”

“i was eating a lot.” you explained to him. he was closer to you now, that hungry look still in his eyes. “you look like you’re gonna eat me.” you said.

“i might.”

“mingi.”

“you don’t understand, baby girl. i haven’t seen you or been inside you in over a month.” he walked closer to you, instinctively you backed up. he continued, “and the first thing i see when i get home is you, thicker than i’ve ever seen you. and you expect me not to want to eat you.”

“mingi.” you repeated

“then you have on these little ass shorts.” he had you backed against the wall now. you were trapped in the best way possible. he hooked his finger in the elastic band of your sleep shorts and then let it snap against your skin, but not hard enough to hurt you. just enough for you to feel the light sting. “and this little ass tank top.”

“i didn’t even know you were coming.” your voice came out as nothing but a whisper.

“oh, so you’ve been walking around in these little clothes while i’ve been gone and you didn’t send me pictures? that’s selfish, princess.”

“i’m an in person event only.”

mingi laughed at your cuteness but soon he was looking at you with that same intense stare.

“really though, baby girl. you look so fucking good. i need to touch you and fuck you right now. can i?” what a gentleman, asking before he blows your back out and gives you a limp for the next two days.

“please.”

mingi insisted on fucking you in the mirror, he wanted both of you to admire your new body. so that’s where you were. you started on the ground in front of the full body mirror you kept in the corner of your room. you sat between his legs as he caressed your body. his large hands handled you with the gentlest of care, drawing moans from your lips when he rubbed your breasts over the thin fabric of your white tank top or when he rubbed your thighs getting dangerously close to your needy pussy.

“mingi, please.” you whined, looking at him through the mirror.

“uhn uhn.” he tutted. “first you gotta look at yourself.”

“i look at myself everyday, song mingi.”

“do what i say or i’m not giving you what you want.”

you looked at yourself, per his request. you stared at yourself in the mirror while he did the same. you really hadn’t noticed the extra weight you’d put on but looking at yourself now and the way your body had changed was almost overwhelming. but you liked it. you liked the way you’d filled out since he’s been gone. you liked the way it had mingi acting just a little bit more. he was squeezing and rubbing over every inch of your body, not letting anything go untouched. you felt so beautiful. so loved. that’s why you missed him so much. he never missed an opportunity to make you feel like this.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman on this planet. you’re so perfect. everything about you is perfect. my perfect, perfect girl.”

your heart swelled at his words, “thank you mingi.”

“perfect face.” he used his index finger to gently trace the features of your face. he started with your eyes, complimenting the brown orbs. then your pierced nose, telling you how much he adored it and how cute the dainty, diamond stud is. then your pretty, plump lips, telling you how soft they were and how he loved all the sweet and funny things that slipped past them and how he loved when you covered them in gloss.

his finger trailed down your neck which made you shiver and you relaxed even more into him. he spoke again, “perfect body.” his voice had dropped an octave. his lips so close to your ear you shivered once more at the subtle contact.

“your boobs.” he grabbed one in both hands and squeezed the mounds of flesh. you moaned, squirming against him. you needed more from him. you needed to feel him. mingi wasn’t worried about that yet though. no. his only concern right now was making sure you knew how much he adored you.

“so soft.” he gave them another squeeze. he moved to your belly, “cute little tummy.” he rubbed his large palms over the pudge of your bare stomach. his hands felt so good and his words had you subject to his every whim.

“mingi, please.”

he ignored your pleas and continued his ministrations on your body. your pussy was soaked, the fresh pair of underwear you just put on now ruined thanks to him.

“let’s take these off.” he snapped your shorts against you again. you lifted your hips up and he slid the shorts down your legs and tossed them to the side. he spread your legs wider so both of you could get a peak at the wet patch on your underwear. you blushed at the sight of yourself. “beautiful. you’re so beautiful.”

“thank you, daddy.” you said, a smirk on those plump lips. you heard him moan lowly into your ear.

“stop playing like that or you won’t be walking straight after this.” he said into your ear looking at you through the mirror. you reached behind you to pull his head down towards yours and planted a wet kiss on his lips.

“i’m not playing, daddy.” you whispered. seduction oozed from your voice and went straight to mingi’s already hard dick. he pressed himself against you, so you could feel it. you gasped at the feeling of it, your pussy gushing once again.

“you see how hard you make me, baby girl?” he asked

“then fuck me. please, daddy. i’ve been good.” you grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs. you expected him to pull away but no. he wasted no time rubbing your little pussy over your cotton undies.

“so fucking wet.” he said. his deep voice had goosebumps arising on every surface of your brown skin. you threw your head back on his shoulder while he played with your pussy.

mingi wanted to see you naked, that’s why he started this whole thing in the first place. he pulled his hand from between your legs leaving behind an even bigger wet patch than before. he took off your tank top first and groaned at the sight of your breasts. he reached in front of you to toy with your nipples until they were pebbled and until you were squirming against him. he took off your panties next both of you moaning at the way your pussy was connected to them by strings of arousal.

“pretty pussy.” he said pushing your thighs apart. your pussy was on display, you could see the way your little hole was clenching helplessly around nothing begging to be filled. “thick thighs.” he squeezed the fat of your thighs in his large hands drawing yet another moan from you.

“want your dick, daddy. please.” you begged him, your cunt clenching once more at just the thought of him filling you up.

mingi, who didn’t wanna keep his baby girl waiting any longer, began to undress himself behind you. he slipped his hoodie off and then his sweats and boxers. when he settled behind you again he pulled you into his lap. you felt his dick poking you in the back while he kissed and nipped on your neck. no doubt leaving marks behind you’d have to work like hell to cover.

“ready?” he asked you rubbing his head through your folds. you nodded and mingi helped you sink down onto him until he was fully inside of you. you stood still for a moment trying to get your foggy brain to clear up. he felt so good inside of you, he always did. he started moving but slowly so you could adjust to him.

“so full, daddy.”

“i’m gonna speed up now, yeah?”

you nodded at him. he began to move faster, holding your thighs open so he could get a good look at the way your pussy swallowed his dick in the mirror. he could see the way your arousal formed a white ring around the base of his dick. he watched the way your body jiggled and gyrated every time he pounded into you. he moved his hands from your thighs and trailed them up your body to squeeze your tits in his large hands.

“did you miss me fucking you like this every night?” mingi asked, still fucking into you without faltering.

“so bad.” you replied. mingi chuckled at you before leaving a sweet kiss on your neck. “i wanna ride you.” you told him

mingi stopped moving so you could take over. you turned around so that you and mingi were face to face. you kissed him on his lips before sinking back down onto him, earning a deep moan from him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began bouncing yourself on his dick. the feeling of his tip hitting your sweet spot had your toes curling. you craned your neck to look at yourself and mingi in the mirror and you swore you could’ve cum right there. it was erotic. the way your hair stuck to your sweaty face and the way his lip was caught between his teeth while he watched you bounce on him.

“love watching you get yourself off on my dick.” he praised you landing a smack on your ass cheek. “does it feel good, baby girl?”

“feels s’ good, daddy.” you said still working yourself on his dick, chasing after your orgasm.

“yeah? feels good using me to make that pretty pussy cum?” you moaned at his words, your walls fluttering around his length.

you continued to bounce on him. the more you did the more your brain fogged up. mingi started to move his hips again to help you cum faster. he reached between your bodies to rub circles into your clit and you moaned tangling your fingers in his hair. you felt that tug in your belly indicating you were nearing your orgasm. so you sped up the movements of your hips, ignoring the ache in your muscles. you were too lost in the pleasure to care. mingi began pounding into you even harder pulling your body down with every thrust. you cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders and pressing your sweaty forehead against his.

“fuck me just like that, daddy.” you mumbled almost incoherently but mingi understood you. he always did. your eyes were closed in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm come closer and closer. “i’m so close, please don’t stop daddy. please.”

