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buckyalpine · 8 months

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Hello and hope you are doing well!! I was wondering if you could do smut story where the reader get more than she bargained for when telling Bucky that his dark side could do a better job at certain things. Also your stories are amazing ❤️🖤

Bucky gives you what you ask

YESSS. Thank you bb, Im so sorry this took forever and I hope you see this, I loved this so much. And as always I got so lost in it. Good God. He is dirty, dirty here.

You loved the way Bucky loved you. He was so soft, gentle, took care of all your needs without leaving behind a single mark on your delicate skin. Bucky was nothing more than a soft sweet thing, slowly getting back into his boyish 40's charm, a gentleman at all times. If you didn't know about his past, you would've never guessed he'd have another side to him.

But you'd seen the shift in his demeanor whenever he'd train in the gym and even more so when he was out on the field. The way his eyes would narrow with laser like focus when hitting his targets, the way he wouldn't flinch when putting a bullet between their eyes. His face would be expressionless when his metal arm would wrap around their throat, slowly draining life out of them, parts of the Winter Soldier still running deep in his veins.

And how badly you craved to have that side of him take you apart.

"What is it sweets" Bucky watched you fidget with the buckles of his tac suit, helping him undress after he'd just returned after a mission. There was something about him in his all black straps, leather and weapons that made your knees weak. It didn't help that his beard had started to fill out, the ends of his hair starting to curl at the nape of his neck. "You okay?"

You adore how attentive he is even when he's exhausted after weeks away from home but you wished just for once, he'd choke you with his metal arm instead of just hugging you with it.

"I want-" You paused for a second before continuing, "I want more"

"More of what doll" Bucky's wide puppy eyes were filled with worry; he made sure to always pay attention to your needs and he'd do anything to make you happy. "Tell me, you know I'd do anything"

"Just- take more control, be more rough with me" You weren't sure how you wanted to explain yourself but your body knew exactly what it needed, growing hotter by the second the longer he stood there in his tac suit before you. He let out a soft chuckle when he realized what you meant, laying down his knifes off to the side on the dressed.

"I had you moaning my name before I left doll" Bucky playfully rolled his eyes while you huffed, your sexual frustration only growing more when he tossed off his Kevlar leaving him in his tight black tshirt.

"Well the Winter Solider would have me screaming" You shrug, not noticing the way Bucky froze, now staring at you without blinking. "I think that side of you would do a better job at certain things, Buck"

"You don't want to see that side of me sweets" Bucky tried to keep his voice neutral, ignoring the way his cock was already throbbing in his pants, straining painfully against the thick fabric.

"But what if I do?" you challenged back, taking a step back when he moved forward, slowly backing you against the wall of your shared bedroom.

"Doll..." He warned, squeezing his eyes shut trying to collect himself, his fingers twitching at his sides. "That's not a good idea"

"Why not, think the Winter Soldier wouldn't be able to make me feel as good?" You added a taunt to your voice, hoping to rile him up, his chest now nearly pressing against yours, caging you against the wall.

"Is that so" Bucky tested the water slowly, still wanting to give you an out if you needed one because he wasn't going to be able to hold back once he started. You nodded, heart hammering against your chest as he took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.

"As you wish sweets" He whispered by your ear, the tip of his cool metal knife suddenly pressing against your throat. Your eyes grew wide at the fact that he'd slipped it into his hand so swiftly, you hadn't noticed. "If you want me to stop, say Brooklyn, understand?"

"Yes" You squeaked, while he dragged it till it rested under your chin, tilting your head up to look meet his darkened eyes. Without a word, he sliced down your blouse, ripping away at the material that caught in the middle. He didn't give you a chance to speak, his hands grabbing the edges of your bra, splitting it into two before tearing your leggings into pieces next.

You were complete naked within seconds, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze, still fully dressed himself. Bucky had seen you naked countless times, in fact you'd change in front of him without a care in the world, always giggling at the cute blush he'd have on his cheeks.

But this wasn't the same.

Not even the slightest.

He tossed you over his shoulder and threw you on the bed letting you bounce off the mattress while he stood at the edge.

"Spread your legs"

It wasn't a request. It was a demand.

Bucky looked like he wanted to devour you. This was the same man that had his head between your legs more times than you could count but he was staring at you like he'd never seen you before. You shrunk back, squeezing your thighs together at the low growl he made, grasping your ankles and splitting them apart till you were completely exposed to him, your wet folds giving away how turned on you were. He fumbled with the button of his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down just enough to free his cock, his palm and fingers swiping up your pussy to gather you slick, slathering it over his erection.

"Such a pretty baby with such a pretty pussy"

You bit back a whine as he started to jerk his cock, circling the tip with his thumb, spreading his own arousal around. He took a step back to admire you, his eyes shamelessly raking up and down till he was satisfied with his fill. He moved to lay on top of you, his nose trailing along the column of your neck, inhaling your soft scent. There was something so feral about him, you stayed frozen in place while his hands found their way to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh.

"I'll show you exactly what you've been missing out on" He nipping your earlobe before crawling off you again to throw off the rest of his clothes. "God, I've wanted this for so long"

There was no prep, no foreplay, no soft kisses and sweet words. Bucky grabbed your hips, manhandling you till your face was pressed against the mattress, his swollen cockhead prodding at your fluttering pussy. He let out a dark chuckle, swiping his cock up and down through your folds, pressing his tip against your clit.

"Bucky, fuck me" You were desperate to feel him inside you, wiggling your hips as best as you could to get him to push it in you but you were instead met with a harsh slap to your ass, the cool metal making your skin sting.

"Impatient little slut" He shook his head, taking both your wrists and twisting them behind your back, He held them in one hand while the other snaked up tp grab your hair, tugging it tight from the roots. "Beg. Beg me to fuck you"

"P-Please Bucky, want it!"

"You want who to fuck you princess, say it, tell me exactly whose cock you want to ruin you"

"Yours soldat, please, want you, please fuck me solda-FUCKK" Bucky slammed his cock into you without warning, setting in a brutal pace that had you gasping for air. His balls smacked you with each thrust, the grip he had on your wrists and hair tightening for better leverage.

"I fuck needed this" His head was thrown back, his thighs meeting the back of yours as he fucked you harder than ever before, the squelching of your pussy making a sticky, dirty mess all over him. "You have no. Fucking. Idea. how fucking hard is it every time I fuck you"

His words were punctuated with harsh thrusts, growling at the way you'd already started to flutter around him as he hit your cervix. Your jaw was slack from surprise and pleasure, pathetic moans and whimpers replacing your words.

"Do you? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold back kotenok? How hard is it for me to not fuck your brains out when I'm deep in such a tight pussy? How badly I want to rail you, YA tak dolgo khotel tebya trakhnut" [I wanted to fuck you so hard for so long]

You'd never hard Bucky speak Russian, not once but his filthy mouth didn't stop as he continued to rail you, foreign curses dripping from his mouth.

"You think I'm such a gentleman don't you, huh? You remember the first time we had sex princess? how I made love to you? How slow it was, how you moaned when I put my cock in you for the first time?"

"Y-yes" Your body was slack against the bed, only held up because Bucky was gripping onto you with a bruising hold.

"I made love to you that night, didn't I. But I like to fuck baby, especially you, I've wanted to fuck this pussy for so long, ruin it all just for me"

You were suddenly flipped over again, whining when you felt empty, only to be filled right back up again seconds later when Bucky laid on his back, pulling you to straddle on top of him. He planted his feet against the mattress, not giving you a chance to move, fucking up into you, the angle of his hips rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you.

"Oh-oh f-fuckk" tears streamed down your face as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers before wrapping his hand around your throat. He muffled your sobs, slipping his thumb between your lips, shoving it down your mouth till you drooled.

"You look so pretty when you cry kotenok, is it too much?" He taunted, squeezing your throat tighter, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at my arm princess, I always knew you were a needy little slut deep down You wanted this though, hm? Wanted my fat cock to ruin you till you wouldn't be able to walk?"

"I-oh god-fe-els good I-gonna cummm" You could barely formulate sentence, practically squealing when Bucky rolled over once again, this time tossing your legs over his shoulders, his hand snaking down to rub your swollen clit.

"Gonna cum, are you princess? Who do you belong to, say it, who fucks you this good?!"

"Y-You Bu-"

A harsh slap to your cheek made your pussy clench, Bucky's blue eyes dilated to rings, a feral expression his face as he smacked your face once more making you sob out of pleasure again.

"That's not whose fucking right now you is it?! Tell me, say it"

"YOU SOLDAT" You wailed as he continued to thrust into your puffy, overstimulated pussy, getting his teeth, grabbing onto the headboard as it slammed against the wall.

"That's right kotenok, you belong to him now" Bucky let his body weight fall onto you, bringing his knees up and pounding you deep against the bed, his own pace growing sloppy, balls pulling tighter towards his body. "Gonna give you all of his cum sweets, gonna fill this slutty desperate cunt with all of my cum, that's what you want isn't it? To be a little cum dump for the Winter Soldier?"

Bucky's mind went somewhere else, back to the first time he'd seen you, still as the Soldier, back when the team first discovered him. Back when his brain was fried but you had remined seared in his mind. Back when his mission was to finish you but some part deep down inside him wanted something else he didn't understand.

"God, where were you all those nights I had to touch myself alone, when I needed something warm and tight to cum in? huh? Bet you didn't know that huh princess? didn't know that the Soldier lusted after the pretty bunny that tried to take him down?"

Your eyes grew wide at his confession, pleasure desperate to snap within seconds.

"Did you know the winter soldier wanted to fuck you bunny? Did you know he'd jerk off when no one was watching? Had no idea what was going on Bunny, just remember my cock aching so bad, leaking so damn much. Nothing made it better until I touched myself. Didn't even know what I was doing, just fucked my fist while I thought about how pretty you looked in that tac suit, came all over my sheets like a little boy"

"I-fuck-Can-can I cum soldat?" You clung onto him, whimpering at the way you had to desperately hold back from gushing all over the sheets, his words too much, you couldn't take it any more.

"Go a head and cum princess, takoy khoroshiy kotonok" [such a good little kitten] He nipped up your neck, rubbing your clit faster, moaning with you as you started to cum around his cock. His movements didn't stop, fucking you through your high till your body jolted under him, the smell of sex heavy in the room.

"S-S'too much" You hiccupped while Bucky continued to fuck you like a man with no morals.

"Too much? It's too much for you kitten? Don't worry, gonna fill you up so good baby, where, where do you want to soldat to cum?!"

"Inside!" You cried out, locking your ankles around his waist, your slurred sob turned into a guttural moan when he pinched your clit between his fingers.

"Here it comes kotenok, got so much cum for you, it's gonna drip baby, get ready, here it comes, here it fuckin' comes- OH FUUCCKKK" Bucky roared against your neck before stilling, his cock throbbing and twitching, hot seeding feeling you up till it leaked. You were practically floating, too fucked out to realize He'd gently gotten off you and cradled you close.

"Are you okay pretty girl?" Bucky cooed, snapping back into the sweetheart that he was, the switch over leaving you reeling with your eyes still crossed. "My poor baby"

Bucky chuckled at your dazed expression, cuddling you up to his chest, caressing your sweat slicked skin.

"Come back to me princess" He pulled the covers up to warm you up in his arms, resting you carefully against the pillows. "My good girl, you did so good for me angel, m'so proud of you, so good"

You whimpered in response, curling up against him, your body still jolting and pulsing.

"Was it too much angel?" His brows furrowed with concern, cupping your cheek to look at him. He kissed away the now dry tear tracks that stained your face, his thumb swiping over your hot skin.

"Never" You rasped out, your voice raw from screaming, "Was perfect Soldat"

"You're perfect angel" Bucky grinned, stroking your spine while you continued to snuggle into him, his cock already twitching at the thought of another round. "My perfect little kotenok"

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the-fluff-piece · 11 months

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Sexy devil fruit power shenanigans - headcanon

Eating a devil fruit changed them forever. And it affected their behaviour, too!

Headcanon about how Sabo, luffy, law, smoker and kinemon use their ability with you and in their daily life

18+

If you liked this one, have a look at my masterlist for headcanons and stories

Law

His room ability has to be used consciously, it doesn't just happen by itself, which suits him just fine. Can't just make a room whenever he's having whicked thoughts while staring at you

Loves to float in his room and doze like that. He wasn't sure if you'd like it too, so it took him a while to ask. Now it's your quality time.

Having absolute control inside the room has opened up new possibility of playing with you

It's very draining for him, but sometimes in the evenings, he is too lazy to get up, so he just makes a big room and shambles you into his bed together with a few snacks. It often happens, by pure coincidence of course, that you're just done showering and your towel is not coming with you

When you can't be together for a while, he begs for your hand. To cut off. And keep so he doesn't feel lonely.

You may not leave it when you're going on a trip, but sometimes you let him have it for a few hours. Let's just say it's kind of exciting when you're going about your day and suddenly feel him kissing your hand and than makes you stroke him

Sabo

Having powers of fire has made him even more of a cinnamon role than before, his temper burns hotter than ever

When he is agitated or excited, flames appear around him. You can tell when he's having naughty thoughts whenever blue flames dance around him

He's burnt more than one bed when he couldn't control his power or his passion. He still can't forgive himself for burning you once with his too hot kisses

So foreplay is now cool-down play where he really needs to take the edge off before touching you - by touching himself as he watches you...

When he's really moody, he makes little puffs of smoke without noticing it

Heat and spiciness is no longer an issue for him. No burrito is too hot for him, no chilli too spicy. He has been banned from all eating competitions regarding hot foods

Luffy

His gummi powers have a strong influence on his bodies viscosity, that's how he stretches

Whenever he is relaxed, his body becomes very soft, when he is really, really relaxed he almost becomes a fluid

So after your first night together, he became a happily snoring, super- soft and cuddly pillow. His arms were still inescapable though

Whenever your gone and he has to sleep by himself, his hands stretch and search for you, making it really hard for everyone else to sleep

His creeping hands turn up whenever you least expect them, too bad he's really good with them. Eating together with the others has become agony since he realized he can just fondle you from under the table

Smoker

He prides himself on the absolute control he has over his powers, so whenever he turns into smoke randomly or the room gets very foggy, he gets defensive and gives a bad, bad explanation why he wanted to do that

He wants to keep your relationship a secret, so he creeps through windows or doors as smoke, materialising bit by bit in your bed

He can effectively divide his body by only partly turning into smoke - it gives him very interesting abilities to please you in unusual ways

He doesn't admit it, but he cannot leave you alone. So even on absolutely sunny days, a suspicious cloud is following you around.

Kinemon

His dress up ability turned you into the most stylish girl over night. Since he has to picture it in his mind first, his perverted thinking also turned you into the sluttiest

Since he can create anything in a few seconds, you save lots of time in the morning and with laundry. Since it also vanishes in an instant, you safe time undressing, too

Kinemon uses this with delight when he catches you alone during the day, he has you in your underwear in a heartbeat - and dressed once you are finished

He gets very creative with lingerie and straps. Whenever he has a new idea, he is giddy all day until he can see how you look wearing it

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Demon!Crepus Ragnvindr + Monster Fucking

— featuring Diluc Ragnvindr

Summary: Living in a poor town that stays alive by bringing beautiful virgins to the Demon King, you are the next one chosen to be his bride. With no choice, you willingly go, expecting to be used and slaughtered, knowing brides tend to not live long under demon’s rules.

Warnings: gender neutral reader/vague genitalia description, feminization, size kink, fire play, blood, marking with claws, implied minor character death, voyeurism/exhibitionism

— it’s been years since your little village had the protection of the Demon King, long before you were even thought about let alone born. But there was always a pride to protection.

— girls and boys of varying height, looks, and personality would be chosen by the Demon King to be his bride, only hoping for some entertainment. The first time you witnessed it, your sister had been chosen, her admirers distraught because she was to be wed to a monster of all things.

— the second time, you were chosen. A stroke of bad luck, the villagers would say, seeing as your parents were now childless. Everyone knew why he requested another bride — they died. He probably ate them or just got bored, but they always ended up dying. Everyone knew that.

— the ceremony was you being forced into a red and gold dress, uncomfortable as ever. But it was a requirement. After that. You were then to walk barefoot to the mountain that housed the castle of the Demon King. Barefoot meant no threat, so no matter how many rocks you cut your feet on or how slippery your blood got, you walked on.

— an offering to the Demon King was treated as though they were royalty, not as if they were a common peasant, but the tight dress stayed on, a bouquet of dying roses in your hands as one of the handlers brought you to a room. Which room? You didn’t know.

— left alone, you were finally introduced to the King, who told you to call him Crepus. His throne room, he sat on a golden throne beside a man- demon, who looked like him. Both watched as you entered, until you knelt down in submission, a quality that would keep you alive for a decent amount of time.

— You were then asked to properly present yourself. Fear coiled in your veins, the threat of death all powerful as his claws waved in the air, encouraging you to continue. Unable to refuse, with slow movements, you positioned yourself facing away, hiking the skirt of the dress up until the bridal undergarments were showing. You could hardly breathe, waiting for something to happen.

