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moomoog017 · 4 months

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fic ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a skim ꔛ✿

Commander Wolffe x Medic! GN Reader

Synopsis: After a risky mission, Jedi Master Plo Koon decides to hire a full time medic aboard his ship.

Genre: tiny angst with fluff n’ spice

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Small description of burn injury, protruding veins (if you like that stuff), character in pain

A/N: 1st Wolffe writing!! This was fun to write, I did my best but what do you think? Writing under the cut!

“I’d like to introduce you to our new medic, they will be staying with us until further notice.” General Plo Koon states, sticking a hand out ushering you from the darkness. You cower behind the Jedi, smiling gently giving a small wave to the crew. “Glad to be working with you guys.” Is all you manage as all the clones eyes on you makes you shrink. Some clones smile or wave back but one gets your attention. He stands apart from everyone else, up front and arms crossed. Your eyes meet his gaze, you quickly take notice of his cybernetic right eye. Your eyes fall from his as your face begins to flush pink. Plo Koon places a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you stand up straight. This is going to be awkward. This will be your first time living with a lot of people in such a closed area, but you were going to make it work.

About 2 months later…

“Ah Kriff!” Wolffe curses, rushing to you, hand resting just under his rib cage on his side. Your eyes widen as you hurry to remove things from your stretcher. He slams down sitting upright onto it. “What happened?” You shuffle to get your medical supplies, placing it down next to Wolffe. “Damn clanker! Got me just in time.” Wolffe’s gruff voice echoed through the room. “Where’s everyone else?” You fumble your gauze as you speak. “Safe, only I got hit.” He gritted through his teeth. “I need to remove your chest armor and blacks.” You stutter. Wolffe nods, helping you remove it, along with shimming out of the top half on his blacks. He takes a sharp inhales through his teeth as you peel the fabric closer to his wound. A hole present from the droid's shot. You pull them down, relieving the wound in full. Scanning Wolffe's wound, a sigh of relief washes over you. “It’s only a graze, just some burn care and disinfecting.” He scowls. “Still hurts like hell.” A small smile grazes your face, relieved he still has his usual attitude.

You turn away to grab the disinfecting liquid from a nearby cabinet. You drip some of the liquid onto a gauze pad and move your hand to his wound. You gently dab the gauze onto his burn. He grunts, squeezing the edges of the stretcher. You notice the veins on his arm protruding, and his muscles tense as he grasps at the metal. The blood rushes to your cheeks as your face gets hot. Your eyes quickly return to his wound. Removing the gauze, you get up once more to grab the burn cream. Taking a small metal scoop, you coat the burn with the cream. The commander looks down at you taking a heavy inhale. The burning and slightly cold sensation of the scoop and cream makes him cringe. “Does that feel better?” You ask hesitantly. “I guess, not the first time I’ve been shot.” His face flat as he looks to his burn.

“Any more concerns doc?” You open your mouth as if to speak but quickly you close it. “What?” Wolffe responds. The question burning through you, ever since you saw him. “Your eye, what happened to it?” He looks down. “Ventress.” He scowls at the name. A small “o” appears on your face. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage. You walk closer sitting beside Wolffe on the stretcher. You slowly lift your hand to his chiseled face. He cautiously watches you but doesn’t stop you. Your hands meet his skin, you take your finger tracing his scar. Wolffe watches as you gently trace over his face. A small grin emerges from his mouth. After tracing his scar, you move your hand to his cheek, feeling his cheekbones and rubbing your thumb over it. Wolffe softly takes your hand and places it on his thigh. “It’s ok, it’s been a while.”

You smile admiring him. You’ve never been this close to your commander. You can’t help but take in the image of him. You’ve never seen his bare body before, his chest toned and coated with a shine of sweat. His tan skin enhances his features so handsomely. You feel your face turn extra warm as you shift your eyes to his. Wolffe smirks as he takes notice of you admiring his form, a glare in his fake eye. “Like what you’re seein’?” He speaks, his voice smooth and flirtatiously. “Ah yeahh.” Is all you can manage, words stuck in your throat. Trying to shake the image from your thoughts. “You’re getting really red in the face (y/n).” Wolffe’s voice was low, he was just teasing you now. His smirk plastered proudly upon his face. “So what?” You defensively say, crossing your arms. “Admit it, mesh’la.” The word rolls off his tongue, lingering in the air. The word sends a shiver down your spine, you know what it means. “You’re starting something.” Your eyebrow raises. “Your eyes say it all.” Wolffe stands up from the stretcher, a small wince escaping his lips.

His figure towers over you, your heartbeat speeds up and your breaths become short and hot. Wolffe leans over you, locking you in his arms, hands pressed firmly on the stretcher just barely touching your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation, your thighs pressed firmly against each other. “Commander…” Embarrassed, you look away. “Look at me mesh’la.” Wolffe says soft but his words are firm. Your eyes slowly meet his, your cheeks warm. The commander brings his face closer to yours lips, almost touching. “I’ve always liked you (y/n).” His eyes burn into yours, he glances to your lips. You had no words, the feeling overwhelming you. “So sweet, a little shy, a little feisty.” Wolffe’s hot breath sweeps across your already burning face. He leans in a little closer and your lips meet. Your eyes close and his rough lips meet your soft ones. Your heart is sent a flutter and all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The feeling so warm and exciting, the feeling of his lips leaves yours as he pulls away after a moment. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips.

