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centaurisolarflare · 1 year

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König NSFW Headcannons

It’s the quiet ones; it’s always the quiet ones. NSFW, obviously, minors DNI (SFW headcannons here). A lot of x reader babbling because I am down horrendous for this man. Again, this got incredibly out of hand, and I needed to just stop. Enjoy the filth, my loves.

- I wholeheartedly believe this man is amazing at foreplay. Maybe it’s inadvertent, but he wants to experience as much of you as he can for as long as he can. He loves just kissing you and feeling your body move against his, he wants the time to trace over every inch of you. He’s fascinated by the way your muscles and bones move under your skin and he loves mapping out any freckles/moles/marks/scars/etc you have.

- Treats sex like a skill, something he can hone, something he will make himself good at it for you. He catalogs your responses, memorizes your facial expressions, and takes careful note of how each touch affects you. He wants to be deliberate about how he makes you feel; he puts so much effort into learning how your body reacts to him until he’s an expert at taking you apart piece by piece.

- Praise this man. Do it. All the time. Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives on your words.

-- He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone. Make him stumble through the compliments and clench around him when he’s nearly got the words out properly; laugh when he cuts himself off with a gasp and moans and flexes his fingers into your skin, and make him say the praise again.

- Marks. He wants them and wants to give them. He wants dark bruises that are impossible for him to ignore with the way they ache every time he moves his neck. He wants bite marks everywhere and he wants scratches on his back and arms. He doesn’t mind if you make him bleed with your nails or teeth; he wants to keep the stinging feeling for as long as possible. Definitely the type to press his fingers hard against his bruises to feel them hurt and to make them stay longer. When they eventually do fade, he wants you to give him new ones immediately. If you want marks too, he’ll go just as feral on you.

-- Can’t think straight when you unabashedly show off the marks he gave you. Because he knew he was doing then, he knew there’d be marks when he was sucking and biting at your skin again and again. He knew there’d be bruises where he held onto you a little too hard. But you’d moaned so sweet and told him to keep going, to cover you, and how could he have refused? Now, in the light of day, in public, with people around, he can’t help but flinch at the openness you share them with the world. Because people see. Fuck, people stare at the patchwork of mottled bruises and aggravated blood vessels on your neck, your chest, your collar bones. At the line of dark hickeys stretching from just below your ear, down the beautiful line of your throat, across your chest to where they disappear under your shirt. At the clear shape of his fingertips bruised into your hip when your shirt rides up as you reach for something – something you didn’t even have to reach for because he’s right here and the size of a fucking mountain. You just grin and wink when he puts a hand on your side and grabs the thing for you, and he goes beet red because that’s- that’s how you got that bruise in the first place, from his hand sprawled out against you, fingers gripping into your soft flesh, and his head is fuzzy with it as he snatches his hand back. And you go about your business cool as can be, as if you’re totally unaware of the people around and what you’re doing to him. You’re in a grocery store for fucks sake. It’s agonizing and he’s so conflicted because he’s so antsy about the attention, but he also just wants to mark you up even more. People see and they see you with him and they know. They know he did that to you; they know you let him do that to you. They know, and he feels half wild with it, a little drunk with how they know you’re his because you’re showing them you’re his.

-- He likes giving you hickeys even in non-sexual situations too – for example, if you’re sitting in his lap reading, he’s got his nose pressed against your neck and he’s mouthing at the side of your throat and across your shoulders, and you just end up with several bruises sucked into your skin. He just really likes doing it.

- Before being involved with you he actively tried to ignore his body. Being so tall and imposing served him well for his jobs in the military, and his muscles were a product of maintaining that use, but outside of work his build was just something that drew more unwanted attention to him. The first time you got his shirt off you took a stunned moment to step back and sweep your eyes over him, and he was immediately on edge. The nervous feeling, the anticipation of your disapproval, half dissipated when you locked your bright eyes on his with a sharp grin and yanked him down into a hungry kiss.

-- The first time you saw his cock he would have laughed – if he weren’t so nervous – at the wide-eyed, parted-lips look you gave him. He jumped in surprise when you took him in your hand and groaned at the feel of him. He timidly asked if you were alright and nearly laughed again when you rushed out a breathless string of “König there’s no fucking way you think this is average, I’m going to kill you if you think this is normal, I’m literally going to sue if you’re unaware of how fucking big you are, fuck”. He didn’t respond verbally, but shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “how should I have known?” and does start smiling at your incredulous grumbling. Nothing had prepared him for the dark stab of heat through his gut when you looked your pretty eyes up at him and said, with all the earnest sincerity in the world, “You’re gonna split me in half, big boy; I’m gonna feel you for days.”

-- Now he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the visible bulge in your stomach when he’s all the way inside of you, watching it reappear each time he sinks into you – he pressed his palm flat down on it for the first time and nearly came right then and there when you choked out the most pathetic, keening noise he’s ever heard and scrabbled to grab at his biceps.

-- Fucks you against the wall, holding you up with his hands tight on your waist, sliding you down on his cock like you’re a fucking toy, listening to your punched out gasps each time he fills you.

-- He loves how he has to take his time getting even his fingers inside you.

-- Loves how he can easily hold both of your wrists in one hand and how large his hands look against your body

-- Loves when you’re on top and you settle into his lap, gasping for air because you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, panting against his neck about how big he is. When you push his shoulders down and splay your fingers out across his abdomen and bounce in his lap. When you make him hold his arms above his head – looking down at him as you take his cock again and again – telling him how good he is, how pretty he looks letting you use him, the stuttered “y-yes ma’am” he manages to choke out when you ask him point blank if he likes getting used like this, if he’d let you ride him until you’re satiated but he’s still hard and aching.

-- Fucked you in front of a mirror – both of you on your knees, you in front of him between his thighs, with one of his arms banded across your stomach, his hand covering your hip, and the other up around your throat with his forearm pressed against your chest – and, fuck, it nearly ruined him to see how his body dwarfed yours. He held you tight against his chest, occasionally ducking his head down to suck busies into your throat and shoulders, but he mostly made you keep your eyes on him through the mirror. Watched the way your breath hitched as he fucked into you, the way you wanted to crumple forwards when he snaked his hand down between your legs but the other hand around your throat kept you upright, murmuring against your ear about how beautiful you are and how you take him so well.

- All the above size kink shenanigans being said, he won’t fuck you until you’re ready for it. No matter how desperate you are, how much you beg him to just put his cock in you already, he won’t. Not until he’s worked you open with his fingers and tongue and he’s absolutely sure he won’t hurt you. He furrows his brows with this cute little frown when you beg him and promise you’ll be fine, like he can’t believe how desperate you are for his cock, and tells you how “no, you are not supposed to be this tight, it will not feel good for you, let me relax you, let me make you feel good”

-- And on that note, he loves you absolutely dripping for him. Slick and hot and already sensitive. He wants you close to crying for it by the time he pushes his cock into you.

- He will shove his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue as he fucks you.

- He fucking loves eating you out. Like to an obsessive degree. He’s gotten so damn good at it that it’s impossible to say no. Sometimes when his mind is too busy and too fast, he just wants to lick into you until all he can focus on is how you taste, your hands tugging at his hair, and the sweet noises you make for him. He’s gotten off so many times rutting against the sheets just from having his head between your thighs; the first time it happened he was so embarrassed, and you were just stunned and amazed that he came practically untouched from how much he enjoyed pleasuring you like that, you had to reassure him that you weren’t mad or disappointed and he got so sheepish when you explained exactly how hot it was.

-- This man wants you to sit on his face so fucking badly but he’s too shy to say anything. The moment you bring it up or ask him about it he is hauling you up his body, desperate to get his mouth on you. Doesn’t let you hover, he wraps his arms up around your legs, fingers digging into the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, and pulls you down until you settle your full weight on him. Eats like he’s fucking starved, cannot get enough of the taste of you. He’ll watch you the whole time he does it, starring up at you with such a blaze in his eyes that it’s honestly a little frightening, he’s so intense about it but he just doesn’t want to miss any of how beautifully your body shakes for him. You’re reminded of his sheer strength when he won’t let you up; he doesn’t even bother with words, he just makes a dissatisfied noise against you and seals you down with an iron grip. You’ll literally have to be crying from overstimulation and yanking at his hair to get him to take his fucking mouth off you.

- I think he’d prefer to give you oral but of course he loves when you suck him off, seeing you look up at him through your lashes and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Loves watching you struggle to take as much of him as you can.

-- When you first started giving him blowjobs, he had no idea what to do with his hands and even when you told him he could touch and even pull your hair he was so afraid of hurting you.

-- Holds your jaw/cheek and hair so gently, even when his hands are shaking and he’s fucking into your mouth. He’s downright ashamed of how much he likes it when you take him too far and gag, how he loves seeing the tears gather in your eyes when you try to take him in your throat.

-- Loves when you’re mean about it – jerking him off and sucking the head of his cock until he can’t stand it but not letting him cum, popping off him with a filthy wet noise, asking him what’s wrong as he gasps and bucks his hips because you’re rubbing your thumb over his slit and it feels so good but he thinks he’s going to die from it.

- Along that topic, he loves edging and love-hates overstimulation. I think he’s got fantastic stamina so you’ve either got to have him fuck you several times or edge him within an inch of his life. Loves that desperate feeling when you bring him so close to cumming only to back off, over and over again until everything is hazy and all he knows how to do is beg you to let him finish. When you don’t stop after he cums he gets this quick sharp realization that he’s absolutely screwed because it’s too much and now he’s begging you to stop, whimpering and twitching his hips but it’s too much and he’s got tears running down his face and you’re telling him he can cum again.

-- Overstimulates you all the time because, again, stamina, and because he just fundamentally can’t get enough of you. Loves when you’re shaking, clawing at him and sobbing with these little hiccup gasps, and can barely say anything except his name and “please”

- Okay, okay, I said about how he loves watching you put on makeup. So maybe, maybe, one day he’d let/ask you to put some on him. Just to see how it looks, how it feels to have on. He loves the look of concentration you fix on him the entire time, getting a little bashful when you hold his chin and appraise your work before grabbing something for the next step. When you’re done you sit with him as he looks in the mirror and he’s shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this curiosity, but it isn’t heavy, and he doesn’t look like a clown. He looks… pretty. You’ve made him look soft and delicate, like he deserves the shimmer you’ve put at the corners of his eyes and the faint color on his lips. It twists something equal parts visceral and shameful in his gut, but his cock certainty takes interest in the proceedings when you tell him how beautiful he looks and how he’d look even better with the lip-gloss smeared and the mascara running down his cheeks.

- Another thing I alluded to in my last sfw headcannons list: he’s cum in his pants before. That specific time I was talking about I think would be the first time he ever did it and he was fucking mortified. Like, would have run out of the room had you not been literally in his lap. He’s blushing so badly you can practically feel the heat coming off his face. He’s not even trying to talk; he’s just got his head tilted back with his hands pressed to his face. Mortified. He didn’t mean to. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. But you were so close to him, and you smelled so good, and you were kissing him – licking into his mouth like you wanted to consume him, biting at his lower lip, pulling the collar of his shirt aside so you could mouth and nip at his throat, barely giving him time to breathe. He was so hard it was nearly painful and all any of his senses could pick up on was you and he just. He just came in his fucking pants. And now he feels like he’s going to cry. But you’re speaking to him softly and nudging his hands away from his bright red face and you’re smiling at him. Once he calms down enough for you to convince him that you don’t think he’s pathetic he watches, transfixed, as you skim your fingers over the wet patch on his pants and he full-body shivers at the way you’re looking at him – all heat and predatory intent – and he’s still just trying to wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even after he made such a fool out of himself. It’s definitely not the last time it happens, given how much you like to wind him up, and he gets a little more comfortable with the whole thing as you repeatedly tell him how much you like seeing him lose it.

- While we’re talking about cumming, he loves to cum inside you. He buries himself as deep as possible, which is pretty fuckin’ deep, and stays pressed as close as he can the entire time he cums. Then he pulls out and holds your thighs apart with bruising strength and just watches you twitch as his cum leaks out of you. He fucking groans at the sight like you’ve pulled the sound out of his lungs. He’ll push it back into you with his fingers just to watch it leak out again.

- Tall man. Well-muscled man. Hmm. He absolutely does the Knee Thing. If you’re making out laying down and he’s half-kneeling, leaning over you with his weight braced on his forearms, he’ll absolutely be slotting his leg between yours, pressing his thigh firmly against you. The first time he does it instinctively, just by nature of being as big as he is and trying to balance above you but also be as close as possible. He’s amazed that you feel so strongly about such a simple action but when you start to buck your hips against his leg, he vows to always do it. Which means he later figures out he can shove his thigh up between your legs while he’s got you backed against a wall; and because he’s so tall he can force you to drop almost all of your weight on him, your toes barely touching the floor as you squirm.

- So, I also think he’d really like thigh-riding. He loves seeing you so desperate and grinding against him, too needy and impatient to do anything else. He loves how you whine and grab his shoulders and try to get the perfect friction. He’ll move you himself, guiding you with his hands gripping your hips. Loves how you react when he flexes the thick, corded muscle against you. Seeing you fall apart like this kind of makes him understand why you like seeing him cum in his pants.

- He is so incredibly careful with you. The very last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. I think one of his limits is he won’t hit/slap you in any form. Even if you’re into it, he can’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d be hurting you so it’s a go-no. He was shaky but vehement when he told you it was just something he couldn’t do.

- I also don’t think he be a fan of any sort of degradation – he wants to be praised and all he wants to do is praise you. He’d never call you any degrading names.

- Loves lazy morning sex and any instance where you two have time to be slow and he can just hold you and kiss you everywhere he can reach.

- He loves tying you up, loves the trust you place in him when you let him restrict your mobility. I think he’d really enjoy shibari (intricate rope bondage). He likes the artistic and technical aspect of the knots; it’s an almost therapeutic process to create different patterns and restraints across your body. He likes how relaxed and calm you get, pliant as he shifts you around, the dopey-eyed looks and lazy smiles and contented hums you give him. He loves the way the rope looks against your skin, and he loves the marks they leave after. He loves the intimacy of tying you up, the intensity of having you tied up, and the returning intimacy of untying you – he murmurs praise to you as he removes the rope, he presses kisses at each place he undoes a knot, rubbing your muscles and soothing the skin that has marks.

-- I don’t think he’d be particularly into bondage on himself. The most he’d do is a pair of soft leather cuffs, but if he’s ever been captured and tied up or cuffed by an enemy then he will absolutely not like bondage on him.

-- That being said, I think he absolutely fucking thrives with mental bondage. You tell him to keep his arms at his sides and he will not move them. You tell him to keep his wrists crossed above his head and that’s where they’ll stay until you tell him otherwise. You tell him not to move his hips, to keep his hands on the headboard, to keep his mouth open, you tell him anything and he will do it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t actually have the strength to physically hold him down. It doesn’t matter how needy and desperate he gets, how much he shakes and whines, it doesn’t even matter if he’s crying and begging. He’s disciplined and you told him not to move so he won’t move, not one single inch.

- Aftercare king when he’s the dominant one. At a minimum he makes sure you drink water, gets you your favorite snack, makes sure you communicate how you’re feeling, tells you how good you did and how much he enjoyed you, cleans you up, and will hold you for as long as you want. This man will do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.

-- When he needs aftercare, he’d particularly need lots of reassurance. He’s always worrying about whether or not he did well with regular sex so for more intense stuff he needs your soothing words even more. I think he’d really like to have you in his lap with his arms locked around your waist and his face buried in your neck, listening to your breathing or you humming, while you rub your hands up and down his back – the soft noise and the repetitive motion grounds him and he likes to be able to smell the lingering perfume and sweat-salt on your neck. He won’t talk right away but eventually you’ll get to verbally check in with him. No matter how long you stay with him he’s always going to be a little grumpy when you tell him you have to get up and get him hydrated and clean.

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greenandsorrow · 9 months

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"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; 18+, shameless smut, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, praise k!nk, size k!nk, virgin!ken, switch!reader, sub!ken, dom!ken, the plot doesn't connect with the movie, kinda slow burn, grammar mistakes

Part 1

"you're a doll, you are flawless"

~flawless, the neighborhood~

Y/n has finally graduated from high school. Not only that, but thanks to her hard work, she's been admitted to a prestigious university only two hours away from her parents' house.

Still, even though the distance between her childhood home and her new school is not that important, y/n is currently packing and will soon be moving into her new, small studio apartment.

It's late in the morning and she's going through her old toys, preserved in cardboard boxes at the back of her closet. Her y/h/c hair's on a bun and she's wearing sweatpants.

Earlier the same morning, with her mom's priceless help, she had managed to go through her desk, bookshelf and drawers, organising, packing or simply putting away all the stuff that has been collected in her bedroom the last eighteen years.

"A dozen Barbie dolls and only one Ken.", she thinks aloud as she's tackling the last box, filled with childhood memories.

Ken is staring at her from the bottom of the box and y/n almost feels guilty at how much she used to ignore him during her childhood play time.

In one impulsive motion she picks him up, while observing his perfect abs, blonde hair contradicting the tan colour of his skin and his cute set of beach wear (stripped shorts and open flannel in pink and blue pastels).

"Poor guy, I've been unfair to you, haven't I?", she chuckles mostly to herself.

At around six in the afternoon y/n's done with packing. She's actually driving to her new place as we speak. What's more, she unconsciously threw Ken in her backpack and is now carrying him along with her. Not that he would complain if he knew.

Y/n's Ken doll has been a part of her toy collection since she was six (she stopped playing with dolls at nine). Unlike her beloved Barbie dolls, Ken's never been y/n's favourite. He's always been just.... there. He was simply included in a Barbie set that her parents gifted her with, at her sixth birthday.

Back at Barbieland, Ken has been facing the consequences of his owner's ignorance for as long as he can remember. While all of y/n's Barbies are confident and spending their days living happily ever after (the aftermath of y/n's love and attention), Ken has always been the black sheep. He isn't exactly bursting with confidence. Neither does he own a Dream house. He's also never invited to the parties the Barbies are often having and to say the least, Ken is lonely. He wishes he could say that he enjoys being by himself most of the time, but without even another Ken, his existence seems pointless.

Ken used to cherish the sporadic attention he would get during y/n's early years in life. An outfit change, a walk at the beach or a small talk with one of the Barbies, guided by his owner was all he needed to feel somehow included (or that's what he always tried to convince himself).

Ken, with his limited knowledge regarding the real world, had concluded that the lack of what little attention he was receiving, was due to the fact that the little girl whose possession he was in, had now turned into a young lady. And having the Barbies as an example of how a lady is, he wasn't surprised that the girl had no use for him whatsoever.

Y/n wakes up in the morning, feeling groggy and disoriented. She wishes she could blame that on the environment change, but the truth is, last night she had a rather strange dream.

Y/n's pov:

She had reached her destination at about eight in the evening. After discussing some final details with her unexpectedly sweet landlady, she called her mom to inform her that she's alright and has settled in. Y/n had also managed to unpack most of her things, including her Ken doll that was laying on her desk when she changed into her matching pyjama set and got comfy in the warmth of her brand new, king sized bed.

After such a long day, y/n was equally drained both physically and mentally. The prospect of living alone, without the comfort of her parents' presence, was already enough to trouble her poor brain. On top of that, classes started tomorrow, leaving y/n no time to adjust to her new living conditions. And don't get me started on the actual unpacking and settling in process! All these heavy boxes, suitcases and IKEA furniture had gotten the best of y/n. Obviously, as soon as she found a comfortable position to sleep in, she immediately drifted off.

Y/n's sleep was disturbed by a shuffling sound, coming from the other side of the room. Normally, under any other circumstances, she would be terrified to spot the dark figure of a tall, strong looking man, staring at her in the middle of the night, after probably having broken into her apartment. However that was not the case. In her state of sleepiness and dizziness, her focus fading in and out of consciousness, her brain fuzzy and not entirely awake, y/n didn't feel any amount of fear but translated the image in front of her as part of a dream.

And what was this image in front of her, you may ask. Well, her previously unwanted Ken doll, was now at the feet of her bed, standing six foot tall, looking down at her with an adorably confused expression carved on his otherwise perfect features.

Ken's pov:

Ken was incredibly lucky that y/n thought she was dreaming, because not only didn't she scream at him to get the hell out, but she actually smiled at him. A small, uncertain and sleepy smile, no less a genuine smile. Even in his own state of confusion, Ken felt his insides melt at the sight of this small woman in front of him, smiling at him, actually noticing him.

He advanced closer to the head of the bed, so that he could take a better look at the girl who was sitting there. Ken sat at the edge of the bed and immediately recognised the person in question. She was clearly y/n. The girl who used to play with him and the Barbies was looking at him with intense interest and a glint in her y/e/c eyes that he had never seen before.

He took in her features. Ken had somehow expected to come face to face with a child, but obviously y/n was no longer a little girl but a beautiful woman. Sure, living in Barbieland Ken had learnt that all women were beautiful, however his old "owner" wasn't pretty in the sense a Barbie was pretty. Studying her features, Ken noticed y/n's hair wasn't neatly done like the Barbies', her skin dimpled and crised when she smiled, her teeth weren't the perfect shade of white or identical to one another, the apples of her cheeks were pinkish with sleep and her eyes held a warmth and complexity that made his stomach flutter. Ken was entranced by the simple image of this young lady, without any makeup or pretty clothes. He even felt like he had some kind of power over her, since she was so much smaller than him. He caught himself thinking that he could fit her whole face in the palm of his hand. The sudden urge to be the one to protect her and have the exclusivity of seeing her so unkempt and "naked" washed over him.

"Oh my!! You're actually Ken!", it was y/n that broke the silence, with her thrilled remark about the person who seemed lost in thought in front of her.

Ken was abruptly brought back to reality. How could something like this even happen? It should be practically impossible. One moment he was taking a nap at the beach and the next thing he knew, he was sitting in a chair in a dark room he concluded belonged to y/n. He might not be the brightest guy (the Kens weren't supposed to be smarter than the Barbies anyway) but he realised something very wrong was happening. The dolls living in Barbieland weren't supposed to be able to come to the real world.

"Y/n! Hey! I never thought I'd meet you in person."

