Pairing: Vox x Reader, slight Valentino x reader, slight Vox x Valentino
Warnings: NSFW, Coercion, Manipulation, Beginning of Non-Con themes, Valentino being Valentino
Synopsis: Y/N has been working under the Vee's for a number of years, even earning some form of respect from them. When they start to form a slight crush on Vox, he challenges how deeply these feelings go.
Not proof-read
Minors DNI
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Working for the Vee's was the hardest choice that you've had to make in your afterlife and even with the toxic work place, it pays you well and keeps a roof over your head. Especially when you've worked your way up the ladder over your last 5 years with them... Most people didn't last that long.
Although being Vox's backup assistant - for when Ethan has a breakdown... Which is quite often - doesn't sound very extravagant, you do get all the overlord gossip.
But there is one big problem with your position... And that is how surprisingly close you have come to the male bosses in the building. Being good at your job, you earned their respect within your first year, so received none of the abuse that co-workers around you frequently had.
It was the quick completed tasks and lack of mistakes that caught Vox's eye, who would praise you in passing whenever you completing a difficult task. He would even hint for Valentino and Velvette to delegate some of their stray work to you to see if you would crumble under the pressure or make a mistake that he or one of his associates could complain about. But alas, you stayed seemingly pristine in both your work and your professionalism.
You didn't flinch when Velvette threw a tantrum when her ideas didn't transfer well from paper to practical, you simply would tweak the embroidery or raise a hem to suit the model's height. Which would gain reluctant approval at first, but eventually she knew to quietly ask for your input, not that you got any credit apart from slight respect from her.
You didn't get flustered when Valentino would stroll up to you half naked, with one of his workers clung to his side (glaring at you) as he asked you to edit his script. You would edit the dialogue to make it... Well, not awful as well as pitching future scenarios that you had seen in films when you were alive; not that you would admit to it.
Vox had always taken a shining to you and after the initial year, said he wanted you close to him when Ethan wasn't, that you were one of the few workers that he trusted. That was when you felt your professionalism faulter. You were always easy to flatter and having your guard gradually get lower with each compliment he gave you, that comment was the breaking point for you to completely admit to yourself that you had the hots for your boss.
And here you were, 5 years later standing by behind Vox's desk cleaning the outside of Vark's tank, while Vox pretended to be flicking through emails floating around his head, slouched in his chair with his feet up on the desk. He rubs his screen in frustration as he feels like he has read the same sentence over and over, being distracted by all the positions you were unknowingly seducing his with. Whether you were up the ladder or on the floor, reaching high or bending down, he would feel his eyes drift to you and trying to ignore his own pet shark seemingly smirking at him.
He just sighed, flicking his hand to dismiss the emails and sit back up properly in his chair, seeing you climb back down the ladder. "How many minutes until our guests are joining us?" He asked glaring at the door, waiting for the intrusion. You joined his side standing to the side of his desk "any minute now, sir" you replied also facing the door ready for the calm room to become chaotic.
Like they were summoned by the conversation, the door practically flew off it's hinges revealing Valentino with one of his workers attached to his front, straddling his waist and being kept up by the Moth's lower arms, while the top pair was linked behind his head in a relaxed form. Velvette followed in afterwards with a disgusted scowl on her face as the glares are the two ahead of her and quickly takes her seat. Valentino taking his time to join the others in a slow stroll, expressing a wide grin which switched from his associates to his worker as she made a small whimper while he sat down, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
"This better be important, Vox. I was in a marketing meeting about which trends are worth killing over" Velvette says not looking up from her phone. While Valentino mumbles choice words to the sinner on his lap. Vox huffed at the blatant disrespect of his 2 equals and the subsequent tag along, he got up to stand Infront of the duo snuggled onto one of the chairs. "I said to come alone, Val" demanded the TV before grabbing ahold of the sinner's neck and easily tossing her over his shoulder into Vark's tank. "Din-dins sharky" Vox cooed, turning towards his pet with a proud smirk on his face.
"Dammit, I just cleaned-" you mumbled to yourself, pausing at the sight now Infront of you. You forced your eyes back towards the door, pretending you hadn't seen Valentino's newly exposed cock, still glistening from juices, standing tall outside of his trousers. Apparently you weren't the only one who noticed as Velvette dramatically gagged "what the fuck Valentino!?" She shrieked in disgust, blocking the view of her business partner sat in the chair next to her with her phone.