The commander's arms are still holding you still on the stretcher. The sound of the door opening has Wolffe quick on his feet releasing you as he stands up straight, clearing his throat. In return you stand up scrambling to gather your medical supplies. “How is the commander (y/n)?” Plo Koon's voice is deep and sweet. “All good sir!” Wolffe is quick to respond. His response is followed by your nod. “It's just a skim.” Plo nods, satisfied with your answer. “Commander, you're needed in the cockpit.” The Jedi speaks flatly. Wolffe nods quickly whispering in your ear. “We’ll finish this later mesh’la.” His breath skims your ear making you jump a little. You nod your head but Wolffe is already leaving. Plo Koon’s eyebrow raises slightly. You send Plo an awkward lopsided grin. Plo nods his head, removing himself from the room. A small smile forces its way upon the Jedi’s face, as he leaves.

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cloneloverrrrr · 5 months

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Hii! First things first, I LOVE ur fics and ur blog! It's my first time requesting a fic since I'm always worried about overwhelming the writers. No pressure at all to write the fic okay??

I wanted to ask if you could write some spicy Crosshair x fem reader? Soo for the prompt I'm thinking Crosshair probably gets so jealous and worked up over the day watching you(reader) interact closely with other men, specially regs. He makes sure to mark you up and kriff you so good so you never forget who you belong to. Lots of dirty talking. He's sweet in the aftercare tho since he's a softie.

Also, if he spits in ur mouth that would be the cherry on top and chef's kiss, but it doesn't have to have that 🙊🙈🙈

Hiiiii sweetie 🥹

Thank you! That’s so so so kind to say it made me smile 🤩😁

I am so here for giving sexy Crosshair some loving 🫠🫠urhh he’s just a HOTTIE! I hope I captured him in the right way as I’ve never wrote for him and I hope you like this likkle bit of filth 🥵🥵hehehe

Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🫶🏻

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗠𝗲- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝟵𝟵 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1244

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁

Another long day of listening to Nala Se , yes her knowledge is second to none and you had learnt a great deal but you could think of something else you’d much rather be doing right now.

You wonder at the far depths of your mind why you had been transferred from the medical base on Coruscant to Kamino however deep down you weren’t one to complain. If it meant you spent more time with a certain clone then maker you’d stay here forever and always. Crosshair had intrigued you from day one a total asshole but stars above you wanted him, his domineering stance, his conceited aura, the feral look in his eyes each time you pass each other, the animalistic look a one that could kill each time a reg gets a little to close to you. Yet nothing had happened and you were so desperate for his touch it kept you awake at night.

Finally back at your private quarters you had a chance to relax your mind and body until a loud knock pulled you from your thoughts.

“One moment” you call out pulling your robes over to give you some form of decorum.

Crosshair stands at your door leaned against the frame, swirling that toothpick at the side of his mouth, his arms crossed over his muscular lithe body, he glared at you, his jaw was clenching yet he remained silent.

“Crosshair- are y-you ok? What’s wrong?” You ask confused chewing your bottom lip.

You swallowed hard and the stoney silence did nothing to hide it. He scanned your body approving the silk of the fabric draped around you hugging your curves.

“Crosshair- what’s going on?” The authority in your tone causes him to raise a brow. A low chuckle escapes his lips. His usual expression unreadable yet something primal, something dark flashed behind his amber eyes.

He moves towards you closing the distance between your bodies, tension already boiling over. You quickly cover the remainder of your bare skin, Crosshair being as perceptive as ever notices. His gloved hands clutch at your wrists.

“Ah ah ah” his voice demanding and oh maker so fucking sexy.

“Take it off” he demanded.

Your eyes widened and a breath hitched in your throat as you slowly unwrapped your robe letting it drop the ground exposing your naked body. One hand reaches out to skim across your delicate flesh.

“Good girl- you don’t know what you do to me do you?” He growled his eyes blown wild with lust. He stalks you, backing you closer to the cool of the wall with each step he takes.

“What I do to you…?” Your voice bewildered.

“The regs… I’ve seen how close you work with them I’ve seen the way they look at you princess” he rasps , caging you in at the wall both fists planted at the side your head.

“Could the regs do this princess?” He scoffed whispering against your ear. He plunged two fingers into your moist core you gasped and wriggled in response. His fingers began to explore your tight pussy sliding in and out at a gentle pace. His free hand clasped around your throat, only allowing for a small amount of your to fill your lungs.

“Oh Cross-“ your soft moans cut off by his lips crashing against yours, the kiss was hot heavy and possessive. His fingers begin to relentlessly slide in and out, your juices soaking his fingers.

You moan and pant into his mouth, tongues and teeth collide as you begin to grind against his palm, a beautiful friction buzzing inside of you shooting blinding pleasure throughout your body. His pace only quickens pushing you closer and closer that sweet release.

Crosshair breaks away from the kiss pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. His eyes lock with yours. He studies your face before forcefully grabbing your chin the wetness from his fingers damp against your skin.