She simply giggled at that. Her giggle was spontaneous and made Ken blush, since he was so unfamiliar with women reacting to him in such a way. Her expression was so girly, almost shy, making Ken bolder than he felt. He climbed all the way onto the bed so that they were basically sitting next to each other.

Y/n felt her face growing warmer and not because of the sleepiness. "That's a very realistic dream", she thought to herself. But exactly because she had convinced herself that Ken was part of her imagination she was also about to act bolder than her usual self.

She turned her body so that she was facing him and not just sitting next to him. Y/n then extended an arm in order to brush away some stray hairs that had fallen in his face. That simple motion was enough to make Ken's heart beat as loud as a hammer and he believed y/n could actually hear it from where she was sitting, so close to him. To his utter surprise, she didn't retrieve her hand after making sure his (ridiculously soft) hair was back in place.

Maybe y/n would be intimidated by Ken's perfect posture and dreamy eyes, by his chiseled jawline and veiny hands or by the fact that his pupils were dilated more than was necessary for the dark around them (there were fairy lights all around the room) if she were to meet him face to face in real life. But y/n was in a dream (or so she thought). Her dream, her rules and she showed no sign of intimidation.

With the hand that had just brushed Ken's hair, she proceeded to cup his face, while caressing his perfectly carved cheek bone with the pad of her thumb. Ken closed his eyes at the sensation, since no one had ever showed him tenderness like that. His reaction to her touch only encouraged y/n to continue exploring this life sized Ken doll.

With nimble fingers that made Ken's breath hitch multiple times, she started caressing him, beginning with his collarbones and slowly making a trail over his toned chest to his lower abs. His skin was soft and warm to the touch and y/n's mind was quick to put together multiple ungodly thoughts.

Ken's hands had reached and grabbed the bedsheets as soon as y/n's teasing ones had started going over his abs, torturously slow. Of course he didn't know why he felt the way he did, she was just touching him (as a doll he never had been subjected to anything remotely sexual before this very moment), but he could feel a weird anticipation gathering at the pit of his stomach (and lower). Oddly enough, he didn't move, he didn't even speak, scared that he would destroy this peculiar situation he'd found himself in. He told himself that "You're a doll and this human girl is simply... playing with you?". It didn't sound right but it certainly felt good.

When she reached at his lower abdomen, just below his belly button, y/n drew her hands back. He had felt so real to the touch she started to question her previous belief that she was merely dreaming.

Ken saw her expression change from lustful (he didn't know that's what it was called), to a placated one. She searched his face for an answer, without realising how her doe eyes had captured every bit of Ken's attention.

"Y/n", he whispered under a shaky inhale, leaning towards her like a moth hypnotized by the flame.

"I'm sorry Ken, I really am."

"About what?!", he asked, generally confused.

"When I was little I-"

"Can I kiss you, please?" he knew that much. He had never given a real kiss back in Barbieland but at least he was familiar with the concept.

Y/n was lost for words. A sudden realization that this felt too real to be any short of wet dream had dawned on her (if that was the case she would have woken up by now). When she didn't answer right away, Ken turned his hot gaze on her parted lips. They were swollen from sleep and rozy but not in the manufactured way the Barbies' lips look in the morning. He had to fight back the urge to attack her mouth with his own, since he was still waiting for her consent.

Y/n finally gave the smallest nod, indicating shyness and reluctance, though her gaze was once again intense, making Ken's breath get caught in his throat.

He leaned in, gently but no less eagerly and was pleasantly surprised (not for the last time) when y/n, leaning towards him as well, connected their lips in a soft, slow and lingering kiss.

Y/n's hot breath on his mouth made Ken gasp and draw himself even closer to *his* girl, while his right hand, moving on its own, reached for her already messy hair, tagging at it softly.

Y/n was equally surprised by the kiss. Ken's lips were unbelievably soft and his body emitted a warmth that sent shivers down her spine. She rubbed her thighs together (a motion in which Ken was oblivious to for the time being) as she reached for his neck, taking the lead. She drew him even closer to her, their chests colliding. Ken gasped -again- at the sensation of her round breasts pressing against his mascular body and he reacted by snaking both arms around her narrow waist.

When y/n took Ken's bottom lip between her teeth, tagging at it softly, he let out the smallest moan. In return he drew back, only to smash his lips on her own once more, with a passion and an urgency that made y/n weak in his strong arms. Her tongue asked for access he happily gave and he found himself backing his hips against her as their tongues swirled around one another for the first time.

When they parted, they were both breathless and panting heavily. Ken looked at y/n with an adoration that made her short circuit. He had never felt that important to anyone, but the tight grip she had on his biceps was proof that she wanted him. Really wanted him, needed him, even. Ken was important to her, at least at that moment.

This blissful state of his was short lived, due to y/n standing up and turning on the big light on the ceiling.

After taking a moment so that his vision could readjust to the light, Ken's eyes found y/n again. She was standing now and he took a mental note to never forget how tiny and young, how vulnerable she looked in her gray pyjama set with her tousled hair all over, like a miniature lioness. To be honest, Ken didn't have the right words to describe what he was seeing, but the warmth in his chest (and an unexplainable discomfort in his breeches) was enough for him.

"Oh shit-

Oh my gosh....I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

Y/n looked shocked and Ken grew hot with embarrassment because of it.

"I'm just as confused as you are, y/n", at least he was able to say something. Because now the light was on, he could see her feminine figure and wanted nothing more than to squish her round thighs and then-

"I mean... you're actually Ken...like... HOW?!"

"Please don't be angry at me, I can't explain how or why, but instead of waking up in Barbieland I woke up here", he said with an apologetic look on his face, while standing up like a child that just got scolded.

Y/n took a deep breath in, deciding he was too damn hot to actually be angry at him. It also wasn't his fault and at the end of the day she liked the idea of having a "boytoy" so eager and sweet. She really hadn't done Ken justice as a child but thought she could pay him back now.

You see, y/n's father is working for Mattel and she knows some things the average person doesn't. For one thing, she's aware that Barbieland exists and that on some very rare occasions the dolls come to the real world.

"It's alright Ken. I know it's not your fault"

Hearing her voice was not only soothing to him, but his name on her mouth made him lightheaded.

"but you have to get back. I don't know what it could mean to my world that you're here."

At the sound of that final statement, Ken visibly frowned and felt a weight settling in his chest. He had just come to this world and on top of that he and y/n had shared enough kisses to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend according to Barbieland standards.

He reminded himself, as always, he's just Ken. He's always second, even if for a moment he felt like a ten, lost in y/n's tender but also hot touch.

"I understand, y/n. I'll leave then and get back to Barbieland", not that he knew how.

She too felt she didn't want him to leave just yet, the tension was so thick she could almost see it all around them. Nevertheless, it was past midnight and she had three morning classes tomorrow, so she let Ken go without uttering another word.

To say the least, Ken was heartbroken. In one night he had experienced so many new sensations and emotions and he knew he wouldn't be able to get y/n out of his head no matter how hard he'd try. He ended up dozing off while sitting on her doorstep, looking at the stars and imagining y/n's small hands caressing him lower and lower until...

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stuckysbike · 2 months

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More Than One Valentine

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Stucky x Reader, Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader

AU: you finally get Steve and Bucky together- now you need to work out what to do with yourself abs your broken heart.

Warnings: angst, smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, FWB situation, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky, Dom!Bucky, sub!Steve, switch!reader

Bucky and Steve finally shared their first kiss on Valentine’s Day.

It was a bittersweet moment for you; you’d been trying to get them together for too long and now you had nothing to do, nowhere to go.

In a twisted and complicated situation you’d ended up as a FWB to both of them. It started with Bucky, a wet night with only his leather coat for shelter turned into desperate kissing and more. Then three months later he was on a mission and Steve had come in from a date in a terrible headspace.

You called Bucky because you didn’t know what else to do. Bucky’s advice was to screw Steve’s brains out.

“What?” You stuttered.

“He gets too into his head, you gotta’ help him clear it out doll,” Bucky said in that gruff tone.

“I - but - we-“

“Go ahead. I don’t mind sharing our arrangement with Stevie. Always shared everything with him anyway, you’re no different,” Bucky said as if you were an old coat or a favourite book.

It hurt, deep in your gut like a hand twisting it savagely, but you brushed it aside. You were just a couple of friends who tamed an itch. Bucky probably did it with lots of girls and guys. You weren’t his only one. You couldn’t be.

So you fell into a routine with them. If Steve had any reservations he didn’t share them and his mood changed, not just that night but overall. He was lighter, different like he had a plan again.

It was obvious they were in love, that they wanted each other. Everyone could see it, especially you. You spent most time with them, you saw the subtle touches, kind words and gentle gestures. You would find them making each other breakfast, or always making sure the other one was drinking enough water.

And the sex was …even? You never spent more time with one over the other. You went from one to the other than back.

Sometimes you didn’t even get to shower; after a night with Steve Bucky would drag you to his room in the morning to taste you while Steve went on a run. Sometimes Steve would come in after a long stint of being Captain America and bury his face in you pussy moments after Bucky had went to his own room.

“I can’t take it. They’re ruining my vagina,” you complained to Nat one evening after too many cocktails. The and my heart was left unspoken but you both knew it.

Nat had laughed anyway because in that moment you both needed to laugh. “Set them up.” She poured another drink. She wasn’t even following recipes any longer. It was shots of hard liquor that burned in the best way.

So you did, you made sure the floor you all shared was off limits, you lit candles and played soft music, dimmed the lights. You got your hands on some Asgardian Champagne, scattered rose petals and made sure both their bedrooms had ample supplies of lube and toys.

You made sure your own room had noise cancelling headphones, snacks and a queue of your favourite shows all lined up to make sure you didn’t think too much. Or hear too much.

You should have prepared for a broken heart.

Here they were after confessing their love and finally kissing as they stood in front of the massive windows. You were on the couch, you needed to start them off, convince them to take the leap, but as soon as they got lost in each other you stood and slipped away.

At least you tried to.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked, his voice small and vulnerable.

You froze and looked over your shoulder. They were both looking your way, faces unreadable.

“To give you both some privacy,” you said quietly.

“But we need to thank you,” Bucky’s voice was equally soft.

You offered them a smile, it was genuine because you were happy for them, you just realised too damn late that you’d fallen for both of them.

They walked towards you, a pair of supersoldiers, one beefy the other sculpted. One dark the other light.

Two pairs of blue eyes burned into your skin. You felt like crying, because it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen and all they were going to do was hug you then get on with their lives.

Bucky caught your hand and pulled you towards his body but he turned you so your back was to his chest.

“Say thank you Stevie,” he growled.

Steve immediately dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was gentle, just a brush of his pink lips as they pressed into yours. He pulled away after the kiss that was not just friendly. “Thank you.” He had that sincere look, the honest voice.

Your heart broke a little more.

And then Bucky was turning you in his arms and looking down at you. Steve’s big hands rested on your hips as he held you in place for Bucky. Bucky was rougher than Steve, his lips pressed you harder more demanding making you weak at the knees.

Where Steve asked Bucky took.

“Thank you,” Bucky said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Now where were we?”

And they started kissing over your shoulder. They moved close crushing your body between theirs, hands holding you still as they explored each others mouths.

You gasped and tried to slip away but you were trapped. You tried harder only for them to part and Bucky looked at you with hard eyes.

“Stop squirming doll, I’m kissing on my fella and you’re distracting me. You’ll get your turn.” You gaped up at Bucky but his focus was back on Steve. “Come ‘ere you.”

You could hear the wet noises of their kisses, could feel their physical reactions as you stood trapped between their hard bodies.

When they pulled apart for air you found yourself turned back to Steve and he was kissing you, desperate now as he licked into your mouth. He let out a needy moan as he lifted you and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around him.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Bucky growled. His hands were on your hips and ass and it took you a moment to realise you were moving towards Steve’s bedroom.

Steve fell back on his bed and looked up at you with doe eyes, lips parted and pure trust. And something else you couldn’t place. You were straddling his waist when the bedroom door clicked shut.

“Don’t mind me,” Bucky sat on the chair in the corner, and you looked between them. Maybe this was one last night with them, and you would make it count before they got on with the rest of their lives without you.

In the bedroom Steve was submissive. It had surprised you at first; but it made sense. Steve carried the universe on his shoulders sometimes so it was natural that he’d want to forget. So you were what he needed you to be. You took charge, took care of him, made it so that he didn’t need a plan or a rousing speech in the bedroom.

Bucky was dominant, that didn’t surprise you at all. He needed control, where he’d been tortured before now he thrived in giving pleasure in making decisions, on taking care of his lovers. You let him take care of you, you basked in and enjoyed it. You loved the attention.

And you were the perfect switch between them giving each of them what they needed.

You bit your lip, nerves running through you but you pushed it aside to try and enjoy one last night with them both.

“Colour?” You asked.

“Green!” Steve said urgently.

“Steve, take your clothes off,” you said. Steve immediately sat up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, looking between you and Bucky but you clicked your tongue and Steve’s eyes flew to you. “Eyes on me baby, you have him all to yourself soon enough.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunched and Bucky shifted in his chair but you stayed still watching Steve. He folded his shirt then toed his shoes off, and as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops he looked down at you, holding it between big hands.

Bucky sucked in a breath as you nodded and Steve set the belt on the bed for later. He sat and removed his socks then his pants.

Once upon a time his cheeks would have been red by this point but Steve had gotten past that, he trusted you and with his attention on you the fact that Bucky was sitting right there didn’t even phase him.

His boxer briefs were navy blue, and it was obvious he was aroused by the whole situation. He looked at you as he thumbed the waistband.

“Won’t be much fun with them on will it Soldier?” You teased and his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink before he started to push them down. “Eyes on me.” You reminded him and his confidence returned.

And then Steve was naked, standing tall and proud and fully erect. You looked at Bucky and he was watching the two of you with something that looked like pride.

“Why don’t you get your ring, plug and the lube?” You suggested to Steve.

Bucky groaned and you glanced over at him as Steve scrambled across the bed to grab what he wanted from underneath. “Do you want to cut in?”

Bucky smiled, warm and genuine and for a second your breath caught. “Yes,” he said softly. “But not yet. I’m dying to see where this goes.”

When you turned back to the bed Steve was kneeling in the middle, eyes wide and wet lips parted. “You look like a horny puppy.” You told him and it made him laugh.

You didn’t say anything else as you removed your clothes and Steve settled down to watch you, waiting patiently with his hands in his lap.

When you got to your bra and panties you hesitated but Bucky’s soft voice rang in your ears. “All of it.”

You looked over at him, making eye contact to acknowledge you’d heard him then nodded, holding his gaze.

You removed your bra, then panties and Steve let out a gentle moan.

“On your back baby,” you told Steve. He complied immediately and lay back, spreading his long legs so you could settle between his thighs. He handed you a pillow and you thanked him with a kiss to the lips then helped him place it under his hips. “Do you want your belt?”

Steve nodded eagerly and you handed it to him. Steve lay back with his arms stretched above his head holding the belt in his hands.

“Colour?” You checked.

“Green,” Steve said.

“Steve is such a good boy that he stays like that until he’s told to move,” you told Bucky. “Well, most of the time.”

Bucky laughed softly and you drew your focus back to Steve. Bending you kissed his thighs, nipping at sensitive skin. As you moved closer Steve moaned and gasped until finally you were pressing a chaste kiss to the base of his cock.

You kissed lower until your tongue reached his tightly furled ass, and then with wet licks you proceeded to help him relax. You didn’t notice Bucky get out of his chair, not until you saw the black vibranium hand resting on Steve’s knee.

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Too much for you?”

“Christ Dolly you’re killing me,” Bucky’s voice was rough with arousal.

You giggled and got back to your task. It wasn’t long before you were sitting up and drizzling lube on your fingers. You warmed it up then pressed two against his puckered hole.

“The lube is edible and flavoured. Steve likes his asshole eaten,” you said conversationally to Bucky.

Steve whined and you grinned up at him. You shuffled closer and took the tip of his cock into your mouth, licking the pre-cum and sucking the skin as you curled your fingers. Steve cried out and you took him deeper, breathing through your nose as he filled your throat. You loved this, Steve at your mercy as you pleasured him.

When you finally felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose you pulled back and reached for the cock ring. “He doesn’t really need this, he has a refractory period just like yours but sometimes he’s over eager. He can get…messy.”

Steve moaned softly, hearing you talk about him as if he wasn’t there was driving him insane in the best way.

“You know him well,” Bucky praised. He was right behind you now looking over your shoulder, still fully clothed apart from his shoes and socks. You hadn’t noticed him taking them off.

You reached for the plug next, it was a smaller one, black, with a flared base. It slipped in easily but Steve moaned and arched his back. You turned it slowly and watched his chest heave.

“How do you feel?” You asked Steve.

He nodded and met your eyes. “I feel yeah-“

“Colour?” You asked.

“Green,” Steve practically slurred.

You chuckled and then settled back onto your haunches. Bucky looked at you curious for your next move.

“He’s all yours,” you whispered looking up at him.

A big hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you softly. “He’s all ours Doll.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wished that were true but you pushed the hope away. This was about getting them together. Nothing else.

Bucky kissed you, his movements lazy but dominating and he gripped your soft skin. His hand slipped between your legs and you’d been able to ignore your needs until now but as soon as his fingertip brushed your slick puffy lips you sighed and leaned into Bucky. His other hand moved to your hair and he fisted it just enough to pull your head back. “I’m so proud of you. Watching you with Steve, so proud of both of you.”

You felt the blood warm your cheeks at his praise and snuggled against him.

“Now, I’m going to undress. I want you to get a reward for being so good to Stevie, what do you say Steve?” Bucky asked easily taking over the room.

Steve nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, baby, sit on my face?”

“Yeah, I want to see that. Go sit on his face baby,” Bucky kissed you again. You did as he asked, turning so you could watch him. Steve didn’t let go of the belt as his tongue dove inside your folds, lapping and sucking at your juices.

Steve moaned and Bucky’s sharp eyes zeroed in on you. “Hovering baby girl? That’s against the rules,” Bucky warned.

Steve moaned again and you chuckled, giving Bucky a bright smile. “I know he’s been good, but he has to earn it,” you teased.

Bucky smiled softly and removed his black boxer briefs and then he was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs. He skimmed his fingers along the sensitive skin on Steve’s thighs and you could see Steve tremble. You close that moment to rest your full weight on him for a few seconds, knowing he needed it.

His moans vibrated through you and then Bucky was kissing you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Bucky touched Steve and every time he cried out or trembled you rested your weight onto him, calming him.

And then Bucky was bringing the plug out, replacing it with his fingers. His eyes flicked up to you as Steve sucked on your clit.

“Cum baby,” Bucky said. You didn’t even know you were waiting for permission. You cried out as your release washed through you, making your toes curl. As you came down from your high Bucky kissed you. “Now go clean him up.”

You moved fast, straddling Steve’s tummy and kissing over his face, licking into his mouth. You were so busy kissing Steve you almost missed the deep groan he let out. Two hands, one warm and one cold lifted your hips and then Steve’s cock was sliding snugly into your soaked cunt.

“I’m going to fuck both of you now,” Bucky warned.

“Please Bucky,” you whined.

Bucky’s hand slid into your hair and he grabbed a thick fistful as he pulled you back against his chest.

“Look at you,” Bucky growled in your ear as his other hand slid around your throat. His nimble fingers trailed your body, plucking at your nipples, squeezing soft flesh, tickling your hips and exploring the area where you and Steve were joined. “Our perfect girl.”

“Bucky,” you turned to him squeezing your thighs. Beneath you Steve grunted as you squeezed his cock, his eyes never leaving you and Bucky.

“Colour?” Bucky asked you.

“So fuckin’ green!” You said.

“Stevie, baby I need you to hold onto her, make sure she has some support. Hands up,” he said.

Steve let go of the belt and raised his hands, palms up and fingers wide. “Good boy baby,” Bucky praised. You reached out and pressed your palms to Steve’s, let your fingers tangle and lock together.

Steve tested the pressure, moving you slightly and you couldn’t help but giggle as he practically used you as a weight, lowering you to kiss his lips then pushing you back to Bucky’s chest.

Bucky let out a soft laugh at the two of you and hooked his chin over your bare shoulder. “Show off,” he said to Steve. Steve, in a happy headspace blew him a kiss.

Bucky started off gentle, his thrusts going through Steve and into you. Bucky was taking his time, working out this new position as he managed both of you.

His hands returned to your body, his fingers strumming over your body. He knew every nerve, knew what made you sigh and squeal, what relaxed you and what wound you up.

With a palm on your back he pushed you forward until you were lying on Steve’s chest. His right hand gripped your butt cheek, moulding the flesh and you knew it was coming but you still yelped.

Steve grunted, you were squeezing his cock again. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Bucky’s voice cut through your brain fog and you nodded.

“I broke a rule,” you slurred. Steve kissed your cheek and forehead as he simply observed. “I hovered.”

Bucky grunted in agreement and a few more slaps landed on you. “You had a good reason though so I think that’ll do.”

Bucky’s hands moved over your back as he curled over you both. His right hand cupped Steve’s cheek. Kissing each other in this position would be impossible so he ran his thumb over Steve’s lips. Steve opened his mouth and sucked Bucky’s thumb in. Bucky groaned at the sight and the sensation.

“You good there Sweetheart?” Bucky asked him.

Steve’s smile was dopey, despite Bucky’s digit in his way and he nodded, his eyes shining. “Never better.”

The words were garbled but easily understood none the less. As Bucky pulled away he kissed your cheek.

Bucky started to thrust again and you moved back to sit on Steve, that’s when you realised you couldn’t feel the cock ring. Bucky must have removed it from Steve and you were grateful because you didn’t think you had the ability to remove it at this point. You were a soft Dom, you didn’t like delaying or preventing orgasms, you were too needy yourself.

You kissed Steve’s chest and face as Bucky fucked him and Steve sobbed into your mouth when your lips met. Bucky’s movements were getting more aggressive and Steve was gasping and thrashing in pleasure.

“Is he good?” You prompted.

“So good, I’m - it’s - he’s amazing,” Steve said.

“Shush, baby hush, he’ll hear you and his ego will be insufferable,” you teased.

Bucky laughed, his hand sliding around your throat and pulling you back to his chest. “So rude,” he grunted as he kissed you, his fingers finally brushing over your clit.

