#the umbrella academy smut

[mangoshorthand]

Hii I'm a real sucker for your smuts and I was wondering if you could do a five one where he walks in on reader riding their pillow and thinking about him while doing it (and they haven't had intercourse in a long while because of apocalypse stuff and all that) and the aftermath where you can do anything with it after but I'd really like it if five was being gentle to the reader :<

Sorry this is a long req I hope you write it and it's okay if you dont wanna, thankiee 🫶

Your welkiee! Hope you enjoy. 😊 Lucky Fucking Pillow | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 3k words, Rated E

It had been four weeks: four fearful, lonely, miserable weeks. You felt stupid, irritated with him. You hated the fact you were waiting at home for him like the sweetheart of a world war two vet, living on the letters he sent from the front lines. 

You held it together until just before he left, duffel bag over his shoulder.

“The situation’s dangerous; unpredictable. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

On the floors below you, you could hear a bustle of activity as his siblings made similar preparations to leave.

“Why is this your responsibility?”

He looked at you, disbelievingly, the hand not supporting the bag went directly into his pocket.

“This is the world. Am I supposed to sit at home and wait to be subsumed by another apocalypse?”

You shook your head, bringing your knees up to your chest, not able to articulate what you were feeling.

“Let me come with you then.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, picked up the last of his morning coffee and knocked it back, shaking his head. 

“I’m not having this discussion again. I’d want you beside me in anything else, but not in this. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Your best chance of survival is staying well away.”

“What if you die? What am I supposed to do?”

From slight irritation, he softened further. Bending from the waist, he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, okay.”

He crossed to the door, but a strangled sob made him turn back. Your face was suddenly red, tear-streaked. When you spoke, the words tore themselves from a tight throat. 

“Don’t go!” 

He closed his eyes, hand still on the door handle. He let out a breath and dropped the duffel bag, turning back around, crossing the room in two strides and holding you close, your head against his chest.

“I have to, angel. I’m so sorry.”

Since then, your days had been spent scouring the horizon for impending doom and following the news incessantly for any hints of what was going on. Your nights had been spent sleepless, remembering Five’s caresses and trying to get your head around the fact that you and everyone else could die at any moment.

You at least knew he wasn’t dead. He got messages to you sporadically; short dispatches from the field. They appeared mostly via an ancient telegraph machine stowed in Reginald’s old office. The most recent of these hadn’t been very encouraging:

We’ve got a plan, but it’s tenuous. If it doesn’t work, we’ll really be fucked. If that’s the case, then I hope to see you on the other side, -F x

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They were four sexless weeks too. You quickly discovered that it takes more than the threat of imminent death to crush the human capacity for horniness. Before that month, you would have thought it would be a deluge of cold water on your libido, but that was far from the case. 

On the contrary, knowing that time could be short, all you could think about was having Five in your arms again: running your hands all over his body, the feeling of his lips on yours and the sensations of his lovemaking. 

As you lay in bed, his phantom was a heavy, intoxicating presence. Your need for him was strong tonight. You rolled to look at his empty side of the bed and imagined his head on the pillow. His eyes (that fickle forest green that masqueraded as blue in some lights and brown in others), you imagined them shaded by his hair. You saw his raised eyebrow, his smile, soft and suggestive, with the dimple that only appeared on one side of his face, recessing two large freckles by his mouth.

You pulled his pillow to you and buried your face in it. It smelled of him. You inhaled it deeply: his aftershave, his antiperspirant, his shampoo, a hint of coffee and something more  indefinable: a more fundamental scent that was all him.

It was this last smell that made your stomach flip, that made you breathe in the scent of the pillow again. It awakened something primal in you: ripples from your center outwards; flutters down each of your limbs. 

Before you knew it, you were stripping off your panties and kneeling up in bed. One hand held his pillow to your face and the other held your own pillow between your legs. When you started to grind, it was him beneath you. In imagination, he was teasing you: not allowing you to get on his dick until you came from humping his leg.

It wasn’t enough friction, so you sped up your hips, snapping them back and forth desperately. There was a whisper of something, a tingle from your neglected pussy, so you chased it, sinking deeper into the fantasy and imagining his hands squeezing your hips, guiding you as you rode him.

“Oh, Five,” you whispered, feeling your body begin to respond, wetness gathering between your labia, “Five, fuck.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

“Hm,” said an approving voice from the doorway, “that lucky fucking pillow.”

You gave a violent start, dropped his pillow and turned around. There he was, framed in the open doorway. You gave a grateful, ecstatic cry.

“Five!” 

In nothing but your t-shirt, you were across the room in a leap and bound and throwing yourself against him, holding him to you with sudden, tight urgency.

He immediately stiffened and let out a sharp groan of pain. You loosened your grip

“Oh my god, what happened? You’re hurt! Are you okay? Is it over? Is everyone okay? Is the world okay?”

He was holding himself stiffly, but now his pain had faded, his face was amused. He leaned forward and kissed your lips. On your side, the kiss was desperate, joy-filled; on his, more passionate. His tongue flicked between your lips before he broke away.

“How about this? l answer each of your questions if, each time, you answer me one in return?” he said, smirking. 

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, smiling gently, “but that wasn’t a question.”

You were too happy to see him to have space to be irritated by this game.

“Fine. What happened to you?”

He moved as if to put his bag down on the chair. Seeing his wince, you took it off him and placed it there yourself.

“Thanks. It’s just a wound. There was an explosion. I was hit by a piece of flying steel.”

“Shit,” you whispered, looking down at his chest and the bandages that must be underneath his shirt, “oh my god, are you okay?”

“Hey,” he admonished, “it’s your turn to answer a question now. What were you doing when I came in?”

You looked at him with annoyance.

“You know what I was doing.”

“Yes,” he smirked, “I want to hear you describe it.”

“I was masturbating.”

“How were you masturbating?” he pushed.

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” you said, using his own tactic against him, “How long will it take to heal? Are you seriously hurt?”

“That was two questions,” he said, stepping towards you, “but I’m feeling generous: I’m not seriously hurt. It’s a flesh wound. It’ll heal nicely.”

You looked at him with concern and he shook his head with a smile. 

“Now it’s my turn: what exactly were you thinking about when you were humping that pillow?”

“You,” you mumbled, “I missed you.”

“What exactly? You didn’t answer properly.”

You feel your face flush.

“I was thinking about fucking you. On top. Riding you.”

Five’s smirk grew, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows suggestively. You hurried on.

“Is the family okay?”

“All present and correct.” he said, moving even closer to you and stroking your hip in gentle circles.

It was a long, long month without you. There was barely time to think, let alone have the privacy for any ‘self care’ sessions of his own. Now that it was all over, his dick was complaining rather vocally about this neglect; insisting that if it didn’t get inside something warm and tight within the next five minutes, it would be most seriously displeased with the rest of him. 

As if to punctuate the point, it was now requisitioning rather a lot of blood from his brain, leaving him rock hard and almost lightheaded with the rush. 

“You’re so horny for me, aren’t you? Humping your pillow like a dirty little girl?”

“Was that a question?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as his hand snaked around to your ass. He stroked one of your buttocks up and down slowly, palm cupping the curve of your skin.

“Then yes: I’m horny for you.”

“How horny?” he said, immediately, squeezing you gently.

“Did you save the world?”

“Are you wet for me?” he said, huskily.

The fingertips of his other hand came to rest on your thigh. His eyes, dark in the low light of the bedroom, captured yours and held them firmly, authoritatively.

“If you’re not going to answer my question, I’ll have to find out for myself.” 

You looked back at him and his lips twitched. Slowly, he walked his middle and index fingers between your legs and parted your labia. He let out a low ‘oh’ as he felt the sopping folds waiting for him.

A jolt twitched down the boner now pressing insistently against the crotch of his pants. 

“How about you ditch the pillow and have a piece of the real thing?”

His fingers slipped slickly up and down your slit and you nodded, trying not to let your knees go weak. Your hands came to the hem of your shirt, pulled it over your head and discarded it so that you were standing naked before him. 

As your breasts bounced free, his befuddled mind could only think how much he’d missed them. He bent forward eagerly to try and take a nipple into his mouth, but froze mid-stoop with a wince and harsh intake of breath.

“Ow. Shit.”

He straightened up slowly, stiffly and leaned against the door, experimentally stretching out his limbs.

“You okay?” you said, worried. 

“I’m fine.” he muttered, hand over his injury, “Got a bad case of hornybrain. Made me forget I was impaled by a steel bar for a hot second there.”

You winced in sympathy and rubbed his clothed stomach in circles. When the pain had abated and he was again looking at you with lust behind his eyes, you leaned in and whispered to him.

“Looks like you’re going to have to stay still and let me do all the work.”

His lips parted but no words came out, for once unable to think of anything cocky to say. You could see the glisten of saliva on his tongue. You smirked and lowered yourself so that you were kneeling in front of him.

He laid his head against the door and exhaled as you deftly freed him of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He squeezed his eyes closed, thoroughly undone by the mere suggestion of being sucked. He was even hornier than he realized. 

He groaned in a strange mix of satisfaction and need as you licked him through his underwear, using one hand to pull the fabric taught around the thick five and a half inches imprinted there in harsh relief. The stretch and your saliva made the white material semi transparent and you felt a pleasant twist in your stomach as the hint of soft, flushed skin beneath. You lost yourself, aware of nothing but the perfect outline of his glans beneath your tongue and the heady, pheromonal smell of him. 

He made another tight, needy sound as you put your lips around his still-clothed head.

“Please.”

How could you refuse him? Pulling at the elastic and reaching in, you pulled him out to twitch in the open air. It looked painfully hard, as always curving slightly to your left but otherwise sticking straight out like an exclamation point to his arousal.

Slowly, still inhaling that intoxicating scent, you took him into your mouth, slowly sucking him. You hummed appreciatively at his solid, hot skin between your lips. You were in heaven there, happy to keep sucking him as long as he’d let you.

“You don’t know how much I need this,” he said, weakly, knees buckling as you built to a steady rhythm. You paid close attention to his head, enjoying the little pop it made as it left the tight seal of your lips.

He looked down at you with hazy eyes, watching the way your lips pouted as you slid your lips up his length. When you caught his eyes, the pupils suddenly widened and he immediately looked away, head snapping straight back to look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t look at you right now,” he breathed, by way of explanation, “You’re too perfect; I’ll come too fast.”

You flushed, glowing with his praise. Though Five was a loving partner, his compliments were usually hidden beneath layers of self-consciousness and sarcasm. Him saying this now was evidence of how overwhelmed he was: inhibitions swept away in the rush of reunion. 

Slowly, you withdrew and laid your head against his stomach so that his cock rested on your cheek. You looked up at him adoringly, simultaneously enjoying the intensity of his arousal and giving him time to calm down.

“I love you Five.”

“I love you too, baby.” he said, voice breathy and hoarse, “Now, please god, take me to bed and treat me like that pillow.”

You smiled, rose to your feet and led him to the bed, helping him out of the pants around his ankles. Standing by his side of the bed, you kissed his lips gently, enjoying the way his dick stabbed and pressed periodically at your thighs. When you broke apart, you looked into his eyes, at his soft look with his thick eyelashes shading his eyes. 

Aware of his injury, you supported him as he lay down, helping him to ease onto the mattress with the bare minimum of pain. His solid presence in your arms as he let you assist him was bliss.

Though you were being careful not to place any weight where it would hurt him, he pulled you into his arms. 

“Please,” he whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Just use me to get off. Use me like a goddamn dildo. I don’t care.  I need you.”

You smirked at this.

“Who are you and what have you done with Five?”

“Please.”

More begging. You didn’t have it in you to tease him, not when you too were desperate to feel his body against yours, to feel him inside you, to mingle your sighs and your pleasure with his.

You slipped him inside you and gasped. The resumption of this perfect coupling alone told you just how much you needed it. You knew you missed it, but now he was inside you again, you realized that it made you whole. His small keen as he slid home was enough to send a fluttering shudder from your center outwards.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, leaning close to him.

He nodded, biting his lower lip and caressing your hips.

Slowly, you began to grind against him, rolling your hips with him inside you, moving on top of him just as you did the pillow. This time, it really was Five beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, hitting and charging that sweet spot inside you until it felt like you were buzzing with his electricity.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Five!”

“I-don’t-deserve you,” he panted, “So perfect. Perfect. Beautiful girl…so goddamn sexy. I love you. I-fucking- Ah!”