“Open” he growled

Obediently you part your lips and open your mouth looking up at this clone you’ve wanted for so long allowing Crosshair to spit in your mouth. Swallowing his spit you ran your tongue across your teeth, a feral glint sparkled in your eyes.

“Good little princess now bend over for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

You got on all fours for Crosshair back arched and ass sticking out , your fluttering cunt anxiously waiting for him to ruin you. He positioned himself behind you rubbing his throbbing length up and down your slit, quiet gasps fell from your lips.

“Please” you plead

“Patience princess” he scolded, his voice low, gravely.

His thick pulsating member sheathed fully inside of you brutally filling you with no warning. He began fucking into you mercilessly. Each thrust hard and deep smacking off that spongy spot your legs trembling as he fucks into you with such force. He leans down nipping and biting at your flesh relishing in the way you squirm and groan as his teeth mark you.

The sounds of wet squelching, his balls smacking against your skin and pitiful grunts and moans fill the small room.

“That’s it take me princess take my fucking cock in your cunt I know how fucking much you wanted it”

He growls into your neck placing open mouth wet kisses where his lips can reach.

“Uh fuck oh Crosshair harder” you whine and groan underneath him , the pace almost painful but never taking away from the burning coil tightening inside you.

“Regs won’t fuck you the way I do princess- you belong to me”

Your pelvic muscles tighten, the blistering heat ablaze across your body burning more and more, sharp gratifying sparks tingle through each vein as Crosshair continues his relentless pounding, your cunt throbs around him you moan louder gripping the soft sheets under your clamy skin.

Your edging so close to that beautiful feeling of pure rapture. You feel every vein every rib of Crosshairs fat cock fucking you senseless. He can feel the way your walls flutter around him, his thrusts erratic as he leans down into you clutching your neck the other engulfing your heavy breast.

“Fuck” Crosshair groans sinking his teeth into your neck.

“I’m gonna uh fuck Crosshair I’m gonna cum” you whine, eyes screwed shut, your breathing laboured.

Rocking your hips back into his harsh thrusts whimpering incoherently your body betrays you and cum hard, your eyes roll back , your vision blurs stars shooting across the back of your eyes , your pussy convulses.

Screams and moans floor the air.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me like a good little whore” Crosshair groans are strained as his calloused fingers curl roughly into your hips.

Your pathetic moans cause him to succumb to the blinding gratification and he coats your walls with his warm seed.

“Mmmm fuck good girl” his voice low husky, dark.

Creamy cum spills out from your ruined pussy dribbling down your thighs. Your bodies fall limp against each other. You feel his lips graze against your shoulder blade.

Tender sweet kisses litter your salty skin, a taste he gladly welcomes.

Crosshair slides of out of you achingly slow taking pleasure in the way your face contorts knowing you enjoy how this feels. You watch as he begins circling your clit before pushing back some of the mixed cum that falls freely from your swollen cunt.

A dark feral look splashes across his face.

“Lay back princess i want to taste that sweet pretty cunt.”

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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yours | k. nahoya [nsfw]

in which nahoya’s gonna have you the moment he sees you.

warnings: MINORS DNI, size kink, forced orgasms, corruption kink, near-syncope, dacryphilia, a little bit of soft!nahoya, sub space, hair pulling, use of toys, copious amounts of jealousy, nahoya is desperate, dubcon just in case, mentions of 'puppycunt' and puppy reader <3, insanely long (5.9k)

heavily inspired by this fic written by @ickyhrtz [nicknames, pining, docile reader, a menacing nahoya] !! go check it out <33

mitsuya always had you glued to his hip, his silly little puppy friend. the gang members he hung around knew you too well, knowing your doting personality and sweet little demeanor. you were like family to mitsuya, and soon you became family to many of them. they were all a little sweet on how cute and innocent you seemed, so smart but such a sarcastic little airhead sometimes. you never laughed at anything or made any comments without looking at mitsuya first; it was like he warned you about his members. the one you knew almost nothing of was nahoya. you knew he was the smilier of the twins, and you knew that souya was his brother, but you weren’t sure about anything else. nahoya was intriguing to you with his ginger locks and intoxicating smile, but the way he looked at you always intimidated you. he looked like you were his prey, like he could swallow you whole if he wanted to. you wanted him to, but takashi warned you that he never played nice with girls’ hearts. you weren’t in the business of giving it up for free, and your girlish fantasies extended far beyond screwing him for the night. so, you ran from him any chance you got, tucking into takashi whenever there was an outing of all your friends.

