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Morel x F!Reader Fic
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I'm working on a new fic, 2k deep in fact. I wanna keep the details a surprise for you all, but I havent decided on a meet cute / role for the reader yet. Which of these would you rather see? More details below the poll.
Who would you rather be?
Hospital Volunteer
Office Clerk
Novice Hunter
Other - to the comments!
Hospital Volunteer: After the Chimera Ant Arc, our boys need some serious TLC, and who better to give it to them than the cute hospital volunteer assigned to keep the heros comfortable. From changing bandages, serving meals, sorting fanmail or gifts, and maybe even sneaking in some contraband snacks, you're a source of comfort in a painful time.
Office Clerk: With Cheedle now in charge of the Hunter's Association, she's decided to overhaul the record keeping. With a mission as important and historic as the Chimera Ant Extermination, she wants proper paperwork and first hand accounts of exactly what happened. Unfortunately for her the Extermination Squad isn't about to push pencils without a fight. That's where you come in. Assigned to manage the case and ensure proper documentation, who could say no to the sweet little office clerk taking on her first big assignment? Pure wish fulfillment for my fellow office girlies.
Novice Hunter: A budding hunter with a freshly minted hunter's licence and the barest grasp of nen, you're eagar to learn under the dedicated tutelage of the legendary Sea Hunter Morel Mackernasey. You may not know your ass from your elbow just yet, but you make up for it with sheer determination. Who could resist your cheerful attitude and inexperienced charm? I've used this before and I'll use it again dammit!
Fair warning I will 100% abandon the poll results if there's a good enough suggestion in the comments lol
Reblogging for the evening crowd
I'm working on a new fic, 2k deep in fact. I wanna keep the details a surprise for you all, but I havent decided on a meet cute / role for the reader yet. Which of these would you rather see? More details below the poll.
Who would you rather be?
Hospital Volunteer
Office Clerk
Novice Hunter
Other - to the comments!
Hospital Volunteer: After the Chimera Ant Arc, our boys need some serious TLC, and who better to give it to them than the cute hospital volunteer assigned to keep the heros comfortable. From changing bandages, serving meals, sorting fanmail or gifts, and maybe even sneaking in some contraband snacks, you're a source of comfort in a painful time.
Office Clerk: With Cheedle now in charge of the Hunter's Association, she's decided to overhaul the record keeping. With a mission as important and historic as the Chimera Ant Extermination, she wants proper paperwork and first hand accounts of exactly what happened. Unfortunately for her the Extermination Squad isn't about to push pencils without a fight. That's where you come in. Assigned to manage the case and ensure proper documentation, who could say no to the sweet little office clerk taking on her first big assignment? Pure wish fulfillment for my fellow office girlies.
Novice Hunter: A budding hunter with a freshly minted hunter's licence and the barest grasp of nen, you're eagar to learn under the dedicated tutelage of the legendary Sea Hunter Morel Mackernasey. You may not know your ass from your elbow just yet, but you make up for it with sheer determination. Who could resist your cheerful attitude and inexperienced charm? I've used this before and I'll use it again dammit!
Fair warning I will 100% abandon the poll results if there's a good enough suggestion in the comments lol
Can you make a part 5 for joy ride? Plz it's such a good story
Aww thanks, I'm glad you like it. I do plan to continue writing Joyride, I'm just having a bit of writers block.
I'm currently working on a little side story to get back on the horse based on a different anon ask 👀
More to come, I promise!
Hi, checking in on you again. Hope your new year is going well! I’m snowed in at home so I hope you’re not lol, stay safe 🫶 xoxo
Hello dear anon, I'm doing alright I promise, despite what the radio silence may indicate lol
I'm actually getting a bit of writing done! It's not any of the projects I should be working on, but I hope y'all like it anyway.
I'm thankfully not snowed in, we only had about an inch here. Of course, where I'm at that may as well be snowed in cause everything is closed.
Lastly I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates. I've gotten very distracted with other creative projects. Also I have a bad habit of rambling in DMs about AU/ideas I'll never write rather than, you know, writing lol. My DMs are open if anything wants in on the ramblings.
Thank you for checking in 💕💕
Will you continue the "head over heels" fanfiction one day?👉🏻👈🏻
Absolutely! I have not abandoned the fic I promise!
Hi checking in! how’s it going? Hope you’re well!
Im alive I swear! I understimated how much time I'd need to take a break from writing, work has been super demanding, and now the holidays are upon us. I swear I'll write again but probably not until next year. Thank you all for your patience. 💕
Hi I couldn’t write to you cause I had to fix something on my account but I’m back! First I hope your break is going well! Second I loveddddd all the uvo works from kinktober! I was the one who sent the message about joyride pt 4 so so excited for the next part whenever it’s ready. 🫶
Thank you so much! I'm enjoying taking a little break from writing after doing so much of it during Kinktober. I promise I haven't abandoned any of my long fics, but I can't promise a specific date when I'll continue them. I'm excited to continue them too!
Omg I loved your Phinks x Feitan x Reader fanfic! Will you ever make a part 3? 🥹
Aww thank you! It was a lot of fun to write.
I have every intention of continuing Crossing the Line, but I need a break from writing after kinktober. I'm just not sure when I'll be updating it.
U are healing my daddy issues with all your Morel fics I love that old ass man 🫰
I'm happy to help dear anon. You know what they say, old man lust heals all wounds.
Kinktober Day 31 - Bonus Fluff:
Halloween Treat - Morel x f!Reader || 1.2k words || Kinktober Masterlist || Trick
AN: I wrote this back in August when I was trying to write smut for Kinktober. Enjoy some bonus fluff for Halloween after a month of smut <3
Synopsis: After meeting a cutie at a Halloween party, Morel shoots his shot.
Contains: tooth rotting fluff, brief mentions of drinking
Morel lined up another shot, pulling the trigger and letting out a chuckle as he hit his mark. He relished the dirty look he got from Knuckle across the crowded room as the nerf dart bounced off into the crowd. He wasn't really one for Halloween, and dammit if Knov, Knuckle, and Shoot were going to drag him to a costume party he was going to make sure he had his own fun as well.
The party was held in a converted warehouse, and it was packed. A DJ was stationed in one corner, an open long bar with several bartenders along the back wall, and a dance floor in the center.
His costume was rather simple, shirtless with a set of camo bib overalls. He wore a camo trucker hat with an embroidered crosshair over a buck. He completed the look with a nerf gun with six shots with a bandolier of darts across his mostly exposed chest.
Thus far, everyone seemed to get the joke of his costume, giving him a polite chuckle, which was annoying because he'd come up with a great cheesy line if anyone asked what he was dressed as.
‘I'm a sexy hunter, sorry, I forgot this was a costume party.’
Morel had been spending some time catching up with the other sea hunters, swapping the latest gossip and one upping each other with stories of their latest adventures. He held a far too sweet drink in one hand and his gun in the other, half listening to a surf story from Grachan as he started lining up another shot at one of his companions. This time he tried Knov again. So far he'd been an elusive target, difficult to spot and impossible to hit, but Morel was determined to get at least one bullseye on him over the course of the evening.
This time he was certain he'd got the perfect shot, aiming for the back of his head and once again pulling the trigger. Infuriatingly, Knov sidestepped gracefully, not even grazed by the dart. Embarrassingly, this meant the dart traveled on to a new target: you.
You were dressed in a short, tight, tawny brown dress with a headband of some kind. The dart hit you right between the eyes, bouncing off your forehead and off onto the floor somewhere.
“Damn dude, you better, like, go apologize.” Grachan suggested, nudging Morel’s shoulder.
“Yeah, alright. I'll be back,” he said with a sigh, handing off his drink before starting to head through the crowd towards his poor victim, caught in the cross fire.
As he got closer, he could make out more of your costume. The brown dress had fluffy fur trim at the top and waist, cut just low enough to show a bit of cleavage. The skirt was pleated and fell scandalously high above your knees, exposing soft looking thighs. You'd done your makeup with white freckles and a dark brown nose. You wore fluffy cuffs around each wrist and ankle, with brown heels. Your headband had fuzzy brown ears and a set of tiny antlers. Of all the things, you were dressed as a sexy deer.
You were standing in a loose circle with what were clearly your friends, sipping a beverage and chatting. As you was him approach, you gave him a coy smile.
“I've heard of shooting your shot, but come on, man,” you teased as he got within ear shot.
“Ah yeah, my bad. Was trying to shoot my friend, I swear.”
“What kind of asshole shoots nerf darts in a crowded party anyway?” One of your friends piped up.
“Come on, don't be mean. It didn't even hurt, I'm fine.” you insisted.
“No, she's right, I'm sorry.” he apologized again, feeling a little sheepish. He'd maybe been a little overconfident in his hunter abilities, didn't even consider that he might shoot anyone but his friends.
“What is your costume even supposed to be?” Another one of your friends chimed in.
“I'm a sexy hunter…”
“Yeah, but she asked about your costume,” you chimed in, quick as a whip and faster than he could get the joke out himself. He gave you a cocky grin. Just what sort of little deer had he shot?
“Well, I'm sorry again for shooting you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“How about a dance? Come on.”
Morel tried to protest, but how could he when you grabbed him by the hand and led him towards the central dance floor with a skip in your step. He tucked the nerf gun into one of the many pockets of the overalls and let you lead the way.
Morel wasn't much of a dancer, but with the close press of bodies on the dance floor, there wasn't much room for proper dancing anyway. He did his best to keep up with you and held his own okay.
You, however, were not at all shy. Your hands were all over him, especially his exposed chest and arms. You kept looking up at him with thirsty looks that made his chest pound and his mouth go dry.
This close up it occurred to him that he recognized you, he'd seen you around the Hunter’s Association building more than once, though he'd never talked to you. Right now he couldn't fathom why he hadn't; you were smart, pretty, and bold as hell, traits he appreciated in a woman.
Eventually, the DJ turned down the music to make a brief announcement.
“Alright, folks, it's your last call to enter the costume contest, we got over $500 worth of prizes up for grabs. Scariest, Sexiest, Most Creative, Cutest Couple, we got ‘em all people. Sign up at the front table by the entrance!”
