now including: Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan! Original post with Lucifer here!
Mdni | oral sex, porn games, demon cock, AFAB implied in mammons and Satans parts, mention of gambling, making out, no pronouns used for reader, no y/n
Mammon
You didn’t plan this but, this is undoubtedly the best outcome.
It was the average Friday night, dress up, hit the casino, win big and go home happy or lose it all and you pay for takeout for the both of you.
But after the tension you’ve had since getting official with Mammon, the night took a new turn.
A turn to the backseat of his car.
“Fuck- you-” You don’t let him talk, hand planted firmly in his hair as you drag mammon back down every time he tries to speak.
Sharp teeth nip your lips, hands with long dagger-like nails grip your hips, your waist, your thighs, anything the greedy bastard can get his hands on.
“Wait,” you let mammon up this time, on hand moving from his scalp to the nape of his neck as you gently press your nails into the skin, “Fuck.”
He openly pants, shimmering blue eyes glossed over and hooded as he takes you in.
In all honesty, you imagine you don’t look very good. Your hair is sprawled out on the leather seats, lips swollen from kissing, clothes pushed around, and you're out of breath.
Yet, Mammon doesn’t seem to mind, not as he moves to your neck, licking from your collar bones to your jaw, nipping at skin along the way before kissing it better.
Reverently, his hands move across your body, one laying so lovingly against your waist, feeling the fabric bunch under his touch. The other, originally laying on the side of your thigh moves to his belt.
“Can- can I-” You don’t let the demon get his words out before one of your hands join his, helping him pull off layers.
Then you see it. His cock.
“What the fuck-” You can’t help but gasp.
“What?” without even looking up at Mammon, you can tell he's panicking, "What's wrong with it? Why are you looking at it like that? Stop-”
“Mon, thats fucking insane.” You gape at the fucking thing.
Longer than a human, what eight inches? Hardly slim, with white designs naturally swirling around the shaft to just under the head with… two slits?
“What does that mean?” He frowns- no pouts. Sitting back on his heels above you, cock out as you both ponder.
“That’s not gonna fit in me, hun.” You furrow your brows, eyes darting up to meet his eyes before shooting back down to the monster between his legs, hand cautiously inching towards the irregular head.
“Of course it's going to fit in you,” Mammon huffs, “Why wouldn’t it fit in ya? Can’t be that different from humans.”
“It's very different from humans!” You carefully run a finger between the two slits watching as mammon lurches forward at the stimulation, “For starters, humans only got one of these and they usually aren’t so… prominent…”
“S-soo?” His head ducks, hair falling over his eyes as you continue to slowly touch his cock, “I’m sure it will fit, c’mon can we try.”
“I mean, I guess we can, if it doesn’t fit you can eat me out and I can figure out how to suck your cock..”
You didn’t learn if it would fit until three days later because Mammon got so excited at the idea of eating you out he forgot about his own cock for fourty-five minutes.
Leviathan
After the initial trials of your relationship with Levi, things got open really quick.
Like really open.
Like sitting on top of each other on the floor of his rooms playing porn games open.
Perhaps it's because you’re both gamers, perhaps you are both deranged perverts, either way you’ve found each other and that's what matters.
“I mean, the game was okay.” You use your controller to shuffle through old games you had in the human world that Levi has lovingly loaded onto his counsel for you two to play.
“It has like, demons and ghosts and other paranormal characters in it, and the story was surprisingly fun, but the genital designs were so unrealistic, and seeing a human character take insane cocks that would be near impossible for even a porn star to take was kinda a turn off for me.” you click on the digital game card, the pixel art loading up.
Levi simply nods and hums along as you explain your past experiences with the game, making a new save file, going through dialogue until you finally reach the first spicy part of your quest.
Playing as a lanky, kinda cute guy, you make a deal with a demon, skipping to the scene of your character getting his shit rocked by a nine inch, thick spiked cock.
“It’s not that bad…” You can barely hear Levi mumble as the dramatic plaps and moans play from the speakers.
“I mean it's hot, I just can’t imagine taking that much cock.” You laugh, turning a bit so you can see your boyfriend, legs overlapping his.
“R-really?” Leviathan turns to you as well, cheeks flushed.
“Yeah? Humans aren’t meant to take that much, without a lot of prep. Let alone something with spikes, knots, ridges, or things that can move and slither.”
“Oh.” He turns back to the tv, cut scene over.
Taking one last look at Levi, you pick up your controller and continue the story, collecting items, exploring the house you're in.
Yet it nags at you. That little oh. Oh what? Oh as in this is a surprise?
Fuck, do demons actually have strange genitals? You haven’t had time to dive into devildom porn yet, so maybe this is realistic?
Did you just tell your boyfriend his cock is impossible for you to take? Is he uncomfortable? Shit.
Pausing the game you sit up, taking your legs off his lap as you look at Leviathan.
“What did you mean by oh?” You furrow your brows.
His eyes go wide, sitting up with you, “I didn’t mean it as like- a bad thing, I just didn’t know that about humans I guess.”
“Is… is like, ridges and knots and all that… Do demons have those…?” You say slowly, watching his reactions.
There is a large, awkward silence that tells you all you need to know as your boyfriend avoids eye contact.
“Can.. uh.. Can I see it?” You feel stupid as soon as the words leave your mouth, who the fuck asks to see someones cock?
Like yeah, he’s your boyfriend but thats a fucking insane thing to ask.
“Yes!” Levi practically jumps out of his skin, “I mean- yeah, yes, sure.”
“Okay- great- awesome” You take a deep breath, okay that wasn’t too weird to say, he's also a freak. You have to remember that.
Another long pause.
“I’ll just-” Levi’s hands move to his sweats, shaky as he hesitantly pulls down his pants.
There's something in you that stirs at the fact he's had no boxers on this whole time but you try to ignore it.
And ignoring it becomes easy when you see his cocks. In fact, any thoughts get thrown out the window at mach speed.
Long and slender but thick at the base. Naturally glossy with a tapered end. Although the room is too light to properly experience it, it’s obvious in the dim light the undersides have bioluminescent markings.
“Wow.”
“Wow?” Levi repeats, visibly stressed as you stare at his cocks, “What- what does that mean? I know its not the nicest but I thought maybe-”
“They’re beautiful.” You cut him off, watching as the appendage moves with a mind of its own, delighted by your comment.
“Can- can I touch them?” You look up at him.
Levi only nods, rendered silenced by your admiration.
Gently, you wrap your hand around the upper cock, tracing the patterns on the underside of the tentacle like appendage.
Thick, translucent liquid slowly spills from his tip.
With little hesitation you lean down and kiss it, licking the pre off your lips.
Maybe you’ll finish the game later.
Satan
“Its a mystery,” he said, “It had good reviews online, I thought it could be our next read.”
It was an extremely kind thought at the time, you and satan have been reading together long before you started dating a few months ago.
The peaceful nights. A warm beverage, comfy clothes, the never setting moon shining into his bedroom as you lay so close on his bed.
But now your just fucking horny.
Mystery? Sure, there's some suspense, some clues in a larger, looming case.
Nasty, vile porn? Absolutely.
From soft, secret kisses to hands in pants, tongues intertwined and nails in skin. Within four paragraphs the main character and the love interest manage to sneak off and get down.
It’s no poetry, that's for sure.
So syrupy words, no shared breaths. Just fuckin.
“How about…” Satan trails off, room thick with awkward tension, “How about we stop for the night, yes?”
You hardly nod in agreement before he's putting the book down and sitting up from the pillows you both have made your home.
“Nice mystery.” You chuckle, not awkward at all, good job.
There's a beat of silence before Satan looks at you, grimacing, “Yes, I’m sure the love birds would agree.”
You can’t help but smile. He’d been so excited to read a good, true mystery. But so much of the plot has been about romance and sex, it’s practically porn without plot.
“What? You don’t like the secret sex in the garden of the employer's manor? That doesn’t get your gears turning?” You tease, sitting up to slowly make your way into his lap.
“Don’t tell me that got you horny.” Satan laughs, like you are so unbelievable, insatiable even. Yet his hands move to your hips as you rest atop him, looking up to you like you sewed the constellations just for him.
“I’d hardly say Stacy and Trevor got me going,” You lean down, breathing the same air as him, eyes tracing over his features, “but being around you always makes me feel a certain type of way.”
“You are a sweet talker.” Effortlessly, Satan holds your weight as he slowly moves you to lay down against the bed, “Do you think you taste just as sweet?”
You gnaw at your lip as your head hits the pillows. You can’t help but watch as your lover inches closer down your body, hands worshiping your skin.
“Why don’t you take a bite and find out?” You smirk, big and toothy.
Satan quickly finds a better use for his mouth, gently moving clothes to kiss his way down to your waist band, eyes flickering up to you as he slowly moves your pajama pants down.
Now, normally you'd go along with this, but there's been something so small eating at the back of your brain.
This pattern of him making you orgasm with his hands and mouth till you're tired and panting, and then… nothing.
You don’t get to blow him, have sex, hell you’ve never even seen him out of those damn boxers.
So for once, you stop him.
“Wait,” Your voice is soft in the quiet room, and it makes your boyfriend perk up immediately, “Can I… is it okay if I go down on you tonight?”
There's a heavy pause.
You watch as Satan's brows furrow, how he moves his fingers from under your waistband, resetting his head against your stomach as he studies your face.
“Did you not like last time? I can-”
“No- no, you are great, really.” You can’t help but smile at how he's practically pouting.
“I just, I don’t know.” You sigh, sitting up on your elbows, “You’re great, and I love when we spend the night together but I never get to make you feel good. This is a two way street you know.”
Satan moves up with you, choosing to sit on his knees between your legs rather than his stomach.
“I know that, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated.” He speaks with chosen words, slowly and carefully like he isn’t sure how to verbally express his thoughts.
“Obligated?” you raise a brow, “If I didn’t want to blow you, I’d tell you that. But I promise I genuinely want to make you cum in any way you’ll let me.”
“That’s-” Satan chuckles, “That is very crass.”
You shrug, “But honest.”
“Yes, I suppose.” He sighs, “I understand how you feel, but I imagine demonic genitalia would be daunting to a human. It's not… it’s nothing like humans.”
“Oh?” You sit up fully, placing a hand on his chest, signalling for him to lay back, “Then let me unravel this mystery, yeah?”
“That’s cheesy.” yet he lays down anyways.
“Is it okay if I remove your pants?” You dip just your fingertips under his waist band.
“You know I’d never object to you stripping me.”
“I know.” You hum, smiling.
Slowly, tantalizingly, you pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them.
And whatever smart remark or poor joke you had on the tip of your tongue dies the instant his cock comes out.
Half hard, you think.
You aren’t sure what you expected, or if you had any real preconceptions at all. But small spike-like bumps staring from the base going up the borrow side of his cock was not what you had in mind.
The black designs swirling around his base and mark of the way up his shaft was also unexpected, if not extremely beautiful.
“It’s okay-” Satan reaches a hand down to pull his boxers back up. You slap that hand away so damn quick.
You almost think his cock twitches.
“Do all demons… do most demons stray so far from human aesthetics as well?” you rub a hand over his thigh, eyes still tracing the cock slowly growing harder and harder in front of you.
“I suppose, there's a wide variety of differences between demons, but most look different than humans.” His voice is already breathy, watching you as you watch him.
“May I?” You hover a hand over his now hardened cock, looking up to make eye contact.
“Yeah, yeah of course.” Satan lets out a shaky breath.
With a careful hand, you slowly pump up and down, what you can only assume is precum quickly forming at the tip.
You exhibit no hesitation in leaning down and licking the underside of his shaft, and hearing the noise Satan makes only drives you desire further to make him cum.
Next mystery: How similar is demon cum to human cum?
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summ. For renowned researchers such as yourself, an opportunity to study wild primates up close in the jungle is a desirable one. After an encounter with a seemingly wild man, however, you end up in an unprecedented relationship instead.
tags. tarzan AU, based off his myth rumors, and to feed those who want tarzan!caleb if thats not acc the theme, mainly an excuse to write feral caleb, researcher!reader, i cant tell if this is weird or peak, historical but more modern than tarzan, au where oral hygeine is unnecessary, humor, romcom, tara mention, xavier mention platonic, simone mention, might be crack, feral caleb, pu$sy drunk caleb, headlock, backshots, oral (fem rec), t!t sucking, p in v, jungle setting, smut 18+, not proofread srry
a/n. okayyy so i saw a tiktok of someone saying they want tarzan!caleb for his 3rd myth so i wrote ts, because im STARVED for his trailer already omggg. also i wasnt joking when i said i wanted to give caleb the gojo treatment. na'vi caleb next?
(also if you haven't seen that scene from the legend of tarzan (2016) where jane meets tarzan GO watch that rn its so hot tbh)
w/c. ~5.1k
There are many rules when it comes to conducting naturalistic observation as a researcher.
Rule #1, know exactly what you’re looking for and how to define them. It won’t do any good to observe variable that are useless to the overall objective.
Rule #2, never become too entwined with the subjects. Behavior should be observed when it is the most natural, not when it’s affected by your presence.
Rule #3, record everything of importance in a journal.
These are rules top researchers such as yourself are privy to follow. Especially when examining primates as intelligent, yet dangerous, as gorillas.
Which is why you’re trapezing off path into the wild jungle, throwing all caution to the wind, in search for your beloved journal.
Rubber boots sink into damp soil with a squelch, the heavy mud weighing down each of your steps. You steady yourself on a tree as you shake one foot free, dirt flinging everywhere, but you pause when you hear a twig snap.
There, on a nearby tree, were at least two of the pesky thieves.
“Hey,” you snap, as if chimpanzees understand English. They chitter, some of them scurrying, and you catch a glimpse of the brown leather of your bookbag. The sight only renews your determination.
Unsteadily, you storm over to the tree, chin tipped up to glare at the animals. You may be a scholar, but enough time spent in nature during field studies granted you significant experience in handling the outdoors.
With both arms wrapped around a low-hanging branch, you begin to heave yourself up, attempting to get high enough for your legs to swing over the branch. You manage it, just barely, grip slipping with each second—but you try not to look down at the forest floor that is now considerably far from you.
Arm outstretched, you swipe desperately for the bookbag that’s dangling just out of your reach. The muscles of your arm tremble under the strain of keeping you over the branch and grabbing for it. You grunt, teeth gritted, as the chimp only tilts its head in wonder, before one of its troop members flings a fruit at your head with a clunk.
You lose your grip immediately, stomach dropping as gravity takes its course. This is the end, you think during the 1.5 seconds you’re in the air. Death by chimpanzee. Forget about attending that conference.
But instead of hitting the cold muddy ground below you, you’re caught by two strong arms around you and cradled against a warm, human body. You hesitantly open your eyes, expecting to see perhaps someone from your crew, but instead you see an unfamiliar man.
A handsome face peers down at you, violet eyes curious. They’re framed by wild, yet silky brown hair—you’re guessing his hair is well past his neck, though the leopard fur headdress that sits over his shoulders like a cloak, furry maw gaping around his head, hinders your view. Other than that, he seems bare, which is bizarre for a human out in these jungles.
His bare chest is heaving against you, you register, and you squeal, scrambling against him. How improper. Not too kind of a reaction for the man that saved you, but he doesn’t seem offended—instead, he places you down gently against a pile of leaves, before scaling up the tree effortlessly,
You gape after his departing body, which climbs skillfully from branch to branch, as if he’s an ape himself. The chimps shriek, dispersing in a scurry that has the treetops swaying, and the chase quiets as the group flees further away from you. You remain where you are, still trying to catch your breath, only the sounds of singing birds accompanying you.
Finally, you hear a crack of a branch behind you, and you swivel around. The underdressed man is prowling to you hesitantly, leather bookbag in hand.
With a sigh, you rise, taking the bag eagerly. “Thank you,” you manage, unable to stop your eyes from dropping down towards his bare, toned legs, to his—oh. Your eyes widen as you quickly glance up and away.
“Are you from the nearby village?” Curiosity always gets the better of you, as it does for any researcher. But the man just stares blankly.
You tilt your head. He doesn’t look native, with his lighter hair and eyes, but with the way he seemed so in tuned to the environment, he might as well be. You ask the question again in the language native to the area, grammar broken yet understandable, but the man still only gazes at you with an unnerving intensity.
“Oookay,” you clear your throat, fighting to avert your eyes from his state of undress. “Forgive me, Mr..?, I just can’t seem to understand how else you ended up here. Are you…lost?”
His eyes darken at that, and you remember that though this is a human you are dealing with, he still seemed like a more animalistic being, with his furs and impressive agility. You suppress a shiver. Perhaps you should be more careful.
“I need to return to my camp,” you explain fruitlessly. You beckon him with a hand gesture— a signal you know is used by humans and primates alike— but he only backs away, before disappearing entirely in some thick foliage.
“Wait-!” You pause, listening for any sign of where he could have gone, but you can only hear the buzzing of cicadas.
That was the first time you meet him.
The trek back to camp is hurried; the encounter with the strange wild man has unsettled you far more than you had previously thought, and the croaking of frogs signaled an incoming thunderstorm. Your team expresses concern and fretfulness over your prolonged absence from camp, but you quickly gather them in a tent to explain your findings in an overzealous recounting.
“A wild man.” Simone repeats flatly. “Who can swing from vines like an ape and is naked except for a fur over his shoulders.”
“Yes!” You nod, pausing in your wild hand gestures. “And he didn’t speak any human language. He rescued my journal for me and left!”
Tara fronts, leaning in closer to peer at the bump on your temple. “Are you sure that fruit didn’t hit your head too hard? Or maybe you did fall and got knocked out?”
You sigh. “I did not hallucinate it. There’s a wild man out there, and I know because I met him!”
“She might be right,” Xavier chimes in, settling beside you with a folder. You take it eagerly, skimming through what seems like newspaper clippings from decades ago.
“When doing research on the area before coming here, I came across these.” He explained. If anyone was thoroughly prepared, it was Xavier. “Maybe he came from this previous expedition.”
You skim the newspaper headings. Breaking: Aristocrats’ bodies recovered near West Coast, child still missing. It was hard to analyze the little boy in the grainy, aged papers, but he didn’t look too different from the wild man.
“Maybe,” you breathe, fingers grazing the page in thought.
“Whatever it is,” Tara cuts in, looking at you with concern; she knows how absorbed you can get in new discoveries. “Try to stay away from him if you encounter him alone. The thought of a feral man in those woods gives me the creeps.
Later, when everyone has gone to bed, you log the encounter in your journal, pen scratching the worn pages as you scribble out words to rephrase them, agonizing over the details. It is then that you notice one of your pages is missing, torn out surreptitiously.
As the downpour streams steadily against the tarp of the tent, you can’t help but think of the wild man, how exactly he’s staying out there in these conditions. And, more significantly, how he ended up here in the first place.
Of course, days later, you set on hiking near the site of your first meeting with the wild man under the guise of searching for potential gorilla families nearby. Tara should have known, danger or not, your curiosity won’t let you heed her warnings.