Vox turned at the noise behind him and faced the group once more to make eye contact with Val who was pouting, seemingly unembarrassed by the fact he was flashing the whole room. "I was using that" he whined, crossing both arms and slouching in the chair and looking down at his apparent issue. "What am I going to do with this now" he continued to sulk. The remaining Vee's scoffed at his immature behaviour "we don't have time for this, put it away" Vox demanded taking his seat and trying to ignore the whole situation. "We have more important things to discuss" he continued holding his hand out to you, gesturing for the documents you had on your clipboard to be handed over to him. You did as you were non-verbally asked with a polite smile, avoiding looking towards the chairs opposite the desk as you knew your work persona would drop.
You uncharacteristically zoned out for a bit then sound of Vox ranting seemingly like white noise compared to the loud thoughts in your head, thinking about the impressive length you set your eyes on for a split second. It had been a while since you had gotten laid, the previous time being while you were alive; not wanting to open up or let yourself be vulnerable around the people you are now around... Considering this is hell.
"Er... I know you won't believe this. But I don't understand" Val says in a dumb voice, the different tone of voice to Vox's passionate rant causing you to snap out of your own head. Vox screen-palms with a groan. "Okay, from the top. And I'll try to go slow" he exaggerated sitting himself back down at his desk getting ready to go over everything again, in simple words for his slower team members.
Vox took a deep breath to get ready again "we-"
"Noo, I just can't concentrate" Valentino groaned fidgeting in his chair. You watch as his his right lower hand grabs onto himself and gives himself a rough squeeze as he closes his eyes. "Nope, absolutely not" Velvette spits out before standing up and pulling out her phone once more "catch me up later Vee" she says storming out before Vox can even utter a word in protest.
"C'mon Voxy" Val moans as his hand starts to slowly glide up and down his length, making use of the slick that was still present from the - now dead - sinner. Vox groans, seemingly done with his shit already but remains seated, debating what to do with the horny moth demon in front of him.
You clear your throat awkwardly, not sure if they forgot you were standing just a few feet away. "Sir, would you like me to leave?" You questioned, keeping your eyes front, but the blush on your cheeks was evidently present to everyone left in the room. Vox's eyes flickered between the two of you, as he smirked at his associate, who seemed to catch on quick.
"Y/N you know how important this meeting was going to be, don't you?" You nodded before giving verbal confirmation "y-yes sir. It is detrimental that this meeting took place to secure the future plans of hell" you tried to say confidentially. Fuck. You never stutter, why would now be the time that you show weakness in front of 2 of the most powerful and influential people in pride ring.
"Y/N I would like you to take a seat" he stated calmly. You took the time to turn your head to look at his illuminated face, as he nods in the directions of the chairs in front of the desk. Your eyes found the floor as you awkwardly shuffled towards the singular vacant seat in the room. Just as you turned to sit down on it you heard a tut. "Ah ah ah. Not in that chair" Vox mocked. Your eyes widened in realisation as they slowly shifted to the seat taken up by Val, who was grinning manically at you.
They've finally found your limit, they both thought sadistically, seeing the hesitation on your face. "And take off those tiny blue panties for us too" Vox demanded putting out his hand, as if expecting you to just hand them other. You blinked in disbelief "sir?" You whispered vulnerably, not believing the situation you are currently part of. Vox laughed at your expression "don't pretend you didn't just spend the last hour up that ladder, in that tiny skirt, trying to catch my attention. You have been teasing me for years." You opened at shut your mouth silently, not knowing how to defend yourself. He was right, you had always tried to subtly catch his attention, with the hopes that one day that boss/employee boundary would be crossed.
You lowered your head in embarrassment, not knowing that he had picked up these small cues, he probably thought you were so desperate. Your shame clouded your mind for a few seconds before you felt claws gently lift your chin and you came face to screen with a 'gentle' expression. "You want to make me happy don't you?" He questioned, his claws slowly moving to stroke your cheek as you nod, not looking away from him. He smiles at you as his hands drop and he turns to his partner "then I would like you to sit nice and still on this special seat Val has made for you, so I can carry on with my meeting with no more... Distractions" he mapped out the route he wanted with scenario to go as he walked back around his desk to his seat.