“Come on, we should enter,” you suggested with a smile.
“What?” He gave you a confused look.
“Yeah for Cutest Couple, wouldn't it be funny if we won?”
Morel let out a chuckle, how could he say no to you? “Yeah sure, why not?”
Soon enough, your number was being called and the two of you were walking across a small stage set up for costume judging. Well, he was walking, you were doing a cute little deer trot to really sell your costume, and he decided he may as well follow your lead if you were going to be extra. He whipped out his nerf gun and fired. A foam dart bounced off your butt, making you yelp. The crowd let out a hearty laugh as you turned and smacked him in the chest, both of you laughing all the while.
With your little bit of theatrics, the two of you managed to pull second place for couples costumes, despite literally learning each other's names while writing them down on the contest entry form.
The prize was a gift card to a nice restaurant downtown.
“Well, looks like you owe me a date, now, huh?” You said as the judges handed Morel the gift card.
“It seems like I do, my deer.”
Kinktober Day 31 - Costumes:
Halloween Trick - Uvogin x f!Reader || 4.6k words || Kinktober Masterlist
More Monsterfucking: Virgin Monster • Tentacles
Synopsis: You hook up with a handsome devil at a Halloween party, but could there be more to his costume than meets the eye?
Contains: Halloween Costumes, Demon AU, Hook-up, Mild Exhibitionism, Blasphemy, Brief Drug Mention, Vaginal Fingering, Monster-fucking, PiV, Creampie, Marking
Halloween. All hallows eve. Devil's night. A night where anything could happen, and you had every intention of living it up.
You wore a delightfully sinful outfit. Fishnets with cross patterns embedded in them and thigh high black boots with platform heels. You'd had to spend ages practicing walking in them, but the resulting sexy strut was more than worth it. A tight black dress with two thigh slits so high you'd had to buy a special thong to wear underneath it. The dress had little spaghetti straps to hold it up, and a plunging neckline to show off your bust. The nipple pasties you wore did little to make you feel less like you were about to pop out of your dress, which added a bit of a thrill to your outfit. Around your neck, you wore a white pointed swallowtail collar with black crosses embroidered on each side. And to finish it off, a little nun hat, the kind with the white headband and black backwards veil thingy, you had no idea what they were actually called. Not that it mattered. All that mattered was that you looked hot as hell and highly blasphemous. Perfect for a Devil's Night Rave at your favorite club.
You Ubered downtown, joining your little group of friends outside the club. They were also dressed just as provocatively, from a classic sexy black cat to a timely slutty version of the latest blockbuster superhero. You'd frozen your ass off waiting in line outside, but you could hear the bass thumping through the wall, and the thought of the wild party happening inside was enough motivation to get you through the wait.
Once you got inside, it was nice and warm from the sheer number of moving bodies. The music was loud and the dance floor crowded. You joined the throng, losing yourself in the music and the press of dancing bodies around you. You'd started off as a tight little group, but soon your friends all found someone cute to dance with and split off one by one to make a new connection. There was a reason you’d all arrived separately: you had every intention of leaving separately too, and definitely not to go home alone.
The trouble was, you just weren't finding anyone to strike your fancy. There had been attempts, sure. A cutie dressed as Sherlock Holmes, complete with deerstalker, had ended up just too sweet for your tastes that night. You'd had to all but fight off a creep in a pickle costume, the bouncer had ended up kicking him out, actually. A bold man in a sexy Shrek costume had almost won you over, but he ended up being a terrible dancer. You just kept striking out, and it was getting late into the evening, well, morning by that point.
You let out a sad sigh, leaning against the bar while you sipped a bright red cocktail with dry ice smoke frothing off the top. Maybe you'd end up going home alone after all, maybe you wouldn't have some wild story to tell the girlies in the group chat in the morning. You'd all but given up hope, when you spotted him.
Honestly you weren't sure how you hadn't spotted him: there was an 8 foot tall demon in the damn club. He towered above the crowd, his costume elaborate and lifelike. His skin was painted a devilish red, two long black horns emerged from his shock of spiky silver hair, and his face bore ridged prosthetics that gave his already sharp, handsome features an unearthly air.
The two of you met eyes for a moment and you gave him a coy wink.
Apparently that was all the invitation he needed. The crowd parted around him as he made his way through the club towards you. Even the drunkest of party goers seemed to instinctively move out of his domineering path. Something in the way he approached, eyes still locked on yours as he carved a direct and unyielding path through the other bodies, sent a shiver down your spine. It shouldn't have been possible, to move through a crowded club with the ease that he did, but you figured wearing the world's coolest costume got you certain perks.
As he approached, you could see the rest of his outfit, and it was just as intricate as the part you could see above the crowd. He was shirtless save for a furry black cape, you could only dream those red-painted muscles were the real deal, but even if they weren't the illusion was still enough to get you hot under your nun collar. You could now see where his height came from, he was wearing some of those illusion stilts that made his legs look like furry faun legs, digitigrade and ending in shiny, jet black hooves.
“Ah, sister. Do you have the time for a sinner like me?” He joked, giving you a Cheshire grin, revealing large canines.
You blatantly raked your eyes up his body, from his thick hairy legs, over his definitely real six pack, his broad shoulders, and finally his demonic face.
“For you, I have more than just time.” You gave him another wink. His smile grew impossibly wider at that. You introduced yourself, and asked his name.
“Uvogin, but you, sweetheart, can call me Uvo.”
“Hmm, Uvo. What's a demon like you doing in a place like this anyway? Don't they need you down in hell, punishing sinners?”
“It is devil's night after all, tonight I get to come up here and punish sinners. Tell me, sister,” he leaned down, his breath hot on your ear, “are you a sinner?”
“God, yes,” you answered, reaching out a hand to run through the thick fur of his thigh. He let out a low growl at that, his own clawed hand finding your hip and giving you a gentle squeeze.
“Why don't you come show me then.” he whispered, then licked a hot stripe from your collar up your neck, ghosting his long canines over the shell of your ear.
You nodded, setting your half finished drink on the bar and allowing him to lead you away through the crowd. It took you a moment of confusion for you to realize he wasn't taking you towards the club's exit, but rather deeper into the building to the VIP lounge.
The bouncer for the lounge didn't even bat an eye as Uvo lifted the velvet rope for himself and started up the flight of stairs to the loft above the club. He turned back towards you.
“Stay here for me, won't you?”
“Of course,” you nodded, though you were a little disappointed your new friend was leaving you behind. He was too much of a catch for you to want to part ways so soon, but surely he'd be back quickly.
And he was. But not before a wave of party goers all but fled down the steps of the VIP lounge, fear clear on their faces as they walked or stumbled out into the crowd. You didn't have much time to wonder what kind of strings Uvo had pulled before the man himself reappeared before you.
“Sorry about that. Just wanted a bit of privacy.” He winked at you, reaching out a hand for you. You accepted it, allowing him to guide you up the stairs into the VIP lounge.
You'd never been up to this part of the club, never been important enough to be invited or wealthy enough to bribe your way in. Of course, you weren't sure you were getting the right impression of it now, as it was a complete ghost town. There wasn't a soul left up here besides the two of you, even the bartenders had left, and apparently everyone had left in a rush. Drinks left half drunk scattered around every surface as if the party goers had dropped everything to leave. There were even bottles of pills and a line of coke abandoned on a mirror on a coffee table: it was surreal.
However, you didn't have long to ponder what had happened. Uvo had found himself a spot on one of the cushy black velvet couches overlooking the club through a panel of tinted windows. He gestured you over with a big red clawed hand, two fingers curling in a come hither motion that had your mind in the gutter. You obeyed happily.
You went to take a seat beside him on the sofa, but he gripped you by the hips and instead guided you to sit in his lap. His fur was soft against the skin of your thighs through your fishnets, his chest radiating heat onto your back through the thin fabric of your costume dress. He wrapped his muscular arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Such an eager little sinner aren't you, sister.” He all but purred against your neck. He seemed to relish the contrast between your costumes, and the contrast between your heavenly inspiration and sinful intentions.
“Mmm, yeah.” You agreed, “I'm all too eager to sin for you, Uvo,” you answered, using the same lusty tone to emphasize his name he used for your little nickname. This earned you two hands firmly grasping your hips and a long, rough grind against your ass. You had no idea how this was going to work with his crazy costume in the way, but you figured you were about to find out.
He slid his hands down from your hips to your inner thighs, encouraging you to spread your legs in his lap. You ended up with your stilettos digging into the soft fabric of the sofa on either side of his knees, the flaps of your slitted dress dangling between your legs. He wasted little time in snatching the fabric out of the way, tossing it over one of your thighs, before hooking a clawed finger into the crotch of your fishnets.
You could hear the pops as you felt the delicate lattice torn apart, sliced open across your core, exposing your tiny thong. He tugged your panties out of the way, running thick claws fingertips through your wet folds.
“Mm, wet for me already, dirty girl?”
“Yeah, not every day some sexy demon sweeps you off your feet.”
“You like being spread open like this, in front of the windows?” he asked as one of his fingers nocked against your needy hole. He teased you, just barely pressing into you, then out again.
“Y-yeah,” you admitted, squirming your hips in his lap, desperate for more friction.
“Someone could look up here and see you spread wide for me, see this sweet little nun getting fingered by a big bad demon,” he chuckled, “bet you love the risk of getting caught don't you, sister?”
“Mmm, yeah.” You nodded, getting wetter at the thought now that he'd pointed it out. It was depraved, positioned like this where anyone could catch a glance. They wouldn't know who it was through the tint, but the pose was unmistakable.
Uvo finally pressed his thick finger into you properly, and you let out a low moan as his claw dragged, dull but textured, against your velvety walls.
“You really are a sinner, letting a stranger finger you just minutes after meeting him.”
“Yeah, but you're like, really h-hot,” you panted, his finger brushing against just the right spot.
He let out another dark chuckle at that, though he didn't miss the way your voice broke when he pressed in that specific spot. He curled his finger, using a come hither motion to press into it again and again, making you twitch and writhe in his lap. You feel him harden in response, and he must have slipped out of his costume because his precum was soaking through the back of your dress.