Steve came first after you clenched around his cock, your body chasing Bucky’s fingers, and you followed a few moments behind him. The familiar stutter of Bucky’s breathing told you he’d found his release too.

“You two will be the death of me,” he said as he kissed your neck and shoulders and helped you untangle yourself from Steve.

A warm cloth was cleaning you, hands were moving you and you realised Steve was getting the same treatment as he sighed in contentment.

Bucky got into bed on the other side of Steve and smiled softly at you both.

“I should go,” you said suddenly.

“No!” They both said at once.

You shifted. “But I- this was about you two.”

Steve pulled you on top of him then rolled over, pinning you between him and Bucky. “Going nowhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “Darlin’ we’re crazy about you, if you haven’t noticed. I know you like to talk about feelings and stuff but we’re doing this my way. You’re my best girl, he’s my best guy, we’ll work it out from there.”

You opened your mouth but your words betrayed you so instead you snuggled into their arms and enjoyed their warmth. Maybe this could work, maybe the three of you could find peace.

“Besides,” Steve yawned, “you negate our stupid.”

You giggled. Bucky slid a leg between yours and rested his hand on Steve’s chest.

Meanwhile deep inside your own chest your heart sang.

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sweetercalypso · 11 months

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Uncharted Territory (Abby Anderson)

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Summary: Stranded on patrol with the person you hate most, there’s not much to do besides fuck out your feelings

Notes: 18+ only, minors dni; enemies to lovers, hate sex, thigh riding, tribbing, semi-public sex, mean!Abby, switch!Abby, mentions of weapons/cordyceps (general tlou references), lots of swearing.

The fear settling in your gut should serve as a reminder of where you are.

Truthfully, it reminds you of where you are not. You are not sleeping peacefully in your bunk, or eating in the cafeteria with your friends, or anywhere under the protection of WLF and its adherents. You’re forced to focus on the places you’re not because you don’t actually know where you are.

You, and your patrol partner, Abby, are lost.

Your blonde counterpart walks five paces ahead, never bothering to look over her shoulder to see if you’re in tow. It’s your responsibility to keep up, she’d told you earlier in the day. I’m making it back – with or without you.

Now, you focus on her braided ponytail swishing between her shoulder blades in an effort to distract from the pain in your muscles and the burning ache in your calves.

The two of you have been walking for hours, not entirely sure of the direction or the destination. Abby seemed to be following a trail, but what was once eroded by familiarity now offers only bare traces of the path underfoot. It’s been a long time since anyone’s been where you are now.

Tall, heavy spruces block the view of the horizon, limiting the ability to gauge how far you’ve travelled or how close you are to the city.

While you’re surveying the thicket of trees around you, a root sticking up from the dirt catches you by surprise and sends you stumbling forward with a muttered oof.

Abby stops in her path, turning sharply to stare at you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I tripped.”

She scoffs. “Yeah, I know. So does every other person lurking in the fucking woods.”

Your eyebrows pinch together, heat rising to your face as you struggle to maintain your composure. “Abby, there’s no one around for miles.”

“You think I don’t know that? I’m talking about the infected – what if you just woke up a hoard because you fell over their roots?”

“It was a tree root!” you spit back, offended that Abby would consider you to be so careless. “You could’ve warned me about it, by the way. Or you could at least tell me where we’re going.”

“I told you,” she seethes. “I’m going back to the truck.”

The two of you had been a part of a larger group of WLF members sent out to survey an area east of the city. Beyond the stadium and the neighborhoods surrounding it, there was an unkempt expanse of evergreens that stretched hundreds of acres deep. A few days ago, whisps of smoke were spotted rising through the treetops a couple miles in, and Isaac had prepared a group to investigate.

Ten people rode out to the location, including yourself and Abby. Most of the group suspected a small fire in the midst of Washington’s dry season, and a few others figured it was a group of stragglers setting up camp under the cover of the dense forest. Either way, there was little cause for alarm.

The group was split into pairs and instructed to search in small areas before reporting back to the vehicles with their findings. Provided with a crudely hand-drawn map and not much else, you and Abby left in search of whatever person or thing had caused the fire.

Somewhere along the way, you’d missed a turn or walked too far along a path and the two of you got lost, venturing deeper into the woods than you were supposed to. When you suggested that you retrace your steps, nothing on the map seemed familiar, and there was nothing to indicate that another group might be nearby.

You should’ve known something like this would happen. Anytime Abby was around, it was bad news – and she thought the same of you. Your mutual hatred was something the entire WLF base had heard about, and many had witnessed the arguments and shouting matches first-hand.

When the two of you were paired together by Manny, you could see the snickers on the faces of the other group members. Abby had huffed under her breath before shoving the map in your hands and flipping Manny off as she stomped in the opposite direction.

You were in charge of the map, but Abby ultimately had the final say in the direction you took, and you both blamed each other for the position you were in now.

“Abby, we’re walking in circles. How much longer are you going to pretend like you know where we’re going?”

Sweat rolls down the side of your neck and the strap of your gun digs uncomfortably into your shoulder. It’s clear that Abby’s in the same state of exhaustion as she adjusts the heavy holster on her hip. She hadn’t even bothered to count the bullets left between you – you’d die anyway without a way out of the forest.

“M’sorry, do you have a better plan?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “It’s your fault we’re lost, anyway.”

“My fault?” You stomp towards her, uncaring of the dry branches that snap under your feet. “How s’it my fault, Abby? You were the one in charge.”

“You had the map,” she insists, shoving her finger into your chest when you stop in front of her. “You should’ve been paying more attention.”

“Yeah, well you were the one in front. You must’ve led us the wrong way.” You say, enjoying the way Abby’s jaw tenses in frustration.

“When we get back, I’ll make sure Isaac knows that his favorite little lap dog is incapable of following directions.”

Abby’s expression morphs into that of rage. She pushes you away, sending you stumbling back a step.

“Fuck you,” she pants, puffing out her chest.

You react without thinking and shove her back, much harder than either of you had anticipated.

The shock sends Abby thudding onto the ground, her hands catching her weight before her ass hits the dirt. She kicks out in retaliation and swipes your feet from under you, sending you toppling over her form and driving you both onto the ground.

Landing against her chest, you’re forced to plant your hands on her shoulders to keep yourself upright. Abby’s chest heaves against yours and she scoots her hips to buck you off, unintentionally jostling you closer as you wrap your thighs around her waist to keep from being thrown onto the ground.

She grabs your hips and squeezes roughly in an effort to keep you from squirming any closer. When you stop to look at her, you’re astonished by the view. Her pupils are blown wide and strands of hair stick to her flushed cheeks and you can’t help but imagine that this is what she looks like when she fucks. Her breath comes in short puffs against your face and she licks her lips before tucking her chin to her chest to avoid the closeness of your position.

Overwrought with adrenaline, you follow the tilt of her head and smash your lips onto hers roughly. She pushes back after the surprise wears off, kissing you with fervor until you’re both forced to part for air.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I-I don’t know, I just thought –.”

Abby cuts you off by pressing your lips together again and curling one hand around your jaw.

“Don’t” she murmurs against your mouth. “Don’t think. Just take your fucking pants off.”

With her free hand, she works to remove the holster at her hip and you’re suddenly aware of the weapon still secured across your chest. You break the kiss to undo the strap from your shoulder, setting the gun to the side before yanking your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind you. Your bra follows shortly after, and when you return your attention to Abby, she’s watching you with hunger in her eyes.

“S’pretty,” she says, cupping your breasts and running her calloused fingers over your smooth skin. The warmth of her hands paired with the humid summer air melts the uncertainty from your bones and you press yourself into her touch without restraint.

“Who knew such a pest could have such nice tits.”

There’s a playful bite to her words and it’s reflexive the way you respond with the same fire.

“Always knew I’d be the one on top,” you quip, moving over her with a sugary voice and a faux roll of your hips. “Y’wanna take charge but you never do. You’re all bark and no bite.”

She bucks her hips up to jostle you in your place, grinning slyly when you lose your balance. “You’ve thought about this before then, huh?”

“Thought about what? Putting you in your place? All the time.”

Your hands go to the hem of Abby’s shirt, shucking the material up to her chest. She takes the hint and raises her arms up, letting you tug the fabric over her head. She reaches around her back to undo her bra, pulling it off and adding it to the mess of clothes around you.

Abby sits up with you in her lap and puts one hand on the back of your neck, bringing her lips to your throat to plant kisses anywhere she can reach. While she’s busy marking your flushed skin with her lips and grazing teeth, you work open the button of your pants and shimmy the thick material down your hips.

You remove yourself from her lap just long enough to pull your pants off while Abby takes the chance to do the same. When you’re bare to each other and the silent forest around you, she pulls you back on top of her and runs her hands up your sides.

“Y’gonna let me taste your pretty pussy? Huh? Gonna come on my mouth? Or d’you want my fingers instead? Bet you’re so pretty when you s—.”

You groan out loud, putting a hand over Abby’s mouth playfully. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

She laughs heartily against your palm, a chirpy sound you don’t think you’ve heard from her before. “Yes ma’am.”

Your hands move to her shoulders as Abby slots one of her thighs between yours, creating a divine pressure between your legs. Shifting your hips experimentally, you stutter over the muscled expanse of her thigh. The stimulation proves to be too much for your frantic mind and you struggle to keep a steady pace.

“Abby-” you choke out, thoughts too static to think of a better plead.

She grunts in acknowledgement, seeming to understand what you’re asking for. Her grip becomes pinching on your hips as she slides your cunt over your toned thigh, flexing her muscles in a way that sends an unexpected tremor through your clit.

The sudden pleasure makes you cry out, furrowing your brows together and throwing your head back as Abby leads your movements.

“S’that all it takes to get you to quit running your mouth? Y’just needed to get fucked, huh?”

Abby closes the space between the two of you, leaning in to kiss you again. She nips at your bottom lip, sinking her teeth into the gentle skin there and tugging sharply. A broken moan escapes your parted lips and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

A sheen of slick glistens against her skin where you slide your puffy clit over her thigh. It takes all of your energy to remain upright as she ruts your hips over hers with a pace that blurs the line between pleasure and punishment.

You pull away from her mouth to suck in a breath of air, taking the chance to warn Abby of the tension building in your core.

“Gonna come, mmph – please.”

“That’s it,” she grunts, eager eyes transfixed on your tits bouncing in front of her face. “Let go – make a mess, baby.”

Pleasure overrides your senses, flooding your veins with a rich intensity and filling your chest with warmth. Your cunt throbs against her thigh, slick dribbling down her skin in sappy rivulets. She lets you ride out your orgasm for a minute longer, still grinding your hips against her thigh until you become too sensitive to continue.

“Too much,” you rasp, letting your hands rest on top of Abby’s as she slows the pace of your hips.

You gently squeeze her fingers in appreciation and the intimacy of your touch is almost too much for Abby to handle. She feels her own cunt clench at the sudden realization of your position – Abby might be the one making you come, but the way you command her through subtle touch lets her know that she’s not the only one capable of taking charge.

“S’my turn to make you feel good.”

Your voice snaps Abby out of her thoughts and she watches you reposition yourself between her legs to press your slick cunt against hers. Abby lets you have control, leaning back and resting on her elbows while you hover over her on your knees.

Your hands grasp at her thighs, forcing them further apart to make enough room for you to move. After a moment of adjustment, you find the perfect angle to rub your sensitive clit against hers, causing you to hiss from the feeling of bittersweet overstimulation.

The silence from Abby is unfamiliar and you can’t help but taunt her as you rock your hips into hers.

“Always got something smart to say – where’s that energy now? Cat got your tongue?”

Her expression is foreign, somewhere between needy and content, and you want to study her features until you’ve discovered every detail you’ve missed in willful ignorance.

“Lemme hear you,” you say, coaxing her into a comfortable state. “Don’t hide from me now.”

Abby breaks from her stoic mask for just a moment, allowing herself to openly enjoy the drag of your clit against her delicate bundle of nerves. Her moans are raspy and guttural and pure heaven, and you move against her cunt faster in hopes of drawing more sounds from the blonde underneath you.

The air is thick with your shared pants and the lewd sound of your cunts grinding together. Your combined slick wets the insides of Abby’s thighs and travels up to your naval, smeared over your skin like a translucent haze.

Abby glances down at where you’re connected, humming appreciatively at the sight. “So fuckin’ pretty” she says, mind reduced to nothing by the pleasure coursing through her body. “Next time, you’re putting that pretty pussy on my face.”

The promise of something more is what pushes you over the edge for the second time, sending you forward onto Abby’s chest with a pitiful cry. Abby wraps one arm around you and bucks her hips wildly, finding her own climax as you pant against her mouth.

Her muscled legs tighten around your thighs when she comes against you, pulling you impossibly closer as she comes down from her high. The shwick of your cunts rubbing against each other falters as her movements come to an end.

The stillness of the forest engulfs the two of you in awkward silence, neither of you entirely sure of what to say now that the adrenaline has worn off. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can say anything to relieve the awkward tension in your chest, you’re interrupted by the sound of branches breaking underfoot.

Your eyes widen in shock to find another pair of WLF members standing a couple yards away, looking like they’ve stumbled upon the implausible.

Manny wears a devious grin, like he’d foreseen this exact outcome when he sent the two of you on patrol together. Nora stands beside him with her gun in hand, and you can imagine she was expecting something else waiting beyond the trees by the look of shock on her face.

“Now that’s something I thought I’d never see.”

Abby groans and hides her face in your neck, growing more flushed with each second spent under her friends’ scrutiny.

Manny howls with laughter, patting Nora on the shoulder as they turn their backs to give you the privacy to get dressed and find your composure. You mumble a string of curses under your breath as you slowly remove yourself from Abby while trying to block out your friends’ awkward presence. Manny’s voice breaks through the hands you have pressed over your ears, still rumbling with laughter as he shakes his head.

“You two are never gonna live this down.”

#calypso writes #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson drabble #the last of us #tlou #the last of us x reader #switch!abby #switch!reader #sub!abby #mean!abby #abby smut #abby tlou #enemies to lovers

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flametrashira · 5 months

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Osamu Dazai NSFW Headcanons

He's so goddamn pretty. I hate him /a. NSFW. F!reader. Sex in a public place.

Oh Dazai

He tried so hard to be a fuckboy but caught feelings for you very quickly.

He never intended to actually fall for you. He... wasn't exactly planning to be in it for the long haul (your relationship or life)

You were never meant to make everything so... beautiful, but ya kinda ruined his plans.

Now he's waking up before you in the morning so he can watch you sleep for a few minutes before he gets out of bed.

He's staring at the clouds imagining a future with you on the walk back home.

This man is a sappy bastard.

But he's not all sweetness and light.

Dazai will target erogenous zones you didn't even know you had. Mercilessly.

His knowledge of the human body and the nervous system is extensive, and for the first time in his life he can put that knowledge to good use with you.

Girl, I hope you like cumming.

Intense eye contact during sex. He's focused on every tiny detail of you; the staggering of your breath, the shifts in your expression, the sounds he draws from you.

Just gazing at you with those big brown eyes as he thrusts into you.

It's incredible for him, and it's terrifying. He's spent his entire life hiding at least something from everyone, and yeah, maybe you don't know all the ins and outs of his life or everything he's done (although he'd tell you if you ever asked,) but his connection to you exposes a part of him that has never been allowed to see the light.

He's vulnerable in a way he never expected. Hell, this man has stood confidently with an armed pistol aimed at his forehead, but this... this gives him shivers.

Big ol' switch. Equally as happy taking control and loves to be soft dommed.

As for what turns him on? Honestly, what doesn't? He's a thigh guy, an ass man, a boob man, a tummy guy. He's just a you guy. But he is partial to your hands, especially when you trace your fingertips over his skin, and especially especially when you use them to hold his hands above his head and ride him.

But as sweet as he can be, don't for one second think that he isn't going to also be the biggest pain in the ass tease you've ever met in your life.

He'll find some seemingly innocent part of you; the back of your neck, the small of your back, or the pulse point in your wrist, and stroke it so casually with the tips of his fingers, pretending to be completely innocent but knowing he's giving you goosebumps. And he makes his caresses so damn suggestive you can't help but imagine them elsewhere.

He is a son of a bitch.

He will absolutely point out when you're blushing, or if he's whispering filth to you across the restaurant table and sees you slightly shift your sitting position to try to stop your pussy from throbbing.

"Oh... someone's getting excited," he'll whisper with a smug grin. "I'll have to do something about that when we get home. If you can wait that long..."

You're both banned from at least 6 of Yokohama's nicest restaurants for fucking in the bathroom stalls.

In fact, after one particularly *ahem* eventful office party, the entire ADA was banned from one of the restaurants just for associating with you (Kunikida was pissed)

Loves any face-to-face position but especially missionary, cowgirl, and lotus.

Those pretty brown eyes constantly check in on you while he's eating your pussy too.

like this...

He's pretty open to everything but he doesn't enjoy recieving pain. He can however inflict it with professional precision, but only if you want that. He wouldn't hurt you unless you asked.

Very cuddly after sex and will fall asleep sprawled on top of you.

Smiles in his sleep when he's using you as a pillow. He has also woken both of you up with little "huh huh huhhh" sleep giggles.

He's such a loved-up dork

You just make him that happy to be here. You make life that addictive.

#switch!reader #switch!dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai smut

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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Switch! reader fucking Ethan in his car <33 clenching hard around his cock in the back seat as he kneads her tits in his big hands. One of his fingers goes down to her ass, circling the hole there and then shoving it in hard. She cries out and bounces harder, trying to gain any more type of friction, any way to get closer to the brunette boy.

Ethan is basically fucking mesmerized, your tits are practically in his face, moving up and down from the way you’re bouncing. You come down and shove one of your fingers in his mouth, loving the way he whines and drools around the digit. He practically takes the whole thing to the back of his throat, gagging. You use your other hand to wrap around his throat. His eyes roll back.

“Do you like fucking me, E? Does it feel good?” He nods, groaning when you remove your fingers from his mouth and slap him hard across the face. He looks up at you with gritted teeth and a harsh look in his eyes.

“You’re getting it when we get home, angel. I hope you know that.”

“Can’t wait.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #switch!reader #switch! ethan landry #Ethan landry smut #scream 6

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redr0sewrites · 20 days

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So bc u requested Adam and/or Lute stuff I'd like to request Adam x male!reader? Like literally anything that comes to your mind, idc if it's sfw or nsfw I just crave it °^° (also if you're not comfy with writing male reader that's totally cool too, in that case just ignore this)

I HAVW NO QUALMS AB WRITING MALE READER NONNIE DW!!!! ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, male!reader, overall adam's usual shenanigans

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

you can NOT look me in the eyes and tell me adam does not have some form of internalized homophobia, and the minute he starts catching feelings for you i genuinely think he'd have a mini crisis

because of his major fuckboy personality he has a LOT of experience with flirting with women, but literally no experience with flirting with men

adam is still pretty confident however, and would probably approach you first.

i think he'd have to be friends with you to catch feelings for you in the first place, so he's probably around you pretty often

adam is very subconsciously flirty with you, but in a much more genuine way without his usual bravado. he doesn't even realize how soft he acts around you, but others can tell by the way his eyes always follow you and how he seems to orbit around you, or the way he'll purposefully stand as close as possible when he's talking to you. theres also the fact that he's literally always touching you, whether it be an arm around your shoulders or a hand resting on your back, he just needs to be close to you. you attract him like a moth to a flame, even when he's in a crowded room all adam is focused on is getting your attention. even his casual hookups stop as he literally focuses all his time on winning you over, even he doesn't realize how much he likes you (everyone else can tell. theres a betting pool in heaven on when you both will get together and who will confess first, etc)

adam definitely acts like a BUFFOON around you, deep down he doesn't think someone like you would want to be with him and overcompensates by bragging constantly about all the woman he's liked in a slightly pathetic attempt to flirt with you and literally CONSTANTLY trying to get your attention. think of his usual flaunting attitude and then turn up the dial by 100%. he wants to be on your mind 24/7 the same way your on his mind all the time

meanwhile ur lowkey heartbroken, bc you think adam is straight and yet you can't get rid of your stupid ass crush on his stupid face!!!! it's honestly especially irritating because he'll flirt with you and call you so many petnames and nicknames and will always be touching you, so you think you have a chance, then all of a sudden he's talking about some girl he banged and you just feel a bit led on

its very amusing for lute to watch the both of you dance around eachother and your feelings, when you both so clearly like eachother but are too scared to do anything about it

honestly i think you'd both end up confessing to eachother in the middle of an argument, maybe your pissed at adam for bragging about the "super hot girl he banged last night" (she isn't real and he spent the entire night thinking about you) and he's pissed off that your getting mad at him instead of being impressed or falling in love with him

definitely one of those dramatic "because i LOVE you, okay?!" confessions i am cringe but i am free and adam just kinda stares at you for a hot minute

adam would literally be like "wait... YOU like ME???? i thought you HATED me????? IM the one who likes YOU!" in usual adam fashion, and you would literally be like -_-"YOU LIKED ME THIS WHOLE TIME??? WHY DIDNT U SAY ANYTHING????" his dumbass would literally be like "I WAS TRYING TO??????" and all of this useless dialogue would literally just end in the two of you admitting your true feelings (much to lute's amusement who was recording the entire thing bc she NEEDS to win that bet)

once you both are officially together? prepare for adam to be the clingiest mf alive (in a cute way tho). he waited so long to be with you and literally became solely devoted to you for a WHILE before winning you over and it's probably been a hot minute since he's genuinely dated someone. sure, he's had hookups, but real, soulful relationships aren't common with him.

adam is ridiculously loyal to you, definitely one of those people who will be like "i have a bf 🙄" when someone random texts them, even if that person wasn't even interested in them romantically

LOVESSS flaunting you!! adam will bring you to every event he attends, he loves bragging about you and showing you off to all of heaven

if anyone ever gave you any shit about your relationship adam would literally drop kick them, he's very defensive about your guys' relationship and wants everyone to know that he loves you.

adam doesn't know shit about labels or sexuality so you probably have to teach him some things, i honestly think he'd be pansexual or just queer/unlabeled (i am totallyyy nooot projecting)

nsfw:

adam has been alive a long time and thought he tried everything sex related under the sun, but being with a guy opened a whole new world of possibilities

adam had explored with anal a bit before, but never with a partner. only in the late hours of the night when jerking off just wasn't enough, and he found himself with a strange temptation, his hands creeping lower and lower until he finally began to thrust his fingers in and out of his aching hole, tears welling in his eyes from a mix of humiliation and pure pleasure. yet, when he admitted to having tried fingering himself before, he also admitted something else- he had never managed to make himself cum, and had always gotten too embarrassed to push himself over the edge

he is a switch FIGHT ME. the first time your both intimate, adam absolutely talks so much shit about topping yet starts whining the second he begins fucking your tight cavern. this leads to you taking control and fucking him senseless, and adam is shocked at how much he enjoys it

he takes dick like a champ, he's a bratty sub at first but once you praise or degrade him, he's melting like putty in your hands

adam is sooo loud, he's a shameless moaner and everyone within a mile radius can hear his screams

you have to teach him how to give head, and he is surprisingly a very fast learner. adam lowkey gets off on how humbling it is to be below you, and he's also the type to get off on his partner's pleasure.

adam definitely has some sort of breeding kink, and when he's fucked dumb and so, so needy, he'll beg you to cum inside, whining about fucking a baby into him and babbling pure nonsense

even though it is quite literally impossible for either of you to get pregnant, he loves that kind of dirty talk. adam will pretend to be embarrassed about it but the thought of you breeding him or him breeding you is genuinely such a turn on for him

yall literally never use a condom im sorry 💀

adam would enjoy topping as well, i def think he enjoys fucking you and he loves fucking you senseless with pleasure

the first time he tops adam goes slow, he wants to learn more than anything and becomes incredibly skilled at reaching that sweet spot inside of you

adam is the first man, the original dick, and he definitely knows how to use it. he's such a fast learner when it comes to sex-related things, and memorizes everything about you and your body. he wants to know what makes you tick, and everything that pleases you or turns you on

adam is a pretty big guy and he can easily maneuver you into any position you want, he really likes hitting it from the back and loves fucking you from behind. he'd definitely pull your hair, forcing your head back so he could whisper absolute filth in your ear

i really really enjoyed writing this urgrhrgregregeh i love me some adam- im an afab person but im genderqueer/unlabeled and sometimes feel more masculine or more feminine, snd this was very fun to write bc i usually don't get requests for male reader or more masculine reader so yea i really really enjoyed this!!! also happy easter to anyone else who celebrates lmao i can't believe yall r getting smut from me on easter 💀

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honey-flustered · 1 month

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Teaser For…

Along For The Ride 2 (MDNI+18)

Farmer!Older!Beefy!Eddie Munson x Rich!Mean!Reader

You insist. “This is all my fault. I kissed you.”