“You see, Diluc, one day you’ll be given brides like this one. They’re practically shaking from fear and humiliation. That’s how you know they’ve remained pure. A proper virgin bride,” is what he said, a gruff voice that seeped with pleasure. Tears escaped your eyes as you just lay there, waiting for something. “Do you wish to see more?”

“I think I will,” the man, Diluc, says. Your stomach drops and your shaking gets worse, blunt nails digging into the carpet beneath you.

“Good.”

— the next hour is you being playing with by Crepus while Diluc watches, your eyes unable to reach his. The ceremonial panties are ripped off as Crepus brings a sharp claw against your skin, running it along your inner thigh. The sensation is soft, making you shiver.

— a burning hot liquid is slathered on your skin, the oil making your body hotter and ache for touch. Even feeling the sharp claw of Crepus easing its way into your hole is welcomed, the scream accompanied with the pain muffled by your hand. You have to screw your eyes shut as pain rips through you.

— eventually, your brain is no longer hazy, your hole is sore and coated in dried blood, and you’re no longer on a floor before a throne. You’re on a luscious bed, clothes ripped to shreds as Crepus looms over you, his size much large than yours. He’s undressed as well, a heavy weight against your thigh.

— once you’re awake, he doesn’t hold back. Sharp claws digging into your skin as he completely bares your body to his eyes. Deep enough to make streaks of blood as you squirm under him, screaming as your weak hands try to push him away, but he’s unfazed.

— more of the burning liquid from before is poured over you, starting from your abdomen and drizzled over your sex, seeping into the nook and crevices it can find. You’re back to squirming, trying to get away from the heat. When the sharp claws from before slather the liquid outside of your opening, pushing in, you try to move away, not wanting to feel anymore pain.

— he hardly makes a sound, eyes absorbing every thing you do. When you’re breathless under him, energy sapped, he finally decides to claim you as his. His cock was the heavy weight against you, the head of it practically splitting you in two as he pops it inside of you. Breath leaves your lungs as you dig your fingers into the meat of his arms, his hands wrapped around your waist as he pushes himself inside.

— the pain is practically unbearable, but the burning liquid lessens the pain as he spreads you open. It isn’t until he’s so deep inside you that he stops, your hand coming up to your stomach to feel him deep inside. The small bulge moves deep inside, it bobbing as he thrusts in and out.

— he’s so big, your breath is knocked out of you each time. Unable to find something to ground yourself on, you just lay limp as your body twitches from the pleasure, eyes rolling as you give in. When your eyes close a bit too long, you’re screaming as a searing pain is pressed against your thigh.

— “No sleeping,” he grunts, wingspan extending behind him as a threat. It makes him look bigger than he is, but his claws become longer and sharper, digging into your abdomen and thigh. A quick glance shows burned flesh on your thigh, a dark red color staining his arm as more heat comes from his palm.

— tears escape your eyes and your consciousness is fleeing, but you manage to stay awake and somewhat conscious as he finishes staking his claim on your body, the fire inside you roaring as he releases deep inside, your legs tightening and twitching as he paints your insides. He doesn’t bother with gentle kisses or gentle touches, he just pulls out and scoops his hot seed back into you, massaging your walls with his shorter claws as he does.

#BB.Kinky #genshin smut #Crepus smut #Mr. Ragnvindr #Crepus.Spice #tw.monsterfucking #tw.blood #tw.fire #tw.voyeurism #tw.marking #tw.size kink #tw.exhibitionism #tw.feminization #Crepus.hcs #Kinktober 2021 #Birdie.Kinktober

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romanstheory · 2 years

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Join Us a Miz and Maryse One Shot

Warnings : Heavy smut, threesome, girl x girl, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (male receiving)

18 +

Word count : 719

Everyone on the roster knew that Miz and Maryse were swingers, myself included. After her recent return, Maryse came back looking better than ever. Miz always looked hot, but with her next to him I could barely control myself. They would walk passed looking like lions on the prowl for another meal. Today they looked at me, and I felt like fresh meat. The look they gave me sent shivers down my spine, I didn’t know what to think. I’m only a hair stylist, their normal type is female superstars or the up and coming groupies. Maryse normally brings her own hair team to shows with her, but today she decided to come to me.

“Hey, can you touch my hair up before my promo with my husband?” Maryse asks with that sultry accent of hers. “Yeah no problem, go ahead and have a seat” I respond. I start doing her hair and for a little while the air is filled with slightly awkward silence until she breaks it. “Excuse me for being so... forward but would you ever see yourself having a threesome? Just curious” She asked me. I was shocked but I wasn’t. “I have, honestly I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I’ve never done it before” I replied confidently.

She turns to me and gives me that lioness look and smirks. “Why don’t you meet me in our dressing room after our promo and we can show you a good time” She says with a devilish smile. “Miz is going to be fine with the hair stylist being in his dressing room?” I ask brushing out her curls. “He picked you” She giggles “I’m just doing the dirty work”. I’s never experienced anything like this in my entire life. But I am so excited. I finish her hair and give her a final spray of hairspray. She turns around and leans over the chair to give me a long, sexy kiss. Being in the moment, as soon as she breaks away I pull her in for another leading the way with my tongue.

I bite her lip softly as we break away for the second time and she smiles and heads down to the ramp where Miz is waiting on her. I make my way to their unlocked dressing room and wait for them. With anticipation I start to please myself, I can’t contain how ready I am for this. I hear the doorknob turn and see Miz’s head peek in. “Oh honey, she folded under pressure. She’s started without us” He teases. I bite my lip in anticipation of what will happen next.

They waste no time coming in and getting undressed. Miz grips his throbbing dick and walks towards me “Damn baby she’s even hotter naked” He says lustfully. “I know” Maryse agrees kneeling down on the floor next to me beginning to make-out with me. We play with each others breasts, rubbing her nipples between my fingers to create friction. Miz in watching us while he pleasures himself. The sight of us is almost too much for him to handle.

She slips her fingers into my pussy making me moan into her lips, Miz walks over and guides himself between us as we both lick his long penis. He grunts in pleasure. Maryse moves her finger faster stroking my G Spot every single time. “Y/N you’re so fucking hot “Miz groans. I stand up and gently push Maryse down so she is flat on her back “You fuck her, I want her mouth on me” I order. This drove them crazy, they’ve never been told what to do before.

Miz slowly enters Maryse’s tight pussy and I sit on her face, she moans into me with every stroke Miz is giving her. I can’t contain myself, moans and groans are spilling out of my mouth, this is the best I have ever had. Miz let’s out one last groan and releases his seed into his wife before he gets up and goes to the restroom. Maryse is still going seemingly writing my name with her tongue, diving me crazy. I feel myself tense up and without warning I cream all over her face and she licks it right up.

“You’re a freaky girl huh” Maryse says as I get off of her face

#the miz #maryse ouellet #wwe smut #the miz smut #maryse smut #miz and maryse #wwe

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billyrussohaven · 3 years

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My sweet Emilly

Billy Russo / Reader

Rated: PG (for now)

A/N: So I’m feverish and been feeling like absolute rubbish since getting my 2nd covid shot last Thursday. I can’t sleep and my brain came up with a cute Dad!Billy story. I might do a second part if you guys like it, we shall see!

Credit: @mainlysubmv

Follow me!

“Just where do you think you’re going dressed like that exactly?” Billy asked his daughter sternly, looking up at her over his glasses. Glasses that he was still getting used to by the way. You kept telling him he looked like a hotter version of Clark Kent but it still seemed to hurt his pride. Billy Russo needing glasses, insane right? What was even more insane was just how much his sweet Emily looked all grown up these days. Her seventeen birthday last month had hit him like a train. He stared at her and let a long sigh out.

Emily reappeared, taking a few steps backwards, tugging down on her green hoodie dress and rolled her shoulder nervously the doorway of the living room. A little nervous gesture she shared with her father that always made you smile.

“It ain’t that bad Billy,” you said looking up from your crochet project on your lap to his daughter’s outfit, your step-daughter.

“It is on the short side but she’s smart and careful, isn’t that right, Millie?” You said, giving her a quick look with a wink.

She grinned back at you before turning to look at her dad.

“It’s still warm out Da…and I have a pair of leggings if it gets colder later,” she said, opening up her backpack and showing him a black pair of leggings, smiling back at him. He snorted at her innocent-like face, he knew better, she was after all his own daughter.

“Fine. No heels. Wear those ridiculously worn-out converse of yours,” he said letting it go and dismissing her with a smirk. She zipped her bag up and ran to give her dad a quick kiss on the cheek. She was out of the room as fast as she entered it.

“Back at midnight! I’ll be with Devin!” Emily said loudly already halfway to the front door.

“11PM!” Billy yelled right as the front door closed with a loud thud. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Wait, who? The fuck’s Devin? Wasn’t it that Jay-” he said with a deep frown turning to look at you.

“Jeremy,” you corrected him going back to your crocheting.

“Jeremy…last week?” He continued giving you a stern look for correcting him that made you chuckle. He rolled his eyes heavenward, taking his glasses off and rubbed his tired face with a groan. You reached to caress his soft hair and smiled. You didn’t comment, you knew he could be a bit overprotective of his Emily sometimes but dads were often that way with their daughters. It reminded you of your own dad and the shit you did in your youth. It was a wonder he still had some hair left…

*****

Billy woke up abruptly and sat up yawning, looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand next to the still turned on lamp.

1:25AM

He had fallen asleep in bed reading while waiting for Millie to come home. He turned his sleepy face to you sleeping soundly next to him. He smiled gazing at your serene face and caressed the side of your face softly. He heard a loud thud. He frowned and turned around instantly to the door, listening intently. He quietly got out of the bed, tiptoeing to the door, silent as a cat.

“Ow!” a hushed voice said after another loud thud. Billy yanked the bedroom door open and walked face to face with his daughter. His daughter who definitely wasn’t in her pajamas, dressed exactly the same as earlier and who reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

She looked up at her dad glaring at her with disappointment etched all over his face. Her dark brown eyes filled with tears and hurt behind her drunken state. She broke down in sobs and hid her face in her hands. Billy’s heart broke at seeing her cry like that. He was very angry and disappointed at her for coming back home so late and drunk on top of it. He sighed and walked to embrace her tightly as she cried. She held him tightly, her warm tears running down his chest. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.

“You know better than that, Millie. Walkin’ home drunk instead of calling me or Y/N,” he said softly yet sternly. He cradled her head in his hand and moved to look at her tear stained face. Her chest was racking with sobs and her lower lip was quivering as she looked up at him. He had a feeling she wasn’t crying only because he caught her drunk and way past her 11PM curfew.

“What happened? Talk to me princess,” he asked with a sad frown, brushing her hair back from her face. She broke down into even louder wails and he had to hold part of her weight to help her stay upright.

You put your mid-thigh satin robe on and walked to see what was going on. The light of the bedroom pooled in the darkened hallway as you opened the door wider and you gave Billy a sad smile. The poor thing was so upset and in no state to think clearly. You took a few steps and rubbed her back.

“It’s okay princess, why don’t Y/N help you get ready for bed and we can talk tomorrow,” he said, giving Emily a concerned look. She nodded as he rubbed her tears away with his thumbs. He gave her a kiss on her forehead and let you take her to her bedroom. You grabbed his hand on the way and gave it a squeeze before letting go.

You walked a wobbly and sniffly Emily to her bedroom where she flopped and sat down on the edge of her bed dropping her bag with a loud thud. You walked to her own connecting bathroom from her bedroom and grabbed a small square towel. You ran it under the cool water and wrung it. You took a bottle of tylenol knowing she was gonna need it in the morning and a tall glass of water too.

You walked back to Millie who was undressing and putting on her pajamas. You were somewhat impressed she didn’t fall on her butt taking her leggings off before stepping into her pajamas shorts.

“Here, drink this you’ll feel better,” you said softly, handing her the glass of water. She nodded and drank half of it before putting it down on her nightstand next to the two Tylenol for tomorrow morning. You rubbed the cool wet cloth on her forehead and neck and she sighed before letting another sob out.

“I’m-I’m sorry I woke you up. I didn’t mean to get home alone so late…Da looked so upset,” she said, hugging you and cried on your shoulder. You hushed her soothingly and rocked her a bit, hugging her back.

“He still loves you, Millie. He’s just disappointed you came home so late and in a very vulnerable state I might add. Now, I’m not gonna scold you, it’s not my place but something could have happened to you baby,” you said brushing her hair back.

“We much rather have you wake us up late to pick you up than having you stumble drunkenly home alone. What happened? I thought you were hanging out with Devin?” You asked, helping her get in bed. She started crying again at the name and you knew right away the poor girl was heartbroken.

“W-we went to this party together a-and it was really fun. Everything was great, we’re great friends and I love when Devin’s around, you know?” She mumbled, looking at you with her father’s dark brown eyes filled with hurt.

“B-but we drank and I-I I thought Devin liked me a lot too and we kissed but-” She didn’t have to finish her sentence, you knew. You sighed and cradled her small frame in your arms.

“She abruptly stepped back, pushing me away a-and calling me names and stuff. S-she left a-and I didn’t have money for a cab because I paid the fare to get there. She was supposed to pay the cab fare back a-and then I didn’t want to call Da and have him angry at me.” She said, wiping her wet face in her pillow. You nodded, brushing her soft hair soothingly.

“Get some good sleep now, we’ll talk more tomorrow, alright? You suggested standing up and tucked her in. She nodded with a sniffle and closed her eyes.

"Thank you Y/N…Nini,” she said softly, watching you walk away to the door. You turned and gave her a warm smile,

“Anytime Millie. Good night sweetheart,” you said before flipping the light switch off and closing her bedroom door.

You tiptoed out of her bedroom and back to your own where Billy was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you. He looked up at you, his face conflicted and tired.

“How is she?” He asked standing up to give you a tight embrace. He really appreciated how you were with Emily, the special bond you had developed with her. It made him love you even more as he kissed your head.

“She’s young, in love and broken-hearted I’m afraid,” you said with a long sigh, resting your head on his chest. You gave him a brief summary of what she had told you. You felt a bit guilty at reporting it all back to Billy but he’d probably know sooner or later too.

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of him when I find him,” he snarled pacing in front of you. He brushed his hair back and thought about the best way to throttle the asshole.

“Devin is a girl, Billy.” You said with a small smile, wondering what his reaction was gonna be.

He stopped pacing abruptly and his eyebrows shot upwards as he looked back at you dumbstruck.

“Oh! Oh,” he said, rolling his shoulders and clearing his throat. You looked back at him with one eyebrow up wondering what was going on in his head at the moment.

“Well, I guess I won’t…punch the brat then,” he said somewhat sheepishly and a bit confused. Not that it mattered to Billy if his little Millie liked guys or girls. It’s just…

“She never really talked about it. She always showed up with boyfriends before so I guess I just…took it for granted really,” he said with a frown sitting by the bed. After a long silence he looked up at you with a vulnerability that broke your heart to see.

“Am I a bad father for it?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly, he cleared his throat and rolled his shoulder, looking at the picture frame of her on his nightstand.

You took your robe off and stood in front of him between his legs. You cradled the side of his face and tilted it up so he’d look at you.

“No, Billy. It doesn’t make you a bad father, baby,” you brushed a strand of hair away from his eye.

“I guess you two just never really brought it up. I remember when I was seventeen myself, a young woman still in high-school, afraid of being bullied for being any kind of different,” you said with a sigh, remembering how cruel high-school was.

Billy scoffed and sneered at his own memories of it. Lonely guy from the group home with no family or friends beside small pets he’d keep in jars. He smiled warmly with a silent snort remembering how Emily had her own pet snail for a while and how much she took care of the little one.

“She might still be figuring herself out too,” you added with a shrug.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her tomorrow anyway, maybe she’ll want to open up and chat about all of this,” he said, rubbing his tired face with his hands. You kissed him slowly before breaking the kiss and crawling back in bed in your short satin nightie. He groaned looking back at you, suddenly very awake for almost 3AM. He rolled over on the bed and pulled you flat against his body with a sly smirk. You chuckled at the attention he gave you and kissed him languidly with a moan.

“I’m still gonna scold her ass,” he mumbled over your lips, reaching over you and turning off the light.

A/N: Random Fact. My fiancé’s name is Devin. I remembered him telling me he had a girl classmate once in school named Devin. 😋

#Billy Russo #Billy Russo Imagine #Billy Russo Fanfiction #Billy Russo Fanfics #dad!billy #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo/reader #billy russo/you

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katsukikiss · 3 years

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JEALOUSY

JEAN x F!READER // COLLEGE AU // MINORS DNI!

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, cheating(ish?), oral m receiving, soft dom jean, face f*cking, suggestive dancing (w/connie and eren), alcohol use, reader is wayyy too flirty with others lol

Jean is a super kind and forgiving boyfriend, but what happens when you push his limits?