“i’m not stopping until you cum all over my dick don’t worry.” mingi said

mingi looked in the mirror once more to watch the way you rode him. the way your ass jiggled with every movement. he saw the way your juices dripped down his balls and on the ground beneath you. the sight made him twitch inside of you also close to cumming, but he had to make sure you came first. mingi kept thrusting into you until he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him.

“are you gonna cum, baby girl?” he asked

“yes, daddy! fuck yes!” you screamed. “i’m cumming, mingi!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you creamed around his dick and gripped him like a vice. your orgasm had mingi’s about to tip over the edge.

“where do you want it?” he asked you

“inside me, please. i wanna feel you.” you whispered.

“shit.” mingi said through clenched teeth right before he spilled inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. you kissed him before dropping your head on his shoulder while you caught your breath.

“i don’t think i can feel my legs.” you said and mingi chuckled pecking you on the cheek.

“i’m sorry baby. we can take a bath together.”

“nuh uhn. we can do that later. i wanna go again.” you said grinding your hips down on him.

“i thought you said you couldn’t feel your legs?” he asked but ultimately assisted you with grinding on him, his dick hardening inside of you again.

“i’m a big girl. i can take it.”

you ended up on the bed this time, with you on your back and mingi between your legs. he rubbed himself through your folds both of you hissing from overstimulation. he pushed inside of you and immediately set a steady pace. you wrapped your legs around his waist to ensure he couldn’t pull all the way out of you. soon mingi was laid flat on top of you while he fucked his first load of cum deep into your pussy. you felt your second orgasm stir in your belly. mingi continued rutting into you until he felt his second orgasm creep up on him too.

“let’s cum together this time.” he said, peppering kisses on your neck and collarbones.

“okay.” you agreed with a dopey smile. mingi picked up his pace, fucking into you harder and harder until you were both dangerously close to cumming. he interlocked his fingers with yours as you both came together. your essence coating his dick and his essence filling you up.

he stayed on top of you, while your breathing returned to normal and he softened inside of you. but before he could pull out you locked your ankles together so he couldn’t move.

“stay inside for a little while please.” you pouted giving him those puppy dog eyes he could never say no to.

he laid back on top of you and planted another kiss on your lips, “i love you. ya know that?”

“oh i know. you just showed me. i’ll keep gaining weight if you’re gonna fuck me like this.” you said making mingi laugh. “and i love you too.”

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rafebarrysmut · 6 months

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“Did you just bite me?”

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Barry (Outer Banks)

Summary: their first time and it's hate sex (based on the requests I got, thanks lovely anon and @obx-for-life )

This takes place in season 2, post-betrayal, when Rafe has just watched his father's confession video and had that fight with Sarah. The alcohol won’t help and he needs something stronger to numb those emotions and the screaming voices inside his head. So he ends up at Barry's. Naturally.

Warning: minors dni. Rafebarry smut. Explicit language. Top!Barry x Bottom!Rafe, Virgin!Rafe, some canon-typical violence, mentions of Ward's (fake) suicide, biting, crying, lots of whimpering, Rafe tries to be dominant. And gets railed. Barry's pov. This is almost 3.5k words. holy fuck.

Fuck, Rafe Cameron was the last person Barry expected to see showing up on his porch that day.

When he heard the dirt bike approaching, Barry looked up from the worn copy of The Crying of Lot 49 he was reading, frowning as he saw Rafe coming to a halt, getting off his bike, literally throwing his helmet at the trailer. Barry mumbled a curse when the boy came stomping towards him. Of course, Barry had heard the news about Ward Cameron and he'd guessed that they would have to let Rafe go with his father taking the blame for Peterkin's murder. And he had expected the boy to be angry at Barry for ratting him out, but he sure hadn't expected him to come running to him that same day.

Barry closed his book, put it to the side, about to get up and greet Rafe with a casual but tense grin, when Rafe kicked at the coffee table causing it to topple over.

“Hey!” Barry jumped to his feet.

Rafe was quick, both his hands grabbing for the collar of Barry's shirt.

“Easy there, dawg.” Barry was alert, but cautious. He had lifted his hands but didn't touch Rafe, just looked him straight into the eyes. “Sure this is upsetting and all, but you might wanna calm down.” Barry's voice was low, but firm.

Rafe's hands fisted around the fabric, white knuckles showing. His jaws clenched as he glared down at the older male. Every muscle in his body seemed tensed up, Barry could feel it, see it.

“I'm gonna end you,” Rafe muttered between gritted teeth. Barry could smell the stench of liquor in the boy's breath. He could see the tears in his bloodshot eyes.

The boy was fucked up, like really fucked up. And by now Barry knew that Ward Cameron was to blame for the most part of that. Barry didn't feel sorry for Rafe, but he understood what it was like to be fucked up like this by your own parent. And though Ward might have saved Rafe from going to jail by taking his own life, he had literally torn that messed up boy to pieces by doing so. Barry had gotten to know Rafe in all kinds of stages of messed up. This was beyond.

He tried to stay calm, still assessing the situation, and part of him was also curious why Rafe had gotten all the way into the cut to take out his revenge on Barry on this day. But with Rafe, there was no reason – at least not the kind of reason other people understood, that boy acted on impulse only. Or something else. Some completely messed up logic of his fucked up mind.

“This is on you,” Rafe hissed. “If you hadn't turned me in, he wouldn't – this is all your fault.”

Rafe's voice grew louder and he shook Barry.

“This is all your fault,” Rafe was practically fuming now, pushing Barry back, who stood his ground.

Rafe's hand reached for Barry's throat, but Barry was quicker. Grabbing both the boy's wrists, freeing himself from the grip, he pushed Rafe back, his chest colliding with his.

There was a moment of surprise in Rafe's widened eyes, then the anger kicked in. He growled and fought Barry's grip, fought him fiercely and blindly. His body urging against Barry's, shoving him backwards with such force that Barry stumbled and lost his balance when hitting the edge of the couch with the backs of his legs.

“Fuck,” Barry cussed, trying to stop his fall, and in doing so, he let go of one of Rafe's wrists, who used the momentum to land a punch at the other's face, hitting his jaw.

Barry’s back hit the worn-out couch and Rafe was on top of him. But not for long. Barry lost his patience and fought back. They tumbled off the couch, landed on the ground. Barry tried to get a hold of Rafe's hands, tried to pin him down, but the boy was writhing below him now, wriggling out of his grip and attacking Barry. A fist hit Barry's rips. A knee kicked at his stomach, missed, but made Barry lose the upper hand again. Barry had not only lost his patience with this boy, he felt his own rage now driving him on. Punching, hitting, gripping, tugging, they rolled along the floor of Barry's porch, hitting furniture and scattered empty cans. The sounds of furniture being shoved, fists hitting, bodies colliding, mixed with groans and heavy panting as they engaged in this fierce, very physical fight.

“Fuck!” Barry cried out when a sharp pain hit his shoulder.

Rafe was on top of him with one of his arms twisted behind his back, Barry had wrongly believed to have the upper hand in that moment.

“Did you just bite me? You fucking crazy,” Barry couldn't hide the surprise in his voice, when he grabbed Rafe's hair, pulling him up a bit, so he could look into his face – and see the boy look at him, his lips parted, blood dripping from his mouth and Barry was unsure whose it was.

“You crazy bitch…” He gazed up at Rafe, who looked straight into his eyes. Something so fierce and wild in those blue ones. Barry heard his own raspy breathing, felt his chest rise and fall. They'd suddenly stopped their fight but that hot rage was anything but gone.