The hand that wasn't knuckle deep in your pussy found its way into the top of your dress, pulling your breasts out of the plunging neckline and peeling off the pasties. Exposed for him, he alternated between your nipples, tugging and rolling them, more deftly than you could have expected for someone wearing prosthetics all over their hands. Not that you were complaining, his ministrations on your breasts were just adding to the heat pooling in your core, your orgasm building under his deft touch.
You continued to squirm in his lap, grinding back against his impressive length pressed against your ass. His mouth was roaming your neck, nibbling your earlobe, then tonguing your earhole, then suckling a hickey into your neck. The sensations were overwhelming, and all the while you had a perfect view of the oblivious crowd below, the party still vivacious despite, or perhaps because of, the late hour.
When his thumb found your clit, you knew you weren't going to last much longer. He rubbed rough circles in time with the finger pumping in and out of you, rubbing your g-spot and clit in tandem in a way that had your eyes rolling back and your breath hitching.
“God, Uvo, please don't stop. God, that feels good.”
“God has nothing to do with this, dirty girl,” he joked, before picking up his pace.
The increase in tempo was your undoing, your orgasm overwhelming you. “Oh fuck, Uvo,” you cried out, pressing yourself back against his firm chest as you rode out your high. Your pussy pulsed and fluttered around his thick finger, eager for more. Pleasure radiated from your core all the way down to your toes, waves of it washing over your body as he fingered you through your aftershocks. When you finally came down from your high, he gave you a brief respite from sensation.
“You feel good.”
“Mhmm,” you nodded dreamily.
“Ready for another? I'm gunna get you good and ready to take me.” He promised.
“Yes. Please yes.” You begged, and at this he pressed a second thick red finger in beside the first one. He scissored them inside you, stretching you out in preparation for what was to come. His thumb once again rubbed against your clit, sliding side to side while his fingers pumped in and out. The stretch felt amazing, but you could tell from the pulsing length pressed against your back that it still wasn't enough. As if reading your mind, Uvo soon slipped a third finger into you, gently stretching your hole.
His thick fingers already filled you up deliciously, the ridges of his knuckles and claws pressing into your gummy walls. The texture was maddening, rubbing you in all the right places all at once, all while his thumb teased your clit and his other hand teased your nipples. You thrust against his hand and he pumped into you, desperate for more friction. Your second orgasm built up fast, pleasure gathering to a peak under his masterful handiwork.
It was all too much. You came almost embarrassingly quickly after the first, body all too eager to get off on a stranger. You could feel your wetness sloppily dripping around his fingers as your pussy pulsed around them, tightening around him for dear life as your cunt squeezed out every last ounce of pleasure.
“You really are such a perfect little slut,” he cooed against your neck, “riding my fingers like a good whore.”
You hummed happily at his fucked up praise. You almost couldn't believe you were doing this, fucking a stranger right after meeting them, but with the way he was making you feel, you had no regrets.
“Say it for me. Tell me you're my good little sinner.”
Your face flushed at this, but you obeyed. “I'm your good little sinner.” You repeated.
“I couldn't have asked for a better offering.”
Your mind was too clouded with pleasure to really question what he meant by that. Clearly, he was pretty into the role play aspect of your debauchery. You couldn't care less, aftershocks still pulsing through you as you leaned heavy against him. As good as his fingers had felt, you couldn't wait to feel his cock.
You gently pushed against his wrist, guiding his hand out of you with an obscene wet noise as his fingers slid out. Free to move once again, you hopped out of his lap, eagerly returning to face him with every intention of climbing directly on his dick as fast a possible. However, one look at it had you frozen to the spot.
It was red. Bright demon red. Red and ridged and demonic as the rest of his costume. Rather than a waist band of furry pants pulled down to reveal it, the girthy member sprung forth directly from amongst the fur. You reached out experimental hands. One slid into the fur on his thigh, digging deep through the thick hair until you reached, not fabric, but warm skin. The other gripped his demon dick, giving it an experimental stroke. It was covered in ridged panels, almost like a suit of armor, with a thick row of bumps on the top and bottom. Running your hand over them, it was all too clear from the way the panels stretched and the velvety skin moved over the bumps that this was no prosthetic or dildo or makeup or anything else.
You looked up at him, finding him once again with a Cheshire grin on his face. He knew what you knew.
You now knew this wasn't a costume.
You took a step back, butt bumping against the window overlooking the dance floor.
“Aww, come on, sister. A little late to be afraid of me.”
“B-but, y-you’re a…”
“A demon, yeah.” He flicked his tongue out at you, and you could see it was forked.
“Bu-but you said you were here to punish sinners.” You pointed out, remembering your brief conversation at the bar.
“Right, I also called you sister like you were a real nun. Just having a bit of fun here, sweetheart.”
“So you're not here for my soul?”
“I'm here for your pussy.” He said bluntly, reaching out and bumping a clawed finger against your mons for emphasis.
“But, but how?”
“Someone drew a summoning circle in the bathroom.” He shrugged, “They ran off once they realized it actually worked. I figured I had a few free hours on Earth, what better way to spend it than with some slutty nun?”
“So-so that's why I was so eager to sleep with you? Some sort of demon power?” You asked, beginning to piece things together.
He let out a deep, barking laugh at that, “Oh no, sweetheart, that was all you. I didn't even have to try with you. Guess you're just that desperate for demon cock, huh?”
“I-I shouldn't, this isn't, I…” your mind was racing, going a million directions at once. Demons were real, and you'd just gotten off in one's lap. You should run. You should run, that was the reasonable thing to do. And yet you took a long look at the thick, red, pulsing cock and hesitated.
Surely there was demon magic involved here, because damn did you want that thing inside you.
“Come on, sweetheart. I'm not gunna hurt you, we both want the same thing. Just a bit of fun for Halloween.” He coaxed you, reaching out one of his big hands and gently placing it on your hip.
“But you're a demon…” you protested weakly, allowing him to pull you just slightly closer to his lap, your eyes still glued to the monster cock you knew you shouldn't want.
“You've never felt anything like it. Fills you up, rubs you in all the right places,” he gave his length a slow stroke with his free hand, fingers bumping over the lumps and ridges in a delicious way that had you imagining exactly what it would feel like inside you.
“Come on. No strings attached, just a good lay for such a good girl.” He offered.
Fuck it. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You knew the second you laid eyes on him that you were going to fuck Uvo, and nothing had changed.
You climbed into his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, as you pulled your clothes to one side.
“No strings attached? No spooky demon nonsense?” You asked, lining yourself up with his cock.
“Just a good lay.” He grinned down at you, cupping your face and running a thumb across your cheek in a move far too tender for a monster like him, “just a night you'll never forget.”
With that, you sank down onto his length, letting out a moan as his thick, girthy cock stretched you even farther than his three fingers had. He had been right too, the way the panels and bumps felt inside you was beyond what you could have imagined. He let you take your time to get used to his size as you slowly, oh so slowly, sank down onto his massive cock. He was almost too big, his girth almost painful at first as you took him in. However, the texture of his cock was distracting enough to keep you going deeper. Each pair of bumps on the top and bottom stretched your tight hole as they pressed into you, giving a unique sensation you'd never felt without a toy before, as if you were being pushed into for the first time over and over as you took him down to the hilt.
Once you'd finally bottomed out, you sat in his lap for just a moment, appreciating the feel of being so, so full of his hot pulsing length. You could feel yourself finally start to acclimate to his size, stretched out in only the most pleasurable of ways.
“You ready for me?”
“Y-yes.” You panted, going to rise back up to begin riding him.
He chuckled darkly, “no, you're not.” Was all the warning he gave before you gripped you by the hips and started absolutely hammering into you.
You let out a moan that rivaled the volume of the music from downstairs, head tossed back and back arched as you struggled to regain your composure after his sudden onslaught. If you thought the bumps and ridges of his cock were a lot while going slow, they were heaven and hell while being pounded. It felt like there were a dozen of his clawed fingers inside you, each pressing in a different direction as they pumped in and out of you. The bumps along the top of his cock were especially potent as the slid along your g spot over and over, each rubbing it in turn in a never-ending cascade of pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck, Uvo,” you panted, trying and failing to keep pace with your own thrusts downward as he fucked up into you. You gripped his arms for support, struggling to support your own weight as your knees started to give out, which only dropped you deeper and harder onto his cock.
“My good little sinner, taking my cock so well.” He praised, letting go of one of your hips to once again swirl a thumb around your clit. He had impossible strength and stamina, able to all but lift your body with one hand on your hip, his own thrusts never breaking his brutal rhythm as he didn't seem to tire at all. Completely lost in the sensation of him, you had no idea how long you spend bouncing on his cock, orgasm building and building as you rode his girth and ridges and bumps and took his clawed fingers on your clit. The music seemed to dull, the lights dim, the thump of the bass fell away as everything recentered itself around your pulsing core and the pleasure building within you.
Slowly but surely you could feel his cock twitching inside you, his breath hitch and his chest heave under your roaming hands. He didn't lose his rhythm, but you could tell he was getting close nonetheless. His eyes burned like the last embers of a fire, glowing in the dim light of the club as he grinned down at you.
“I'm gunna fill up this slutty cunt of yours,” he stated rather than asked, “gunna cum so deep inside you, you'll never forget me.”
“Oh fuck yes,” was all you could manage to say, braindead from the brutal fucking you were receiving. Your own climax was building fast again, pussy pulsing, milking him, encouraging him to fill you up.
You let out a cry as your orgasm finally overtook you, and he matched it with his own, deep, deep unearthly growl as he tumbled over the edge along with you. Your cunt squeezed tight around his knobbed cock as pleasure tightened every muscle in your body. You convulsed, losing control of yourself as you chased your high, chased the perfect feeling of absolute pleasure, heedless of its demonic source.
You felt his clawed fingers scratch across your lower back, the pain mixing with the pleasure and bringing you to even greater heights. Your vision tunneled, static eating at the edges of your vision as you struggled to breathe, his hips still pounding into yours as your mixed releases dibbled out of your abused cunt. He was still hard as a rock inside you, and you felt no signs of his dick softening.