He noticed you had not moved and your gaze had not left him causing him to internally sigh. "If you do this for me... I will give you what we all know you want." You huffed out a breath and tried to gain your usual confidence back. "And what do you think I want?" You said, trying to sound tough. Trying to convince yourself you had any control in this situation, which was tempting but also terrifying. Vox smirked at the fake show you were trying to put on and only replied with the one word he knew would break your pretend composure.
"WHO ELSE?" ââ erik campbellâbest friend!reader .
ââ ۶ৠin which despite your friendship hanging by a thread Erik has a bad break up and asks you to go with him to get a new piercing. He doesn't tell you what kind nor why you have to take a 30 minute car trip to the next town to get it.
content: friends to ?, angsty, fluff (slightly suggestive because... you know)
warning: mentions of blood / pain, suggestive themes
notes: this took so long since I said I'd be writting it and I changed so much of it and I'm not even satisfied with it but here it is. It might suck but I'll always deliver
Erik had been surprisingly quiet on the car drive to the tattoo shop so far, which given the fact it was thirty minutes away from town was sort of concerning. It's not like he wasnât a quiet person, most people would be surprised to find out he was, but this wasnât the kind of silence you were used to. The car had looked exactly the same it had last time you had ridden on it a few months ago. Actually, you were pretty sure the empty bottles and snack wraps might have really been the same, some of them might even have been yours.
It still smelled of that strange air freshener that always made you a bit nauseous when mixed with Erikâs signature cologne, and the seatbelt still felt sharp and uncomfortable on your neck. For some reason you had almost expected the car to have changed somehow, just like with Erik. Sitting there with everything above the surface apparently as it was felt like playing pretend. You had expected for him to drive you into one of the usual shops around town you were already acquainted with, so when he had taken that turn into the highway you had started to get suspicious.
âCanât get it done anywhere hereâ he had said âHas to be a real professionalâ
You had raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, or more like avoided most of your questions without taking his eyes out of the road for even a second. Erik was surprisingly a good driver when he wanted to, but the way his eyes stayed glued straight ahead seemed to be more of an excuse to not look at you. However it might have just been the awkwardness between you two, a conversation to be had that you both were avoiding. Is not like you didnât want to have it, in fact you had already had the conversation in your mind multiple times after he had texted you âwanna come get a piercing?â after two months of silence. In the end you had just sent âsureâ and all the things you had planned to say you had left out when you had closed the car door.
âDamnâ you kicked an empty Monster can that pilled among other things at your feet on the passenger seat âWhat are you getting?â
âYouâll see. Well...â he trailed off, a soft chuckle as result of a joke you werenât a part of yet âNot really, I guessâ
â...okay?â You could tell without even asking. The eyebags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, the bitterness of the laugh that had just escaped his lips. He wasnât over it. He wasnât over her. After all, it had only been a week âYou are not doing like, anything crazy, right?â
âDefine crazyâ
âI donât know, like... I donât want you to get something youâll regret when you forget about Jessica in a monthâ
âWouldnât be the first timeâ he extended his right arm, displaying the multiple tattoos covering his skin like paintings in a museum. You had known Erik ever since his skin had been bare, watching as ink left its mark in him one tattoo at a time. You could recollect every single one by memory âI donât regret any of theseâ
You pushed his arm away, his skin warm under your touch as you guided it back to the wheel.
âItâs Monica, by the wayâ a pause âThat was her nameâ
âI knowâ
Of course you did. How could you not when she had been the last thing Erik had talked about before it all went down. She had been a walk-in on a shitty evening shift on a random Wednesday: a âmiracleâ as Erik had called her. You had seen her on his instagram stories, never in person. Embarrassingly, you had stalked her profile a few times like a complete masochist. You didnât know much about her though, as Erik seemed too busy to keep you updated on the relationship once she had agreed to go out with him. It had lasted about two months, which was within the usual window of time that it took Erikâs relationships to end. It was always like this. Passionately fall for a girl, crash and burn, and then this: new addition to Erikâs body. Well, this time there had been a slight change, but neither of you would bring it up.
âShe was okayâ
âI wouldnât knowâ it pissed you off how you were supposed to be walking on eggshells around him, a little biting wouldnât hurt him. You could tell it had though. Still, the car drive would be a nightmare if the mood got completely sour, so you decided to liven it up with a joke âYou are running out of skin thoughâ
Erik seemed to appreciate the breather.