Barry’s hand grabbed Rafe's jaw, which made the boy gasp, those eyes widened even more, pupils dilating. And then, as if remembering they were in a fight, he pulled at that hand, tried to free his face, and Barry's finger slid between those bloodstained lips. And he felt the soft wetness of his tongue and those lips closing around it, and he pushed the digit deeper and saw Rafe's eyes rolling back in his head, and a surge of something hotter than rage suddenly hit Barry's body. And for just a second it felt like Rafe's mouth was sucking on his finger and Barry's breathing hitched. And the next moment, sharp teeth sank into his finger. Barry growled, quickly pulling his finger out and smacking Rafe across the face, sending his head whipping back.

When Rafe moved his head back to look at him, something had changed in his expression. He looked surprised and tears were pooling in his blue eyes, and Barry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Whereas Rafe had glared at him like a wild beast before, he now looked like a kitten, a sad kitten that seemed to be puzzled about what it had done wrong.

Barry quickly grabbed the back of the boy's neck as he felt him shift on him and pulled him close.

Rafe's hands were pressed to the floor on either side of Barry's head and he was struggling to keep himself up like this with his face only inches away from the other's.

Barry felt the body above him trembling and he knew that it wasn't just from the exhaustion.

He pulled him closer. Rafe still fought his grip, struggling to push himself up. Heated puffs of air hitting his face.

Barry felt the warm breath on his face. Those full lips opened. Those eyes flickered. Barry noticed how they moved to his mouth. He grinned. Those eyes met his again. Rafe's panting grew more rapidly. Those eyelids fluttered shut and Barry lifted his head, just an inch, and his lips met those soft lips of Rafe.

He felt the boy freeze, then struggling to push away, but he wouldn't let him. His other arm wrapped around his body and he pulled him closer, pulled him flush against his body, as his lips moved against those too soft lips, hungrily kissing, tasting blood.

As he felt Rafe opening his mouth, a whimper escaping his lips, Barry pushed his tongue inside his mouth – despite the risk of those sharp teeth biting at it. But Rafe gave up his resistance, finally giving into what Barry had noticed the boy had wanted all along.

It wasn't unusual to get aroused from fighting, with all that heat and bodies so intimately colliding. But the way Rafe now kissed him back, Barry knew that this was something else, this was a hunger much deeper, much darker.

Rafe began shifting his body on Barry's. His hands suddenly eager to grab and tug. One hand gripped Barry's throat and Barry groaned in response, his hips buckling up, meeting Rafe's who was straddling him, making the boy feel how hard he was.

The grip around Barry's throat tightened as the kiss got more heated, with tongues fighting for dominance and teeth not just teasing, but biting hungrily.

Barry's hand grabbed for Rafe's ass, grabbed hard at the firm flesh, and he almost expected the boy to withdraw, but all he did was whimper.

The kiss got sloppy and breathless, both were so riled up that this was by far not enough to satisfy their hunger.

Rafe's hand closed tighter around Barry's throat, by now making it harder and harder to breathe. Barry tensed up and with a sudden motion pushed Rafe off of him. Sitting up, his hand went to his throat where Rafe had surely left marks. He narrowed his eyes, his breathing still strained.

And Rafe, sitting on the ground in front of him, gazed at him with those eyes, and he looked as if he had been slapped again.

“You're crazy, baby boy,” Barry's voice was hoarse, but he chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

Rafe sat there, panting, and slightly trembling. His wet lips parted, they looked swollen from the angry kiss. His blue eyes moved over Barry's body and his expression was this strange mixture of puzzlement, anger, and hurt. And something else.

Barry had his eyes on the boy as he moved cautiously, as if not to scare him. Slowly, he took off his own shirt. Rafe's eyes were immediately drawn to his abs.

Barry waited, but Rafe didn't seem to pick up on the invitation to do the same, but just bit his lips as his eyes wandered over Barry's muscular torso.

Slowly, very slowly Barry pulled down his shorts, just enough to show his cock's pink tip.

Grinning, he noticed how Rafe wetted his lips.

Barry leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, he looked at Rafe, tilting his head.

And there it was again, that strange look in the boy's face. He was nibbling on his finger and his eyes flickered wildly about.

The muscles in Barry's stomach twitched.

“This your first time, hm?” A mocking tone in Barry's voice.

“It's not,” Rafe was quick to respond and shot him an angry glare – and right then Barry knew that Rafe not only never tasted cock before, but that he was in fact still a virgin. – And it was like those months ago, their current interaction mirroring the first time Barry had offered Rafe coke, who took it with that angry tone lying when stating that it wasn't his first time – just like now.

Barry lifted his hips slightly to help Rafe pull down his shorts completely, who did so hastily.

As if trying to prove that he was in fact used to giving blowjobs regularly, Rafe gripped the base of Barry's cock, propped it up to guide it to his opened mouth as he leaned down, kneeling next to Barry. Without hesitation Rafe took the tip between his lips and began sucking, making Barry hiss a curse and clench his fists. But the next second, Rafe pulled back, his face contorted, rubbing his lips that he was licking frantically, obviously appalled by the bitter taste of Barry's precum. But at the same time, he just couldn't take his hands of that thick cock in his hand. His other hand rested on Barry's thigh and his nails dug into its flesh as he tried again. Rafe closed his eyes, the curtains of his hair almost hiding that pretty face and the tears running down his cheeks, as he opened his mouth further to take more of that fat cock in. The warm tongue pressed against the slit and Barry gasped. Spit was running down Rafe's chin and drooling onto Barry. Rafe had given up on the sucking, but began moving his head up and down, his lips tight around the thick cock. His mouth clenching around it. He didn't get much more than an inch in when he was already gagging.

It was messy, it was sloppy, and quite frankly, it was the worst blowjob Barry had ever received. It was perfect.

Barry was breathing hard, his cock throbbing and glistening with Rafe's drool, as Rafe was coughing heavily, his cheeks flushed, tears running down his face, drool covering his chin. While the boy was trying to compose himself, trying to make that coughing stop and probably contemplating about whether it was worth giving it another try, Barry sat up, grabbed that pretty face and kissed those quivering red lips.

Rafe was quick to stop him, push him away, still fighting to regain his breath. And Barry chuckled when blue eyes darted at him, ready to kill.

Barry wanted to wrap his arms around him and pull Rafe close to him and just kiss that frown, but Rafe pushed him back, so hard that Barry landed on his back again, looking up in surprise. But then he saw that Rafe undressed himself. Got rid off that grey shirt, his jeans and boxer briefs.

Fuck.

Barry inhaled and held his breath, because that boy was literally breathtakingly beautiful. His mouth watered as he saw his well-trained body, perfectly toned. And his cock must have been the most beautiful cock ever. Nice and smooth and big. Not as thick as Barry's, but huge as it was pressing against Rafe's flat stomach. Barry would've loved to suck it, but Rafe obviously had something else in mind.

He climbed on top of Barry, straddling him, sitting down on his hip.

Barry was about to grip the boy's hips, when Rafe slapped his hands away, then gripped his wrists to pin them next to Barry's head.

Hovering over him, his face close to Barry's, he spoke in a low voice.

“You don't move when I fuck you.”

Barry flashed a grin and he couldn't deny how hot it was that Rafe wanted to dominate him.

Only problem was that Rafe was obviously completely inexperienced. By now Barry suspected that he had never actually been intimate with anyone, neither girl nor guy, and only got his knowledge from watching porn clips probably.

Rafe let go off Barry's wrists when the latter stopped moving as demanded.

He sat up and reached behind himself to grab Barry's cock. Barry felt it throbbing as those eager hands tried to position it.

Rafe bit his lips, concentrating as he lifted his hips a bit.

The wet tip poked against his firm cheek, brushed along the crack, then touched that sensitive muscle and Rafe winced.

He let out a long breath, his brows furrowing, his mouth opening wider and wider as the tip pushed against his tight entrance. Barry felt it flinching and he growled as he almost lost it.