He always got more talkative yet less coherent the closer he got. He was watching your swinging breasts, hanging a few inches above his face. You leaned forwards immediately, keen to give him what he couldn’t take for himself a few minutes before.

He took the hint eagerly, taking your nipple into his mouth and groaning along with you at the change of angle. He suckled enthusiastically, hungrily; hand leaving your hip to rub your breast with his palm. 

His groans now sent miniature, warm vibrations onto your nipple, creating a new center for charge to build upon. As it crackled down your limbs, stoking the heat in your stomach and groin, you moaned, wanting to ride him hard- ride him like a bike - but you were reluctant to let loose in case you hurt him. 

Instead, you rolled your hips upon him desperately. Judging by the sudden shout from him and the ache from your pussy, this motion was to both of your liking. You were on the edge now, teetering.

“Gonna come. Gonna come.” he whispered, urgently, removing his mouth from your titty with a wet sound.

He meant this to warn you but, instead, his desperate voice gave you the final push.

As you came, your pussy clenched, squeezing him suddenly. His eyes shot open and he all-but squealed at the unexpected stimulation. His hips surged upwards, the pain from his chest eclipsed for the moment by this maddening, raging orgasm. It felt like your pussy was milking it from him, pulling his rapid shots of come up into itself. 

At last, you came to a stop. 

“Is the world safe?” you asked, after a warm breathless minute or two.

“Yes,” he said weakly, “the world’s all okay.”

You carefully climbed off him, laid beside him and held him. There was the fresh smell of his shampoo and antiperspirant. The smell of home if ever there was one.  After a minute or two becoming heavier in your arms, he spoke again.

“Well, the world’s certainly all okay now.”

He stroked your stomach as if you were made of paper-thin glass, inclining his head towards yours as he spoke again.

"I meant what I said: you are perfect, you know."

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[writingforcuteppl]

At His Mercy

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

SUMMARY: Who would’ve thought that Ben uses his tentacles for everything, including fucking.

GENRE: Smut

WARNINGS: Tentacle fucking, degrading kink, praising kink, suffocation, chocking.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k words

“All at my mercy, how pathetic” Being restrained by Ben wasn’t something you expected to be enjoying so much. Your hands and legs were immobilized by two of his tentacles. Both of your clothes were long forgotten on the floor of the cold basement of the Sparrow Academy. “Always showing off, saying you’re stronger than me, better than me. But who's the one that has been whining like a pathetic little slut?” Another tentacle came out of Ben, holding one of your legs as the one that was restraining your legs grabbed the other, spreading your legs so Ben could see your glistening cunt. You were such a view. If he knew this was going to shut you up, he would’ve done it way sooner.

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” You felt one of his tentacles sliding up your spine, coiling around your neck, preventing your head from hanging, making you see him directly in his eyes. Ben could see desire and lust radiating through your body. He had spent so many nights, hand in his cock, thinking about you. How would you look naked, the sounds you would make, the look on your face. You may get on his nerves a lot, but that made him want you more. That didn’t mean he was going to go soft with you. For him, you were “a pain in the ass” most of the time, so he wanted to show who really was the best. Another tentacle went around one of your breasts, and the tip started to play with your nipple. You shuddered at the contact. Even with Ben being far from you, you felt intoxicated with him.

“You have no idea what I’m about to do to you” The tentacles all over your body tightened, making you moan, the pressure sending waves all over your body. “Oh, so you are enjoying this. What if I squeeze you harder…” the tentacles started to crush your whole body, making it harder and harder to breathe. You closed your eyes. This was too much, but he was right. You were enjoying this. The thought of him controlling your whole being, controlling if you stayed conscious or not, was more than thrilling. You felt a tentacle rubbing your clit, providing the pleasure you had been craving since Ben brought you down here. “So wet, and I haven’t even touched you. Well, no, properly,” he smirked. The tentacle went inside you agonizingly slowly, making you moan loudly, “So fucking tight. I wonder if you would feel this good around my cock” The thought of Ben fucking you properly made you clench around the tentacle.

This wasn’t what you thought sex with Ben was going to be. But you weren’t surprised. Ben used his tentacles at every opportunity he had, trying to control the things around him. And this was no exception. You were at his mercy and the only thing he wanted to control for so long. The pace of the tentacle was slow, providing you with the pleasure you needed but not what you wanted. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that the only thing on your mind is gonna be my name for the next week.” Even if you were enjoying the pleasure he was providing you now, you needed more, and the only way to get that was by provoking him.

“You are just words, Ben, like always” he got mad. You were in no position to talk.

“What the fuck did you just say whore?” The tentacle around your neck tightened. He was choking you. You knew you should’ve said something or at least tried to say something, but the feeling of suffocation was amazing. The pressure was enough for you to feel light-headed. Ben approached your frame. He grabbed your chin so you could see him directly in the eyes. “If I were you, I would keep my pretty mouth shut, or I will leave you here on the ground without doing anything. Got it?” You nodded. Ben stayed for a moment, looking at you. His eyes scanned your face trying to see if this was too much for you, but the only thing he could notice was your gaze looking at his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly. The number of times you have gotten lost imagining how his lips would feel on yours were too much to count.

“Ben, please…” you said or well whispered. He knew what you wanted, but he was waiting for you to say it.

“Use your words” he started to caress your cheek, making it the first time he was sweet to you.

“Kiss me” When you least expected it, Ben’s lips were on yours. You sighed. This was perfect. The kiss was messy, as if years and years of bickering and sexual tension were being released at that moment. Ben’s hand went to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You wanted to touch him so badly, but the tentacles prevented you from doing it. The tentacle that was still fucking you increased the pace, giving you more stimulation. You moaned in Ben’s mouth. The kiss stopped. You were about to complain when Ben started leaving wet kisses down your neck to your chest. He stopped at your breast, removing the tentacle that was around one of them. Ben started to suck one of your nipples, making you gasp. He knew what he was doing, rolling the bud on his tongue, causing your body to react to his ministrations. He switched from one nipple to another for some time until he decided it was enough.

He started to descend more on your body until he had your cunt in front of him. “So pretty…” you heard him whisper before you felt his tongue lick it. “God, you taste like heaven” he continued to lick and suck your clit. The sounds of his mouth, plus the lewd sounds of the tentacle fucking you, were the only thing that could be heard. You looked at his face. He was looking at you with desire. “Even if I want to eat you out for days until I leave you dry, I’m dying to feel you around me. So we’ll leave that for another day” Another day? So this wasn’t a one-time thing as you thought.

Thinking about Ben eating you out and fucking you more than once had you clenching around the tentacle. Ben stood up. You could see your juices all around his mouth. That was such a view, and you looked forward to seeing more. Ben gave you a quick kiss, making you taste yourself in the process. The tentacle that was fucking you got out, leaving you empty. The feeling didn’t last long since Ben easily slid into you. Oddly enough, you didn’t feel the difference. He grunted.

“You’ve already been fucked by one of my tentacles, and you are still so tight” Ben didn’t need to wait for you to adjust to him. He started to fuck you at a hectic pace. With each thrust, his breathing started to become more audible.

“Ben,” you moaned his name, making him go crazy. You sounded like an angel. His angel. Ben could feel you clench around his cock. Meaning one thing. You were close. “Come around my cock, princess,” a few more thrusts, and you came undone. His name comes out repetitively of you, like some kind of prayer. It took Ben a few more thrusts to come inside you. “Fuck” He didn’t even ask you for permission, like this, you will understand that now, you only belong to him and only him.

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[ast3ryne]

Desperate

Pairing: sparrow!ben hargreeves x umbrella!reader

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, profanity, oral (giving), heavily unedited

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Reader’s power is heavily mental based, particularly around their emotions and they lose control of them while being held captive by the sparrow academy. Unfortunately for them, Ben is the one they wind up projecting these emotions onto.

Part two is here

A/N: Legitimately the first post I make because Ben Hargreeves has me in a chokehold. Heavily not-so-heavily inspired by @fucking-greywater’s fic Closer. Tried to keep it as neutral as I could but later on it is implied that reader has a vagina so keep that in mind.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?”

His voice rang throughout the room, only further confirming the identity of the man in front of you and leaving you entirely confused as the world seemed to tip on its head. Ben. Ben was standing in front of you and the rest of your family in the living room you thought was your home.

What?

Why was he here? Alive, and well. What was he doing with these people? Your thoughts began to swirl as a sort of dizziness settled in. For a second you’d even forgotten to keep a hold of your emotions, they tugged on their reigns just enough to reach someone else before you reeled them all the way back in, burying them even further down than usual.

Right at that moment was when his eyes snapped to you, eyebrows furrowed in a way that externalized just how confused you were feeling before he returned to the glare he’d been shooting at the whole family.

You couldn’t do this. You’d only barely accepted the fact that Ben was officially gone after he saved Vanya and that was hours ago, and now? God this made you wanna vomit.

So you detached yourself. You had to. Anything else would’ve led to your emotions boiling and taking over. You’re supposed to be level headed no matter what so act it.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You don’t know how long you were out of it, but when you came to it was solely due to Five grabbing you and zapping the both of you to the second floor as one of Ben’s tentacles nearly impaled you.

“Get your shit together, you’re gonna get yourself killed.” Was all that he said as he jumped over the balcony again. He’s right of course, as Five tends to be unfortunately. You stand up and swear to actually fucking fight when you’re immediately pecked in the face by a bird, then another, and suddenly there’s a flock after you.

Through all of the birds you see the blind one, coming at you like she’s Miss Peregrine or some shit. Now that pissed you off. So you use that, amplify that rage and project it onto her as well. The birds grow more vicious in their attacks, however they also grow sloppier. Less organized. Good. You reach out your hand and use the mental connection between you two and hit her nerves, raking at them desperately as you try to maintain control. It takes a bit but soon she’s folded over, holding her arms as the birds rush back to her, you assume in a futile attempt to protect her.

You’d like to think you won that, but you definitely didn’t. You couldn’t feel it yet but you were positive those birds took some hefty bites out of you. And your affect on her was only going to last so long as you maintained focus, so you backed away slowly, eyeing carefully before dashing down into the lobby.

You find an only slightly bloody Diego and an unscathed Klaus running out the door right away and chase after them.

Wasn’t that just lovely.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You didn’t want to admit it but the hotel was feeling stuffy, the rooms were too packed with your siblings for you to be comfortable and downstairs you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched.

So you went on a walk. Just a quick one, around the park a few times before you go back. At least that was the plan, before you’d found yourself knocked out and kidnapped. Just your luck.

Ben, as in the one who’s an absolute dickhead, had taken an interest in you for some reason. If you had to guess it was because you weren’t giving him any of the responses he’d wanted, because you refused to look at him. Or speak to him. He wasn’t about to taint your Ben just because this one fucking sucked.

“You know this would all be simple if you just told us where your stupid family took Marcus.” And he’s trying to talk to you again. You swear he must be some form of attention whore with the way he’s vying for yours.

How you’d love to punch him until your first goes numb.

“You can’t ignore me forever, or I’ll have Fei peck at you till you talk.”

“Fine, I’m talking, are you satisfied?” You shoot a pointed scowl across the table at him, feeling your control slip.

“See how easy that was? Now then, tell us what you did with our number one.”

You rolled your eyes, you wouldn’t be shocked if Marcus had run away because he got sick of Ben’s shit. You know you would.

Despite your lack of response he kept pushing, until you finally slammed your fork into the table and glared at him, anger boiling over in a way you were positive wasn’t healthy.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be retiring to my quarters where I won’t be hopelessly interrogated over something I have zero fucking knowledge of.” You gritted your teeth together and stormed out, half expecting him to follow you just so he could get the last word, seems like some shit that prick would pull.

Laying down there felt wrong. It was technically your room, but they’d been using it as a guest room. Probably because they didn’t have eight kids like your family did.

It felt so surreal. Being there, knowing that Ben’s room was next door, but it wasn’t your Ben who was in there.

Your thought drifted to him, imagining both versions of him. The soft sweet seventeen year old you remembered him as, and then the ghostly form he’d been in when Klaus fully manifested him. You miss him. You’re so mad at yourself for not cherishing him when you had the chance, for being so explosive when you were younger. For all the arguments the two of you got into whenever you were in a mood, and so anyone in your vicinity was too.

And then there was the current Ben. The full grown one. The one who’s grown into an arrogant power hungry asshole. How any of his siblings managed to deal with him this long is beyond you, because you would’ve “accidentally” killed him a long time ago.

Infact the only positive trait he had was he was strong, way stronger than old Ben. And he seemed pretty damn confident about it with the way he constantly wore the tightest of shirts to accentuate just how ripped he was. Not that you’d noticed or anything.