AN: idk wtf this is I just know I love this man and I had to write for him at some point, let me know if I should make a part two 😵‍💫

WC: 2.5k

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The air was warm despite the sun being long gone. The summer was nearly over and classes would be starting up again soon. Obviously someone needed to throw one last hurrah before that, and your boyfriend and his friends were going to do just that. Jean was such a kind lover, and was a bit possesive in the beginning but now he was nothing but a sweetheart and kept saying how he couldn’t wait to dance with you later that night. You had known his friends for years, hanging out with them since you guys were freshmen and always staying in their shared house they had together. But their eyes would linger on you for too long, something your and your boyfriend had always noticed, but a sloppy tongue kiss or an ass grab would usually solve the issue. He trusted you, and trusted his friends for the most part…

They placed you in charge of getting drinks for the party since you always complained about the beverages they would offer. You and Sasha went together to buy some beer, seltzer and liquor. It wouldn’t be a party if there wasn’t snacks, or at least that was Sasha’s motto. You drove to one more store to pick up chips and pretzels before bringing your friend home and heading back to your boyfriends place.

You made your way up to Jeans room to finish getting ready. He was busy downstairs fixing up the basement with new LED lights since the old ones short circuited at the last party. You were probably too comfortable in his shared house, most of your clothes were here too. You undressed out of the t-shirt and shorts you were running errands in and sat on a chair in your bra and underwear. Music blasting, half naked, sitting in front of your boyfriends mirror applying makeup, you had no care in the world. You couldn’t hear the belligerent knocking on the door so they entered.

“CONNIE! GET THE FUCK OUT!” you squealed at the man who had just entered, instinctively throwing your arms over your chest, leaving your legs and panties exposed.

“MAYBE TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN AND I WOULDN’T HAVE BURSTED IN LIKE THIS” he yelled back at you, laughing at your flimsy attempt to cover yourself. You fumbled with the volume buttons on your phone before looking back at him.

“Can I help you?” you questioned, giving him the faintest tint of attitude.

“Nah, Jean asked me to grab some wire for the speakers, but I might stick around a little longer” he said with a sly smirk. Connie was never afraid to openly flirt with you, even in front of Jean, and it didn’t bother the two of you much, you knew it was all in good fun so sometimes you’d tease him back.

“Oh yeah?” you mused, removing your hands from your chest. “I dont think you’d last very long in here” His face turned bright red, as it always did when youd pretend to be interested in him. Before he could even answer Jean was barging into the room and instantly stood in between you two to cover your body from his friend.

“Find the wire?” Jean asked plainly. Connie nodded and swiftly made his way downstairs to finish setting up. Jean pressed a hand onto his door to close it before turning around to face you with a disapproving look.

“You know youre mine right? I dont need Connie doing something dumb later because you were teasing him” he growled at you. You looked up with innocent eyes and rutted your lower lip out. Your pouty face and adorable eyes made it hard for him to seriously be mad at you.

“Im sorry baby you know I was just messing around”

“Yeah yeah I know” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “hurry up though okay? People are gonna be here soon and I dont need more people seeing you like this”. You gave him a confirming nod and proceeded to finish applying your makeup, this time with the music playing a bit lower than before.

“To senior year!” Eren chanted and everyone repeated back “to senior year!” before you all downed shots of various liquors in the crammed kitchen. Jeans hand rested on your hip in a show of dominance. You were earning looks from his friends as well as some other senior guys you didn’t know. A tiny black dress was fitted to your figure, leaving very little to the imagination with the way it accentuated your curves.

“Y/N! Come dance with MEE” Sasha called out to you. You looked up at your boyfriend who nodded with a smile. He removed his hands from your body and watched you skip away to follow your friend down into the basement. He watched as a few others proceeded to make their way downstairs as well, as if they were following you.

The temperature of the basement was at least 5x hotter than the rest of the house because of all the bodies crammed into it. You were pretty drunk already, which is why the heat didn’t bother you or anyone else that much. Sasha pulled you through a sea of people to the back wall of the basement. The led lights outlined the ceiling with a purple glow that made it hard to see. You leaned onto the concrete for support because your head was spinning a bit after being bumped and pushed around while music was blaring. Your eyes attempted to refocus as you looked around for your friend.

“Stay here!!!! I will be right BACK okay?” she slurred. You lazily nodded as you watched the girl who brought you to this cave of a basement leave you alone. You scanned the dimly lit room for someone you knew, stumbling through the hoard. Two hands snaked their way onto your hips without you even noticing until your ass was aggressively pulled up against someones crotch. They forcibly swayed your hips in line with their own to the rhythm of the music. Your body stopped resisting and started to move on its own, the strangers hands no longer guiding you but rather holding on for the ride.

“Your ass feels so fuckin nice y/n” a familiar voice gruffed in your ear. You recognized it as Eren; Your body halted for a moment as you thought of your boyfriend, but he wouldn’t be mad at you right? It was all harmless fun, he was the only one that got to really have you at the end of the day. The alcohol in your system drowned out those thoughts as you bent over and shook your ass against him, his hips rutting forward to feel every little movement you were making while his hands dug into you. You heard him whisper ‘fuck’ a few times when you would throw your ass back into his groin.

When you snapped back up you felt a new pair of hands on you. The man behind you now had more rhythm in his actions, grinding his hips against you to the beat of the pop song that you could barely hear anymore. You turned your head slightly to see Connie, his eyes fixated on your gyrating curves while the rest of the men were watching. You laughed internally, faintly recalling what happened between you two earlier.

“I was waiting for my turn sexy” he whispered in your ear, his hot drunk breath making your neck feel sticky. You wrapped your arm back and hooked it around his neck while slithering up and down his body. Your vision was blurry and your head was all over the place. You could feel his bulge growing with every twist and turn you made. His hands made their way up your sides to the front of your body and onto your breasts, squeezing entirely too hard. You pulled yourself off of him instantly upon feeling his intrusive hands on your chest, it was as if the feeling snapped you out of the drunken haze you were in. You turned around to scowl at him, backing up a foot or two before you bumped into someones chest. Connies eyes left yours and looked up to the person behind you with a shred of fear. Turning to look up, you found relief in knowing it was your boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around Jean and pulled him in tightly. One hand of his rested on the top of your head but he never stopped looking at his group of friends.

“Had fun?” he growled at them. Eren walked away, annoyed that their fun was ruined. Connie hesitantly backed up before attempting to apologize over the noise. He left and made his way upstairs, fearing that if he stayed any longer Jean would really hurt him.

“What was that about?” he snapped at you. While he didn’t care if they tried to flirt with you, actually putting their hands on you was too far for him. You backed off of his chest before speaking.

“I didn’t think you’d be mad baby I’m sorryyyy, but don’t you wanna dance with mee?” you slurred. He didn’t have his usual soft expression this time and your adorable looks didn’t have any effect on him anymore.

“Not anymore, you’re coming with me” he demanded. His low tone made you weak, you knew what was coming next when he spoke to you like that. He latched onto your wrist and pulled you up the stairs, through the kitchen, pass Eren who gave you a wicked smile and wink, as if knowing exactly what was about to happen. You made your way up to his room, he scooped you up into his arms and threw you onto the bed and stood at the foot.

“I said I was sorry” you pleaded, desperation in your voice and eyes. He liked when you would beg for mercy like this, you wanted what was coming next but pretending like you didn’t was so much more fun.

“Oh I know baby, but sorry isn’t gonna cut it tonight” he hummed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and began crawling on top of you like a lion about to devour its prey. You felt so small underneath him and his presence. You could feel the heat from his breath on your neck as he leaned closer, and he could feel the heat between your legs as you pushed your hips forward. You were waiting to feel his mouth on your neck but he pulled away and got up from the bed, your face was visibly upset.

“You know I like to make you feel good sweetheart, but I don’t think you deserve that tonight, not after what you’ve done” he said, unbuckling the belt encasing his hips. He slipped it off and let his pants fall to the floor and signaled with a finger for you to come closer. You crawled across the bed and tugged at his boxers he still had on. He lowered them a bit and allowed his long thick cock to spring out onto your lips.

You gathered saliva and spit onto him, massaging it around with your hands. You kissed the tip a few times, giving it sweet little licks before wrapping your lips around and taking him in, your behind in the air while you descended onto his cock. His hands massaged at your legs as your head bobbed in an attempt to please your man and receive his forgiveness. He pulled you off his cock by your hair and flipped you over so your back was against the bed and your head was hanging off the side. He bent down to your ear and spoke.

“I think I deserve to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, especially since you were being such a slut tonight” he whispered. You nodded, a mix of concern and kexcitement on your face; he NEVER called you names like that before, but something about it was making you feel hot; you didn’t want it to end. He stood back up, your mouth hanging open waiting for him to use. Slowly, he pushed himself in, watching you struggle and gag from the sheer depths he was reaching in that position. He wrapped two hands around your neck and began to thrust ferociously, causing several tears to fall down your cheeks. His cock was pounding into your throat that could barely accommodate.

“Your my fuckin slut, you got that?” he growled at you, his voice shaky. You tried to reply but only gurgles came out. You loved this new side of Jean you were seeing, and wondered what else you could do to get him to treat you like this again. He could feel himself in that little throat of yours against his hands, and with every thrust he could see the bulge he was creating and it drove him wild. A sweet mixture of your gagging and his mumbles and groans filled the small room. His resolve was gone as his cock began to twitch, spewing his warm white seed down your throat. He had never came in your mouth before so you were surprised when he did, you felt so full with his cock and stuffed down your throat. He dragged himself out, a string of your saliva and his seed connecting you two to eachother before snapping apart.

“Open up sweetheart, I wanna see it” he said, looking at you upside down. You opened and allowed your tongue to hang out, exposing all of the sticky white fluid coating your mouth. He admired it all for a minute before he teasingly squeezed your cheeks together and stood up.

“You can swallow now” You gulped it down and coughed a bit, your throat sore from the abuse it just endured. Jean walked over to the bathroom and filled a glass with water and grabbed you a t-shirt. He sat down on the bed beside you, you stripped yourself of the little black dress you had on and slipped into the t-shirt.

“C’mere” he pulled you by the waist into his lap, “you know I love you right? I’m sorry if I was too rough” You nodded no, and nuzzled your face into his chest, his fingers drawing little circles on your back.

“I love you too Jean” you cooed. He was always so forgiving with you, never staying mad for too long, never going too far.

“How about we make a little more noise hm? Let my boys know who you really belong to” he suggested, a primal look in his eyes. Your legs quivered at the thought of Jean making you scream, and all of his friends getting hard just listening.

“Do it, make me scream” you whispered. In one swift motion he flipped you over onto your back and grabbed your face by the jaw, towering over you again like his prey.

“Im gonna make you regret that”

#jean kirschstein #jean x reader #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot smut #eren jaeger #armin aot #aot fluff

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Guys My Age

Title and concept inspo: Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Soft Dom! Aizawa Shouta x Medium-sized Fem! Reader

Quirkless AU

***18+ Fic***

You must be at least 18 years old to participate in this reading. If you are under the age of 18 please step out of line and find another fic. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Age gap, praise kink, DD/LG dynamic and terms, use of the words daddy and sir, light bondage, overstimulation, smut.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I KNOW, I know, I write a lot of Aizawa fics, and they’re all DD/LG stuff. I know, okay? It’s an obsession, I’m in love with this man. Anyway, another soft dom Aizawa, but reader isn’t very well-versed in intimacy. Also, reader is what some would call medium-sized. Not necessarily big, but definitely not small. This is for all my medium-sized girls, including myself. I was very self-indulgent with this one.

Part 2

Enjoy~

You’d always been told you were mature for your age. It wasn’t until recently you realized how true that statement might be. You’re currently 21. And very, very single. You’ve had a total of six different relationships, and all of them fell through for one very simple reason. The boys you dated were just that. Boys. They were extremely immature. Only ever wanting to ‘hang with the boys’ or stay at home. No effort was put into the relationship on their part after the first few weeks. You didn’t understand why these vastly different boys were all so adamant on staying inside.

You’d tried desperately to get them to go out on dates with you. You offered to pay, and drive, and literally anything else. But no, they were too busy playing video games or getting higher than the damn sky. Don’t even start thinking about sex. You hadn’t got any of that shit since your first ‘boyfriend’ at 17, who used you like a sex doll and broke it off once he found someone hotter and sexier and altogether better in his eyes. You were sick of it. So you did the last thing you’d ever want to do. You went on a blind date.

You’d stumbled on a website last week that allowed you to set up a blind date with a stranger. It seemed legit, and had background checks on all participants. It also allowed you to put in any preferences you had, and matched you with someone that had similar preferences and hobbies. The age range you put in? 30-35 years old. Because guys your age just didn’t cut it. You needed someone more mature, someone who could treat you like a woman, not some girl.

Today, almost a week after matching with someone, you were standing outside an italian restaurant. You didn’t know his face, just his name and age, and that he was a teacher. Aizawa Shouta, 31 years old. And he’d sent a single message when you matched.

Meet me at this location on Saturday. When you enter, I’ll be at the back corner table. Semi-formal. 8 pm, please don’t be late.

It was blunt and straightforward. You liked it. You just hoped he wasn’t quite this blunt in person. You’d put on a black knee-length cocktail dress with a halter top and a partially open back that fell to the small of your back. It accentuated your shoulders and the top half of your torso before fanning out at your waist, the silky material falling and swaying around you.

You slipped on simple white heels and silver jewelry, with a white clutch purse. You’d decided to pull your hair into a loose half-up half-down, a silver comb pinning your hair in place, minimal makeup and clear lip gloss. For the first time in a while you felt pretty. You knew you weren’t exactly small, but the way you were dressed gave you confidence.

You looked at your watch. 7:55 pm. You took a deep breath, straightened out your dress, and stepped into the restaurant. The host asked if you had a reservation, and you told him you were meeting someone who already arrived. He let you pass, and you walked back to the table Aizawa told you to meet at. He had his back to you as you approached, but you could see his broad shoulders and muscular frame easily.

He wore a white long-sleeve button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest fitted to his form. His slacks were also fitted, showing off his muscular thighs. His long raven hair was pulled in a half-up half-down similar to yours. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and he looked delicious.

Your heels clacked on the wood flooring, and as you neared the booth he turned to look at you. You stopped next to the table and got a good look at the stranger. He was beautiful. His dark bloodshot eyes looked tired, the bags underneath giving him away and only adding to his appeal, and a scar curved under his right eye. A sharp jawline, with a tamed scruff, and thin lips in a neutral expression. You were about to introduce yourself, but he stood from the booth and held his hand out, palm up. “You must be (y/l/n) (y/n).” You smiled at the gesture, and placed your hand in his. “That’s me. And you are Aizawa Shouta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before leading you to your seat.

As he sat down, you noticed a bottle of wine sitting in the center of the table in a bucket of ice, and two glasses of wine halfway full. One sat in front of you, and the other in front of Aizawa. He began the conversation with a rather specific question. “So, (y/l/n), why are you on a dating website looking for men that are so much older than you?” Normally you’d take offense to a question like that, but the way he said it was pure curiosity. So, you answered. “If I’m being honest, it’s actually pretty simple. Guys my age just don’t know how to treat me.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at his lips. “And how do you want to be treated?” You smiled a little at the implications behind the question, and answered. “I don’t want to be stuck in my room while my ‘boyfriend’ plays video games and smokes weed. I don’t want to be ‘one of the boys’, and I don’t want to have to plead and beg to go on a date or spend time with him. I want to be treated like a woman, not a girl. And I want to spend my time with a man, not waste it on a boy.”

At that, Aizawa smirked and sipped at his wine. You both took a quick look at the menu and ordered when the waiter came. As you ate, you talked about random subjects and hit it off quite well. The date went by quickly, and at the end of the night you’d exchanged numbers. “I look forward to another date with you, Ms. (y/l/n).” “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Aizawa.”

When you got back home, you undressed and cleaned your face and got into bed. As you lay there, your mind drifted back to the date, and how undeniably handsome Aizawa is. The way he spoke to you like you were his equal, and looking at you like an ancient treasure. He was everything you wanted, without even considering anything sexual. Little did you know he felt much the same way.

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When the date ended he texted Hizashi to let him know he was free. Hizashi, of course, called him immediately, and began drilling him about the date. “How’d it go Sho? Was it a rando with a thing for older guys? Did she want a sugar daddy?” Shouta rolled his eyes. “No, Zashi, she wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She was...actually really mature for a 21 year old. She knows what she wants. I admire that a little. And I won’t lie, she’s quite beautiful. Not the generic, model, beauty-pageant, barbie doll pretty. It’s a natural glow she has. It’s...quite mesmerizing...”

Hizashi exploded on the other side, laughing at the new infatuation his friend had for a blind date. “I hope she’s your type, Sho. I mean physically. I know how much you like them with a little meat on their bones.” Aizawa groaned at his comment. He knew he was just teasing, but that his blonde friend was 100% right. He knew he had a type, and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t looked at your full figure quite frequently.