Rafe’s body was tensing up and Barry could see his erection faltering as he desperately tried what seemed impossible. And Barry saw that Rafe was about to lose it.

In one swift motion, Barry sat up, wrapped his arms around Rafe and shut up his angry protests with a passionate kiss. Feeling skin on skin, the heat between their bodies grew into something fervent. Both being naked, their hunger for each other was no longer that desperate, but still as fierce.

Rafe's hands gripped and scratched whatever they could reach. And Barry just needed to hold and never let go.

Rafe moaned into Barry's mouth as he rocked his hips hard and needy against Barry's.

His fingers digging into Rafe's hair, Barry guided the younger's lips to his throat, flinching and groaning as those teeth scratched along the sensitive skin, already bruised by Rafe’s hands.

Barry tried hard to not just give in to his own needs – and Rafe's urging. His breathing got more strained as he felt Rafe's hard length between their bodies.

He spit on his own fingers and rubbed them between Rafe's ass cheeks. His fingertip was greeted with a whimper – and teeth digging into his shoulder as he slowly pushed inside, carefully trying to stretch the tight ring. More spit and he pushed deeper. Rafe's legs wrapped around him and his fingernails dug into his back. The boy whined as Barry curled his finger inside him.

Barry gasped as he felt his own cock aching with jealousy.

Rafe felt so incredibly soft inside, smooth like silk. And was so tight that it was hard to push his finger deeper. But the sounds Rafe made were everything. Barry felt that whimpering tighten his own balls.

He exhaled, held Rafe closer to his body, feeling his rapid heartbeat, hearing his whining words that made no sense at all.

Originally, Barry just meant to prepare him, so he could fuck Rafe thoroughly, but the boy's reactions to being fucked by just one finger drove him outright crazy.

There he was, Rafe Cameron, sitting on his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him, shaking, whining, whimpering and trembling as he got fucked by a finger. The angry crazy boy who tried to kill him moments ago, always so commanding and trying to dominate, became a whimpering mess as the tip of Barry's finger again and again hit that one sweet spot inside him, making his body convulse, making him moan and roll his eyes back as he let his head drop back and come completely undone, spilling ropes of hot cum on his own and Barry's stomach.

All tension gone, Rafe had gone limp in Barry's arms. His cheek pressed against the other's shoulder, he breathed in and out through his mouth.

Barry caressed his head, then stopped himself when he realized what he was doing.

And it seemed it was the same moment that Rafe came down from his high and was forced back into the harsh reality.

“Fuck you! This wasn't what I wanted!” Some of his anger seemed to have returned already when he was still shaking. He shoved at Barry's chest and climbed off him.

His legs trembling when he kneeled and collected his clothes, apparently wanting to leave.

Barry growled. Sometimes he wondered why he even put up with this crazy son of a bitch.

Rafe had turned his back towards Barry, kneeling as he put on his shirt, his back covered in a film of sweat. His perky ass right in front of Barry. He could clearly see that glowing redness between those perfect white cheeks.

“Don't think we're done yet,” Barry growled into Rafe's ear, his arms wrapped around the boy, pressing his body flush against the boy's back, making him feel his neglected rock-hard cock urging against his ass.

Rafe didn't even manage to utter his angry protest as he was pushed forward on his fours. His breathing quickened and when Barry grabbed Rafe's cock, he felt it grow hard almost in an instant.

“So needy,” Barry chuckled.

He pushed Rafe's legs further apart as he positioned himself behind him. He saw the boy tremble with excitement as he ran his cock teasingly over his ass. He used some more spit and a lot of force, but he managed to push his thick cock into Rafe's tight ass, making the boy scream and then eliciting all those sweet sounds, those whimpers and whines and moans that drove him crazy.

At some point Rafe tried to move and meet Barry's thrusts, but he gave up soon, needing all his strength not to collapse as Barry fucked him, fucked him hard and ruthlessly, grabbed his hair and made his back arch, rearranged his guts and filled him so completely. Rafe clenched too hard, came too quickly, was too tight. And he was just perfect.

And Barry knew this was what Rafe really wanted. Being fucked into oblivion, being fucked so good that he even forgot his own name.

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fatecantstopme · 1 year

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Don't Take The Girl

Pairing: Luke Alvez x wife!reader

Summary: While on a case with the team, you end up on the wrong side of a gun and Luke has to save you. Ends with fluff and smut.

Warnings: Weapons, mentions of death, angsty AF. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V). Cursing. Use of pet names.

You never expected to be in this position. You'd been shot at more times than you'd care to remember, but you'd never experienced anything like this. You'd never been this truly terrified.

You could feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the back of your head and your heart was hammering in your chest. You didn't bother to beg for your life--you knew he wasn't thinking clearly anyway.

You entered the police station, the man behind you, the gun firmly in place. The first face you saw was your husband's and you said his name softly, but loudly enough to catch his attention.

Luke turned to look at you, taking in the look on your face. He saw the fear before what was happening behind you registered in his mind. "Isabelle?" he said as he stepped forward.

"Don't move," the man behind you snapped.

Luke immediately held his hands up, gaining the attention of everyone else in the station, including the members of your team that were standing near him.

"Just take it easy," Luke said calmly. "Let's talk this through."

"I want the man who killed my son."

"Mr. Carter, you know this isn't the way to get justice for Ryan," Emily said gently.

"I'll only deal with one of you, so pick," Mr. Carter insisted.

Emily took a step back, allowing Luke to take control. It was his wife's life on the line after all.

"You can talk to me, Jim," Luke said gently, hands still raised in the air. "Can I call you Jim?"

Mr. Carter--Jim--nodded his head.

Luke took a tentative step forward. "I can't imagine what you must be going through."

Luke's eyes shifted to your face and his heart nearly broke. Your breathing was labored and shallow, eyes filled with unshed tears, lips quivering slightly. You were clearly terrified, yet you managed to retain your composure.

He'd never been this terrified in his life. His heart was close to beating right out of his chest and he fought the urge to run to you and pull you out of harm's way. He'd been to war, he'd been blown up, shot, held hostage...but nothing could compare to the terror he felt in this moment.

"But hurting (Y/N) isn't going to bring back your son," Luke continued.

"I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to hurt any of you. I just want the man who killed Ryan," Jim said firmly.

"You know I can't give him to you," Luke countered softly.

Jim cocked the gun and you inhaled sharply. You didn't wanna die, and you definitely didn't want Luke to watch you die, but there was nothing you could do.

"I will shoot her," Jim shouted.

Luke took an instinctive step forward, terror evident in his handsome features. "Please," he begged. "You don't wanna hurt her."

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

"Bring him to me and I won't."

"I can't," Luke said softly. "But I can promise you that we'll do everything we can to ensure he pays for what he did to your son and the other victims."

"You can't promise me that," he yelled. "My only child is dead! I want revenge!"

His yelling only served to make you more afraid. You could tell he was starting to unravel, which meant your death was becoming more likely and more imminent.

"I know you do," Luke insisted. "I get it, I really do, but revenge won't make you feel better. It won't bring him back."

Tears welled in Jim's eyes. "He was all I had," he whispered.

"I'm so sorry, Jim," Luke murmured as he took another step towards you. Three more steps and he'd be within arm's reach. "If you put the gun down, we can talk--"

"No! I don't wanna talk!"

You let out a soft whimper as the gun pressed more firmly into your skull.

"(Y/N/N)," Luke whispered, a tone of desperation in his voice.

"I'm okay," you whispered back.

Despite his hazy state of mind, Jim seemed to notice the tension between you and Luke. "What is she to you?" he asked Luke.

"My life," he answered honestly. "My wife, my family, my everything."

Tears began to flow down your face at his words. He loved you more than anything in the world and you loved him just as much. The mere thought of losing you was enough to break him.