Just like you hadn’t noticed just how amazing his voice sounded, or how his hands would look amazing around your neck, or even how you’d love to press your lips against his to shut him up just once. No you hadn’t noticed any of those things because if you did that would be very very bad. You hadn’t noticed a damn thing.

You shouldn’t be thinking like this. You were so caught up that you didn’t even realize your feelings were actually running wild, not only yanking on their leash but breaking it entirely. And you were horny, so incredibly horny. Not just that but they’re definitely strong enough to affect someone nearby, and the only one nearby right now is-

There knocks came to the door, right on cue. Fuck. Your. Life.

“I uh- give me a second.” You said quickly, throwing the blankets off of yourself and realizing just how hot you were feeling. The second you opened the door you were met with Ben, an indiscernible emotion dawned on his face as he leaned against the doorway.

“What did you do to me.” He said darkly, more of a statement than it was a question.

“What? I didn’t do anyth-“

“Liar.” He pushed past you, stepping further into the room and leaning back against the desk.

“Excuse me?”

“What the hell did you do to me?”

“I told you, I didn’t do shit to you.”

“Fine. Let’s say you didn’t do it on purpose, what were you thinking about just now?”

Your jaw clenched. Oh.

“Nothing. Just trying to sleep while coping with the fact I’m being held captive.” You snorted, crawling back into bed and looking anywhere but into his eyes.

“Interesting. And does trying to sleep typically involve thinking about me?”

“Huh.”

“I heard you,” he pushed off the desk and sat on the edge of the bed, “matter of fact, I didn’t just hear you, I felt you.”

Now this, this was embarrassing. And you suddenly wished you’d taken the time to think before you fantasized about the enemy. You opened your mouth to speak but never got the chance to as he pushed you down, pressing his soft lips against yours harshly. His hands slipped behind your head and cradled it as he trapped your legs between his. An hour ago you would have resisted, gotten angry, forced him off, but god the way his hands were on you made your mind melt.

His lips traveled down from your lips and onto your neck, your shoulder, you’d think he was trying to eat you alive with how he clung to you.

How heavily were you influencing him?

“Enough to make me want to act on it.”

And suddenly you recalled the mental connection, he could hear you. Oh god he could hear you.

You felt his lips curl up against your skin, eyeing you as you severed the connection with a quickness you didn’t know you had.

His fingers dug into your skin as he flipped you ontop of him and pulled his cock out.

“Get down there and suck it.” He ordered, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to refuse after you looked at it.

He was big, not too big but big enough for you to have to work your way up to sucking him off. Instead you bought time licking at the sides, swirling your tongue around the tip and holding onto his thighs before you finally swallowed the whole thing. It hit the back of your throat in a way you knew was gonna make you sore later, so you took your time.

He didn’t like that much. He grabbed the sides of your head with both hands and pushed it down before thrusting you into your mouth, bucking his hips up and down seeking only for his own pleasure.

Moans fell from his lips alongside curses until he had to use one of his hands to shut himself up as he grew too vocal. It didn’t take long for his movements to become sloppier, more jerky as his legs started shaking. And soon he forced your head all the way down as he released into your mouth.

When he finally came down from his high he caressed your cheek. “Fuck, you did such a great job taking me.”

And then without any warning he stood up, buttoning up his pants and looking as though he didn’t do a damn thing just now.

“Wait-wait what?”

“Hm?”

“Where are you going?”

“To bed.”

“But…I thought we-you…”

He raised an eyebrow as you tried to sort through your words, the corner of his lips twitching as held back a sly grin.

“You thought what sweetheart? That I was gonna fuck you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, isn’t that what he was gonna do? Why else would he be so willing to…

“Of course that’s what I thought.” You said carefully.

He chuckled, hand lifting your face up by your chin as you still sat on the bed.

“You don’t deserve to have me take you.”

“Yes I d-”

He cut you off with yet another kiss, his grip on your chin tightening.

“You want it so bad, why don’t you beg?” He whispered as he pulled away, staring straight into your eyes.

You didn’t want to. You really truly didn’t want to. But the wetness that had pooled in your underwear tempted you, and how could you refuse?

“Please, Ben.”

“Please what? What is it you want?”

You bit down your pride, shutting your eyes as he forced you to keep looking up at you.”

“Eyes open.”

You obeyed. You obeyed too easily. This was degrading. Utterly embarrassing.

“Please just fuck me already, Ben.”

He snorted, letting go of your face and walking towards the door. “I’ll think about it.”

And just like that he was gone, leaving you entirely frustrated and frankly pissed.

#ben hargreeves #Ben Hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #tua #Ben hargreeves smut #the umbrella academy smut #the sparrow academy

[salvador-daley]

Sauna Klaus x Dave

Umbrella Academy smut 🍑🥵

Author’s Note: So, the other day, my husband told me about our town’s gay sauna and how there was a whole documentary about it. I didn’t ask him how he knew all this, but I did watch the documentary.

Anyway, then this happened.

All my other WIPs (Dead Sexy, Chained and High Altitude) are still ongoing and new chapters for each are coming soon - I just really needed to get this smut out of my system. (I’m sorry!)

Enjoy, filth fans! If you like it, leave me some comments and I will read them over and over while lying on my bed in the foetal position because they are my primary source of dopamine. 🧡🧡

Summary:

Dave goes to the sauna for the first time.

It goes… very well.

Snippet from Sauna:

He is beautiful - but not in the way a man is usually beautiful - in the way the Grand Canyon is beautiful. An awe-inspiring, breath-taking, all-encompassing beauty. His cheekbones and jawline are razor-sharp, his eyebrows thick and expressive, his eyelashes long, his goatee finely manicured, framing a wide, warm smile. He is so radiant, he’s almost painful to look at. Like the sun.

“Wow, you’re…”

“Invading your space, I know. I hope you don’t mind - I just have this damn tricky shoulder, I’m hoping the heat will help to loosen it up.” The man massages the top of his arm for emphasis.

Fuck, his arms are beautiful too.

Dave shakes his head “No, no, that’s fine.” He doesn’t really know what to do here, he’s been thrown off by that face, those eyes, those arms.

He panics and sticks out his hand. “I’m Dave, by the way.”

The man looks down at the proffered hand as if Dave just offered him a rubber chicken. Instantly, Dave realises his mistake; he has forgotten the primary purpose of places like these - anonymity.

A bemused smile crosses the man’s face, the kind one reserves for the quaint idiosyncrasies of a foreign tourist.

“A names guy, hey?”

It’s like Dave has suggested some new, weird kink and he’s deciding whether to go for it or not.

“Okay, then. I’m Klaus.” Klaus takes Dave’s hand and gives it a hearty shake. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Read the rest on AO3

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[mykinkyyandere]

i think faking orgasms with daddy!five and naive!reader would be very interesting. she doesnt even really know the feeling of an orgasm or what it really is. would he react any differently? would five force orgasms out to make up for it?

AO3

Warnings: Grown-up Five, faking orgasm

⠀

In fact, there's a huge difference between the reader faking it on purpose and faking it unconsciously. When Five first realizes you're faking it, he's furious, but when he finds out the truth, he's amused. He likes it so much that he can even laugh. You, poor little thing, think you have an orgasm. He doesn't think there's anything funnier and sweeter than that. You're so naive that he just admires you. Your confused eyes are like a reward, he just wants to hug you and pat your head and tell you what a good girl you are. Then, he'll gladly let you experience what a real orgasm feels like. I don't think Five would feel guilty. He thinks he does everything right, as always, you just got confused about your feelings and had "orgasm" even though you hadn't yet. It's all a harmless fault of you being so innocent.

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[stitched-mouth]

Wet Fucking

Pairing: Lila Pitts x GN! Reader.

Summary: Whilst the Handler is away, you and Lila decide to make good use of the beautiful bathtub in the hotel.

Warnings: Smut, Bathtub sex, Oral sex (male OR fem receiving, this work is gender neutral), Dry (wet) humping, Lila is a crazy horny little shit, both also emotional and desperate to be fucked.

Writing Time: 40 minutes (how? it’s so short and I didn’t take a break).

Word Count:

Format: Kinktober Imagine, Day 14.

A/N:

Happy to finally write for Lila Pitts. But I’m a little disappointed with this work. Very short like a lot of my Kinktober works. It is my first Kinktober though and I am struggling with keeping up.

Remember when I had a Lila Pitts fan page?

Imagine Lila pulling you down into the tub to defile you.

She would press you up against the wet slippery tile walls just to lick and suck on the special spot in between your legs.

Lila wouldn’t be kind of gentle, she had been needing this for far to long and she finally had her opportunity.

She would eat, suck and spit on you like a feral animal. Her attack wouldn’t stop until you came in her mouth.

Once she had lapped up all your juices, her next attack would start.

Lila would then pull you back down into the now cold soapy water and shove her filthy tongue in your mouth whilst humping your leg like crazy.

Moans would spill out of her mouth continuously and water would ruin the whole bathroom.

You would have to find her hips with your now weak arms and pull her properly into your lap.

Be careful she doesn’t push you down head first into the tub. You’d either bang your head or drown.

That’s how animalistic Lila can get during sex. She tends to forget where you both are.

She would then cry and whimper whilst glazing into your eyes.

“Oh God baby, I’ve missed you much.”

And you missed her. So you were going to show her just much your time apart had pent you up too.

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #netflix #tua #the umbrella academy #smut #lila pitts #lila pitts x reader #lila pitts smut #tua x reader #the umbrella academy smut #tua smut

[joenotexotic99]

How come there is no Five Hargreaves smut out there so I write Five Hargreaves smut but literally nobody reads it🤨

The math ain't mathing.

#the unbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy smut #five hargreaves smut #five hargreaves x reader #five Hargreaves x reader smut #five hargreaves x you #the umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy fic #please just like my post #it took me way too long

[drabblesofsmut]

→ Some things to know...

♪♪♪♪

★Masterlist★

I write for...

→ TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski.

Derek Hale.

Peter Hale.

Scott McCall.

Malia Tate/Hale.

Lydia Martin.

Liam Dunbar.

Theo Raeken.

Isaac Lahey.

→ MARVEL

Bucky Barnes.

Loki Laufyson.

Thor Odinson.

Pietro Maximoff.

Valkyrie.

Natasha Romanoff.

Wanda Maximoff.

→ THE WALKING DEAD

Daryl Dixon.

→ STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson.

Steve Harrington.

Jhonatan Byers.

Robin Buckey.

→ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Diego Hargreaves.

Five Hargreaves. (With 18 years old)

What I write and what I don't...

→WHAT I DON'T

No to homophobic.

No to rape.

No to big illegal age gaps/pedophilia.

No to racism.

No to incest. (The stepbrother/sister thing it's okay, but NO to real siblings)

→WHAT I DO

Yes to gay stuff.

Yes to any kink, I can't think in any kink that I feel uncomfortable with.

And of course that you can request.