He’d taken in your dress, how it showed off your shoulders and back. As you climbed into your car and took off your heels, he trailed his eyes up your legs, getting a small glimpse at your thick thighs. When you sat up behind the wheel, he revelled in the small rolls showing through your dress, wanting nothing more than to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them...

He shook away the thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. “Shut it Hizashi. Her body is none of my concern, and is most definitely none of yours. I enjoyed the date and that’s what matters.” The loud blonde gasped dramatically, “Oh my god she totally is! Damn you go get some Sho!” Aizawa just ended the call.

The next date was planned once again by Aizawa, and it was only a week after the first. It was a simple coffee date at a small cafe. You talked casually about the things you enjoyed doing. You convinced him to let you take care of the next date, which you decided would be a relaxed ramen date. You’d gotten comfortable around each other, and after about six more dates, he invited you over to his place for dinner. Of course, you accepted.

He’d sent you the address and apartment number, and you stood outside his door in dark jeans, black flats, and a beige sweater with a white tank top underneath. You knocked on the door, and when it opened he greeted you with a peck on the cheek. It had become a normal greeting, since you’d gotten so close, though the gesture always made you a little shy. He told you to get comfortable as he finished up dinner, and you sat at the kitchen table and admired him as he worked in the kitchen. He wore fitted blue denim jeans, and a black cotton t-shirt, his hair pulled up in a bun.

No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always just as shockingly handsome as the first time you saw him. His t-shirt left his toned arms exposed, and it was fitted to his torso, showing off his muscular frame. Your eyes traced the outline of his muscles from his shoulder, down his arm, drifting to his hips and up his back. You didn’t notice him glance back and smirk at you. “Like what you see kitty cat?” Heat rushed to your face at the realization that you’d been staring, and the fact that he’d noticed. And that name… “K-kitty?” you barely whispered, before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

You didn’t think he heard the first part. You were wrong. “It’s alright. And yes, kitty. Don’t like the pet name?” Your face burned at the tone of his voice. “N-no, the name’s fine, you just...caught me off guard.” He chuckled. “I should do it more often. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did. You tilted your head down and away from him and bit your lip, letting your hair fall to hide your face. You’d never gotten this kind of attention before, and you had no idea how to handle it.

You were too busy trying to calm your breathing to hear him approach you. The proximity and demanding tone of his voice made you jump a little. “Look at me, kitten.” You swallowed and took a breath before turning your head to him, and he hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you were forced to sit up taller. He moved even closer, your shoulder brushing against his abdomen, and you nearly had to look straight up to look in his eyes.

Your eyes began to drift away from his, and he jerked your chin up higher, silently commanding you not to look away. You brought your eyes back to his and held his gaze, and after a few moments he smirked. The hand under your chin moved to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Good girl.”

He quickly dropped his hand and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It took you a few seconds to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You panted a little, trying to calm yourself from what just happened, and clasped your shaking hands together. But they weren’t shaking from fear. In fact, you couldn’t quite tell why you were so shaky and out of breath. And the praise from him sent a shiver down your spine.

He managed to distract you while you ate, and you had completely recovered from whatever that was earlier. After dinner you moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch while you talked some more. Soon he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, still talking and listening, but clearly relaxed. Once again you found yourself distracted by his body, following the muscles in his neck down to his toned chest and abdomen. And again, he noticed. “I can feel your eyes on me, kitten.” His voice was low, a rumble of smooth baritone. You found yourself turning away to hide your face again, and the command in his voice controlled you with ease.

“Don’t look away from me, kitten.” You turned back to him, and when your eyes met his, you looked away, and he let out a low growl and your eyes snapped back to him. He adjusted and sat up, your eyes still fixed on each other. He pat his leg, “Come here kitty.” You blinked at him, not quite prepared for such a demand. His eyes darkened a little and his voice dropped to a growl, “I won’t ask twice.”

At that you got up and went to sit on one of his legs, but he pulled his knees together and shook his head. So you climbed over and straddled his legs on your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were fully sitting on his lap, your core dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Your eyes were still locked on his as he leaned close to you, his hands rubbing circles into your hips. He leaned past your face and whispered into your ear. “Can I touch you kitty?” You took a shaky breath and nodded. He laid a light spank on your ass and you jumped. “Use your words kitty cat.” “Y-yes, you can t-touch me.” He laid a kiss on your neck and whispered ‘good girl’ before moving his hands under your sweater and tank top. He ran his hands up and down your back, and he gripped the fatty flesh of your stomach and hips, kneading it in his palms gently as he worked his way up your body, leaving feather light kisses along your neck and jaw.

The intimacy had you quivering, and the way he nearly worshipped your body had your breaths coming out shaky and heavy. Shouta caught on quickly. “Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t done anything in a while?” he said in your ear. You started to nod, but quickly caught yourself, “Y-yes.” He stilled his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me what you did before this.” You took a breath and explained the situation as simply and quickly as possible.

His arms tensed, clearly upset that you’d been used like that. But he didn’t pry into that right now. “So you haven’t explored anything? Like any preferences you might have?” You shook your head quickly, “N-no...why?” He chuckled. “Well, kitty, you’re quite submissive. If you’d let me, I can help you explore this side of you.” You swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.” He hummed into your neck, “We can start tonight, but only if you’re comfortable and you want to.” You took a few moments to think about your answer. This man had been nothing but good to you. He treated you with more respect than all the boys you dated had combined. And you trusted him. “I...I’m comfortable starting tonight.”

“Alright kitty. Now, listen to me closely, because this is important, okay?” “Okay, I’m listening.” “Good. Since this is new to you, we need to establish a safeword. Is ‘roses’ alright?” You nod. “Okay. Now if anything ever gets too much for you, if you feel uncomfortable for any reason, if you need to stop for any reason, or if there’s a medical emergency, you need to use it. And that goes for me too. If I don’t like where things are going, I’ll use it. Once we use the safeword, everything will stop right there, no questions asked. Understand?”

“I understand.” “Okay. Can I trust you to use it if you feel the need to?” You nod, “Yes. I’ll use it if I need to.” He kisses your neck, “Good girl.” The praise makes you shudder, and you feel him smile into your neck. “Now, kitty, I want you to address me as either ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when we’re like this, do you understand?” “Yes.” He spanks you a little harder. “Yes what?” You jump at the contact “Y-yes Sir.” Another kiss on your neck, “Good girl.” He leans back and taps your arms, “Up.” You lift your arms and he pulls off your sweater and tank top at the same time.

His hands come back down on your shoulders, and he runs his hands down your chest and stomach, taking the time to remove your bra and knead your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and stands up, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed on your back and takes a rope out of the bedside table. You let him take your hands and tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard. It’s not uncomfortably tight, but a few experimental tugs tell you it’s solid and you won’t be getting out of it unless he unties you.

He trails kisses down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them as he goes. Once your jeans are off, he loops his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off. After that, he leans back and just rakes his eyes up and down your body, eating up every inch of your skin. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” His words have you shuddering and blushing. You’d never been called pretty before, and you knew why. You were a little bigger than other girls. You weren’t necessarily insecure about it. You didn’t care all that much about how people saw you with just your looks alone. But you knew Shouta was admiring your body after knowing who you are as a person, and it made you a little giddy.

His mouth and hands were all over you, squeezing and groping, sucking bruises onto your skin. His touches were sending waves of heat through your body, and pooling between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you there, and you whined and rolled your hips up into the air. “Such a needy kitty. Be patient. I’m not done here yet.” He rolled a nipple in between his index and thumb, pulling the other into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You mewled at the sensation, and he switched his mouth over to the other side.

Your legs were rubbing together, begging for friction, and he finally moved down to your dripping core. He took a finger and slipped it over your folds. He groaned as his finger collected your slick, “You’re so wet kitty. Are you this wet for me?” You nodded your head frantically, and he laid a light smack on your pussy. You let out a soft whimper, “Yes Sir, it’s for you,” you answered quickly. He hummed, “Good girl. I didn’t even need to remind you to use your words.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, and moved to lick a stripe up your folds. You gasped at the new feeling, never having anyone’s mouth down there before.

He slipped the pink muscle into you easily, groaning when he tasted you. The sound sent vibrations through your dripping cunt, making you squirm at the pleasure. He looped his arms around your legs, dipping his fingers into your core and using the slick to rub tight circles onto your clit. An unfamiliar sensation built in the pit of your stomach, your muscles tightening in your abdomen as it got stronger. You knit your eyebrows together, and in between heavy breaths you gasped out, “S-sir...it feels strange.” He raised his eyebrows at the statement, and increased his pace until that coil inside you snapped, which didn’t take very long.

Your back arched off the bed as you let out a loud, sharp moan, your legs shaking from the intensity of your first orgasm. Aizawa kept lapping at your pussy, letting you ride out your high, and once you were relaxed and panting on the bed, he lifted his head and wiped his chin. “Kitty, have you never cum before?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You shake your head, “No S-sir...Is that what just happened?” He chuckled, but didn’t answer the question, “You’re going to have fun tonight kitty.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant, though, because he slipped a thick finger into your core, and you mewled as your walls clenched down on him.

The game he played went on for what felt like hours, and you lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’d fucked you and cum multiple times himself. You’d already squirted several times, and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation. It felt so good, but it was starting to melt your brain and the title of ‘Sir’ drifted to ‘Daddy’ as it went on. All the muscles in your body were burning from flexing so hard, and your wrists were feeling raw from how hard you’d been tugging at your restraints. It felt so, so good...but it was too much. He leaned down close to your face and kissed at the tears, “You’re doing so well babygirl. You got one more for me?”

You giggled lightly at the praise, your mind fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts as he thrust his hips into you. He stilled his movements and caressed your jaw. “How are you feeling, kitten?” Your eyes looked up into his, struggling to stay open. You giggled a little as you answered. “It’s… I f-feel…” You knit your eyebrows together in concentration, searching your brain. “R-roses?”

Everything stopped, and he instantly reached up and tugged off your restraints, and pulled your exhausted body close to his chest. Your breathing got heavier, and your chest got tight, and fresh tears fell down your cheeks. He held you tight, kissing your tears and petting your hair as your cries died down. He held you like that until your breathing was normal again. You slowly opened your eyes, weakly calling out to him, “Daddy?” He kissed your forehead, “I’m right here kitten. Tell me what you need.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and mumbled, “Water. Can I have water?” He wrapped you in a soft blanket and stood up, carrying you with him. “Anything for my kitten.”

He set you on the counter and made a glass of iced water, holding it up to your lips. As you sipped, he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and neck, and he didn’t stop or move until you had drained the cup. He left it in the sink and picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom and filling the tub with warm water. He turned off the tap, took off your blanket, and carried you into the tub. He washed the both of you, massaging your scalp, and you let out a sound like a pur, which he smiled at.

When he was done, he stood you up and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, dried himself with one, and carried you back to bed. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay (y/n)?” You nodded into his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just intense.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for using the safeword. You did so well for me kitten, trusting me like that.” You nuzzled into his chest some more, relishing in the heat his body gave.

You loved the praise he gave you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy in your belly, and it felt so good. Soon you were drifting into a deep sleep, comfortable in Shouta’s arms. This was nice. You’d be happy to let him guide you, let him take care of you like this. One thought drifted through your head as you drifted.

‘Guys my age could never.’

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Settle Down: Chapter 2

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2K

Warnings: SMUT!! (fingering, sexual content, small breeding kink i guess), cursing. things of that nature

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

AN: Unedited. This chapter has smut, not intense smut but it is to further the plot. comment on this chapter or message for taglist. much love Cia!

Chapter 2: Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?

You never want to thank serial killers for anything but you were slightly grateful that they decided to chill for a week. You and Spencer didn’t really want to have to put this off another month and you very well couldn’t go to Hotch like “you mind if Spencer sits this case out so he can knock me up?”

You decided that you wouldn’t tell the team what you guys were doing until you were at least 4 months pregnant, which getting Garcia to keep it a secret was proving to be its own task. You thankfully had been able to intercept her before she could tell Derek.

Spencer was over every night after work now, cuddling you on your couch watching a new Disney movie. For a man who seemed to know everything, his classic children movie knowledge was lacking. Right now, you guys were watching Ratatouille. He was sitting on the couch and you were on the floor beneath him between his legs, his hand aimlessly raking through your hair. You were on the verge of purring like a cat. You had forgotten how it felt to be comfortable around someone.

“I don’t understand. If this movie is supposed to be about a rodent in a gourmet restaurant. Why is he making a peasant dish?”

“It’s called Ratatouille. Why do you think?” You say, looking up at him. “It’s a pun.”

He smiles down at you. “Well, it’s a play on words. Not a pun.”

“Whatever, nerd.” You go to turn your attention back to the screen but his hand slides from your scalp to around your chin, forcing your head to stay up.

“Tomorrow’s the day, you know.” Spencer says.

“Trust me, I know.” You say.

“Are you…. nervous?” He asks, eyes kind of shifting.

“You don't make me nervous, Spencer.” You say, turning so you can look at him fully. “But something tells me you are. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“It’s just…. Idontwantittobebadforyou.” He rushes out.

You look confused for a second before you realize what he’s saying to you. “Oh, Spencer you don’t have to worry about that.” You say, tapping him on the leg. “After all, you are kinda the only one it needs to be good for.”

“Actually some studies have been showing that women are more likely to become pregnant if they also achieve orgasm.”

“Now that’s something I didn’t know.”

“I just… it just feels selfish. You’re not getting anything out of it.”

“But I am getting something out of it, Spence. The best thing, our kid.” You laugh. “That’s what we’re doing this for, right?”

He hesitates slightly. “Y-Yea, it is. Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Hey, it’s alright. Caring if I orgasm already puts you above like 90% of the guys I’ve fucked.” You shrug. “Now, shut up. I’m trying to watch Remy.” You say, turning your attention but to the kitchen antics on the screen before you.

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You had been antsy all day. Penelope tried to pry out of you what was making you so jittery but you never told her. As far as Penny was concerned, you and Spencer were going through the clinic. She didn’t need to know the details of how you were getting pregnant.

After work, you and Spencer piled into your car and drove to your house. Once inside, Spencer waited in the living room while you went to the bathroom and took an ovulation test. Not exactly the sexiest thing to set the mood but what are you gonna do? You come out some time later brandishing the test before tossing it in the trash.

“Well, I’m ovulating.” You say. “How are you feeling?”

“F-Fine.” He stutters before clearing his throat. “I’m fine.”

“Ok so you’re clearly not fine.” You say. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re having doubts. We can wait as long as you need.”

“No, I’m fine, just nervous.”

“This is probably the wrong time to ask but you’ve…. Done this before right?”

He looks at you incredulously. “Christ, Y/N. I’m not a Virgin.” He exclaims. You hold your hands up in surrender. “It’s just weird. You’re my coworker.”

“We can pretend I’m someone else if you want. Like I’m someone from the bar? Or where do you even meet girls? The library? Comic con? Pen gave me a Star Trek shirt last year. Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?—“

“Can I just kiss you?” He cuts you off. “Can we start there?”

Your face can’t help but soften at that. “Yea, Spencer. That’s fine.” You say, stepping into his space. You feel his hand cradle your face before he leans in kissing you softly. You go at his speed for a while, slowly letting your tongues meet in the middle as you wound your hands into his hair. Soon a gasp is leaving you as you feel hands circling your waist pulling you closer as his kisses become rougher. Soon, you find yourself pressed against your wall. You let out a small yelp not expecting that at all. Spencer slots a leg in between yours, rubbing it against your clothed sex slightly. You groan when you feel his erection against your hip. Spencer’s now kissing you extremely rough. His hand drifts from it’s hold on your hip to the bottom of your jaw, fingers spreading slightly so he's almost gripping your neck like he wants to but is trying to hold back for right now. You’re a little surprised at that, you would’ve never thought Spencer Reid was into that. He pulls away for a second, hand still on your jaw looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Bedroom?” He asks. You nod.

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The two of you didn’t even have time to have an awkward moment because as soon as you’re in your room behind the closed door Spencer is on you, his lips finding your neck and that spot behind your earlobe that makes you moan. You reach to start unbuttoning his shirt, he helps you and you feel the slight smirk against your jaw. As soon as he’s undressed, you take off your clothes and sit on the bed. You look up and see Spencer still standing up at the end of it, watching you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Nothing.” He says. “You’re just- you’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You don’t like the way your heart flutters at that. You need to get a grip and remember this is just a one time thing, a business interaction.

“So do something about it.” You say.

Spencer is on top of you at the speed of light, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. You moan loudly, back lifting off the bed when his lips circle around your nipple, fingers playing with the neglected one. He looks at you softly as he starts to pull your underwear down. His fingers ghost above your sex, waiting for your permission. You nod, moaning when you feel the first digit slides across your wet folds. You had thought about Spencer’s hands before but nothing could prepare you for how they’d actually feel inside you. He says nothing, just gently pumps the two fingers inside you, smirking at how much you’re falling apart under him. It’s somehow hotter than when guys talk to you in bed. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the line you had set for yourself as you get closer to the edge. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you were. Your moans got more and more loud as you felt yourself falling over the edge, praising Spencer’s name all the while. He still says nothing, just studies you with a look of wonderment crossing his face as you ride out your orgasm.