âI know. Thatâs why this is... specialâ
There it was again, that lower register in his voice. You knew him all too well to understand that there was something that was troubling him. The idea of him doing something absurd for a girl heâd dated for two months pissed you off.
âYou sure you are not doing anything weird?â
âCan you stop worrying?â
âWell can you stop fucking around for a second?â Erik looked out of his window, hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter. It didnât feel good to snap at him, especially not when he was in a vulnerable state like that. But how long could you indulge him? How long could you silently forgive him? âActually I have no idea why you asked me to comeâ Erik didnât look at you, his eyes glued to the asphalt and body stiff under your gaze. You sighed and looked out of the window, giving up âI guess time out is overâ
The direct sunlight blinded you for a moment before you closed your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest as it rose up and down with a heavy sigh. Erik eyed you through the corner of his eye, his tongue slowly wetting his lips as if getting ready to say something. Whatever it was it felt heavy on his chest.
âI need someone with meâ he murmured loud enough for you to hear, a slight shakiness in his voice âSomeone I trustâ
You opened your eyes and turned to him, catching his a second before he set them back ahead. There was worry but also determination.
âOkay, you are really freaking me out nowâ
âI am making it sound worse than it is, trust meâ
âThen why donât you just tell me?â
âItâs... complicated. Listen, I just--â he shrugged, hands leaving the wheel for a second âI canât ask anyone else. It has to be youâ
Far from easing your worries, the bare rawness of his voice worried you even more.
âOkay, stop the car. You are acting crazyâ
âI keep making it sound weird but itâs true, okay?â he cackled somehow genuinely at your reaction âAnd if we get there and you donât want to hold my hand you can wait outside but...â his shoulders shook with a brief shrug, then a short pause âItâll hurt less knowing you are thereâ
âYou really are not going to tell meâ
âI sort of, maybe... want to see the face you make when you find outâ
You saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips, the first one youâd seen since getting in the car. The first one youâd seen in months that didnât come from a picture with him and his ex on his instagram story.
âOh... so you are fucking with me. Thank god, I was starting to get worried. Turns out you are just your usual asshole selfâ
âIf it ainât broken, donât fix itâ
You shook your head with a scoff âIdiotâ
You felt his eyes on you, the silence still tense but somewhat lighter.
âThank you for coming, thoughâ
You bit your lip and your eyes wandered to the landscape across your window again.
âHad nothing better to doâ
The tattoo shop was by far the most professional looking you had ever seen Erik step into. The receptionist even smiled at the both of you as he saw you come in. You sat on the red velvet couch propped against the black wall, perfectly decorated with framed designs and art pieces in clean, minimalistic frames. Erik walked towards you with the paperwork to sign in hand and sat next to you, closer than you had expected him to. You were still walking on eggshells around him, but he didnât seem to be doing the same. He should have. He should be the one worried about making the wrong move, say the wrong thing, sit too close to you. And yet there he was, elbows propped on his knees that bruised against yours like it was okay to just do so. Like the last two months hadnât happened. You both got taken into the room almost immediately where a man in his mid-thirties welcomed you two with a warm, formal smile The smell of sterilizer hit your nose almost as strongly as the white light had hurt your eyes. There was a black tattoo bed in the middle of the room where you assumed Erik would sit, with two small stools resting nearby.
âWe already went over all the details during your consultation and I trust you read the paperwork as well. I know you are familiar with all this but I just want to make sure you are readyâ
âYes sir, I amâ
Whether it was anticipation or fear you couldnât tell, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness behind the casualness of his voice.
âOkay! Get comfortable on the bed and pull down your underwear. You need to get erect for me to work the piece so Iâll give you guys a few minutesâ
What?
You hadnât said that aloud, and yet Erik turned towards you like he had heard you. All color drained from his face as he saw the artist leave the room, the soft click of the door as it closed the last noise that room heard for a few seconds as you both stayed still.
âI did not think about thatâ Erik finally said, pointing towards the door âFuck, I should have told you earlier. Iâm sorryâ he passed both his hands through his hair, messy strands of freshly dyed black hair standing in all directions. You wondered if he had dyed it himself again, you knew how much of a mess he had made last time. You could still hear Brenda scolding him for messing all the good towels. âThis is fucking weird. Iâm sorry, I--â
âWhat exactly is going on?â
âSo... remember that idea I mentioned a year ago?â he asked hesitantly, forcing a smile âWhen we watched that... weird movie?â
It took you a bit of effort to remember, and then your mouth fell open.