#stranger things #teen wolf #marvel #the walking dead #the umbrella academy #stranger things smut #teen wolf smut #the walking dead smut #the umbrella academy smut

[lolawassad]

Alphonzo x afab!reader part two to this @nerdyshitislit

SMUT MINORS DNI

The door slams open to the room "Get your paws off of our sibling" Diego yells out startling you awake, you whine before you burry your head into Alphonzo's chest "you should leave" Alphonzo tells them while wrapping his arms around you tighter making Luther scoff he goes to say something but Sloane and Jayme walk up

Luther starts flirting with Sloane and Jayme starts arguing with your siblings "Just let them be, they arent hurting anyone" she says voice filled with venom

You sigh loudly before placing a kiss on Alphonso's cheek "Ill see you later" you whisper before walking over to the window you open the window and stand on the window frame making Alphonso jump up worried as to what your doing "okay lets go" you tell your siblings annoyed before letting yourself drop from the window

Alphonso runs to the window only to see you making a staircase using plants making him sigh in relief "way to give a guy a heartattack Darl" he yells to you making you turn "sorry!" you yell back sheepishly before blowing him a kiss and turning back around

Alphonso keeps watching until you are out of his view, he closes the window before turning around seeing your siblings still there "leave, what are you waiting for?" he asks annoyed before slamming the door in their face

He throws himself on his bed annoyed, he looks up at the ceiling and sighs loudly before perking up and running to his closet before finding what he was looking for, yelling out for Fei

When you enter your hotel room you throw yourself on the bed before letting out a loud annoyed sigh, its then you hear a tap on the window, confused you walk up to it and open the curtain only to be met with a crow holding a phone

You open the window and the crow flies in dropping the phone on the bed before cawing and flying away, the phone softly beeps making you close the window again and walk over to the bed, you sit down and grab the phone opening it

"Hey darl, now we can talk without your family interupting" the text reads making you smile, you go to reply but the door is knocked on "y/n?" someone asks making you sigh, you put the phone under your pillow and lay down, blanket over you

The door opens "y-" the person cuts themselves off "they are sleeping" the voice whispers again before you hear footsteps leaving, the door closing softly

You grab the phone and sit up, blanket thrown to the edge of the bed "hey!:)" you send back before softly biting your lip "i miss having you in my arms" Alphonso texts back making you giggle softly

You start typing a reply but stop when he texts "wanna video call? i miss your cute little face" you look away before letting the phone drop on the bed and you cover your face letting out a soft squeel

Instead of replying back you press on the video button, he is quick to pick up "hey there darl" Alphonso coo's, you wave making him chuckle "aw you shy now baby?" he asks making you nod

"Its just me darling" he says "i know" you say softly making him chuckle again "your so fucking cute angel" he says making you drop the phone, your thighs squeeze together and you let out a soft gasp

"Did you like that baby?" he asks "come on be good for me and answer me" he demand when you dont reply, you pick up the phone "wait darling look on the desk in your room" he says making you turn your head to see a laptop "where did?" you go to ask but he cuts you off "well i wanna see you even when you cant be here or i can be with you so i found a laptop and phone that were unused, hang up, open the laptop and call me via there" he demands making you nod before hanging up

You let out a happy sigh, rushing to the door and locking it then going to the desk and grabbing the laptop and moving to the bed with it, you open it and open Whatsapp before pressing the call button as its ringing you start feeling cold so you get up

You walk around the room before finding the bag you brought back home earlier "this isnt my bag" you whisper before opening it and finding sweaters that belong to Alphonso "hey darling where are you?" you can hear him ask, you throw on the sweater and take off your bottoms leaving you in underwear and his sweater that reaches your thighs

You jump on the bed "sorry i was cold" you say making him look at you "holy fucking shit" he curses "is that mine?" he asks "me or the sweater?" you ask cheekily "i know you are mine but is that my sweater darling" he basically growls making you squeek before nodding your head "it looks good on you, from now on youll only be wearing my clothes"

You play with the hem of the sweater "Hey darling look at me" he says making you look up "how about you lift the sweater up a bit huh?" he asks biting his lip "only if you feel comfortable doing that" he quickly adds

You slowly start to lift the sweater giving him a view of your underwear making him groan "oh fuck"

"Okay darling if you feel uncomfy you tell me okay?" he asks making you nod "nuh huh tell me you understand" "i understand" you whisper making him smile "look at you being so good for me" he praises "how about you take those off"

You pull your underwear down your hips and off your legs and throw them to the side, legs closed making him let out a tsk "come on show me darling" he says making you spread your legs wide enough to show him your cunt "how about you rub that cute little clit for me huh" he tells you making you whine softly before your hand reaches between your legs, when your pointer and middle finger press onto your bud you let out a moan

"so good for me" Alphonso praises again making you buck your hips into your hand "please daddy" you let out making Alphonso freeze before you freeze, you take your hand away and sit up before hearing the call end

You sit on the bed in shock "oh god" you say before burrying your head into the pillow you dont hear when the window opens but you do notice when a hand wraps around you ankle and pulls you towards the edge, you are flipped around and Alphonso's lips are on yours, his hand slides up your thigh before it reaches your cunt "you are so fucking wet for me" he says

"If you want to stop say cherry okay darl?" he asks disconnecting your lips making you nod, he tsks again "use your fucking words, dont be a brat" he scolds making you whine softly "i understand, please touch me more" you beg bucking your hips into his hand that is laying on your cunt "let me think" he says "no, i think you need to reform that question"

"Please daddy please touch me" you beg making him smirk "so fucking good for me" he connects his lips to yours and starts moving his fingers against your clit he softly growls into the kiss before sliding a finger into you making you moan loudly

You pull away from the kiss "i need more please daddy" you beg softly making him coo mockingly "aw you need more? this not good enough for you darl? you want daddy's cock?" he asks making you whine "yes please"

He slides in another finger before quickening his pace "gotta open you up first angel" he tells you making you whine again, his hand slides into your hair and pulls onto it "dont be a brat and let daddy open you up for his fucking cock okay" he says before spitting in your open mouth "swallow" he demands

You swallow before letting out a loud moan "its feels so good daddy" you whisper making him coo "your doing so good for me darl" he praises you before kissing your cheek and letting go of your hair

He pulls his hand away from your cunt before you can cum making you whine he shushes you and unzips his pants pulling out his cock "you ready for daddy, angel?" he asks making you nod "yes yes"

He pulls your thighs to his chest and slides into you making you hiss in pain, he kisses your cheek "im so sorry darl" he says with a frown stilling his hips "i didnt mean to hurt you, you okay?" he asks making you nod "please move, daddy" you whine making his smile come back

He starts moving his hips making you moan out, tears spilling from your eyes "so big" you praise making him smirk "yea? is daddy too big for you angel?" he asks squeezing your thighs softly making you hum in agreement

"you want daddy to stop seeing as he is too big for you?" he taunts making you shake your head, you open your mouth to talk but he slams his hips into yours "dont talk unless its your safeword, i only wanna hear your sounds" he demands

One of his hands leaves your thigh and goes to rub your clit making you clench around him "you close sweetheart? you gonna cum for daddy?" he asks you making you nod "fucking beg" he spits out

You let out a loud whine "please daddy please let me cum, ill be good for you" you whisper to him "yeah your gonna be good for me?" he asks moving his hips faster "fucking cum for me" he starts rubbing your clit faster making your thighs shake before you let go with a loud moan

Alphonso growls before releasing inside you, he removes his hand from your cunt and flips you around "Im gonna keep you stuffed full of my cum, dont want to waste any right?" he whispers in your ear, his hands go to your face and he pulls you to him softly and places a peck on your lips

You let out a shakey sigh and nod your head "you tired darl?" he asks you looking you into your eyes "yes" you tell him making him let go of your face and he wraps his arms around your waist holding him close to him "go take a nap, darling, ill be here when you wake up"

You close your eyes, Alphonso reaches to the blanket and throws it over the two of you, its then you hear sounds from the door you go to sit up but Alphonso pulls you down again "just ignore it darling, its probably one of your siblings trying to check on you, they wont make me leave again i promise"

You burry your head into his neck when the door opens "y/n listen im sorry okay?" Diego says storming into the room before seeing a smirking Alphonso holding you "look your an adult and you can do what you want y/n i know that but if he hurts you i will fucking kill him okay?" he threatens making you hum sleepily

"I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS" five yells from behind Diego "i vote we just kill him" five says

Alphonso smirks "im balls deep inside them right now" he says making eyecontact with Five making him gag "hey man, just because you have my blessing doesnt mean you get to tell lies, we all know y/n is a virgin" Diego scoffs walking away pulling five with him

"Darl? you where a virgin?" he asks you making you shake your head "i lost it when i was like 17, they dont have to know that" you tell him making him kiss your head "i bet i was so much better then them" he says voice laced with jealousy "so much better" you tell him

#the umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #alphonso hargreeves x reader #alphonso hargreeves #the umbrella academy smut

[hihomeghere]

Carousel Club | Five Hargreeves / Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After being dropped into 1963, you find work at the Carousel Club as a dancer. While following a tip where Luther could be, Five sees your routine. Overwhelmed by jealousy he sneaks into your dressing room. (I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters.) Warnings/Tags : Smut, cursing, piv, men being sexist (its the 1960s what do you expect?) dom!Five, Aged up!Five. A little bit of angst. Not requested.

You always trusted your husband. He was your constant in a very fucked up world. You knew he would never purposely harm you, or put you in harm's way. Sometimes that meant following him through time and space, other times it meant trusting him to not burn your dinner. So when he said he had a way out of the mess you and your in-laws had caused, of course you trusted him wholeheartedly. 

You grasped Five’s hand tightly in your own, feeling a sense of deja-vu from the last time you two tried to spacial jump. Diego gingerly held your other hand, you looked up at him giving him a curt nod. He returned the nod before looking around at the rest of his siblings. You raised your eyes to the gaping hole in the ceiling, the intricate details of the theater framing the crumbling moon. Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. You gave him a reassuring smile, well as reassuring as you could.

Electricity crackled around the seven of you, wind whipping your hair in front of your face. Five’s grip on your hand was almost crushing, like you were his lifeline. A giant blue orb of energy appeared above your family, growing and glowing. Five strained under the pressure, his face contorting into a pained expression. The blue light enveloped you all, flickering and pulsing. 

“Hold on! It’s gonna get messy!” Five yelled as the ground shook beneath you, shutting your eyes tightly you felt yourself being pulled away from Five and Diego. You only had a moment of panic before you were thrown to the ground.

You groaned sitting up, the blue light of energy blinding you. You raised your hand shielding your eyes.

“Five!” You yelled as you got to your feet. As fleeting as the orb had appeared it disappeared, as though someone had turned an old tv off. Was that a flash, or just your imagination? You shook your head, taking in your surroundings. No Five, no siblings, no briefcase. Where the hell were you? 

You wandered down the alleyway to the main street. Your hip twinged in pain after taking the brunt of your fall. You looked around the street, the lampposts and storefront neon signs were your only light source. You sank down on a bench, letting out a deep sigh. Your eyes wandered to a newsrack, you quickly got to your feet. You ran to it, holding the sides of the glass case. 

August 1st, 1963. Dallas, Texas.

Your heart leapt into your throat. Damn it, Five. Shit, Alison. God, where were the rest of Five’s siblings?

“Honey, are you alright?” A soft voice asked, you turned your head sharply. You were met by a sweet woman’s face, big blond hair and bangs. She had a cardigan wrapped tightly around herself as she reached out to touch your shoulder. You shook your head, still coming to terms with the last five minutes. “Come on, I’m just about to go get something to eat, why don’t you join me?” She said, smiling sweetly.

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t have any money.” You said, shaking your head. “Well then my treat.” She said helping you to your feet. You followed the woman down the streets of Dallas to a quaint diner. You sat down across from her, taking a look over the menu. People chattered mindlessly around you as you came to terms with your situation.

“I’ve seen that look before.” She said, setting her menu down on the table. 

“What look?” You said furrowing your eyebrows.

“That look. Every girl I work with has had that same look.” She huffed thanking the waiter as he set down a coffee cup in front of her. “Small girl in the big city, not knowing where you’re gonna stay or what you’re gonna eat. Believe me, I’ve seen that look before because I’ve felt that before.” She said reaching across the table, taking your hand in hers. “So what’s your story, sweetheart?” You took a breath, choosing your next words carefully.

“My husband and I got separated.” You whispered, “My parents didn’t agree with our marriage and so we ran away. He was supposed to meet me here in Dallas but he didn’t show.” You said, not technically a lie, Five was supposed to be here with you.

“Oh dear,” She tsked, “well you do not have to worry about that anymore. I’m so glad I found you! You can stay with me until you get back on your feet.” You smiled, hopefully Five wouldn’t make you wait much longer. 

“Thank you…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t caught her name.

“Autumn.” She answered, holding out her hand for you to shake.

“I’m Y/n.” You smiled, taking her hand.

“You know Y/n, I could put in a good word for you with my boss. He may seem a bit rough around the edges, but we’re always short staffed.” She shrugged. Whatever the job was you would only have it for hopefully a week tops before Five caught up with you, along with his siblings.

“I appreciate it Autumn.” You smiled, patting her hand.

-

When you arrived at Autumn's place of work you wondered if you were a little over your head. You followed Autumn into the back entrance of the nightclub. You passed by many half dressed women, putting on their makeup and outfits. 

“This way sweetheart!” Autumn called, you picked up your pace following her through the dressing room. Once on the main floor of the club you were greeted by the intense smell of cigars. Autumn had all but disappeared, you wandered through the tables. Trying to work your way to the front of the club, while also trying to avoid the men’s wandering hands at the tables. 

“Y/n!” She called from a table, you turned your head. The club was familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were face to face with Jack Ruby, the man who would put the hit out on Lee Harvey Oswald. You gulped, straightening your shoulders you walked over to them.

“Mr. Ruby, this is Y/n she’s looking for a job.” Autumn said, clasping her hands together. Jack looked you over, a cigar dangling from his lips. 