now at the dive bar down the road from takashi’s studio was no different. takashi had a successful fashion week in Milan, and to celebrate he went to the same dive bar he’d been bringing you and his friends to since he was legal. he makes his rounds mingling with people, posing for photos, and taking shots. of course, you’re always by his side with those cute puppy dog eyes and sweet little smile. mitsuya did you well tonight, nahoya thinks. he appreciates the view of your perky little breasts in that sweet tube top. he chides himself for letting his eyes linger on the swell of your thighs around the hem of that mini skirt; takashi knows what he’s doing, nahoya thinks to himself, sipping his beer before abandoning his post along the wall. he makes his way over to where you were all gathered, around the pool table with mikey, draken, takashi, and souya. you’re giggling at something snarky souya said, and mikey scolds him for having such a “smart ass mouth” around you. souya gives you a knowing look, and the beam of your smile lets him know that you don’t mind him. “’s okay mikey, sousou is just being a little silly. i like ‘im like that,” you grin sweetly, leaning into mikey a little as a little nudge. you’re so sweet, so taken into the conversation that you forget how high the hem of your skirt is, and mitsuya notices, but before he can act, nahoya’s already right there. when you come out of conversation, you stand upright only to have your back flush against nahoya’s chest. you immediately gasp, body instinctively jumping aside to move out of his way. he peers down at you with lidded eyes, that characteristic grin tugging at his soft lips. he licks his lips as he smiles down at you, eyes slowly raking over your form. “s-sorry kawata,” you whimper softly, stepping into the embrace of mitsuya as you shield yourself from nahoya’s scrutinizing gaze. nahoya fakes a frown, eyes scanning between mitsuya and your own pretty ones before he chuckles, shaking his head as he turns to walk away from the group. he’s lost in the crowd before you can blink, and you curse yourself for the throbbing in your heat.

nahoya’s not much better than you, right now. his cock’s semi-hard with just the brief scent and feel of you. you smell like a cloud of vanilla and strawberries, and your little frame felt so right against his it made him sick. how come mitsuya’s always hoggin’ ya? he thinks it’s unfair to keep such a pretty thing glued to his hip and not make her his. though, he is thankful that takashi hasn’t secured your heart just yet because he’d feel awful stealing you from him. nahoya’s never been disappointed in his efforts to woo a woman, but he prides himself on never crossing the line with his friends. you, though? you were the exception to the rule, and he knew that when he first laid eyes on your cute little face. he’d be lying if he said he only wanted to fuck you. he wanted to be seen by you like his gang members were. you were so gentle, so unafraid to be vulnerable with them, and they were allowed to feel the softness of your skin and the warmth of your touch. nahoya selfishly wanted that, and he wanted to make you his. he never felt this sort of conviction before, and naturally, his response was to fuck you into oblivion and give you no choice. with his dick imprinted on the grooves of your mind, how could you deny him? exactly.

“’m gonna go to the bathroom, ‘kashi” you hummed against the fat of his arm, and takashi nodded without disrupting his conversation with mikey. mikey beams at you as you sheepishly excused yourself to go touch up your makeup. immediately after exiting the bathroom, you find yourself between nahoya and the cool wall behind you. you gasp softly, and nahoya’s nose crinkles a little as a tell of his resolve wearing thin. he needs to take his time with you, but every inch of him wants to force his cock down your throat. “h-hey kawa-” ‘why do ya hate me so much pretty?” he cuts you off, leaning down to whisper in your ear. the music’s loud, yes, but the closeness to nahoya feels almost unwarranted. you’re trapped beneath him, feeling small under his gaze as he whispers sweetly in your ear. your skin’s hot, body trembling in place in anticipation. “ya scared of me, huh? scared of nahoya?” you shake your head ‘no’ slowly, and he relishes in the way your soft curls brush against his cheek with each turn of your head. he sighs, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “feels like it. everywhere i go, you’re glued to takashi. i said ‘s fine, she’s quiet, but then…then you start calling people nicknames ‘n i’m the only one without a nickname, pretty girl. so damn pretty but so damn mean,” nahoya teases as he places a gentle peck just below your ear. you freeze, hands gripping the sides of your thighs as your eyes widen at his boldness. your breathing falters, and you’re weak in the knees with the condescending tone the object of your desperation has. nahoya grins, against your skin, and he realizes he’s got you. “’m not mean~” you whine shakily, and nahoya moves a hand to grip your waist. he smooths his hand over the plush, warm skin he finds there, and he chuckles slyly in your ear. “then why don’t ya call me by my name baby? why’re ya shutting me out, hm? ya scared of me or sumn?” you huff sweetly, so sweet it has Nahoya taking in a shaky breath against the tender skin of your neck. he’s gonna fuck the shit outta you.

just when Nahoya was about to snake his hand along the insides of your thighs, takashi’s calling your name. “daddy’s calling,”nahoya teases against the warmth of your neck, and you bully yourself out of his grasp before shuffling off into the crowd. when you make it to takashi, you’re panting a little. his eyes fix on the heave of your chest and the blush along your cheeks, and a smile creeps onto his pretty features. “you drunk aren’t ya pretty?” takashi teases, and draken and mikey laugh at your scrunched nose in response. you huff and stomp your foot playfully at takashi, and he rolls his eyes before bringing you to lean against the pool table with him. “aye, someone tell smiley to bring his ass over here,” mikey grins sweetly at you before making a trickshot on the pool table. “souya, tell your brother I want him to watch me whoop you in pool,” Mikey teases angry, and angry frowns at him before rolling his eyes playfully. takashi whispers in your ear that you should go retrieve nahoya, and you immediately agree before shuffling away.