“You ready?” He asks. You nod, helping him pull off his boxers before he settles in the space between your legs. You feel the tip of his member press against you before he looks you in the eye again, silently asking for permission. You push back against him, granting it. The two of you groan loudly at the feeling as he presses inside of you. Spencer gives you time to adjust to his length, he was definitely a lot bigger than you thought he was going to be, then again you never really thought about any of your coworkers genitalia before. You nod when you're ready and he starts moving, slow at first but quickly picking up pace when he hears the groans and moans escaping your body unintentionally.

“Fuck, Spencer. R-Right there.” You stutter out, Spencer moves your legs higher up on his waist as he started fucking you faster, hitting that spot inside you nearly every thrust. You went into this expecting nothing, really just the most mediocre sex possible. Which was fine, you were only doing this for your baby. You certainly weren’t expecting Spencer to actually be good at this. But here you were, moaning like a pornstar underneath the man she didn’t even like just weeks ago.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, head dropping into your neck. You could feel him panting into your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so tight, baby.”

You don’t know where that baby came from but you were too caught up in it to care. Your moans get louder and louder and Spencer drops a hand to your sex, rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves that had your back arching off the bed. You were so unbelievably close you and Spencer could tell by the scratches you left down his back. He placed a small bite on the small patch of flesh behind your earlobe and that was all it took back over the edge for the second time that night. You felt Spencer’s thrust start to falter shortly after.

“Shit, you feel so good, Y/N.” He groans into your ear. “Fuck.”

You knew it wasn’t wise and if you could take it back you would. But you got swept up in the moment and still reeling from the two orgasms you had that you turned your head and whispered directly into Spencer’s ear.

“Give me your baby, Spence.”

Spencer’s leans his head up to look at you now, an almost feral look crossing his face as he starts fucking you harder. Looking you so intensely in your eyes. He brings a hand up to your neck squeezing the sides slightly and gripping your head so you can’t even look anywhere else if you wanted to.

“Fuck, Y/N. You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” He says, fucking you impossibly hard. You moan loudly, gripping his wrist attached to the hand around your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna--” He cuts off, and you watch him shake as he releases inside of you, thrusting shallowly as he rides out his orgasm.

A minute passes and he separates from you, placing another pillow under your hips. “I’ve seen some studies say it’s better to keep the hips propped up for five minutes after sex to increase chances of fertilization.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”

He leaves you alone in the room for a second and you decide to spend that time gathering your thoughts. This could not be good. Spencer just gave you the best sex of your life for what most likely, was going to be a one time thing. You don’t even know how to go about working with him and raising this child knowing what he was like in the sack. This was a bad idea, but it was also a little too late now.

He comes back in with a cold water bottle, prompting you to drink it which you happily accept. He goes and runs a hand softly through your sweatshined hair.

“Sorry for… doing that, I know you said it wasn’t necessary before but you seemed close and it felt cruel to just not.” You look at him confused for a second before you realize what he’s saying.

“Are you…. Apologizing for making me cum?” You ask. Spencer looks down awkwardly for a second. “Spencer, trust me it’s fine. In fact, it’s more than fine. Thank you for this. I know it was less than ideal for you.”

Spencer playfully ruffles your hair. “It was not as bad as I thought it would be.”

You roll your eyes at that. “Gee, thanks Casablanca.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughs. “I should get going.”

“It’s already late. You could just… stay if you want.”

“I don’t want to impose--” He starts but you cut him off.

“Spencer, stay with me.” You say again, looking him in the eyes. “Please.”

He looks at you back for a second, decoding if you were serious before nodding and crawling into the bed next to you. You immediately turn and toss an arm over his torso.

“Goodnight, Spencer.” You say.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says back.

You can almost swear you feel a kiss at the top of your forehead before you drift off but you’re so tired.

You probably hallucinated it.

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🏵 pairing: bf!Kevin x fem!reader 🏵 genre: fluff, suggestive 🏵 word count: 2.5k 🏵 tw: suggestive themes, a very badly written make-out session in the water 🏵 synopsis: you thought that you’d celebrate your relationship anniversary like every other couple, but Kevin had another plan in mind. 🏵 requested: yes! thank u!! 🏵 a/n: i apologise if it’s cringe or in a rush, i’m still not used to writing this type of thing! i hope it’s any good...

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Today was a special day for you and Kevin. Celebrating your third year together, happiness hadn't left you since you met this young, talented man. You were over the moon (no pun intended) when you first started dating this little ray of sunshine, and you don’t know where you would be or what you would do if he had never appeared in your life. He brought so much positivity in your life that you could only thank him for making you a better person and the happiest girl on earth.

And today was the day to celebrate those beautiful years of common life. Kevin and you had made sure that you were clear of any type of schedule or appointments to make the most of this beautiful day. In addition to that, the weather seemed to be on your side considering the temperature skyrocketing as the hours passed, not a single cloud on the horizon ready to come and ruin your day, none of that. It looked like even the stars were ready to celebrate your anniversary by offering you the warmth necessary.

You had talked about your plans a few days prior, and you were the one to come up with a beautiful idea. Why not going back to the places that were essential throughout your three years of common life?

Kevin instantly agreed with the idea, suggesting places that brought back beautiful memories. You managed to narrow down the places you wanted to visit again to three.

The first place was the coffee shop where you worked as a student with his sister, the one who made this relationship possible by introducing you to him one night during an aperitif at the shop. You remembered how attractive you found him, being a spluttering mess the entire night spent getting to know each other better.

The next spot was the abandoned field a few streets away from your apartment building. As for your second date, he had prepared a picnic and you spent the entire day there, flirting like two teenagers. You played around and joked for a while, Kevin suddenly asking you to kiss him. Wanting to play around and tease him, you only kissed his cheek and scurried away, leaving an offended Kevin behind. After running out of breath while trying to flee from your date chasing you, you fell back on the picnic tablecloth and timidly pecked his lips before pulling away, your boyfriend becoming flustered by your actions, a bit disappointed that it didn’t last any longer.

And the third place was at the beach, where you spent the entire day together, enjoying the ocean and the sun as much as you could. Kevin, being the hopeless romantic that he is, asked you to be his girlfriend as the sun was setting, making the scene unforgettable. You still remembered it, even three years later, gladly telling the story to anyone with a huge smile on your face.

You were so sure to have become the protagonist of a fiction that you had to pinch yourself after he had asked you out, just to make sure that you weren’t hallucinating.

And today, you felt all giddy to back to the same place you went to for your second date. just like the first time, he prepared a nice picnic and messaged you to meet him up at the same spot as a few years prior.

Kevin looked handsome when you arrived, and you were excited to spend the day together. Everything surrounding you was gorgeous, you took a lot of pictures from the scenery and your boyfriend, having fun and flirting like the first time until the sun decided to leave. However, instead of acting cute, Kevin was more teasing, sometimes borderline explicit, just to see the bashful look on your face.

“Stooop, not this loud,” you playfully nudged him in the ribs and he cockily raised his eyebrow, breaking into a laugh.

He swiftly tackled you to the ground and hovered above you, nearing his face to yours while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. You grabbed his face and gently grabbed it away from you to press your lips against his, slowly making out with him.

“So I am not allowed to whisper things to you, but you can kiss me like that?” he said while pulling away, making you giggle as you looked to the side. “You know that there are families around, with children, trying to have a good time together. So try to keep your needs to the bedroom, baby,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes with a huff, knowing that he felt the same as you did.

His teasing grin confirmed what you thought, the light in his eyes changing into something quite different, hotter, needier. With only one look, you understood the other and immediately packed everything, putting away things in a rush, Kevin on your heels as you dashed to the car park of the supermarket nearby. When you were in the car, giggling like a schoolgirl as the exhilaration rushed through your veins, your boyfriend’s hand resting on your thigh as it innocently trailed higher the closer you got from your apartment, breath itching in your throat each time he teased you even more.

Yet, as you were about to take the small street to reach your building, Kevin decided differently by driving right past it, speeding away after taking a sudden turn. Your eyes watched the street sign and you smiled as he started following a route to a well-known spot: the beach.

In the thrill of getting out of the car, you took the untidily folded tablecloth and bolted to the beach, laying it on the sand before happily sitting down between Kevin’s legs. His arms immediately surrounded your waist and his mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck, making you shudder at the sensation. Kevin smirked as you were easily affected by his touch, laid hold of your waist to press you further against him.

You smiled and gave a half-suppressed laugh as you pressed your cheek on his shoulder, getting lost in the sensation as you struggled to suppress the moans that were already threatening to spill at the abandoned field. Your boyfriend stopped for a while and you sighed in relief, feeling your heartbeat slowly calming down as he stopped his ardent attack on your neck.

“I have an idea,” Kevin declared, now huskily whispering in your ear. “Yeah?” you replied as his hand gently caressed your thighs up and down. “Do you follow me?” you slightly frowned at his words, turning your body around as you watched him get up. He took off his baseball cap and dropped it on the tablecloth, grabbing the back of his V-neck sweater and took it off before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

“You wanna go in the water?” You stated, observed getting into work, earning a smirk from the man standing in front of you. “Isn’t it a good idea?” Smirking, he threw his shirt at you while biting his lower lip, rolling your eyes at his comment. “The last in the water will do the dishes until September!” he yelled as he was about to take off his jeans, only to watch you spring on your feet and removed your dress, getting ahead of him as you wore fewer items of clothing than him.

He froze for a quick second as he saw the sheer, sexy white lingerie you hid under the fabric of your dress, his distracted eyes allowing you to take the lead and run towards the ocean at full speed. The water was cold but the burning sensation travelling your body didn’t prevent you from entering the ocean. It managed to cool you down instantly as you got water to your stomach, gazing at a defeated Kevin that arrived a few seconds after you.

“That is so unfair,” he said while entering the water, dragging you by the waist in deeper water as you laughed.

With your hands resting on his shoulders, he glanced at you with a smirk tugging on his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist. Hair framed your face in the most gorgeous way, Kevin observing you with admiring eyes, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

“You are gorgeous Y/N. You never told me you were wearing this set though,” he mumbled, without being affected by the small waves, looking at you with a sudden sparkle of lust illuminating his eyes. “Oh. My mistake. I should have undressed in front of everyone at the field to show you,” you murmured with a mocking smile, only to have Kevin roughly grabbing the back of your head to pull you against his mouth, messily kissing your lips as he hungrily held you tight against him.

The hotness of your bodies grinning against the other was almost enough to warm up the entire ocean, his touches lingered in your mind as his hands travelled lower to grab your ass. You hated to admit it, but Kevin only needed to kiss you with all his might to make you melt in a small puddle of love. It was delicious, you couldn’t even deny it, his hands kneading the flesh of your butt cheeks always achieved to make you feel some type of way. Just feeling him against you felt like heaven, pressed chests heaving together as you were about to lose yourself to him.

“Don’t play with me, baby,” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again with more eagerness this time. You grabbed the shorter hair at the back of his head and tugged on it, Kevin emitting a groan against your lips.

Pulling away, he slowly yet roughly grabbed your lower lip between his teeth, tugging and playing with it as his hands were busy playing with the wet lace underwater, pursing your lips to stifle a whimper.

Lust and arousal filled your eyes as you stared at Kevin, barely keeping them open at the intensity of the emotions you were feeling. He let go of a hand on your ass to come and gently cup your throat, tongue slowly entering your mouth and easily dominating yours as you felt a rush of heat bolting south, a small moan escaping your mouth.

“I’ll never get over how easily you get turned on with just with my hand around your throat,” he chuckled, and you groaned, slightly annoyed at how cocky he sounded.

Kevin acted all smug and playful, but you also knew he was slowly losing his mind at how much he loved and cared for you. The only thing that he wanted to do right now was showing you all the love he had for you, but he also knew that words and actions weren’t going to be enough to even reach how much he loved you.

You wanted to talk back, but he was quick to silence you by trailing his hand to your cheek to cradle it while his mouth went the opposite direction, leaving prominent hickeys on the smaller ones that he gave you on the beach and at the field. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your stomach did somersaults at the overwhelming sensation.

“I think that’s enough foreplay. Don’t you think?” you said, and his mouth stretched into a smirk, dying the following second as he kept on taking the right path to send you to cloud nine. “Someone’s quite eager tonight, hm? Let me take care of you, love,” he whispered and disappeared in between your breasts.

[...]

Chests rising and falling against the other, Kevin gave you a quick kiss on the lips and another one on your jaw before walking closer to the shore hand in hand, feeling the exhaustion washing over you. With an arm crossing over your breasts just in case, you picked up the discarded bra on the sand that your boyfriend threw a few moments prior, holding it away from you as it was wet and sandy.

You both quickly paced to your tablecloth, drying yourselves as best as you could as you got dressed again, relieved when you noticed that no one had stolen anything during your little lovemaking session. The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you pulled your dress over your body again, shivering as you felt the lace wet some parts of your dress. Quickly discarding the panties off your legs for some comfort, you glanced at your boyfriend who was rebuttoning his shirt as if nothing happened.

“Naughty girl,” he smirked as he detailed your actions, handing you his V-neck sweater. “I’m not that cold,” you stated but took it anyway, Kevin breaking in a fit of laughter. “Your nipples say otherwise, darling, or it's the thrill of getting freaky in the ocean maybe?” your eyes widened at his boldness, a shocked, playful look painting your face before putting his sweater on. “You perv,” you giggled, and he shook his head, grabbing the panties you were holding and tucked them in his jeans back pocket.

Turning back to the ocean, you looked at the dark blue water, the starry sky and the moon illuminating the small waves and the foam crashing on the sand before vanishing back in the salty water. You sighed and softly smiled, two arms wrapping around your shoulders in a much gentler way than a few moments prior.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” Kevin whispered in your ear and you lifted a hand to rest it on one of his forearms, enjoying your boyfriend’s hold and warmth surrounding you. The teasing atmosphere had disappeared, getting replaced by something deeper, softer. “Look at the sky, it looks gorgeous,” you whispered as if speaking louder would break the moment. Kevin kissed your cheek, lips lingering on your skin and you smiled, gently turning your head to peck his lips. Everything was slower, gentler, and softer as if your actions in the water were just a great memory. “It is indeed gorgeous, there’s nothing compared to you admiring it,” he whispered, and you smiled, a delicate warmth engulfing your heart in a hug at his cheesy words.

Boy, this man was a flirt, but you adored it. It made you feel like you were still in the chasing part without the doubt of not being this type, and you could stay in this state forever.

“I love you,” you whispered, and Kevin placed himself in front of you, lifting your head with his finger under your chin, admiring your face as pure love adorned his pupils. “I love you too Y/N, to the moon and back. I love you even more than all the stars in the sky tonight. Happy anniversary, love,” he whispered before taking your hand, lifting it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on top.

You shivered at the contact and Kevin drew you closer to him, lips connecting with your forehead before you started to walk back to his car.

He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

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mxpseudonym · 3 years

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Three Musketeers

Pairing: Isiah Jesus x Fem!Reader x Michael Gray

Summary: Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

Length: 1691 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Dangerous for work, threesome/polyamory,

A/N: Whoo! This turned out more fun and youthful than I expected, so I hope you crack a smile and get a little flustered upon reading.

"You ever sleep with someone, y/n? You've got the two of us right here."

It was Isiah's cheekiest proposal to date and the one that started it all.

You were the secretary taking over for Lizzie now that she was moving to Mr. Shelby's new aboveboard office. Though you were only coming up on a year at the position, your similar age and humor with Michael and Isiah made you the three musketeers. There was hardly a day you weren't all together, trying to experience as much life as one could in the smoke and mud of Birmingham.

It had been a few months since Isiah rested his elbow on Michael's shoulder and sent you a cheeky grin that didn't fit his inherently salacious ask. Standing in your living room, blood warm from the liquid courage coursing through all of you, you turned your eyes to Michael. You expected surprise, maybe even anger, but instead, you found him waiting expectantly for your answer.

"If you don't like it, we can stop."

It was a little awkward in the beginning, trying to figure out who was to do what. Still, you found yourself enjoying it that time and every time after. Now it was more likely than not that whenever the boys walked you home from work or the Garrison, they'd stay a while. Today was no different.

"Your eyes get bigger when you drink. Did you know that, y/n? It's pretty. You're pretty," Isiah smiled sloppily at you. Your cheeks, already warm from the rum, turned even hotter as he kissed down your neck.

"You don't have to sweet-talk me; I'm already here," you said with a laugh.

Isiah pulled down your dress, letting it fall to expose your delicate underthings. He kissed down your neck, then buried his face into your shoulder as he pulled you closer into a hug.