'I love you,' you mouthed to Luke.

Tears welled up in his own dark eyes as he nodded at you. "I love her more than life itself," he said softly.

Luke's words seemed to get through to Jim, softening his demeanor and bringing him back to reality. He slowly lowered the gun and released you from his hold. The moment you were free, you ran to Luke at the same moment he ran towards you.

Emily and JJ rushed forward to take the gun from Jim, rendering everyone safe. Jim repeated "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," over and over as Emily led him to an interview room.

Luke's arms were wrapped around you so tightly you could hardly breathe. When Jim, Emily, and JJ left the room, Luke pulled away from you to take in your appearance.

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered as he touched your face and neck.

"I'm alright, Luke," you whispered back. "Thanks to you."

"I didn't do anything. Just spoke the truth."

You leaned into his chest as he wrapped you into a hug. "And that's what saved me."

He kissed the top of your head as he held you. He was almost too afraid to let you go--as if you'd disappear if he stopped holding you. "I thought I was gonna lose you," he said so softly you weren't sure you were meant to hear it.

"I'm harder to get rid of than that," you mumbled into his chest.

He laughed lightly, the sound warming your soul. "Thank God for that."

You pulled away from him to look at his face. "I was a little worried too, honestly."

He nodded. "I know, baby. I know," he sighed. "I love you so much, you know."

You smiled at him. "More than life itself, apparently."

He blushed. "I meant it."

"I know--and I love you just as much."

He kissed you softly, a kiss you returned gladly. The feel of his arms around you grounded you in a way you didn't even realize you needed.

"Come on," you said as you pulled away from him. "We need to go talk to him."

Luke's eyes widened. "I'm not letting you go in there."

You raised an eyebrow as you regarded him. "It was my life on the line, Luke, not yours. And I understand why he did what he did. He's just a broken-hearted father looking for justice. Besides, he didn't hurt me and he's certainly not going to hurt me now."

He sighed. "Fine, just--just stay on the other side of the table from him, please?"

You agreed and followed your husband into the interview room.

**********

When you got back to the hotel, you were exhausted. It had been a very eventful day. You had opted to not press charges against Jim Carter...you understood what he was feeling and you didn't want to make things worse for him.

Luke disagreed of course, but he didn't fight with you as much as you'd thought he would. He was just glad you were alive.

Luke pulled you into him the moment the hotel door was closed. He kissed you so passionately that the breath left your body. After what felt like an eternity, he finally separated from you, both of you completely breathless.

"I've never been so scared in my life," he whispered.

"Me neither," you said honestly.

He kissed you again. "I don't wanna let you go."

You practically melted into his touch. "Then don't."

Luke's fingers intertwined in your hair as he pulled you even farther into him. He couldn't stop holding onto you and you didn't want him to. The way he held you spoke volumes about how he was feeling and how much you meant to him.

Luke wasted no time ridding you of your clothes and his own. Either his hands or his lips were attached to your body every single moment.

He gently pushed you back against the bed, letting you collapse on top of it. He crawled on top of you, touching every single inch of your bare skin.

"Luke," you whined. "Please, baby--I need you."

Your soft voice spoke to his soul. He needed you as badly as you needed him. "I've got you, my love."

Normally, he'd want to take his time with you--make sure you were ready for him, but neither of you wanted to wait. Today had been too much for both of you and all you wanted was to feel him--all of him.

You were already soaked, his soft lips and firm hands enough to get you where you needed to be. He gripped your hips as he slowly slid inside of you, eliciting a gasp and a moan from deep in your throat.

"Luke..." you moaned softly. "Feels so good."

"I know, baby. So tight--so good for me."

You clung to him as he moved, moans dancing between the two of you. He couldn't stop himself from whispering sweet words to you. He needed to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

"You're so amazing, sweets. I love every part of you," he murmured.

His words brought you closer to the edge as each thrust brought you immense pleasure. Words had escaped you, only able to moan and whisper his name as he moved inside of you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he kissed your neck. "My beautiful girl. I never wanna let you go."

"Please..." you whimpered.

Luke knew exactly what you needed. He slid a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. He gently rubbed circles around it, bringing you even closer to orgasm.

"I know you're close, baby. I wanna feel you. Can you cum for me, sweet girl?"

You gasped in pleasure as he pushed you right over the edge. "Luke!" you cried out, pleasure overwhelming you as you exploded around him.

"(Y/N)," he groaned loudly. "Baby--I'm gonna--" His voice broke off as he came, filling you with his seed.

He helped you ride out your high before collapsing on top of you, lips pressing to every inch of skin within reach. "I love you, baby. So damn much."

"I love you too, my love," you said softly, placing a kiss to the top of his head. "You're my world."

After a few minutes, Luke was able to roll off of you and make it to the bathroom. He grabbed a hot, wet washcloth and began to clean you up. He kissed you sweetly as often as he could and mumbled sweet nothings as he cleaned you.

Once he deemed you clean enough, he crawled back into the bed beside you and pulled you into his chest.

You settled in against him, feeling so warm and content in his arms. "Don't let go," you whispered.

"Never," he whispered back, pressing kisses into your skin.

You'd never felt more blessed in your life than you did in this moment. Laying here in the arms of the love of your life...you were so thankful to be alive. Thankful to be with Luke--thankful for Luke. You'd never felt so loved either. He was your world and you were his. He would have traded places with you in a heartbeat, would have given his life for yours without thought.

All that mattered to him was that the two of you were here in this moment--that you were wrapped in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. He was still shaken from the events of that afternoon, but he was so happy--so content--just to be with you.

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geeky-politics-46 · 5 months

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Naughty Or Nice?

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen gets into the holiday mood & you give him his present early

Warnings: Naughty but not really smut, language, lingerie, Stephen being adorable, suggestions of Christmas roleplay

Not necessarily my favorite work, but I wanted to do something festive. If you like what I've done here, leave a comment & maybe I'll expand it to its full smutty potential.

Stephen had complex feelings towards most holidays, but especially Christmas. It was easier when he worked at the hospital. He could keep himself busy and keep his thoughts away from the lack of family and friends in his life.

Then, after the accident and becoming a sorcerer, he found it hard to ignore the holes in his life that became bigger around this time of year. He had acquaintances. He even had a few actual friends now, despite what he would tell Wong, but they pretty much all had their own families they would celebrate with. So Stephen had still found himself alone.

He had developed a reputation of being a bit of a Grinch, to be honest.

Until this year, anyway. Suddenly, now everything felt different. He had family. One major reason was you. He actually has someone to spend the holiday with. Someone that he loved and who loved him back. Even when his Grinch side would peek out.

This year he had you and his entire outlook on the holiday felt different. America also added to the feeling of having a real family to celebrate with. Sometimes he liked to imagine that America really was your daughter. Although he would never admit it out loud.

So when you recruited Wong and America to help decorate the Sanctum's Christmas tree, Stephen was actually really bummed he had work to finish. He actually really wanted to be a part of the holiday fun this time.

It took longer than he had hoped to complete all the papers and reports that the Avengers insisted he complete to keep them updated on any magical incidents or missions he had joined them on. By the time he started down the grand staircase, he was sad to hear only the faintest sounds coming from where you had been working on the tree. He had missed it.

As he rounded the corner into the room he saw the tree glittering, beautifully adorned with a variety of colorful ornaments. You were busy rearranging various branches and making sure the spacing of the sparkling baubles was correct. Stephen couldn't help but smile and chuckle at your perfectionism. It was one of the things about you he found utterly adorable.

America and Wong were both peacefully fast asleep on the sofa. Whatever Christmas movie they had put on was still playing. America was burrowed under a blanket with her head on Wong's shoulder. You carefully picked up the box with the remaining ornaments from next to Wong, where he had been unwrapping them. Smiling softly at your two helpers who were out cold.