you’re lost in the crowd of people in the crowded bar, head spinning as you search frantically to find the golden-toned ginger. just when you’re on the verge of tears from the overwhelming sea of people, you feel a familiar warmth behind you. nahoya leans down to whisper softly in your ear, “heard you were lookin’ for me, pretty”. you nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut as you relish in the way his hands wrap around your waist to walk you out of the crowd and back to the pool table. mikey and draken whistle as the two of you approach, teasingly making eyes at Nahoya. “found ‘hoya, takashi,” you speak softly, shifting to stand near your friend once more. nahoya’s eyes glaze over at the mention of the nickname, red tip of his cock leaking precum into his pants. he shifts his gaze to you, standing prettily and unfazed by takashi’s side. he feels awful for envisioning fucking your sweet little cunt to the sounds of your mewls of his nickname, but the nickname was your own doing. nahoya bites his lip as he watches you intently, thinking of all the ways he’ll ruin you for being so teasing. “smiley! ya’ even payin’ attention? i just scored on souya twice,” mikey says cheerfully, and he mindlessly nods before averting his gaze back to you.

you can feel the warmth of his attention on you, and it makes your thighs squeeze together in neediness. your panties were drenched with arousal for the handsome ginger, and you were certain that if he were any closer he’d be able to smell you. you whine to yourself, occupying your senses by clinging to takashi more, leaning into him sweetly. takashi hums in response, hand mindlessly meeting your waist as he drunkenly gazed at the pool game in front of him. takashi drunkenly presses a kiss into your warmed cheeks, and he’s met with the coos and cheers of his friends. souya shoots you a surprised look as you bashfully shift in place, eyes avoiding nahoya. you can feel him glaring at you, and your cunt throbs at the thought of nahoya’s jealousy. you pray he isn’t noticing the way you rub your thighs together in search of friction; he does.

nahoya decides he’s done waiting and pining for you, and he steps over to takashi to whisper some goodbyes. “alright, ‘m outta here fuckers. need to go get my dick wet,” he smirks at his drunken friends, and they all scoff and grin at his comment. he high fives draken and mikey before taking his hand and laying it on your hair, scruffling it much like he would do to a puppy. that’s what he thinks you are, a sweet little puppy that needs to be rightfully owned. nahoya, however, doesn’t have the time to keep chasing behind a lost little puppy and her sweet little puppycunt; he’ll let you come to him.

the feeling of being pet was something you hadn’t thought would empty your cute little noggin. your eyes are glazed over, unfocused as nahoya’s presence grows further away. you’re staring off into space, mind following nahoya as he makes it to his range rover. you want to follow him, but you’re wounded by the idea of him going to screw someone else after how handsy he had been here with you. it made you burn all over, reminding you that takashi was right about him. takashi can sense the shift in your demeanor, noticing the way your lashline sparkled with small tears. he leans into you, sighing at the smell of your sweet perfume. “don’t let ‘im get away with fuckin’ another bitch while you’re here all wet for ‘im. go tell him about ‘imself, he needs that,” he slurs meaningfully, eyes crinkling as he gives you a lop-sided smile. you nod, sniffling and bidding the group goodbyes.

outside of the venue is chilly, wind making goosebumps speckle the copious amounts of skin that you chose to show. you curse mitsuya for saying you didn’t need a jacket, and just as you were about to turn on your heels and go inside, you feel a firm grasp on your arm, tugging you along the sidewalk to the parking lot. a gasp leaves your lips before you quickly swallow it, seeing the owner of such a vice grip. nahoya was peering down at you through his curls, grip never loosening as you both make it to his car. before you can protest, he’s opening the passenger seat of his luxurious vehicle and shoving you inside. your door slams before you can get a word out, and nahoya rounds the vehicle. he seats himself in the driver’s seat, and immediately his gaze meets your own. “the fuck is your pro-” ‘watch your mouth, pretty girl. ‘hoya’s not too happy with you right now,” he scolds you with a saccharine grin on his features. you blush, simmering in your seat at your eyes search his features for some form of softness; he only looks more cold than before. you whine, upset with yourself for falling for the soft nahoya you’d seen only an hour or so ago. now, you were met with the cassanova Takashi had warned you about.

nahoya’s steaming. he can’t shake the way he felt when he first cornered you, the smell of you doing nothing to relieve the ache in his pants. seeing takashi kiss your cheek, the very cheek he had nestled himself into, made him wonder what else you’d let takashi do. has he kissed your lips? has those tailored hands grabbed your breasts, lengthy fingers invade your cunt? did you call him sweet names as he fucked your tight heat? nahoya’s chest ached at the thought of your back arched for takashi, lips fixing to whine and whimper his name as you came for him. he needed to be the only one to make you cum for him; no one else in his gang could fuck you as well as he was about to. the fact that you had encased nahoya in your warmth, called him such a sweet nickname, and then let takashi place his lips on you? he was hurting inside as his ego shrank. nahoya didn’t know how else to fix it than to make you jealous, to drive you closer to him.