“Y/n who?” He said leaning back in his chair. You stuttered but only for a second.

“Y/n L/n,” You said with a smile, Hargreeves might get Five or your in-laws in trouble if anyone here caught wind of that name. He puffed his cigar, leaning over to whisper something to the man next to him. He chuckled before nodding, you bit your cheek. Feeling like a piece of meat in front of these men.

“Can you start tonight?” He said, lacing his fingers together. 

“Of course.” You replied, Autumn cheered quietly beside Mr. Ruby.

“Autumn, be a dear and show her the dressing rooms. Tell ‘em I want Miss Y/n to be on stage by tomorrow night.” He said motioning with his cigar in hand. On stage? You turned sharply looking toward the stage of the nightclub, scantily clad women fanning themselves with large feather fans. 

“Yes sir Mr. Ruby!” Autumn giggled, taking your arm and walking you towards the back.

-

You sat in front of your vanity, lined by bright golden bulbs. Brushing glitter onto your eyes before adding your long eyelashes. It had been three months since you had taken on your new job, along the way you had made many friends. You felt for all the girls alongside you, it was a rough profession but it paid well. You pulled your robe close around your body, walking over to the clothing rack. You rifled through the sheer jeweled fabric before your eyes landed on the black and white body suit. You threw your outfit over your arm heading back to your vanity. You were greeted by a beautiful bouquet of red roses, Autumn standing next to them with a coy smile.

“Autumn! Who are these from?”

“A secret admirer,” she cooed her bright red lips pulling back into a smile, “Just teasing! It’s from all of us girls here,” She said as she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Her cheap perfume floods your senses along with her sweet sweat.

“Y’all didn’t have to do that!” You smiled as she pulled away, she only waved you off.

“You’re one of the best here! Don’t know where you learned all your little tricks.” She said bumping your elbow with her own. She looked down at your costume in your arms. “Need help?” Autumn asked, holding out her hand. 

“Yes please.” You said handing her your suit as you lowered your robe. You held onto her shoulders stepping into the suit, you adjusted your straps as Autumn tightened your corset. You admired yourself in the mirror, since taking on your new job you had become more toned. More than when you had worked at the commission, and these clothes were definitely more flattering than your blue suits you used to wear. You took in a sharp breath as Autumn pulled through the last loops, tying the ribbon with a neat bow.

“Alright sister, you’re ready.” She said squeezing your shoulders.

“Thanks Autumn, now go take your break!” You said waving her off. 

“Y/n! You’re on next!” Shannon called from the stage door. You nodded, quickly stopping to smell the sweet scent of your roses before grabbing your tulle skirt. You tied it around your waist as you walked backstage. You picked up your red feather fans, taking a deep breath. You walked up to the closed red curtains listening to the deafening cheers and whistles. You heard the clink of the ropes being pulled back before you were blinded by the spotlights. You closed your eyes, bowing your head, your body covered by the bright red fans. 

You started your routine, swaying your hips seductively as you pulled the fans back away from your body teasing the audience. You lost yourself in the music, thankfully it was difficult to decipher anyone’s face over the shadows cast by the spotlights. You unclipped the tulle skirt, throwing it off stage. You could make out a certain group of sailors, and a rather large man standing by the bar. 

You teased the audience, covering your body with the fans before flashing them a glimpse of your shimmering body suit. You pulled the fans over your head, rotating your hips in a circular motion as you lowered into a squat. You bounced on your heels before jumping back up to your feet. You smirked as the men whistled and cheered. 

The music slowed, and faded out as you walked behind the red curtain. You dropped off your fans before heading back to your dressing room. You opened the door, shutting it behind you. 

“Who sent the roses?” Five’s voice sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head sharply, meeting Five’s predatory gaze.

“Five!” You gasped, your heart soaring in your chest. “When did you get here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said, crossing his arms. Your smile fell off your face, what was his problem? It’s not your fault that he dropped you off in the middle of 1963 with no resources. 

“Three months ago.” You said furrowing your brows, “I’ve been looking for you this whole time!” He scoffed, clicking his tongue.

“Oh really? It looks like you’ve been getting enough attention without me.” He huffed, glaring at the bouquet of roses.

“Excuse me for finding a way to survive here.” You spit pushing past him, knocking his shoulder against yours. You took a seat in front of your vanity, pulling out your makeup kit. He stalked up behind you, towering over you. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him through the mirror, effectively smearing your bright red lipstick.

“You’re mine.” He sneered, his lips pulling back over his teeth. You flushed, heat pooling in your core. You stared up at him through the mirror, his fingers squeezing your lips together. “Got it?” He asked. You glared at him, a devilish thought entering your mind. 

You kept quiet, smirking as you watched a shadow pass over his features. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he tilted your head to look him in the eye.

“You must need a lesson.” He smirked, pulling you to your feet, you stumbled slightly in your heels. He kicked the chair away, you jumped as it thudded against the carpeted floor. His arm moved behind you, sweeping everything off of your vanity along with the roses. They crashed to the floor, the vase shattering. He pushed you against the vanity, caging you in with his arms as he slammed his hands against the mirror. He stared down at you with a wolfish grin, you felt yourself flush. Your heart started to beat faster as you squirmed under him.

“Yes sir.” You said tilting your chin up, staring at him through your lashes. He growled spinning you around, your hands splayed out in front of you on the top of the vanity. His hand connected to your ass cheek, letting out a low chuckle as you gasped. He moved your hair off of your back, his cold fingers attacking the strings of your corset. 

“Stupid- fucking- ribbon-“ he said through gritted teeth, you caught the slightly crazed look in his eye through the reflection. Your body felt on fire, three months without him made every touch that more exhilarating. As soon as the corset was loose enough he was ripping it off of your body, along with your panties. You were entirely bare in front of your fully dressed husband. He stepped back, loosening his tie as he watched you squirm in the mirror. 

“Not so confident now, dearest.” He smirked, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. You breathed hard, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your nipples hardened against the cold air in the dressing room. You heard the familiar metal on metal as he took off his belt before unzipping his pants. He walked up behind you, nosing his dick against your folds. You clenched around nothing, pushing back against him. His hand came up to the back of your skull, wrapping his fist through your hair. He stared at you through his darkened gaze, you were breathless, your lips parting slightly.

“Please,” you whined, batting your eyelashes. He forcibly thrusted all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You let out a pornagraphic moan before you covered your mouth with your hand. He grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your mouth and holding it behind your back.

“Why don’t you let everyone here know who you belong to?” He huffed in your ear, thrusting erratically into you. You gripped the desk, the only thing holding you up as Five plowed into you. “Let them know that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.” You clenched around him as his words seemed to straight directly to your core. He let out a groan, loosening his grip on your hair. “Fuck you like this don’t you?” You nodded enthusiastically, your eyes rolling back into your head as his cock prodded against your g-spot.

“Yes, yes Five!” You babbled tears pricking your eyes, as he bent you over the desk. His hands flew to your hips, pulling them against his own thrusts. You could only lay there as your orgasm came crashing down. You were thankful you were on top of the vanity because there was no way your trembling legs would have been able to hold you up. 

Five’s eyebrows knit together as he arched his neck back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm quickly followed yours. Cumming with a loud shout he collapsed on top of you, your sweat causing his thin shirt to stick to your skin. He pulsed inside of you as he gingerly tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. He pulled away, peeling himself off of you. He kissed your shoulder as his softened cock slipped out of you. Your breathing was slowly coming back to normal as he tried to return your room to the state it was before he had destroyed it and you. He picked up your robe draping it over your shoulders. You sat up, feeling his cum start to drip down your thighs.

“What took you so long?” You asked, tying your robe close around your naked body.

“I just got here.” He sighed, tucking himself back into his pants. “I’m sorry I made you wait.” He turned to you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“I’ll always wait for you.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist. He held you against his chest, resting his cheek against yours.

“At least someone will, Luther and Diego weren’t too happy about me dumping them in the past.” Five sighed. Diego and Luther were here, too?

“Where are they?” You asked, turning to Five with wide eyes. Five looked at you inquisitively, a small smile pulling on the corner of his mouth.

“Luther works for Jack Ruby, y/n. I found him in this club before I knew you worked here.” Your stomach dropped. Luther worked for Jack Ruby? That means he must have seen your numbers.

“Oh god.” You said mortified, hanging your head against Five’s chest. He chuckled, shaking his head as he lightly rubbed your back.

“Believe me, he was just as mortified as you are.” He said, “Although I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your routine.” He lowered his voice, his hands trailing down your body to rest on your butt.

“I think I could give you a private showing.” You smirked, wrapping your hand around his tie. You pulled him forward by his tie, smashing your lips against his. His hands gripped your hips, the velvety fabric smooth against his palms. 

“God I’d love that,” He let out a sigh, “but maybe we should wait until after we save the world.” 

Again? It was happening again?

“Vanya?” You asked, pulling away.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” He shrugged, “All I know is on November 25th the world ends, again.” 

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion.”

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[mangoshorthand]

oh, and it was a guy who decided to tell me that as soon as all my clothes were off

Original request:

I have a really personal request of thats ok w u. my first time having sex i was called ugly and obese, and it still sticks with me nowadays so i shy away from being fully exposed/on top/having the lights on bc im scared they were right and its gonna happen again - so how would 5 deal w this in a partner? if this is too weird 4 u then just ignore

Thanks to @kaybreezy3000 for reading through this before I posted and making me sound less like a wildly-masturbating 19th century nobleman. Note for you at the end, anon.

Venus and Cupid | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 4k words, Rated E

Five was an observant man: he had to be. If he hadn’t learned to pick up on the details then it's doubtful he could have even made it to adulthood.  

So he noticed that you had quite specific tendencies very early on, back when you were first seeing one another. The first time you had sex, he thought you leaving your clothes on was pretty hot - it seemed as if you were so desperate to have him inside you that you couldn’t delay it even the short time it would take to get undressed - but it quickly became apparent to him that this was something more.

You always seemed to leave as many clothes on as humanly possible, or else turn off the lights before undressing shyly, almost reluctantly, always keeping something clutched around you. 

His first reaction was to feel frustrated, (okay, frustrated and insecure, if you insisted on wheedling that out of him). Were you even into it? 

He loved the sex you had, and you certainly seemed to get something out of it, but all the while you were covering yourself from his lustful gaze like he was a lecherous drunk eyeing you from down an alley. 

He just didn’t understand it. Things were great outside the bedroom: you laughed together, you had intelligent, lively conversations…you even romanced him in a way nothing had taught him to expect. You anticipated his wants, you surprised him with dates and the occasional gift. You made him feel special and wanted in every way except this one way.

And he needed it that way too.

Maybe there was something about sex that brought home to you that he was old enough to be your father. Maybe you saw his hungry gaze as the leer of a dirty, predatory old man...and that thought hurt because it held too much truth.

He finally asked you about it after a session of sex in which you looked distinctly uncomfortable riding him, avoiding his gaze and keeping the bed sheets wrapped around you. 

He brought it up in a way typical to him: blunt antagonism as defense, masking his real insecurities. “Question: why are you with me?”

“Because I like you,” you replied, confused by his tone.

“Sure,” he said, the smallest trace of sarcasm in his voice, “but there’s a problem here, isn’t there?”

You turned to him on the pillow, and you were greeted by his expectant, irritated smile. He raised a brow, clearly prompting you to state this so-called ‘problem’. When you seemed none the wiser, he continued. 

“The problem seems to be that you hate having sex with me.” 

You looked at him, nonplussed.

“No I don’t. Why would you say that?”

He shook his head with the trace of a bitter laugh. 

“So you just hate me looking at you, is that it? You know, nobody’s forcing you to sleep with me. We could just end it if you can’t stand me ogling you.”

You turned away from him, folding your arms across your chest protectively, hugging yourself. You tried not to cry, but tears were already welling in your eyes, threatening to overspill and roll down your face. You could feel him slipping away; sense the rejection coming on the breeze.

At the sound of a sniffle, Five softened slightly 

“Why do you always cover yourself?” he said, finally.

You choked back the tears.

“B-because I’m self-conscious about my body, okay?”

Five sounded incredulous.

“You’re self-conscious about your body?”

You nodded, still not looking at him.

“Don’t bullshit me,” he said, suddenly irritated again, “You expect me to believe someone who looks like you is self conscious about her body? You’re beautiful, what the hell do you got to be self conscious about?”

His words, though spoken in a tone of irritated disbelief, gave you a warm feeling in your chest. In fact, it was his irritation that assured you of his honesty. That feeling of affirmation brought more tears at first, and it took a few moments to recover.