“And I initiated the whole thing by getting on top of you.” Eddie argues.

“Only because I practically enticed you to reach over me.”

“Except you didn’t have to do much enticing, if any at all,” He says intensely, taking a step closer and hovering over you. “I knew you’d give me the goddamn joint but I reached for it because I…because I wanted to feel…shit, I—I don’t know. But what I did was wrong. In a way, I’m like your temporary boss—-mentor, even. It feels like some corrupt power dynamic I’ve established—-“

“I wanted it,” You say, thwarting his ‘power imbalance’ theory. “I kissed you because I wanted to. That’s it. I was horny, getting high, your lips were there, your body…god, your body was on mine and I wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt.”

You hadn’t noticed how intense things had become until you could hear your labored breaths; panting heavily and not once breaking eye contact.

“You were a gentleman,” You continued. “My brain was fogged up with lust and you could have easily taken advantage of that. You..did right by ending things before it got too far. My body doesn’t realize that. In fact, it still curses you for leaving me high and dry—or wet, for the matter. But you are, indeed, the more responsible adult between us.”

He laughs dryly, shaking his head. “Gentleman? If I stayed a second longer…if you asked me to…I’m not sure I’d have had the strength to stop it.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning, staring up at him with doe eyes. “What do we do now?”

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Working on it consistently and yall know it’s slow burn so when that sex scene hit, it’ll hit different lol

Read part 1 here

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secretaccountlol · 1 year

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Smut with Peter x Reader where it’s their anniversary ( wedding or dating you choose) and they go raw for the first time and Peter is a absolute mess plus his dick is sensitive

Hiii~! Hm so. Hopefully this is to your expectations-!

So I interpreted, this as a bit of a subby/switch Peter I hope that’s alright.

this also can be read any spidey too :3

Also you didn’t use any she pronouns so I went ahead and made the reader AFAB! :3

18+ no minors <3

Cw:overstimulation, unprotected sex, teasing,switch!reader, switch! Peter.

“Peter…”

“Yeeesss?”

“Why am I blindfolded?”

“Can I not surprise my fiancé?”

Peter says ‘fiancé’ with a French accent, putting extra flavor in the ‘e’.

“You can but why do I have to be blindfolded!”

“Mm cus it makes it more exciting?”

You groan, “get on with it, Pete!”

“Ugh! Ewww ungrateful!” Peter put on a false voice, you held your laugh trying to keep the appearance of annoyance.

“I can see trying not to smile, baby. Can’t fool me” even though you can’t see him grinning, you could feel it.

“Okay, you caught me but please no more waiting I’m excited!”

“Alright.”

You felt a woosh as your eyes adjusted to the light, a gasp emits from your mouth as you feel Peter hug you from behind.

“Like it?”

“Awh, Pete you shouldn’t have.”

The living room was decked out with fairy lights, your couch was made into a fort moved from its original place to make way for big comfy blankets and pillows replaced it, with your favorite snacks and drinks in the middle and your head turned to the tv.

“Peter…” you feel a press of a kiss on your cheek as your eyes glitter with tears, an album of your best moments together plastered on the screen, some of the pictures were just of you when you weren’t looking at Peter. He liked that, taking pictures of you off guard, it was “artistic” he said.

“Do you like it?” You nod squeaking out a “yes”, it was clear you liked it but Peter always needed that extra reassurance.

You run over to the fort, you can’t contain your joy.

“Wait wait, before we sit down.” Peter puts his hands out before shooting his webs to grab a bag on the counter.

“Matching PJs.” Peter shrugs and you squeal with delight.

“Peter.”

“Yes, love?”

Your eyes train on Peter, biting your lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing nothing- just..I-I uhm have a ‘surprise’ b-but I feel like it’s lame compared to” you pause motioning all around the room, “This!”

“You know I don’t care about how grand it is.” Peter nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle.

“W-well uhm. I-hh..”

Peter leans into you, eyebrows raised awaiting your answers.

“I-..started taking birth control. S-so we could ..”

“Do it without a condom?” Peter finished your sentence, his eyes glossed over, you nod you couldn’t get the words out so you’re glad he said it for you.

“I-i wanted it to be a surprise for our anniversary” you fiddle with your PJs you lift to see his eyes, his jaw was clenched as you scanned his face your eyes naturally travel down to his bulge.

The fabric strained against it you wet your lips instinctively stealing a glance at Peter’s lust-blown eyes, “I’m not gonna lie..I-i really I want to fuck you right now.”

“I mean” you pause, biting your lip, “I-I told you for a reason.”

You watch that as a glint in Peter started to form, the same glint you always see when you know he’s about to tease you.

“Tell me what you need, pretty one?” Peter’s hand's inch up your thighs, his head dipped down low to try to meet your eyes.

“Pete..”

“Come on, you can do it.” Pete’s lips graze your cheeks, his mouth near your ear now.

“We won’t get anywhere with silence, y’know? Communication is key right?”

“R-right.”

Peter holds your chin hostage forcing you to stare into his eyes, “What do you wanna do, hm?”

Your eyes wander a bit before you snap back to him via his hands gripping your chin hard, it makes you whimper.

“I guess you don’t wanna-“

“No!”

You close your eyes, breathing through your nose because opening them again, “n-no I.. I want t..to have sex with you…!” Your lips wobble after you spoke, he knew you were shy and he loved to exploit it.

“Now was that so bad?” Peter smirked as you broke out of your shy trance, you push him away

“Oh fuck you! You know I get flustered when you do that stuff!”

Peter’s hands play with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, “can’t help myself, you look so cute when your all embarrassed like that” Peter discards your pajamas top leaving your bare chest on display, you feel the urge to be modest but you know how Parker would react. His hands hooked onto your PJS bottoms, you lifted to help him slide them off you.

“God I’ll never get tired of looking at you, y’know that?” Pete traces your nipples with his tongue before undoing his shirt and pants.

You hum in agreement, “What’s with the rush, Petey?” you tease, well try to at least you leaned into his face, planting kisses gently which were returned in good favor. “Mm, when’d you learn how to tease?” Pete’s hands were soft as they cupped your face.

“You”

“Me?” he giggled as you nodded, “Nice to know I rub off on you.” His fingers creep up the sides of your body, eventually reaching your boobs giving them a squeeze then rubbing them in soft soothing circles.

“Pun intended”

“You’re so corny! we’re about to raw dog for the first time and you're making puns?” You climb into his lap, pouting to keep yourself from laughing at his antics.

“Mm, cus I know it makes you happy and cus I know you're nervous..” Petey smiles as your eyebrows arch.

“Mm? I’m not nervous bout that..” your head tilts in confusion until it hits you, he’s nervous. “Aw babe..” you shift your weight, pressing your core into his bulge.

Peter’s breath hitched, “I’m not nervous at all, I can’t wait to feel you cum in me.” Your eyelid lowered, your hands picking at his boxers, before diving into them, fishing out his cock.

Your hands glided up and down his cock, Peter's sharp breath made you grin your pace sped up in the effort for more. “Fuck-! W-who are you? W-what have you done to my fiancé?” Peter smirks in false control, only to be interrupted by a kiss from you.

“S-so soft.. I-i love your hands-“ Peter’s hands grasp your wrist, “but I don’t wanna c-cum there.” You pull your hand away, leaning back to study his face as his hands went to return to favor. Slithering into your waistband, “god, you’re so wet..I can’t wait to fuck you” Peter groans, his fingers slipping up and down your slit, probing your hole.

Your hips buck up with soft sighs, “No point in w-waiting, I’m wet e-enough..” you lift letting Peter slip off your underwear, “I wanna see your f-face when you enter me” you felt hot, you’ve never been this straightforward with him before but you could tell he relished it.

Peter nodded, breathless as you lined yourself with him. You grasp his dick, you push the tip against your clit, letting your slick cover it.

“Fuck- god! That.. that feels so good..” Peter’s words were through gritted teeth. “P-please baby put it in..” you feel a fire ignite in you, you want more.

You leaned against his chest, allowing your body to grind against his cock, letting your pussy slip up and down, “bab-baby fuck that feels so good. Please please- l-let me fuck y-you.” His voice was higher than usual, hands on the floor gripping the sheets, his hips trying but failing not to thrust into you.

“I’m sorry I was just getting payback for all the times you’ve edged me” you leave kisses on his lips, as you guide his dick to your hole, letting yourself slide onto it, agonizingly slow moaning as you adjust. Your eyes gazed at Peter, his mouth open but no words or sounds just pure bliss, his eyebrows knitted together, head thrown back.

You raise yourself, slamming back down, skin colliding on skin making a delicious smacking sound.

Peter whimpers, “fuckfuckfuck- you feel like heaven oh my god! So..sososo warm ohh.”, his hands instantly are off the floor and onto your hips. “Please d-don’t stop..! D-don’t stop pleasepleaseplease…!” Peter’s whines filled the air, his voice made your insides clench.

“Aah- fuckfuck- please do that again. Fuck! it feels so good.” His hands use your hips as handlebars, using them to push and pull you up and down his cock. “M-more more more I need more..! Nngh-“

“Oh god- Pete! Mmhn- “ your legs hug him tight, driving him deeper into hitting directly into your g spot, your head is thrown back as it hits over and over again.

Peter whines, “ooh-“ his thrust are sloppy as he fucks himself into you. “N-never been so dee-ahh…!“ Peter's hands are quickly planted on your back, laying you down, returning to hips in seconds.

A crushing grip, that will leave bruising marks to be remembered and kissed upon tomorrow. Peter’s whimpers swell in your mind as your own choked moans spill out your mouth.

Your hands travel down to your clit rubbing furious circles as you sob in pleasure. “P-peter! Mmmh- so fast..!” Your free hand pulls his head down for a kiss, his shaky breaths against your soft lips, you muffle both of your moans with a searing kiss.

Tongues and teeth clashing in a mess of lust and love, little whispers of “I love you” bounce back and forward as eyes gaze at each other through hazy vision and tears.

“Ooh..Pete-“ your eyes close as you buck up, “S-say my name again, please..” soft touches of the cheek compel you to say again and again, Parker’s fingers dig into your skin as his thrust becoming harder and harder making your body shake as your eyes pinched.

You arch as you feel yourself clenching, pressure building up more and more at your core. Peter keeps his tempo as you squirm, “g-gon-“ your hands go haywire as you let out a scream.

Your ears ring as you pant, fingers splayed out on his chest. “Oooh” Peter whines out more obscenities as he fucks you through your orgasm, “Y-y..fuck even more wet..I’m- fuck soosososo cl-“ peter sobs, hiccuping as his moans get louder.

“Fuck! Ilov- Mm! Iloveyousomuch!!” Peter's rough fingers make their way to clit, harsh and fast strokes make you whine, your body moves against your will trying to match his thrusts.

“I-I’m - shitshitshit- imcummin’!” Peter’s eyes roll back as he pumps into you, a warm pressure courses through your body as Peter's cock pulses in you, “Hhn-oh I-I can feel you in me..” you push your body against his cock, Peter throws his head back as obscenities flow out of his mouth.

“Ah-..! Y-you mm- you're practically milking me. Fuck-“ Peter presses down on your stomach you groan in delight. “I-I’m g-gunna cum again, Ah-mmhnn!” You throw back again, convulsing with pleasure.

“M-me too, fuck your- “ Peter grunts as crams more

cum into your hole, “Y-ya take it..take it”

The room was stuffy, both your heads were spinning as you breathed as you stared at each other.

“T-that was..”

“Amazing, spectacular, sensational?”

You half-hazard hit him, “You’re such a goofball!”

“Mmm, you love it though. Dontcha?” Peter winks with his head tilted, his hair stuck up and all different ways.

“Hate to admit it, but you’re right.” You ruffle his hair.

#tasm!peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #mcu!peter x reader #tasm #sub!peter parker #switch!peter Parker #switch!reader

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mamayan · 6 months

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Psp psp 👀 genya thirsts please? 🤲

Nonnie I’m literally full of them of course— I personally see Genya as a switch so we’ll be playing around with that here (even though I adore him as a submissive too).

Genya Shinazugawa Thirsts ★彡

cw: NSFW • Fluff • Genya HC • A lil angst • GN! Reader • Praise Kink • Suggestive Themes • Oral mentioned • Switch! Genya (not really Dom, more pleasure top at best tbh) • Slightly Top!/Switch! Reader

Genya isn’t shy in the traditional sense. He’s not afraid of being the one to confess his love first, or even being rejected.

Problem is, he expects to be rejected. He’s understanding of it even. His own perception of self worth revolves around his ability to be useful, and while he’s proud to call himself a Demon Slayer, he finds himself lacking as a man a lot of the time.

He looks up to Sanemi and adores him a great deal, but doesn’t use him as a role model for love and expressing it. Instead he looks at Gyomei, a gentle and pious man who gives advice like “write a love poem from the depths of your heart.”

So when Genya confesses and he’s not rejected? He’s the sort to follow advice given to the letter, which makes for comically awkward and tender approaches.

Genya will present you with flowers, carefully arranged, but he knows nothing of flowers, so you’ll be sneezing immediately. They’re super pollen filled and smell obnoxious, but your heart will be full from the thought and effort alone. He apologizes profusely. Then will come the love letters, but as a Shinazugawa, the words of love will boarder on threats. “My heart burns when I see you, so much love fills me that I feel it may be the end for me in your presence.” You’ll wonder if he’s joking or has a heart condition. He knows he’s got a mean and scary looking face, many have told him so, and to remedy that… he will even wear makeup to make himself look less scary! (This may have been pointed out by Inosuke, his heart in the right place but the end results more for humor than anything). It’s too late by the time Tanjiro comes to rescue his friend, you’re in tears laughing at the clown his friends turned him into. It works on making him less scary to you though—

He’ll relax eventually, but he’s stiff and terrified of making even the smallest mistake… and the end result of that is making tons of mistakes. Once he realizes he can truly be himself, he’s the sweetest most devoted man you could ask for. He’s less prickly than his older brother, more ready to fall head first into the love jar with you. He’s a sap, truly seeing you as an angel who can do no wrong.

When it comes to being physical, he loves pda. Except, he likes it most when you show it. He’s constantly being rejected publicly or privately by his dearest elder brother, so when you show claim over him? It makes him ecstatic! Throw an arm around his waist, hold his hand, hug him, kiss him even. Show the world he belongs to you. It makes him melt into a puddle. He’ll even get a little smug if you do it in front of his friends, smirking even as his face goes molten red. He’ll pass away if you sit on his lap though, be careful of his weak heart. Tough exterior doesn’t translate to inside unfortunately.

Genya is a gentleman despite his rough appearance, he’s waiting on you to make all the first moves. He’s asking permission and consent constantly thereafter, and he’s very keen on your body language. You’ll have to ignore his body language when he tells you to, because despite his wishes he tenses up and freezes sometimes when he gets embarrassed. It takes a little for him to relax after that happens, just keep kissing him please, he’ll beg if he has to.

That’s how it’s like with deeper intimacy too, Genya becomes whiny and shy, stuttering and a bit foolish. He’s just desperate for you, make no mistake about it. He’s got good control though, holding still when you tell him, being very good for you. Use him for your pleasure, he really does insist. Genya’s favorite positions are any he can see you in, more specifically when you ride him.

He derives pleasure from you being pleased, so with oral he prefers to give rather than receive. Not that he doesn’t like receiving, your mouth on his cock leaves him a drooling mess, but Genya can find his end just by giving you head. Hearing you moan and cry for him makes him delirious with happiness, so use his Mohawk like a handle and hold on tight.

While Genya is giver, he does have a few triggers which set off a more dominant side of him. He can’t help himself honestly… usually it’s jealously. If someone else is flirting with you it riles him up. He gets more brash and mean, not towards you of course, but he does try and fight them quite readily. It leaves him insecure after too, afraid you’ll see his flaws and weakness and leave him.

So when you don’t, and when you comfort him, he just needs you.

Whining into your mouth how much he loves you, all while his hips pound you into the bed and you cum again. He’s fucking you stupid and not even on purpose, he’s just overcome with emotion he needs to let out, and what better way than to make love to you? Even if that love making turns into a sloppy fucking with your cute face pressed down and hips yanked high so he can kiss you inside a little deeper. He’s crying your name while he fills you up, and he really can’t help how his cock stays hard even after, thrusting again inside you soon after while you mewl and try to crawl away from all the pleasure and overstimulation.

He’s yanking you easily back onto his cock, head thrown back as he mindlessly babbles praises for you. “Ah fuck—so good on my cock, make me feel so fuckin’ good—l-love you, I love you—!” You’re too fucked out to do much else but cum for him, eyes watery and helpless as he shows you how much he loves you. Enjoy the stamina of Genya Shinazugawa, he’s got endless energy. He’ll fuck you till he’s shooting blanks.

He’s so sweet after too, kissing and holding you, profusely apologizing of course because you passed out eventually, and thanking you too for making him feel so good. He’s running around heating up a bath, bringing you sweets or whatever you crave. He goes right back to your sweet ‘Nya once he’s secure in his heart again.

Feel free to take revenge after too. He won’t admit it until he’s denied his fourth or fifth orgasm, but he adores when you take charge and top him. Play away to your heart’s desire, Genya is able to take all you give him, like the good boy he is. Panting like a dog after you curb his orgasm again, his body tied up and spread for you to do whatever you please. He’ll cry, sob even, for release. Begging his master for mercy, while you coo and tease him. “Poor puppy, what’s wrong hm? I thought you loved everything I do.” You have him there, because he’ll admit his deepest secrets like this. “I-I do! I love it! T-tease me more, please, master, m-make a mess of me,” he’s adorable like this, obedient and cute all for you. He’ll probably want to die a little if you just leave him like that too, but he’s so cute, you’ll find it hard to just walk away— unless it’s a punishment of course.

Genya is open to most any kink you might have… as long as it doesn’t hurt you. He’s fine if the pain is directed at him, he can take it after all, but he won’t do any breath play, no tight bondage, no whips or chains for you unless you’re the one wielding them, and of course no sharing you. Genya would rather tear someone’s eyes out and light them on fire than let them even see you naked. It makes him feral and enraged immediately. However, the thought of being seen with you doing something to him, makes him wildly aroused.

Genya would never bring it up in a regular conversation, but he’s got a small exhibition kink. If he were the one to been seen tied up and naked with you playing with him? He may just cum immediately. It ties into you claiming him too, showing how much he is to you, who he belongs to.

Genya also has a praise kink. It works both ways too, he wants to be praised and praise you too. “Such a good boy Genya, my sweet love, filling me up so good,” his eyes are rolling back, hips stuttering as he begs to cum. “Y-you feel so good—fuck, tight—wanna be inside you forever, feel you wrapped a-around my cock like this till I die—!” He’s losing control when you cum.

Overall Genya is a top tier lover and golden find. He’s loyal, devoted, and filled with adoration to shower on you.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

#Yan answers #Genya thirsts #genya shinazugawa #switch! Genya #genya smut #switch!reader #shinaguzawa genya #Genya x reader #Genya x reader smut #Genya Shinazugawa smut #kny smut #kny thirst #Genya HC #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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hailey-murdock · 10 months

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Hey Hailey , can I make a Matt Murdock x reader request?

Reader is learning braille and reading a smut book. Matt is a little annoyed that you don't put this book down when he gets home and smells you getting wet reading it. One day he is home earlier than you and he starts reading this book and masturbates while doing so and at that moment Reader comes home.