"Y/n, don't throw away my compliments. It makes me upset," he murmured.

"This is what happens when you two start drinking rum. He goes all soft," Michael accused as he walked into the bedroom in only his boxers.

"I do enjoy it, so it's worth the risk," you mused. Isiah mumbles something unintelligible before lowering to his knees in front of you.

"I'm just calling it as I see it. You're incredibly sexy, y/n. I haven't to hold myself back in the office when you come in looking pretty like you do."

Isiah spoke between kisses planted on your cotton panties that he was eager to get rid of. Michael patted Isiah's head before moving behind you.

"He's right about your eyes," Michael spoke in your ear while dipping his fingers between your bra strap and the sensitive skin beneath. "Can we take this off?"

You nodded once, already starting to feel warmth pool in your lower belly as your garter straps were released and your bottoms were also being pulled off. You gasped as Isiah finally reached you, placing feather-light kisses up and down your slit.

It was Michael's turn to start on your neck. Your head dropped back onto his shoulder when his hands found your breasts. He felt them in his palms, kneading them until you were sighing and aching for ample attention to your sensitive nipples. You leaned against Michael more when he suggested Isiah put your leg over his shoulder.

"Oh god, this- ah!" A bite to your inner thigh jolted you. You looked down with wide eyes, only to see Isiah's mischievous ones.

"Oi, watch it," Michael warned, guessing what happened. From his own experiences, Isiah could get very into biting depending on which type of liquor he drank.

"It's okay," you stopped them. The heat rose to your face as a smile rose to Isiah's.

"You like that?" He asked, doing it again and watching your bottom lip gets pulled between your teeth. "Atta girl. She likes it, Mikey, keep going."

"Heathens, the lot of you," Michael muttered, earning a chuckle from you both. Though, as things progressed, he quickly joined you. Your nipples were pinched and rolled harder than before, paired with Isiah's greedy laps at your leaking pussy made you shiver. A stiffened tongue and bite to the neck was enough to send you over and leave you squirming against the two.

"Absolutely beautiful, love," Michael kissed your temple.

"To the bed?" Isiah asked though it was more of a direction. If you had to describe them, you could say Isiah pointed, and Michael drove. Isiah always made the first move, and Michael was there to support. Isiah kissed you first, and Michael played with the hem of your skirt. Isiah asked what you liked, and Michael remembered to make it happen later. Now, Isiah mentioned the bed, but Michael was the one moving you to it. Not that you minded any of this in the slightest. Ever since fully grasping that you could, in fact, orgasm several times, it had become a matter of continuing to please you.

You laid back and watched the two men undress. They were so different even in their bodies. And yet, they were perfect when they moved together. Michael pulls Isiah to him, but it's Isiah who cups the shorter man's face and says something about you tasting good before kissing him.

It no longer surprised you to see them lean into each other. Your first night together, there seemed to be a few almost kisses, but Isiah never pursued it. You weren't a fool; you knew there was likely something between them before you came along. So, in your second encounter, you kissed Michael then looked to Isiah.

"I know you're dying to get a taste, aren't you?"

Now there was no stopping them. While Michael kissed you neatly and with purpose as if to send a message depending on the mood, Isiah chose enthusiasm over form. Sometimes your teeth would knock together if you weren't careful. Both made you weak in the knees.

Together, however, they left behind any need to treat their lover delicately and moved on to devouring each other. Just before you could feel left out, Michael reached out to you blindly, leaning away from the kiss.

"We have to let her decide who she wants this time," Michael reminded his lovers of the rules.

There was no guarantee of who got what job. Isiah could have you seeing stars several times over if he didn't accidentally overstimulate you and end things for the night. Michael was exceptionally good at drawing out your pleasure in a way that could leave you satisfied, but ultimately nowhere near a release. It was hard to compare and say who was better, so you did the work of not overthinking and compromising. Michael smirked somewhat smugly as he went to grab a condom from your bedside table, while Isiah sighed. He'd be more upset if there were any losers in this situation.

Back on the bed, you reveled in all of the attention they gave you. You could tell whose touch was whose even when they moved in tandem. Isiah moved without any hesitation- full of enthusiasm and impulse. Michael is more calculated and deliberate, thoughtful in everything he did. With your eyes closed, you can tell it's Michael's fingers brushing over your lips and kiss your jaw, and Isiah placing wet kisses down your body, already on your shoulders. Your wrists were moved above your head, both held in one large hand, and two others pull your legs apart.

"Don't tease," you warned as Michael moved between your legs.

"How could I when you're this wet?"

Still, he ran his head over you until you were whimpering before grabbing the base of his cock and sinking into you. Isiah laid next to you, propped up on one arm and stroking himself with his other hand. He leaned over you, alternating between covering your skin with wet kisses and saying the naughtiest things in your ear.

You brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts on his command, and Michael groaned. They'd left the pub just for this, and it showed in the way he wrapped your legs around him. He pushed into you deeper, hitting the perfect spot that made your back arch.

"Michael, p-please,"

"Look at you all worked up, y/n," Isiah groaned in your ear. Knowing they were both enjoying themselves made everything more erotic. "Why don't you ask Mikey for more, love?"

"M-Micheal, Michael more."

You were so close already, and Michael's grip on your waist tightened as his rhythm picking up brought you to the edge. Isiah kissed your cheek, then your jaw while your moans grew louder. He moved his hand from his own dripping cock to flatten on your stomach, sliding down until he could circle your clit.

"Isiah," you said his name softly and turned your head to kiss him. His tongue slid against yours for a moment before he moved to kiss your cheek again.

"Hm? Does it feel good? Is he stretching you out, darling? I love it when he does that,"

"Fuck!"

Michael, usually the quiet one, swore at Isiah's words and broke his rhythm to slam into you. Isiah only slightly held back his laugh at that reaction. Micheal filling you to the hilt with a newfound ferocity paired with Isiah's encouragement left you squirming and coming hard around Michael's cock. Your clenching left him swearing again as he finished in you. Michael stroked your thighs with his eyes closed as you both caught your breath.

"You're gonna to pay for that," Michael finally said, looking to Isiah, who was petting your hair.

"You're in trouble," you teased Isiah. Michael slid out of you, doing the responsible thing of tossing away the used condom.

"I'll pay in full, but you'll have to work for it, Peaky boy."

Isiah rolled to his back and motioned to his erection, desperately in need of attention. You crawled forward and took it in your hand, giving it a generous lick.

"Don't worry, Mikey, I'll help."

Michael shook his head at his two favorite people, but climbed on the bed anyway. His hand wrapped around yours, helping you pump as he licked his lips.

"Heathens, all of us."

#Hahaha #Peaky Blinders fanfic #Michael Gray fanfic #Isiah Jesus fanfic #Michael Gray smut #Michael Gray x Reader #Michael Gray x Isiah Jesus #Michael Gray x Reader x Isiah Jesus #Isiah Jesus smut #Isiah Jesus x Reader #Peaky Blinders smut #Finn Cole smut #Jordan Bolger smut

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mummybear · 4 years

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Breaking The Rules

Words: 2929

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Slight Somnophilia kink, Oral Sex (Male receiving), Quiet Sex, Secret Sex, Sam’s In The Next Bed….So Shh….;) ), Dirty talk, Lots Of Teasing And Being Made To Wait….Think that’s it :)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Dean have an arrangement that works for you both, but you’re starting to test the boundaries, but you love it when Dean gets angry.

A/N: No Beta for this one, sorry it’s been so long since I posted! Been soooo busy with the kiddies and trying to write my new series! :P Anyway, I hope you like it lovelies! :D

You swirl your straw around your small glass and scan the bar, you know you don’t really need to look, you know he’s watching you, because you’ve caught his reflection in the bar’s mirror at least twice now. But this is the game that the two of you always play, because nobody can know what the two of you get up to, he’s your dirty little secret and your his, and that’s just the way you both like it. Your eyes fall on him once again, he’s sitting at the bar with a girl either side of him, but you’re not jealous, you have no reason to be, and he’s made that abundantly clear on more than one occasion.

The toilets are behind him this time, so you know you’ll be the one who makes the first move tonight. But you want to wait a little longer, let the anticipation build, until you can see him squirming, make him wait for you for once. He knows where you are and you’d agreed on ten minutes, but it’s easily been twenty. The rules are that he doesn’t turn to look at you, because you can’t let Sam or any other monster or hunter find out what you get up to, the two of you don’t need any other reason to be used against one another.

He’s tense, you can see it from the way he’s sitting. You’d decided to wear a dress tonight, one that doesn’t require much, before it falls away. Your stockings feel soft against your skin as your thighs rub together beneath the table. You finish your drink and keep hold of your glass as you stand from the table slowly, your heels click against the tacky wooden floors of the bar. You drop the glass back on the counter top and thank the barman.

Walking past Dean is always the fun part, you put an extra swing in your hips as you walk, discreetly dragging your nails along his jean clad thigh as you pass. And although you don’t look back, you can feel his eyes on you, like he’s trying to undress you as you walk past.

You walk into the ladies and check the cubicles are free, and lock the main door behind yourself when you find that they are. As you’re reapplying your lipstick you hear a knock at the door and smile at your reflection, not surprised that he didn’t wait the usual amount of time before he’d followed you. You’d wound him up the entire way here in the Impala, as well as the long wait in the bar itself.

You open the door a crack and smirk at him when his green eyes narrow at you, “can I help you?” you ask quietly, enjoying the way that his jaw clenches tight beneath his skin.

“Let me in, Y/N. I’m in no mood for any more fucking about,” he demands angrilly.

You bite your lip as you start to close the door, quickly feeling his foot wedge in the crack before you can close it. His arm manages to fit through the gap as well and you step back with a moan, feeling his fingers wrap around your throat.

“Is something wrong, Dean?” you ask knowingly, as he locks the door with his free hand and slams you back against the door.

“Oh, you fucking know what you’re doing. The plan works, Y/N! It’s worked for ages. So why have you always gotta fuck with me?” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.

You don’t care about how pissed he is, in fact you wanted it, you crave it, because there is nothing hotter than when Dean Winchester is angry. You pout at him as you tug down the zip that runs the length of your dress, “come on, Dean. You already know why I do it,” you purr as your dress falls open at both sides, revealing the lacy surprise that had been hidden beneath your dress, and Dean’s hand drops from around your throat.

“I guess you’re just lucky that you’re so fucking sexy, even if you are a complete cock tease,” Dean growls deeply, as he pushes your dress from your shoulders and lets it drop at your feet.

“Oh really? In that case are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna fuck me already?” you ask cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He rests one hand on the door behind you as he gets down to your level and leans in close. And you watch an almost deadly smirk curl at his lips, “for a little slut you’re real fucking cheeky.”

“Hmmm, maybe you should shut me up then.” You dare him, keeping your eyes locked with his.

He doesn’t bother speaking, he doesn’t have to. He all but snarls as he slams you back against the door and claims your lips roughly. Your back aches at the impact trying to get closer, you welcome the pain as much as you crave the way his kiss makes you dizzy and lightheaded. Dean pushes his hand between your legs, and roughly tugs your panties to the side. Your head thuds back against the door when he pushes two fingers inside your slick opening, the stretch is just as incredible every time. His stubble is rough against your skin as he sucks marks along your collarbone, just low enough that most of your shirts will hide them.

You cling to his shoulders as he curls his fingers just right, against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Dean’s panting hard against your ear as you squeeze your eyes closed, “not so chatty now, huh?” he mocks you, dragging his teeth over your earlobe and all you can do is moan his name.

“You gonna come for me princess? You gonna make a mess all over this floor?” he groans deeply, wrapping your hair tightly around his free hand and forcing you to look at him.

Your walls start to flutter around his fingers, and your breath is starting to get stuck in your throat. You arch into his touch, feeling yourself right on the edge of orgasm and he suddenly pulls away with a chuckle, “Dean, no, come on! Please don’t do this again,” you beg desperately, knowing your attempts will be futile.

“Oh what’s up sweetheart? You don’t like being teased or being made to wait?” he chuckles, stepping back, pushing on your shoulders and forcing you to your knees.

You glare up at him as he undoes his belt and jeans, pushing them down until they stop at his mid thigh.

“You’re such a dick,” you grumble under your breath as he pushes his boxers down, his cock is rock hard and the tip is red and leaking pre-cum, just begging to be sucked and you hate how well he knows you.

“Oh baby, who do you think you’re kidding? You knew what would happen if you made me wait. Now it’s your turn, so be a good girl and open that mouth for me.”

Dean’s grip on your jaw is tight as you lick your lips and open your mouth, you give him your best doe eyes as you look up at him.

“Good girl, I do love fucking this pretty little mouth,” he tells you as he pushes his cock between your lips, he rocks his hips slowly at first, keeping his thrusts shallow, until you wrap your lips around his girth and start to suck just the way he likes.

His head drops back and a deep groan leaves his parted lips, and his thrusts quickly become more insistent, you even have to hold onto his thighs to keep yourself up right. Almost every thrust now pushes the head of his cock against the back of your throat. You’re doing your best to relax, but you can’t help but gag around the intrusion despite your best efforts.

Dean pushes your hair off of your face and grips it tight behind your head, you can see his legs are beginning to shake, you know how close he is. He’s so thick and heavy against your tongue, you’ve never had anyone bigger or better than Dean, and you weren’t sure you ever would. He could make you come repeatedly, until you were feeling boneless and seeing stars, but you’d still crave more of him and still beg for more. He was like your personal drug.

You gasp and moan as he pulls his cock free and wraps his fingers around his girth.

“This what you want? You want my come, baby girl?” he rasps, eyes locked with yours as he fucks into his hand, hard and fast.

You nod quickly and stick out your tongue, Dean practically growls as his climax hits, and his free hand lands on the door behind you as he slump forward slightly, so he can keep himself up right. You swallow everything that lands in your mouth and lick your lips clean.

After a moment to recover Dean helps you to your feet and hands you your dress, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re gonna pay for that later, Winchester,” you huff, pushing against his chest, until you can slip past.

Dean chuckles as he finishes buckling his jeans, and grins at you, locking eyes with yours in the reflection of the mirror. You roll your eyes and look down, before he’s able to annoy you further.

“Promises, promises, sweetheart. I’ll see you out there.”

Before you can reply, he’s already out of the door.

You smirk to yourself in the mirror as you sort out your appearance, trying to smooth out your hair and clean yourself up a little. Oh he’d pay alright, not in the way he’d expected, tonight you were gonna break another one of your rules. Because he didn’t know it yet, but he’d be fucking you in the motel tonight.

You can hear Sam snoring behind you, but you can’t sleep, nor had you planned to. You’d been too busy glaring at the back of Dean’s head for the past hour now. Waiting for the right time to exact your revenge. You were sure he was asleep by now, he’d barely moved and you can see his side rising and falling slowly.

Carefully you slip out of Sam’s bed and walk around to Dean’s. Pushing down your panties you drop them in your duffle, before crawling onto the bed the opposite side to Dean, and slipping beneath the covers, tugging off your t-shirt before you lay down.

You chew on your lip nervously as you shuffle closer to him, smirking to yourself slightly when you feel his hardened cock pressing against your thigh through his boxers. You gently push on his shoulder until he rolls onto his back, groaning and throwing an arm over his eyes. You carefully pull down his boxers, just enough to free his cock.

Glancing over at Sam you can see he’s still asleep, so you quickly and carefully straddle Dean’s waist, luckily he still hasn’t moved, and the slick between your thighs is becoming more uncomfortable, thanks to him you’re still so wound up from the bar. You remember the time that he’d mentioned something similar to this being one of his fantasies, so it was a win win situation really.

Wrapping your hand around his thick cock you carefully lower yourself onto him, clamping a hand over your mouth, trying to hold back whimpers and moans that want to fall past your lips. You start to slowly rise and fall over him, feeling that perfect stretch as he starts to get deeper inside you.

Dean’s hands quickly find your hips, and you watch his eyes snap open when your hands land on his chest.

“Sonofabitch, fuck,” Dean groans loudly, pulling you down roughly, so that his cock his fully seated inside you.

“Oh... s-shit,” you whimper quietly, suddenly very full and aching perfectly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You win,” Dean moans, when you start to roll your hips a little faster.

“Shhh,” you giggle, leaning forward and pressing a hand over his mouth, glancing at Sam, thankfully he hasn’t moved.

When you look back at Dean, his eyes are completely focused on you and your hand falls away from his mouth, you lean over him and press your lips to his. Your pussy is clamping down repeatedly around his cock, you’re so close it’s almost painful after what happened at the bar. His tongue moves with yours slowly and deeply, taking your time to really kiss each other for the first time in weeks. You love Dean’s mouth and those perfectly plump lips of his drove you close to insanity. You regretfully pull away from Dean’s lips, feeling your lungs burning with the need to breathe and drop your head into the crook of his neck.

“See this is why we had this as a rule. Neither of us can stay quiet when I’m buried in this tight little cunt, so fuckin’ hot and wet for me. Go on sweetheart, come on my cock, I know you’re close.”