You’re just near the stream, right by where your journal was stolen last time (you have it securely in your pocket now), when you hear it— a cracking of a twig from what can only be a deliberate footstep. You swivel, excitement making your heart race.
“Hello? I know you’re out there.” At first, there’s nothing, and you feel foolish for calling out to what might’ve been the wind. But then, the dense foliage in front of you parts, and there straightens the wild man, suddenly extremely close.
He doesn’t don his fur this time; he really is completely bare, so you have the decency to flush, especially when he begins prowling closer. He looms close until your face is level to his chest. At that, you can’t help but stumble, but his hand follows to drag a rough palm uncouthly down the tender side of your face.
“Oh- I have a group of people looking for me, I can ensure they’re on their way now, so don’t try anything.” You’re unsure to why you’re blabbering threats to a man who doesn’t understand English, but you can’t help be a little flustered and on edge as he practically feels you up, big hands trailing down your thinner arms.
You inhale sharply, taking in his earthy scent as you do so, as he steps closer, nose burying in your hair to sniff at you like he’s some kind of animal. He is, you remind yourself. This must be his first time meeting another human. Which is why you tolerate when he noses down the edge of your jaw, down your throat in a way that makes you shiver.
But what you don’t expect is when he crouches down further, fingers curiously tugging at your dress so he can bury his face underneath your skirt.
“Oh!” You shriek, smacking at his head lightly in pure shock. The man is quick to pull back, startling away.
Your chest heaves in embarrassment, cheeks burning. “I’m sorry,” you clear your throat. “But you can’t just do that to a lady. We humans have rules, y’know.”
He backs up further, seemingly ready to flee. You watch with mounting despair.
“Wait,” you try to lower your voice to a more soothing, indulgent tone. It’s a pitch that you usually use to calm apes, but it seems to be working with him. He stops retreating, pausing in anticipation.
You open your book to the torn page, gesturing along with your words to convey meanings. “Did you take this?”
He turns, but slower, deliberately looking back at you to make sure you’re watching, before heading eastward.
You follow gingerly, ignoring the common sense in your head that this may not be a good idea. But you’re led to a seemingly harmless cave that looks well equipped for a shelter.
Instead of going in, you linger near the entry; it was unclear whether his temperament may spike if you entered his territory. You watch him come back out, holding the paper in a large fist, unnervingly close again.
“There it is,” you exhale in relief, reaching for it. But he snatches his hand back.
Your forehead wrinkles with confusion, then annoyance. “I don’t take lightly to my work being stolen, thank you very much. So hand it back, then.”
He blinks a few times in a way you’re surprised to find adorable, widening eyes peering down at the paper. Now, he looks almost innocent with wonder, eyebrows knit in concentration.
You pause for a moment, realization slowly dawning on you, and you suddenly feel bad. He can’t read. If he was the missing child like Xavier suggests, then his childhood was likely stolen from him due to an accident, forcing him to live in the woods with limited knowledge of civilization.
“I can teach you,” you blurt.
Now, you were thinking less of a scholar working with a case study, and more as a human aiding a fellow human. And perhaps, if he learned to speak, then he could reveal how exactly he survived like this, his life’s story.
He doesn’t understand your words, of course. But you grab his hand and lead him to sit with you on a nearby log.
Unfurling his first to reveal the paper, you begin. “See, this here is the date. The 7th. A few weeks ago. You chose a earlier entry to tear out.”
He watches you trace the dried ink with your fingers blankly. You sigh, starting simpler.
“Here, I wrote ‘the.’ T-H-E.”
You don’t know how long passes as you use the words in your journal entries to familiarize him with English. You’ve gone through many pages together, perhaps for hours. Just as you’re about to leave, you pause, opening up to the entry from the night you met him to refresh yourself on the notes you had about the newspaper clippings.
“Caleb,” you say aloud. The wild man looks up, a flash of what may be recognition in his deep eyes. “The newspaper mentioned a young boy named Caleb. Are you Caleb?”
He stares at you for a lengthy moment, and though he doesn’t verbalize his confirmation, you can see it in the way he perks up at the name, the far-away look in his gaze.
A month has passed since you’ve began acquainting yourself with Caleb. You told Tara, Simone, and Xavier a few days after you found out that he was the missing boy in the newspapers, much to their chagrin.
“I’m off,” you announce, gathering a couple of more books in your bag. Tara and Simone exchange a look.
“To teach Caleb more English?”
You nod in response, eager about heading eastward. Caleb was a fast learner, making the meetings with him all the more rewarding. He was also fascinating to be around: he had the astounding ability to understand more than you thought possible, through gestures and tones and facial expressions. That fact could be a breakthrough in scientific understanding in your field, but you felt uneasy at the idea of studies being conducted on him, however benign. He’d already been through enough.
“You really are consistent with him, huh?” Tara hums. You’d convinced your team weeks ago that he was harmless, and they allowed your daily meetings with caution, though they agreed it was best if you were the only one to interact with him for the time being as to not agitate him with too much human contact. He had been a bit moody as of late, when you think about it, those darkened eyes boring holes into you when he thought you weren’t looking. You wonder what that was about.
“Of course. We’re making great progress. Soon, he’ll be more accustomed to human culture, and his joining into civilization will be smoother.”
“Are you sure that’s all you two do back there?”
You flush. Caleb was handsome, that much was hard to deny. What made things worse was his constant nudity, though that couldn’t be helped much. But you weren’t the type to try anything with a wild man. Rule #2, never become entwined with your subjects.
But was Caleb really a subject to you anymore?
“Don’t suggest anything strange,” you huff, turning and heading eastward, Behind your back, you miss Tara and Simon exchanging another knowing glance.
You meet him by the stream again, taking a bandana out of your pocket to spread it out on the ground like a makeshift blanket, before settling down on the leafy floor. Caleb looks up from where he picks at the ground, offering a timid but intelligible “hello.”
You grin, pulling out your books. “Hey. I brought more reading books.”
His eyes rove the covers. Highly intelligent, Caleb was always hungry for knowledge. You wonder where he’d be right now if he remained in civilization. “More books. What kinds?”
“Some science, some stories.” You had brought an ethnology textbook, the vocabulary too advanced, but there were perhaps some diagrams he could understand to learn more about human social cues. You also brought a dictionary and a romance book— the only book you had that was for a lower reading level.
He begins reading, but not before he tugs you close to his side, nuzzling into your neck.
You blink. “Oh, right.” His physical affections were something consistent, too, that you were beginning to become accustomed to. You chalked it up to him not having anyone else for comfort; thus, you felt sorry for him and restrained from setting any boundaries.
You open up your journal, lounging beside him as you worked. While meeting with him only took 2-3 hours of your time, you still had the rest of the day to conduct observations on the gorillas— the main purpose you were here. Though, you’d be lying if you said the gorillas were the most interesting part of your day. Quickly, your time spent with Caleb was becoming more cherished than your own research. How strange.
You startled out of your thoughts when a book is jutted into your line of sight. “This word?” He points.
You peer down, eyes narrowing where his finger points to the word*.* Immediately, your eyes widen again.
You snatch the book out of his hands in a flash, face heating as you quickly scan the rest of the page. You’d forgotten how lewd this romance book was, having read it a while ago.
“Maybe you shouldn’t read this.”
Caleb takes the book back immediately before you can protest. “I want.”
The idea of letting him read degenerate smut seems very poor to you. “Caleb, no.”
He only makes a face, like a dog about to bare its teeth. Giving in this quickly was undesirable, but you knew Caleb’s stubbornness, could see it on his face. You still, before exhaling in defeat. “Fine.”
“What does it mean?”
You pause, debating if you should tell him. Well, you did say you would teach him, after all. Besides, it’s just a body part.
“Female organ,” you say simply, gesturing around your lower half.
His eyes follow, but they don’t seem curious and thoughtful like usual. No, instead they’re hungry, dim, and fixated solely on your face, like he knows already.
“Ah,” he says, licking over his sharp canines.
You look away, cheeks burning. It’s hard to avoid the man when he’s still cuddling you like you’re his personal stress ball, but you try your hardest. After a while, though, it becomes nearly impossible to ignore the way the air has shifted, how he’s looking at you differently now.
“I have to go,” you announce suddenly, cringing at the way his arms tighten around you.
“Already?”
“Yes,” you slip out of his arms with great difficulty, heart leaping when the act gets a low growl out of him. When you stand and look down at him, the look in his eyes is enough to get your heart pounding.
Dark, needy, feral.
“Sorry,” you squeak, already leaving him behind with an apologetic bow. You rush away so quickly you don’t even realize what you left behind.
It’s been three days since you’ve seen Caleb.
On top of the work piling on top of you and your team, it had dawned on you that day that you and Caleb’s relationship was shifting into dangerous territory. The way he had looked at you— has been looking at you, was too real for you to comprehend.
His hooded, hungry gaze makes your heart flutter faster like birds trapped in a bony cage, prey waiting to be caught by his sharp, gleaming maw. It’s something you want to run away from and leap towards at the same time.
You feel awful, but there is nothing you can do about your sudden business. Besides, the three large books you had given him should be enough to entertain him for the time being.
Later that evening, when all work is complete, you decide to finally head eastwards once again.
It’s a risky decision; the sun would set in nearly an hour, and the trek took 15 minutes in itself, but, well, you’ve always been a bit reckless.
You’re about to call his name, standing outside his little cave, but soft noises make you freeze.
Tiny whimpers, uneven breaths. He must be injured, you think, and immediately enter the cave, boots crunching on the dried glass clippings on the floor.
“Caleb, what—” His large body is hunched over away from you, broad shoulders trembling and shuddering. You flush when you see your bandana clutched in his hand, pressed against his face desperately. The other large hand moves back and forth, in a pumping motion.
He freezes at the sound of your voice. You stop in your tracks as well, realizing you have deeply, deeply misinterpreted the situation.
Slowly, Caleb turns. It takes everything in you to focus on his face only. Dark hair frames his face, his gleaming, predatory eyes. You swallow.
He speaks before you can. “You are back.”
You nod once. “Yes.”
Your heart pounds. Caleb drops your bandana on the hay, stalking close to you.
Strong arms wrap around you quickly like a vice, tugging you desperately to his warm body. You gasp, palms hesitantly sliding to rest against his pecs to steady yourself as he nuzzles close to your jaw.
You jerk in his hold when his tongue drags a lewd lick across your cheek.
“Oh my God,” you gulp, heart pounding in a mix of fear and arousal. He looked about ready to eat you. “Caleb—”
Your words are cut off into a choked whimper when those sharp teeth bite down on your neck, lips suckling a brutish hickey on your skin. He pulls back with a lewd pop, tongue raving over his lips like he just tasted something decadent.
“Need you,” he pants, pressing his lips against the blooming bruise, before peppering them down to your sternum. “Need you, need you—”
You tug at his hair, and he whimpers, before you direct his face upwards so you can slot your lips over his.
The kiss is messy. He practically devours your lips unceremoniously, tongue flicking over yours, teeth catching your bottom lip to suck to the point of pain.
A string of saliva bridges your mouths when he pulls away, like a part of him never wanted to leave. His chest heaves in front of your face as you trail your palms downwards, sliding them across his toned abs. Teasingly, you slowly shift to grasp his shaft, making him shudder. But he fights the urge to thrust into your grip, instead baring himself to your sweet, slow torture for a moment.
Face muffled in the crook of your neck, Caleb whines when your thumb brushes his leaky tip, the other hand pumping tight around his velvet shaft. Even without seeing it— he was basically smothering you with how close he was, till your only view was his chest— you could tell he was large.
Finally, he lifts his face with a ragged pant, jaw tense, eyebrows lowered in agrigation. With a low hiss of your name, he tugs you impossibly closer. His erection presses into you obscenely as he slips a hand down the front of your pants.
“Need you now,” he repeats, tongue laving up your neck. You gasp as he tugs your panties impatiently; you show him how it’s done, unzipping and removing your trousers, before slipping off your panties— ignoring how he whines when you stop touching his cock.
He’s on his knees in a millisecond, large hands cupping your thighs to lift them so you’re forced to lean against the rocky wall behind you for support. Fingertips digging into the fat, pushing back spreading your plush thighs open like they held his favorite meal, before burying his face whole between them.
You jerk, crying out in pleasure as he eats you out like he’s starved. Spread like this, you’re dependent on his strong hands to hold you up and at the mercy of his ravenous mouth. Tongue pushing through your tight ring of muscle, curling just right so your pussy walls clamp around his buds. Lips latched onto your clit, suckling until you squeal and squirm. His slimy tongue rears around again to lap languidly up your whole pussy, rough buds creating delicious friction against the bundle of nerves.
“C-Cay,” you hiccup, hands tangled in his messy locks, attempting to tug him off and shove him closer all at once. He only grunts in response, solely focused on one thing only.
He’s basically salivating, a mix of your arousal and his own spittle dribbling down his chin and glossy lips. Caleb whimpers again against your cunt, burying his face further between your thighs until you can only jerk and moan. Your poor pussy is swelling with his attention, especially when he nuzzles his nose just right against your clit.
“Please please please,” you twitch and whine, attempting to grind against his face without losing your support against the wall. “I’m so close, please.”
His mouth latches onto your clit one last time, suckling like your cunt was a fruit, and you’re cumming, gushing down his chin and lips with a broken moan.
Slowly, Caleb lowers you to the ground, until you’re resting back on the comfortable strawy grass. Your eyes flutter open, and his face is looming close, bottom half covered in slick.
“Good?” He pants, licking his lips again as he waits expectantly for your reply. You nod, and he lights up at the praise.
“Yeah, good,” you rasp, taking the moment to shed your shirt. Caleb thumbs at your bra curiously, eyes darkening as he eyes your cleavage.
You tug off your bra slowly, flushing when he stares intently at the way your tits bounce when released. Immediately, he’s on you, crawling over to palm your breasts, before taking a nipple into his warm mouth.
Moans spill from your lips as he switches from one tit to the next, kissing and tonguing until your nipples are glistening and hardened. You bury a hand in his hair, gaze dropping to how his cock seems painfully hard, bobbing up against his taut abs and an angry red color.
“Need you, Cay,” it seems arousal had also rendered your speech to the simplest form. But Caleb understands, detaching his hungry mouth from your tits, before mounting you fully from behind.
A large, bulging bicep comes down to nestle your face against the crook of his forearm, your cheeks pressed against hard muscle. His hips rut against the soft curve of your ass, dick slipping back and forth between your pussy folds with lewd squelches.
This was nothing you’ve taught him. Because the need for lust, for sex, was not anything to be learned. It was innate, biological, and animalistic.
And Caleb had always been animalistic.
Slowly, he begins trying to push in, his fat tip burning your poor cunt, splitting your walls open. You whimper, squirming against him, and he only nuzzles you soothingly in a gesture of comfort.
With a nudge of his hips, and because you’re so wet, his tip slips in with a lewd pop!
Your chest heaves with each heavy breath you inhale, struggling to take him, cheeks flushed as he peppers comforting kisses against it. Your slick walls quiver around his shroom-shaped head, and Caleb whimpers in response.
Slowly, he’s feeding in more, and more. As soon as he’s an inch in, your pussy is gripping him tight, wrenching a low sound from him.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he’s mumbling against your ear, long cock now entirely in your cunt. You hiccup and gasp at the way it’s already nudging just right against that spongy spot inside of you.
Slow rocks of his hips quickly speed up until he’s pounding into you with startling intensity, sending your body rocking against the floor. The obscene plap plap plap! of your bodies smacking against each other— accompanied by your pleasured squeals— bounce off the rocky walls of the cave.
Your pussy is leaking all over his cock, fluttering and sliding against every delicious vein and forming a frothy ring around his shaft. His bulbous tip kisses past your g-spot perfectly and rams straight into your cervix with an intensity you know will bruise, sparking white-hot tingles up your tummy.
More nips are delivered to your earlobe. “Mine, my mate,” he pants this time, desperately crushing you closer with his bodyweight. He’s feral, impossibly possessive with the way he cages you close.
“C-Caleb,” you manage, unable to decide if you should tell him to slow down or not. But the man seems gone anyways, with the way he bites down on your shoulder to muffle a whine-tinged snarl. Those teeth nip more marks down the side of your neck, possessive bruises blooming on your sweat-slicken skin.
The grass blades dig against your sensitive nipples with each thrust, the rough friction sending mixes of pleasure and pain down your spine. You barely register it, all focus on the way his strong body pins you to the floor as he ruts into you from behind, the way his sweaty pecs stick and slide against your arched back. Drool leaks from your kiss-bitten lips, getting all over his tensed bicep that’s got you in a headlock. You bite him as well, chomping on the ripe muscle in front of you to offset the intense pleasure. Caleb moans in approval.
The smacking of his hips against your ass picks up in tandem with your pussy’s flutters. You’re both close; Caleb whines openly now, letting out needy sounds against your neck when your cunt restricts hard.
“I’m, hah, gonna cum,” you babble, drooling nonsensically against his bicep.
“Cum- cum f’me, honey,” he grunts, and you wonder dazedly just how much he had learned in that romance book, before you cum hard with a squeal*.*
Your cunt squeezes and milks his tight shaft, squirting arousal down onto the grassy area below. Warmth floods you as Caleb cums with a broken whimper, chest shuddering against your shoulders. You stay there, limp and satisfied, eyes shut.
You hear the rustling of grass, and you groan weakly as your gently pulled to lay on your side, face nestled between his firm pecs.
A dotting of kisses on your cheeks awakens you slightly, enough to lift your chin and meet his concerned, puppy-eyed gaze.
“Okay?” He asks, brushing a rough finger across your drool-soaked lips. You smile sleepily, nuzzling against him.
“Great.”
As you lay there with him, breaths synced, you think about whether your team is panicked over your prolonged departure from camp. Oh well. All you know is, in wilderness and civilization, you want Caleb by your side.
“It’s not exactly a secret—” well, at least not anymore… [Qin Shi Huang x Reader]
Summary: You might not be in trouble but oh are you in for it. Your lie isn’t the only thing that’ll get messy…
Warnings: SMUT, of the filthiest kind my word😭, I’m sorry, also this is long, I ran my vibrator out of batteries with this one, cursing, fem!reader disguised as male, misgendering, anxiety mentions, intimidation, painful realities women face, some manhandling, you like it tho don’t worry, Qin Shi finds out ur actually a baddie and gains like + 100 rizz, petnames, “baby” “pretty girl” “sweetness”, bath s*x, unprotected too, oral (f.rec), he’s HIGHKEY a pǔssybully, dacryphilia, multiple ✪rgasms, size k|nk, size difference, kissing, looottts of kissing, nobody here has self control, whoops, he’s got the fattest of fat coc—, he’s so nasty about fucking you through your spine for some reason hmm how odd :/, choking, biting, creampies, dirty talk, they really go at it, fainting, everything is consensual, kinda rough but everyone is having a very good time I assure you :), squ!rting screaming creaming and more we’ve got it all at the hardware store 😂
A/N-> this is a continuation of the end of part 2 so go read that. English is not my first language and enjoy.
My cuties ^///^ -> @kainnnee + @thulhu ♡꙳°✿
‘Attractive’ wasn’t enough to describe him.