nahoya whips the vehicle out of the parking lot without much of a word. he’s reeling at the idea of fucking you until you can’t think of anything else besides him. he hopes his cock is enough to make you stay, but he’s also certain that he’ll never leave you alone even if you want to leave. his grip on the steering wheel tightens as he feels your hands ghost over his thigh, inching closer to the tent in his pants that he’s had since he first felt you against him. his eyes remain trained on the road before him, and he keeps that nonchalant, jaded gaze that made you feel small. you’re huffing to yourself, gentle hands palming over his erection as you lean over to suckle on his neck. your little mewls and whines against his supple skin has his cheeks warming, eyes threatening to flutter shut with the caress of your skin. you place a bit more pressure into your palming along his cock, muttering something you knew would make him frustrated—”good boy, nahoya”. nahoya grunts in disbelief at the audacity of you, moving one hand from the steering wheel and rooting it in your hair. the tugs at your roots, prying your face from his neck to force you to look at him. between glances at the road, he gives you a nonverbal warning, eyes narrowed at you in disgust. “you little fuckin’ brat. keep pushin’ my buttons, i’ll giva ya’ what kashi can’t,” he spits at you, and your cunt throbs at the threat.

nahoya arrives home shortly after the encounter, and he’s quick to drag you into his luxe loft. the apartment is cool-toned, and there’s red mood lighting that speckles the entry way and hallway. you admire the way he looks under the red light, ginger locks looking serene. nahoya’s grip on your waist is nearly painful as he shuffles you along to his bedroom. within moments of breaking the threshold, nahoya has you falling backward onto his plush king sized bed. he stands over you, sneering down at how pitiful you look beneath him. he wants this to hurt because he’s so angry at how easily you accepted takashi’s touch after feeling his for the first time. he resents you for avoiding him, and he wants you to suffer for it. he sighs as he slots himself between your legs, hardened cock under the confined of his pants pressing into your skantily clothed cunt. with one roll of his hips you’re panting, eyes looking up into his pitifully. “you’re evil, y’know pretty? paradin’ around with the attention from all the boys, and you always make your way back to takashi, hm? wind me up, call me a cute little name, ‘n then ya let takashi feel you like i do. ‘s like my touch doesn’t even matter,hm?” his words are mean as he ruts his hips against yours, whimpers separating every few words . he’s sensitive but he wants to torture you, to show you feelings that only he can.

you’re whimpering for him to do something, anything to relieve that aching in your cunt. your poor little clit hurts from the amount of teasing nahoya’s doing, rolling his hips against yours just right enough to have your toes curling. he looks beautiful above you, and you can almost see some desperation in his eyes. you’re melting under his gaze, settling into your subspace your body wants nothing more than to submit to him. nahoya can feel the throb of your cunt, a little heartbeat he teases to your dismay. he can tell you’re floating into that savory space he wants you in. “think you can cum like this, pups? think you can cum like this for ‘hoya?” you nod softly, eyes never leaving his as your hips begin to rut up to meet his thrusts. nahoya’s free hand moves to clutch your jaw, forcing it open with a gentle squeeze. he dribbles spit into your awaiting mouth, cock leaking at the sight of you swallowing it without being told. he mumbles a curse under his breath, hips twitching against you as your whimpers grow louder. “hoya ‘m close, please, can i-” you whimper so sweetly, hands tugging at his ginger curls with your eyes threatening to show tears. your lip quivers as you pout so sweetly at him, and he desperately wants to see you cum for him. “asked so nicely, pretty. go ahead—ha~ f-fuck—go on ‘n cum,” he grunts, hips stuttering as your small frame trembles below him. he bites his lip to stifle his moans as he grinds his hard-on against you as you cum down. nahoya pauses his movements to recollect himself, heart skipping beats at the sight of your subby mindstate. he sighs softly as he presses his forehead into yours, smiling sweetly at you as you pant softly under him.

nahoya peels himself from you, and he nearly nuts at the sounds of your protests. he’s fucked you and he hasn’t even gotten his cock wet yet. He shushes you sweetly before grimacing at himself in disgust for how domestic he was being. she’s gonna leave you if you keep being so soft, pussy he thinks to himself, and he not-so-gently forces your mini skirt and drenched panties down your legs. you whimper at the cool air hitting your sweet cunt, legging springing closed as you become insecure of how your pretty cunt looks. “let me see, baby. let ‘hoya see you,” he says with a sweet tone, forcefully prying your legs open to reveal your glistening, puffy little cunt. “what a cute little puppycunt,” he speaks mostly to himself, feeling the throb of your cunt against his fingers as he spreads your puffy lips apart. his eyes darken at the sight of your swollen clit and quivering hole; he’s gonna fuck the shit outta you. nahoya lets out a shaky breath as he peers up at you, appreciating the heave of your chest as you prepare yourself for his tongue. your cunt throbs under his gaze, hole clenching around nothing. nahoya spits on your precious pussy, admiring the way it drips down and pools beneath your hole. “bet this little pussy clenches every time ‘hoya calls you puppy, hm?” he’s proven right as he watches your needy holes squeeze once more, and he thinks he’s in heaven. “bet you can come just from my tongue, puppy,” he grins to himself as you let out a needy whimper. nahoya attaches his lips to your clit, sucking it between his teeth gently enough to elicit needy moans and slight thrashing of your hips against his face. he pulls away from the sensation, appreciating the trail of spit that connects his lips to you. his eyes are hungry as he mills over your act of neediness, carnal desire making you attempt to hump his face. his nose scrunches as he lowers his head to your heat again, thinking of how often you’ve probably humped takashi’s face; he’s jealous and you aren’t even his yet. nahoya drags his tongue up and down your slit, giving a few extra flicks to your clit with each glide. he’s glaring up at you as his tongue invades your tight hole, wet muscle ripping a moan from your chest. nahoya involuntarily ruts his hips into the mattress, taste of you driving him insane. he begins his strategic tongue thrashing as you whimper and whine for more, back arching as you grind your hips up against his face. your slick coats his chin, mouth, and nose with each wanton grind upward, and you’re biting your lip to quiet your needy moans. nahoya’s cheek warm as your hands take purchase in his hair, shoving his face further into your dripping heat. you’re close, chest heaving and eyes beginning to water. nahoya’s nose deliciously brushes against your clit, and you whimper a hoya as your cunt pulses and squeezes around his tongue while you reach your high. nahoya nearly creams at the feel of your squirt coating his face, a quiet moan getting lost in your heat.