You could easily finish the remainder by yourself. Plus, they were too cute to disturb. So you turned off the lamp on the side table before heading back over to the tree. The soft glimmering lights of the tree and the flicker from the television was plenty of light to work with.

You were completely absorbed in placing the last few ornaments when you felt a presence sneak up behind you. A soft smile finding its way to your lips as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You fought the urge to giggle when Stephen nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and tickled you with his goatee.

He softly purred as he inhaled the scent of your skin and left a soft, sweet kiss just below your ear.

“You know, as pretty as the tree looks, it pales in comparison to you, darling.”

He kept his voice low so he wouldn't disturb your tired elves on the sofa. You could also tell from the little bit of gravel in his voice and the way he was holding you so firm against him that he was feeling a little frisky.

“Thank you Stephen, but if you are worried about not getting any presents then I should tell you there's already a special one upstairs in our bedroom that you're getting whether you have been naughty or nice.”

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your abdomen and nuzzled into your neck even further. You could feel how wide his grin was now, and you could practically see the dirty thoughts starting to swirl in his mind.

“Is that so? Is the present better if I'm nice? Or if I'm naughty?”

You slowly moved to turn yourself around in his arms. Letting your fingers drift from his chest up to play with the bottom of his hair. Your eyes sparkling as they found Stephen's bright blue ones.

“Well since I'm all finished here, and I don't think those two are waking up anytime soon, why don't we go find out?”

Without another word, you took him by the hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Pushing him to sit down on the bench at the foot of the large bed and leaving a passionate kiss on his lips before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. Peaking your head out and winking at your lover, telling him to get comfy while you prepared his present.

He took the opportunity to light the fireplace with just the flick of his fingers and a few tendrils of his golden magic. Deciding to light the candles on the mantle, too. He enjoyed making things a little bit extra romantic when he could. A sly smirk coming to his lips as he had a sudden idea.

Turning to face the bed, he quickly used his magic to create a small bundle of mistletoe hanging from the center of the headboard. Perfect. Pleased with his work, he reclined on the bed, making sure he had positioned himself directly under the mistletoe, and tried his best to wait patiently for you to reappear with his present. A present that he had a sneaking suspicion was you.

Without fail, just as he was starting to get impatient, the bathroom door opened. Out you stepped dressed in nothing but sexy Christmas themed lingerie and bright red heels. A red babydoll that tied in the front with white marabou fluff around the edges and a matching red g-string.

You knew it was a little silly, but as you sashayed over to where Stephen sat with a mesmerized look on his face, you knew it was well worth the purchase. You carefully climbed up on the bed to straddle his lap, looping your arms around his neck and leaving several teasing kisses on his lips.

“So Stephen, have you been naughty or nice this year?”

He gripped the cheeks of your ass tight and pulled you down harder into his lap. Grinding you into him. Letting you feel his erection growing beneath your cunt.

“Oh I've been very naughty, sweetheart. Very naughty. What luck that I happen to find myself underneath some mistletoe with an incredibly sexy half-naked woman in my lap.”

He suddenly moved to roll both of you over and positioned himself on top of you and between your legs.

“Good thing there are lots of places on you that I want to kiss.”

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atrwriting · 10 months

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the bee, the the bird, the bear -- uncle!carmy x babysitter!you

as always, warnings: major character death, past child neglect and abuse situations, swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, and eventual smut

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“mallory... what’s your favorite color?” you asked the young girl next to you, lightly gripping her hand.

“pink,” the young girl said, keeping her eyes straight ahead at the aisle before her.

you stared down at her and fought back the urge to sigh. you tried not to hold it against her, but mallory berzatto was a tough cookie to crack. in the few days she had been around, barely anyone reported on her asking for anything she needed or wanted. you knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was growing difficult to continue to remind yourself of that. you didn’t have any experience in how to console a child as they’re experiencing grief, and you weren’t exactly sure how to do that in a target.

“i love pink,” you stated. “maybe when you get older, i’ll show you my favorite pink makeup.”

the girl only nodded. you glanced back down at her… almost wishing you hadn't. you didn't know if it was because it was the sight you were most worried for, but looking down at that girl made your heart hurt. all you saw in her eyes was vacant space. dark, blank, vacant space. it was like ghosts casted a haze over her brown irises… and you had no idea what to do. toxic positivity? offer to get her ice cream? you knew you shouldn't push as you couldn’t exactly blame her.

so you brought out the big guns.

“so, mallory…” you began. “do you like... starbucks?”

mallory’s head immediately turned on a swivel up towards your face, where you stood a foot or two above her. a small twinkle appeared in her eye, and you knew you couldn’t let it pass.

“have you heard of…” you began, wiggling your eyebrows. “a pink drink?”

——————

a little while after you had gotten home from target, mallory said she was feeling sleepy. she left you to go fall asleep on the couch in the living room. your next task was to do up her new room.

carmy had made sure to deliver a bed for his niece before you arrived. a quick vacuum and washing of the walls had been done before you were hired. you sighed, satisfied, before pulling out your phone.

you: i hope you don’t mind… but i bought pink wallpaper.

carmy: she like pink?

you: her favorite color

carmy: that’s fine then.

that was all you needed before you set right to work.

it took much longer than expected to perfectly set up the light pink wallpaper — but once it was finished, you immediately started on your other tasks. you found white bed sheets and a comforter with pastel floral designs that complimented the color of the walls. it was soft and airy and you hoped it would make the young girl feel better in her new home. it would be some time before carmen would be able to get furniture, so you bought a few of those cubicles with cute cloth drawers. they were trendy at the moment, but above all else: they were sturdy, cheap, and easy to put together.

you started folding the young girl’s clothes; tops, pants, dresses, skirts — the works. you weren’t sure of the girl’s situation before her mother had passed away… but the girl did not have many belongings after her mother passed. you were tasked with restocking the girl’s bedroom, including wardrobe, and that you did.

….while adding one princess costume. she said she liked tianna. so you bought it as a surprise.

he could take it out of your pay — if he really gave that much of a shit.

you had stacked a few books that you had grabbed from your younger years that your family had been saving — the books deserved more than just collecting dust. they deserved to be used by a young girl like mallory.

you grabbed what else you could, too — extra sheets, extra clothes, and a winter jacket on the smaller side that your mother had vacuumed sealed many years ago. winter wasn’t for another few months, but you didn’t want to see her without any of the things she needed.

it was growing late, but not close to the time that carmy usually came back to the apartment. mallory had slept through dinner — so for when she woke up, you made sure to prepare her one of your favorites from when you were a little girl: pastina. sure, it was good — but it was also quick, cheap, and easy to make.

you spied the little girl’s awakening state from peaking around the kitchen threshold.

“hungry?” you asked, trying to appear cheery.

“not really,” she whispered.

you clenched your teeth, not really knowing what to do. you didn’t want to force her… but she barely ate anything at breakfast, and hadn’t eaten anything at lunch. “what if… you tried to eat as much as you could, and then i could show you your new room?”

she tilted her head in curiosity. “my… room?”

you nodded, smiling.

“i shared one with my mommy before.”

you swallowed hard. you didn’t know what to say — so you pretended she didn’t say it. shitty, sure, but what else could you do? instead, you responded, “i hope you like the color of your room.”

her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “what color!?”

you grinned, stirring the pot. “i’ll tell you after dinner! you think you want to try?”

she hesitated for a second, appearing yo consider her options. you raised your eyebrows at her, hoping to influence her in the right direction.

“okay,” she stated. “it better be pink!”

——————

carmen came home a few hours later. you were on the couch, flipping through one of your textbooks, when you heard the lock click and a man’s voice sigh and enter the apartment.

“hey,” he called, setting bags down on the counter.