Uvo grinned down at you, “Hope you're down for more than one round, cause I intend to use every second I have left in this realm destroying this pussy.”
The next morning, you woke up in your own bed, still in your nun costume. No memory of how you'd gotten home from the club, but plenty of memories of what had occurred inside it. Or at least, what you thought were memories.
Surely you'd just had one too many of those weird fizzy red drinks. Maybe someone had spiked one with something. Maybe you'd taken something you shouldn't have while in the VIP lounge. Something must have happened to make a regular, slutty hookup with a hottie in a demon costume feel like a fucked up religious experience.
You dragged yourself out of bed, the pounding in your head just further evidence that your memory couldn't be trusted. You absently scratched your lower back as you headed for the bathroom, nearly tripping over your boots that lay in a crumpled heap on your bedroom floor. A shower would set you right, clean off the smell of alcohol and sex and give you space to think over the night until things became clearer. A shower would fix everything.
However, as you stripped off your little black dress and stumbled trying to pull your half shredded fishnets off your legs, you caught a glimpse of something off in the mirror above your sink. Something red and spindly on your lower back.
Once you managed to pull off the tattered remains of your stockings, you turned away from the mirror, looking over your shoulder at your back. What the ever loving fuck was that?
Memories came flooding back, of cumming together with definitely not a demon, of his long clawed hands slicing into your lower back. In the very same spot, there were now blood red symbols that looked very much like a series of runes tattooed into your flesh. He had marked you somehow, and in your bones, in your deep instincts you recognized these as a link, a tether to him.
But he had assured you there were no strings attached.
It occurred to you, far too late it seemed, that demons were liars.
You ran your fingers across the symbols, felt heat radiating from your skin like a sunburn. You had a feeling you hadn't seen the last of Uvogin.
Kinktober Day 30 - Sex Pollen:
Manicina aphrodisia - Morel x f!Reader || 4.4k words || Kinktober Masterlist
Synopsis: Your expertise in marine biology doesn't extend to rare coral species. Fortunately, the gruffest sea hunter on board the expedition can help. The side effects of the toxin require a hands-on approach.
Contains: sex pollen/aphrodisiac, dub con, enemies to lovers speed run, masturbation, multiple orgasms, PiV, creampie
It was a trip of a lifetime, the kind of opportunity that one becomes a researcher for. You and the rest of the marine biology department of York New University were headed to the tropics for three weeks of sun, sea, and the kind of research that could make a scientist's career.
Of course, being so far out from the University and in all but uncharted waters, the board had decided it was best to include some sea hunters along with the expedition, just to keep everyone safe and to do the actual sailing for the group. At first, this had excited you, meeting real hunters and seeing what they did. But then you'd actually met them. Or rather, met one in particular.
There were three of them, Grachan was a flirt, Liike was a sweetheart, but Morel… Morel fucking Mackernasey was a prick. He made it abundantly clear that he thought this whole expedition was too dangerous for the researchers attending it. That you all should have been back in your “cushy little labs” and the actual work should have just been contracted out in its entirety to the hunters. As if any of the research team would have missed this opportunity, despite the risks.
Of course, this was mainly just a small hiccup in what had otherwise been a beautiful and productive experience. You were getting data others would die for, all while surrounded by the most scenic coral reefs and untouched tropical islands you'd ever seen.
That day's dive, however, was a little different. Most of the team had opted to take a side ship and go on land to enjoy the beach and observe some sandpiper nesting grounds, however it was the full moon and that meant prime observation of lunar parrotfish and their mating rituals. You couldn't care less about some admittedly very cute birds, you were there to research fish and didn't want to pass up the day. To your relief, your side dive was approved by the board. To your dismay, it was approved with supervision from one very obstinate hunter who thought you shouldn't be in the water at all.
You did your best not to let it under your skin, however. For all that he was a jerk, he was also a professional, and he had always performed his responsibilities whether he complained or not. It also gave you some small ego boost to know that this was your dive, he was going where you wanted for your research. Not everyone could say they had a sea hunter in their back pocket for a day.
That was how you found yourself diving, circling a coral reef with Morel in tow. You had already spotted several of the rare lunar parrotfish and captured incredible video footage of the males crushing colorful coral in their powerful jaws and using it like colored sand to arrange in elaborate patterns on the seafloor to attract mates. This was the kind of behavior you had previously only read about in dated research papers with black and white illustrations. You were going to be the first to bring back actual footage of the behavior, and credit would be all yours. You were giddy, to say the least.
You were skirting around a large clump of coral, scanning the sea floor for more of the fine colored lines, when suddenly you couldn't see a damn thing. You'd gotten awfully close to a large pink brain coral as you'd rounded the reef, and it had abruptly released some kind of cloud in response to your proximity. It would have been a fascinating defense response if said response wasn't currently ruining your dive.
The particles were impossibly fine, and you could feel the grit against all of your exposed skin, burning like a vicious sunburn. You tried to fan the cloud away, swimming backwards from the reef, but in your blind state your flippered foot slammed into the seafloor. Pain rippled up your leg from the impact, making you gasp. Which of course was not a good thing underwater, you managed to lose your seal on your mouthpiece and drew in half a gulp of seawater, spluttering and coughing as the gritty water entered your mouth. The seawater has a strange, sweet aftertaste.
Suddenly, you felt something solid grip around your waist, and you were being hauled away from the reef at impressive speeds. Once the cloud cleared, and you stopped coughing, you looked back to see it was Morel, one strong arm around you while he powered through the water with an ease that would have impressed you if you didn't hate his guts.
Soon you were back at the boat, your coughing subsiding as you crawled back on board. The burning on your face has subsided, leaving you merely annoyed that your research dive had been cut short by your overbearing hunter babysitter.
“What the hell was that?” You asked, pulling your mask off to get a proper look at Morel.
“You seriously have no idea what just happened?”
“You ended my career defining research dive early, is what happened.” You snapped.
“You idiot.” He snapped back at you, “Fuck.” He cursed.
“Wh-what?” Your voice suddenly sounded small. For all that Morel never seemed to respect you and the other biologists, he'd never blatantly insulted you before. Something was wrong. You felt heat rushing to your face and neck, skin beginning to itch.
“Do you have any idea what that thing was?”
“A brain coral of some kind?” You asked more than answered. You weren't wrong, but you knew that wasn't the answer he wanted.
“Not just any brain coral. Do they not teach you this shit at your fancy schools? For fuck’s sake.” He cursed again, beginning to pace the deck, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Well, what was it then?”
“Manicina aphrodisia, Aphrodite's Delight.”
“Oh. Uh. Okay. Why do they call it that?” You asked, bringing a hand up to your chest. It was beginning to tighten, as if you had just run a mile and were struggling to catch your breath. You removed the camera strap from your neck, as it suddenly felt far too constrictive. You had a terrible feeling something was very, very wrong.
“Because its defense mechanism is shooting spores that are a potent aphrodisiac. Fuck, how could you be so stupid? You should have recognized that thing a mile away and steered clear!”
His words hit you like a ton of bricks. The heat in your face and neck was slowly traveling down your body, now making your shoulders tingle.
“I-I’m sorry.” You managed, distracted by the strange sensations overwhelming your senses. He wasn't wrong, surely this is the kind of thing a diver should have known, but his words were so harsh. Your heart was starting to pound, only increasing the tightness in your chest. You moved your hand against your collarbone ever so slightly, and even though your wetsuit, you let out a small gasp at the feeling. It felt like it sent ripples through your whole body, echoing down your chest and legs all the way down to your toes. It felt incredible.
Morel finally stopped pacing at the sound you made. “Shit, it's already kicking in.” He ran his fingers through his hair roughly, as if racking his brain for something, anything to do in this situation. You looked up at him dully, absently rubbing your collarbone and neck with your fingertips, enjoying the odd sensation flowing though you. It at least seemed to ease the tightness in your chest, allowing you to take in nice deep breaths.
“Alright. Come on.” He gestured for you to follow him as he headed into the fishing boat.
You stood up on shaky legs, doing your best to follow him. Your hands and feet felt like lead, as if all you should be doing right now was sinking to the floor. You could see how this would be an effective defense, if you had been underwater you would have simply wanted to lay on the seafloor and forget all about any coral.
Morel led you through the living area the group of you had spent the past few days in between dives, past the table you'd played cards at and the kitchenette where you'd stored your post-dive sandwiches. At the far end was a door, which he opened for you, revealing several stairs down into a darkened room, barely lit by small windows just peeking above the water level at the bow of the boat. He flipped a switch, illuminated the room ever so slightly more. It was a bedroom, though perhaps a little too literally. The room was basically just a bed, somewhat triangular shaped from the odd shape of the room itself. Your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of it. You immediately imagined crawling into bed next to Morel, the way his hands would feel against your sensitive skin, how it would send shock waves though you. The simple thought had heat pooling in your sex, flooding your mind with embarrassment. You needed him away from you. Now.
“You can ride out the worst of it in here,” Morel offered, backing out of the way so you could take the stairs down. “We’ve got several hours until the main group returns, you should be fine by then,”
“Right. Thanks. You should go.” Your voice was clipped, not annoyed so much as afraid of what was about to happen to you. You slipped past him, oh so careful not to touch as you went by, and stepped down into the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and immediately regretted it. The pressure of the mattress pushing suddenly against you, so very close to your pussy, had you letting out another lewd gasp. Fuck, that felt good, you had to fight the urge to grind yourself down against the bed. Your breathing became ragged as you denied yourself more stimulation. Your face was more than just hot now, it was beginning to burn, like pressing on a sunburn. Your heart hammered, blood rushing to your ears.
“M-morel?” You looked up at him, his silhouette darkening the bedroom door, unsure what you were even asking.
“Shit. You're gunna be okay, I promise.” He tried to reassure you despite the concern clear in his voice, “It'll only last a few hours. Just… Do what you need to do.”
With that, he closed the door, allowing you your privacy. You flicked the lights off, plunging yourself into the cool darkness, the room only lit by the thin windows above.