You can’t speak, as he rolls on top of you and your climax hits you hard, you have to bite his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming out his name. You know he’s right, but you can’t find it in you to care right now, it feels so good to have him inside you again. Dean hisses behind his teeth as your nails drag down his back, in an effort to hold onto something to ground you.

“Fuck. I love watching you come for me, so damn sexy,”

“Well you feel so good, Dean. I missed your cock so bad,” you whimper, feeling Dean’s cock throbbing inside you.

“So damn close already, sweetheart, fuckin’ love being inside you. I’m such an idiot.”

You bite into your smirk as you look up at him, feeling his hips starting to slowly move again.

“No arguments here, but you’re insanely hot and smart, so i’ll let you off,” you giggle, hooking your legs over his hips, and you try to keep him pulled tightly against you, as you start to roll your hips against him, doing your best to meet his thrusts.

You push your hands into his hair and gently tug when he starts to thrust harder, angling his hips perfectly so he’s hitting your sweet spot.

”Are gonna fill me up baby?” Dean’s about to speak but then Sam rolls over to face the two of you, and you both fall silent. You both carefully roll on your sides, so that all Sam should be able to see is the back of Dean’s head if he wakes up.

“Damn right, I am,” Dean grunts as he moves you into a better position.

Dean quickly hooks your leg over his arm, and clamps his free hand over your mouth as he starts to thrust his hips, there’s no build up this time his thrusts are hard and calculated.

“What about, sam?” you manage to gasp behind his fingers, as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot.

“Guess you better keep quiet then, sweetheart. Or maybe you can scream for me, like you usually do, and we can just show Sammy what a little slut you are for his big brother, but I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

“P-Please, Dean. Only you,” you whimper, reaching between your legs and you start to rub your clit in time with Dean’s increasingly fast thrusts.

“Fuck, you know I love hearing you say that,” Dean moans, breath hot against the back of your neck.

Your head is spinning and breathing becomes a little harder, your stomach is clenching and your walls are repeatedly clamping down around Dean’s thick cock. Your heart thuds hard in your chest, and the wet sounds of your pussy are louder than the sound of Dean’s hips hitting your ass with every thrust. Your climax hits you out of nowhere, and Dean growls quietly against your neck as you soak his cock and the sheets beneath you.

Dean’s fingers tighten around your thigh, in an almost bruising grip, your head is still foggy from your orgasm, but you know he’s close when his thrusts begin to stutter. You groan, unable to speak as your sensitive walls clamp down hard when Dean comes, filling you like he hasn’t done in ages.

You’re shaking when Dean finally lowers your leg, and gently pulls out. Grabbing his t-shirt from the side of the bed, he does his best to clean you both up. You turn in his arms once he drops his t-shirt off the side of the bed. You both carefully move away from the wet patch and you curl up against him tightly, sighing quietly as the feeling of satisfaction finally settles over your tired body.

Dean gently runs his fingers through your hair, as you start to calm down a little.

“You’re getting too good at this,” Dean laughs quietly, giving your ass a squeeze with his free hand.

You roll your eyes and you can’t help but giggle, “too good at what?”

“Surprising me. I didn’t think it was possible, but you just keep doing it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I break the rules,” you smirk up at him as you press a kiss to his chest, glancing over at Sam, pleased to see he’s still asleep.

Dean bites into his smirk and pulls you closer, “I think I can live with that.”

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innaminitus · 4 years

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Lake

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Request: so Geralt saved y/n’s father many years ago and he called the law of surprise?? The surpsise being of course y/n and Geralt comes for her may years later when she is an adult and a sexy woman? and smut? or somethign like that THANKS! (from anon)

Warnings: smut

Word count: 2221

A/N: toss a coin to your witcher is my new jam also i am very proud of poland finally having a decent witcher series (ale żebrowski na zawsze w naszych sercach)

You were kneeling on the ground and just staring at him. That was basically your favourite thing to do since he called the law of surprise and took you from your home on your 23rd birthday two weeks ago. Just in time, as it turned out, since a day later the entire town you’ve lived in was slaughtered.

You just liked to look at him, that’s all. He was very handsome, after all. It was the only selfishness you could allow yourself for.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked, his eyes still closed.

Your body didn’t even bother to blush. You weren’t intimidated by him.

“Because I can.”

A ghost of a smile showed on his face, but he still didn’t open his eyes.

“See anything interesting?”

Lots of things.

“A bug in your hair.” You reached to his silver, tangled hair and picked up a beetle that lost its way from the grass. The bug run away to the bushes. “I’ll go pick up some berries.”

You stood up and fixed your dirty dress.

“I’ll go with you,” he sighed and began to stand up, but you stopped him.

“I’m an adult, I can take care of myself,” you said, already turning away and walking to the berry bushes.

“Hmm. I doubt that…”

It wasn’t a long walk, barely five minutes away from the clearing you stopped on for the night. Last evening you’ve seen them almost bursting with juice and couldn’t stop thinking about them since.

Once you’ve reached them you kneeled and started to pick them up, carefully, not to squash them with your fingers. One after another they landed in your basket, which was soon full. You stood up, stretching your back, hurting from bending too long.

“Are you done?”

You didn’t hear him walk, so, naturally, you got scared from the sudden voice behind you. You jumped, and, naturally, tripped, falling with your face right in the bushes full of berries. And, naturally, throwing your basket at the man.

With a squeak you turned, trying to sit up, and when you managed to do so, you took the hand Geralt offered.

“I’m sorry, you scared me–“

A short laugh escaped your lips when you saw him; his hair tinted purple from the berries that you threw on him, with parts of the fruits on his face and clothes.

He wasn’t having as much fun as you, even though you were whole in berries and for sure had twigs in your hair.

“We need to go,” he just said, his jaw clenched as he wiped his face with a hand.

“I need a bath.” You wrinkled your nose. “And you, too.”

“We’ll stop at some lake or something, but now we need to go. I don’t want to spend another night here.”

The lake wasn’t very far, but it was far enough for the both of you to start stinking like fermented fruits and sweat. It was hot, not a single cloud on the sky, and even the protection the trees gave you wasn’t enough. Roach was barely walking in the heat, so you haven’t had the heart to ride on her.

You almost smelled the water with your senses, and run to the direction of the small lake as soon as you saw it, kicking off your shoes on the way.

The water was clear and inviting, and you forced yourself not to jump in it fully clothed. You tugged on the ribbons of your dress, but couldn’t manage to untie the corset-like back. It must’ve tangled at night.

“Geralt, can you help me with this?” You looked behind at the man guiding the horse to the water.

He silently walked to you and began to work with the ribbons. The feeling of his breath on your neck made you shiver. It seemed as if the day became even hotter.

You were trying to seduce him ever since you saw him, but he seemed not to notice it. You just weren’t sure if you were that bad at it, or if he just wasn’t interested in you. You very much hoped for the first one.

“Done,” he murmured, freeing you from the last ribbon and you didn’t hesitate to grab the material of the dress and throw it over your head, leaving you as naked as the gods have made you.

Your long hair almost touched your bottom, still leaving a nice view at it while you walked to the lake. You haven’t heard him move and the thought that he was watching you made the hotness between your legs more noticeable.

Cool water soothed your sunburnt skin, and you dived into it whole, sighing with relief, watching the berry stains melt into nothingness. The lake was shallow, in the deepest spot the water reached only your shoulders. You turned in the water to Geralt.

“Are you coming or what?” You asked, flicking your wet hair from your face.

“I’m fine.”

“You stink and have berries in your hair.”

“And I wonder whose fault is that….” he sighed and rolled his eyes, but eventually started to undress.

One layer after another the leathery parts of his clothes were abandoned on the ground, and when he took off the shirt you could shamelessly admire his muscly chest and arms. Gods he was so handsome… How could every part of him be so perfect?

“Turn around.”

It took you a second to realize he was talking to you. You blinked and your sight fell on his hand, untying the leather trousers.

“Did you turn around when I was naked?” You raised one eyebrow and immerged almost whole into water, leaving only your eyes and nose above the panel.

A smirk was all you got as an answer, but it was enough to tell you that he did not turn his gaze away.

“Y/N…” His voice was warning, but the smirk was still on his face.

“Fine.” You turned away, waving your hands in the water. “But that’s not fair.”

You heard him walk into the water and excitement overtook your body. That was probably your biggest achievement in the art of seducing; to have him naked not so far away from you.

“Can I turn now?”

“Yes.”

He was much closer than you expected him to be, but still what felt like miles away. You rinsed your hair, frustrated, doubting there was any way to actually be closer to him.

“You have leaves in your hair…” He smiled, watching you try to wash them out. “I’ll help you.”

He swam closer, and you hoped he didn’t see your blush. The clear water was transparent, and you could swear you saw him stare at your breasts for at least a second.

His fingers were more delicate than you would expect them to be when he took out the twigs and leaves, but it was the closeness of his warm chest that made you shiver. You wanted to kiss every bit of his skin, lick every scar and pain.

Your fantasies took too long. He already moved away.

Shit.

You immerged into water completely, hiding your frustration away. It was never going to happen, you had to face the truth. He wasn’t interested.

Unless he was.

You stood straight and swam a little further from him.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher,” you started to sing a song he hated so much. “Oh Valley of Plenty…”

He turned to you with anger.

“Stop it.”

“Oh Valley of Plenty, oooh.” You were swimming further and further.

“Y/N, I’m warning you, stop singing this cursed song.”

“Make me.” You smiled cockily and turned to swim. “Toss a coin to your–“ You squeaked as he swam to you incredibly fast and grabbed your waist from behind, his fingers on your lips silencing you.

“Shush.”

You could feel his scars on your stomach as he was holding you this tight. One step you could blame on clumsiness was enough to have your back fully pressed on his wide chest and his chin in your hair. You froze like this, afraid that any movement would cause him to let you go.

You were blissfully aware of every inch on your bodies touching; from the hand on your lips, his face in your hair, the hand on your belly, your back against his chest to the hard length pressed to the small of your back.

Hardlengthhardlengthhardlenght. Keep calm, Y/N.

His breathing was heavy, as if he was fighting with himself. You wanted him to lose the fight.

He twitched and quickly let you go. Only you didn’t plan on giving up.

You turned, put your hands on his shoulders and lifted yourself up, to press your lips onto his. Then again. And everything would be perfect if he only gave you the kisses back.

“Geralt–“

“Stop it,” he said, but didn’t push you away.

“Why?” Your faces were still so close your lips were touching when you talked.

“This is wrong.” He moved slightly, but you moved with him. “I am your guardian.”

“I don’t need a guardian. I can take care of myself.”

“Y/N–“

“Say you don’t want me and I’ll never touch you again,” you said, backing just a millimetre to be able to look him in the eyes. He just watched you, his jaw clenched, muscles working. “You can’t.” You smiled for a second.

“I can’t,” he admitted in a husky voice.

Your insides twirled.

Dear gods…

“Then why fight it?”

His lips captured yours, surprising you. You had to throw your hands around his neck not to fall deeper into the water when he almost sunk into you, arching your back with his strong arms around you. You sucked his bottom lip and received a groan before he pushed his tongue into your lips, and you didn’t bother to fight for dominance; this fight was already lost.

His hands slid down to your thighs and he lifted you up as if you weighed less than a feather, and walked out of the water, your lips still joined. He laid you on the grass, his lips travelled lower, to your jaw and neck, leaving wet trails to the valley of your breasts.

The ground felt as the finest of beds when he kissed you this way and flicked his tongue over your nipple just to caress another with his skilled fingers. A sigh escaped your lips when you pulled his white hair and forced him to kiss you again. His lips were so perfect on yours…

He positioned himself between your legs, lifting one of if by the crook of your knee and straightened slightly. He was eating you with his sight, every inch of you. Without taking his eyes from yours he kissed your leg just above the knee and with the other hand firmly held your hip to drag you closer. Your pussy was throbbing, you needed him to fill you or else you would probably gone mad. Thankfully he wasn’t going to keep you waiting any longer. He leaned to kiss you as he thrusted in you hard, causing you to gasp. He smiled cockily, biting your lower lip.

His member was dug deep inside of you, stretching your walls to the point where it hurt, but it was the most delicious pain of your life. He pulled off and thrusted back in, hand on your hip still pressing you onto the hard ground, but you didn’t mind, you almost didn’t feel it; the only thing you were able to feel was his cock reaching so marvellously deep and his lips on yours.

Your fingers got lost in his hair as he pounded wildly, fucking moans out of you. You kissed a silent curse from his mouth when he pressed on your leg, forcing it to spread even wider. Your muscles clenched at the new angle, you weren’t able to hold back his name as pleasure started to spread hot spots all over your body. Butterflies overtook your mind, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, all you were able to do was to move your hips to his pace, to clench your muscles and shake when orgasm hit you like a wave and a loud moan woke probably every bird in the forest.

He wasn’t long behind; your movements brought him to the edge, he thrusted hard and gasped into your mouth, spilling himself deep inside of you.

Only when he let you go you could feel how indelicate he was with your body; and how much you’ve liked it. He collapsed next to you, panting.

“If I knew this damned song was enough for you to give up already, I would sing it days ago.”

“What?” He turned to you, resting on his elbow.

“Did you really not notice a thing?” You sat up and squirmed at the pain of sore muscles.

“Believe me, I noticed,” he snorted. “Only I never thought that was what you meant… It took my whole strength not to claim you.”

You lied down, laughing.

“Men truly are clueless…”

He lifted himself on his elbow and leaned over you.

“I can show you how I am everything but clueless.” A smile ghosted on his face as you kissed him.

And this time you didn’t have to sing.

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writtenjewels · 3 years

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Escort part 6

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

John was scared as hell asking the man to come over. He never had company over. Letting Kaidan see his model collection, his hamster and fish, his framed Blasto posters, wearing a damn hoodie, he'd never been so exposed and vulnerable. It was so off-putting.

But Kaidan had liked all of it. He had even fed into John's collection by buying him a new model. He teased John about the VI that fed the fish for him. All night John debated on changing into his escort clothes but then Kaidan would look at him and make him feel like the hoodie was the sexiest thing he owned. Kaidan even liked the steak sandwiches although they weren't anywhere near as good as something John could've found at a restaurant.

Kaidan made him feel like he didn't have to be anything, that just John was enough. Which was a very foreign feeling to him. His clients always laid out exactly what they expected from him. But Kaidan never asked him for anything.

After dinner they made out on the couch some more. This was all strange for him, too. Even with clients who wanted to fuck him, John always maintained a certain level of control. He prepared ahead of time, undressed himself, and got into position. With Kaidan he was unsure of what he was supposed to be doing-- where to put his hands, how to position his body. Kaidan would end up guiding him and to John's surprise, he liked that. He couldn't imagine ever letting a client direct where John should put his hands the way Kaidan did, let alone enjoy it.

Eventually they just cuddled together on the couch, his arm around Kaidan as the other man leaned on him. “Do you have work tomorrow?” Kaidan asked.

“Not really. I usually space them out. Sometimes I don't work for a week, sometimes it's every other night. Depends.”

“That sounds kind of nice,” Kaidan hummed. “You set your own hours, take time off whenever you want.” He felt around for John's free hand and squeezed. “And you choose the work you want, right?”

“Right,” John agreed. “I don't do anything I don't want to do.”

“Neither do I.” Kaidan lifted his head off John's shoulder and he turned so their eyes met. “I had a feeling you would ask me over when I bought that model. I... I think I was hoping you would. I wanted to see you like this.” He tugged on the bottom of John's hoodie meaningfully. “I like this space nerd who owns a hamster and has Blasto movie posters on his walls. I like the man who needs a VI to feed his fish. And I like that you showed all this to me.”

“Yeah,” John gulped. “I got that impression.”

“You look nervous,” Kaidan noted with a wry smile.

“It may surprise you to know that I've never done this.” John swallowed and tried to explain it properly. “With my clients, the sex is still good, but it's not... I'm there to help them feel safe being out of the closet, or to just experiment. I've never wanted someone before.” His eyes dropped for a moment before flicking back up to Kaidan's face. Kaidan was watching him, the warmth in his eyes touching deep in John's body. “I... I want you, Kaidan,” he whispered. “Spend the night with me. We don't have to have sex; I just want you here.”

Kaidan let out a long sigh. His hands wandered down John's body to his hips, pulling the man into his lap. John willingly settled there with their foreheads touching. Kaidan then stood up, hoisting John up with him. The move surprised him and sent a quick shock of arousal through his body. No one ever carried him before. It was hot as hell.

“Where's your bedroom?” Kaidan asked in that husky tone of his.

“That way.” John jerked his head in the general direction. Kaidan actually managed to carry him all the way there, which was very impressive. John couldn't resist squeezing his arms to get a feel for those powerful muscles. They got inside and Kaidan dropped him. He lay there in a winded daze and watched Kaidan take off his shoes. John wiggled his own bare toes playfully.