âYou are out of your mindâ your eyes unconsciously traveled down to his black sweats before you shut them tightly, attempting to compose yourself and ignore the heat creeping up your face âYou brought me for this?â
âNo! I didnât-- shit, the plan was for you to just hold my handâ he held your gaze, and you saw the confidence leave him as his eyes moved somewhere else in the room as the reality of the situation seemed to hit him âOr you can wait outside, as I said--â
âWhat the fuckâ you said, attempting to make sense of the situation. Of course. Only Erik could get you both in a situation like this âIs that why you said I was the only one you could ask?â
âNo, fuck. Iâm sorry, seriously. I didnât think of this. Shitâ he laughed nervously âYou can just leave and come back with him, close your eyes and all thatâ Erik pondered for a moment, just how selfish he could get âOr you can just not come back. I just wanted you to hold my hand while it goes in but itâs okay, itâs stupid â
No matter how amusing it had been seeing him panic in such a way, the sound of his voice, beaten and ashamed was not something you enjoyed. And yet.
âI should have known it was something crazy when you called me. I mean... after two months? You must have been desperateâ
Erik lowered his head, eyes fixed on his beaten black Converse. He blinked a few times and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep frown. He shifted his weight where he stood and you just waited.
âIâm sorryâ he finally said, voice lower âI should have spoken to youâ
You fell quiet, your soft smile and confidence disappearing.
âWe already spoke about thatâ
âNot really. Not properlyâ
âIt was nothing, Erikâ
âI shouldnât have kissed youâ
You sucked in your bottom lip, chest feeling tight.
âI said it was nothingâ
You had said that. You both had. Back in the same car you both had driven to the tattoo shop in. He had driven you home after one of your regular late night hang outs. Fast food, car drive, radio on and a âgoodnightâ that had stretched until early in the morning. You could still see him as he had been, head turned to you on the driver seat, smile wide as he laughed at something you couldnât quite recall. The engine had been turned off a while ago when you both had realized the conversation would last longer than expected once again. That had been the night he had told you about the âmiracle girlâ, every detail he gave you about her making a bit more nauseous. There were years of practice to the way you could smile at Erik as he spoke to you about other girls, but there was nothing you could do about the suffocating pressure of your chest whenever he did so. Your body had been turned to him, seatbelt unlocked, simply watching him under the dim light of a distant street lamp. It hurt every time you realized how much you loved him, and as you always did when the truth hit you, you became small and felt inadequate no matter what you said or did. You always tried to run away from him when that happened.
âI didnât even have to ask for her number, she just gave it to me!â
âThatâs boldâ you matched his tone, hoping that would make lying easier. It usually did.
âRight? I donât know. It was kind of hotâ
âI bet. Itâs your lucky dayâ
You wish you could have said the same thing. Your shift at work had been an absolute nightmare, the kind that made you want to lock yourself in the bathroom and angry cry for a few minutes. Your whole week had been like that, really. The only thing that had made it bearable was the plans you had made with Erik on Friday night, and now there you were: listening to him talk about how he had met the woman of her dreams that also happened to be really interested in him. You wished you could be an adult and be happy for him, but you were just a person, and the fact you couldnât bring yourself to do so made you feel like a terrible one.
âYou good?â
Erik sounded worried, and when you finally rose your head to look at him he looked like it too. You hadnât realized you had zoned out, lips wrapped around the straw of your empty slushie and eyes fixed somewhere far away.
âYeah, sorry. Iâm just tiredâ
Erik shifted on his seat and fully turned to you.
âYou wanna talk about it?â
Of course you couldnât fool Erik. He knew you too well. Thatâs why it scared you so much whenever your act slipped even if just a bit. He would know.
You forced a smile, your acting not as sharp under the scrutiny âIâm fine, sorry. Iâm excited for you, reallyâ you had said, with the type of casualness that took effort. He had stilled at that, as if you had said something wrong. You had noticed the look heâd give you sometimes when you did things like these, like he somehow knew something was wrong. His eyes would scan your face for something, and it worried you that one day he might find it. Maybe he had already. You felt the familiar overwhelming feeling creep up on you, and you knew you couldnât bear it much longer âIs late and all we are doing is talking so...â
You were looking for a way to finish the sentence and excuse yourself when he interrupted. His voice was low and the words stuck together with a mix of heat and confidence.