You crawled back into the bed proper, allowing the heavy feeling in your limbs to help you sink down into the mattress. The bed was little more than a thick foam pad on a wooden base, but it felt like heaven. Laying down, you could really feel the swaying of the boat, hear the water lapping against the windows above you. It almost would have been enough to rock you to sleep in different circumstances. But there was truly no chance of that now.
Your first order of business was to get out of your wetsuit. What had once fit like a glove felt restrictive, like a straightjacket against your heated flesh. You unzipped it and started to guide it off your torso. Your own hands sliding against your bare skin while you guided the fabric off your arm was almost overwhelming, you may as well have been trying to seduce yourself with all that touching. You almost forgot what you were supposed to be doing, stroking your hand up and down your arm and then across your bare chest, skin tingling everywhere your hand crossed it, burning with want where it was being ignored.
You eventually managed to strip down to the waist, naked beneath the wetsuit. You were struck by two conflicting needs, one to play with your aching nipples, to seek pleasure, while also needing to be free of the wetsuit, to relieve the stifling pressure on your legs.
Relieving discomfort won out for the moment, but you let out a moan as your hands slid down your waist, over your hips and down your legs, feeling yourself up as you slid the wetsuit the rest of the way off. It fell in a soggy heap onto the bedroom floor, and you flopped back onto the bed now that you were properly naked.
The cheap, rough cotton sheets stuck to your damp skin as you settled yourself into the middle of the mattress. The burning in your face and chest had dulled down into a throbbing hum, sending waves of strange sensation all the way down to your toes. Your body felt more alive than it ever had, every part of you calling out to be touched all at once. You squirmed against the sheets, letting out a groan at the delicious friction the textured sheets offered, sliding against your back. Even just that minimal contact sent pleasure through you. Whatever was in that Manicina was potent as hell, even just the feel of sheets on your back felt as good as a lover’s caress.
Of course, you weren’t satisfied with just squirming in bed for more than a few moments, soon your hands joined the fray, one hand traveling up, the other down. One took a nipple between two fingers. You let out a breathy cry as you pinched it and tugged gently. It felt like there was a string connected directly to your clit, pleasure thrumming down it like a chord played. Then your other hand found your clit and gently pressed a finger against it, sending pleasure back up towards your chest.
It only took seconds for you to cum. For the first time. And then a second. And a third. They were infuriatingly shallow, however, not as earth-shattering as your normal ones that took time to build up. You played with yourself for what felt like an eternity, rolling your nipples between your fingers, rubbing tight circles on your clit, then dipping your fingers into your dripping wet hole. You came over and over, lost in the feeling of it all, but still unsatisfied. You tried to chase your pleasure to greater heights, but found that you hit a wall, unable to press past it into more intense feelings. You wanted a tidal wave and were stuck in the kiddy pool.
Your fingers just weren't enough.
You needed a cock inside you. Hot and throbbing and dripping with precum. Needed someone to fill up your aching hole, to stretch you open and fuck you senseless and rearrange your guts. Needed to get pounded into the mattress until you saw stars, until you saw white, until you damn near saw God. You needed it so fucking bad, and there was really only one way to get it right now.
Morel.
You had to have Morel.
“Morel?” You called out. No reply. You called out again, louder. Nothing. Had he left you? Gone back out into the water? Left you all alone to your miserable fate, left you to rut hopelessly against your hand until the spores drove you to madness?
You dragged yourself out of bed, tripping slightly over your discarded wetsuit as you stumbled to the door. You entered the main living area and spotted him. He was sitting at the table with his back to the bedroom, headphones on with music loud enough for you to hear from where you stood. He'd been drowning out your noises, giving you some iota of privacy during this embarrassing experience. It would have been appreciated if you weren't currently so drunk on the thought of his cock inside you.
He flinched when your hand landed on his shoulders, and his head whipped around to look at you. You wish you could have seen his eyes through his sunglasses, known if his pupil were blown wide at the sight of your nude body, messy hair, flushed face. Unfortunately, he was as unreadable as ever, infuriatingly so.
“Morel?” You said again, and this time he removed his headphones.
“You shouldn't be out here.” He all but scolded, voice cold.
“Please, Morel. It's not enough. I need help.” You nearly begged.
“Get back in the bedroom. You can handle this on your own.” he turned away from you, starting to put back on his headphones.
“No, please, I need more.” you insisted, gently placing a hand on his to prevent him from shutting you out again. You let out a small gasp at the contact. He felt so warm, so solid. You ran a thumb over his knuckles, relishing the texture. Your whole body thrummed with an increased need. He was so close, you swore you could smell him, could feel his heartbeat though his hand, could sense his presence charged in the air between the two of you. It was intoxicating.
“The others could be back soon. You need to get back in the bedroom.”
“I'll just fuck them too then. All of them.” You stated and you meant it. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs at the thought, though your better sense knew this would end the end of your research career. Being caught like this, fucking or even trying to fuck the rest of the team, you could never live that down. It would haunt all of your successes for years to come, and in your current haze you were unlikely to control yourself if the opportunity arose. You needed to fuck, and you didn't care what happened after that, and somewhere deep down that scared you. Your future was on the line, and you were completely out of control.
You needed help.
You needed Morel.
“You... Shit. You're serious.” He seemed to be coming to a similar conclusion as you were.
He stood, and the tent in his wetsuit was all too visible.
“Come on, let's take care of you,” he said, gesturing towards the bedroom door.
Relief flooded through you, and you all but ran back to the tiny bedroom. You flopped into the bed, turning back in time to see Morel gingerly closing the door, plunging the room once more into the dim light of the thin windows.
It felt like you were watching him undress in slow motion, his muscular form slowly, oh so slowly revealed to you. All the while he was apologizing.
“I was supposed to supervise that dive, this never should have happened. I can't let you jeopardize your career because of my mistake.” he said as he stripped his wetsuit off his thick arms and exposed his hefty pecks and chiseled lats.
He slid the tight wetsuit down his body, hesitating for a moment with it around his waist.
“I'm sorry it happened like this.” He reiterated, finally sliding it down and freeing his hard cock. You gasped at the sight of it, thick and heavy and girthy and God you needed it inside you so, so bad.
“I was gunna ask you out properly once we got back to York New.” He admitted, which would have rocked your worldview if you hadn't been so utterly focused on his cock.
The wetsuit finally fell to the ground, and he kicked it off his feet, leaving it in a wet heap next to your own on the bedroom floor. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, turned to face you. “I guess that ship has sailed though. I promise I'm only doing this for you. Even if I…” he trailed off.
You let out a whine, crawling over towards him, “Shut up and fuck me,” you insisted, and something in him seemed to snap.
“Stupid, stupid girl.” He growled, and suddenly he was above you, pinning your hands besides your shoulders. His cock was pressed against your core, sliding through your wetness as he ground his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation, at being so close and yet so far from being fucked senseless.
“This wasn't how this was supposed to go,” he continued, his voice deep and gravelly and in your ear just right as he pressed his face against your neck. He let go of your hands, one of his gripping his cock and lining himself up with your desperate cunt. He slowly began to press himself in, groaning against your throat as he did so.
“Fuck,” the both of you muttered under your breaths.
The slow stretch of him pushing his fat head deeper and deeper into you had your next orgasm building rapidly already. It was everything you had needed, filling you up so perfectly.
He pressed a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. The kiss of a lover, not a quick fuck. “I'm so sorry,” he repeated, before flicking his hips and burying himself to the hilt.
You let out a moan, “fuuuck, Morel. God,” you nearly screamed as you came already, your dozenth or so orgasm tearing through you. This time your pussy actually had something to pulse around however, and it felt incredible. After so many empty, shallow orgasms, this one had actual substance, and you had barely gotten started.
Morel had stopped moving, his hands with a death grip on your hips as he rode out your orgasm. His breath was ragged, brow knit as he waited for you to come down.
“Fuck, please, please move,” you begged, squirming in his iron grip, desperate for more.
He let out a low growl and after that your world became a blur of sensation and overwhelming pleasure. He pounded into your soaking wet pussy, setting an absolutely brutal pace that was exactly what your aphrodisiac wracked body needed. The feel of him hammering into you, the wet sounds of your pussy being violated, his thumb drawing rough circles on your clit, the heady smell of sex and slap of his balls on your ass. It had your eyes rolling back into your head as your orgasms began to hit after hit, rolling into one another until you were constantly convulsing beneath him, pleasure only ever increasing with no end in sight. You'd never felt anything like it, so utterly consumed by sex and pleasure and orgasm and his thick, thick cock in your needy pussy. Nothing else mattered, the world had fallen away entirely.
You had no idea how long the two of you existed in that limbo, that place of sheer pleasure. You knew distantly that he must have had impressive stamina, but time too had fallen by the wayside as the chemicals ran their course within you.
“Fuck. Fuck, God, you feel so good.” Morel had been panting his praises above you for the whole time, though for the most part your brain hadn't been in any shape to understand such petty things as words when there was a fat cock inside you. “God, I'm getting close. Can I cum inside you? Please, God, let me fill you up.”
This, however, did get your attention, the idea of Morel filling you up with his cum was suddenly the only thing on the planet that mattered.
“Fuck yes, oh Morel, I need it. I need you to cum inside me.” You begged, continuing to match his frenzied pace as you fucked each other senseless.
At this his pace began to impossibly quicken, distantly you knew you'd have bruises on your hips from how hard he was slamming into you, but you could hardly care as you felt another, massive orgasm building within you. “Fuck, I'm gunna cum too. Please Morel, I wanna cum with you.” You begged, and at this his hips spasmed, losing pace ever so slightly.
“Cum for me. Cum for me,” he nearly growled, thumb all but abusing your clit. His lips found yours, kissing you with desperation as he tried to hold off his own orgasm until you peaked in yours. Under his brutal onslaught it didn't take long, that coil inside you that had been winding tighter since you'd gotten sprayed in the face with spores finally, finally snapped.
You screamed Morel's name, muffled by his lips on yours, as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Almost as soon as yours hit, you felt heat radiating in your pussy as Morel reached his, pumping your needy cunt full of his cum. Your legs tightened, shaking and raising on their own accord, your hands had a death grip on his forearms, holding them for dear life, and your back arching off the mattress and pressing you up against his muscular chest.