Five waited for you to begin patiently, able to tell by now that you’d been holding something back, and realizing for the first time that perhaps this wasn’t all about him.

You told him everything.

Your first sexual experience was with somebody who called you ‘ugly’ and ‘obese’ as soon as your clothes were removed. The first man to touch you in that way had used that privilege, not to lift you up and make you feel beautiful, but to tear you down, destroying your confidence in the process. Now, being in full view when having sex was almost unbearable to you, so you avoided Five seeing you completely naked and you avoided being on top as far as you could, lest it break the illusion and he see you for what you really were. 

You stopped occasionally to cry, unable to meet Five’s eyes. It was partially the memories, and partly the fact that you were bearing your soul to him in this way: totally vulnerable. You were giving power to him now; knowledge of how to hurt you worse than almost anything if he chose. 

As he listened, Five’s heavy brows lowered further and further, his lips becoming thinner and thinner, occasionally shaking his head as you unfolded the tale.

“Shit.” he said, after you finished your story, and then fell into silence. After almost a full minute, he spoke in a low, serious tone.

“What was his name?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, wiping your eyes.

“What was his name?”

You told him.

“Well he’s a fucking idiot, you know that right? A nasty little…you know where he lives?”

“No.”

“No problem, I can find him.”

“Five-”

“First I’ll pull out his fucking fingernails.”

“Five, no.”

“I’ll kill that cunt slow. Ignorant-”

“Five!” 

Your raised voice finally made him turn his head.

“What good would killing him do?”

He blinked. 

“It would make me feel better,” he said, though the murderous fantasies seemed to be fading from behind his eyes. 

Then, he shook his head, casting the thoughts away like a dog shaking off water. 

“....I  admit that making me feel better is low on our priority list right now.”

He held out his arms to you. When you didn’t immediately enter his embrace, he spoke in a voice so soft, and so caring that you couldn’t deny him. 

“Please, my love.” 

My love?

That was new. 

You leaned up against him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your waist. 

“You don’t have to feel self-conscious or…ashamed around me. You know I would never - you know that I…I worship you, for Chist’s sake. I’m desperate to see all of you. That guy was an ignorant, tasteless bastard. You don’t - surely you know that?”

You nodded uncertainly, another tear running down the side of your nose. 

“I guess,” you said, mouth against his firm pectoral, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, “but I always get scared. Like you might…like one day you might see me and...get grossed out. Because…I know, I know I’m not sexy. I know I’m -”

“You think you aren’t sexy?” he said, speaking as if you’d just claimed that you were an organic cucumber, “are you crazy?” 

He pulled away from you, a hand on each shoulder so he could look you dead in the eye.

“Jesus, you think I’d be ‘grossed out’ if I saw you? I’m not blind, y'know; a bedsheet or a light switch can’t really hide your body from me. You’re so sexy, I can barely think straight sometimes - how in the hell can you not see that? I’d choose you for looks over any girl, every damn time. The other day when you were wearing that tight black dress- god, I pitched a tent big enough to sleep eight.”

And the way he looked down at your silhouette had you almost believing him.

You smiled, nevertheless self conscious of the idea of your black dress being more form-hugging than you’d thought. Five continued, sweeping his hair carelessly out of his eyes. 

“And it’s not just your face or your body, it’s the way you carry yourself. The way your hair falls, your smile, the color of your skin. It’s just attractive. It’s hot. End of story.”

The vehemence in his face made you smile a little more. He looked the way he did when he’d just completed a complex mathematical proof: buzzing with the knowledge of pure, objective truth. From his perspective, he had just conclusively proved an undeniable fact. 

“I know I’m biased because I love you, but anyone would say that you’re beautiful. When you met Klaus, he took me aside and told me I was punching way over my weight. I didn’t even argue-”

But you interrupted him.

“You love me?”

He fell silent abruptly, playing back his last words in his mind.

Yup, he’d definitely said it. 

He swallowed. He was an idiot.

“Well yes. Actually, I do.” 

Before you had time to do anything except gape, he rushed to fill the silence:

“I know it’s not been too long, and I don’t expect you to feel the same-”

“But I do.”

He fell silent again, his eyes on yours. 

They were strange eyes. Their shape and color, although beautiful, were normal enough, but there was a little something in their expression that always took you firmly by the throat. One might fall into those eyes and drown, yet his hand, coming to take yours, tethered you to the water’s edge. 

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything,” you breathed.

His lips gave a spasm and, for a moment, you both thought he was going to cry too, but instead, he just smiled. He smiled for you a lot, but the clear, open love in this one was like being bathed in warm sunlight, and you luxuriated in it.

Then, he laughed. He giggled, in fact. It bubbled up his throat and out of his mouth before he could temper it into anything that sounded more sophisticated.

“We love each other,” he said, grinning in a dopey, infectious way.

When you smiled back, he cupped your chin gently, those eyes keeping your face upturned to his just as firmly as his hand did. He leaned into you.

At first, his kiss was tender, and your lips slid past and around one another like an embrace. But when he leaned forward, forcing you back onto your pillows, his tongue entered your mouth, and the kiss took on a more amorous character. He made a low noise as he deepened his tongue’s quest into your mouth, and you reciprocated with a soft bite to his lower lip. 

He growled, and heat spread through you as his kiss became rough and firm, pressing you into the pillows now with the weight of his body. All the tenderness had transferred from his lips to his hands, one stroking reassuringly through your hair, and the other at your waist, giving you feather-light, electric touches through the bedsheets.

Your hands came to his subtly muscled back, and cinched him closer to you. The heat was concentrating now, pooling in your lower stomach and swirling there as his unyielding lips let you know that resistance was futile. Your skin was alight with every gentle, loving touch from his fingers, now starting to work their way beneath the bedsheets.

He broke the kiss just long enough to speak. His voice matched the kiss: deep, rough and feral.

“Let me see you.”

Though it was a command, it had the sound of a request, so you took it as such.

Despite the desire now aching in your guts, your fears were still there: perhaps irrational in this situation, but no less real. Beneath the sheets, Five’s hand squeezed and massaged the flesh just above your hip. The touch spoke of his renewed need, but it spoke also of his restraint: his hand had stopped just shy of the area you’d usually hide.

“Please.”

And the word, in that husky voice, broke you. 

“Okay,” you said, arousal threatening to be overcome by nerves, “just…take it slowly.”

He nodded distractedly. His eyes were roaming your skin as he came to kneel between your legs. Both of his hands were now inching the bedsheets down, from your waist to the swell of your hips.

He made a low noise in his throat, and his soft hair fell onto the newly-exposed torso as he bent to kiss it, hot presses of his lips against sensitive skin. His hands skimmed you, feeling out your flesh.

“So beautiful,” he growled, looking up at you, fingers worming their way beneath the sheets again, “is this okay?”

You nodded as he pulled the sheets down another few inches, exposing your stomach to just below the navel. As the air met the newly-exposed skin, you felt gooseflesh prickle across your arms, your stomach tightening with the feeling of exposure. “Pretty girl.” Five cooed, running his hands across your tummy, his pressure gentle, but proprietary. 

With another slow shift of the sheets, and you were exposed to your pubic bone. He let out a breath and squeezed the skin of your hips, smiling at you broadly. It was the dangerous, toothy smile.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to get you over this. I’m going to have to make you realize how fucking hot you are, because I’m going to need to hold onto you just like this while you bounce on my cock. I need to watch these tits bounce while you ride me.”

He squeezed your flank harshly, making you gasp, and you arched your back into him as he leaned forward to take each nipple into his mouth. There was a low rumble in his throat as he first nibbled, and then soothed each tortured bud with his tongue. Your whines tailed off into moans, as arousal and the intensity of his desire once again overcame your fears. 

You felt his satisfied smile around your nipples, and then his hands left your hips to paw and knead your breasts, weighing and bouncing them in each hand. 

He gave you another kiss on the lips before straightening up, so that he was kneeling over you again, head tilted as he looked down on you, almost speculatively. The position made it obvious that he was hard again, his bulge stretching the fabric of his white boxer-briefs, leaning up against his stomach and beginning to put pressure on the elastic of his waistband. His pretty, curved cock was perfectly outlined by the material: 

“I’m going to make you feel so confident that you’ll push me onto the bed, trap me between your thighs and ride me so hard I get a concussion against the headboard.”

Though the idea made you feel another squirm of discomfort, the humor combined with the lust behind his eyes made you give a small smile.

“Not today,” you said, in a small voice.

The memories were still too close…the hurt from recalling them was only just over the horizon. 

“Not today.” he confirmed, eyes roving down to where the bedsheets still covered your sex, “but can I see your pussy, beautiful?”

“Yes.” you said, barely more than a whisper.

“Mm. Good girl,” he groaned, and pulled the bedsheets down to your knees. 

There you were, fully exposed to him…totally bared. Internally, you were fighting between the urge to cover up, and the urge to please him. You still felt exposed, like a turtle without its shell, vulnerable laid out in front of him. 

He was still taking it all in, eyes lingering on where your thighs were as close together as they could be with his body between your calves.

Part of you was still terrified it was coming. Perhaps he wouldn’t be cruel -  he’d probably try to be polite about it - but he was still about to reject you now that he’d finally got a real look. Perhaps it was okay when his imagination could fill in the blanks, but now he’d actually seen you - 

“Oh,” he said.

And in that syllable, all your fears were proved baseless. The sound was a moan of pure, wanton appreciation.

His tongue slid out to wet his lips, still pink and swollen from his hard kisses. His dominant left hand slid immediately into his underwear, and he began to pump himself vigorously. Apparently, he was more than ready for this evening’s second round. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, speeding his strokes as his eyes roamed your exposed flesh, “you’re so hot.”

As his eyes came to your thighs and pussy again, he increased the frequency of his strokes, fist still out of sight down his underwear. 

“Five,” you said, anxiously, still feeling slightly uncomfortable. 

“Just a few minutes, baby.” he said, desperately, “Look what you’re doing to me.”

Beneath the material, he retracted his foreskin and pressed the head of his cock against the small, wet patch that had appeared there. The pink of his deeply-flushed cock tip was just visible through the fabric, rendered semi-transparent by his precome.

“I’m already leaking.” he said, agony creeping into his rough voice, “Just a few more minutes. Just until I finish.”

His eyes looked hazy, far away somehow, transported to a place where his body’s need ruled him with an iron fist. It was enchanting to behold, impossibly arousing: Five Hargreeves (the man of impeccably starched, pressed and tightly-buttoned dress shirts), was keening in front of you, totally undone with his hips gyrating into his own fist as he visually devoured your body.

“Let me eat you,” he said, begging now, “I want to jack myself off with my head between those thighs.”

And he groaned at the idea, throwing his head back and speeding his pumps.

Your body didn’t give you the opportunity to turn him down. Your pussy throbbed and slick wetness drooled onto your thighs as you looked up at him, all pale skin, latent strength and desperation.

You gave a small nod, and he bent, first to kiss your lips and then to press small pecks onto each thigh.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, “open your legs for me. Show me that pretty pussy.”

And that way, with small kisses progressively further up your thighs, he coaxed your legs wide.

“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand leaving his leaking cock only for the minute it would take to run his index finger up and down your slit. 

You shivered at the contact, too sensitive. He’d already fingered and fucked you to two orgasms tonight, and the feeling of his mouth replacing his finger made you buck immediately. 

“Nngh - Five.”

In response to your moan, he tasted you with a flat tongue. 

Your flavor, a potent honey, made his cock twitch in his hand, and he wrapped his free arm around your leg, drawing you even closer to him. Your soft folds soaked his lips, serving to excite him more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, still in that low growl. His exhale sent warm air dancing across your swollen clit, “you’re so perfect. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

You had no time to glow with his praise, because he was sucking your clit too hard for you to do anything but gasp. As his mouth worked you, his tongue moved rapidly inside his mouth, flicking deliberately across your aching, needy nub. His tongue pulsed to the same beat as his hand inside his underwear, unconsciously matching the rhythm of your pleasure to his.

“God, Five!”

All the shame and discomfort was gone, washed away by the tide of swirling heat. The pleasure curled inside you, winding tighter and tighter. All that mattered now was Five’s clever mouth, pushing you inexorably towards another orgasm. 

Your conscious brain let go, and your hand gripped his hair tightly, not aware that you were pulling him even closer to you, forcing his nose into your mound. 