His eyes are black with hazy light pupils but somehow they seem to have a gleam about them, the centipede tattoo runs down his cheek stopping next to a deliciously pink mouth. Pinching your lips in, you gulp— keeping your eyes on anything else but his broad shoulders and handsome face framed by short eyebrows.
Fuck, he’s so built. Need that, really.
“And not a moment too soon I see”, he continues, trailing his gaze over your form. “Undress and get in. You look unwell but I believe this should help.” He raises an eyebrow as the fidgeting on your feet becomes incessant. It’s something you do a lot when it’s just the two of you he’s noticed. The corner of his mouth tilts up as he watches your toes take turns covering each other.
How curious.
Your hair is still tied behind you in the low bun you always wear, shoulders slightly hunched in your baggy clothes. Being fed steadily along with the others in the year you’ve been with him, he’d hoped you would gain some muscle or weight but you don’t seem to. Maybe it’s connected to the stress caused by your former peers? Either way as one of his favorites he’d like very much to help you feel better. Smiling in what he means to be comfort, Qin Shi gestures to your clothing.
You hesitate— moving to step back before a large hand wraps around your ankle, lightening fast as he holds you in place.
“I-i..”, you stammer, acutely aware of the heat from his wet hand bleeding through your skin.
“I can’t…” You finish lamely and he huffs mainly in confusion but also annoyance. He’s trying to help so why must you fight him at every turn of it?
“And why not?”
It’s straightforward— not something you can talk your way around and fuck if it doesn’t make you sweat. For once you wish his blindfold was on as his eyes bore into yours even as they actively avoid him.
You’ve been acting strange…why? He’s been suspicious at times but now he’s sure. There’s more you’ve been leaving out, the question is what?
Without so much more as a warning than the sound of suddenly disturbed water, Qin Shi hoists himself out of the bath to stand before you completely naked— water dripping generously from every thick, delicious muscled curve. Gasping, you try to step back but a thick arm shoots out, hand closing around your shirt in a tight fist, dragging your face close to his.
“What are you hiding, boy?”
He growls against your face, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Qin Shi watches your face drop— something like panic setting in as you gulp so hard you almost choke.
“N-nothing! My Lor-“,
“Bullshit.”
Your heart beats so fast and thudding that he can hear it. The words leave your mouth too quickly, furthering his suspicions. Dark eyes search your pretty face wildly for any hint of what it could be. He doesn’t believe you to be a threat but he doesn’t believe in taking unnecessary risks with just the two of you— mind racing from least to worse scenarios for your secrecy. And he so irritated for some reason though he’s not entirely sure it’s all on you. At this point he’s prepared for pretty much anything.
“It’s a bath— take your clothes off.” You shouldn’t be— especially with him being so rough but that’s precisely why you are.
Wet.
You can’t help it. Briefly you wonder how different things would be if you told the truth from the start. Would you be where you are right now? Would he treat you gentler? You find that you don’t want him to. A firm hand suited him too well.
Apparently, you take too long— a stark contrast to your usually instant initiative. Leaning down so his nose almost touches yours, the gesture is meant to be intimidating but all you can think is how good he smells and looks even better. It’s hard to focus with him so close and you slowly shake your head.
“Um…I- forgive me my lord”, you squeeze your eyes shut. Bracing for impact, “but no. I truly cannot.”
“Oh?” He scoffs, minutely indulging you, “But I wasn’t asking.”
“B-but”, you try feebly, “but why?” For a second he’s caught off guard by how cute you sound.
“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” your heart stops at that. “Whatever it is, I’d very much like to know. Besides, keeping secrets from your Lord just won’t do.”
“I’m…shy?” You can’t help but try one more time— one last ditch attempt to dodge the hangman.
He’s quiet for a beat, thoroughly looking you over with an expression you can’t read before stepping back…
and pushing you into the water.
Gracelessly you fall into the hot bath, flailing around until you resurface. You could swim but that wasn’t your main concern— your clothes are sticking to you. Your eyes blink the water away furiously as you wade to the edge like a wet cat. Hoisting yourself up, you jump only to feel your pants be yanked down as soon as you hop up, pulled clean off you.
Immediately you try to drop back into the water but muscled arms hook under your ass and push you back up. With a speed to rival his own, you slam your legs shut. You even go so far as to cross them at your calves, effectively blocking his view.
Is this the big secret? You weren’t a eunuch? Still, he’s too curious to just go off his own assumption. He needs to hear it from you,
“Open.” Voice deep and stilling as he commands you. Looking at him with wide pleading eyes, you open your mouth to stutter out what he knows is another excuse or distraction but he cuts you off before you can even start.
“Now.” A thrum of heat pulses through you. The dominance in his order has you trembling, natural instincts begging you to just submit. Impressively enough, you don’t.
He’s out of patience.
Yanking you to the edge like he’s making to drag you back underwater, you flounder to catch yourself, unhooking your legs in the process.
You only realize your mistake when you feel him suddenly freeze. Hurriedly, you look down with a wince and certainly enough…
His eyes are locked right on your pussy.
Qin Shi blinks once, then twice— wordlessly hooking his arms around your thighs before you can hide again. Heart in your throat, it still manages to race out of control, making your voice shake.
“Please— I- I can explain”, you speak clearly now, he notes. Not that hoarse whisper you always seem to have and now he understands its reason. While lovely, your voice was undeniably that which belonged to a woman. Huffing out a weary sigh, he flicks his eyes off your snatch when it twitches at the feel of his breath and shakes his head. He said he was prepared for anything? How wrong he was.
“It”, you swallow, “It’s not exactly a secret—”,
Cutting off your appeals, he asks the first thing that came to mind when he saw your naked sex.
“What’s your name? Your real one.” Since the cat was out of the bag, you suppose there’s no need to hide it; whispering it to him so softly that the steam almost carries it away.
He repeats it, looking into your eyes as you nod before he continues— this time as a request.
“Can I? See the rest?” He doesn’t have to elaborate, you know what he means. Wriggling atop the warm limestone, you lift your waterlogged top off you; revealing your bound chest before undoing that too. Letting your breasts bounce to their natural state and immediately, it all begins to click.
You weren’t all stick and bones, the oversized clothing was to hide your shape, he realizes trailing his eyes from your now loose hair with you propped up by your elbows down your body. And what a shape you had— all soft and pretty.
He’s not mad which is good because that means your life is no longer in danger. But he still needs to know—
“Why did you lie?”
You sigh, the sound heavy with weight of your truth. “It was just safer.” His eyes widen as yours slip shut. “I needed work without the high chances of being kidnapped and sold.” Ah. The life of young women wasn’t exactly a relaxing or safe one. You just needed work. Work meant money and money meant food and housing but you lucked out. Working at the palace under the guise of a man meant you didn’t have to worry about any of that.
Qin Shi now knew of that painful reality.
Shaking his head again, he lets his forehead drop against your tummy— your startled squeak making him chuckle. All this excitement after an already draining day has him feeling more over it than usual.
“Sorry for being so rough with you earlier…”, his muffled apology vibrates your skin as warmth creeps up your body, pooling in your face.
“S’okay…”, your shy little reassurance has him giddy as he lifts his head, wading backwards further into the bath, offering his hand to you.
Trying to shrug off your embarrassment at being completely naked in front of The Emperor of all men, you take it, following him in. You knew your luck was shit but damn. Slipping into the water, you dip your body deeper, leaning your head back with a pleased sigh.
Amiable silence fills the space as you slowly relax, getting used to being who you are so openly while Qin Shi struggles to adjust. To the point where it’s hard to relax with the weight of his eyes on you as the puffs of your nipples peek through the water from you floating lazily on your back.
The hot water is absolute heaven on your aching body and the oils in it have you feeling oh so smooth as you let out another breathy sigh. You feel his movement by the rippling of the water as he wades closer to you. Breathing in some of the steam, you peek your eye open at him.
“Is there something troubling you, my lord?” He shakes his head, flowing around you as he grins.
“Not at all, I just wasn’t expecting to have such lovely company tonight is all.” Both eyes pop open at that, hot cheeks dimple softly as you stifle a flattered giggle, glee rushing through you and you stop floating to face him. He called you lovely.
“Lord Qin-“,
“Ying Zheng,” he corrects you. If you were going to be a man who was actually a woman then you could use his birth name. It sounds just as sweet as he thought it would coming from a beauty like yourself.
“—are you flirting with me?” You try to keep your tone neutral, unaffected but you sound too tickled, voice light and teasing as you swim around each other. He hums in contemplation,
“Should I not? Are you wife to anyone?” He keeps his voice even, breezy while he waits eagerly for your answer. Much to his delight, you shake your head no.
His grin spreads into something that makes your thighs clench, excitement making you jittery as you tease, splashing him lightly before you go back to floating on your back.
“Any more questions?”
Qin Shi laughs, low and pleased in his throat, nodding slowly. “Actually I do..”, you make a sound for him to continue.
“Does anyone else know-“, you cut him off with a dry snort. “Absolutely not.” He hums again, eyeing you all over and his intensity makes you shiver, nipples hardening.
“So all this time I should’ve been calling you pretty girl, no?” You’re positive that your flush has spread all the way down to your chest, not expecting him to be such a sweet talker.
“You could— but then you’d give me away.”
“Ahh. Then only when it’s just us two…”, his low voice trails off as you give a delayed hum not even surprised that you weren’t fired.
What an interesting night this was turning out to be.
Tapping your thigh from beneath the water, Qin Shi pulls you to stand before answering your confused look.
“I still need to check you over— see to your wellbeing and all that, remember?” Your heart skips a beat. Fuck, you forgot about that and the circumstances now compared to when he said it are completely different. Still, you can’t help the anticipation that wells up inside your chest.
Wading backwards, Qin Shi follows; helping you hoist yourself up on the warm stone, eyes following every drop of water running down your curves. Bringing your knees in and out the water, you go to stand up when he stops you with a hand around your calf.
“No need to strain yourself, I can check juuust fine from here.”
He’s eye level with your pussy and you both know that. You stifle a shiver, remembering how his breath felt against your exposed pussy.
Taking your silence as hesitation, he comforts you by massaging your legs— rubbing up and down your soft skin warmed by the heat of the water. “Is that okay, pretty girl?”
Fuck yes.
You nod vigorously, gasping at the bolt of electricity to your core as he firmly kneads up your calves to your thighs, asking here and there if anything hurt.
The pressure of his large hands feels so good that you feel yourself slip, moaning weakly as you point to your knee. “..hurts there.” The discolored bruising from all the times you caught yourself after being pushed by your childish peers. Poor girl. Cooing softly, he hooks his hands under your knees— making you lie flat on your back as he brings one to his mouth, kissing the skin tenderly before laving his tongue across.
You jolt, hand flying up to cover your mouth from what you don’t doubt to be a whorishly desperate moan as he does the same to your other knee before sucking hot kisses up your inner thighs. Defined jaw working hard while he slurps at the hypersensitive skin next to your drooling cunt.
Now, in his defense, Qin Shi really did plan on holding back it’s just… he’s always had a strong preference to you. It’s why he kept you so close. You were competent and funny and soothing— pretty too and he was more than content just keeping you around as he wasn’t sure a relationship would be suitable with a man since he was expected to produce heirs but now? He wants to keep you under him, full of him, dripping off him and whatever else.
Spreading your thighs even further, he takes his time kissing everywhere around your folds. You’re so sensitive the anticipation makes you restless, squirming as you switch between looking down at him and the sparkling ceiling. Looking up your soft stomach to the swells of your chest, Qin Shi wonders how the hell he could’ve missed it.
Your breathy sigh bursts into a sharp moan as he lets his tongue fall out, lapping a firm strip through your wet pussy lips. The muscle hot and greedy as it laps from your slippery hole up to your throbbing clit. Qin Shi groans deep in his chest at your taste, so gushy that each time he licks his palette is replaced by another wave of your honeyed slick as you cry for him.
Seriously, how the fuck could he have missed it?
Your keening voice makes his blood simmer, sharp and restless under his skin making him hungrier with each dulcet whine from your pretty mouth. The cute nub at the top of you pulses erratically and he spits on it, making you gasp at the depravity of it before he’s slurping it into his mouth— scorching tongue stroking hard beneath the hood and your skin just about vibrates off your skeleton. White bursts behind your eyes, raw pleasure making them roll back into your skull, hips bucking wildly while you scream.
Fuck.
His cock throbs in response to you, hooking his beefy arms around your thighs to still you. The sounds of him sucking you off are obscene at this point— wet and messy as he hums; popping off your overworked clit to fuck you with his tongue.
Your chest caves from how hard you gasp, hands shooting down to pull at the wet strands of his hair, struggling with everything in you not to break under the spine tingling pleasure.
He’s in his own little world as he drinks in your pussy like it really was the last thing he would taste, curling the thick muscle against your walls— mouth suctioned over the entirety of your cunt as his tongue puts you through hell with every delicious ‘schlick’.
“O-Oh god-!”
Mmm, he’s preening at that. You’re so sweet, calling out to him— your god. Hiccuping wails turn into bleating sobs as you undulate your hips into his face, big hands sliding underneath your ass to help you fuck yourself on his mouth.
The air is heavy not just from the steam but the suffocating heat of your shared desperation. Your sweetness making him a little insane as he curves his thrusting tongue towards your bellybutton, slick thumb coming up to roll your clit in mean, thorough circles…
You go slack, head and body dropping against the ground as you cum violently.
Qin Shi moans at the first spurt of cream from your cunt, doubling down to pull you through every debilitating wave of ecstasy; slurping filthily as your release floods his mouth— coating his lips and tastebuds.
When he finally decides to pulls his mouth off you, you’re boneless. Staring listlessly up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath through the cotton filling your ears.
You never came that hard in your life— not even from your own hand and maybe that’s a good thing because you’re positive you pulled something. Qin Shi kisses up your body, burying his face in your neck as he sucks his marks onto your skin; sharp canines tracing the area before he’s licking up your jawline. Ravenous and primal which is exactly how he kisses you.
His mouth is wicked as your tastes mix together. You’re warm, and so soft. The plush skin of your lips impossibly tender under his mouth and he growls, forcing himself to pull away before he really loses it.
The sound your lips make when they part is luscious and full, stirring heavily at that ignited something in his core but gods the way you look at him… rushing back to your mouth is all he can do— sucking your bottom lip between his and you make that needy little noise dragging his most primal instincts to the surface.
Groaning raw with the promise to ruin you, he coaxes your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, taste you deeper.
Even though he already did but he needs more.
He can’t get on top of you fast enough.
Deliriously he swears that he must be drunk, must be high— moving his head to the rhythm of your languidly deepening kisses like a man hypnotized. But stars above, he can’t stop, he just can’t. The air is so hot as your kisses grow thick and sticky and so goddamn needy. The rise and fall of your chests quickens as your lips become wetter and raw. Your fingers tighten in his hair, triggering a hail of shivers along his neck. There’s no time to choke his soft groan and so you take it for yourself with hot suck to the corner of his mouth.
Hissing, Qin Shi presses the contours of his beefy muscles flush against you, feeling your softness yield to his hardness as he chases your tongue with his own. A hungry hand squeezes at your ass, making you squeal in delight. He can taste you even better now, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
You absolutely overwhelm his system with your nails against his scalp, your other hand grabbing and caressing all over him as you thoroughly enjoy his body— your own writhing one pressed to his. The enthusiasm you return with each simmering kiss is fucking him up in the best ways, your noises melting like candy in his mouth.
So, when you slip your hand between your bodies, taking his girthy length in your hand as you position it at your entrance— he doesn’t hesitate to thrust right in, pulling away so he can watch your face melt in pleasure.
He’s big. Dizzyingly so.
You go a bit brainless at the full stretch of him stuffed snug up your dripping pussy, brows drawing together as your jaw drops, a weak punched out moan escaping your lips; staring dead in his face. He cooes at you, at the dazed little look in your blown pupils— sliding out then thrusting back in with a wet slop. Setting a back arching pace.
“Feelin’ good, baby?”
You nod slowly, cunt tightening around him at the sound of his voice. It’s like you’re blissed out all over— moaning prettily as he starts to speed up now that he knows his size isn’t causing you any pain. The way he rolls his hips as he fucks into you has you feeling feverish from the inside out.
He doesn’t even need to actually try to hit those spots in you that make your toes point because he’s just that big. Fucking you so good and so full as the fat head of his cock smacks against your g spot in hot, leaky kisses.
The room fills with the lewd sound of your coupling and distantly you’re grateful for the fact that nights are specifically reserved for his private baths because if anyone were to walk by the door— the evidence would be damning. Jostling your body with every harsh thrust as he fucks you right out of your mind. You cry his name and his eyes roll back at the want in it, moaning down at you.
“Yesss”, he hisses around the concentrating heat curling in his gut while he rearranges yours, “Know it feels reeaaal good…so wet f’me, pretty..” and you were— dripping all over his balls every time he buried himself in your syrupy cunt.
Unable to take any more of your tits bouncing in his face, Qin Shi cups the fat of your chest, squeezing them together and bringing his head down as he sucks both your nipples into his mouth. Back arching, you wail, raking your nails down his incredibly built back but the sting only pushes him more; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks in his sloppy mouth before he bites down on the puffy nubs.
“N-nghh! Fuucck!”
The sound of him inside of you changes— sounding a little less wet and a lot more creamy. It makes his spine tingle, teething off your nipples to look down.
White rings cling to his cock with every deep slam into your pussy and the sight knocks the air out of his chest as he’s abruptly flung closer to orgasm. He can’t cum though because he needs you to cum first. His pretty, clever girl.
Drooling, you’re totally useless to the way he folds you, hands sliding down his back to grab his ass while he’s railing you stupid with how the angle puts him even deeper.
Ruthlessly fucking you through the stretch with everything he’s got, he brings a hand down to strum your twitching clit until that burning chasm in your stomach sucks you in crushing you in the pressure and intensity of your brutal orgasm.
So overstimulated, you sob through it and that combined with the way your wet cunt sucks his cock— hurtles Qin Shi off to his end as he flounders to hold onto something to ground himself in the storm of euphoria. Blindly, his hand clamps around your windpipe in a tight grip.
Choking, your pussy gets even tighter from the sudden cut of airflow, sharp arousal prolonging your high as you get fucked through both your orgasms. Grappling at his thick arm, you squirm— trying to fight the pressure that’s right there but one last hump to your clit as he empties himself in you and you erupt.
Liquid bliss jets out against his lower abs with surprising force as you cum until you black out, jaw going slack as your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face.
“Thaaat’s it, sweetness… lemme have it..”
Groaning throatily, he watches the erotic display lodged deep in your overstuffed pussy, rolling against you until the stream eventually stops.
Kissing softly at your cheeks, he cradles your unconscious body gently as he slowly slips out of you.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to settle his heart from all the adrenaline pumping while he busies himself by guiding you back in the water, laying your back to his chest, your lower half floating in the water as he wades you both through the large space.