Your orgasm built ever upwards, your body shaking and muscles tightening and vision tunneling and breath shaking, until suddenly it overwhelmed you entirely and there was nothing at all.
When you came to you were held close in Morel's arms, and when your eyes fluttered open you saw relief wash over his face. Pleasure was still thrumming through your body, aftershocks winding down.
“Hey, there you are. Had me worried for a second there.”
“Wh-what?” You asked, disoriented.
“You passed out for a few moments. I guess I fucked you right.” He chuckled, adjusting so you were laid out on his chest.
“Fuck. I've never cum like that.” You breathed.
“Yeah, I hear brain coral is a hell of a drug,” he teased, one of his big hands rubbing gentle circles on your back.
Post nut clarity finally let his earlier words sink in. “Wait, you were going to ask me out?”
“Yeah. Think it's a little late for that, though. That ship has sailed, right?” He sighed.
“Hm, well, I think it's the least you could do. Retroactively take me out to dinner first, you know?”
“Really?” He chuckled, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand.
“Yeah. I think you owe it to me.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I mean, if you insist,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
Later, when you returned to your dive gear on the back of the boat, you found the mouthpiece and goggles covered in the still drying spores of the Manicina aphrodisia, and grabbed yourself a sample. Safely sealing the swap in a sterile tube, you couldn't wait to experiment with synthesizing your own bliss for future dates with Morel.
Kinktober Day 29 - Webcam:
Crossing the Line Part 2 - Phinks x f!Reader x Feitan || 1.9k words || Kinktober Masterlist || Part 1
Synopsis: Even before the three of you can meet in person, things heat up for you, Phinks, and Feitan.
Contains: webcam/phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toys, drinking, m/m make out, brief Phinks x Feitan
AN: I'll like end up writing a part 3 for this someday, after Kinktober.
“How about a little taste for us, huh, baby girl?” Phinks grabbed the bottle from Feitan giving it a good chug. If the blond was anything like him, the alcohol was coursing through his veins, dulling his senses and glossing over all the sharp edges of the world.
“What, you want another show? For both of you?”
“Well, apparently he was listening last night.” Phinks pointed out. “Little freak.”
“Hmm, I dunno, that's kind of hot.”
“You're a little freak too, then,” he teased.
Meanwhile, you were walking through your apartment, background a blur as you headed from wherever you had been into the bedroom. The camera shook as you clipped it into the phone holder, then sat back on the bed.
Feitan grabbed the bottle back, taking a deep drink. This was really happening. This was actually happening. He needed all the courage he could get.
“You boys wanna see me?” You asked, toying with the bottom hem of your shirt.
“Yes.” They both answered in near unison. You giggled, and started to undress.
It was like a dream. Seeing your soft, secret skin slowly revealed as you lifted your shirt up over your head, as you slowly slid out of your jeans revealing your panties, as you reached behind you to undo your bra. You hesitated a bit, giggling again.
“You sure you're okay with this, Phinks. No turning back after this.”
“Yeah, baby, let us see ya.” He encouraged.
With that, you slid off your bra, revealing your bare breasts to both of them. It wasn't anything Feitan hadn't seen before, but it was way, way different like this. This time you knew, you could see the both of them, crowded around Phinks’ phone on the edge of the hot tub. This was intentional. You wanted Feitan to see.
The water around Phinks rippled as one of his hands disappeared beneath the surface. You continued your strip tease, sliding off your panties before laying back on the bed, positioning the camera to show your whole body laid out, point of view as if one was above you in bed.
You slowly spread your legs, hands sliding from your collarbone down over your breasts, past your ribs and hips before settling on your sex, spreading your lips wide for the camera, showing off your dripping wet hole for the both of them.
“Fuck, baby, you look good.” Phinks praised. Night had fallen, the lights above were dim, leaving his face mainly lit by the screen that felt all too small for the perfect view on it. They had both leaned in closer, and Feitan could smell the vodka on Phinks’ breath as he panted.
“So good,” Feitan agreed, his cock already aching to be touched. He hesitated for a moment, hands still grasping onto the edge of the tub, but then you slid two fingers into yourself and started fingering your tight little pussy for the camera, and Feitan just couldn't resist. He, too, slid a hand under the water, his actions hidden by the bubbles of the jets but all too obvious regardless. He freed himself from his boxers, gripping his throbbing cock. Both of them were jerking off to you, eyes glued to your body as you toyed with a nipple with one hand and fucked yourself with the other.
“Fuck,” Feitan breathed, eyes clouding with lust.
“Yeah, you like what you see, Feitan? Like watching me?”
He nodded fervently, “Yes. Much.” He agreed, stroking himself to the pace of your fingers, imagining it was him fucking into that tight little cunt.
“Get out your rabbit, baby, give us a proper show.” Phinks encouraged.
“Me? What about you two? What do I get?”
Phinks was taken back for a moment. “Well, what do you want?”
“Gimme a show too. I want something to get off to.” You say with a coy smile.
Phinks glanced over at Feitan, uncharacteristically unsure of himself. Feitan couldn't help but match the sentiment. They were both out of their depths here, but both needy for more of you.
“Make out for me?” You suggested.
“What, with him?” Phinks asked, as if it wasn't obvious.
“What, you wanna have a threesome but can't handle a little kissing?” You teased.
Feitan's mind was racing again, thoughts clouded by lust and vodka. He wanted you, wanted you bad. But his friend? That wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind. But he wasn't bad looking, for a man. I mean, everyone had a mouth, was it really so different to kiss a man? How far was he willing to go to please you?
Apparently, Phinks had less hesitation, he propped his phone up against the near empty bottle of vodka before turning towards his best friend. He reached out, gripping Feitan roughly by his long black hair at the base of his skull and pulling him in for a rough kiss.
Their teeth clacked together awkwardly, Feitan's neck craned uncomfortably to meet the taller man's lips.
“Yeah, that's right.” You praised, clearly enjoying the view, “you two look good together.”
At your encouragement, Feitan relaxed into the kiss slightly. Phinks’ lips were chapped, rougher than any woman's he'd ever kissed, and his actions were more aggressive. He’d heard of ‘battling for dominance’ in a kiss, but he'd never actually experienced it before. Neither of them wanted to come off as the weaker of the two, and so instead they clashed in a heated kiss. Lips pressed roughly together, demanding, seeking, eager. Their tongues met between their mouths, each looking to press into the other's first, to maintain control, to show off for you.
“Fuck that's hot.” You panted, Feitan could hear the wet sounds of your fingers in your pussy increase in tempo. You were enjoying yourself, enjoying the two of them exploring each other for the first time.
Water splashed against his stomach, and it occurred to Feitan that the hand that wasn't in his hair was still on Phinks' cock, stroking himself while they slid their tongues across each other's lips. It made his chest tighten in a way he never expected, never even considered about his best friend.
As Feitan was briefly distracted, Phinks took the opportunity to press his hot tongue into the shorter man's mouth. The blond was as rough as ever, forcefully exploring his mouth, vodka soaked tongue sliding against his own. He wondered if Phinks was as rough with you, if this was how you liked it, if the two of you kissed this fervently after being apart for days or weeks, was this what it was like to have someone kiss you after missing you for ages?
His own hand found its way back to his cock at that thought, at the idea of coming home to kiss you, an idea that felt so impossible just a few hours ago but now might actually come to pass. The three of you, making this work somehow.
Phinks bit his bottom lip, recentering his thoughts on the kiss at hand. Phinks slid his tongue out of his mouth, allowing Feitan the chance to explore the blond’s mouth in turn.
“Mmm, fuck. Are you both still jerking off? God, that’s good. I could cum just watching you two.” You encouraged them, apparently enjoying the show.
When the two of them finally parted, they were out of breath, lips flushed and swollen from each other's rough treatment, eyes clouded and pupils blown wide.
“Rabbit. You promised.” Phinks reminded you.
“Mm, alright, you boys have been so good for me, you've earned it.”
You leaned out of frame for a moment, there was the sound of a drawer opening and closing, then you returned with the toy in hand. You turned it on, pressing the button to turn it up a couple of times before spreading your legs wide and slowly sliding the toy through your folds.
“No teasing,” Feitan said, still breathing heavily from the make out, hand still stroking himself at the sight of you.
You giggle at that, “alright, alright.” You conceded, pressing the toy into your sloppy hole and letting out a moan as you took it down to the hilt. You whimpered desperately as the bunny ears lined up perfectly with your clit, teasing you in just the right way to make your toes curl.
“God, this feels even better with a bigger audience,” you admitted, gazing up at the camera with adoration as the toy buzzed away deep inside you. “Fuck, I'm not gunna last long.”
“You close for us already, baby girl? You know, we both wanna see you cum.”
You hummed happily, losing yourself in the sensations vibrating up through your body as the toy did its work and you played with your nipples. Your eyes never left the screen above you, watching the both of their faces as they stroked themselves, both of them so, so desperate to be there with you instead, to be fucking you senseless instead of rutting into their hands. The thought of them getting home, of having the both of them, was what pushed you over the edge.
“F-fuck. I'm. I'm gunna,” you panted, unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through you. You came with a cry, for once Phinks’ name wasn't on your lips as you came for two instead of just one viewer.
Phinks let out his own groan, unsurprisingly he was in sync with you. The blond pumped himself a few final times before his body jerked and spasmed, his free hand had a white-knuckle grip on the edge of the tub as he came, hard, into the swirling water around him.
While Phinks was stroking himself through his aftershocks, your attention turned to Feitan.
“You enjoying yourself, Feitan?”
“Yes.” He breathed without any hesitation.
“Mm, I can't wait to meet you in person. You excited too?”
Feitan nodded, starting to lose his rhythm as he imagined it, imagined being there with you for real.
“You gunna cum for me? I wanna see it. I wanna watch you.”
“F-fuck.” He cursed, his orgasm suddenly ripping through him at your dirty words. His eyes never left yours on the tiny screen as he pumped himself dry, mind consumed by thoughts of you.
“Wow…” you breathed, turning off the rabbit and pulling it out of yourself, the wet noises it made utterly obscene.