nahoya pulls away once he’s certain you’ve come down from your high, but he’s hungry for more of you. nahoya’s quick when he moves to his bedside, grasping a cute mini vibrator that was the calmest shade of lavender. he grins cheekily as he makes his way back to you, settling between your thighs again. he smacks the inside of your thighs harshly, forcing your eyes to jolt open and meet his gaze. “’m not done with you, pretty. ‘m still upset that you let stupid old takashi touch you more than me,” nahoya grins, moving to press the vibe to your swollen, sensitive clit. the feel of it alone has your hips moving away from him, whines and pleas leaving you. “c-can’t, n-not ready,” you whimper, body scooting itself up the bed. nahoya rolls his eyes at your dramatic behavior before gripping your ankle and tugging you harshly down the bed once more. “don’t care, didn’t ask, plus-” he starts as he turns the vibrator on to it’s highest setting. “how else am i ‘posed to remind you this cunt belongs to me,” he finishes with a teasing grin. you whine once more, attempting to move your hips away from the vibe being pressed into your clit. nahoya lowers himself so that he’s eye level with your dripping cunt, and he watches as your tiny hole clenches and tightens around nothing. you’re heated all over, vision blurry and mind drawing blanks with the indescribable pleasure you were feeling. your abdomen was tight as your chest heaved for air, cheeks warming and becoming damp with tears. your hands move to grip your breasts harshly, hips thrashing in an attempt to run from the sensation you were feeling. nahoya spits on your cunny once more before sliding two fingers into your sweet heat, curling them to tease that spongey spot that has your high barreling towards you in seconds. you’re shaking your head, pleading to be let go, but nahoya merely snarls in response. “fuckin’ cum already,” he spits, fingers thrusting faster into your tight cunt, drag of his fingertips along your walls making your hips stutter. “c-can’t!” you cry, tears blurring your vision as nahoya scoffs at you. he’s so mean when he presses the vibe into you harder, sending you over the edge in a loud and pornagraphic moan. your squirt coats the sheets below you as well as some of nahoya’s pretty hair, but nahoya’s fingers don’t cease their ministrations. you whimper and whine, drool spilling from your lips as your hips attempt to move up and away from the overstimulation. you’re overheating, eyes fluttering shut as you feel your body close to breaking. your mind’s empty, unable to form coherent thoughts as you quickly approach another orgasm. nahoya moans softly, hips rutting harshly against the mattress as your cunt squeezes his fingers so tight they barely move inside you. all of your energy is expended as you coat his warmed face with your cum once again. nahoya coaxes you through your orgasm before pulling away, smiling down at you in a way that would have you whimpering—if your eyes were able to stay open.

nahoya delivers a light smack to your face, earning a gasp from your swollen lips. he smiles down at you as your eyes flutter open, and he comments “stay awake for me, pups. gonna give you my cock.” nahoya rids himself of hit bottoms, cock springing free. his dick is pretty with the swollen, leaking red tip and slight curve of his shaft. he’s much bigger than you, and it makes his cock twitch to think about the size difference between you. he’s certain your poor cunt will struggle to take him, and he knows he’ll have to fuck you into submission because of how tight you are. nahoya moves to slot himself between your legs, sensitive tip of his cock brushing against your clit. your legs are slid over his shoulders, and he presses his weight into you, leaving you completely defenseless. slowly he presses his tip past your tight ring, and he curses under his breath at the squeeze. you’re so damn tight and he knows his cock will ruin you for anyone after him. he presses a bit further, hissing on how impossibly tight your cunt squeezes him, pulsating around him as he stretches you beyond comparison. you’re light-headed, chest struggling to get air as he presses another inch of himself into your welcoming walls. your cunt’s heaven to him, so soft and plush around his stiffening cock. nahoya grins down at you as he watches your eyes well up with tears, silent pleas for him to be gentler. he decides against it, pressing even further until he physically can’t press past the tightening of your cunt around him. he grunts, rubbing your clit with his thumb to loosen you up. a hiss involuntarily falls from his lips as you thrash from the oversensitivity of your clit. he smacks the inside of your thigh as he grits down at you, “stop fuckin’ movin’ or i’ll cum.” you blush, hands moving up to press along his tummy to ease the ache. nahoya smacks your hand away, narrowing his eyes at you in warning. “’s too much, too—sniffle—big,” you plea for him to show mercy, but he merely chuckles in response. “’s too much? ‘s that it? poor cunt’s only used to ‘kashi’s cock, huh baby?” he teases with another thrust of his hips. he seats himself entirely inside your impossibly tight cunt, and immediately he collapses on top of you. without a warning or whimper, you cum undone for the nth time.