âGot any other suggestions?â
The heat crept from your chest to your face so quickly you almost felt feverish. You let out a nervous giggle and Erikâs lips stretched into a smile, his heavy lided eyes dragging from your avoiding eyes to your lip that were still toying with the straw. Erik took the empty slushie cup from your hands and dropped it somewhere at his feet. The sudden silence in the car had made your heart start racing, and you would have said another stupid thing to break the tension if he hadnât leaned over and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, shut tight and a bit dry, nothing like you had imagined a hundred times before. His fingers buried themselves on your hair, stiff at first, then loosened when you hummed in satisfaction. He pulled away just enough to let you say something, and when you didnât he kissed you again, tongue briefly draging along your lips. The sound of your mixed jaded breathing felt loud and obscene in the dead quiet of the car, and the idea that someone could pass by and see you through the windows worried you and excited you all the same. The idea that someone could see you kissing Erik Campbell is one you had fantasized about for so long it felt ridiculous by then, and yet there he was, moaning against your lips and hand gently dragging up and down your knee before making its way upwards to your tigh. His thumb brushed along your jeans before he pulled away enough to whisper:
âThis okay?â
His voice made you giddy, so close and low and hot against your mouth. You got to nod only once before a bright light blinded you, making you both wince and turn to it. Itâs was his phone that vibrated against the holder with an incoming call. âMonicaâ was displayed in bold black letters against the white background. There was a few seconds in which you had to make a choice, and as usual the one you took was the easy one that would cause you the most pain. You just laughed.
âCalling at two in the morning? You better pick that upâ
The muscles pulling at your smile ached, and the strain to keep your voice steady hurt your throat. You pulled away from Erik, in more ways than one. He could feel it immediately. The coldness, the distance.
âI mean... itâs just--â
âItâs okay Erikâ you had already opened the door, body turned away from him and your leg already on the ground âWe are coolâ
That had been the last time you both had seen each other. There had been some awkward texting trying to emulate a casual conversation for a few days before he told you he was dating that girl, and then the conversation had died until he had asked you to come get the piercing with him.
âIâm sorryâ he repeated, a bit louder, shakier. He looked at you from barely a few feet away, but the distance between you two felt bigger and way colder âYou can wait in the car if you want. Iâll take you home later. Or I can call you an uber and you can leave nowâ
You didnât want to leave,a nd despite everything, you didnât want things to be like this.
âErik, Iâd do this for you any time, but...â you hestitated, and you understood why Erik couldnât look at you as you found yourself avoiding his eyes too. It was shame, fear âGetting a new girlfriend and shutting me off for months only to ask me to come here and do this? Like you knew Iâd come back to you like a lap dog?â you felt your jaw quiver, cutting your speech short âIt doesnât feel greatâ
âThat wasnât my intention. I just wanted to see youâ Erik scoffed âThatâs kind of...â Erik trailed off and silence settled once again âI kept talking about youâ Erik finally said âThatâs why we broke upâ
You stared at him, and to your surpise he was looking at you. You saw his pupils shake, but he didnât look away, no matter how much he wanted to.
âWhat a stupid reasonâ you whispered.
âYeahâ
Your arms unfolded and fell to your sides.
âDo you want me wait outside?â
A shrug.
âDo you want to leave?â
âI asked firstâ
âI asked secondâ
You both laughed softly, and for a moment it all felt like itâd all be alright. You pondered for a few seconds before you walked to the door and disappeared behind it. Erik nodded, more to himself than to you.
âFucking stupidâ he muttered to himself as he pulled down his sweats, he had almost ditched his boxers just as the door opened and you entered the room again âShit! What--â
Erik hurried to pull his pants up again, hitting the stools and making a crashing noise reverberate through the room as he fell forward on the bed. You would have laughed if you handât been fighting the dizziness that came with your eyes quickly snapping to the other side of the room. You had seen nothing, and you needed to keep telling yourself that so the heat wouldnât turn your cheeks bright red.