“Y-yeah, wow.” Phinks agreed, panting as he leaned against the side of the hot tub for support.
Feitan just nodded in agreement, still overwhelmed by his own orgasm.
“When will you be home?” You asked.
“A day or two. Depends on how fast we drive.”
“So a day,” you joked.
“Yeah,” Phinks chuckled, “I think so.”
“Definitely.” Feitan nodded again. He'd drive through the day and night to get to you faster.
“Well, thank you both, I feel amazing,” you hummed happily, “I gotta get ready for bed though, I've got work in the morning, and it's already late.”
“Get some sleep, honey.”
“Love you, Phinks.”
“Love you too, baby.” he said before hanging up the call.
The rain once again filled the silence between them, both standing in the sullied hot water without a word.
“We should sleep too.” Phinks finally said, adjusting his boxers before stepping out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel.
Feitan followed suit quietly. He wasn't sure what would happen after they sobered up in the morning, but one thing was clear, there was no turning back now.
Kinktober Day 28 - Webcam:
Crossing the Line Part 1 - Phinks x f!Reader x Feitan || 2.2k words || Kinktober Masterlist || Part 2
Synopsis: Phinks has a girlfriend and Feitan has a crush: you. After a noisy night on the phone, a drunken confession changes everything.
Contains: webcam/phone sex, non-con voyeurism, mutual masturbation, sex toys, male masturbation, drinking, mild dirty talk
"Yeah, baby, you like that?" Your voice came over the shitty speaker of Phinks' burner phone.
"God, yeah, you look so good." Phinks answered, his voice low and deep in that way he knew drove you wild. He was stroking his cock with his free hand as he held the screen close to his face to get a good look. He did his best to keep it quiet, his best friend was asleep mere feet away after all, but there was only so much he could do when you were being such a good little slut for him.
He'd gotten you one of those dumb stands meant to hold your phone while you doom scroll in bed, but it made for the perfect set up for you to cam whore for him while he was away on missions. He had a perfect view of you, laid out on the bed you normally shared, legs spread wide to show him everything while you fucked yourself stupid with a thick dildo he stole for you just for this. He could see the pleasure and embarrassment play across your face as you thrust it into your dripping wet pussy at the same rough pace Phinks normally used with you.
Feitan struggled to breath, eyes squeezed shut as he laid on his side, faced away from his best friend in his musty motel bed. He could hear everything, the way your breathing hitched, the dirty talk, even the obscene wet noises your pussy made as you fucked yourself for his best friend's pleasure. He knew he should have told his friend he was still awake when you started. He knew he should have offered to take a walk or shower or something, anything to give him a little privacy. But instead, he pretended to be dead asleep, not responding when his friend called over to him to check. Guilt ate at him over it, but lust had won out tonight. He was hard as a rock, though unable to touch himself without giving up the ruse of being asleep.
"Use the rabbit," Phinks ordered, clearly trying to keep his voice quiet despite his excitement.
"Oh, you really wanna see me cum tonight don't you?"
"Over and over baby, I wanna see you brain dead."
Feitan could hear you giggle at that, then the wet sloppy sound of you pulling out the dildo, then the distinct buzz of a vibrator that slowly muffled as you stuffed your cunt full once more.
Fuck, what he wouldn't give to be the one calling the shots. To tell you want to do with that perfect body. Phinks has always been one to overshare; he'd seen so many pictures of your pretty face. All it took was a bit of ribbing and Phinks would share every flirty and suggestive picture you'd sent, bragging and gloating about what a catch he'd gotten. Once, when he taunted Phinks just right, he was rewarded with a full body nude. It was burned into his memory, he could imagine you right now, and it made his cock throb with need.
You let out a long, low whimper as you swapped to the new toy, all while Phinks watched through the screen. He knew damn well it was your kryptonite, the way it filled you up with vibrations while the bunny ear attachment just barely teased your clit. Per usual, it had you panting and quivering in minutes, back arching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm rapidly built.
"Cum for me, baby girl." From Phinks was all it took to push you over the edge, body chest heaving and legs quivering as he watched your first orgasm of the night overwhelm you.
"Mmm, Ph-phinks," you whined as you rode your aftershocks with the vibrator still buzzing away deep inside you, still tickling your clit just right. Phinks had warned you to be quiet, but he couldn't exactly complain hearing you cum with his name on your lips.
Phinks could have watched you torture yourself with the rabbit forever, watched you overstimulate yourself into oblivion, but unfortunately he had a job to do in the morning, and that meant at least trying to get a decent night's sleep. The two of you wrapped up your little digital fuck session.
“I love you, Phinks.” you said with a blissed out smile, looking well fucked after cumming for him over and over for the past hour. Hearing those words from his perfect girlfriend never failed to make his heart ache, he wanted nothing more than to be at home with you, holding you close in the post orgasmic glow and falling asleep with you in his arms.
“I love you too, get some good rest, okay? Good night.” he responded, giving you a small wave before ending the call. Instead of warm in bed with you, he had to settle for quietly making his way to the dingy bathroom to clean up the cum all over his chest. When he finished his nightly routine and finally fell asleep, he had no idea he was the first one in the room to actually sleep.
Once he was positive Phinks was properly asleep, Feitan slipped out of bed. He locked himself into the tiny bathroom, standing, staring at himself in the mirror. He hated this, hated the way you made him feel, hated feeling like he was betraying his friend. But he was still rock hard, and he just couldn't resist.
He pulled up one of the many pictures Phinks had sent him of you, a pretty shot of you at the park, natural light playing across your face and a gentle smile gracing your lips, a look of adoration in your eyes. He knew the look was for Phinks, knew that all too well, but for the moment he could pretend.
He gripped his cock, stroking gently, tentatively. As if it were you, your first time touching him, as if you were nervous but eager to please. He wondered how you gave hand jobs, he wondered if he could fish that out of Phinks too. Fast or slow, what hand position, did you rotate your wrist maybe? For a moment he had a terrible thought, of you jerking him off frantically, scared to get caught together but wanting so badly to make him cum. It was with this thought in mind he chased his pleasure, stroking quickly in just the way he liked, quickly finding his peak. All the while he stole glances at your pretty picture, your pretty face, until he was shooting hot stripes of cum across his phone screen.
The post nut clarity hit him like a truck. He was a terrible friend, and he didn't deserve either of you. With guilt eating at his core, he cleaned up and did his best to get a decent night's sleep.
It was a stupid idea, but then most of Phinks’ ideas were in Feitan’s opinion. But it was a compromise. They both wanted to celebrate a job well done, and neither of them wanted to go out on the town in the shitty suburb they were staying in. Feitan didn't want to deal with people. The mission may have been a success, but there hadn't been any torture, no opponent had been a real challenge, and he was still guilty as hell for the night before. In a word, he was pent-up. Meanwhile, Phinks had lost most of his interest in going out now that he had a girl back home. The guys had given him shit for being pussy whipped, but Feitan couldn't blame him. He didn't have eyes for any other woman, either.
So instead, Phinks had stolen a top shelf bottle of vodka, and they'd headed down to the motel’s hot tub to get sauced. It had started to rain, but the hot tub was in its own little glass room next to the pool. They blocked off the door with a deck chair to keep out anyone stupid enough to try and join them, and sank into the hot water together. Phinks let out a loud, cliché sigh as he settled in and turned on the jets. Feitan rolled his eyes, silently finding his own seat across from his friend and opening the bottle of vodka. He took a long pull straight from the bottle, then handed it off.
As much as he hated to admit it, this was kind of nice. The sound of rain against the windows mixing with the whirl of the jets. The warmth of the vodka in his belly and the warmth of the surrounding water. He could feel his tense muscles relax and his racing mind slow. For the moment, everything felt like it would be alright.
The conversation flowed easy as ever, Phinks was one of the few people he really felt comfortable talking to, despite his difficulties with the language. For all he was a prick, the man had never given him shit for the language barrier, which spoke volumes.
Of course, it wasn't long before the conversation turned to you. It always did these days, and the vodka didn't help.
“Can't wait to get home.” Phinks mused, “She's gunna be so happy to see me.”
“Why?” Feitan ribbed.
“Oh, shut up, you're just jealous, man. Just cause you've got no one back home to miss you. Or to put your dick in.” he laughed.
Feitan scowled at him, though it was undeniably true.
“I can't even imagine what kind of woman your freak ass would go for.” Phinks continued, taking another hefty swig. “The family that tortures together, stays together, right?”
“Stupid. Want good girl, like yours.”
“Like mine? Damn, you are jealous, aren't you?” He chuckled.
“Maybe.” Feitan admitted, alcohol loosening his tongue, “pretty girl.”
Phinks coughed on his mouthful of vodka, “Wait, seriously?”
“You one showing off pictures.” he pointed out.
“You're being serious?” the blond was staring, mouth agape, at his friend.
“You two noisy, too.” Feitan
“You were listening?” It was Phinks' turn to scowl this time.
“Noisy.” Feitan repeated, scowling back as if he wasn't in the wrong.
“What, did you enjoy yourself, you creep?”
“Pretty girl, sounds pretty too.” Feitan admitted.
“So, what, you wanna fuck my girlfriend?”
There was a heavy silence for a moment, the sound of the rain picking up to fill the space.
“Yeah.” he finally admitted.
“Well shit.” Phinks rubbed his face with a wet hand, “the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”
“Nothing.” Feitan shrugged. He knew it wasn't going anywhere, though it did feel good to get off his chest.
“Let me call her.”
“W-what?” Feitan spluttered.
“I mean, maybe she's into that, I dunno.” Phinks shrugged.
“You? What?” Feitan's mind was racing.
“What, you wouldn't want a threesome with your old pal Phinks?”
Feitan stared, agape, searching his friend's face for any sign he was joking. Before he could say more, Phinks was leaning out of the tub to grab his phone.
Soon enough, your face popped up in the screen, and you gave your boyfriend a winning smile.
“Hey baby, how are you? How'd the job go?”
“Good and good, happy I'll be home to you soon.”
“Aww, me too, I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby.”
For a moment, Feitan was convinced Phinks was drunk enough to have forgotten entirely why he'd called, the two of you exchanging sappy nonsense. He zoned out, better than feeling jealous.