He grunted like a wounded bear, surprise causing his hand to falter around his cock. It was hard to concentrate, so preoccupied was he by the fact that you were taking control, pressing his face deeper into your folds. It was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

Recovering, he gripped himself even tighter, veins and tendons standing out in his left forearm as he worked himself almost violently. 

He was too close now, and it made him clumsy, completely losing the rhythm of his suckles and tonguing. 

“Nooo!” you whined, thighs tightening around his head, “Like before!”

Though lightheaded with the knowledge that your thighs were crushing his ears, (he was wrong earlier, this was definitely the hottest thing he had ever experienced), Five reluctantly let up on his protesting manhood and concentrated his efforts on your pussy. 

Soon, you were gasping and moaning, writhing, and taking him with you with the power of your thighs. 

“F-Five. Fuuuck. Oh fuck, that’s it!” 

Your cunt gushed onto his face as he brought you to orgasm. He groaned again as his chin and cheeks were soaked with sweet slickness. He strained to hear you scream his name, your thighs rendering him deaf as they clutched around his ears. While he couldn’t hear the individual words, he certainly heard enough to flatter his ego. 

Wave after wave of ecstasy was crashing through you, and you babbled meaninglessly: unconnected, incomprehensible syllables. Behind closed eyes, you were seeing stars, completely unaware of everything but the explosion going on in your lower body.

He withdrew, finally, when your thighs relaxed and your climax abated to spasms down your limbs. As you were still catching your breath, he rose to his knees, wiped his sodden mouth, and took himself in hand again, looking at you splayed, completely on display and too drunk on his sex to care.

It took him fewer than ten pumps to bring himself to orgasm. 

“Fucking gorgeous - cunt tastes so good. Mm - fucking perfect, so fucking hot. Oh shit!”

Eyebrows raised, mouth wide in a perfect ‘o’, he exploded into his underwear.

You could see his first shots of come soaking through the material before he was even finished painting their insides with spurts of his thick seed: an impressive load given the fact it was his second in under an hour. 

His throat ground out a low whine as he slowed his hand. 

He took four or five seconds to catch his breath, and in that time your conscious mind took a firmer hold. Though you pulled the bedsheets up and over you, it was more for physical comfort rather than mental. 

Five crawled beneath the sheets beside you, still breathing hard. When he collapsed on the pillow, he turned to you.

“Believe me now?” he asked, “you think I’d wank myself raw over someone I thought was ugly?”

You smiled and let out a small puff of air; a shy little laugh.

He propped himself up on one elbow while his other hand caressed your body beneath the sheets.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, firmly, “To me, you’re a renaissance painting, and I was there when Titian finished Venus and Cupid, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, eyes already heavy, “I’m sorry that I squeezed your head with my legs.”

“You kidding me?” he said, amused, “You could break my neck with your thighs and I’d die happy…what a way to go.”

“Well,” you said, a little discomfort returning, “I still feel bad.”

“Baby steps,” he said, voice as soft as his hand now stroking hair away from your eyes, “soon I’ll have you riding me fast and rough.”

You smiled and let his caresses close your tired eyes. After a few minutes, in which he looked lovingly down at your gentle doze, his voice sounded again.

“Can I at least beat the living shit out of that guy?”

You considered.

“...Maybe.”

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NOTE: Dear sweet, anonymous girl, I see you. You did not deserve this, and this was never your problem. These formative experiences really do hurt us, and yours was such an extreme version that I'm not surprised it's given you these insecurities. I can promise you, it does get better. Feminism and loving yourself is at least half the battle, but nothing quite cements the truth like this: One day, you will be naked in front of a guy you trust completely. He'll look at you with that lustful, testosterone-fuelled glower and you'll know without a shadow of a doubt that, to him, you are venus. I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

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[writingforcuteppl]

Ride Me

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

SUMMARY: You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles and he noticed that. Now he’s going to use that information to his advantage

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: Fem-Reader, lewd, riding tentacles, degrading and praising

WORD COUNT: 980 words

You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles. Like how do they work? How does he summon them? Does he feel pain when someone hurts the tentacles? How can he summon a specific number of tentacles? Can he summon more than 4 tentacles? And a lot more questions are always roaming in your mind.

Whenever Ben used his tentacles, you couldn’t help but stare at them. They were amazing. The way he could control them even if they weren’t part of his body. You tried to be as cautious as possible when looking at his tentacles, but of course, he noticed. At first, he thought that maybe you were shocked or scared of them, but the more he used them, the more he realized that it was all the opposite. You were admiring them. So he decided to use them whenever he could. Being the person he was, he loved being admired, and you were giving that to him.

Of course, your thoughts didn’t stop there. The idea of him using the tentacles on you was something you really wanted, but you were scared to even suggest to him something like that. What if he felt hurt and thought that you weren’t satisfied at all with only him? So you kept your thoughts to yourself. On the other side, Ben wanted the same. He usually uses his tentacles most of the time, and he has been wanting to use them on you for quite some time now, but he didn’t know how to come to you with the idea. Yeah, you loved the tentacles, but what if you had limits with them? Life was too short to keep only wondering. And it all came to one day while making out with Ben.

Ben was kissing you passionately, something you really enjoyed since most of the time he was just needy, not that you complained. You didn’t even notice when all of your clothes were on the floor of his room, the kisses he gave you left you dizzy. You started to leave wet kisses on his neck, but he stopped you.

“Wait. I want to try something” You could hear the doubt in his voice. As if he was scared of what he was about to do. You wanted to ask about what he was talking about, but the tentacle coming out of him caught you by surprise. “Ride it,” you were surprised. You stayed in silence for a while, looking at the tentacle that was in front of you. Looking at your response, or, well, lack of it, Ben decided to take the matter into his hands.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to ride the tentacle” You looked at him in disbelief. Another tentacle came out of Ben, this one wrapping around your waist, making you get up a little bit so the other one could slide between your body and Ben’s. You didn’t need the tentacle guidance to know what to do next. You descended on top of the tentacle. The coldness of the tentacle made you shiver at the contact. “Go on, ride it like the good girl you are” You didn’t need to be told twice. You started to move slowly, noticing the difference between when you rode his leg and his cock. It felt wet. Not only did your juices help you slide better through the length of the tentacle, but the gooey substance that coated the tentacle was also helping. The sounds were filthy, which only made you more turned on than you already were.

Ben was staring at you. The way you moved at your own pace, giving yourself the pleasure you needed, the way your face showed the fun you were providing yourself, your chest coming up and down due to your erratic breathing, the way you looked into his eyes while riding one of his tentacles. God, you were so hot. Ben grabbed the back of your neck, kissing you. The tentacle around your waist started to move your hips faster. You moaned into the kiss. Ben realized that at any moment, you would cum. He managed to move the tentacle you were riding, strengthening the pleasure.

“That’s it slut, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on my tentacle, like the needy whore you are” It took only a few more seconds, and you came on the tentacle. Your whole vision blurred, and heat waves were going through your entire body. A soft moan came out of you. The view of you cumming was a view Ben never grew tired of. And it made him proud to be the reason for your pleasure.

Ben gave you small pecks, praising how good you were for him. Always saying as you were told. Again, the tentacle around your waist moved you up, and you felt the tentacle you just used to get yourself off playing with your entrance.

“Ben…”

“Just do this for me, ok?” How could you say no to him? You nodded, and the tentacle started to enter inside you. Your mouth opened up. It felt good. The irregular form of the tentacle managed to fill you up perfectly, but you still preferred his cock. The tentacle started to move in and out of you, making you feel overwhelmed due to your last orgasm. Ben reached for your clit, rubbing it, helping you get closer and closer to your high. It was just too much.

“So tight… it doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you, you still manage to be as tight as possible” his words were what you needed. You came around the tentacle.

“That’s my good girl” Ben’s tentacles got off of your body, making you collapse on his body. He held you. You could feel him leave kisses all over your face. Using his tentacles on you was definitely something he’s going to do more often.

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[the-atlas-sister]

"ᴏʜ ɢᴏᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ," ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ." ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ. "ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ." ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏʏʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ, Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜʏʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴡʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪɴᴇꜱ. "ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ."

~-~-~-~- 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑!

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[mykinkyyandere]

what would five do when he figures out that youre faking your orgasms? would he be angry at you? himself?

AO3

Warnings: Grown-up Five, faking orgasms, yandere

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He's so mad at you for lying to him all this time. Loyalty and honesty are the most important thing in a relationship for this man. You have to be honest with him no matter what. How can you deceive him about such an important topic for a relationship?

As for himself, this proud and overconfident man is very hurt. His pride is so hurt. It's a hard truth for a dominant man who finds out he can't make his woman cum. He gets so angry with himself, feels powerless, and even gets depressed. Not to mention the bursts of rage he's throwing around.

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[mrsriddlenott]

12 Days Of SmutMas

18+ Only!! My first Fic Event!!!!!

I am literally so excited to do this bc I wanted to do an October/Halloween event but didn’t have the time so I hope you guys are excited with meee!!!!

These fics will start coming out on the 5th and 6th, (I’m giving the first 4 days to see what requests I get), then every other day until Christmas Eve with the last one coming out on Christmas Day👏👏

[Requests Closed]

1. First Christmas ~ James Potter 12/5/23

Summary: You and James have your first Christmas in your new flat together. You two have fun buying new decorations and deciding where they’ll go while getting distracted in every room you put them in.

2. Christmas Movie Marathon ~ JJ Maybank 12/6/23

Summary: You, JJ, and the Pogues spend Christmas together in the chateau watching all your favorite holiday movies, until your mischievous boyfriend gets bored and wants to distract you as well.

3. Family Christmas ~ [closed] Theodore Nott & Mattheo Riddle 12/8/23

Summary: Theo brings you and Mattheo to his family’s Christmas dinner for the first time making you a nervous wreck, desperate to make a good impression. The boys notices your anxiety and decide to help you with your nerves in Theo’s bathroom before you eat with his family.

4. Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~ Klaus Mikaelson 12/10/23

Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.

5. Decorate With Me ~ [closed] Mattheo Riddle 12/12/23

Summary: Alpha!Mattheo is too lazy to decorate the house for the holiday’s, thinking it useless, you however entice him to decorate one thing at a time as you strip for him, teasing him and escaping his grasp until all that’s left to do is place the ornaments on the tree, leaving him to decorate you.

6. Secret Santa ~ bsf!Sirius Black 12/14/23

Summary: Sirius gets your name for Secret Santa and decides to prank you by having you open a dildo in front of all your friends. However, he’s shocked and flustered when you jokingly say you’re grateful and you’ll need it since your sex life is stale. In private, Sirius tells you he’d like to change that.

7. Stocking Stuffers ~ [closed] Mattheo Riddle & Theodore Nott 12/16/23

Summary: Insanely horny Mattheo and Theo help you decorate for Christmas in your cute holiday themed outfit and hear you refer to putting gifts in their stocking as needing to stuff their stockings, and can’t help but get distracted by the idea of stuffing your stickings with a gift too.

8. Scrooge ~ Rafe Cameron 12/18/23

Summary: Rafe never had much Christmas spirit, luckily his girlfriend absolutely had enough for both of them. Conflicts ensue as you attempt to get him festive, and when he wakes up in a sour mood on Christmas of all days, you’re not having it, giving him a Christmas gift from under the sheets that makes him the most jolly mother fucker in Tanneyhill.

9. You Ruined The Surprise ~ [closed] Anakin Skywalker 12/20/23

Summary: Emperor!Anakin walks in on you wrapping his gifts on Christmas Eve, making you fear the holiday to be ruined, but he reminds you he still gets to wait and unwrap his favorite gift under the tree, you. Leading to a long night of teasing until he can finally unwrap his gift in the morning.

10. Office Party ~ boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader 12/22/23

Summary: Your job’s annual Christmas party is approaching and for the first time since your recent divorce, you will be without a date. Unbeknownst to you your boss and mentor will be facing the same issue, leading to an unforeseen Christmas gift with many consequences.

11. Gingerbread Men ~ [closed] Lorenzo Berkshire 12/24/23

Summary: Dark!Enzo happily helps you decorate your Christmas cookies, laughing as you decorate gingerbread men to look like each other to eat. Enzo jokes that your homemade cookie tastes amazing but no where near as good as the real you, leading to kitchen shenanigans.

12. Christmas In Bed ~ 🎄🎁 12/25/23

Your Last Gift Will Be Opened On Christmas Day☺️😁

Please send Character Requests from any universe 👇below👇 for any of the prompts that are free. I am better at writing m&f smut but I am entirely welcome to any other pairing if I think I’m capable of writing it, poly couples are welcome!!