Good boy

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, implied smut, fingering, m! masturbation, switch!Matt, a little of mean!Matt, switch!reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, exhibitionism, overstimulation, Mommy kink, erotica, mentions of sexual intercouse in a church

(lmk if im missing something)

WC: 2.1K

A.N: this is pure smut and its disgusting but I'm a whore for Matt so who cares, hope you enjoy nonnie. And thank you for this cause I went feral last night while writing this 💋

(Reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated)

Matt was sitting at his desk, sorting through some paperwork of a recent case he had taken with Foggy. When he heard the sound of the front door opening. He knew that it was you, you had gotten home early that day, so he decided to walk to the living room to see you after a long day at the office. To his surprise, he sensed that you were sitting in your usual spot on the couch, reading a book.

Matt walked over to kiss you only to catch a whiff of something peculiar in the air. He sniffed again and frowned. "Is everything alright sweetheart?" he asked.

You looked up from your book, trying to feign innocence. "Yeah, everything's fine," you said, but Matt could hear the slight waver in your voice. "I'm just reading."

It annoyed Matt that you weren't paying attention to him. You hadn't even kissed him or even taken your eyes off of your book when he came to see you.

Matt's suspicions only grew when he noticed that the book you were holding wasn't anything he recognized. He heard your fingers running over the paper just like he would to read his paperwork at work. Matt reached out to take it from you, but you quickly pulled it away. But he felt something different about this book, it was in braille and he got to feel at least what one word said. Moan. It said moan.

Were you-? No, that's impossible, Matt thought. He of course knew you were learning braille since you thought if you had learned more, you could help him out with more things about the apartment. Like the tags on his suits, paperwork, or even write him a love letter in braille but you couldn't be reading smut.

"It's nothing," you said, putting your hand over the cover, even though Matt obviously couldn't see it. You felt a bit embarrassed by it and Matt could feel how your blood rushed up to your cheeks.

He could smell your arousal in the air. He could practically taste it on his taste buds. The thought leaves his head and a new one comes to mind.

Matt thought this was a way to tease him, work him up. But Matt had other plans with you. He pulled away the book from you and he picked you up to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed the both of you against the wall.

You were so concentrated on your book that a gasp left your mouth at the sudden movements and it turned you on more. "Matt- please".

Matt groaned more as the taste and smell of your arousal grew stronger and it made his cock hardened and throb in the confines of his boxers. "Fuck- such a fucking needy slut. Needing to be taken care of isn't that right?"

You nodded rapidly as you didn't trust your voice to speak. "Words angel, I wanna hear you say it". Matt grinded his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Yes"

He wasn't satisfied with that answer and he grabbed your neck to look at him and you moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure all at once. You felt light headed, desire clouding your mind. The need of Matt's cock buried deep inside the warmth of your pussy.

And the sinful noise filling the bedroom. All of the moans, whines, grunts, and whimpers. The sound of your wetness dripping down his cock onto his thick thighs that you also loved to grind yourself onto. The slapping noise of Matt slamming into your cunt, making him go feral and pussydrunk.

"Yes what?" Even if Matt couldn't see if felt like his eyes were burning through your body as he waited for your answer.

"Yes s-sir". You bit your bottom lip when you felt Matt's hot breath down your neck as he left wet kisses down your throat as well.

"Mhmm good girl. My little girl can actually talk, who would’ve thought, I guess after all you aren't just a fuck toy for me to use, or are you?" Matt chuckled as he whispered his praise and degradation in your ear.

"I- I am your fuck toy sir. I'm yours to use, yours to fuck and bring you pleasure with my mouth or pussy". You had no idea where the boost of confidence came from to say all of this to Matt but you were loving it.

"I'm your good little slut to make you cum. What do you want sir? Do you want me to get on my knees and suck your cock? Or do you want my wet pussy waiting to be filled with your cum?" A small smirk appears on your face as you think you have taken control for tonight.

"Oh sweetheart, I love this little act you have going on. It's quite hot but I think you need a reminder of who's in charge". Without hesitation Matt moves his hand under your skirt and moves aside your soft panties. Put two of his thick fingers inside, pumping them fast in and out of your soaked pussy.

And Matt being the ever most cocky motherfucker that he is, smirked when he heard you moan his name and say a bunch of incoherent things. "Look at you, already becoming a mess, just by my fingers. Now imagine if I had my cock inside of you. Bet you would be cockdrunk, loving the way only I can make you feel good. How only I make you fucking stupid. I'm the only one who can or will ever make you feel this good, you hear me slut?"

You didn't know what made you more wet, Matt's fingers working inside of you or his filthy words. Matt was always a smooth talker, why should you be surprised. You became like a puddle, your legs gave out but Matt held you. His words hit you like a train, it made your slick drip down his wrist to his forearm. The way he worked his fingers made you throw your head back and whine at how fucking good he was.

Damn Matt Murdock. How you wanted to wipe off that smirk on his face. But you were in such a euphoric state that it didn't matter at the moment, you would handle him on another occasion. You nodded your head as he spoke so dirty to you, you submitted to him and Matt lived for that.

After a mind blowing orgasm that Matt gave you with just his fingers, you expected to get on your knees and maybe call it a night. Eat dinner, take a shower together and go to bed. But no, how extremely wrong you were.

"Don't think I'm done with you just yet sweetheart". The sinister grin on Matt's face gave it away that it was going to be a long night for the both of you.

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And just how you expected, it indeed was a long night. You woke up running late to work and it didn't help that your legs felt like jelly. Not long after Matt had woken up too and helped you getting ready and you both had agreed to meet back at the apartment for lunch.

Matt had left a bit more early from work than planned, he wanted to clean up the apartment a bit and cook for you. Once Matt started cleaning he came across something. It was your book, but this was the book you were reading yesterday. Matt wanted to know what it was, were you actually reading such filth?

He sat down debating whether he should or shouldn't read your book. But Matt caved into the curiosity. He opened the book and ran his fingers over the braille.

"He pushed his tongue into her vagina to get her as wet as possible. He moved his mouth to her clitoris and sucked gently on it as he inserted his fingers into her and kneaded her g-spot".

Matt cheeks color changed into a bright pink, this was why he smelled your arousal yesterday. It made Matt's cock twitch as he continued to read the book.

"Leigh bucked and moaned as he pushed in a third finger, then a fourth. She loved being penetrated, would even beg for it when he withheld it to punish her. But he couldn’t withhold himself from her today. In two hours they’d be married—joined spiritually and legally into one. But what mattered now was to be joined physically, sexually…and the sooner, the better".

Was this maybe what you wanted? To be fucked in a church where the two of you would get married in? Matt couldn't help but the groan that left his mouth as his growing erection was starting to become painful. The idea of you reading this on your own and touching yourself made Matt take off his belt and bucking his hips upwards into the air.

"Leigh’s breathing quickened as Bryce pushed his fingers even deeper into her wet heat. Her muscles tightened around his hand. He kneaded her clitoris even harder with his tongue until her whole body went taut and she cried out, her fluid pouring from deep within her and over his face".

Matt pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to wrap his hand around his cock. The tip was already swollen red with precum dripping down, if only you were there to lick it up from his balls all the way up to his tip.

"By the time he got back to his feet, he’d already opened his pants and freed his erection. He didn’t even let Leigh catch her breath. He shoved himself into her hard and deep, thrusting without mercy or apology. He wanted her raw from sex when she walked down the aisle, every step reminding her of his desire for her."

Matt fists his cock roughly, he knew he didn't have much time and you could get home at any moment and catch him in such a vulnerable act. Oh, but how it made him groan, he wanted you to find him like this. It made him think of all those times he'd fucked you in the bathroom at some stupid work conference with a bunch of egocentric lawyer.

Or that one time that he couldn't wait til home to fuck you and he pull you out to a office and the window wide open, so that New York could see who was the one who could fuck you into an oblivion. His grunts and moans only grew louder, blocking every other of his senses. Matt could still taste you on his mouth from last night and he was so close to cumming until-

You were already on your way to have lunch with Matt. You had even stopped by at a restaurant for takeout and as you approached the door you heard a groan. Immediately you thought Matt had open a wound he had gotten while on patrol a few nights ago. And as you walked into the door to go help him, you heard a moan and your name.

Your heart started to beat faster when you saw Matt on the couch with your book and his fist around his cock. The smirk on your mouth was inevitable, you watched him for a few minutes. The minute you saw Matt's face twist into a face he would make before cumming you cleared your throat.

Matt stopped his movements and his breathing was heavy, sweat had formed on his forehead and his cheeks were red in embarrassment.

"Sweetheart- I didn't-". He had tried to justify himself but it was useless. You had put the pieces together.

"I didn't say to stop, did i?" You moved to sit in front of Matt staring at his weeping cock aching for release.

"N-no….you didn't". Matt spoke so softly that it was barely a whisper. You cooed at him. This was your opportunity to take control after your intent from yesterday.

"Then be a good boy for mommy and keep touching yourself, and you're not cumming until I say so, do you understand?"

Matt just whimpered, feeling so sensitive that he bit his lip and nodded.

You pulled his hair back to grab his attention. And Matt being a sucker for pain, moaned loudly at the pain. "Answer me Matthew or you won't cum at all".

"Y-yes mommy, I u-understand". Matt needed you to touch him, your small but soft hands felt so much better than his hand. But he was willing to follow and obey your every command.

"Good boy". You let go of his hair and sat back down to watch him in awe. Maybe the both of you should have lunch together more often.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #daredevil smut #switch!matt #mean!matt #switch!reader

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dizazter-dragoon · 10 months

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CW: Minors DNI, suggestive blurb, don't use fights as foreplay irl, as always characters are aged up

Just,,,The idea of Bakugou liking getting kidnapped or held for ransom by shitty villains on occasion just to rile reader up is very funny to me. Like most of the time, reader is just a sweet mid-low rank support hero until Bakugou is involved and then it's like a switch flip to vigilante mode that he loves.

Bank Robber: I'll let the hostages go in exchange for a Pro-Hero!

Bakugou: Oh no...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and then 15 minutes later Bakugou's doing stretches in a quirk collar because he knows you're gonna spend the next week staking your claim on him after your feral ass beats the everloving shit out of the unfortunate villainous bastard

Just- Bakugou watching reader bust in on the villain's shoddy hideout, and leaning his head back to show a bruise below his collarbone "I dunno babe, looks like a hickey to me" (｀∀´)Ψ

#Bakugou: You gonna let the only mark on me be some extra's? Tch #Reader: ChallengeAccepted BakuBrat #Could he get out the low quality restraints without his quirk? yes #But how else is he gonna play up the 'damsel in distress' bit?#Bakugou thinks getting “kidnapped” on occasion is worth watching his switch!reader dom from the bottom afterwards #-And then spends the rest of the week showing reader how it's done #Might make this into an actual fic #bnha thirst #minors do not interact #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #switch!reader #gn!reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #Zaz drabbles

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whaddayadothatfor · 11 months

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Lucky Like A Four Leaf Clover

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami

Summary: When Nanami finds you after Gojo has had his way with you, you wish the ground would swallow you whole. However, Nanami and Gojo give you something else to swallow instead.

Content warnings: Nanami-centric, aloof-Gojo, dub-con, switch!Gojo, switch!Reader, dom!Nanami, sex toys, dirty talk, edging, overstim, MFM, feelings(bleh), too much plot

AN: Y’all the plot in this chapter took me forever. Plus, I graduated university so I’ve been a bit busy. I’ve been watching Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte with the rest of the world so if anything in here reminds you of that, no it doesn’t. Unedited. Enjoy!!

WC: 7.7k+

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Taglist: @clora95 @timeoveritasconsumofigmentum @mc-reborn @julian0800

Oh God, if you love me, please let the Earth open up and swallow me whole, you thought to yourself desperately. No such luck.

You were still stuck, quite snuggly, underneath your bed. God must put out-of-towners on a waiting list.

Figures.

“Gojo, what on Earth have you done?” Nanami’s voice brought you back down to Earth. He sounded more serious than you had ever heard him. “We had a plan. All you needed to do was have patience.”

His last comment made you pause. A sudden realization made the contents of your stomach curdle. What plan? He couldn’t mean that they had been plotting to get in your pants, right? Before you could ask, Gojo cut you off.

“Nanami, you’d have ignored the plan too if you’d seen what she looked like. Besides, she didn’t seem to mind when she was fucking herself on my fingers,” he said arrogantly. His comments made anger surge through you. Unfortunately, you also have a degradation kink, so you clenched around him. It made him grunt in surprise. “See?”

Nanami ignored him, opting to pull him out of the way and yanking him out of you. Even though his dick had softened slightly, it was still a stretch and it felt uncomfortable enough that you winced. Gojo landed on his butt with a thud.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you okay?” His tone was gentler than it had been when he first came in.

“Please leave. This is literally so embarrassing.” And it was. Not just one, but two of your best guy friends have now seen your bare pussy. The same friends that, apparently, had been waiting for the right time to fuck you. The same two guy friends that you’ve tried—and failed— at falling out of love with.

There’s only one option left. You’ll have to change your name and move to another country. Guatemala is nice this time of year, you’ve heard. You’ll have to figure out how to break your new lease, though your new landlord will be pissed—

“I can’t do that yet, sweetheart. I have to make sure you’re okay. Can you come out from under the bed?” He coaxed. He was met with silence. Finally, Gojo chimed in. You had almost forgotten he was there, as being quiet was uncharacteristic for him.

“She’s stuck, Nanami.”

“Stuck?”

“Like how one might get stuck in porn, yes.” He said it so matter-of-factly that you would have laughed had it not been you who was in this predicament. You could tell that this threw Nanami off of his rhythm, as nothing happened for a second. Then you heard a commotion above you.

Nanami lifted the mattress off of the bed frame, and although you couldn’t see him still, you at least had some light to see the space in front of you. Hmm. You had wondered where the charger to your vibrator has gone. Now you know.

You can finally see what your wrist had gotten snagged on. It was some old wire slinky toy that you had gotten as a party favor from a carnival themed college festival during your first semester at university. The wires were hanging out out of the box they had been carelessly thrown into and bent out of shape in a way that you could put your wrist through but would have trouble getting it out the same way it came in. Who knew sentimentality would end up being your downfall?

“Wait just a minute. I’m going to untangle your hair and then we’ll get your wrist untangled okay?” His voice was so soft and gentle that it was hard not to feel comforted. He always had a way of making you feel safe.

You mumbled okay in response and he got to work in gently removing the knot that had worked itself around one of the metal bars of the bed frame. When that was finished, he instructed Gojo to move the bed frame away from you. He walked the short distance over to you and kneeled down to untangle your wrist.

His worried stare bore down into you. It made you feel a bit fluttery, if you were being honest. Your wrist had gotten a bit scratched and bruised from the constant back and forth movement with Gojo. At the sight of your injury, Nanami grimaced. After he finished, he gathered you in his arms and directed more commands at Gojo.

“Gojo, go get the first aid kit and then start a bath. After that, wait in the living room—“

“Nanami, you can’t just—“ Gojo stopped himself abruptly. You looked at Nanami to see why— the man looked furious. Before this, you had only ever seen him mildly irritated, either at Gojo and your antics or from a problem at work. But that was nothing compared to this. He looked like he wanted to kill Gojo.

“You’ve done enough. I’ll deal with you later. Go.” The finality in his voice was enough for Gojo to not put up a fight. Gojo went to do as he was told and Nanami returned all of his attention to you. “What do you need?”

A million thoughts swam around your head at once. What did you need? A snack, for one. A hot shower, for another. A fat nap. But none of those came out. Instead, you asked him—

“What did you mean that this ‘wasn’t in the plan’. What plan?” Nanami froze. Then, he began to walk around your room and bathroom. He was gathering all of your night clothes and prepping the bath for you to take. You watched him as your ire started to grow.

“Uh, hello?” You said. “Did you forget about me? What plan?” Still, Nanami steadfastly ignored you and covered you with your comforter. Gojo came in to drop off the first aid kit, but at the mention of the plan, he hastily made his exit.

Nanami grabbed the first aid kit to clean and bandage your wrist, but when he moved to touch you, you jerked away from him. His hurt expression almost made you forget about the whole thing, but you held your ground. You needed to know if they had been planning on using you the entire time, or if maybe it’s something else. Either way, your friendship was changing.

“Why won’t you answer me, Nanami? I know you heard me. What plan?” You pushed.

“I was going to. I just wanted to take care of you first. Then, I-I’ll explain everything.” Nanami said. His face was flushed and his voice was downcast. He looked so pitiful that you acquiesced. You could wait a few minutes for the truth.

He took great care in bandaging your wrist and taking you down the hall to where your bathroom was so he could help you bathe. When you got there, the bath was full of warm water and soapy suds, courtesy of Gojo. He had even dug out your favorite fluffy bath towel from one of the boxes. You would have never guessed he could follow directions so well.

When Nanami set you down onto the edge of the bath tub, you stared him down, one eyebrow cocked upwards.

“What? You want another free show?” You bit out, annoyed. He grimaced.

“I’ll be outside. Call for me, and I’ll bring you a change of clothes,” he said softly. He walked out and gently closed the door behind him.

With that, you slowly eased yourself into the tub. As the heat penetrated your bones and washed away the sweat and dried cum, it also washed away your anger. You began to feel bad about how you treated Nanami. He’s not the one who got you stuck under the bed, and he’s not the one who fucked you under it either. He’s been really sweet to you the entire time.

Maybe there might be a less shitty explanation to “the plan” than you think. With that thought, you called out for Nanami so he could bring you a change of clothes and maybe then you could apologize for taking your embarrassment and anger out on him. However, you were met with silence.

That’s strange. Nanami usually has impeccable hearing, to the point that it can be unnerving and a little annoying. Wondering what could be holding him, you dried off and wobbled towards the door in your towel, the soreness in your pelvis making itself known after such a rude reintroduction to fucking.

When you opened the bathroom door, you heard voices down the hall. It must’ve been important if neither of them heard you call for Nanami. You exited the bathroom slowly, creeping down the hall to snoop on their conversation. You got there, only to hear a snippet of their conversation.

“Nanami, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. If she hated us, she would’ve called the police—“ Gojo started, but Nanami cut him off.

“Who’s to say she won’t?” Nanami argued.

“You worry too much, Nanami. Forget about your plan. I think she’s already in love with us—“

“I swear to God, if you’ve ruined my chance with the love of my life, I’ll kill you,” Nanami said. You gasped, but it was audible enough for them to hear as the conversation went quiet. You heard Nanami sigh deeply. “You can come out now, sweetheart.”

You came around the corner, face warm and body wrapped in a towel. You find it hard to look them in the eyes.

“Y/N? Can you look at me?” Nanami gently prodded. You tried to meet his eyes, but suddenly the red wine stain in your carpet from three years captivated your attention. Suddenly, Nanami was there kneeling down in front of you and staring into your eyes. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears and the shock of seeing this strong man being brought to tears forced you back.

He didn’t let you get far. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards him, your soft stomach meeting his chin as he looked up at you. His eyes were so full of desperation.

You looked over to Gojo, his arms were crossed and his face was pensive. He refused to meet your eyes. A light blush dusted his cheeks. You were starting to feel a little hopeful.

“Just let us explain,” he started. You nodded. You couldn’t help but to stroke Nanami’s hair. You had never really gotten the chance to do it before now, but you figured that they’d already crossed too many lines and personal boundaries tonight for them to admonish you.

“When Gojo and I met you, you were unlike any other woman we had ever met. At first, it felt great to have someone who only ever wanted friendship from us.” Nanami took a breath, and that’s when Gojo began. He moved off of the couch and towards you.

“But little did we know that your sweet innocence would drive us insane. When we would flirt with you, you wouldn’t notice. We had been stuck squarely in the friend zone.” Gojo said, tone jovial as he stood to your side, close enough that your shoulder touched his chest.

“We? You’re.. both in love with me?”

“That’s the plan I mentioned,” Nanami resumed. “We knew that convincing you to love just one of us would be difficult enough, but both? So I thought of a five-year plan— one that would slowly introduce the idea of maybe you being with the both of us, if you were willing—“

“Instead of, I don’t know, just asking me? I mean, what if I had dated someone else—“ you ignored the dark look they shared with one another and continued. “Or what if I had, I don’t know, missed the signs? Everyone here knows that I am pretty oblivious.”

And you were. You wouldn’t know subtle if it slapped you in the face.

“That’s what I said! But Nanami swore up and down that this extremely convoluted and time-consuming plan was the best way to woo you—“

“Which is ridiculous! Who waits five years to confess?”

“Me.” Nanami said. “I… didn’t want to risk losing you.”

“Oh.” You responded. What else could you say? The usually rigid man had blown you away with his confession.

“I am… in love with you. I cannot speak for Gojo, but I have been since you walked into that classroom my junior year. I have been in love with you at every study session, every work event, every Friday night karaoke session. I have loved you when you were near me and when we were apart.”

He kissed your hand, the one that had been resting on his head, and nuzzled his face into it. He looked at you with such yearning that it was a wonder you could’ve missed him feeling this way about you.

“He’s not the only one,” Gojo interrupted. “I have never felt this way about anyone. I can’t put it into words like him, but I’m in love with you. So much so that I’m willing to share if it means that I’ll get to have even a piece of you.” And for Gojo, a rich kid who has never had to share anything, that meant a lot.

You were stunned. So much has happened in one day. It was hard to process any of it.

Nanami, taking your silence as an indication of how you felt, began to course correct.

“Of course, we understand how you feel. We’d never… never want to hurt you. If you ask us to, we’ll leave—“

“Speak for yourself. I’m never leaving.” Gojo interjected. Nanami shot him an annoyed look before continuing.

“If you ask us to leave, I will drag him away from here and we will leave you alone forever.” His voice trembled slightly but you could tell he meant it, even though he wanted you to say anything else.

“But what if I don’t want you to leave? Either of you?” You questioned, though it was really rhetorical.

Their faces were hilarious. Mouths wide open and eyebrows raised nearly to their hairline, you supposed they expected literally any other outcome.

“Wait, seriously?” Gojo asked, his voice full of awe and disbelief. You nodded and grinned at him.

“I mean I’ve kinda loved you the entire time, but I just never said anything because i didn’t want to make you uncomf—“ you responded, but before you could finish, you were cut off as Nanami pulled you downwards so he could kiss you.