nahoya lifts himself just enough to steal a glance at your precious afterglow, eyes glinting at your cute features. His heart softens at the flutter of your eyelashes, big doe eyes peering up at him as you whimper softly. “you’re mean, ‘hoya,” you cry, lip wobbling as you whine and pout up at the cheeky grin he holds. he sighs at you, hips beginning to draw back from you before colliding them harshly against you again. “oh yeah?—fuuuuck—hows ‘Hoya mean baby?” he’s teasing and cruel the way he rocks his hips skillfully against you, drawing little whimpers from your pretty, swollen lips. you’re so cute the way you cry and thrash underneath him, head floaty and fuzzy as he fucks your small frame. you use all your little energy to mumble through tears, “c-cuz you said—haah!—you said, said ‘kashi fucks me, ‘n,” you pout, words getting caught in your throat as nahoya picks up speed with his tactful thrusts. He looks down at you like he’s waiting for something, taunting grin making you feel small beneath him.

nahoya’s eyes flicker softly at the way your lips part to speak again, and he offers you a nod to encourage your words. “tell ‘Hoya baby, go on,” he grins, hips fucking deeper into you as you feel your abdomen burning with arousal. the ringing in your ears subsides just enough to allow you to finish your cute little thought. “‘n was mean—hmph—was mean because y-you’re—please ‘hoya—the only one my puppycunt wants,” you manage to babble, eyes squeezing shut as your mind floats further into sub space. Nahoya’s surprised you were able to manage such a coherent little thought, and his cock twitches at the feel of your cunt squeezing him through another wave of orgasm that hits you. he sighs sweetly, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he leans forward to press your thighs flush against your shoulders “mm, such a sweet little hole for me, huh baby? gonna—ohfuck—gonna let ‘hoya make you cum again, hm? gimme it, know you can,” nahoya whines out, sadistic facade wearing thin as his eyes fall on your reddened cheeks and the way your mouth sweetly falls open with each drag of his leaking tip along your gummy walls. he’s so close, so close to painting your insides and making you his for good.

“can’t ‘hoya! bein’ so mean, ‘s too much” you whimper softly, drool escaping the corners of your lips as you press against his shoulders weakly in an attempt to stop him. he scoffs at you, eyes glazing over in frustration at how disobedient you can be sometimes. he has to keep making you cum, why don’t you get that? Nahoya shifts his weight so that he can wrap his hands around your waist, dragging you back to him and rutting his hips harshly against you. you cry out softly, back arching with each spiteful thrust of his hips. he’s glaring down at you without pity, free hand moving to grip your jaw harshly. he can tell you’re close with the way your cunt pulsates around him, sucking him in so tight he can barely move. “open the fuck up, huh? stop fuckin’ squeezin’ and let me the fuck in again,” he spits at you, light smack to your face making you fall over the edge. “good fuckin’ girl. takashi could never make you feel like this, never. fuckin. forget. It.” his words are punctuated with his painful thrusts, tip brushing against your spongey spot in a way that has your vision going white.

“you’re fucking mine—f-fuck—right baby?” He whines softly as he falls forward, thrusts growing sloppy as he reaches his high. “‘m yours ‘hoya, please, k-kiss me! n-need it,” you whimper softly, barely able to keep your eyes open enough to peer into nahoya’s. his gaze has softened again at how fucked you are, and he crashes his lips into yours for the first time tonight. The kiss is feverish and needy as he fucks his girthy length into you, tip kissing your cervix. his cock twitches at the way your tongue weakly swirls with his, teeth clashing as your back arches in attempt to get closer to your new lover. he swallows you whole as he cums deep within your tight heat, a soft whine leaving his lips and the warmth fans against your mouth.

“n-need one more,” nahoya pleas, hand reaching between the two of you in a rush. his thumb slots over your clit, rubbing in circles that send surges through your entire body. your pretty brown eyes peer up at him, searching for pity only to be met with a softer, more loving gaze from nahoya. his cock twitches at the feeling of your pulsating walls, coming around him one last time as your body gives out. you whimper almost too quiet to hear as your eyes flutter shut. you go limp in nahoya’s embrace, mind blanking as he watches you go faint. he shouldn’t be turned on seeing your passed out form, but he is. still, he grunts before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

you awake to an empty bed, and your sweet little subspace crumbles at the loneliness. your eyes prickle with tears as you sit up in nahoya’s bed, whimpering and lip quivering softly. “hoya,” you sniffle softly, clutching the sheets closer to your chest. nahoya comes running into his bed room hurriedly, immediately beelining to you and pulling you into his arms. you sniffle sweetly and his heart melts at how cute you are, and you’re finally his. He speckles your face with kisses, sighing at after each one. “you’re my baby, aren’t ya?” He hums and you nod softly, nuzzling into his neck. nahoya scoops you from the bed, walking you to the bathroom where he’d drawn a bath for you. “such a good puppy for me,” he praises, pecking your forehead softly.

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