- HP Universe (any era, fanon&canon characters)

- TVD Universe (any of the 3 series’ characters)

- TWD Universe (main&FTWD characters pref.)

- Outer Banks

- The Umbrella Academy

- Star Wars (main&prequel trilogy pref.)

- Teen Wolf

- Stranger Things (will not write for the main kids)

- Supernatural

- MCU

Requests for this event are open until all free prompts are filled. Please include what relationship the character will have with the reader and the number of the prompt you want them to fill!!

- My Relationship/Smut Request Guidelines -

✅Best Friend x Reader

✅Bsf’s Sibling & Sibling’s Bsf x Reader

✅Friends W/ Benefits

✅New Step Sibling x Reader

✅Teacher/Professor x 18+ Reader

✅Alpha x Omega

✅Dominant x Submissive (hard&soft smut, I’m not good at writing Dom reader but I will try)

✅Power Imbalance (examples: boss,leader,blackmail,corruption kink, etc.)

✅Dark!Character x Reader (examples: obsessed,possessive,criminal, etc.)

❌Real Ince$t

❌Be$tiality

❌Minor x Adult

❌Non/Dub Consent

❌Cheating on or with Reader

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[inkyteaart]

Mind The Mascara

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Klaus comes to visit, and you do his make-up. Only to then test how well it stays. Warnings: Drugs briefly mentioned, Blow Jobs, Gagging, Facefucking, Edging, Dacryphilia, Marking, Light Jealousy (on readers part), switch!Klaus

An old stereo filled your room with music. The last time you tuned in it was playing something from Kesha. At this moment, however, you were too focused on the task at hand; doing your best friends' makeup. 

Klaus had come by to visit. As he usually did he showed up completely unannounced. A rock had hit your window while you tried to relax in your room. On inspection you found a shirtless Klaus in a long red flowing skirt waving up at you. He motioned to a baggie in his hand, and you had immediately understood the assignment. It had taken you no time to run to your door and rip it open to let him in. 

The two of you had caught up, passing a joint between you. It was always a great time when Klaus came over. Especially when he brought such a treat. At some point in the night, you had realized that the long red flowing skirt he was wearing was yours. A skirt that had gone missing…right around the last time he came to hang out. 

You took a drag from the joint, holding the smoke as you eyed him. He didn’t look bad in your clothes, but dammit you had wanted to wear that skirt. You blew out the smoke before speaking, “If you’re going to steal my clothes, at least let me do your makeup to complete the look!” 

That was how you got here. Sitting on your bed, trying your best to do Klaus’ eyes. He was just so damn fidgety! Swaying, humming, blinking, and overall making your job hell. It was like he couldn’t talk without moving his entire body along with his mouth. One would think his high would make him less fidgety, but no, not in the slightest. 

Fed up with the struggle, you gripped his cheeks, glaring at him. “Can you sit still? Or do you want the liner IN your eye?” He laughed in your grip. "Nope!" You groaned, shoving his face away from you. Dramatically he flopped onto his back, pouting. 

You looked at him for a moment. A thought came to you, making you grin. Quickly you threw a leg over Klaus' waist, coming to rest on his hips. "If you won't sit still upright. Let's try this instead." At first he giggled under you, grabbing your thighs. His giggling quieted as you put one hand by his head to hold you up. Your face came close to his, and your hair fell in a curtain around you. Suddenly Klaus’ focus was solely on you.That worked well for you as he was finally sitting still. 

Carefully, painstakingly, you applied liner around his eye. Without realizing it, you had caught your lower lip in your teeth. A face of complete and utter concentration. It was endearing. Klaus wanted to laugh at you, but he couldn’t bring himself to break your focus now. Instead he found himself staring up at your face, looking at your lips, and resisting the urge to sit up enough for a kiss. 

“There!” You sat up, breaking the spell. The eyeliner was sharper than his usual messy smokey eye, and brought attention to his gorgeous green eyes. “Now the mascara…” He had such long beautiful lashes. “Hold still…” You warned him, even grabbing his chin to keep him still. 

Both of your breaths were mingling, a slow and steady inhale and exhale. You found yourself distracted as you finished the last few swipes of the wand against his lashes. His eyes really were beautiful. You’d always loved them, and now that you had focused so intently on them, you could really appreciate them. Especially as you realized how they were locked onto your face. How he was enthralled with you. 

The silence stretched on between the two of you for a moment. Just before it became awkward Klaus whined in the back of his throat. “Are you going to kiss me or what?” His voice was quiet, but that was all you needed. You breathed a short chuckle and leaned down. The first kiss was just a meet of the lips. The second was deeper, longer. A slow, almost lazy dance. 

It wasn't the first time the two of you had done this, and probably wouldn't be the last. Neither of you were good with close relationships. So calling yours anything other than a friendship was scary. Yet the two of you always seemed to drift together. Both of you were attracted to the other, and you'd even venture to say you love Klaus. However, the idea of crossing that line was terrifying. 

This was comfortable, exactly how the two of you were. The slow steady way your lips moved against each other. How they naturally opened for one another. He tasted like smoke and booze. It was a combination you'd come to love. Especially when intertwined with something so distinctly Klaus. 

You were the one to break from the kiss, tracing your lips down along his jaw. He hummed, turning his head to the side to make more room for you. Your lips pressed against the curve of his jaw, just under his ear. It was always so sensitive, and sure enough you caught how his breath hitched. 

It was a moment of weakness, a fit of jealousy knowing he would leave after tonight. Into the arms of whomever. So you marked that spot, sucking and nipping at the skin. Once satisfied you moved down his neck, leaving a trail of deep bruises. Klaus for his part simply enjoyed the attention. He squirmed under you, and you could feel the brush of a distinct something under you. 

"So beautiful, Klaus…" you loved complimenting him almost as much as he loved hearing it. You could see him practically preening under you. "Sensitive too." He had shivered as your hand ran down his chest. Your thumb brushed over one small brown nipple, making him gasp. “ Feel good?” You smirked up at him. The other bud was rolled under your tongue and enveloped by your lips. You kissed and sucked at him, catching the hardened nub between your teeth in a gentle nip. Klaus squirmed at the attention, and you could play him like a fiddle, but you had other plans. 

Down his chest, over his ribs, and across his stomach, your hand drifted lower. Slowly trailing behind were your lips. You paused in places to make sure your mark was left. Whoever came next would have no doubt of the claim you'd staked. Even if it was only in the form of temporary little marks. Nothing…permanent. 

Soft sighs and gasps turned to heavy breathing as you went down his body. Coming to the waistband of the skirt he was wearing, you looked up at him. He had settled into the bed, propping a pillow under his head to watch you better. You almost snorted at the view. Pillow Princess. You would have called him such if you didn't love the sight of your work painting his body. 

He raised one leg, letting it fall onto your shoulder. It caused the skirt to rise up, pooling around his hips. The glimpse at thigh and hip it gave you let you in on a dirty little secret. He was bare under that skirt. 

Turning your head, you placed a soft kiss against his inner thigh. One that turned to a nip, then a bite. He gasped at the sharp feeling, sitting up a bit to look at you. "Gentle, gentle! Don't you think you've left enough evidence?" Despite the scolding, he didn't sound serious. You simply looked back at him, and kissed the teeth marks you had left in apology. "Come on…make it up to me properly…" anticipation laced his voice as he took it upon himself to lift the skirt up his hips. 

With one leg still on your shoulder, you had the perfect view of him. He was hard, his arousal framed artistically by the fabric of the skirt. A dark red backdrop to his pale skin. 

One hand wrapped around him, stroking up to caress the head. “I’m so…so sorry.” You smirked up at him as you nosed your way down his thigh. Kissing softly until you came to brush against the base of his cock. “Let me make amends.” You purred before running your tongue up the length of him. He gave a keening moan at the feeling of your tongue on him. His hips twitched, unable to lay still as you stroked him. 

Klaus watched every move you made with a hazy hooded gaze. A flush colored his cheeks, coloring down his neck and across the top of his chest. His lips were slightly parted, letting out moans and whines unabashedly. Each little lick, every slow stroke of your hand felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Come oooon.” He whined, letting his head fall back. “Stop teasing…” You could hear the pout in his voice. 

Taking pity on him, you sucked the round head into your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you slid down slowly. An inch, two, then back up to give little kisses along the length. Klaus cursed at your teasing, gripping the sheets. That curse died on his tongue as you took him into your mouth again. Further down you slid, suctioning your mouth around him. 

A slow steady pace started, with you slipping your mouth up and down around him. A hand tangled itself into your hair as you sucked him closer to the edge. Klaus never lasted as long when he was high. The sensation was just too much for him. You could tell when he was on that precipice towards orgasm. His incessant twitching became frantic, his hand pulled at your hair, and he practically started begging. “Please, please, please, oh fuck…” 

It was too easy to mess with him. 

You pulled off his dick with a sound pop, holding the base firm between thumb and forefinger. His voice cracked as you ruined his orgasm. A small chant of “no” could be heard as he bucked his hips in a futile attempt to get friction back. 

“Wh…What are you doing?!” He yelped, looking at you wild eyed and desperate. You crooned at his desperation, smiling innocently up at him. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears from the frustration. How pretty. “Oh did I stop too soon? Should we try again?” You taunted, easing your hold on him once you were sure he wasn’t going to cum. 

Klaus glared down at you, pulling at your hair in revenge. The sting and his glare made you shiver, a tiny moan falling from your lips. “For real this time?” His voice was so raspy and fucked out. You hardly thought you could say no, so you nodded sweetly. 

This time as you took him into your mouth, you did so seriously. You worked your way down his dick. His hand stayed a firm reminder on the back of your head, not forcing your movements, but reminding you not to tease. Those sweet whiny moans of his started back up again as his cock slid into your throat. It took a second to get used to the feeling as you tried not to gag, but you had a mission to accomplish. Down a bit further you went until your nose met with his pelvis. You swallowed around him, your throat clenching and making him gasp. 

Looking back up at him as you slid back, you noticed the tears clinging to his lashes. His eyes were closed, and his jaw was slack. It only drove you to want to please him more as one of those tears broke free, rolling down his cheek. A dark track of make up highlighted its path. That was your favorite. When he became so overwhelmed the tears started rolling. He never lasted much longer after the water works started. 

You kept your eyes on his face, watching how he lost himself in the feeling. How his brows pulled together, his eyes shut. The makeup you had so painstakingly applied was getting ruined with tears. There was even a small line of drool from how his mouth hung open. 

His hips were bucking now, a desperate keen coming from him as he chased the end. His hand tightened in your hair unconsciously. Feeling generous you relaxed your jaw and let him chase his own climax. His cock fucked into your throat, leaving a sticky mess of spit and precum on your face. Each slap of his hips into your face had his balls slap into the bottom of your chin. 

"OoOooo FUCK! Fuckfuckfuck…" You could feel the twitch of his dick in your mouth. He was so close to his release.  

Klaus gave a cry, a choked whining sound as he came. His back arched, his hips stuttering up into your face as his hand pushed you down. His grip held you down, nose pressed firm against his hips. His balls were pressed to your chin, and you could feel the way they pulsed. Your lips caressed the skin around the base of his cock as the dam burst. Hot jets of cum shot down your throat, and all you could do was swallow it down. Each swallow made Klaus gasp and whimper at the stimulation against his over sensitive dick. You were milking him for everything he had, reveling in the knowledge that you were his undoing. 

A weak raspy groan was all he had left to give as he finally relaxed enough to let you up. Slow you pulled off him, catching the last dribbles of cum on your tongue. Klaus couldn't even see you, shame. He had an arm draped over his eyes and he breathed heavily. 

"Fuck…" He rasped, wiping the tears from his eyes with his forearm. You laughed, your own voice fucked out. His body gave a twitch as you kissed his flagging cock. "Nnn, too sensitive…" He swatted at you with one hand weakly. Another little laugh came from you as you grabbed his hand. Fingers intertwined, and bodies laid together as you moved up beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. 

The two of you laid in silence for a moment. You continued to hold his hand, thumb rubbing across his knuckles. Slowly his breathing calmed, becoming almost in sync with your own. You thought maybe he would fall asleep like this. Instead he sat up, looking down at you. 

"My turn…" 

"huh?" 

Klaus rolled over, trapping you under him. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, grinning. 

"You didn't think I wouldn't return the favor did you? "

#inkyteawrites? #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #ns.fw #x reader smut #umbrella academy #Honestly I just love this man #i want this to be gender neutral reader #but im worried ppl are gonna assume skirt = girl #which it does not #but yknow