The man could kiss. He kissed like he studied it for four years and earned a diploma. His kiss was domineering and exacting. His mouth moved along with yours in sync, refusing to give you even a moment’s rest. You had to push against his chest for a moment of reprieve.

Which is exactly what you didn’t get, as Gojo pulled you away from Nanami’s embrace into his own. He wasted no time melding his lips with yours, kissing and biting your neck when you mumbled your need for air during the rare moments your lips weren’t touching. His touch was just as overwhelming and invigorating.

Nanami, not to be outdone, kisses and sucks anywhere he can touch, including the place where your shoulder meets your neck. It makes your knees weak and your grip on flimsy towel loosen. It’s only when your towel drops completely that both men pause.

The way Gojo’s eyes darken as they trail down the front of your body makes your pussy clench. However, the soreness has not taken a rain check even though your horniness has made a reappearance. You wince at the pain and that’s something neither of your boys can ignore.

Gojo swiftly bends down to pick up your towel and wrap you a like a burrito. Nanami then picks you bridal style and carries you to your room. You’re a bit mystified as to why. Here you were, naked and vulnerable after confessing your feelings and they just take you to bed? Yeah, you’re sore but they don’t know that. It’s not like you said anything.

You grab Nanami’s tie as he lays you down on top of your bed, that has been magically reassembled and remade (likely the job of Nanami, God bless him), to stop him from leaving so soon.

“So you have me naked and willing and you don’t want me? What gives?” You said, a bit miffed. Nanami groans, and you realize that that sound is probably one of the sexiest sounds known to planet Earth.

“You’ve had a long, hard day. If I were to fuck you right now, you’d have an even longer and harder night ahead of you. I need you to be well-rested, because what I plan to do with you will require you to be at full health.” He explains, voice low and husky.

“We, Nanami. Don’t forget about me,” Gojo chimes in, leaning on the doorway to your room. He makes his way over to you, laying down next you and resting his head on his palm.

“Plus, old boy’s scout honor Nanami over here has little self control when it comes to you. The amount of times I’ve heard him jacking off after one little phone call with you—“

“That’s enough, Gojo.” He ordered, but his face was flaming red. It looked as red as yours felt. “We.. also want you to be sure.” At this, you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to change my mind, Nanami. I want you both.” Your declaration had Nanami grabbing your face and kissing you passionately and slowly. Only stopping once he’d run out of breath.

“Fuck, I’ll be back in two days. Two days to decide if you really want us, or if you’d rather we disappear out of your life forever,” he whispers, his lips so close they brush yours when he speaks. Gojo finishes his sentence for him.

“Think carefully, because if you say yes to us, we’re never letting you go.”

Two days later

You finished moving into your new apartment, though the boys did all the heavy lifting. Nanami forced Gojo to unpack most of your boxes, so you wouldn’t have to.

Gojo even promised to buy you food for the whole week since you couldn’t cook on account of your “sorely bruised wrist”. In all honesty, it’s not that bad. You just bruise easy. However, that’s not gonna stop you from milking this for all it’s worth.

One, he fucked you without asking first, and while you enjoyed it, you figured he deserved to suffer a little. Plus, he comes from a rich family and has a nice cushy job. Who knows when you’ll get the stingy man to be so generous again? He’ll be fine.

You decided a few weeks ago to request your vacation days for the whole week since you had to move apartments and you wanted time to recover. It came in handy as you needed a couple days for your ability to walk normally to return. Now, you’re waiting for Nanami and Gojo to come over after work.

It had been a couple of days after you shared your feelings and you were ready to see your boys again. Not just because your coochie had recovered either.

Nanami, to ensure that you weren’t being forced into something you didn’t want, made sure that he and Gojo left you alone for the full two days, so you could make a decision without their influence.

To be honest, you missed having them around. Nanami and Gojo had been such a consistent part of your life that to not have them around them made you sad. You missed goofing off and complaining about work with them. It just wasn’t the same without Gojo bothering the hell out of you or Nanami lecturing you both.

However, Nanami had, as promised, given you two days to decide what you wanted. He would be over later to hear your response.

In anticipation for tonight, you decide to shower and throw on something comfy with easy access. Just as you finish getting ready, Nanami sent you a text letting you know that they were both on their way.

Well, you might as well stretch before they come over. Don’t want to pull a muscle after all.

Right after you finished, you heard three sharp knocks on your door in quick succession.

Game time.

You walked over to the door and hesitated before opening it. Are you really ready to do this? If you let them in, it couldn’t ever go back to the way it was. Your luck was usually pretty rotten— that train of thought was interrupted by a series of rapid banging against the door. Gojo, most likely. You rolled your eyes, but a sudden, unexpected rush of affection filled you. Maybe change is good, maybe your luck is changing.

With that thought, you open the door without warning. Gojo sort of stumbles forward, not expecting you to open the door so quickly.

“Oh good, you’re home.” He said with a sigh of relief. You realized that he must’ve been worried about you changing your mind, despite the confidence he had two days prior. The thought made you smile.

“Where else would I be?” You respond coyly. A wide grin takes over his face and he leans down to kiss you, one that’s quick but full of passion. The kiss leaves you a bit dazed but nonetheless pleased.

With that, you look over to Nanami. Fresh off of work, he was still dressed in a suit and tie and looking unsure and uncomfortable, which wouldn’t do at all. So, you reached out for his tie and yanked him down to your level before kissing the life out of him.

“I told you I wouldn’t change my mind,” You said softly. “Come inside.”

Reassured now, you could see his calm facade breaking down bit by bit before it snapped. He swept you up into his arms and walked straight towards your bedroom, kissing you any place he could reach. Gojo was hot on his heels, impatient for his turn.

“I was going to wait. I wanted to take you out, somewhere nice first.” He set you down on the bed, standing in-between your legs as he began to take off his tie. “But you’re so goddamn irresistible. I can’t ever say no to you.”

While he was busy getting undressed, Gojo busied himself undressing you. After a flurry of kisses, you were somehow almost completely naked except for your panties, with no memory of how you had gotten to that point. But before you could ask, Nanami forced your attention back on him.

His shirt and suit jacket were both gone, and his belt unbuckled. He left his pants on for now, but you don’t imagine they’ll be on for long as his bulge looked painfully uncomfortable.

He pushed you back till your back was flat with the mattress, but you lifted your head to see what he was going to do with you. Nanami got down on his knees until he was eye level with your pussy. He leaned forward and breathed in deeply before sucking your clit through the cloth. Not expecting the sensation, you tried to close your legs but Nanami caught one thigh while Gojo stopped the other.

“Say yes.” Nanami commanded. Still preoccupied with the thought of Nanami eating you out through your panties, you found it hard to listen to what he was saying. He slapped the outside of your thigh, forcing you to focus.

“Huh?”

“Say yes. Tell me that you belong to me. To us. I need to hear you say it. Say yes and I’ll make sure that you’ll never feel as good with anyone else. I’ll fulfill every desire you have. But first you have to say it.”

His eyes bore down on you. His gaze was so intense it made you lightheaded but you managed to get it out. “Yeah. I… belong to you, to the both of you.”

You winced, as your voice sounded annoyingly whiney to your own ears, but it only served to make Nanami’s face flush. It was embarrassing to say, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because Nanami took that moment to rip your panties down the middle before licking a long stripe upwards from your hole to your clit. An action that had you yelping and bucking your hips. Nanami slung his forearm over your stomach before continuing as if your squirming had no effect on what he intended to do.

Gojo distracted you, playing with your nipples and sucking on a certain spot just behind your ear that made you shiver.

“It’s a good thing you know exactly who you belong to. Good girl, ” he whispers into your ear. Between the stimulation between your thighs and the words Gojo was whispering in your ear, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as you came. It made both men freeze.

Your hips jerked and your hole repeatedly clenched down around nothing as you came down from your high. It made the orgasm less fulfilling as your brain knew that you had two thick, long dicks your coochie could have wrapped around instead.

When you came back down from your high, you saw two shocked faces staring down at you. It hadn’t been long since they had started, after all. Their prolonged attention made your face fill with warmth.

“S-sorry. It felt really good. I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I quite enjoyed the show.” Nanami said, now over his shock. He grinned, and you could see evidence of how much you enjoyed his lip service all over his mouth and chin. Still feeling a bit listless, you had no other choice but to take that comment and visual head on. The warmth in your face spread your ears and neck. If you got anymore embarrassed you might actually die.

“Yeah, baby. Don’t worry about it. The first one’s free.” This time, you groaned for a different reason. You might be a teensy bit in love with the man, but he’s still corny as hell.

Nanami got up while you were bickering to look for something in the overnight bag he had brought with him.

“You’re still a little sore, is that right? He made you cum so many times, huh sweetheart. I bet you’re still really tired,” he said. His back was turned so you couldn’t see what he was rummaging around in his overnight bag for. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I’m going to take care of you. In fact, I won’t let Gojo fuck you tonight at all.”

Gojo spluttered and choked on his drink. “Nanami, c’mon. That’s not fair. We’re a team! You wouldn’t even be here right now if it weren’t for me—“ but he stopped mid protest when Nanami shot him a sharp look. He looked over at your wrist, in the healing stages of a bruise and winced. He might be aloof, but he never wanted to hurt you. At least, not in that way.

Nanami paused, tilting his head in thought. “You know what, Gojo? You’re right, that’s not fair,” he said. Gojo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and his face held a spark of interest. You gasped, surprised at Nanami’s quick turnaround. He did not disappoint for long. “Climb behind her.”

Gojo, curious at what the other man had in mind, did as he was instructed. He manhandled your body so that your ass was sat firmly against his crotch. He wrapped his arms around your middle and dug his face into your neck, like a child who was unwilling to give up their playtime with their favorite toy. Nanami remained nonplussed.

“I think it’s not enough to just sit this one out. I think you need a front row seat.” He finally revealed what he had been rummaging around for— a small pink egg-shaped vibrator and a glass dildo.

“You lack restraint, so this will be the perfect punishment.” He pushed up his glasses as he smirked, looking like a cat who had gotten the cream. His bold statement left you both reeling, though for different reasons.

Now, why am I in it?” You whined as Gojo once again complained.

“Yeah. It was an accident Nanamin,” he said, elongating the last syllable of Nanami’s name. However, Nanami remained uncaring at Gojo’s pleas.

“An accident that could’ve been avoided had you implemented a bit of restraint, hence the punishment. Be grateful that you just have to sit there and watch instead of having Y/N use these toys on you.”

His statement had once again shaken Gojo into silence, although this time his shock was accompanied by a warm blush creeping up his neck. Goodie for him, you thought to yourself. Gojo had always been a bit careless, but because he grew up rich, money typically solved all of his problems. It was nice that he wouldn’t be able to escape the consequences of his actions this time. You took advantage of his embarrassment to plead your own case.

“I understand why you’re punishing Gojo, but why am I involved? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Other than consistently get yourself into tricky, sometimes downright dangerous situations on account of what seems to be your natural born affinity to trouble?” He rattled off, leaving you hot and incensed. Gojo, recovering from his own embarrassment, snickered at your expense. You elbowed him and he expelled an oof of air.

“No, you haven’t. But the punishment wasn’t intended for you anyways. No, all I need you to do is lean back and take what I give you.” You did as he asked, leaning back into Gojo’s embrace, but not without a grumble or two.

“What happened to not cumming too much? What about restraint?” You huffed. Nanami stared intensely at you over the rim of his glasses while smirking. He sensually rubbed up and down your calf before responding.

“I won’t make you cum over and over, I promise. I just want to make you feel good.” He rearranged himself on the bed, once again becoming eye level with your pussy. He kisses up your right inner thigh, then left before dragging his flat tongue across your slit. Still being a bit oversensitive, you jerked yourself further up Gojo’s lap, the friction causing him to moan. Nanami grimaced, irritated with the new distance between you and him. Gojo, never one to resist teasing anyone, least of all you and Nanami, couldn’t help but comment.

“You know, she had the same problem with me. She’s really sensitive—”

“Gojo.”

“Hmm?”

“Hold her open. Don’t let her run away.”

“Aye aye, Cap’n.”

A while later

“Please, I can’t. It’s too—“ you were cutoff abruptly as Nanami held the whirring toy directly on your clit, forcing a squeal out of you. His demeanor never changed, though his face was flush with desire.

It had been forever since Nanami has pressed that stupid little egg to your clit and you’re starting to regret complaining about cumming too much because Nanami had not let you come once so far.

“Y’know, first you beg not to cum and then you change your mind. What do you want from us?” Gojo questioned, tone bored. You’d think he was genuinely annoyed at you if it hadn’t been for his hard erection digging into the small of your back or the way he gripped your wrists together an effort to keep you still and pliant as he and his partner in crime did whatever they wanted with you.

“I don’t know,” you whined. “Please just, just…” you trailed off as you felt yourself creeping towards the edge of an orgasm. Nanami, who had been steadily torturing you with a vibrator, moved it just off to the side of your clit instead of direct contact.

“It seems like you don’t know what you want, sweetheart. That’s okay, because I know exactly what you need.”

The sight of your orgasm dances out of your reach once again, causing frustrated tears to well up in your eyes. Nanami laughed a little, which irked you. You’d kick him if Gojo wasn’t firmly holding your knees apart with his own. He’s so mean. You decided to tell him as much when you got the chance to breathe again. He only cooed at you, and his deep voice made your clit throb. It pissed you off that he could turn you on even when he was being an asshole.

The jerk.

You should’ve listened to your mother. Birds of a feather always flock together. Him and Gojo really do deserve each other.

Suddenly, Nanami leaned back, resting his but on his heels. His eyes were dark as he considered both you and Gojo together.

“You want to get back at Gojo, sweetheart?”

Both Gojo and you snap your head towards Nanami. You’re definitely more than interested, but you can tell after one brief look at Gojo that he isn’t.

“Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” You said.

“What?” Nanami responded, eyebrow raised.

“Nothing! So uh, what did you have in mind?” You brush off, hoping he’ll let it go.

“We’ll talk about that later.”

Damn.

Gojo giggles at your misfortune but not for long.

“Let’s play a game. Y/N you’ll try to make Gojo cum while I’ll do the same to you,” he said. “If you come first, then Gojo will fuck you tonight, but if he comes first, then he doesn’t get to come at all for the next week.”

“Hey Nanami, you didn’t even ask for my permission—“

“What, like you asked for Y/N’s? It’s time you learn how to be a team player, Gojo.” Nanami lectured and Gojo looks annoyed but determined. You can’t help but grin.

This is gonna be like taking candy from a baby.

——

You were wrong. It was only like taking candy from a baby if the baby had the grip strength of a fucking Orangutan. At first, you thought it’d be easy. You had been teasing him the entire time with your ass rubbing up against his cock. And so all you had to do was make him come. Easy enough.

They had called you a throat goat back in the day, and you had made plenty of men cum quick enough to shatter their pride. But you had forgotten a few things:

1. Nanami was trying to make you cum at the same time. He is very good at what he does, and he is not a merciful man.

2. You are bad at multitasking.

3. Gojo is very, very good at winning. Or, at the very least, not losing.

Thus, when you began blowing Gojo, you started off strong. You wasted no time in licking and kissing him all over, sucking one of his balls and then the other before making your way to his tip. You gave it a nice, sloppy kiss before trying to deep throat him all in one go. You failed, but the gagging did nothing but turn him on more.

He was not immune to your charms. With each kiss, nibble, or suck, he whined or jerked his hips. But when you finally managed to take him all the way to the hilt, that’s when he lost it. He was writhing and whimpering, a few stray tears falling from his eyes. He looked pathetic. Pitiful even. If you were normal, maybe you would’ve cut him some slack. It’s a shame that him looking like that turned you on.

He choked you every time his hips bucked upwards. You had to stop deep throating him because the man was clearly trying to kill you, but it didn’t stop you one bit. You switched gears, vigorously giving him a handjob while reaching for your trusty vibrator. You saw fear in his eyes, and felt victory in your veins.

But then, just as you were about to place the vibrator to his tip, you felt a sudden pressure at your back door and it made you lose focus. You looked over your shoulder to see Nanami pressing one, then two lubed up fingers in your ass.

“Don’t worry, my love. I won’t hurt you. Just focus on what you have to do.” Nanami said sweetly.

It made you shudder and whine. Your handjob became sloppy and you dropped your vibrator to close to the edge of the mattress, leaving it to roll off the side of the bed. Gojo had calmed a little, and now he looked focused.

Shit. You can’t let him win—

Nanami had replaced his fingers with that glass dildo from earlier. The slow but firm insistent push inside has you keening. The lube on the toy made entry smooth. It felt almost impossible to breathe, much less continue giving Gojo a handjob. Still, mama ain’t raise no quitter.

You reached out and started sucking on the tip. It was red and engorged. You made sure to put your tongue to work, paying special attention to his frenulum. He groaned, deep and guttural, before breaking off into gasps and broken breaths. He eyes were squeezed shut, and if you could get any words out to make him look at you, you were sure you could win.

But Nanami was unforgiving and persistent. The slow, firm way he kept fucking you with the dildo was making the waves of an orgasm come closer and closer to your shore. He kept a steady rhythm and it propelled you towards your big O. Luckily, Gojo seemed to be on the precipice of his orgasm as well. It was a race to see who could hold out the longest.

With each breath, both you and Gojo got closer and closer until you came together. Disappointment filled your faces and Nanami couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Cheer up. This just means that we’re back at where we started. Well, plus an orgasm.” He nudged the dildo deep inside you, causing you to jerk away from him. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had planned it out this way. That he could play your ass uninterrupted while you were busy with Gojo.

He tries to turn you over to lay on your back, but the fullness in your ass makes you cry out.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. I should be more considerate. Here—“ he guides you to lay on your stomach again and rubs your booty to calm you down. “Gojo, why don’t you give our girl something soft to lay on?”

Gojo smiles and pulls you up till your face is resting on his thigh right next to his dick.

“What’s more comfortable than my lap?”

“A pillow,” You quipped. With a roll of his eyes, he grabbed a thin pillow and laid it flat over his lap for your comfort. “Thank you.”

“No problem, princess.”

Nanami booty rub moved closer and closer to your second set of lips, until his thumbs were ghosting over them.

“Are you ready for me sweetheart? I know I’ve made you wait a long time.” He began rubbing your clit, and the sensation made you clench around the dildo still in your ass. You twitched as your breath caught in your throat. “Let me inside.”

“Okay,” you whined. You looked over your shoulder again to watch him.

He pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift move, his hard cock bouncing and hitting his lower stomach. Before you could take in the sight, Nanami slowly started to push it in, his fat head causing an uncomfortable stretch, even with all the prep he’s done up till now. Whereas Gojo had been long and girthy, Nanami is even girthier. You thought Gojo had been hard to take, but now Nanami was bullying his way into you. It was slow and all-encompassing. You couldn’t help but yell out.

“G-Gojo, help me—“ You pulled yourself forwards, but neither of them let you make any real headway. Nanami followed, not letting you escape even a little. Gojo kept a firm grip on your hands, not letting you wriggle away.

“Of course baby, I’ll help you,” he said. He tilted your head towards him. He kissed you. It wasn’t quick or rough. It slow and full of passion. He wouldn’t let you break away, even for a breath. He only stopped when you gasped after Nanami had bottomed out. A cacophony of moans and whines broke out from all three of you. Though only Nanami was inside you, Gojo looked as if he had bottomed out too. It was hedonistic and made you even hornier, if that’s possible.

Your eyebrows were scrunched and your mouth was forced into an O-shape. Nanami was kind enough to give you time to adjust. Gojo kept your eyes on him. Once your vision focused, you noticed his intense gaze. He looked… obsessed.

“I hope you know you’re never leaving us. Nanami might let you think you have a choice, but you don’t. If you wanted someone else, you should’ve never said yes to us fucking you. If you run, we’ll find you. We’ll drag you right back to where you belong. With us.”

He laughed, but in a way that made him seem... a little crazy. You’re starting to think he might be serious. What he said sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help but clamp down around Nanami. He let out a choked sound.

You looked in his direction and was shocked by what you saw. The man had never looked so debased. A red flush crept up from his chest all the way to his cheeks. His eyes were dark and his half-lidded expression were enough to seduce a nun. You wanted more. You couldn’t help but clench around him again. He growled out of frustration.

“Please tell me I can move, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m being driven insane.”

You believed him. His normally upright posture was slumped and he was breathing as if he had just ran a marathon.

“Y-you can move. I’m ready.”

Once you gave him permission, he pulled out almost all the way before ramming back into you. The momentum of it jerked your whole body forward and you keened. He kept going with that same punishing force. No matter how many times you whined or your legs shook, he kept going. He was done with the games. He just wanted you.

Gojo watched him fuck you intently. You felt his dick harden under the pillow, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of his memories fucking you or just because Nanami was relentless.

You were already close, and it had only been a few minutes. You couldn’t help it, the man was good at what he did and the dildo he had inserted inside of you didn’t help matters.

“Goddamn, Y/N. Fuck. I’m never, never leaving this pussy. It’s so good,” he muttered to himself. His utterances only pushed you to your own orgasm, making your pussy clench down hard around his dick. He had no choice but to come inside. Ropes and ropes of cum, and he kept fucking it into you.

He didn’t stop fucking into you, even after he had finished. You looked over your shoulder to see him mesmerized at the sight of his cock moving in and out of you. You whimpered and weakly kicked at him. He stared at you and for a moment it seemed like he didn’t want to stop, but then he slowly pulled out of you.

“I’m sorry, I should be nicer when it’s your first time.” He removed the dildo slowly and carefully before laying you down on your back. He leaned down to kiss you gently. “I think it’s time to get you cleaned up.”

Gojo stopped him before he could move. “If cleanup is what she needs, let me help. I’ll be very gentle.” He looked to you for permission and you nodded hesitantly. He’s been known to go overboard.

He picked you up and maneuvered you over his face. He did just as he said and licked and sucked you clean. He took his time so as not to overstimulate you further, though he did let out a few stray moans that sent vibrations straight to your clit. His warm mouth felt oddly nice on your raw bits. Once he was done he softly set you off to the side, just in time for Nanami to bring waters and snacks. After eating something, you were drowsy and ready for bed.

“Don’t you want to take a bath?” Nanami questioned, voice deep and soothing.

“What I want—“ you yawned before you could finish your thought. “What I want is for you two to get in bed with me so we can go to sleep.”