He hasn’t felt this good in a while. Relaxed and tingling, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, tightening his arm around you, mind full of all the precautions you two would now have to take. You didn’t want anyone else to know you’re a woman and he’s more than okay with respecting your wishes. Also, he knows he’ll have to at least try to treat you the same for appearance’s sake but he already sees the list of rules you two are bound to stay breaking.
Eventually, consciousness returns to you in a dawn of lights. Blinking blearily, you feel lips press into your cheek and you snuggle deeper against the firm body holding yours in the heated water with a pleased sigh.
Qin Shi smiles at your contentedness, leaning down to kiss you again because he can’t help himself.
“How do you feel? Sore at all?”
His worry is sweet. You don’t hurt anywhere right now but you’ll definitely feel it in the morning, more than anything though you’re tired. Being put through the floor will do that to a girl.
Smiling softly, you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let him shift you through the water. You’re almost too relaxed— suddenly remembering something and your eyes pop open, gasping as you grasp his biceps.
“I need to get back to my room! I’ll be late for roll call in the morn—“, your panic is cut off by the face lovingly nosing up your throat.
“Nonsense. You’re staying with me tonight”, he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You’d argue, really— it’s just you’re so tired and it’s such bliss finally being in the arms of someone that you’ve had your eye on that you find yourself shrugging.
Tilting your head back onto his broad shoulders, you give into his distracting kisses with a breathy hum.
“I guess I can, if you say it’s fine…”
“Mhmm”, he hums, audibly occupied by the luscious feel of you and you whine for his more focused attention.
“You— ah! You just can’t keep me up all night, okay?” Since you still had duties to attend to in the morning and all day after which he should know considering half of those duties involved him.
But it seems luck won’t stay on your side when he cups your chest, rolling your nipples with a hot lick up your ear.
How did you get here? You don't really know, one moment he was just asking innocent questions and examining you, and now your face was pressed into his pillow as he thrusts into you from behind, your fluffy bunny tail wagging, you were frustrated with this stupid scientist, but fuck did his cock feel good in you.
“Hm.. your wagging your tail, if I'm correct that means your trying to back talk me? How fascinating!” he chuckles as he grabs at your tail, making you react almost immediately, jumping up a bit and making his cock go deeper inside you, his tip brushing up against your cervix, “Your quite sensitive, aren't you my dear?” he smiles down at you as he goes back to writing in his notebook about you.
His hands travel to your ears, looking down at you as his thumbs play with the tips, “Are your ears sensitive as well?” he asks before pulling at them, making you let out a soft whimper, “Ah! They indeed are, my bunny!” he chuckles, before grabbing your hips with one hand and the other still on your ears, “But how would your body react to being stimulated in two different sensitive areas?” he asks, you quickly panic at the thought of him of all people knowing your sensitive spots “No, no, wait!—” your protests are cut short by his cock jackhammering into you, hitting your cervix multiple times.
The feeling of his cock stretching you out like this, his fast pace was disorienting your head, not to mention his constant pulling he was doing on your ears, “Your quite tight, dear bunny.” you hear him say as he keeps thrusting into you, you quickly feel yourself close to cumming, your walls fluttering around his cock as he feels your walls squeezing his cock even tighter, but it's not like it made him stop, instead it made him pull at your tail once again.
You can't, you can't, you can't anymore, but those words failed to leave your throat as you bite down on the pillow, tears streaming down your face as the scientist behind you gets even more fascinated by you and your responses to his rough treatment on your body, the scientist stops his movement for a few moments, stroking the back of your head gently to make sure your alright, he can't have his sweet bunny passing out on him, can he?
“ Oh, is my dear specimen alright?” the scientist muttered into your ear. Why did he stop right when you were about to cum? was he being mean or was he too oblivious to realize he just ruined your orgasm? Either way, it didn't stop you from whining about it, trying to thrust you hips back, pushing your ass against his cock as you tried to get the friction you needed. “Hm..” the scientist muttered as he wrote something down on his note book before continuing again.
The man behind you puts his arms in front of you, leaning forward as his forearms and elbows rest on the soft pillows, his hips start to thrust forward again, his cock more snugly inside of your pussy than before, now in this new found position, feeling your fluffy bunny tail below his abs now, your legs slightly quivering as you feel him start to go even deeper than before, if that was even possible, “ P- please..” your voice is soft and weak at this point, the only thing in your mind is cumming and being stuffed with his cum.
“ Hm? What do you want dear?” the scientist asked in a sweet tone, as if he hadn't been fucking you this hard, you whine trying to get him to go faster by pushing your hips back, he was going deeper yes, but he almost completely slowed down, “I'm sorry dear but I'm afraid you'll have to speak, I can do many things but reading minds is not one of them.” he muttered the words in your ear as he took the tip of your bunny ears in his mouth, biting it gently, that drove you mad as you whined again “ P- please.. please breed me!”
The words were enough for him to start going faster at once, the sound of skin hitting skin and the quiet sound of the bed rocking bouncing off the walls, your moans and whimpers growing louder as the man fixed up his position again, now gripping your hips roughly as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, “ Makes me wonder... could a hybrid get impregnated by a human?” it's more like he was asking the question to himself since your train of thoughts was getting fucked right out of you.
After several minutes of his hard treatment on your poor body you came all over his cock, hugging the white pillow and burying your face into it, soon after he came as well, inside of you, filling you up with warm cum as you felt the muscles on you stomach tighten slightly, Nikola pulled back slightly, his cock slipping out of your cum filled pussy as it dripped down your thighs slowly, your shoulders relax for a moment before you felt him push his cock back in again, “One is not nearly enough, how about more?” he whispered before his hips started moving again, this was going to be a long night..
A/N: You haven't seen Mammon all day, and when you do find him at last, it seems he might be a bit... under the weather.
Why do these keep getting longer and longer... I was trying to keep them under 1K each
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You hadn’t seen Mammon for the entire day, which while it shouldn’t be out of the ordinary to not see much of him, not even a hint of his white hair worried you. His brothers had waved away your concerns, stating the Avatar of Greed was just distracted by his latest scam. Except, even when Mammon is busy scheming he still makes sure to see you at some point. You can even hear his voice in your ear, “Your first man’s gotta look after ya.”
So now, after eating, you’re outside of his room, a plate in hand as you knock on his door. “Mammon, you missed dinner. I saved you a plate which wasn’t easy with Beel right behind me every step of the way.”
Silence through the door, but you know he’s in there. Having used the tracker app on your phone that Lucifer had made all of you install a few months ago to confirm it. Or at least his phone was there, and Mammon never goes anywhere without it.
“Come on Mammon, I know you’re in there.” Instead of knocking, you bang your fist against it. “If I have to, I will use the pact to make you open this damn door.”
Hearing movement through the wood you grin. “Go away.” Your grin leaves your face pretty quickly hearing that.
“Seriously?” You don’t bother hiding your annoyance at him. “Why do you have to be a jerk after I fought off Beel!” Almost ready to throw the plate to the ground. “I haven’t seen you all day, and that’s the shit you say?”
“Just leave alright! I don’t wanna see ya.” That stings. Just enough to make you mad enough to narrow your eyes at the door, while your heart squeezes inside your chest.
“Fine Mammon.” Taking a deep inhale but not moving a single step away from his door. Feeling your feet as if rooted to the floor as you try to focus on that ball of yarn inside of you, pulling on one of the threads just enough that it makes the tips of your fingers tingle and your toes curl from the magic, grasping the golden wire that is your pact with Mammon in your mind. “I command you to open this door.” If he won’t open it and wants to be a dick about it, you’re gonna make him and then shove the plate in his face. Damn ungrateful demon.
You’re expecting the door to slam open with Mammon standing there with his eyes narrowed at you before starting to sputter nonsense. Bracing yourself for the force of the door hitting the wall that you know will be enough to make you jolt upwards.
When it slowly swings open, like being pulled by a string you’re dumbfounded. Even more so by the lack of Mammon. That is too unexpected to ignore, given that him telling you to leave meant he had to be close to it when he answered you. “Mams?” Taking a step inside his room, placing the plate on the side table near his door that he usually tosses his keys on top of.
No answer.
But you can see a cord that looks like the same material he uses to keep the raven feathers attached to his belt tied around the doorknob. The other portion leading more into his room, with most of the lights turned out.
“Mams?” Another call of his name as you step more into the room, following the cord because it would make sense for the other end to be in his hand. Except with the only light coming from the door, you can’t exactly see well and you’re worried about hitting the pool table you know isn’t that far inside his room.
You’re starting to feel a prickle along your skin, the fine hairs along the back of your neck are standing up. Along with the ones on your arms as a chill sweeps through you. “Ok Mammon, whatever you’re doing, stop it. I get it.” Your mouth feels like cotton has been stuffed in your cheeks. “I shouldn’t have been so pushy.” Feeling your hip hit the edge of something, your hand reaching down and feeling leather under your palm. One of the couches.
With your heart racing you lift a hand to your chest, pressing hard against your ribs under your breast. Taking a deep inhale to try and get yourself to calm down, your nose twitching as you smell something you can’t place. It’s like a mix of old coins and, rainbow popcorn? Tilting your head in confusion as that strange smell seems to invade your nostrils.
Your hand no longer at your chest, instead rubbing at your temple now. “What the h-” Muttering the words as you open your eyes, only to notice two blue points of light right in front of you. “Mammon?” Squinting in the low light you can make out his figure. A glint of gold as he shifts and you realize he’s in his demon form, the light from the door glinting on the metal attached to his collar.
With him there you step forward, and Mammon takes a step back. An unsteady step at that, his arms trembling enough that it’s making the golden weight at the bottom strap of his jacket jingle against him. When you take another step forward, Mammon repeats his action and is close enough to his closet that the LED lights pop on.
His skin is covered in sweat, his hair is more mussed than usual, and there’s a very vivid flush across his cheeks. “I need ya ta leave.” Lifting his arm and placing his hand against the wall to support himself, looking at the ground briefly, you watch a single bead of sweat fall off the point of his nose to make a soft splash on the floor. That strange smell grows stronger, and belatedly you realize it's coming from him.
“Mammon, are you alright?” Ignoring his comment you close that final distance, reaching out to slide your fingers along his jaw. “Damnit Mams, your skin feels like it’s on fire.” You almost jerk your hand away like you’ve been burned, your concern for him the only thing that keeps you from doing just that. “Are you sic-”
You don’t get to finish as Mammon lifts his head and slots his mouth over yours, his hands grabbing your hips. Before you know it your back is to the wall, moaning at how dominating the kiss is, and Mammon wastes no time sliping his tongue past your lips. The inner muscles of your walls clenching as you swallow the saliva pooling near the back of your throat.
Panting when he pulls away, your heart hammering inside of your chest hard enough that it hurts, but you can feel a warmth spreading through you like some kind of syrup. “I need ya ta leave Treasure.” His voice hoarse but his hands don’t move, in a way trapping you in his embrace. “I don’t wanna do somethin’ we’re both gonna regret.”
Letting your head fall back against the wall, hearing your pulse in your ears as you try to make sense of the heat spreading through you from where you swallowed his spit. Aware of the slick starting to form inside your core and seeping past your opening. “What if I don’t wanna leave? You’re.” Pausing to swallow past the saliva that still seems to be pooling in your mouth. “You’re in pain right?”
“It I’ll pass.” Burying his nose along your skin, inhaling the smell of your skin like it can heal him. “I need to let you leave.” Muttering the words as he seems to crowd more into your space instead of pulling away. His chest pressed against yours and his hand trailing along your side. “It’s getting harder ta think.” His hips shifting, you can feel the bulge in his pants as he grinds into your body.
“Mammon, I don’t understand.” Placing one of your hands along the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his white hair, feeling the dampness sticking to the strands. The more he grinds against you, the hotter you feel, aware of your clothes starting to stick to your skin from the moisture starting to form along your skin.
“My body is screamin ta breed ya. It has been since I woke up this morning to get you under me and pump ya full.” Shifting his head so his nose traces up along the tendon of your neck, up to the soft skin under your ear. Aligning his lips with your pulse, hammering along your throat. “Which is why ya need to leave. I won’t do that to ya.” Licking the pulsing skin just under the edge of your jaw.
Your brain is like a fuzzy soup because between the heat from his body crowding yours, as well as your own, you feel like you’re on the edge of being drunk. Warm and hazy, but still lucid enough to think. “Mams.” Whispering his name hoping he’ll stop lapping at your neck. “You realize you’re making it hard to leave, don’t you?” It feels a little strange to say that since your fingers grip the strands of his hair tighter, like you’re trying to keep him against you.
“I told ya, it’s hard ta think.” His hand sliding along your side, slowly lifting the material of your shirt, even if the feel of the damp fabric clinging to your back being dragged upward keeps you from being too lost in the haze of your brain.
If you thought about it, without Mammon this close you might have realized the strange smell was coming from him and pulling you into the same fog gripping him. Too bad for you, most of your capabilities for higher thinking were slowly fading, almost like your body was reacting. It felt like you had just run a fair distance and were on the edge of being drunk.
Which left you a sweaty mess feeling a warmth through your limbs and a flush along your neck and face, with a very horny demon pressed against you. Not that being in that position might have stopped you from uttering your next words.
“What if I don’t want to leave?” Giving your hips a small roll, grinding into the leather covering one of his thighs. “What if I want you to fill me up?” Your voice dropping into a moan when the tacky fabric covering your sex hits that bundle of nerves.
At your words, Mammon feels his pants grow somehow impossibly tighter. Groaning as he tries to find the will to pull away from you, to ask you to leave again without his body caging yours against the wall just inside his closet.
“Fuck.” Hearing his voice right in your ear as he seems to give up on lifting your shirt, having made enough room for his palm to press against the small of your back. “I’m the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.” A husk in his voice as he starts to move his leg, making it so you’re grinding harder against his thigh. “Tell me what ya want, Treasure.” Dragging his teeth along the skin just below your earlobe. “Cus you're the only person I’m willing ta spoil.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to be greedy.” The hand not in his hair moving to grip one of the leather knots of his jacket and giving it a tug. “And I know, I’m what you want.” Twisting the fingers in his hair to tug his head back away from your neck. Catching his eyes to notice that the blue is almost gone with how wide his pupils are, making the strange yellow at the bottom of his eyes more vivid. Licking your lips and watching his gaze shift to follow the movement. Swallowing as you know this is the moment where you tell him to let you leave and try to get out of the door as fast as you can, or the moment you stay.
“Breed me, Mammon.” Whispering the words that hang in the silence that seems to descend on the two of you for several heartbeats.
You don’t know who moved first. What you do know is teeth clack together in both of your hurried movements to connect your lips. Shifting to try and make the connection smoother, but instead it gets messier. Spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, tongues prodding with the sound of moans deep in both of your throats. All while your hands are moving, belts being undone, metal zippers lowered, and pants being removed.
It’s awkward.
It’s messy.
Limbs moving in a mad scramble.
It’s hot.
No longer grinding against his thigh, the chill in the air against your bare sex sends a line of lighting along your spine, kicking your pants away. Rather different from the warmth against your palm as you pump his length. He’s hard, and he was leaking from his tip like a faucet the moment you touched him.
“No teasing.” Panting the words as his hands land on your hips to lift you upwards, forcing your hand away from his cock. “Please.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket as you lick your lips to try and stop you from yanking his head back to kiss him again.
“I’m too far gone ta tease ya.” Once he has you high enough he uses his body to press you against the wall again, allowing him the use of one of his hands. Using it to slide the tip of his cock between your dripping folds, smearing the fluid around to better coat the head before pressing it against your hole. “Deep breath.” It’s the only warning he gives.
Throwing your head back as he sinks his long shaft deep inside of your core. Mammon’s cock might be average when it comes to girth in your experience, his length however? He could easily be in porn, the head hitting your cervix with ease and there’s still several inches between the fine white hairs around his base and your folds. “So warm and tight.” Mammon is panting as he enjoys your pussy for a moment before he starts to move. “Yer perfect Treasure.” Moaning the words as he moves with purpose.
One of your hands moves to grab his hair again, tugging on the strands as your insides pulse. Mammon’s pace pulling more and more moisture from your core as it makes you more and more aroused. Moaning yourself as he pulls himself halfway out before slamming back in, each brush of his tip against your spongy insides has your walls clenching. Like you’re trying to keep his dick as deep as you can. “Mams!” Wishing the two of you had taken the time to remove your shirt as the sweat is dripping from your hair into the material, pulling you from the immersion of his thrusts growing faster.
“Fuck Treasure.” Moaning, he shifts so he can press his face against your shoulder, one of his hands going from your hip again to where your bodies are joined. Using his thumb to gather some of your mixed fluids to rub at your clit. “Just like that.” You moan, the movements of his hips growing erratic until he stills.
His length as deep as he can go inside of your body and you feel the heat as he cums inside of you, whispering your name as he climaxes.
Your grip on his hair loosening to play with the hair instead of grabbing the soaked strands like they were a stress ball. “I don’t think you’ve ever finished that fast.” Chuckling a little as you move your fingers to tilt his face away from where it’s buried into your shoulder.
“I ain’t finished.” Muttering the words as he lets you guide his head back, his eyes narrowed in post orgasmic bliss. Rolling his hips in a circular motion that makes you gasp. “If anythin’ I’m just getting started.” Wrapping one of his arms around your lower back as he pulls away from the wall, keeping you in his arms but not held as high. The new angle has pressure more against the front of your cunt, he feels bigger, if that’s even possible. Tilting his head so he can connect your lips while still keeping you on his cock.
Licking the inside of your mouth as if savoring the taste of you while he walks somewhere else in his room. It isn’t long before you realize it’s towards the door, pulling away from him just long enough to realize it’s still open.
“No one would have seen ya from the closet.” Mammon whispers, having felt your body tense around his length. “And they ain’t ever seeing ya like this.” With that done, Mammon goes back to mapping your mouth with his tongue before walking back to the couch and sitting on his ass. Adjusting your legs as he does and you feel your gummy walls spasm at the angle change again.
“Time for this ta go.” Leaning back and using his hands to pull your shirt upwards and over your head before tossing it away. Instead of removing your bra, he pushes the cups down, licking his lips as he stares at the raised nubs on each breast. Placing his palm around one so he can take a handful, flexing his fingers to squeeze it.
You moan again, shifting your hips to get more friction in your core once more. While the whole open door moment had your arousal cooling, him still being rock hard is bringing you back to wanting your own orgasm to rack through your system. “I thought you said you wouldn’t tease?”
“That was before my head cleared from that first load.” He might have said the words but the expression on his face is clearly one that’s still in a fog of desire.
“For some reason I don’t beli-” Gasp when Mammon lifts his hips, jostling you upwards and giving you some of that delicious friction you’re after.
“Maybe.” With his other hand on the curve of your ass, using it to lift you up and down in his lap while he continues to play with your breast. “I’m tryin’ to let ya catch your breath. Or didcha forget you’re human?” It’s hard to argue with him since no, you didn’t forget but based on how he had been acting you had expected him to.
“It sounds like an excuse for you to keep teasing me.” Moaning as he starts to move you faster, and instead of answering you he moves so he can suck at your breast while still playing with the other. Suffice to say it doesn’t take long before he seems to be shooting another load in your core, only this time he doesn’t stop moving.