“hey,” you responded. “i made mallory some pastina earlier — i made extra in case you wanted some.”

“thanks,” he responded, heading into the kitchen. “how was she today?”

“she was good.” you smiled. “seemed a little sad… but i think her new room made her feel better.”

“you already put it together?” he asked. carmen was spooning the leftover pastina you had made into a bowl for himself. the thought made you smile — an award winning chef eating your, in comparison, lame food.

you nodded. “yeah, shit, sorry — should’ve asked you before. i just figured because you were busy — that it would, um... it would help you out.”

he nodded, averting his eyes to the ground. he placed his hands on his hips as he considered your words. “no, yeah, yeah — you’re right.”

you shrugged, stuffing your books in your bag. “at least now you have time to do — other things with here. bonding, and stuff.”

he laughed slightly at that. “that… is proving to be difficult.”

you nodded. “movies are a good start. disney plus.”

he threw up a few lazy pointer fingers, quite literally pointing out that you had a good idea. “yeah, yeah, right… actually… would you mind setting that account up tomorrow for me? i’ll leave you the credit card.”

you nodded, and laughed a bit. “that’ll make her really happy. can i… be intrusive, for a second?”

he didn’t even get it a second thought as he shoveled food into his mouth. “shoot.”

“i know that you’ve got a lot on your plate,” you began, swallowing. “did you have a chance yet to… look into doctors, or dentists for her?”

his jaw tightened. “the social worker left a brochure, but, um — no, i haven’t.”

you nodded. “if you want… i could call around tomorrow. i know you’re busy.”

“fuck,” he groaned, his eyes averting aimlessly towards the countertop. his tongue poked out through his lips, and slid over the cracked skin as he appeared to be consumed by his worries. “i have to put her on my insurance.”

you swallowed again. “…leave me that number, too?… or, if that’s too invasive, uh—“

“no,” he interrupted, staring at you. he shook his head thoughtfully, as if to silently dismiss you worry. “that would actually be… really helpful. thank you.”

you shook off the praise, not wanting a blush to rise to your cheeks. “she’s super sweet. i just — want to help her is all. can i ask… what happened, to her mom?”

“drug overdose,” he answered plainly, nodding almost.

your eyebrows rose as your mouth fell slightly agape. that poor, fucking girl. you fidgeted with your fingers before you spoke once more. “she said that… she used to share a bedroom with her mom today. it’s not my business, but — i figured — you should know —“

“her mom stayed at the places she would score from,” he responded.

your jaw dropped. you couldn’t stop the words as they tumbled out: “that poor baby girl.”

he nodded then, placing his hands on his hips. you hadn’t known him for long, but it seemed like he did that when he was uncomfortable and/or didn’t know what to do. you figured he was also probably tired, and wanted to eat in peace, so you began packing your things to head out.

“hey, uh... carm?” you called, almost at the door.

“yeah?” he answered from the kitchen, as he unloaded the dishwasher.

“she’s lucky to have you.” you smiled at him as he was completely frozen in place, staring back at you. you closed the door behind you and left for home.

carmen didn’t know what to do with your words. he hasn’t really considered that, frankly, the girl, his niece, was lucky to be out of the situation she was — even if the berzatto family was a bunch of fuck ups who didn’t know how to control their emotions. carmen didn’t like to keep thinking about it, though — it had been hard to think about his niece, because then he usually thought of mikey — and that was too painful.

building the bear was… almost like closure. closing a chapter, but being able to look back at it fondly. however, when he was first introduced to his niece, who was the spitting image of his late brother… all of those thoughts crept back into him then.

staring at the little girl, mallory, was like the bear had never happened. the beef was still in existence; a flaming pile of shit, kicking and screaming. order was gone through the window, as was carmy’s small shred of sanity he had worked so hard to build and hold onto.

but she had smiled up at him, the first day they met — and he almost bawled his eyes out like a baby. a pathetic, fucking baby.

much like he had learned from construction of the bear, feeling collected and confident — bare minimum feeling okay — took time. a lot of time, money, and effort — but also time, and carmy could do time. he was barely at thirty, and some days he felt like he had no time — but he would make time. for mikey’s daughter — his niece, mallory.

he walked into mallory’s room after he had finished unloading the dishwasher. mallory insisted on keeping the door open with a super bright night light as she slept — so he only felt kind of bad walking into her room as she slept. he peeked around and his eyes widened.

it was like he had hired barbie instead of the girl next door studying for a law degree. the wallpaper was set perfect, faux dressers — he really had to get real ones, but that could wait — were set up and filled with clothes, there were books, toys, and it was decorated very nicely.

you had spoiled mallory.

you had spoiled mallory where carmy couldn’t find the time.

you had said before you had left that mallory was lucky to have him… but all carmy could think about, staring at his niece, sleeping peacefully despite all she had been through, surrounded by items and colors that looked like it was out of a magazine, was how lucky he was to have you to come into his life.

carmy was lucky to have you, and he would prove to his niece that he was lucky to have her around, too.

#carmy berzatto #carmy smut #carmy #carmen #carmen berzatto #carmy au #carmy fic #carmy fluff #sugar #richie #sydney #the bear

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jesterwriting · 7 months

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pairing: crocodile x reader

contains: smut, fingering, slight smoking kink, marking, crocodile puts out his cigars on you at your request, soft crocodile, use of good boy

word count: 1.1k words

“Is this really what you want?”

Crocodile towered over you and you fought the urge to shiver under his intense stare. A part of you always wondered if the coat he always wore made him look bigger than he was. Now that you were at his mercy, his coat hung over the back of a plush armchair ten paces to the right of the bed, you were under no illusions that that was true. Sir Crocodile was a naturally imposing man. His hook, his scar, his cold eyes and large hand that could easily fit around your throat, all of it was a part of the terrifying man in front of you. And you loved every bit of him for it.

Crocodile tapped your cheek, breaking you from your reverie. His rings were hard against your skin. Tonight would be the first time Crocodile would see you naked, and after what you had planned, you knew it wouldn’t be the last. This would be special. You would make sure of it.

You met his eyes and smiled. His gaze softened at that as his thumb rubbed gentle circles against your skin. “Yes. I want this. I’ve wanted this for a long time. Are you okay with it?”

Crocodile leaned down until his lips brushed against the side of your head. He kissed the shell of your ear before he whispered, “Why would I need to mark you when you’re already mine?”

“Words can be broken, scars are forever,” You replied as you traced his collarbone with the tips of your fingers.

Crocodile hummed, neither agreeing or disagreeing, only acknowledging that you spoke. “I can’t say I don’t find the idea attractive.”

With one last questioning glance in your direction, he sat on the bed and raised his cigar to his lips. With a flick of his lighter it was lit, cherry burning bright in the dim bedroom. You watched him take a deep inhale before he exhaled the smoke directly into your face. You greedily inhaled the scent, relishing in the idea of what was once inside him was inside you now.

“Strip,” He commanded, gaze heavy.

You grinned and pulled your shirt over your head. Excitement made you giddy, so focused on the idea of Crocodile marking you that you hardly had time to feel nervous about getting naked in front of him in the first place. Shuffling out of your pants, you laid yourself bare in front of him. Crocodile eyed you hungrily, devouring you with a single look. A flush burned your skin as you smiled nervously up at him, fighting the instinct to cover yourself.

“Do I look okay?”

Crocodile ran his hook along your jaw then down your chest where he let it rest on your thigh. The metal was cold and you shivered against it.

“Beautiful,” He murmured. Crocodile watched your eyes settle on his cigar with barely concealed desire. He raised an eyebrow, smirking down at you. “You’ll look even better once I’m through with you.”

You let out a sigh as Crocodile ran his hand down your chest and along your stomach. With his hook on one leg, his hand on the other, he pushed your thighs apart revealing your already wet sex. He chuckled as he ran a finger through your folds.