Gojo and Nanami briefly looked at each other before doing as you asked. They could always get up in a few hours and take better care of you then. Nanami threw the soiled comforter to the ground while Gojo placed you under the thin sheet. Both men picked a side, leaving you squarely in the middle, but you didn’t mind.

“Good night, Satoru. Good night Kento.” With that, you drifted off to sleep. You didn’t see how much using their first names affected them.

“I can’t believe she used our first names! She never does that,” Gojo said, his voice full of affection.

“Yeah,” Nanami agreed before kissing your temple.

“So… dibs when we wake up?”

“Gojo, go to sleep.”

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vamph00n · 8 months

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺Addictive ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺

|Hoon!!xfemreader!!

|-Mostly smut disguised with a plot.

|-In which y/n keeps Sunghoon around, even thought she’s not into being tied down to a relationship, and sunghoon believes he can fix her. That’s till he finds out she’s been whoreing around behind his back.

Wc:3,5k

A/n: not proofread lol

TW! Under the cut!

- drinking, alcohol, anger sex, oral, (fem and male), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, cum eating, breeding kink, intended impregnation, dacryphillia, boobplay, humiliation, slapping(like once only), toxic!reader, simp!Hoon, switch!hoon, switch!reader, etc…..(there’s a lot)

Enjoy :)

“Typical Goody Two Shoes,” is a term she’d describe him. Friends, colleagues, and even her own family, where surprised to say the least. She’d be bombarded with invasive questions, “Alright, what was the agreement.” Her friends asked when they first met her lover. She’d reassure them that there was no “agreement,” and that they where in a happy relationship. Bullshit. Of course, no matter how dark the rose tinted glasses were, her friends could see right through them. “Yeah right, you fucking maneater” they’d refute jokingly. “Would’ve thunk you’d find a Lucifer to your Lilith, but looks like you found yourself a Gabriel.” As much as she wanted to talk her shit, they were right, the man wasn’t even phased. He just smiled on as he sat beside her, staring into her lust ridden eyes. The same smile that made her heart melt when she first saw him. “I can be your Lucifer, if you want me to be.”

Park Sunghoon, the man who’d ask for her permission to hold her hand, the man who would delicately sweep the hair away from her eyes, and the man who held her tender body in bed as he made passionate love to you through the night; in her brain, he was simply not capable of being anything near as devilish. No matter the way she acted towards him,and no matter the circumstances. She could’ve tried to break up with him,shatter his heart, and he’d still come back, entangled in her legs. Instead, she’d insist they needed breaks. This was her game, seeing how many times he’d come back to her. Not for her love, or even her herself for a matter of fact. He’d only come back for one thing, her addictive cunt. Her juices around his dick made him feel a different kind of high. A sip of liquid gold, is what it felt like being beneath her, in pure ecstasy as she’d let him empty his load into her swollen walls. But what he saw as a passionate act of pleasure, was just you fucking him to get yourself off, riding his meat till you where satisfied, and he was overstimulated. The only reason he thought so fondly of your lovemaking, is the fact you thought his heart was too tender to spew obscenities at him when you engulfed him with your wet core; and the fact he thought he was the only man in your life. Despite this, it has always been clear it wasn’t a serious relationship. So why did he stay? Well, he had a strong conviction, a goal perhaps, that just maybe, you’d be the one crawling back to him. That maybe, if he played a dumb whore in your game, you’d stop and realized you needed him. This twisted mindset made his pants feel a little tighter around his crotch. A sick feeling that made his cock twitch, and drip with precum as he bit his lip, but for now, he was more than content with playing a pawn in your game. Because that way, at least your love seemed real.

Of course this screwed up a lot of things for him, but he wasn’t ashamed. One night he’d spend tangled up in her bed, and the other he’d spend in his own, jerking off to her. His friends found him especially odd, the way he talked about you, and the things he’d let you do to him put a bad taste in their mouths. He too had his fair share of things he’d to to you, all of the nasty things he’d do if you didn’t objectify him, and his cock. “Only gonna let her have all of me when she straightens out” he’d tell his friends. But to them, it sounded like a whole lot of bull. He had turned soft on you, and had let your little game run longer that it should’ve.

It was another Friday night, he drank with his friends after a long day of work, and ever since your fling started with him, their conversations where always the same. They always started from “how’s everyone’s relationships going,” to “you need to cut ties with her Sunghoon.” Jake in particular was against her, “You need to get the fuck away from her,” he said downing a shot. Sunghoon fiddled with his glass, “here he goes again.” Jay looks down at his empty cup, “For real, if i took a shot each time your ass went back to her, I’d die from alcohol intoxication. Speaking of which, you’re not gonna drink anymore?” Sunghoon pushed his empty shot glass aside,

“I’m just sobering up for the drive,”

“Oh the drive back home? You didn’t take a cab?” Jake pondered.

Scilence filled the air, the and the sound of clinking as his friends poured more soju into their cups. Sunghoon’s friends looked at each other, they knew what was up. The way his eyes fazed out, as he thought of you, he needed your heat.

“Don’t tell me your going back to that bitch? Didn’t you guys take your ‘break’ just a couple of days ago?” Sunghoon looked at both of them, “we all know that slut needs me more than I do, besides, shes never going to leave me”

You were taking a nice steamy shower, and you hear your doorbell, then a ‘click’. Someone had used a key to open your door. While it could’ve been on of the many guys you slept with, there’s only one man you gave a copy of it. “I’m the shower!!” You shouted. You already knew it was Sunghoon, one of the many men you had wrapped around your finger. Sure, he was a good guy, at least for the first few days you “dated” before it turned into what it is now. He took you on dates, and bought you things. Guys like him always made the space between your thighs a bit wetter, because there was always a chance they would fuck you senseless in bed. Maybe he’d finally put an end to your behavior, but time proved you wrong (or so you thought.) Sunghoon just being here made your head go fuzzy, your imagination went wild. Being the obedient man he always presented himself as, you knew he wouldn’t be so rash to hop in the shower with you and fuck you then and there. “He’s not that type of guy,” you thought to yourself as you scrub your hair. “I wish he was.” Of course someone with such a wide pallet of sexual preference, you got bored. So, you’d go meddle around with other men while you and Sunghoon were on a “break,” in fact you were supposed to see someone else tomorrow night, but you didn’t think your boy toy would come back so quickly. So why? Why did you stay with him? You knew your appetite for dick was insatiable, so why push him away every other week, and fool around with some random men? The answer wouldn’t be so simple, maybe it the way you felt powerful when he showed back up at your apartment, or maybe it’s the way he’d give you back hugs in the morning after, and made you breakfast. When you guys weren’t going at it, it made everything seem less superficial, which scared you, but it made you feel something other than lust. So in retrospect, you couldn’t leave him.

The man was waiting for you to finish showering, as he placed himself on your couch. Call him crazy, but he could still smell the addictive scent of your core, on the pillows where you made love to him a week ago in this toxic cycle. He peered around in your dim lit living room, and he heard a notification, aswell as seeing the light of your cellphone. It was unlocked, and it was on the last app you where using. It was morally wrong for him to look through your phone, but it wasn’t exactly ok for you to play this lust filled game with him either. So he scrolled through it, and an audible gasp slip past his lips, as he saw your messages with a man dubbed “LHs.” He went through your chat with him, and the many nudes you both exchanged. He never felt so disappointed, and angry. His hand gripped the phone so hard, he could’ve broke the screen. He knew this relationship wasn’t serious, he knew you only wanted to see him for his dick. So why did it upset him so much? Maybe it’s the fact he never thought you’d cheat on him, for some reason it just wasn’t a possibility in his mind. Or maybe it’s because his philosophy about fixing you was so strong, he would’ve never let you cheat on him. He didn’t want to cry, or let himself, but he did. Tears streaming down his face, as he used his knuckles to wipe them away. None the less, he came here for one thing, pussy. And he was gonna get it, but he wasn’t gonna take your shit anymore. Part of him felt sad, he was attached to you, and the impossible idea that you’d straighten out just for him. Well, if you weren’t gonna fix your act on your own, he’d make you.

You came out of your bathroom, dressed in nothing but a shirt and underwear, because it’s not like you’d need much clothing tonight anyways, and you saw him sitting on your bed. He stayed silent and didn’t look at your face. His face glistened as the lamp in your room illuminated it. “Back again huh? Only been two days since our break,” you cooed, as your hands made their way up his thighs ghosting his crotch. As furious as he was, Sunghoon didn’t want to pounce on her quite yet, “I let her have her fun first.” She looked at his face, his eyes slightly red, and he smelt of alcohol. Almost squirming in delight, at his disheveled nature. “Let me take care of you,” you purr as you straddle him. His lips press against yours, as you grind back and forth on his clothed manhood, cunt already dripping, making a small pool in your panties. His hands made their way to your head, pushing your lips deep onto his, his tongue intertwining with yours. “Fuck, you really need me huh? What a whore,” you’re breathless as you tease him. Sunghoon can’t stop thinking about it, how you slept with another guy, and his rage is visible in his pursuit as he kisses you. Suddenly your heated make out turned into a battle, as he bites your lip, making his way down your neck. Her skin so smooth, and soft, he wanted to leave marks of purple and red all over it. “Fuck, what’s gotten into him?” She thought, trying to hold back whimpers from the pure bliss his mouth was doing to her. He then pushes her down into the bed, trapping her beneath him. You had no idea what was happening, he looked livid, like an animal in heat waiting to that’s been waiting to devour her. It was hard to piece together coherent sentences, because you felt your core grow wetter by the second. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n,” he growled in your ear. “S-Sunghoon what are you talking about?” She tries to say innocently, knowing damn well he caught her. “Don’t act like an idiot, I saw your texts with that guy.” She was really in trouble now, but there was definitely something different about him today. “Hoon, I’m sorry, it’s just….um..I’ll make it up to you!” Knowing you’re gonna sound like a bitch, you don’t elaborate further. He smirks at you, and his hand made his way to your heat, already riled up with your juices. You can’t stand keeping your voice down now, his fingers work circles on your clit, as your back arches in pleasures. He fucks faster into you, causing the hottest friction in your sopping wet pussy, “Please-god, go faster!” You moan in desperation to meet your high. A malicious grin spread his face, “Wouldn’t you rather be riding my cock doll? Or are you getting tired of me?” He asks you. Your eyes roll, your an absolute mess. Your dizzy for it, you start to move your hips against his hand. He smacks your cunt, and you yelp out at the action, “I’m not gonna let you cum till I say so, and if you try to pull anything, I’m gonna edge you till you fucking cry my name.”

Tears from the pleasure well up in your eyes, and he’s quick to use you however he wants. He removes your shirt, revealing your erect nipples pointing out to him, he shoved his face into them, sucking your sensitive tits. You start to feel like you owe him an apology, always using him however you want, but never letting him do anything he want a to you. Maybe that’s why you go so bored in relationships, you always did what you wanted, but never let other do what they want. “Sunghoonn, I’m…I’m.. sorr-“ you can’t seem to finish your sentence, only having your clit being toyed with but you already feel so drunk on pleasure. There was no mistaking it, he had visible enjoyment on his face now,“That’s right, this tight hole is all mine, if you get to own my dick I get to own you. No way I’m gonna ever let you cheat on me.” His fingers speed up, your mouth hanging agape, holding back you climax. A shit eating grin displays on his face, and his fingers invade your hole. You throw you head back, gripping onto the sheets as your core clenches around his fingers. “Bet you wanna do this to my cock huh?” His voice rings, “too bad though, sluts like you get enough cock.” You can’t tell if your being humiliated, or punished, but one things for sure, you couldn’t hold back your high anymore. Your voice becomes more labored, and your heat is throbbing uncontrollably.

“Shit, Hoon, I think I’m gonna…mhmm!” His fingers pull out from your wet hole, and are stuffed into your mouth. Pussy clenching on nothing, but your orgasm still crashing into you. Fluids dripping from your core, and the taste of your own, on his fingers shoved in your mouth. “I don’t recall telling you to cum,” he say lowly, as his face closes in on yours. Your eyes shut, at his cold breath, but your feel his fingers collect your slick. “Open your eyes doll, I want you to see how good I think you taste.” So dirty, so nasty, so goddamn hot. Your eyes fix on him, as he licks his fingers clean. Already you feel yourself grow wet again. He demands you to get up, and frankly you’re tired of being ordered around, so your don’t listen. “Don’t make this hard doll,” his voice rings mockingly. Still wanting to keep your pride, you don’t listen, then a loud audible smack on your thigh fills the room. “Just get up.” You do as your told, and you see him quickly unbuckle his pants, and his hard member sprang out.

“Suck,” he commanded. Your hand wrapped around his shaft as you took him in your mouth. You bob up and down on him feeling precum drip from his tip. You fondle with his balls, and stroke him whilst sucking, your tongue swirls around it. His head jolts back, as his hands pull up your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He uses his force to sink your head deeper into your cock, “I can’t!” You try to say through muffled tears. Sunghoon tried not to care, but he sees he’s hurting you. A pop sound comes from your mouth as he forces himself off you, and he brings his eyes to your own teary ones. “I think you owe me an apology,” he says looking at you, “an apology for everything you’ve done to me.” He takes your hand squeezing it “oh no,” you thought. There’s that feeling again, that ache in your heart when he looks at you like that. That same feeling that made you reconsider your relationship with him, and the strong attachment you actually had to him. Although you want to say sorry, it’s like muscle memory for you to sass back at him. “Not till you let me ride you, doll” you throw his own words back to him. Sunghoon grins, knowing damn well your already exhausted. He strips himself of his pants and lays on your bed. “Go ahead, let me see you try.” Your legs are already shaking from exhaustion. you straddle him, aligning his penis with your entrance, and you sit down on him. That addictive feeling, the feeling of your cunt squeeze his dick. You look down, trying to get a hold of yourself and you see his bulge in your stomach. It makes your head go fuzzy, and your body go limp. “Your turning stupid on me y/n.” He groans. “C’mon, don’t you wanna ride me? Don’t you know your lucky I let you? Hmm?” Tears drip from your pretty face, and you start to bounce up and down on him. His head tilts, he sees the tears in your eyes, and bites his lip. “Look at you go.” He teases. Your legs are starting to give out, as your tight cunt sucks him in. “Sunghoon, I can’t, I can’t keep going.” You sob. He’s quick to flip you onto your back, and kisses your teary face. His eyes lock with yours, and he gives you that dreamy bedroom gaze. “I want you to fuck me Sunghoon, I want you to use me.” His teeth graze your lips before he lifts them to whisper into your ear. “Be carful what you wish for.”

Suddenly his hips snap against yours, and he speaks up, “your safe word is cheater”

“What a way to rub it in huh?”

“Shut your mouth before I make you.”

Skin on skin, he rammed his dick into you, your abused hole clenching, and dripping from the many orgasms he had already gave you from rutting into you for hours. His eyes start to close, as he feels himself writhing. Your cum giving him slick to keep his cock lubricated, and your poor defenseless body at his disposal. He’d been edging himself for a while, because he didn’t feel you deserve his hot seed in you. “Sunghoon,” you whimper out, “just cum in me already.” He looks at your tearstained fucked out face, with a cocky grin inflating his ego by ten fold. “I should huh? Put a fucking kid in you hm?” You couldn’t tell if he was spewing out nonsense because he was fucked out, or if your were too fuck out to see he was telling only the truth. His hips thrusted his sensitive member into your gummy walls, as they throbbed, mixing your liquids with his. This addictive cunt, the dumbing drip it had that always left him pussydrunk. It felt euphoric, and after seeing it in a different light, now he was certain he couldn’t leave you, and he wouldn’t let you leave him.

“Gonna put a kid in this pussy,” he said as you felt yourself panic. “Your joking right? You’ll pull out right?” You gasp as you feel his cock glide in and out of your hole faster. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.” Sunghoon doesn’t respond, all he has to show for it is a shit eating grin on his face. “What if I’m not joking? Because I think knocking you up with a kid will keep you from cheating.” Your head starts to snap back, and you start to feel a funny feeling in your stomach. His cock twitches in you, and he sees your face. Utterly entranced bye your fucked out face, his breath becomes labored, he’s seeing stars with every pump into you. He’s becoming a messy whore for you, and he’s even willing to put another life into your belly. “It this was people call possessive?”

“I’m gonna gonna cum into your whore ass, so you can’t leave me. I’m gonna fuck you dumb, doll.” He spits at her face. He takes one of his hands, and spits on it, bringing it to your clit rubbing it to help you reach your high. Your a babbling mess, your body starts to convulse as he plunged harder into your depths. His brain start to short circuit, he’s now grunting obscenities at you. He feels a wave of emotions hit him, as he pounds into you, “Your such a bitch, you don’t realize how much I fucking love you.” He says as he sits you up, bringing his body closer to yours. He lets delicate moans slip past his lips, as he hugs you, pulling your waist in closer. “He loves me?” You can’t help but repeat that line in your head over and over as his cock drags against you. “God this pussy is all mine, gonna cum.” He moans into your ear. You had been mostly silent the whole time, but your emotions got the best of you, and now you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, Sunghoon! I’m so sorry, sorry for playing with your heart, I want to fix things with you! I’m done sleeping around, I just want you.” She spews out.

“Yeah baby? What are you gonna let me do huh? What do you say? Gonna let me knock you up?” Your eyes roll back into your head, ready to release, all he needs to do is say the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You say wrapping your legs around his waist, “Knock me up Sunghoon! Put your fucking kids into me! I’ll never fucking leave you!” A few pumps after, and his balls start to ache for release. You feel his length reach the deepest part of your cunt, and his semen spurts into you as your own liquids shot out. “Gonna stuff you with all of my cum.” He moans out shakily, as he fucks the pool of arousal back into you.

You lay in bed after the wild ride you just had, and you both had just been hugging in silence for the past thirty minutes. Sunghoon gets up and grabs his pants off the floor. You know he was going to leave, because why would he stay with you? But you at least thought he’d spend the night. This always happened, but you where always the one to send him away. So why did it hurt so much?

“Gonna get going y/n, see you another time.” He said as he buckled his belt. He gave you a quick peck on the head, and started to head out. Urgency and regret plagued your heart as you see him walk out, and you grab his hand to stop him. “What I said earlier was serious, let’s make this work.” You said with your eye’s glistening. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. You bring his face ti look directly at yours. “Baby,” he sighs, “let’s just talk about it another time yeah? I went a little overboard, so let’s just take a break.”

His words sting your heart, and you know it’s all your fault, and you see him wave at you begrudgingly as he leaves your apartment building. But like every other time, you know he’ll come back, and you know he loves you now, so it should’ve felt ok right?

You splash you face with water, and see how ruined you were. Sitting on the counter you see a shiny aluminum medicine package of your birth control taunting you. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

You shakily count the amount you had, and it wasn’t adding up. You had forgotten to take it.

Fuck

A/n: hi guys! First fic I wrote on tumblr, and I know the ending is kinda bitter, and ended on a open note, but I don’t rlly like romanticizing toxic relationships, but they sure are fun to write. Anyways thank you for reading!!!

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ktchie · 8 months

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" Something Good "

Ted Lasso X Reader

Smut and Angst

☆ 5.6k words

◇ In which a surprisingly intimate one night stands makes Ted all googoo gaga.

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"I'll make you feel good, sweetheart" you dipped down to lay a peck on his cheeks as you settle on top of him. "I'll take care of you, do you want that?"

Ted groaned lowly before nodding his head, eyes closed and his hands tight on your hips. "Y-yes, yes please"

"So polite" you smiled softly as you look down on him, all messed up and panting beneath you.

"Can you open your eyes for me, honey?"

Ted, ever the obedient one, had opened his eyes. Brown and big and innocent that it made your heart clenched, you cradle his face in your palm before leaning down to kiss him as sweetly as you could. You tasted him like a lover would, soft and gentle and filled with unsaid desperation and longing.

Ted whimpered as you did so, the hands on your hips tightening. He chased your lips when you pulled away before he looked up to you with furrow brows and foggy eyes. "Why'd you pull away, darlin'?" He asked almost hurtfully.

"Just wanna look at you, s'all" you found Ted attractive, more than that to be honest - to the point your hands itch to draw him at every scattered canvas that lay on your office floor. You know Ted before you even saw him at the pub, the mustachioed american with a reputation as filthy as the ground. You could careless about that, not when he looks beautiful underneath you like a fallen angel, reduce to nothing but a desperate man whimpering to be release.

Blush spread on his cheeks as his pupil expanded greatly, he looked away from you briefly - shy. You chuckled before turning him to you with a grip on his chin.

"Do you want this?" You asked him as you leaned on his face, your eyes glancing briefly on his plump red lips and almost groaning with desperation to kiss him.

Ted doesn't look like a man who partake on one night stand, you heard before that he was married but the lack of ring on his fingers tells you that either his marriage isn't going well or you're slowly destroying a good family by kissing a married man.

"I want it" he replied with a nod of his head "please, I want it" he said breathlessly, chest panting beneath your palm.

You took a hold of his right hand before placing a kiss on the back it, you swore you heard his breath hitched for a second.

"Be honest, sweetheart. You're not using me, are you?"

Ted foggy eyes suddenly cleared up and you almost chuckled on how his eyes widen in pure concerned. "W-what? Of course not, I would never"

"I heard you're married" You stated before you fix a lock of fallen hair back on where it belong. "But I can't help but notice you're not wearing your ring, why is that?"

Ted blinked away before clearing his throat, squirming underneath you. "Well, this is certainly an odd bedroom talk"

You chuckled "it is isn't? But be honest with me yeah?" He looked up to you before nodding, even like this he looks so sweet.

"I-ive been divorced, for..a couple of years now" he answered with a furrowed brows, the same puppy eyes plastered on his face.

"I promise ya that. i-i ain't the type of man that would cheat on his wife. I would never do that, or-or use ya' I just wanna..y'know"

You bit your lip, the heaviness on your stomach gone like a wind. "What? You want to what? Speak properly" he swallowed a whine on your words as a another blush rose on his cheeks.