Like he’s not only intent on breeding you, but also trying to push you over the edge as well. Another slight shift, and you feel the coil in your stomach starting to grow tighter. One of the metal weights on his jacket that keeps the loose leather straps from flying around has landed between your bodies and it’s rubbing against your clit as Mammon lifts you in his lap. The chill makes you see stars as you pant his name when your climax hits you.
“That’s it Treasure.” Licking your nipple as he keeps moving you, dragging your orgasm out. “Keep clenching for me, I’m gonna give ya more.” Your spasming core massaging his length, a feeling that has Mammon feeling his balls tighten before he hisses your name. Slamming your down on his length hard enough to make you have a smaller orgasm as he sputs his cum right against your cervix.
Both of his hands moving to hold your shoulders as he kisses along your breasts and chest, waiting for your insides to slow their shifting and enjoying the taste of sweat on your skin.
“Shit.” It’s the first thing that falls from your mouth as you blink back to your senses. “That was…” Trailing off as you reach up to play with his white locks.
“If ya say anything less than amazin’ yer getting a gag.” You just laugh before gripping both of his horns to tilt his head back, forcing him away from your chest so you can kiss him. The taste of salt mixing in as you deepen it, coiling your tongue along his as you try to at least convey how good you feel through your actions.
Coming back up for air just as your lungs start to burn. “It was amazing.” His eyes are more golden now as he smirks, the blue still missing from how wide the black is. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” Giving another laugh as you let your head fall forward to press against his.
“I’m far from done Treasure.” A flash in his eyes and you find his hand on your chest to push you back, with your feet against the headrest. It’s a strange position, almost like you’re going backward down his body, even more so when your hands land on the floor. “What a nice view.” You hear the sound of him licking his lips before he starts to move you, the new angle has his tip dragging along the upper muscles lining the inside of your cunt. Whining at the sensation since he seems to be brushing both your G spot and A spot with every thrust.
It isn’t long before you feel that same coil in your growing tighter, the sound of wet slaps as he keeps sliding you harder and faster. “Mammon!” Screaming his name when your insides squeeze together like you’re trying to milk him, only aware of another load of his seed pumped inside of you when he lifts you back up. Rubbing your face as the chemicals from your brain floating in your system are starting to make you sleepy.
“Tired Treasure?” You nod, feeling him shift you so he can stand again. Heading for his bed before letting out a low laugh that makes you twitch. Looking down to see a thick band of white around his shaft, right around the area where you can take his length. It’s hot, and your stomach is clenching at the thought of adding to the ring. “I’ll be more gentle this round.” Lifting your head to see his eyes glowing in the dim lights. “Not makin’ any promises for the rest of em.”
You are both excited and terrified at the prospect.
The next morning, you wake up to heavy limbs with your entire body sore. Groaning when you make the slightest shift to try and adjust against the hardness you feel under your hip. A moan from behind you, and you realize it’s one of Mammon’s boots under you. Blinking before you flush as you remember how many different rounds the two of you had, how eventually he had stripped down as well. At one point even using his wings to play with your breasts while painting your insides white.
“Mams?” Your voice sounds hoarse, trying to shift more after tossing the stupid boot away, only to pause. Your eyes slowly moving downwards as you push the sheet over your form away, a slight bulge in the lowest part of your abdomen. Realizing he’s still inside of you, and hard.
“Stop movin’ I’m finally calming down.” His hands wrap around you as he buries his face into the side of your neck and hair. “If ya move too much I’m gonna need to pump more back inta ya.”
“So, we’re not leaving your room today.”
“No. Now go back ta sleep.” His voice mumbled as he somehow pulls you even tighter against him.
“Fine.” Trying to ignore the way your body hurts so you can slip back into dreamland.
The next time you wake up, Mammon is fussing over you. Helping you shower and constantly asking if you need anything, which is kind of nice and sweet. Even his whispers of how sorry he is for putting you through that are endearing. Telling him that next time it happens, he better not hide and make you come looking for him.
CW: Penis in vaginal sex, magical sex toy, portals, inappropriate use, public sex, semi public sex, overstimulation, being caught, magical double penetration, shame, wall sex, sort of phone sex, two lovers, rough sex, Creampie
Word count: Roughly 1.6K
A/N: Solomon gets an idea, and Barbatos is left having to take action when he realizes what's been going on.
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If you had any complaints about your love life, it was that the two people you wanted most seemed to have some sort of underlying tension that made it awkward.
Barbatos as of late, seemed more annoyed than usual with the white haired sorcerer.
Solomon of course, was as flippant as usual. Just laughing it off saying the demonic butler was just being himself.
Honestly you didn’t even understand how the two of them could have a pact with the way they both acted at them. Yet it seemed to come to a head one night, all because Solomon had wanted to try something new.
“You wanna what?” Blinking as you looked at him over the edge of the book you had been reading.
“It’s not that complicated.” Chuckling as he dropped down beside you on the touch, giving the object in his hand a toss. “I want to make it so even when we’re apart, I can still pleasure you at night.”
“How is a cock sleeve gonna do that?” That question just resulted in even more soft laughter as Solomon plucked the book from your hands before leaning in to steal your breath away with a kiss.
His voice low as he whispered sinfully just loudly enough for you to hear. “By enchanting this one, to connect to that lovely cunt of yours.” That had caused a line of fire to race down your spine in time with the inferno forming on your cheeks, grabbing his hand and dragging him to his bedroom for a physical encounter first. Plus, the idea of him having something that made it so he could fuck you whenever and wherever you were was pretty hot.
To the point where it turned into a game for Solomon, using it during the middle of the day when you were in class. Forcing you to try and act normal while sitting in your seat. Or he’d use it when he knew you were having a meal with the brothers.
What seemed to cause the problem, was when he used it when you were having tea with Diavolo.
A soft call of your name at a thrust that had you seeing stars, and you turn to see Diavolo looking at you with an expression laced with concern. “Are you alright? You look like you might have a fever.”
You swallow, trying to school your expression so it’s a soft smile across your lips instead of one that’s ready to cum. “I’m fine. I think I just need the washroom.” Excusing yourself as you try to rise without giving away that you’re being plowed by an invisible force.
Unaware of a certain butler following behind you after he gave a signal to his lord that he was going to check on you.
The second you’re out of sight inside the castle, you lean your shoulder against the wall, rubbing at your face as you try to fish your phone from your pocket. Only to find the device snatched from your hand just as you were about to hit the dial on Solomon’s contact while your back was pressed to someone’s chest.
“Of course that sham of a sorcerer is involved.” Barbatos scoffs from behind you and you feel your face warm from the embarrassment. “We’re heading to my room, lest another comes along and realizes you’re more aroused than a succubus.” So much for warm, now your face feels like it’s an inferno and it has nothing to do with Solomon still using the toy to pound away at your insides.
Letting Barbatos guide you towards his room and closing the door before letting out a small sigh. One you know the meaning of already. “It was Solomon’s idea.” Explaining what’s been going to a very calm looking demon, and you know that calm is a thin veneer because of a certain sorcerer being involved. By the end, you know down to the marrow of your bones he’s not impressed.
“At least this explains why you’ve been smelling of sex every hour of the day.” His deadpan delivery has you feeling worse, to the point that while you can still feel the other making use of the toy you’re not enjoying it. “I was also beginning to wonder if you were beginning to lose interest in our little arrangement.” His gloved hand on your face, tilting your head so you aren’t avoiding his gaze.
“No.” Feeling sheepish as you say it, because as much as you’ve enjoyed your fun with Solomon there’s a reason you're dating two of them. “It’s just, I know you’ve been busy lately. Plus Sol-”
“Do not stay his name.” You jolt at the sharp edge in his voice and the way his eyes narrow. “However you are correct, I’ve been busy as of late and I see a certain shameless individual took advantage.” His voice grew softer after a moment. “I shall have to take steps to rectify my absence as of late.”
Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he keeps his hand on your chin, descending his face until the two of you are sharing the same breath. His other hand at your clothed core, his nimble fingers rubbing circles into your sex that is making you pant. “Would you like that?” A teasing in his voice that has your eyes widening.
“Yes.” The single word barely past your lips as Barbatos closes that minuscule space to kiss you like you’re a glass of water after he’s been wandering the desert. Those skilled fingers working to divulge you of your clothes as quickly as possible while kissing you senseless. Pulling away when he starts to remove his own and it hits you. “Barbatos?” Swallowing as you feel Solomon giving another thrust to the toy that has your insides twitching. “How is this going to work? Isn’t Solomon inside me?”
That earns you a soft laugh, his fingers sweeping across your forehead to brush your hair away from your face. “I am familiar with the enchantment that he used, it won’t be a problem.” Pecking the space beside your eye before pressing you against the wall of his room. “Just keep your phone close.” Nodding as you feel the confusion course through your system but you aren’t bothered by it.
His reason why makes sense the second he sinks into your core.
It’s like both of them are inside of you and taking up the same space, and after a moment Barbatos sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The master of time snapping his hips so that just as you feel the sensation of Solomon pulling out, he’s sinking in.
Which means you’re constantly feeling like you’re being penetrated, and it doesn’t take long for you to cum around his cock. In a haze when your phone starts to ring, fumbling for it while Barbatos is letting you come down from your high. By the third ring you’re getting frustrated. “Answer it please?”
“Of course.” Smirking that smile that has your stomach dropping to your feet whenever you see it. “Well hello, Solomon.” Now you get it. Barbatos was expecting this to happen. Starting to move his hips while listening to the sorcerer on the other end of your phone. “It sounds more to me like you were taking advantage of our sweet partner.” His movements grow rougher than before and you let out a whine from low in your throat.
Then a higher pitched one when Solomon starts to thrust into the toy harder from wherever he is, both of them hammering the inside of your cunt like it’s a competition. “I fail to see how I’m being ridiculous, if you had of been more discreet I may not have caught on.” You're breathing so hard your ribs are starting to hurt from quickly you’re sucking air into your lungs. “I do believe, what was it you said several days ago to Lord Diavolo?” Watching Barbatos as he doesn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat as he pounds you like a piece of meat. “You reap what you sow.”
His other hand toying with your clit since the movement of his hips has you firmly against the wall. You’re pretty sure you’re going to have the pattern of the bricks in the skin of your back by the time he’s done, but you aren’t actually complaining. Your next orgasm ripping through you with enough force you scream his name in his ear, missing the feeling of a ghost like splatter deep in your walls.
Barbatos of course, stills as you cum around him, breathing through his nose as he forces the bubbling of his gut down. While he isn’t finished yet he does need to take care of one other thing. “Tut tut Solomon, you may be the greatest sorcerer but it seems a single orgasm and you’re done. If you can’t look after our lady properly, stop using the toy.” To the casual listener there’s no shift in Barbatos’s cadence, but to anyone who knows him well? He’s taunting.
“I’ll have to show her a proper night of pleasure.” It’s with those words you come back to your senses, opening your eyes just in time to watch Barbatos toss your phone to the side atop your clothes once more. A smile crosses his lips as he turns his full attention back to you. “Now, where were we?”
It’s only several days later that you feel the phantom sensation of being filled again, and this time Solomon is beside you. At least you know where the toy ended up, and you doubt Barbatos will use it to the extent that Solomon did. Seeing as this is the first time, and it feels like he’s content to just have your phantom cunt warm him up.
Maybe you can convince Solomon to make a toy that you can use to the same effect. Or two. After all, you do try to be fair.
TW:Facefucking,kinda of public sex?, Degrading, Perverts and cum eating
Authors note: This is my first time writing please feel free to give me some feedback :)
You enter the room quietly he said not to bother him but you couldn’t help it he was holed up in his office all day. Not even answering your texts. But when you walk up to him he doesn’t even acknowledge that you’re right next to him. You make sure you are not in the way of the computer camera “Hey Solomon…” he completely ignores you .
A nasty little thought pops in your head so you slide under his desk spreading his legs open to make space for you. He mutes his self “Mc? Im busy” He says with gritted teeth not even bothering to look down at you. “Mhm” you look up at him laying your head on his bulge. “Hello?” A voice from the laptop says “are you still here Solomon?” He sighs he clicks the unmute button “yes Im here.” You smile to yourself undoing his pants kissing his bulge gently looking up at him though your lashes. He shot you a glare as you gave him a sweet smile as you pulled his underwear down releasing his semi-hard cock.
You grab his thick cock one hand on the base the other at his tip pulling his foreskin back. You look up at he has a sly smile on his face like he thought of he own perverse idea. Maybe he thought of bending you over his messy desk getting cum over his important paper or Fucking you on the floor of his study making you beg to come undone on his cock. “May this candle light my path.…” the voice from the laptop pulls you out of your daydream. “Oh my Diavolo it worked!” The voice from the computer rings. “Very good job now try to shorten it.” He is still ignoring you so you start pumping his cock with both hands slow going base to tip making sure to run your thumb over his frenulum every time you drag your hand to his tip. You look back up at him his smile is gone but he still won’t look at you. So you take his now fully hard member in your mouth swirling your tongue around his tip. You take one of your hands off his dick and start to fondle with his balls tugging at them slightly and cupping them.
You look up one last time expecting to just see his chin but instead you see his pretty blue-brown eyes pupils blown mouth slightly ajar. “Fuck Mc” his grabs a fist full of you hair pushing your head down slowly on his thick length. You stop your hand movements and places them on his thighs “you wanted my attention and my cock so fucking badly you couldn’t wait another hour how pathetic.” You gag when his tip hits the back on your throat his snowy white pubes tickles your nose as he groans “you know what” he stands all of a sudden and pulls his cock out of your mouth. His hand still tangled in your hair “Say you want me you me to fuck your mouth slut.” He stroke his cock right in your face precum dripping from its slit “Please Solomon I need you to fuck my mouth…” he smiled darkly before pushing your head back to his leaky cock you open your mouth wide sticking out your tongue. He thrust his whole dick into your mouth tears brimmed up in your eyes as he sets a unforgiving pace right into your throat making you gag and dig your nails into his thighs “shh sweetheart it’s okay just breathe though your nose.” He said mockingly his balls slapping against your drool stoked chin. The disgusting sound of skin slapping, gagging and moaning fill the room. His thrust became more erratic “shit im close” he grunted. He slammed his hips into your throat one last time “fuck…” he whimpered his head thrown back. He pulled out of you and let’s go of your hair “swallow all my cum whore” as says as he slaps his wet softening cock on your cheek. You swallow all his cum sticking out your tongue. As if you had just grew a brain “Solomon what happened to person you were on call with!“ you said frozen in shock “oh I just turned on airplane mode” he shrugged pulling you up bending you over his desk “I think you should be properly punished” he says pushing his hardening cock on your ass.
use of: conqueror's haki, bondage, overstimulation
Her slender and long fingers kept a rapid motion, going in and out of your body, curling occasionally in ways that made your body tense against the soft surface of her mattress.
You were shaking, breaths rapid as your chest expelled oxygen in heavy but quick efforts.
You tugged against the restraints holding your arms up and couldn't help but keen, your back arching and toes curling as Hancock made a particular motion making the bubbling feeling at the bottom of your stomach grow.
"H-Hancock-" You stuttered out.
This had been going on for almost thirty minutes now.
You were desperate, the feeling of your climax had been building up at a slow and steady pace.
The woman's eyes flickered from where her fingers had been entering your soaking cunt, to meet your eyes.
Your breath hitched seeing the utter lust that clouded her vision.
"Yes my dear?" Hancock questioned, her pace never ceasing despite the shifted attention.
"Im close."
Hancock perked up, leaning forward. The flush on her cheeks was what you might consider cute, if not for the sweat that encompassed both of your nude forms as well as her fingers being covered in your slick.
"You are? I'm doing well? Do you wish for me to pick up my pace?"
You nodded to all three of those, and like a woman who'd just been promised everything in the world, Hancock doubled down.
Her head drifted away from you and lowered to where she was still plowing you with nothing but two of her fingers. Your hips thrusted in an effort to have them reach deeper and hit that spot.
Hancock's tongue flicked out and teased your aching bud, making a sharp breath leave you. She then flattened her tongue against it before sucking- hard and a euphoria washed over you.
Even with your climax, Hancock didn't let up.
Instead, the Kuja Empress raised her head, just so that her mouth was free of you, and with her fingers still moving she commanded:
"Place your legs on my shoulders, my love,"
You felt your mind empty, and a singular thought to do as the command asked washed in like a rushing waterfall, filling you with the energy to act the command out.
You did as asked, albeit with a small struggle from the fact her minstrations did not stop, however, her free hand did help you heft your legs onto her shoulders before you were situated and she rewarded you with a curl of her fingers making you let out a whimper through panting lips.
She smiled, you could feel it as Hancock lowered her head once more to your stomach and began kissing at your lower belly, before moving to your thighs, giving you love bites.
Hancock then dipped down lower to her original purpose, your clit, her tongue stuck out before circling your bud and she kept at it, working you, your moans and begs seemingly falling on deaf ears like Hancock was in a state of wanting to please.
Her fingers didn't stop- in fact they sped up and you couldn't help but moan loudly and unrestrained, you knew that if the restraints holding you up weren't of silk you'd no doubt be feeling pain of were regular cuffs against bare skin.
Not that Hancock would ever allow that.
A few more minutes passed of her pummeling her fingers into you while she pressed at your bud that had you shaking hard, on the verge of tears from overstimulation, breath heaving before you finally came again, crying out Hancock's name as your body tensed and legs jerked violently from where they rested on the Kuja's shoulders.
Hancock slowed down her fingers, before finally releasing from you with a wet pop.
Your breathing was slowing and you watched with half-lidded eyes as Hancock sat up. Her face was dripped in your juices, but that didn't seem to deter the Empress as she licked her fingers clean.
The erotic scene made you swallow harshly.
The Ex-Warlord kept her eyes on you, and once her fingers were finally clean, she used that hand as well as her other, to cage you in, her raven locks falling forward and acting like a black-out curtain making it so all you could focus on was her.
She offered a slow kiss before caressing your face with her clean hand.
"Another round?" She asked, voice sweet like honey and oh so enticing, you didn't even realise you'd said, "Yes" until she was climbing off the bed talking about the strap.
Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: Is there any way you could repay them?
Author's notes: I love @inseobts layout for their fics so I decided to use something similar. I've never worked with this style, I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm also right around the corner of Marineford and I feel like dying since Ace is my favourite character. So, indulge me.
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Luffy
Your fridge broke down a couple of hours ago.
You had tried everything and anything to make it work, but the piece of shit wouldn’t budge (it’s also old af).
On your way to ask anyone if they knew someone who could repair it, you stumbled into the gum boy.
"Oh, hello, neighbour!"
"Oh shit, that sucks, but don't worry, I can fix it. How hard can it be?"
He wouldn’t fix shit, but he would try (or in a stroke of luck he just might).
Let’s say, by some miracle, he does.
You’d spent hours watching him work. He had taken his jacket off, a white tank top underneath.
Getting a little sweaty, tongue poking out in concentration.