“So wet already. You must really want this.”

“I do,” You said, breathless.

After a final drag, Crocodile took his cigar from his lips and hovered it over your thigh. The heat from the close proximity made goosebumps erupt across your body. You shivered in anticipation. Without warning, he ground the cherry into the soft skin of your inner thigh. You gasped, back arching as white hot pleasure lanced straight to your core.

“Fuck!”

After three seconds, Crocodile lifted the cigar from your leg leaving a bright red wound. He brushed his thumb against it and you let out a yelp.

“You want more?” Crocodile was flushed and breathing heavily. You glanced down to see a noticeable bulge in his pants, much larger than you anticipated. It only served to make you wetter. You slid your fingers along the hem of his pants and towards his waistband, only for Crocodile to grab your wrist. His thumb traced a circle on your pulse point. “No, this is about you.”

You nodded, eyes half-lidded as you stared at the burnt out cigar dangling between his fingers. “Please.”

Crocodile ran his index finger against your burn, pressing slightly into it. A strangled moan tore from your throat as you writhed. “Please what?”

“Please, sir.”

“Good boy.”

You let out a sharp intake of breath when you heard the lighter click. The spiced scent of Crocodile’s cigar clouded your senses as a burst of pain erupted on your other thigh. You arched your back, pressing harder into the cigar with a cry. Your cunt pulsed hungrily, clenching on nothing as Crocodile removed the cigar and took a drag from it, filling the room with smoke. It was humiliating, but you could cum from this alone.

“Thank you, thank you.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as your fingers dipped between your thighs to find your clit.

Crocodile watched your desperation with amusement, languidly stroking himself through his pants. He chuckled. “You’re really thanking me for this?” With a grin, he traced a line on your chest with his finger, from under your nipple to above your belly button. “Let’s make this one a bit bigger.”

This time, when he pressed the cherry to your skin, Crocodile didn’t leave it in one place. Instead, he dragged it down the expanse of your chest, following the line he traced earlier as your clit throbbed against your palm. The pain was almost unbearable, deliciously mixing with pleasure until all you could do was babble and cry as you pistoned your fingers into your pussy. You were so close, but it wasn’t enough. With the cigar snuffed out, Crocodile replaced your hand with his own, fingers curling deep in your cunt. When he settled his cold hook against the still livid wound on your chest, you came with a scream. Stars erupted behind your eyes and your whole body tensed as you rode out your orgasm with high, keening whines.

With a heaving chest, you came down from your high. Crocodile stared down at you in barely concealed adoration, admiring his handiwork almost as much as you. You traced your new scars. This was it, physical proof of who you belonged to. A collar you could take off, a scar you would never be free of unless you carved the wounds off your body. Either way, you’d be mutilated and Crocodile would be the cause.

You let out a sigh as burn cream cooled your wounds, flopping back against the bed. Crocodile kissed the wound on your left thigh before rubbing cream into your skin, taking care of you exactly how he always did.

With reverence.

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Jealousy

Pairing: Aaron HotchnerX Fem!Reader Warnings: Smut, Public sex, Jealous Hotch, an audience, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie Word count: 1123

(Your p.o.v)

I was standing in the conference room of a police station somewhere in Nebraska with Emily as we put together the victim board. I walked over to the table in the room bending over reaching across the table to grab more pictures when all of the sudden I felt a hand on my ass. I knew it wasn’t my husband because he’s with Spencer checking out the dump site of the first victim. I turned and saw one of the officers who we are here to help smirking at me. I glare at him and say, “Woah what the fuck is wrong with you?” He chuckled and said, “Oh come on don’t pretend you don’t want this. If you didn’t want your pants wouldn’t be this tight to show off your beautiful round ass. I scoffed and glared at him showing him my left hand, “First off I’m married so no I don’t want that. Second off, the clothing I’m wearing is not an invitation for men like you to touch my ass. Lastly, even if I wasn’t married I would never give you a chance.” He smirked and put his hands on my hips and said, “Oh come on baby what your husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Plus if you spend one night with me and you would forget all about him.” He pushed himself and I gasped as I fought the urge to physically gag. I looked at Emily who looked like she was trying not to laugh as she nodded. I smile knowing why she’s nodding as I turn back to the guy grabbing his hands from my waist, spinning him around and slamming him face down against the table as I pinned his hands behind his back, “I love my husband very much and I would never cheat on him. Especially not with a man like you who has to push himself onto women because you probably have a very tiny dick that no woman would want to touch. If you touch me again I will arrest you for harassment of a federal agent.”

I heard a throat clear and looked up seeing my husband Aaron standing with Spencer. I smiled and blew some air out of my face as Aaron said, “What is happening here?” I looked at him and said, “Well this guy touched my ass then when I told him not to because I’m married he said what my husband doesn’t know can’t hurt him and that one night with him would make me forget all about my husband.” I let go of the guy and walked over to Aaron wrapping my arms around his neck as I stood on my tip toes to give him a kiss. I pulled away from Aaron after a few seconds turning around in his arms to look at the guy, “Meet my husband Aaron.” The officer's face paled as he quickly tried to mumble out an apology. I didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying because Aaron’s grip tightened on my hips and he pulled me back against him more. I could feel the jealousy exuding off of him and I knew that if the officer stayed any longer he would fuck me right in front of him. Which I would not object to because I love when he fucks me in front of people he’s jealous of. The officer was still trying to make an excuse when all the sudden the door slammed shut and Aaron’s hands were on the buttons of my jeans. He slowly unbuttoned them as he made eye contact with the officer. The officer’s eyes widened and Aaron said, “You know my girls a slut for getting getting fucked in public. Especially in front of the people I’m jealous of to show them she’s mine. Now you will get to be one of those lucky people.” The officer looked around at Emily and Spencer who were now standing in the corner of the room smirking. This is not the first time Hotch will be fucking me in front of the team. Actually we quite often have team orgies at Rossi's house whenever we have the time. Plus Spencer and Emily are dating. When Aaron got my pants unbuttoned he roughly pulled them down and because I wasn’t wearing any panties my bottom half is now completely exposed.

I placed my hands on the table and bit my lip as Aaron slowly rubbed my clit. I moaned quietly when he rubbed my clit faster and smiled when I heard his pants unzipping. I bit my lip as I felt the tip of his cock rub against my clit before he slowly pushed into me. I moaned and said, “Oh baby that feels so good.” He gripped my hips tightly as he thrusted into me roughly and said, “I know it does princess. Just be quiet and enjoy it.” I nodded and his thrusts started to get rougher. I bite my lip so I would stay quiet as I looked over at Emily and Spencer who were now making out. In the corner of the room. He started to pound me faster and I quickly covered my mouth to keep from moaning to loudly. I heard the door behind us open and looked back seein JJ, Derek and Rossi walk into the room. JJ smiled and said, “Ooh someone made Hotch jealous again.” JJ and Rossi moved to the corner of the room opposite Emily and Spencer as Derek stood in front of the door so no one else could come in.

I looked up at the officer and moaned quietly as Aaron thrusted faster as two of his fingers rubbed quick circles on my clit. I arched my back a little and said, “Shit I’m so close baby.” I heard him chuckle a little as his movements sped up. I moaned loudly and my pussy fluttered around him as I cum hard squirting all over his cock and the floor. He continued to pound into me until he pushed deep into my womb and came hard. I smiled and looked up at the officer as Aaron pulled out of me and I quickly pulled my pants up fixing them. Aaron smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss. I smiled and started to work again as the officer ran out of the room not even looking at anyone in the room as he ran. I heard Derek laugh and say, “I don’t think we will be seeing that guy again during this case. I giggled a little, but he was right I didn’t see that guy again in the whole two weeks we were on that case.

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