"God, you know what I mean" he grumbled pitifully, thumb tracing an expose skin on your hips. "Please just let me kiss you now, honey. please"

"Not until you tell me what you want" you kiss his cheeks before grabbing a handful of his messy hair and yanking his head back to taste his neck. "Be good and tell me"

"C-christ" he groaned with eyes tight "I-i wanna, wanna make..make love to ya" the tips of his ears burn with shame but some sick part of him basked on its humiliation and how you handle him with a gentleness that he didn't even get from his ex-wife.

You pulled away with a grin, suprpised by his use of words. "Make love to me? And here I thought you wanted to fuck me"

He honest to god whimpered on your words, his blush worsening."T-that too, I ain't too picky y'know? I just want ya"

You decided to ignore the fluttering in your stomach, your brain reminding you that this is a one night stand, a burning heat in a cold night that needs to be put down once the morning rise but the way your fingers dance on his skin and how your kiss drop so gently and softly like your soul had become one tells you otherwise.

"Well, you got me honey" you kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose deep before sucking a bruise on the side. " 'm right here" Ted groaned loudly on both your actions and words, his back arching and his toes curling.

There's a fire burning inside of his lungs that made every breath he took more harder and harder to the point he was panting and groaning even just your slight touch.

"So responsive, do I affect you that much?" You whispered to him before you fingers went to the edge of his sweater. "Mind if I take this off?"

You asked as you lightly pulled away, Ted stared at you for a second, hesitation clear on his gaze.

Ted, tho he might not show it, is a little insecure about his body. More so when Michelle had traded him for someone who is more fit and much more younger than him. He never had issues about his appearance before, he never cared for it, but surrounded by footballers whose muscle could be compare to the ones depicted on a rennesance painting and when he had saw Michelle new lover, with his strong arms and fit body, everything seems to crash down on him.

"Sweetheart" you smoothen the creased on his forehead. "We dont have to take it off if you don't want too" you said oh so softy that it made Ted's stomach flutter, made him want to bite his tongue in effort to control himself. You pulled your hand away from his clothes but he had grab it quickly, you met his eyes, still unsure, still sad.

"I-i want to, believe me, it's just..I ain't the most sexiest man" he chuckled bitterly "hell, far from it really. You might not like what you see, and i-" he gulped, looking at you so fucking earnestly and so softly that you drew a shaky breath. "I honestly don't want you to go"

You closed eyes, intertwining your fingers with his own before you bury your face on his shoulder, drowning yourself with his scent. You sat atop of him, embracing him far intimately for a mere one night stand, you look more like a lover under the glare of the moonlight, one that is destined to be by echothers embrace even before the beginning of time.

"Darling, you look beautiful to me even when you think you're not. You look perfect, I could kiss you for hours, hug you for hours, god I could stay with you..for..well, probably longer that I should and deemed appropriate considering we just met" you chuckled before you place a soft quick kiss on his shoulder. "I could worship your body forever if you would let me, it may not be the kind of body you want or hope to have but I do hope you now its more than enough for me"

Ted hug you tightly, the familiar burn of tears hot on his eyes. He held you like you would be gone in the morning and maybe you will, maybe once he wake up the only thing he would see is sunlight and the cold abandoned spot you left behind.

But some part of Ted, that familiar sick part of him that craves love like a beaten dog, hoped with desperate thought and yearning that he would see you at the very wake of sunrise. That you would be there to stay, to whisper sweet nothings to his ear and console him with gentle touch and promises to keep.

"Please" he had stated through blury eyes "take it off, please"

You kiss him before you gently, as if he was nothing but a fragile glass, pull it off of him. Throwing the navy blue sweater somewhere you could not be bothered to think of.

Ted looked away from your gaze as you stared him down, the redness of his cheeks goes further to his chest. He's beautiful, you had thought. Perfect, like a fine warrior of long ago, who's body as hard as a stone and yet soft as a grass. You leaned down to kiss his collarbone, then to a spot near his heart, you kiss him at every flesh you could reach, as if every kiss were meant to be feel deep on his soul. You worship him like a corrupted preacher would - with utmost gentlest and a longing of possessing, to have him for yourself until the whole world burn.

"Goodness,sweetheart" Ted groaned, putty in your kiss. "You're killin' me" he lifted up his hips in a pathetic attempt to relieve pleasure. "Please, honey? Please Wanna-fuck-want you now"

You chuckled at him, finding his pleading far too adorable to be ignored. You wanted to play with him more, but you can't find it in your heart to not give him what he wants.

So, you reach for his lips and kissed him - less gentle and more aggressive until he had sit up and held you close on his lap. You kissed him like it would be your last, as if you were a soldier off to a war - desperate to memorize his taste so you relieve it in a cold lonely night. Your teeth clashed, your lips wet and yet Ted welcomed it all with an eager groaned and harsh clenched of hands.

"You're makin' me loose my mind, sugar" Ted had stated as he pulled away, his face hidden from your neck. "Makin' me think of filthy things I wanna do to ya'"

You grin as your hands slithered its way on his soft hair before you yank it backwards to stare at his eyes.

"That right? And here I thought you're my good boy"

He groaned from the pleasuring pain on his scalp before he nod his head, mouth open as he pant. "I am i am, fuck- honey, please" he had begged for something he wasn't sure himself, all he wants is your touch and your mouth and everything you can give him and more.

"You sure do love to beg, who would know you're this desperate" you chuckled as your hand undo the belt on his khakis.

Ted had the audacity to blush as you tossed his trouser somewhere on the room. Your hot palm met his thighs, hairy they were and soft underneath your hand. He shivered as you caressed it, almost whining.

"You'll be good for me, won't you?"

"Yes" he nodded, panting. "Gonna be good for ya' sweetheart, so good"

You leaned down to kiss his clothed cock and Ted sighed with shaky breath. You kiss it more purposely this time and it had him jerking underneath your hands.

"S-sorry honey, just feels good" you reassured him with a kiss below his belly button before you took his boxers off slowly.

"Youre dripping, darling" his cock lay heavy on his stomach, thick he was with red tip that wheep with precum. You lay a gentle peck on his tummy before you started to lick downwards, breathing on his clean scent and nipping at his skin.

"Oh-!" Ted had jumped lightly as you took him on your mouth, he was heavy and thick that it made your jaw ache a little. You sucked him tight, your tounge swirling on every skin you could reach.

Ted groaned loudly, eyes clenched tight as his chest heave up and down. He then turned to look at you with dark half lided eyes before a slow grin slithered its way on his mouth. "You take me so well, sweetie. Look at ya'"

You hummed around his cock before closing your eyes, letting yourself get used on the weight and the taste of him.

"Fuck, love it don't ya?" He had asked before a hand came down on the back of your head, fingers slithering its way on your hair.

"Cant get enough of my cock- shit, honey- don't worry, it's yours yeah? All fuckin' yours"

You moaned, eyes rolling on the back of your hand as you can feel yourself drip from your panties. Grinding your soaked pussy on his bare thigh to relieve pressure, nails digging on his skin as he whimpered from the feel of your warm cunt.

"Mhmm, sweetheart- shit!" His hips accidentally slammed forcely into the back of your throat as you touched his balls causing you to gag lightly and for tears to burn in your eyes.

He opened his eyes with a soft apology before yanking your mouth away from his cock with a loud 'pop', your saliva dripping down as you did so before Ted whipped it with his thumb with a gentle stare.

"Ya look beautiful, honey. So messy and ruin, all for me ain't that right, sweet pea?" He cooed before he slowly pulled you upwards before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, wet lips molding with one another. He swallowed every breath you have, tasting everything you can offer like he has been hungry for you the minute he had been brought to life.

You pulled away to kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose on the bottom of his jaw before sucking bruised on his throat causing him to shudder and moan. "This okay, darling? Getting marked up?"

Ted nodded his head with a whimpered that made your hands clenched on his forearm.

He was so vocal, so responsive it made you crazy. Made you want to spend the rest of eternity buried on his arms and the pleasure of his tounge.

He groaned lowly as you rolled your hips on his hard cock, gripping your sides tightly. "Stop teasin'" he mumbled before capturing your lips once again, his fingertips reaching for your own shirt.

He pulled away with a string of saliva. "Can ya take this off f'me, sugar?" He planted a soft peck on your cheeks "please?"

His begging made you moan and soon enough you were tossing your discarded shirt on the floor, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples. "Look at this, so fuckin' pretty. All for me, right honey?" With a heated glance of his brown eyes he took them on his mouth, his thumb digging on the flesh on your ribs as he pulled your torso closer to his mouth, sucking your nipples with a vigor of a starving man.

You groaned loudly, fingers intertwining on his soft locks as you tugged it with a cursed.

Ted only moaned, eyes closed and drool dripping down his mouth.

"Shit. Could have you like this all day" his rough hands roam all over your body, plump red lips glistening with spit as he pinch your wet nipples, tugging it before licking. "Pretty titts, sweet just like ya, Swear 'could bury my face between 'em and die a happy fella"

His words made you chuckled before you let out a gasped as his thumb went to your soaked panties peeking from your skirt. "Look at ya'.." he mumbled rasply, thumb circling so slowly on your harden clit.

"Pretty girl makin' such a filthy mess, looks like I gotta clean it up yeah? How about it, sugar? Want my mouth on your pretty litte cunt?"

You nodded your head pathetically"Y-yes, please fuck"

Ted, with a strength you didnt know he possessed, yank you from his lap and towards his face. You gasp, startled on his harsh movement before you find yourself hovering over his awaiting mouth.

"Get comfy, sweet thing. Wanna taste ya'" your panties was quickly removed by his eager hands. "Come on, sugar. Its cruel to keep a man waitin' like this"

"I've never done it" you had said hesitantly before Ted looked at you with a soft gentle smile, hands caressing your bare thigh

"That so? Then do ya want too?" He asked softly, almost like a whisper. "Its alright if you don't wanna"

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Ted laying beneath you with red lips and messy hair, whose eyes glimmer with unsaid adoration and lust, he looks at you like a lover would and the thought both concerned and excite you. His hands continued to caressed your thigh, rough calluses tickling as his lips drew a subtle smile.

You nod then, wanting to try, Ted would be the perfect man to be with anyway. Soft gentle Ted who speaks so filthy and yet smile so sweetly. He would be the death of you, you think.

"Yeah? But I need words, sweetheart" he then stated with a cheeky grin. "Cant eat this pretty pussy if you don't say so, honey"

"You're being cruel" you said with a smile as your hand softly caressed his hair. "Acting like you're not dying for it, making me wait"

Ted licked his lips "oh I'm dying for it alright, just needed to hear ya' 's'all" he squished your thighs lightly, big hands, rough and hard almost enveloping your thigh. It made your pussy throb. "Can ya do that for me? Ask nicely?"

You stared at him for a second, your thumb caressing his bottom lip. Your eyes darken as he opened his mouth to let your thumb sit on the pad of his tongue before he gave it a harsh suck, one that made you shudder.

"Please.." you mumbled through heavy breath. "Please, darling. Want to sit on your face"

He grinned with his finger on your mouth, sharp and almost smugly. "Since my sweetheart ask so nicely"

Then as fast you can blink his mouth was on you. Hot and wet, completely devouring you like he had been deprived of any good thing. You're a moaning mess above him, back arching and thighs shaking from his hold.

His tounge slurped at your cunt, loud and filthy. Its sounds echoing on the apartment, Ted groaned as you gripped his hair as his lips envelop your harden clit before he sucked it harshly.

"Fuck!" You cried out, pulling his hair and bucking your hips on his face. His nose rubbing your clit as his tounge prode on your hole, drinking anything you can offer and more. "Shit, Ted. G-god, so good"

You moaned pathetically before squealing as his teeth lightly bit your clit, your thighs closing on his face and your hand gripping his locks.

Ted groaned before opening his eyes and meeting yours. Half lided and dark, completely drunk on your taste. There's a liquid fire building on your guts, one that made your toes curl and nape sweat.

A harsh suck made you jolted, Ted hold you up to keep you upright. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he push you hard on his face, his tounge up on your dripping pussy, your wetness and his spit soaking his chin.

You were moaning uncomfortably at this point, sweat rolling on your back as you struggle to give in whether you should pull away or give up. Let him control you at every moment, braised on his arms as he get lost on your soaking cunt.

"Ya taste so sweet, darlin'" he said underneath you "like melted sugar, could eat ya up all day and never get tired" he then proceed to lick a stripe of your pussy, hard and slow before he sucks any wetness that drips out of your cunt with a loud groaned.

"Fuck, sugar.." he groaned out, nails digging on the flesh of your ass. "Need'a to make ya cum, can ya cum f'me sweetheart? Huh? Can ya?" He had moaned pathetically as your pussy gush, weeping from his words.

"Come on, honey.." he groaned before diving in again, this time eating you much more passionately, relentless on your weeping cunt.

Next thing you know you were moaning loudly, mouth open and panting as your cum heavily on his mouth. You could feel your wetness drip and every nerve in your body felt alight, almost burning, and Ted hold you through it all. He was groaning all the same, eyes stuck on you, watching as you fall apart on his hold, melt like liquid on his tounge - sweet as an ambrosia and addictive like any drug.

He didn't let go of you even when you were squirming from above, determine to get every last drop of your cum until he could taste you even in the morning. He only let go when he was finally satisfied, lips glistening with spit and cum and eyes as dark as the night that hangs on the window.

"Shit, Ted.." you breathed heavily as you settle down on his chest, his hands moving up and down on your side.

"All good? Didnt hurt ya, did i?"

"Fuck no" you laugh lightly, still panting, still sensitive. "You did great, fucking perfect even"

"Yeah?" He lick his lips "must be, could still feel your pretty pussy throbbing"

You blushed madly, almost not wanting to meet his heated gaze.

"Gonna let me fill you up now, sweetheart?" Ted ask so casually, so simply as if he was only asking for a weather.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hand came up on the back of your head, slowly pushing you towards his wet lips before he gave you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tounge and it somehow made your guts twist and toes curl.

"I'll take care of you, sweet thing" he whispered on your lips."Gonna make you feel full and happy, do you want that?"

You grip his forearm before nodding "Yes" you replied, hurriedly hovering over his hard cock, thick and weeping from arousal.

Ted gripped your waist tightly "Gonna have to slow down, sugar. Don't want to hurt ya" he said so gently as he speared you from the inside, cock so big youre afraid he was tearing you apart.

"S-shit!" You cried out, nails digging his arm.

"Shhhh, I know sweet thing, I know" he cooed, thumb caressing your waist. "You're doin' so good, honey. So good, takin' me so well yeah? Half way there...fu-fuck"

You panted as you slowly sat on his cock, feeling so full it made you almost delirious. Eyes rolled back as he tears you apart, filling you up so perfectly.

"Mhm,There we go" his voice was rough, heavy and deep. A single hair dangled on his forehead "Grippin' me so tight, baby. Ya love it don't you? Love my cock up inside your tiny cunt"

You whimpered on his words before you started to move, riding him slowly until the burn started to fade.

"Ju-just like that, honey. Fuckkk doing so well f'me" he mumbled as he watch you moved, mouth open and sweat dripping. "Pretty cunt milkin' me tightly, must have want my cum hm? Wanna get stuff full of me, honey?"

you moaned out as you stared to go faster "so fu-full.." his cock stretch you out so deep you can feel it in your stomach, you look down on where you two disappeared before groaning loudly. His pelvis was wet from your slick, glistening on the light of the moon and there's a bump on your tummy at every thrust of his cock.

"Like it sweetheart?" He asked before his hands plant itself on your stomach, you shudder as he pressed hardly. "Filling ya up so good ya can feel me in your tummy" he had then start thrusting harder, the tip of his cock hitting the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside your pulsating cunt. "Cock so big im all up in your guts, look at ya'"

He grabbed your arm and hold it before he drives his cock into you with a force that makes your eyes rolled back and your spine to arch. Your pussy drips and gush at every thrust, the wet sounds on the room almost defeaning as he bully you with his dick.

"T-ted mhmm" you panted, drool dripping from your mouth as your tounge almost rolled out. "S-so good, fuc-fuck" his thick cock makes your head fuzzy, makes your body all tingly.

Ted groaned "im tearing you apart, sweetheart. look at it" his thumb circle your clit and you had to forced yourself to not scream out.

"Pussy made just for me, yeah?" He groaned "my pretty girl, being so good for me..so fuckin' perfect"

You cried out as you can feel the coil on your stomach snapped and next thing you know you were cumming on his cock, your thighs shaking as he pulled you towards his body and holds you close as he hamered into you, not stopping.

"S-shit, sweetheart just like that, yeah..cum on my cock, come on honey. Make a mess all over me" he had said almost dazely, eyes dark and drunk.

"Be a good girl and cum f'me alright? Wanna feel your pretty pussy gush on my cock, come on honey you can do it.."

You nodded your head with clenched jaw, your toes curling, your pussy soaking wet - dripping on him as you came. You moaned so loudly Ted had to quickly reached out to cover your mouth and even then you couldn't stop, your hips moving erratically as his cock slip inside you in a pace that had your eyes rolling.

"Good girl" he mumbled as he held you close on his sweaty chest, warm lips on your ear. "Bein' such a good girl, f'me"

He was using you like a Toy, like you were nothing but a hole for him to use and fill, and yet he caressed you and held you so tenderly. Kiss your tears away like he was so sorry, hug you so tightly he could almost be your lover.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart-" he groaned "gonna cum just f'you, all for you"

You buried your face on his neck as he breathed heavily, his thurst turning sloppy and his grip much more tighter than before.

"Sweetheart, oh sweetheart.." he whimpered as he threw his head back.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-"He then stopped, pulling out of you quickly before shooting his load on the back of your ass. Hot it was and thick.

"Shiiiittt" he whined as he kept going, nails digging on the flesh of your waist as he stroke himself up and down.

Your pussy clenched into nothing as he pulled away, whimpering so pathetically as you lay atop of him.

Ted breathed heavily underneath you before you felt a kiss on the side of your head. Brief it was and yet so so intimate.

It made you wonder if it was the post-orgasm emotions or the alcohol in your stomach that made your heart strangely skips a beat when he did that.

"Will it be okay if I moved you off of me, sweetie? As much as I enjoy ya laying so close to me, I want to clean you up. Nothing better than goin' in bed nice and clean yeah?"

You groaned at him, pushing your face on the crook of his neck to hide your blush.

"Come on, honey" he chuckled as he watched you moved away from him as if it physically pain you, you lay flat on your stomach as you watch him stood up, going to his bathroom before he stole a glance at you with a smile so gentle it made you bite your lip.

You were right, Ted Lasso is not a man who partakes on one night stand. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he gets attached too easily.

Ted is as kind as he was lonely, begging for an ounce of affection with open palm and bleeding heart and awaiting for lips who could kiss him with a gentleness he crave and only seen on T.V

You're not sure if you were the right person for that, your baggage is far to heavy, head far too messy. You dont want to drown him with your thousands sorrows and repeated problems, Ted deserve someone who can make him feel as free as he would like and as loved as he would love. Not you, as unfortunately as it was, it couldn't be you.

You watch him come back to you with his boxers on, bright eyes and cheeks sunken with dimple. A wash cloth on his hands as he wiped off every filth he sees, down to your sweat and to his spent.

He cleaned you with gentle hands, sweet words muffled by your growing sadness.

You let him turn you around, wiping you as best as he can, caressing the little marks he left on your skin with a soft uttered apology and it took you everything you can to not say he shouldn't have to be, that you like it.

"Its best if I go back" you suddenly said, your hand stopping him from cleaning you off.

Ted looked up to you with doe eyes, brows furrowed in that sad sad look that made you guilty and decay your insides. "What? Why? Is something wrong?"

You stayed as emotionless as possible "its the normal thing to do after a one night stand, no?"

You swore you could hear his heart shattered like a fallen glass. His eyes,if it can, had turned even more sadder. "Oh..oh okay, yeah. Sure"

He nodded his head, in daze before he stood up. "I'll give you time to fix yourself, wear some clothes, ill be outside yeah? Just holler if ya need me" he gave a forced smile, one that didnt reach his eyes before he closes his bedroom door.

You dressed yourself quickly, ignoring the pain in your heart and the guilt you know you will have.

"All good?" Ted ask as he stood up from the couch on the sight of you.

"Yeah" you stood awkwardly infront of him, the ache on your skin reminds you of his kisses and touch, something you will never experience again. "I uh, had fun"

Ted nodded, eyes still looking at you with sadness. "Yeah me too..we should uh, do it again sometimes- if you want too that is, don't wanna force ya y'know? But I'm here if you want me and-" he took a deep breath, a blush rushing on his cheeks.

"..I really would like too see you again." He said softly "and not just for sex! I-well, I think I would like it just as much if we just sat down and have a dinner y'know? I could cook for ya, I happen to be a great cook as I've been told so.."

He lick his lips nervously, standing so stifly in the middle of his cold living room.

You stared at him, stomach twisting in your guts. You dont think you deserve him. Sweet he was, a man that you would have wanted and deserve back when you were still young and not burden with the problems of the past. You dont want to ruin him, don't want to taint him with your filth. You can't put Ted infront of your parents knowing damn well you would leave him someday, left crumbling and half of a man he was.

Your parents know how much of a failure you are, how everything you touch decay into ashes and dust. They keep telling you that, ever since you were a kid, so young and so bright with paints on your fingertips and bruises on your knees - "everything you do will never be enough" they had said "an uncurable deceased that ruins every good thing" they referred to you. And they were right, no matter what you do, no matter how much you try and strive and yell, everything just seems to fall apart, as if you were destined to be just that - a woman who is created just to crumble. And you rather die than bring Ted in to your life.

"Thank you for the offer, but I rather not" you gave a forced smile as you watch his face fall.

"I'll take my leave now, early morning tomorrow. Have a good night, Ted"

Ted nodded silently, not saying anything. His face sunken with unsaid sadness and dissapoinment and some part of you was glad that you decided to caught him off because you know cant handle seeing that face more than once.

He accompany you to the door, holding it for you open with a tight smile and a nod then he handed you a pink box, you wonder how you didnt notice it before.

"Here, view it as a parting gift" he pulled your hand open and place it on your palm, lingering a little too long before he patted it close. "Be careful out there"

You nod at him, mumbling a soft thank you before you took your leave.

You could feel Ted watching you from his doorway as you left, the pathway feels more lonely then, more sadder than before and not long after the bang of his closed doors echoes on the silence of the night, as if mocking you of what you have lost.

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