You had ogled for a good hour to two, and no, he hadn’t even noticed.
He would groan in frustration when he couldn’t manage to get it to work.
“Stupid, fucking thing.”
You delivered small treats for his trouble: a lemonade, a sandwich, and a bowl of ramen he was craving.
“Fucking finally!”
“Thank you so much, Luffy! Is there any way I can repay you?
Yeah, remember when I said he hadn’t noticed you ogling? Well, he did.
And that’s how you found yourself bent over the kitchen floor, being pounded to the nines, crying out like bitch in heat with a pizza slice resting in your back.
“Fuck, Luffy! Don’t stop, don’t stop." Spit dribbled down your mouth, and your fingers gripped the floor, desperately to hold onto anything that would ground you.
Behind you was Luffy, who panted in between taking bites out of his pizza, “You are so tight.” The grip of his hands on your love handles would surely leave a nasty bruise, but that was the least of your worries.
Zoro
You had just come back from work, the only thing you wanted was to take a shower.
Of course, the fucking thing wasn’t working.
You had tried everything, from hitting it with a hammer to twisting the handles to yelling at it.
No idea how to fucking fix it.
You texted the landlord, but he said he won't be able to fix it until tomorrow.
And you need a shower NOW.
Just when you were to knock on your chef neighbour's door, he appeared.
Sweaty, towel around his neck, and sporting a really tight compression chest. Zoro popped one ear out of his headphones, “Curly brow's not home.”
“Shit, my shower is not working, and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“That’s happened to me before. Let me check it out."
Now you have another issue: the wet patch that formed in your panties after you watched the handyman check out your shower.
His strong back muscles faced you, flexing and moving while inspecting the problem.
He would cuss under his breath and groan every time his methods wouldn’t work.
This angle also gave you a great view of his ass. He had clearly worked for it.
Your head fantasized about what would happen if you were to bend to your knees in front of him, pull his pants down and take his cock in between...
“Shit!” He had fixed it. Water splashed onto your floor, but not before soaking him. If you thought that shirt was already see-through enough...
“Oh god, let me get you a towel.” Or maybe you could dry up the water with your tongue. Everyone wins, right?
“Thank you so much, Zoro! Is there any way I could repay you?”
And that’s how you found yourself just the way you imagined. Choking on his cock, tears running down your face, and gags escaping your throat.
“Yeah, keep sucking that dick”, His hips thrust against your mouth, pushing his member further down, making you gag. Your nails biting the skin of his thighs, trying to balance yourself, but never wanting him to stop. You looked up at him, that lazy smirk and the way his tongue licked his lips made you dizzy.
You sucked your cheeks in, running your tongue against the thick vein that ran down his member. His grip on your hair let you know you were doing something right, "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby.”
Sanji
It was your grandma's birthday tomorrow, so you decided to bake her a cake.
Shit, the fucking oven isn’t turning on.
You have the batter ready to bake it will spoil if you don’t do something about it, right?
Oh, how convenient, your neighbour is a chef.
(Never mind he is blow-minding hot. What? Who said that?)
"Hey, neighbour. I’m so sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I borrow your oven?"
He would never no to a sweet little thing like you, but pushing your tits out as you showed him the ramekin didn’t harm anyone.
Would do all the work for you, even going as far as fixing your recipe.
You watch his hands the entire time.
He had folded his sleeves so you could see the veins that covered his arms.
“Open up, I want to see if it’s sweet enough.”
He pushed the frosting-covered spoon against your lips.
And, gladly, you took it. Looking into his eyes while covering your tongue with the thick substance.
He gulped.
Amazing what watching a man decorate a cake can do for your libido
"There, it is all done for your grandma's birthday." The result was far better than anything you could have ever done.
“Thank you so much, Sanji! Is there any way I could repay you?”
And that’s how you found yourself laying tits up, nipples covered in the leftover frosting and the chef’s head in between your legs.
"Oh, my god, Sanji." He’s got you cross-eyed while his tongue laps against your sweet cunt. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it and licking it while his fingers piston in and out of your entrance.
He lets out moans and whimpers, you’ve got him pussy drunk, and the only thing on his mind is making you cum again and again on his tongue, “You taste so sweet, mon cœur.”
Ace
Your heater had broken down in the middle of the fucking winter.
No matter how many sweaters and jackets you wore, you still couldn't feel your fingers.
You had messaged your landlord hours ago, but oh, surprise, surprise, he never answered.
You were walking down to the elevator, about to go out and get some hot chocolate, when he saw you.
“Hey, neighbour!” It was minus two fucking degrees outside, but this man was in a tank top and shorts (to be fair, it would be a crime to hide those arms)
“Oh my god, are you okay? Your lips are blue!” “Your heater broke? Maybe I can help!” The optimism and overconfidence run in his family, if you can’t tell.
He took a look at the thing, and Lord knows how, but he melted it.
“Uh, umm, uh...” Indeed.
He spent the next couple of hours trying to fix what he had done on top of the main issue.
He would bite and lick his lips, eyebrows furrowed, focused.
His frustrated groans belonged in a porno.
“Fuck.” He would whisper occasionally.
Like his little brother, Ace would also appreciate the food you’d offer.
“This pie is so good! Did you really bake this?” He licked his thumb, savouring the rest of the sweet filling.
What that mouth do.
You don’t know how or what the fuck he did, but he did fix it.
“There! You stupid shit!”
“Thank you so much, Ace! Is there any way I could repay you?”
And that’s how you found yourself backwards riding his cock on your couch. The cold had abandoned your body, and now you felt like you were burning with his hard chest against your back and his fingers toying with your aching clit.
“Ace!” You moaned his name; it was the only thing that your mouth managed to say. Your brain had turned to mush the second he stuck his dick inside you. His hands pushed your hips up and down; his hips pounded you into oblivion, his dick reaching places your fingers (or frankly, any other dick) never could.
“You like that, baby girl?” He said against your ear, his teeth pulling on your earlobe. He laughed, amused by your cock-drunkenness. He slapped your clit, making you jump and gasp, throwing you over the edge, “You don’t need no heater, baby. I am the heat now.”
Law
You were stupid, and you cut yourself while making a fruit bowl. yeah.
While it wasn’t a deep wound, it did sting, and blood kept coming out.
Trying to be very careful, to not hurt yourself any further or stain even more things.
You bump into him.
First, he looks at you, annoyed and then notices the blood on your hand.
“Tch, that looks bad.” Yeah, you think?
He grabs your hand, carefully, inspecting the cut.
His eyebrows furrowed, twisting your wrist, his skin is a bit rough, and the tattoos in his hands make you want to ask him if he was willing to choke you.
(You had seen this man once or twice in your life, barely knew his name, and already you are thinking about sticking his fingers in your mouth, get yourself together.)
“It’s not that deep, but you might wanna clean it. Come.” Gladly.
And just like that, you were inside this man’s apartment.
Score?
His place smells like a clinic, it’s almost funny the fact he has a penguin and polar bear plush on the couch.
He pulls out his medical kit and begins cleaning the wound. The sudden sting makes you flinch.
“Don’t move.” He commands, and you obey. No idea who this man is, but if he were to ask you to bend over, you probably would. Yeah, common sense leaves the room when it comes to dick. His dick.
“There. Next time, try to pay attention to what you are doing.” Rude... you were listening to a true crime podcast, and it was just getting good.
“Thank you so much, Law! Is there any way I could repay you?”
And that’s how you found yourself, face pressed against the surface of his desk and fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Your juices are dripping down and wetting every document and book, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Law, please, please.” You don’t even know what you are begging for; he’s giving you everything you want, and more. His fingertips brush against the walls inside you, his thumb rubs and plays with your clit, while his other hand spanks you and pushes your head harder against the wood.
He pulls his fingers out for a second, right when he feels you are clenching harder against them, “Quiet now. Don’t want the neighbours knowing how much of a slut the girl next door is.” He spanks your right cheek. Yeah, he isn't letting you cum, at least not right now.
★pairing: xavier x f!reader
★wc: 3.5k
★content: smut. sub!xavier vibes. semi-public sex? (happens privately, but they snuck in). unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms (xav), creampie, praise kink, a hint of spit kink, reader on top. set during Offbeat Track.
★a/n: when I played that card, and saw how xavier is being more vulnerable and open in their relationship, I knew I needed to expand on that with some role reversal smut. I really like the way this one came out, I hope y'all do too!
Joy from the long polar night thrums in your veins, and you feel drunk off of it.
As Xavier tugs you behind him backstage, you can't help but admire him. Fixated on the shimmer of tinsel in his hair whenever you step through a patch of moonlight, the glow of his eyes in the dark whenever he glances back at you.
There's a smile on his face he can't suppress, and with the tightening of his grip around yours as you navigate down unknown hallways, you know he feels the unspoken thrill of potentially being caught as keenly as you.
And there's…something in the way he's been looking at you, since you tried to spend the night on the boat. When you caressed his cheek and told him that he didn't have to always be in control, and could just be himself.
It's in the little furtive glances when he thought you were distracted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, fingers twitching before he reaches for your hand.
But by the time you look back at him fully, he's always back into his smooth, calm composure. That innocent look to his sweet face, but still a glint of that something you can't quite name underneath.
And tonight, with the glee and freedom it brings, has you feeling bold.
You know to expect the give and take as the moment begins to heat up between you. The playful battle for control before he takes it, and you melt into that love, that trust you feel deep in your soul when he takes charge.
It doesn't stop you from testing the waters, pinning him against the wall and teasing him, teeth grazing along that slender waist that drives you insane.
What you hadn't expected was for how soft and pliant he goes underneath you. The soft moan that escapes his parted lips when you bite down on his smooth skin goes straight between your legs, throbbing when he looks down at you half-lidded, dazed and lovesick.
He pounces on you (familiar, that thirst for control, known and loved), but it's when he hoists you up against the wall that that something shifts, clicks into place, and your breath catches in your throat.
Xavier's eyelashes are lowered, looking up at you through them in a way that almost feels lost, or just begging to be found. His grip is tight and secure when he carries you to the couch, the words that fall from his lips nothing but pure poetry, your heart fluttering with the romance of it.
When he slides off of you to his side, your heart hammers. His hands glide over every inch of you, up your skirt to grope at your thigh. Desperate, pleading touches, and your mind starts spinning while you slowly catch on.
When you gently nudge him onto his back, he settles into the cushions. Xavier watches eagerly as your thighs settle on top of his, his chest heaving.
And when he looks up at you again, it nearly takes your breath away.
Xavier gazes at you like you're that distant star in the sky, finally fallen into his grasp. He seems restless with you in his hands tonight, on the brink of something he hasn't felt before, but wants, needs to explore with you.
You feel that need in the bulge in his tight jeans, twitching under the denim when you roll your hips slowly, grinding your clothed core over it. His fingers twitch where they grab onto your waist, digging into your plush skin. His hips cant up, and his lashes flutter with a breathless moan. Quiet and wanton, for you, all of him for you.
Your heart is racing, desire thick in the air, your thighs more and more slick with each gentle roll of your hips over his. It's heady, it's addicting, to see your ever calm, always in control Xavier writhing in lust underneath you, wide eyes looking up at you for guidance for once.
"Xavier," you whisper, and he keens, hips bucking up to meet your slow teasing, legs trembling from pleasure and scrambling for purchase on the cushions.
No bone in his body seemed eager to put an end to it. He was utterly relaxed, trusting you to bring him to that mind-numbing place, that pure bliss he'd taken you to so many times.
But you need to hear him say it. To know, to make sure your star felt safe and comfortable in your hands.
Your hand cups his cheek, and he nuzzles into it. His brows pinch together softly, his warm breath falling in gentle pants across your inner wrist.
"Do you want this?" you whisper, stilling your hips so he could focus on what you were asking with a clear mind.
It has him whining for a moment, hips rolling fruitlessly. Restless again, until you gently but firmly take his chin into your hand.
The gesture squeezes his soft cheeks, lips jutting out into a pout. The familiar sight of cuteness makes your heart flutter with a warm wave of fondness.
"Xavier," you say again, as kind and adoring as ever, but more firm, demanding his attention.
He gives it instantly, stilling in the small, eager rolls of his hips. When his eyes meet yours—blue nearly swallowed by the darkness of his pupils, as infinite as the universe that he had fallen through just to get to you—he sobers.
Xavier smiles, a loving sheen to his expression. You smile back, and it grows when you see the faint, shimmering gold glow around him when you do.
"I want this," he affirms quietly, gently. "I want you. I always do."
Your hand slides down to his chest, searching for his heartbeat. It's easy to find, kicked up from its usual slow pace to fast and eager. The steady beat of it soothes you as it always does.
"Do you trust me?"
The question that used to keep you up at night. Fear that he'd always keep some part of himself locked away from you, that you could never break down those walls he built around himself long ago.
Xavier softens, lifting your hand back to his face. He kisses each fingertip, kitten licks along the callouses you have from gripping your gun. Marks of you that he'd memorized, that he worshiped every chance he got.
His eyes meet yours again, and he nods, steady and secure. Confident in the soft skin he bared to you, knowing that your bite would never be lethal, but loving, claiming, cherishing.
"I trust you with my life."
His hands slide down to your hips, gripping onto them, but he doesn't move an inch to try and take control of the situation.
Xavier looks up at you, adoring and vulnerable, his chest quickening again when he says, "With me. Everything."
You dive back into him, and he moans in relief at the sweet press of your lips against his.
"My everything is for you to take." Xavier's lips slide against yours between his breathless declaration, saliva stringing them together when you pull back for a breath. He moans when you capture his bottom one into your mouth and suck gently, teeth grazing along it. "It's all yours."
You're reaching for the zipper of his jeans, fumbling until you force yourself to slow down. If Xavier was eager in his longing tonight, you would be calm. If he was placing himself into your hands, you'd hold him gently, cherishing him like he once told you to on his birthday, on that rooftop under the stars.
"You're being so good," you praise against his lips, tugging the zipper down and sliding your hand beneath the denim. Your palm grazes against his straining erection, rubbing gently for some relief when his hips buck up into your touch with a strained moan. "So good for me, Xavier."
His head tilts back, gasping as the pleasure from hearing your praise shoots straight to his cock. You can feel his body physically react to your sweet words in how it twitches under your hand, throbbing through the fabric.
You press your thumb into the damp spot growing, tracing where you can feel the sensitive ridge of his head through the thin cloth, and Xavier groans, low and throaty. When his eyes flutter open, they're completely dilated, wide and pleading.
You take mercy on your love, reaching inside his briefs to wrap your fingers around where he aches for you, and he shudders from the relief of direct skin on skin.
"Oh," you breathe in admiration when you pull him out.
You don't think you've ever seen his tip look so red, leaking profusely and smearing where it brushes across his abdomen. You drag your fingers along it, admiring the flush that's crept down his neck at your gentle touch, the skin pink all the way down to the lipstick mark you'd left on his collarbone.
"You're so pretty like this, baby," you coo.
Leaning down, you collect the saliva in your mouth and let it fall from your lips, dripping onto his weeping head. His cock twitches with the sensation, a half-choked moan of desperation in his throat when your nails dig lightly into his tense thighs.
"What do you want me to do with you, love?" You press kisses to his trembling thighs, more lipstick marks framing where his cock hangs heavy, waiting for you. "How do you want me?"
You press a gentle kiss to his hole, moaning against him when his precum spills out and sticks to your lips. Xavier's mouth parts in a silent moan, searching for your gaze, and you hold it.
"You," he gasps with that same eager energy. Like he was yearning, aching for something he wasn't sure he could have, and you wanted nothing more than to assure him that he could. "Just you. Always you."
You smile fondly at his lustful rambling. "My mouth or my cunt?" you ask, and he shivers.
"C-cunt," he says, eyes widening. "Please?" he adds quietly, and you nod.
"God," you whisper, licking your lips, infatuated with sweet he was being. He whines when you mumble, "You're so cute when you beg. I'll give you whatever you want, baby."
Settling back on top of his thighs, you tug your panties out of the way, the fabric already soaked through and clinging to where you throb for him. You drag his cock along your folds, watching how you part for him, how he goes lax underneath you, then tense with anticipation.
But you continue to grind up along him, moaning when his head catches on your clit. You circle your hips against it, head falling back at the pleasure that begins to stoke low in your stomach, gathering at the base of your spine. When he slips back along the heat of your dripping entrance, only to pass by again, he whimpers.
"Take everything," he breathes, begging rather than demanding. His voice pitches higher, whining as his head notches against your entrance when you grind along him again, only to slip back out. "Take me, please. Take all of me, fuck me—"
Xavier breaks off with a choked moan, eyes going hazy, unfocused as you begin to sink onto him. Your palm rests over his racing heart while you ease yourself down, fingertips brushing against your lipstick stain.
"I got you," you whisper to him, admiring his flushed face, the little thrusts of his hips he tries to hold back while you slowly take him inch by inch. Your hand cups his face, stroking along his cheek, and he gazes at you, half-lidded and adoring. "I've got you, my love. I always have you."
Xavier bites his lip, brows furrowing hard as he suddenly stills. He sucks in a harsh breath, grabbing at your hip right as you seat yourself on him, taking him in all the way.
"S-stay there," he gasps, fingers trembling, digging into your skin for purchase. "Or I'm going to cum too fast."
You laugh breathlessly, resting your forehead against his. Rubbing slow circles under his jaw, feeling the flutter of his pulse against your thumb, you smile.
"This really does something for you, huh?" You hum happily at the revelation. "Being at my mercy. Who would've thought?"
Xavier groans, head turning to the side in bashfulness. But you see the pink that creeps up to his ears, and you run your teeth along the lobe, relishing in the breathless moan of "fuck" that tears from his throat when you do.
"Let me know when you're ready," you tell him patiently, settling your face against his neck. You breathe him in, pressing chaste kisses against his flushed skin to soothe him. "Mkay?"
Slowly, Xavier relaxes underneath you. It's soothing to just exist with him like this, his heavy cock nestled inside you, as deep as he could get and just breathing with you.
His head tilts back to offer you better access to his neck, hips rolling up minutely, and you smile.
"Ready?"
"Mm," Xavier hums, smiling lazily up at you when you lean back to see him. "Mkay."
"Yes?" you prompt.
"Yes," he affirms, grabbing onto your hips in preparation.
You lift yourself up a few inches and slowly sink back down onto him, sighing as you feel him glide in and out of your fluttering hole.
"You always feel so good," you praise, the haze of pleasure descending on you when you lift higher, just to feel how deep he fills you up again. "Perfect fit."
Xavier's fingers fidget with the hem of your skirt, and you smile, hitching the fabric up so he could see where you sucked him back in each time. He moans, unabashed and lost in how his cock appears wetter each time, a ring of white starting to collect at his base as you ride him.
Your hips smack against his when you pick up the pace, the slick sounds of you fucking him filling the dark room. You can smell your sex in the air, thick with sweat and musk, and you lose yourself in his little moans, in how his starry eyes never leave you for a second.
"It's all yours," Xavier whispers again, moaning with you when you seat yourself to grind against him.