The alcohol running through his system was making his head swim, and for a moment he just enjoyed the feeling of being drunk in a hot tub. Of course Phinks was just calling his girl to talk, what else had he expected? You were out of reach, he’d already accepted that.
“You remember my friend Feitan?” He snapped back to attention at the sound of his name.
“Oh yeah, the short one? The torturer?” You said, before Phinks turned the phone to show Feitan sitting right there.
“Er, I mean. Y-your best friend, right?” Feitan could see your embarrassment even on the small screen.
“Right, the shortie,” Phinks laughed.
“You're serious though? I mean, I've always wanted to try one, but I didn't think you'd be down.”
Shit, what had he missed while he was zoning out?
“Of course, anything for you, baby.”
“And you're down too, Feitan?”
The two of you turned to look at him, and he stared back like a deer in the headlights.
“Phinks, you asked him first, right?” You asked, amused.
“It was his idea!” Phinks insisted.
“No, yours.” Feitan reminded him.
“Whatever, man, you're the one who wanted my girlfriend.”
You giggled at that, sending a mix of embarrassment and longing through him. Surely this wasn't happening.
“You wanted a threesome, right?” You asked Feitan directly.
His throat all but closed up, unable to respond.
Your face fell slightly at his silence, “Phinks, are you sure this wasn't just your idea?”
“N-no. Want. Want you.” Feitan managed to spit out, struggling with words even more than usual.
Your voice got lower, a little sultry. “Yeah, you wanna fuck me?”
Feitan's mind short-circuited, after months of longing for forbidden fruit, hearing you talk to him like that felt like an absolute dream.
“Yes. Yes, very.” He breathed.
“Well, I can't wait for both of you to get back, then.” You said with a wink.
Part 2
Kinktober Day 27 - Cock Teasing:
Touch Pool - Morel x gn!Reader || 1.7k words || Kinktober Masterlist
Synopsis: When it comes to training, you know your pupil Morel is in good hands. However, today he's going to find out what else your hands can do.
Contains: cock teasing, hand job, semi-public sex, student/teacher, pre-canon, young adult!Morel
Morel had always been a rather stubborn pupil. He was certainly well on his way to becoming a hunter, but he still had much to learn. Headstrong and talented, there were times when he felt he knew better than you about what sort of training he needed, which was both disrespectful and amusing. Times like today, for example.
He knew he wanted to be a sea hunter from the beginning. So today he had decided he'd work on his breath control. Thus, he was in his swim trunks, sitting at the bottom of the pool instead of swimming laps like you had instructed him to do.
You dove gracefully into the pool after him, swimming down and standing on the pool bottom, arms crossed, annoyance clear on your face. You'd expected him to more or less ignore you, which he did, however what you were not expecting was to see his swim trunks tented with his arousal. You'd been just fast enough to catch him pull his hand away from where he'd been palming himself through his shorts. Then it clicked. He was cutting off his air just long enough, this was basically a fucked up form of auto-erotic asphyxiation.
God, he was big too. You'd expected as much given his stature, but actually seeing it was different. You had to admit you had more than just a little soft spot for your student, maybe today was the day you finally tried your luck. Especially since he seemed so desperate, damn near jerking off while you had been standing at the poolside observing.
You gestured for him to join you at the surface, swimming upwards and breaking the surface of the water. To your surprise, he actually listened, taking a huge gasp of air as he too broke the surface.
“Seriously, suffocating yourself until you're hard? You a future sea hunter or some kind of water logged pervert?” you teased.
“Just a side effect of training,” he protested, though he didn't quite meet your eye.
“I guess I should be commending you, keeping your focus on your breath despite that.”
“Uh. Thanks.” He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with you bringing it up.
“You wouldn't have this problem if you'd have swum laps like I told you.”
“You don't always know what's best, you know.” He snapped, finally facing you.
You swam a bit closer, closing the distance until you were within arms reach of him.
“You think you know better than me, Morel? Really?”
“Maybe I do.” He sneered.
“I think you're just trying to get off when you're supposed to be training.” You teased again, annoyed enough to be mean.
“Wh-what? No, I told you it's just a side effect–”
“If you needed a release so badly, you could have just told me.” You interrupted, reaching out to cup his cheek, “can't have my best pupil distracted from his training after all.”
At this, he flushed bright red, staring at you like you'd grown a second head. “You-you’re joking.”
“Nope,” you said as you let your other hand trail down his chest under the water, stopping just shy of the waistband of his shorts. “If you actually do as you're told and swim laps, maybe I'll give you a little treat after training.” You offered.
You could see him swallow hard, thinking it over.
“Fine. I'll do your stupid training. I already made progress on holding my breath anyway,” he was back to avoiding your gaze.
“That's a good boy,” you praised, delighted to see an involuntary shudder go down his spine.
And with that you returned to poolside, watching him swim with anticipation. You wondered if he'd take you up on your offer, if he was willing to turn your relationship as master and pupil on its head. God, you hoped so.
It was several hours before he finished the regimen you had assigned him, working not only on his form but also his endurance in the water. You were far from bored, however, watching the way his back muscles flexed with every stroke, appreciating his well toned arms as he cut through the water with ease. You could never tell him, it'd feed his ego too much, but you thought his body was incredible.
When he finally finished, he swam over to the edge of the pool next to where you were lounging on a lounge chair, enjoying the view and the feel of the sun on your skin. You raised your sunglasses to get a good look at him, his face flushed from exertion and breathing heavy.
“There. You happy now? I did your damn training you assigned.”
“Yes you did, now,” you gave him a Cheshire grin as you approached the edge of the pool, “did you still want me to help you relax before you hit the showers?”
He cleared his throat, not meeting your eye, “We-well you said it'd help my training, right? So I'm not distracted?” He drummed his fingers on the edge of the pool. You weren't about to point out that it was a little late to help with his distraction, he'd already finished training for the day, but who were you to deny an opportunity when it presented itself so sweetly.
You jumped into the pool beside him, surfacing next to him. You put a hand on his shoulder, leaning in close to whisper in his ear.
“You sure you want this?” You asked, seeking permission one last time before you changed everything.
He nodded, turning to look at you with a shy expression on his face, cheeks flushed. Compared to his usual bravado, he almost looked innocent, boyish. It was intoxicating, finally seeing your stubborn pupil on the back foot for once.
“Good, such a good boy for me.” You cooed in his ear, reaching out and pressing your palm to his crotch through his swim trunks. You could feel he was already half hard, dick pulsing under your hand as he grew harder from your touch.
You pulled the laces of his trunks loose, tugging them down just enough to free his cock. You gripped him gently, giving him a few experimental strokes.
He let out a whimper at your touch, clearly he'd been waiting all training for this.
“How do you like your hand jobs?” You asked, curious what he normally wanted.
“Fast, rough,” he admitted, thrusting up into your hand.
“Hmmm, too bad. You'll take what I give you.” You chuckled, letting go of his cock to instead run your fingers gently up and down his length, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. You stopped each stroke to rub the tender spot where his shaft met the head, teasing him there with a few slow circles before you slid your fingers back down his shaft.
Once you had him starting to breathe a little heavier, you mercifully switched to stroking him. You formed a circle with your forefinger and thumb and just barely ghosted your hand over him. You could tell it was driving him absolutely mad, but he was too stubborn to admit it, to ask for more. At least for now.
You continued to tease his cock, your pressure light and your pace slow as you gently, oh so gently, guided him towards the culmination of his pleasure. Despite claiming he liked it rough, he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, twitching like mad and gently thrusting into your grip.
“F-fuck. That feels amazing.” He finally admitted, “how does so little feel like so much?”
“What, have you never had your cock teased before? You poor thing, you've been missing out.” You smirked as you pressed gentle kisses to his neck and shoulder. You stopped stroking, pausing to just run your thumb over the tip of his cock, drawing slow circles around his slit.
You alternated between gentle strokes, running your fingers along the underside of his cock, and teasing his head, over and over until you could feel him twitching in your hand.
“Fuck, I'm gunna,” he panted, thrusting his hips into your hand. With a smirk, you let go, removing your hand entirely and letting his orgasm subside.
“Fuck, why, dammit,” he cursed, looking at you with near hatred.
“Mmm trust me. You're gunna cum harder than you ever have when I'm done with you.”
And so you repeated the process three more times, teasing him within an inch of his life, until his hips were spasming and his breath ragged, then removing all stimulation. Each round was a little shorter than the last, his climax growing closer and closer. You relished his frustration more than maybe you should have, oh, but it was so intoxicating to see him so desperate.
“This time, I promise,” you whispered in his ear, making him pant and thrust into your hand with desperation.
“Please, please master, I want to cum so bad,” he begged, whole body tense and twitching.
“Hmm, you gunna listen to me when I give you training to do?” you asked, licking along the shell of his ear.
“Yes. God, yes anything you ask of me. Please.” He panted, gripping the edge of the pool for dear life.
You finally, mercifully, sped up, giving him the fast hand job he'd asked for at the very start. He didn't last long after you switched your pace, throwing his head back with a deep groan. He thrust wildly into your grip, scrambling for purchase on the slippery pool edge as his body thrashed, losing himself in wave after wave of pleasure. You stroked him through it all, happy to note just how long and intense his orgasm was. His eyes rolled back in his head, he was babbling a mix of curses and praises at you, chest heaving as he rode out his high.
A layer of cum floated to the surface of the water as he sent rope after thick rope of seed into the pool. When he finally came down, you slowly wound down your stroking until you let go of him entirely. He looked over at you, bleary-eyed.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before praising him once again, “See what happens when you listen? You're gunna train extra hard for me from now on, aren't you.”
He nodded, far too blissed out to deny you.
“Yes, master.”
Hello all! This is just a quick announcement that I am updating my Kinktober lineup with a big change!
Phinks and Feitan have entered the fray!
Pushing the Limits, Razor x Reader, is now being replaced with Crossing the Line, Phinks x Feitan x Reader.
The calendar and Masterlist has been updated to reflect this. I hope you enjoy the new fic, I certainly do! That's all thank you! <3