“Should we turn that music off?” Kaidan wondered.

“There's a control over here.” John gestured to the radio by his bed. Kaidan turned it off and then reached to loosen his trousers. “Kaidan, wait,” John protested, even as his body heated eagerly. “We don't have to.”

“You said that already,” Kaidan reminded him. “I don't know about you, but I find sleeping in my trousers uncomfortable. Besides...” His eyes glinted mischievously. “With how you dress, I feel like I've practically seen you naked already.”

“That's the idea,” John assured him. He stretched out a little, watching with an increasing heart-rate as Kaidan got his trousers off. Somehow the unassuming gesture was hotter than any strip-tease. And when he saw Kaidan in his boxers, John couldn't help but laugh. “I can't believe you're teasing me about my tight clothes when you wear those.”

“They're comfortable,” Kaidan defended with a chuckle. He got into bed and ran a hand along John's side. He tried not to move in case that made Kaidan stop. “Why did you take the job to escort me?” Kaidan asked him.

“ 'Our friend Kaidan is a good man',” John recited from memory. “ 'He works hard, busts his ass, and never asks for anything. We want him to have a night where he can enjoy himself for a change. Please give him a great evening'. I wanted to meet the guy they were talking about.” He shivered a little seeing Kaidan looming above him. “I guess I should have paid more attention to the 'never asks for anything' part.”

“Enough people ask things of you, John,” Kaidan said, his hands now moving to push the hoodie off John's shoulders. “Between the military and this job, someone is always wanting something from you. I didn't want to add to that.”

John was a little stunned. How did Kaidan see him so clearly? The man shifted so a knee was between John's legs and he automatically spread them farther apart. His hands shook as he lifted them to grasp the hem of Kaidan's shirt.

“Maybe we can both stand to be a little more selfish.” Kaidan was closer now, his nose brushing John's, his lips so close. John had no basis for comparison with this. His whole body felt alert and the slightest touch from Kaidan was a pleasurable shock to his nerves.

Then their lips sealed and Kaidan's arms wrapped around him. He lifted a leg to go around Kaidan's waist. Kaidan's hand gripped his thigh to keep him in place.

“Kaidan,” he breathed out. “Go slowly.”

“I will,” Kaidan assured him. He pulled back enough to look at John's face. “You aren't 'prepared' for me?”

John had to laugh. How could he have possibly been prepared for a man like Kaidan Alenko? “Not even a little.”

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catgrump · 3 years

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"Get on your knees" for Kaito and Maki? 👀 you choose whether you wanna take that as a SFW or NSFW. Suprise me 👁👄👁

SURPRISE it’s Non-Despair AU SMUT woohoo! Been a while since I wrote uh p/rn so uh here we go back to Horny Hills!

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Read it under the cut! Warning: sexual content 👀

“You were awfully quiet on the drive home,” Maki commented as she walked ahead of her boyfriend through the hall of hotel rooms

They just returned from a company party, and were staying in a hotel as the event was out of town.

The taxi ride they shared was unusually quiet. Kaito is normally the life of the party, still relishing in the high from the event on the ride back. But normally, Maki is the one who asks to come home early. This time, it was Kaito begging his girlfriend to leave HIS company’s party.

She looked back over her shoulder, seeing her slightly unkempt boyfriend slugging behind her. His jacket unbuttoned, his tie undone, dangling across his neck. He only had one beer; why is he so sloppy?

He didn’t reply. He was just... looking at her. He bounced his eyebrows up and down and bit his lip, watching her practically strut in the glossy black heels she wore as the skirt of her dress flounced against her thighs

She rolled her eyes and continued her path toward their hotel room, key in hand.

Their room was at the end of the hallway. By the time they finally reached their destination, Kaito’s patience seemed to run out. As Maki unlocked their door, he took hold of her hips and bent down to kiss her neck.

“K-Kaito!” She smiled and felt her face immediately flush. “Don’t surprise me like that!”

“Maki, baby, this is what I was waiting for all night,” he whined as they crossed the threshold of the doorframe.

As it swung shut behind them, he spun her around and pressed her against the door, holding on to her waist and bringing his body close to hers

He stroked the red velvet of her dress, feeling tiny embroidered stars across the curves of her waist and hips, his breath hot against her face, “You are so sexy. I wanted to just ditch the party and stay with you all night ever since you came out of the bathroom in this dress... and that lipstick...” he glanced back down at her deep red lips, like a fine red wine, and pulled her in for a kiss, like he needed to drink every last drop

She put her hands behind his neck as she kissed back, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. It was obvious how much he wanted her, and she planned on taking full advantage of that.

She broke away after a few moments, having decided what SHE wanted tonight.

She smirked at him, and he licked his lips with anticipation. “Destroy me,” she beckoned

He grinned with a sparkle in his eye, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder

Maki paid no attention to her ankles hitting the wall; she was too taken aback by her sudden ascension

In just a few steps, he made it to the plush king-size bed that had been tidied in their absence, and tossed her on her back on top of the comforter.

Maki watched as he threw his jacket across the room and started unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying the— rather hasty— show

Even in just the light of the city at night coming in through the window, Maki could see everything she needed. His tie slid off his button-down, falling to the floor against his abs. He grabbed his shirt and practically ripped it off his shoulders, the muscles of his arms flexing as he does so

She couldn’t help but let out a hum as she watched her man undress for her, which only excited him more. Once his shirt was gone, he gravitated toward her like a magnet, but he was quickly stopped

The sharp heel of one of Maki’s shoes pressed into his sternum, pushing him back.

“Not so fast,” she teased

He cocked an eyebrow with intrigue, enjoying the pressure point on his chest

“Get on your knees,” she commanded, “Earn it.”

He smirked, his erection difficult to contain; he hadn’t completely undressed. “Yes ma’am.”

He did as she wished, placing his hands on her knees as he lowered himself to the floor. She spread her legs for him as he trailed kisses across a leg, starting at the knee and making his way down her calf, lifting it in his hands. Her legs were elongated to hell and back with those high heels. Maki continued to hum with delight as Kaito went back up her leg, kissing practically every inch, brushing the skirt of her dress away as he went further and further up her thigh, bringing a hand to her other thigh when he reached the lace of her panties

Maki felt a shiver run through her body as he started touching her. A finger grazed the lace, gently applying pressure whenever he reaches her clit

She felt his hand slide under the lace, grazing her hip bones as he tugged at the fabric. He looked to her with a question in his eyes. She nodded her head ‘yes’ in response. He took hold of the hem and slid the garment down her legs, and she tossed them aside with her foot

She sighed as her body twinged with pleasure, feeling him delicately tease her with his tongue, gasping once he was finally inside

She gripped his hair, pulling on it as she propelled her head back, laying flat on the mattress as she basked in the feeling with her eyes shut, which only amplified her other senses

Feeling her legs tremble between him, he stopped to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. He wasn’t sure if he ‘earned it’ yet, but he wouldn’t just sit idly by when pleasuring her was making him want to explode. He brought his cock out as he heard her gasp “Why’d you stop?”

She was looking back at him from the bed, pleading with her eyes. He bit his lip and brushed through his now-disheveled hair as she started touching herself, a finger rubbing her clit with more pressure than he had done previously

“I can give you more if you want, baby, but,” he stood up, bringing his stiff cock into her view, “I’ve been ready, so just say the word—“

He watched her slide a finger inside, prodding it in and out while she looked at him, “Give it to me,” she moaned

“Fuck, yes ma’am.”

He quickly scrambled to find a condom as she continued to hum in pleasure behind him, cupping a breast through her dress in one hand and fingering herself with the other

When he returned, he untied the straps of her dress, and she quickly guided it off her body, revealing she chose not to wear a bra as she spread her legs for him again

He got back down on his knees and took hold of his cock in one hand, and grasped her hip with the other. “You good?” He asked, looking down at her

Her hair sprawled across the bed, a hand by her chest, biting her lip, she nodded her head ‘yes’, crying out the word “yes!” as she felt him enter

Kaito had a firm hold on her hips now as he brought the two of them closer together, grunting as he felt how wet and tight she was, and as he saw her dazed, eyes-shut-smile as she moved with his body, bouncing against the bed

The longer he looked at her, the hotter he got. He guided her hips up and down his cock, bucking every time she made a sound.

She got louder every time he thrusted harder, squeezing her hips with white knuckles as he sped up, pounding into her with heavy breaths

Maki lifted her legs and placed them against Kaito’s shoulders, and he immediately took hold of them instead, continuing to quicken his pace as Maki whimpered and moaned more and more

As she’s normally so demure, hearing Maki unapologetically scream with ecstasy is one of Kaito’s favorite things, making it harder for him to go much longer

But it seemed he didn’t need to worry too much

She writhed, “Kaito, fuck; I— fuck!” Her back shot up as she melted her body into his cock, a pulsing feeling radiating from her body as she came

A few curses of his own escaped from him as he came right after her, pulling out after a few last exhausted thrusts, disposing the condom, and collapsing beside her

They panted until their breathing synchronized, coming down from the high

Maki sat upright and kissed the top of his head that was resting on the mattress, and started running her hands through his hair

“Y-you had a good time?” Kaito asked as he picked his head up with a smile

“Every time.”

She got off the bed and made her way to the dresser, and removed a few pieces of clothing. “Come on, let’s go clean up,” and she made her way toward the bathroom

He smiled as he watched her, quickly following behind

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i was wonder if you could make a khun x reader nsfw where reader wants khun to be in his blonde hair if that makes sense ?

Hello, I can work with this and do it for you 💕

NSFW - no minors, 18+

Word Count - 1,809

"Try and wait up for me, okay?" That was the last thing Khun said to you as he left your room, all ready and dressed nicely for something that he hadn't explained to you. It must've been important, though, he never dyed his hair blonde unless he was trying to disguise himself.

You were used to seeing him with his hair down or in a small ponytail, but his hair was different, it was half up half down, his bangs from the side of his face pulled behind his head and tied behind his head.

God, was he handsome as he left, he was dressed in one of his suits. It was difficult to take your eyes off of him as he walked away, leaving you alone in your room.

It was easy to keep yourself preoccupied at first, you could've easily read or watched something to pass the time. But the later it got, the more bored you became.

Your eyes wandered to the clock, catching a glimpse of what the time was: nearly one in the morning. Shouldn't Khun have got the information he needed by now? I was making you impatient.

It's not that you were desperate for him, it was more like you were wanting to look at him. You had never really paid much attention to how he changed his look at times, but at this moment, with him looking this different, it made your heart race just thinking about him.

Anyone could say that Khun was attractive, and it would be true. You knew his eyes would only be on you, the person who meant the most to him.

The more you thought of him, the more a fire burnt inside of you, making you want him more than before. You could feel just how badly you needed him in your lower region, which got hotter and hotter.

Would it better to relieve yourself of your growing need, or would it be better to just push them to the back of your mind and try to do something else?

It would be quicker to just get your urges out of the way, but, at the same time, you could easily clear your mind of the lewd thoughts you were having of him. He'd come back to you eventually, and, maybe, his mood might even match yours.

He had told you to wait up for him, but it was morning, and your eyes struggled to stay open. It was a sort of torture to your body and brain, being deprived of rest was the one thing you didn't want.

You gave in to what your eyes wanted you to do, which was falling asleep there and then, regardless of what Khun had said to you earlier. It was aggravating waiting up this late for him.

"I see you didn't wait for me like I told you to," Khun's voice says before landing a smack on your ass, waking you up.

"Ow, the fuck?" You complain, sitting up slowly.

A devilish smirk crossed his face. "Didn't you have enough patience to wait up for me?" He asks, his hand placed on your thigh.

"I got tired,"

"I never said you could sleep,"

His face and body moved closers, the bed dipping down as his weight pressed onto it. This was the reaction you were wanting from him when you thought about him earlier when your arousal was a nuisance, but now, him being there in front of you like this, lit that fire inside you again.

You bit your lip, eyes on his glowing blue ones as he approached you, his hand still tightly gripping your leg.

His movement stopped when his face was only inches away from yours, a shaky breath escaped your mouth before his hand moved off your leg and up to your face.

"You looked so beautiful sleeping," he comments, his lips attacking yours quickly, "but I need you, I'm afraid you can't go back to sleep yet,"

His low voice made you shiver in anticipation, your patience was wearing thin.

"You looked so damn handsome as you left," you say quietly, "I couldn't take my eyes off you,"

Khun chuckles, "I noticed," he teases, pinning your hands down to the bed.

"Are you going to obey me this time, or do I have to tie you up?"

"I'll behave,"

He smiles down at you as he releases your hands.

"Don't do anything to my hair, okay?"

"O-okay,"

His lips smash onto yours again, hands finding their way to the bottom of your top, pulling the fabric off your stomach and over your head, exposing the skin of your chest to him.

He sits up as he undid his tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt with it.

It was like he was making sure you were watching him as he undressed in front of you. His slender fingers undo three buttons of his shirt, then pull that over his head.

It was difficult not to stare, this man had you in the palm of his hand, and you didn't even need to do anything.

He then shifts off the bed again, undoing the belt to his trousers before taking them off with his shoes. It was as if this was some sort of punishment for not waiting up for him, which didn't seem fair at all.

"Please don't make me wait too long, Aguero," you say softly.

You watched as his fingers grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down quickly, his painfully erect length springing free of the fabric.

Your eyes closed as he got onto the bed again, yanking down your panties roughly before moving his arms under your legs, positioning himself above you.

"You ready, beautiful?" His low voice asks.

"Always," you reply.

With that, he bit his lower lip as he lines up with your entrance, pushing in roughly. Your head flew against the bed, mouth nearly screaming out his name as he moved harshly inside you.

Looking at him like this, it was easy to mistake him for someone else, and it did excite you more, but you had to remind yourself that this was your boyfriend thrusting wildly inside you, not some random blonde-haired stranger.

Your arms tried to wrap around his neck but were stopped by his hands, which moved just a little bit quicker.

A playful chuckle escaped his mouth, "I don't think so,"

"Mmm, fuck, why?" You moan.

"You always seem more eager when I have to disguise myself, it's almost as if you prefer me blonde,"

Well, it wasn't like he was wrong, you just didn't want to admit to it.

"Sh-shut up,"

He releases another chuckle as he notices the red tint on your face like he lived for the reactions you gave him, no matter how little. But your face right now was quite the picture to him, your messy bed hair splayed out beside your head as he pounds into you, causing your body to shift up the bed a little.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed," he teases.

"Stop it," you groan.

"Or else what, you can't do anything at the moment, can you?"

"Please, Aguero, just stop teasing me, I need you,"

It was cute to see you beg him to do something, especially when your face was as red as it was. Every beg gave him a boost of pride, which was something he already had a great deal of.

You so desperately wanted to wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you, but he was being too damn difficult.

"I want to hold you," you say in between moans.

"Not tonight, beautiful," his low voice says softly, "I'll give you what you want for now,"

His pace and speed increased. Your eyes closed as you felt the nearly overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, making your mind and body nearly melt beneath him.

But it wasn't just your arms you wanted to wrap around him, if your legs weren't being held up by his arms, then you would waste no time in wrapping them around his waist.

"Oh my god," you moan loudly, a knot in your stomach forming quickly.

The tighter your walls squeezed down on him, the more vocal he was with his noises. He closes his eyes and lets out a loud groan as you release onto him, his hips snapping onto you with a lot more force than before.

He was so concentrated on reaching his end, his eyes open a few seconds before he too released, his sapphire eyes staring down as your own (E/C) eyes.

Your panting bodies were still for a while as you caught your breath, watching each other as you both calmed down from the high of your climaxes.

"Would you still look at me that way if my hair was its natural colour?" He asks as he releases your hand.

You were confused. It wouldn't matter to you what colour or style his hair was, he would always be the man you loved and adored.

"I'm being serious," he says, a little louder.

He moved his arms away from your legs, letting them rest beside his body as his length leaves you and his head hovers over yours.

"It wouldn't matter what colour or style your hair is," you softly say, your hand reaching up to cup his face, "I will forever look at you like that,"

A soft smile lines his face as his hand reaches the one that you placed on his face, moving it towards his mouth and kissing it.

His face then moves closer to yours, "that was the answer I was expecting," he sarcastically comments.

It was as if he wanted you to say the opposite of what you told him, that you like him with blonde hair. His attitude sometimes was enough to piss most people off, and it was the one thing you knew you had to question yourself about daily. How could you be with a guy like this? It was easy really, you were a priority to him, even if it wasn't obvious, you were always the first person he'd think of.

"Now that I've done what I needed to do, you can go back to sleep now," Khun says, planting a couple of kisses on your face before laying his head on your collarbone.

"You're such a pain," you complain quietly.

Khun chuckles slightly, "I love you,"

"I love you, too,"

It was easy to get annoyed by him, but, at the same time, it was easy for his attitude and personality to be the most likeable and loveable thing about him.

Your eyes close as you thought of sleep again, your arms now finally able to wrap around Khun, making you more comfortable and happy.

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