Your clit catches against that silver happy trail, damp with both your slick and his arousal that leaks out from where you're joined, and you almost fall forward. You catch yourself on the armrest above his head, heart stuttering at how he looks up at you, half-lidded and dazed in unconditional love, trust, and obsession.
"I'm all yours," he emphasizes, hips grinding up to meet yours.
You let him chase his pleasure, encouraging him with the scrape of your fingers through his hair, tugging him up to meet your lips in a wet, desperate kiss.
"Everything. Everything," he groans again, eyes falling shut as he bucks up mindlessly. His cock twitches impossibly deep inside you, pressing against that spot that makes your nerve endings sing. "I'm yours, take me. Take me please, make me cum, I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me, love," you encourage, breathless and aching for it, toes curling with pleasure as you grind against him. "You can let go, I've got you. I have you, I'll always take care of you, I adore you."
Xavier's eyes flash open, wide and unseeing as they flicker across you face, lips parting in a silent cry that breaks into a gasp when he cums. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding your hips flush to his as he grinds up, chasing every last wave of pleasure as he fills you with each warm spurt of his orgasm.
"Love you," you keep going, stroking his cheek, nose nuzzling against his. You shower him in your praise and adoration, pride warming in your chest at his blissed out expression, in how he trusted you to fall apart completely in your arms. "I love you so much, Xavier. You did so good for me, I'm so proud of you."
Xavier moans again, content and buzzed from the intensity of how hard you made him come. His hips jerk up when another small spurt of cum fills you, only to leak out when your hips lift.
"W-wait," he gasps, tugging you back down. Sweat coats the furrow in his brow, and he pouts. "You didn't come."
You smile lazily, arching an eyebrow. "How do you know?"
He scoffs, casting you an unimpressed look. It's adorably petulant when he's this fucked out, and you giggle, squeaking when he pinches your thigh.
"I know," he assures you, tilting his head back again. A lazy smile curls up the side of his lip, and he rolls his hips up into yours, an overstimulated hiss escaping him when he shivers. "Go on. Use me."
Your eyebrows lift. "Xav, I'm okay. This was about you. I don't have to—"
"Didn't you hear me?" he interrupts, directing you to grind against him, and you moan when his pelvis catches against your clit again. "You only belong to me tonight."
"But you—"
"It's okay," he reassures you, shivering when you grind together again. Your eyes widen when you feel him go from softening to hardening again inside you, hot and thick, filling you completely. "Feels good."
You bite your lip, shifting over him until you find the right spot for leverage, where you can feel the tip of his cock reaching that perfect spot, your clit rubbing against him for mind-numbing friction.
"Can you…" You lose yourself for a moment, blinking rapidly to refocus on his face. Xavier's as lost as you, lashes fluttering, lips parted in quiet gasps. "Can you cum again?"
He laughs breathlessly, looking at you in familiar, charming smugness. "Wouldn't be the first time."
You smile, smothering your laugh into his neck as it turns into a moan. Your hips smack against his, and you clamor to grip onto the collar of his jacket, then grabbing the tie and tugging, mouthing wetly at his skin.
"Xavier," you gasp, and he moans your name back to you, the only sounds that fill the air between you.
You grind into him, throwing yourself back onto his hips so his cock continues to ram right into that spot until you're squeezing him with your orgasm, wet walls tightening and relaxing around his cock as you soak him in your cum.
"Fuck," Xavier gasps into your ear, cradling the back of your head, palm pressed to the small of your back as his hips thrust up once, twice, and then he's cumming for the second time tonight.
You fall into a peaceful quiet, breathing heavily while you slowly come back to earth. Right as you feel Xavier begin to slip out, you gasp, hand cupping underneath where you're joined.
"We—" You break off, wide-eyed when you meet Xavier's confused gaze. "Xavier, we're trespassing," you hiss, horrified at the thought of leaving a mess where you're—where the hell even are you?
Xavier chuckles, unbothered and insufferable in it and god you're so in love with him.
"Turn the cushion over," he offers, and you smack him in the shoulder, smothering a disbelieving giggle into his neck.
His chest rumbles underneath you, jostling your relaxed form as you both lose yourself to a giggling fit in the content, post-orgasm haze.
"You're awful," you mumble, not meaning it one bit, and he hums happily, because he knows you don't.
You prop yourself up onto your elbow, admiring how he glows golden when he meets your eye.
"Did you like that?" you ask quietly.
Xavier bites his lip, turning shy under your curious gaze before he nods.
"Yeah," he admits, flushed and smiling, completely satiated. "It was nice, being able to let go. Knowing that you'll have me."
Your nose brushes against his when you nuzzle him close, and he holds you to him.
"I meant it," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then the other. "I can be responsible when you need a break. You're allowed to just exist with me, Xavier. I love every part of you."
"I know." Xavier catches your chin, gently angling your face so he can capture your lips in a slow kiss. "I love you."
You kiss him again, once, then twice. "I love you too." Pushing up onto your hands, you look around with a wince. "Now we have to find a supply closet. I am not leaving this couch like this."
In the end, you throw the ruined cushion away, with a burning face and extra bite mark left on Xavier's shoulder when he wouldn't stop giggling, even as he promises to send an anonymous donation to the theatre house.
"Menace," you mumble accusingly as you both escape back into the polar night together.
"Mm," Xavier hums in affirmation, a twinkle in his eye when he tugs you into a breathless kiss. "I think you're worse than me, Starlight."
·· Kinktober Day Twenty-Nine:
♡ King x Fem!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Size Difference, Reader Is Sized Up To Better Fit King, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Fingering, Rough Sex, He Talks You Through It, Use of "Good Girl" & "Pet", Tiny Bit Of Breeding Kink At The End, Pre-Wano Arc, Established Relationship, Smut, PWP, 18+ MDNI
♡ Words: 1.4k
♡ Kinktober Masterlist ♡ Read On AO3 ♡
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Your soft mewls filled your shared bedroom while King lapped relentlessly at your cunt. Every run of his tongue up along your folds made your legs want to close inwards around his head but his strong hands kept you splayed wide for him, pinning you to the bed beneath you. He was savoring your pussy and he wasn’t going to let your legs get in his way.
Your thighs twitched helplessly under his hold and as he latched onto your clit, making you moan louder and writhe even more, King looked up at you with smoldering eyes that said mine.
As he sucked and licked at your bundle of nerves, your head thrashed against the pillow it rested upon while your hands pawed at its corners, trying to find purchase. Pleasure coursed through your body as he continued his onslaught on your clit, and you could feel the tension that had been slowly building in your lower stomach start to go taut.
King used the tip of his tongue to flick at your clit, and you felt your muscles seize up as you sobbed out for him. Death gripping the pillow, your back arched off the bed as that tension in you snapped and pure, hot pleasure surged through you, making you moan loudly. King didn’t let up as your orgasm went over you in waves and your body shuddered under his hold.
With a low whine, your body relaxed back down against the mattress, and you panted heavily as your mind started to feel weightless. King gave your clit a few more licks, making your body twitch, before he pulled back from your pussy.
As he sat up from being in between your legs, King brushed his long hair back with his hand and licked at his lips, shiny from your juices. You stared up at his hulking form now above you, your breath coming out ragged and pupils blown wide with lust. This man could bring you to your knees over and over again simply from his rugged beauty.
King wiped his chin with two of his fingers, cleaning your slick off of him, before he sucked those fingers into his mouth and you dug your teeth into your bottom lip at the sight. Then with his other hand, he grabbed your hip and leaned over you as he delved his saliva coated fingers into your soaked, oversensitive cunt. You cried out as he entered you, his thick digits stretching you, and your hands flew to grab onto his forearm. Angling his wrist, King started to slide his fingers in and out of you and your pussy spasmed around him.
With the hand on your hip, his thumb rubbed circles against your soft skin as he smirked down at you, “I know you can take it.”
A whimper passed through your lips, his words sending sparks through you, and you relaxed your body once more. King leaned further over you, hand moving from your hip to rest next to your head, and hovered his lips just above yours, “Good girl.”
Then he kissed you passionately and upped the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, making you moan wantonly against his lips. Taking advantage of your moan, King slid his tongue into your mouth and your eyes rolled back as you glided your own tongue along his, tasting yourself as you got lost in his kiss.
Your pussy gushed around his fingers as they repeatedly dove into you over and over again, making an obscene squelching noise fill the room. Those thick fingers of his stretched you wide but you knew what was coming would be even bigger and the thought of it made your skin prickle with both nerves and excitement.
King gave you a few more thrusts of his fingers before he pulled them out of you and you whined around his tongue. King broke away from the kiss and gave your jawline and throat a few hungry, open mouthed kisses, leaving you breathless, before he pulled back. Grabbing your legs, he spread your thighs wide again for him and you breathed in rapidly as you gazed down at his huge cock, standing at full attention and dripping lightly with precum.
How that thing ever fits inside of you, you’d never figure out.
With a light groan, King stroked himself a few times as he lined himself up with your entrance. Anticipation coiled in your lower stomach as you watched him direct his cock into you, the head of his cock already making your brows crease as it stretched you. Your hands returned to gripping at the pillow around your head and you mewled for him once more as he eased into you, inch by inch. His hands grabbed your hips, and you cried out as his cock slid even further into you.
“I know, pet, I know,” he cooed to you as he continued to bully his thick cock into your pussy. With your mouth slightly agape, you panted and looked up at him with pleading eyes, your body feeling like it was on fire. King thrusted his hips forward and fully seated himself inside of you, making you throw your head back and let out a shuddered moan.
So full, so unbelievably full.
Your legs shook as you tried to adjust to his full length now being deep inside of you. Those hands of his massaged your hips and waist as your chest heaved, your back starting to arch once more.
“You feel so good,” King groaned as he started to rock his hips and you sobbed at the feel of his cock dragging along your inner walls. “And just look at how much your body loves my cock,” he said as he caressed a hand down your stomach where it now bulged slightly. You lolled your head back forward and your eyebrows pinched together further at the sight, moaning high in your throat.
It made your pussy clench around him, and he hissed through his teeth before he picked up the speed and power of his thrusts. You moaned loudly as his hips smacked against yours, his large cock driving into you deeper and deeper. Every thrust made your stomach bulge further and your eyes rolled back at the sensation.
“Look at me, pet,” his command made you blink up at him, your brain getting hazy from the overwhelming feel of his cock bullying your cunt. “You’re so pretty taking my cock like this, I want to see your face.”
Another whimper came from you as he continued to thrust into you and talk to you like that.
Yet again that tension from before was building up fast in your lower stomach and your body started to writhe from the pleasure. King’s hands dug into your hips, and he changed the angle of his thrusting, hitting your sweet spot.
Your breath came out rapidly as whines and moans blended in your throat and King groaned as your pussy convulsed around him.
“I’ve got you,” he panted as his hips slapped harder against yours, the sound reverberating around the room, “cum for me, my good girl.”
With a loud cry, your orgasm shattered through you, and it knocked your breath right out of your lungs. Pleasure wreaked havoc on your body as you trembled and pitifully moaned while trying to get down air.
King continued to drive his cock into you, his own breaths getting choked and his thrusting getting sloppy. You whined low in your throat as you still rode the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you moaned out his name, full of lust and yearning.
“Fuck!” King shouted out as he slammed into you to the hilt – his large, beautiful wings splayed wide and the fire at his back burning brighter, making his skin hot against yours. His cum filled you to the brim as his large cock twitched inside you, making you feel impossibly fuller than ever. Letting out a deep breath, King’s body slumped forward, and you panted softly underneath of him.
Idly, your hand ran along the still present bulge of your stomach and King’s attention went to it, his red eyes dilating with lust as he stared.
“I should put a baby in you,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.
His words made you jolt, a flush spreading across your face, “Wh-What?”
But King only shook his head and then smirked at you.
秦彻 — 'accidentally' sending the wrong photos to bestfriend sylus .ᐟ
here and there, sylus never cared when you'd send him photos. it was a standard part of any friendship. silly faces, selfies, scenery, whatever it was, it's what the two of you would send back and forth.
but the day sylus was out, you seem to have made a fatal mistake.
sylus' phone buzzed in his pocket and he was alone, kind of. in reality, he was actually with a group of friends, but he wasn’t really interested in the conversation and only talked when spoken to.
so he decided to pull out his phone and saw two notifications from you.
pretty girl: [sent 2 images]
pretty girl: oops, wrong pics. can't delete them tho :(
clicking the notification may have been the biggest regret of his life. it didnt take him a glance before feeling his heart drop to the ground. the first thing he could comprehend in the millisecond he saw the photos was you in laced lingerie.
if that wasn’t for him… who was it for?
his jaw tightens as he stares into his regretful expression on his phone screen, don't look, don't look, don't look—
"hngh-" sylus was crammed in a small bathroom stall, his fingers wrapped around his length, slicking up and down as his blurry vision stared at the photo. "s-so pretty..."
whispering sultry praises, making his fingers tighten around his cock, he had no choice but to get in the bathroom when he found out the pictures were, indeed, for him.
using an excuse saying it was for someone else, when in reality, there was no one else, was the dumbest you could be. it was just him and you, and he knew you knew that too.
sylus stared at photos of you with your legs spread open, wearing revealing lingerie that could break a man in a second if they saw it. you looked so good. so fucking good he wished his head was between your thighs, eating you out like a five course meal; tasting what he’s been craving for years—
“fuuckk-”
letting his screen black out, sylus rested his forehead against the bathroom stall, panting heavily as he stroked himself—languidly. sylus’ throbbing balls pulsated harder, making him wince before he sucked in a breath, letting a dragged groan slip out of his lips.
fuck, he was so fucked.
but just when he thought it was over, as sylus was getting ready to leave the bathroom, another text from you made him stop in his tracks.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden haze over the jagged cliffs of Elbaf. The island’s terrain was as unforgiving as its reputation, with rocky paths winding through towering forests and steep inclines that seemed to mock your stamina. At just over five feet tall, you felt like an ant trudging through a world built for giants. Your legs ached, your boots were caked in mud, and every step sent a dull throb through your calves. Hours of walking had left you teetering on the edge of collapse, and the weight of your pack seemed to grow heavier with every passing minute.
Ahead of you loomed Loki, the infamous giant prince of Elbaf, his colossal frame dominating the landscape. At sixty-seven meters tall, he was a walking mountain, his presence both awe-inspiring and intimidating. His long, magenta hair swayed in the breeze, the twin braids framing his face neatly while the rest spilled messily down his back. Bandages wrapped tightly over his eyes, giving him an air of mystery, though you’d learned by now that he didn’t need sight to navigate the world with unnerving precision. His massive steps shook the ground, yet he moved with a grace that belied his size, each stride deliberate, almost performative.
Loki’s personality was as towering as his stature. Arrogance dripped from his every word, his sharp tongue weaving taunts and clever quips with ease. He reveled in trickery, delighting in outsmarting anyone who dared cross his path. There was a cruelty to him, too—a penchant for toying with others, pushing their limits just to see how far they’d bend before breaking. Yet, in the weeks you’d traveled with him, you’d glimpsed something else beneath the surface: a flicker of compassion, rare and fleeting, like a star obscured by storm clouds.
“Keep up, little mouse,” Loki called, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. He didn’t turn to look at you, but you could hear the smirk in his tone. “Or do you plan to collapse and make me carry you like some fragile trinket?”
You gritted your teeth, forcing your legs to keep moving. “I’m fine,” you huffed, though your voice betrayed your exhaustion. “And I’m not that small.”
Loki chuckled, a low, resonant sound that vibrated through the air. “Oh, but you are. A speck, really. I could flick you into the next island with a twitch of my finger.”
You rolled your eyes, too tired to muster a proper retort. The banter was familiar by now, a strange rhythm you’d fallen into during your journey. You weren’t entirely sure why Loki had agreed to let you tag along—or why you’d chosen to follow a giant with a reputation for chaos. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the way his rare moments of kindness caught you off guard, like finding a warm ember in a pile of ash.
The path steepened, and you stumbled over a loose rock, catching yourself just before you faceplanted. A frustrated groan escaped your lips. Loki’s steps slowed, and for a moment, you thought he might turn back, but he only tilted his head slightly, as if listening to your struggle.
“Pathetic,” he drawled, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “Do humans tire so easily? Or is it just you?”
You glared at the back of his massive head. “I’ve been walking for hours, Loki. Not all of us have legs the size of trees.”
He snorted, a sound that sent a flock of birds scattering from a nearby tree. “Excuses, excuses. Perhaps I should leave you here to become bird food. They’d probably find you tastier than you look.”
Despite your exhaustion, you managed a weak laugh. “You’d miss me too much.”
Loki’s steps faltered, just for a fraction of a second, and you wondered if you’d imagined it. He didn’t respond, which was unusual. Normally, he’d fire back with some biting remark, but this time, he just kept walking, his massive hands swinging casually at his sides.
The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The air grew cooler, and your energy was fading fast. You’d been traveling since dawn, searching for a rumored artifact said to be hidden deep in Elbaf’s mountains. Loki had his own reasons for seeking it—something about proving his cunning to the other giants—but you suspected he was also chasing the thrill of the hunt. For you, it was a chance to see more of the world, to step out of your small life and into something grander.
But right now, grandeur was the last thing on your mind. All you wanted was to stop moving.
“Loki...” you called, your voice weaker than you’d intended. “Can we… rest? Just for a bit?”
He stopped abruptly, and you nearly collided with the back of his massive boot. He turned his head slightly, the bandages over his eyes making it impossible to read his expression. “Rest?” he repeated, as if the word was foreign to him. “You’ve barely made it halfway up this pathetic hill.”
You gestured at the steep incline ahead. “That’s not a hill. It’s a mountain, and I’m not built for this.”
Loki’s lips twitched, and you could tell he was fighting a smile. “Weak,” he muttered, but there was no real venom in it. He crouched down, the ground shaking as his knees hit the earth. Even crouched, he towered over you, his face level with the treetops. “Fine. Five minutes. Don’t expect me to coddle you.”
You didn’t have the energy to argue. Dropping your pack, you sank to the ground, leaning against a boulder. The cool stone felt like heaven against your aching back. You closed your eyes, letting out a long sigh. The sound of Loki shifting nearby was like the creaking of a ship, his massive form settling onto the ground with a low rumble.
For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of some unknown creature. You peeked one eye open, watching Loki as he sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees. His head was tilted slightly, as if he were listening to the world around him. The bandages over his eyes gave him an almost serene appearance, though you knew better than to trust that illusion.
“You’re staring,” he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence.
You flushed, quickly looking away. “I’m not.”
“Liar.” He smirked, leaning forward slightly. “What’s so fascinating, hmm? My stunning good looks? My overwhelming charm?”
You snorted, despite yourself. “More like your overwhelming ego.”
He laughed, a genuine sound that made your chest feel oddly warm. “You wound me, little mouse. And here I thought we were becoming friends.”
“Friends?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve threatened to flick me into the sea at least three times today.”
“Details,” he said, waving a massive hand dismissively. “I threaten everyone. It’s part of my charm.”
You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. Despite his arrogance, there was something about Loki that made it hard to stay mad at him. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to know when you were struggling, even if he hid his concern behind a barrage of insults.
Your eyelids grew heavy, and you stifled a yawn. The boulder was comfortable enough, but the thought of lying down somewhere softer was tempting. Your gaze drifted to Loki’s massive form, specifically to the curved horns protruding from his head. They were enormous, each one thicker than your entire body, curling gracefully like the branches of an ancient tree. An idea sparked in your mind, born of exhaustion and a touch of delirium.
“Loki,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Can I… try something?”
He tilted his head, the movement sending his braids swaying. “Try what? Don’t tell me you’re planning to climb me like some ambitious squirrel.”
You laughed weakly. “Not exactly. Just… trust me?”
He raised an eyebrow—or at least, you assumed he did beneath the bandages. “Trust you? That’s a bold request, coming from someone who can barely walk straight.”
“Please?” you pressed, giving him your best pleading look.
He sighed dramatically, the sound like a gust of wind. “Fine. But if you fall and break something, don’t expect me to play nursemaid.”
You stood, wobbling slightly, and approached his massive form. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his presence overwhelming in a way that made your heart race. You reached out, placing a hand on the smooth surface of his horn. It was cool to the touch, polished by years of wind and weather. The curve was gentle, almost inviting, like a natural hammock.
With a deep breath, you began to climb. It wasn’t easy—your arms trembled with fatigue, and the horn’s surface was slicker than you’d expected—but determination kept you going. Loki remained still, though you could feel his curiosity radiating like heat. After a few precarious moments, you reached the curve of his horn and settled into it, your body fitting snugly against the smooth, cool surface. It was surprisingly comfortable, the gentle slope cradling you like a bed.
“Well,” Loki said, his voice quieter than usual. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
You grinned, letting your head rest against the horn. “It’s perfect. Like a giant hammock.”
He huffed, but there was no malice in it. “A hammock. You’ve reduced the mighty Loki, prince of Elbaf, to furniture.”
“Comfy furniture,” you corrected, closing your eyes. The exhaustion was catching up to you, and the gentle sway of Loki’s horn as he adjusted his position was oddly soothing.
For a moment, he was silent. Then, you felt a subtle change in his breathing. It slowed, becoming deep and measured, the rise and fall of his chest like the tide. You realized he was doing it on purpose, keeping his movements steady to avoid jostling you. The thought made your heart skip a beat.
“Loki?” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.
“Hmm?”
“Thanks”
He didn’t respond right away, and you thought he might ignore you. But then, softly, he said, “...Don’t get used to it.”
You smiled, letting the warmth of his words wrap around you like a blanket. The world faded, and you drifted into a peaceful sleep, cradled in the curve of a giant’s horn.
When you woke, the sky was dark, speckled with stars. The air was crisp, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of pine and earth. You blinked, disoriented, until you remembered where you were. Loki’s horn was still beneath you, steady and unmoving. You shifted slightly, peering over the edge to see his face.
He was awake, his head tilted slightly as if listening to the night. The bandages over his eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, giving him an ethereal quality. His expression was unreadable, but there was a softness to it, a quiet contemplation you hadn’t seen before.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice low. “I was beginning to think you’d sleep through the entire journey.”
You yawned, stretching carefully to avoid slipping. “How long was I out?”
“Long enough,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. “You drool, by the way.”
“I do not!” you protested, though you wiped your mouth just to be sure.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his horn and sending a pleasant vibration through you. “Whatever you say, little mouse.”
You sat up, hugging your knees as you looked out at the starlit landscape. The mountains of Elbaf stretched endlessly before you, their peaks shrouded in mist. It was beautiful, in a wild, untamed way, and for a moment, you felt small but not insignificant. Loki’s presence grounded you, his massive form a reminder that even the smallest things could find a place in a world of giants.
“...Why do you let me stick around?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop it. “I’m just… me. I’m not a warrior or a genius. I slow you down.”
Loki was quiet for a long time, long enough that you thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, he spoke, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “You’re… persistent. Annoyingly so. And you see things others don’t.”
You frowned, unsure what he meant. “Like what?”
He tilted his head, as if choosing his words carefully. “You see me...Not the prince, not the trickster. Just… me.”
The admission caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. For all his arrogance and cruelty, Loki was letting you glimpse something real, something vulnerable. It was a gift, one you didn’t take lightly.
“I think you’re more than just a trickster,” you said quietly. “You’re… complicated. And maybe a little kind, when you want to be.”
He snorted, but there was no edge to it. “Careful, little mouse. You’ll ruin my reputation.”
You laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet night. For a moment, the world felt perfect—just you, Loki, and the stars. You leaned back against his horn, content to stay there a little longer, and he didn’t protest. His breathing slowed again, steady and calm, lulling you into a sense of peace.
The artifact could wait until morning. For now, you were exactly where you wanted to be.
@kyokikia -hii can i request sabo × fem!afab! bratty reader, and brat taming smut? i wanna be completely dominated by this man.
{𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀}
This oneshot is a 18+ only so read at your own risk
This oneshot contains the following: fingering, brat taming, rough sex, choking, praise kink, and more
DOM SABO x BRATTY FEM READER
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
BEWARE MY WRITING SUCKS!!!!
Masterlist
"Your mission is to seek out the revolutionary army's chief of staff the flame emperor," Admiral Akainu said from his desk in front of you
"But sir how many times am I going to have to tell you I try but he always manages to escape" you complain to your Captain slouching back into your chair not really wanting to deal with Sabo of all people
"I don't wanna hear any complaints Miss Y/N it's your job you're a marine so you will obey my orders" Admiral Akainu snaps towards you not wanting to deal with your childish behavior at the moment
"Yea yea whatever old man" you huff rolling your eyes in annoyance
"Good now the last I heard he was spotted near {island name} your job is to bring him back dead or alive a pain in the ass like him needs to be locked up" Akainu growled squeezing the sides of his desk nearly breaking the wood
"Yes I know the routine Admiral" you huff lifting yourself from the chair you were sitting in
"Don't get pissed off at me if my mission doesn't succeed again" you say beginning to make your way out of his office
"Just get the job done Y/N," Akainu said as you shut the door of his office not letting him finish the rest of his complaining
This tends to happen almost all the time your sent an order to go hunt down the infamous Flame Emperor and it's literally the hardest job you have to do the little blonde fucker always seemed to escape you would be so close but the bastard loved to toy with you he would purposely turn himself in and then fucking laugh in your face after managing to disappear he loved to see your confidence go down the drain like some pathetic piece of hair and not only that he would always say the same annoying sentence
"Sorry pretty maybe next time"
Yea right, he knows damn well you don't have a fucking chance but does that mean your going to give up and give him that satisfaction no of course not, and besides hunting him down makes your job less boring.
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Your currently hiding on the island that Akainu told you were Sabo would be no patiently waiting for him to make a big commotion like he always does somehow almost burning down each damn island you come across with his freakish devil fruit powers
"Miss Y/N are you there" you hear from the inside of your marine coat pocket letting you know someone was trying to contact you from your mini Transponder snail
"Yeah I'm here," you say pulling the little creature out of your coat
"Admiral Aka-" Before the soldier could finish his sentence a big boom came from the left side of the island letting you know that Sabo was for sure here
"Sorry got no time he's here" you quickly say putting the snail back into your pocket and dashing off in the direction of the explosion
As you began nearing the sight there was fire everywhere literally everywhere why the fuck does the little shit have to be so destructive
Just as you were about to speed up your pace a person jumped in front of you causing you to stop in your place
"Well well well if it isn’t Miss Pretty Marine again" The man chucked his arms crossed over his chest one hand holding his signature pipe
"Yea yea it's not like I wanna be here" you growl in frustration rolling your eyes in annoyance not liking the way he's teasing you
"Awe come on Y/N don't be like that I know you missed me" Sabo laughed as he began slowly walking towards you
"Yea you wish" you snap crossing your arms over your chest your white button up tightening around your breast
"Mhm" Sabo hummed stopping right In front of you scanning his eyes over your body
"You know you're quite the rude woman," Sabo said beginning to walk circles around you as you fight the urge to punch him in the face
"Okay and what do you fucking expect me to do give you a pat on the shoulder and call it a day" you sarcastically snap at him your eyes following his every movement
"Miss Y/N you got quite the dirty mouth it's not very lady like" Sabo chucked stopping in front of you again
"Why yo-"Before you could finish your sentence the fucker cut you off
"Got to get going sweetheart see you later" Sabo quickly said before making a dash for it leaving you in your spot in utter shock
Maybe you won't bring this fucker in alive after all
You quickly dash in the direction sabo took off in trying to catch up with the annoying bastard
"GET BACK HERE SABO" you yell towards the man seeing his body come into view
"YOU WISH" Sabo yelled back laughing at your persistence
Just as you were about to catch up to him the fucker decided to jump inside the nearest building causing you to nearly trip over your own feet
That little shit you swore you were going to kill him
You quickly dash inside the abandoned building through the window causing the glass to shatter all over the wooden floors
"Well you sure do know how to make an entrance" Sabo chuckles from his spot he was sitting in a chair with one leg in his lap and his arms crossed over his chest
"Oh shut up and fight me already" you growl becoming impatient with the blonde as you got into your fighting stance
"As you wish" Sabo smirked getting up from the chair placing his pipe aside along with his hat leaving his blonde hair a mess
"I'm not holding back princess," Sabo said as he began getting into his fighting stance in front of you
"Nether am l" you snap giving him the biggest glare you could muster on your face
"Very well then," Sabo said flinging his right hand toward your face causing you to block his punch with your arm
"Well I see your Reflexes got better" Sabo smirks trying to land another punch your way causing you to dodge it
"Well I had to get stronger to catch your annoying ass" you growl swinging your leg up towards his face trying to land a kick but before you could he grabbed your ankle keeping your leg in the air
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble princess but you have no chance," Sabo said as he kicked your other leg out from under you causing you to land on your back with a loud thud
"Keep telling yourself that blondie" your growl quickly raising yourself up off the floor trying to land another punch on Sabo
"I gladly will princess" Sabo laughs in amusement grabbing your wrist and turning you around and putting you in a headlock causing your back to be pressed against his chest
"You know Miss Y/N I can't help but tell your hair's gotten longer" Sabo whispered in your ear causing chills to run down your spine
"Are you that obsessed with me that you pay attention to my hair growth" you snap landing a hard hit against Sabo's stomach with your elbow causing him to let you go
"What can I say Princess we haven’t seen each other in quite a minute" Sabo hums his eyes scanning your body
"Awe did you miss me" you chuckle trying to land a kick against his ribs
"What can I say you make my job less boring," Sabo said as he grabbed your leg pushing you to the ground so that he was above you trapping your arms above your head
"I can say the same thing about you" you breathlessly say your chest slightly rising up and down causing your breast to gently rub against Sabo's chest
"You know Miss Y/N I've taken quite the liking towards you" Sabo whispered his face inches from your own his breath lightly fanning your skin
"Is that so" you say looking over every detail across his face
"Fuck it" Sabo growled
"Wha-" Before you could finish your sentence Sabo's lips were on your own in an instant you quickly jerked away in surprise
"What the fuck" you growl looking Sabo in the eyes feeling surprised yet flustered seeing the sight of pure lust fogging his orbs
You both didn't say a word just stared at each other in utter shock your brain literally couldn't grasp what was going on
Before anyone could say a word Sabo's lips were back on your own you quickly accepted it letting your lips move in sync it started off slow but soon became heated you you let him take control he quickly let go of your wrists letting you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer
"Fuck princess" Sabo growled taking your bottom lip between his teeth
"You're fucking delicious" Sabo hummed placing his gloved hand behind your neck slightly lifting your head to kiss you at a better angle
Before you could tell him to shut up and kiss you his lips were back on your own in a split second the kiss being more aggressive than before his tongue entered your mouth out of impatience he opened your legs with one knee placing himself between your thighs his hard-on slightly rubbing against your clothed core
"You've been quiet the brat Miss Y/N I think it's about time I teach you a lesson," Sabo said as he pulled away slightly grinding his hips against your own sending electric shock up your body
"Fuck" you gasped slamming your eyes shut due to the pleasure
"don't you agree" Sabo smirks as he began trailing his free hand up your hip and towards your neck wrapping his long fingers around your warm soft delicate skin slightly adding pressure
You couldn't even form a sentence let alone focus so you just simply nodded your head agreeing with Sabo's statement
"Well this is a suprise look at you being a good obedient Marine" Sabo chuckles pulling his hand out from behind your head so he could rub his gloved thumb over your bottom lip his other hand still wrapped around your throat
"What should I do with you" Sabo asked his eyes scanning your body
"Why don't you be a good girl and listen to everything I say yea," Sabo said grazing your cheek with the same thumb that was just on your lips
What the fuck were you doing you could lose your job over this but you just can't seem to stop yourself all this built-up tension that you and Sabo have had over the last few years is flowing over and there's nothing you could do about it
You simply just nod not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying yes
"Come on princess I wanna hear that pretty mouth say it" Sabo chucked tightening his grip around your throat
Why that little shit he’s lucky you don't hate him right now
"Yes" you squeak turning your head to the side embarrassed with yourself
"Oh come on baby no need to be embarrassed" Sabo chuckled quickly standing up before lending down a hand for you to grab pulling you up off the ground
"Now Miss Y/N I want you to strip for me," Sabo said taking a seat in the chair from earlier taking his gloves off with his teeth
"But"
"No buts princess," Sabo said patiently waiting for you to take your clothes off
"Whatever" you mumbled slowly starting to unbutton your marine coat
"Good girl" Sabo said throwing his gloves on the floor placing his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in the palm of his hands getting ready to enjoy the show
You take your coat off throwing it on the floor before moving on to your white button up slowing unbuttoning it and taking it off leaving you in your bra
"Shit baby you really are pretty" Sabo groaned leaning back in his chair to adjust his position trying to loosen the tight grip around his cock from his pants
That sentence alone caused your heart to burst out of your chest deciding to ignore the feeling you quickly unbuttoned your jeans slowly pulling them down your hips making the situation slightly harder for Sabo
"Fuck baby" Sabo growled leaning his head back as he began rubbing his hard-on through his pants
"Come here," Sabo said as he patted his knee signaling you to come sit on his lap
You quickly obeyed his order slowly making your way toward him now standing in front of him
"Don't be shy baby sit down" Sabo smirks grabbing your hips spreading your legs so you could position yourself on his lap your legs on either side of the chair
"What should I do first," Sabo said as he began running his hands up your hips towards the curve of your breast slightly giving them a squeeze causing you to let out a small whimper
"You like that huh" Sabo hums trailing his hands back down your body and behind your back placing them on your butt giving both cheeks a good squeeze
"I bet you're fucking drenched" Sabo mumbled pampering kisses along your collarbone and neck as you let out a quite moan
"You sound as pretty as you look" Sabo mumbled trailing one of his hands back around your stomach and down toward your core
"Are you okay with me doing this?" Sabo asked looking up at you for consent
"Mhm" you hummed drunk off his touch
"Okay then" Sabo chuckled finally placing his fingers where you needed him most
"Shit pretty you are drenched" Sabo growled rubbing circles around my clothed clit feeling the dampness of your underwear you quickly grab a fist full of his shirt burying your face in his chest the scent of his cologne feeling your nostrils
"Fuck baby I can't get over you how come we didn't do this sooner" Sabo growled as he moved your underwear to the side slightly running his fingers through your wet folds making you jerk forward
"Fuck Sabo please I need more" you breathlessly say into his chest not being able to handle your arousel
"I don't know baby do you think brats deserve rewards" Sabo mumbled knowing damn what he was doing
"Yes please I'll be a good girl I promise" you whine against his chest gripping his shirt tighter hoping he would give you what you wanted
"Since you asked so nicely princess I'll do you this favor," Sabo said entering two digits into your core causing you to arch your back against him his hard cock slightly rubbing against your butt
"Fuck Y/N I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock" Sabo hummed slightly picking up his pace hearing your juices squash around his fingers
"Fuck Sabo you feel so good" you moan as you began to feel dizzy
"Fuck Y/N I can't wait any longer" Sabo said quickly lifting you up from the chair and towards the bed in the middle of the room
Sabo gently placed you on the bed causing your hair to sprawl out onto the blankets your legs slightly parted giving Sabo the perfect view of your clothed core
"Fuck Y/N you're absolutely beautiful," Sabo said removing his clothes so you weren’t the only one bare
Sabo soon made his way back above you sweat slightly layering his skin the sunlight shining through the windows making his skin glow
"I wanna make you mine Y/N I wanna be the only one to make you feel this way," Sabo said slowly pulling your underwear down your legs
"Fuck Sabo Ive always wanted you to make me yours why do you think I keep coming back" you whimper looking Sabo in the eyes
"Why do you think I keep running away princess I don't want you to catch me for a reason," Sabo said slamming his lips to your own his hand finding its way back to your core
"Fuck Sabo please do something already" you sob
"Your wish is my command" Sabo growled literally ripping your bra in half causing your breast to bounce free giving him the perfect view of your hardened nipples
"Are you ready baby" Sabo mumbled lining the head of his member against your opening
"Please sabo" you whimper wrapping both your arms and legs around him trying to pull him closer Before anyone could say another word Sabo gracefully slid his member inside you causing the both of you to let out a moan
"Shit Y/N your so tight and warm" Sabo groaned slowly thrusting in and out of you causing your body to slightly shake from the pleasure
"Fuck Sabo oh my gosh" you choke placing your face in the croak of his neck
"I know baby I know" Sabo growled as he began picking up his pace your skin slapping against each other feeling the small quite house with lewd noises
"Your the prettiest thing I have laid my eyes on" Sabo grunts leaning back from your neck so he could look at your pleasured face
"Your mine Y/N you understand that means no more being a fucking brat" Sabo growled wrapping his fingers around your throat feeling a sense of obsessive satisfaction coming over him
"Yes yes I understand" you choke as tears begin to form in your eyes due to Sabo's aggressive thrusting
"Fuck Y/N your such a good girl when your obedient" Sabo chuckled as he began aiming his hips upwards hitting that one spot causing you to let out a yelp your mouth falling open in pleasure
"Your face is so pretty when you're full of my cock" Sabo said releasing your throat pushing your hair out of your face so he could see you better
"Fuck Sabo l'm close" you moan beginning to feel the burning sensation you have been yearning for in your lower stomach
"Fuck baby me too" Sabo growled as he began to speed up his pace trying to reach his release causing your body to jerk forward with every thrust
"Fuck Sabo I'm going to cum" you moan once you felt your legs shake and the burning in your lower stomach becoming more intense
"Do it pretty girl cum all over my cock" Sabo growled before slamming his lips against your own
Once that sentence left his mouth the band in your stomach popped causing you to cum
"Fuck baby that was sexy just hold out a little longer I'm close" Sabo grunts speeding up his pace desperately wanting to reach his release
"Fuck baby l'm going to cum" Sabo said as he gripped the blankets beside your head releasing deep inside you
"Fuck baby your mine forever" Sabo groaned looking down at your face letting you see nothing but care and love fogging his eyes
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