âSorry! I should have knocked. I asked him if he could give us a few more minutesâ
âWh--â
He looked completely lost and embarrassed as he straightened up. His hands were still tightly gripping the waistband of his pants as he saw you walk inside the room and towards him.
âYou are all depressed now, thereâs no way you are going to get hard so--â
âWow, can you not say that?â he asked with almost a wince, his eyes closed tightly as if you were the one suddenly undressing in front of him with no warning.
You gave him a confused look.
âWhat? Get hard?â a crooked smile spread across your face as you saw the slight pink at the tip of his ears âIâm pretty sure youâve heard me say worse thingsâ
âYeah, not in this context. It feels... wrongâ
âWhat happened to âit has to be youââ you mocked.
âFuck you. I meant for you to hold my hand while I cry like a babyâ
You pursed your lips, furrowing your brows in confusion.
âSo you donât need any help?â
âWhat? What do you mean?â
âI sort of... thought thatâs what you actually meant when you asked me if I wanted to stayâ
âNo! No, Iâd never--â Erik closed his mouth, then opened it again âI mean, not... neverâ
âWhatever, Erik. Iâm a woman. Iâm your friend. Itâs cool with meâ you said, feigning aloofness âYou can just... touch me or something, imagine Iâm Monica of whoever the fuck. I donât knowâ
Erik stared at you for what felt like minutes before he spoke again.
âYou are fucking crazyâ
âActually, I am âthe only one you could askââ
âStop it, Iâm going to fucking kill youâ the threat was loud and genuine, but you could also see the way his eyes scanned your body in one swift look before falling silent again.
His eyes wandered around the room. You bit your lip, worried that this was it. Everything could break apart in an instant, the fate of your friendship at the tip of Erikâs tongue.
âHeâs going to charge you over timeâ you joked, trying to backtrack.
âShut upâ
Silence again.
âErikâ you called for him in a soft voice, and he finally looked at you âI can leave, itâs okay. Iâll be on the other side when--â
âNoâ he instinctively took a step forward, as if you were going to walk away âItâs fine is just...â
You didnât notice when Erik had walked backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him as his hand still held your arm. He had sat down on the bed and as he rested his back against the back of it you knew he wouldnât say anything else. There was no need for it. He let go of you and sat with his hands resting over his lap as if he didnât know what to do with himself. He was looking at you, waiting for you to approach him. Under any circumstances you would have laughed, but you just crossed the distance and stood closer to him.
âWhere did that big talk go?â he joked, the excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.
You panic for a moment, the situation becoming real all too suddenly.
âDo you want to make out or...?â
âI donât know what we are doingâ he said and you laughed together âBut it feels goodâ
âI havenât even touched you yetâ
âYou are gonna touch me?â he said, halfway between a question and a plea.
You absentdmindedly reached for his hair, burying your fingers in the soft black locks while trying to ease your own heartbeat. The moment your fingertips had ran through the base of his scalp he stilled, a shiver running down his back. Erik inhaled softly and deeply, eyes fluttering before fixating on your lips.
âIs that alright?â
Your voice was low, the question spoken like a secret. Erik nodded lazily, face dangerously close to yours.Â
âFeels goodâ
His voice dived an octave lower, which you took as an invitation to drag your nails a bit further through his scalp. Erik shifted on his seat and he closed his eyes. You took in his features, still the same as you had remembered these last few months, and yet something had changed. Maybe it had been you.
âI missed youâ you confessed with a shaky breath.
âMe tooâ
âDonât do that againâ
Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, softly pulling at the locks and earning a sharp inhale from him. Erik opened his eyes, blue eyes piercing through yours, eyelids heavy.
âI wonâtâ
He brought his hand to your waist, taking a moment to gauge your reaction. You expected him to have reached higher, towards the thin lace of your bra. He could have felt the drumming of your heart against your chest, almost begging to be felt. Instead he drew his fingers across your waist, his hand hesitantly sneaking underneath your top and caressing your lower back. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin, you were sure Erik would be able to see it. His eyes darted around your body, seeing it stiffen as his fingers caressed further up your back with lazy moves. His head fell forward, almost resting against your shoulder, nested against your neck. You felt the hot fanning of a breathing against your neck, and Erik saw your neck bob up and down before his eyes fluttered shut as he stirred on his seat. The motion made his nose bump against your neck, and your hand instinctively held his shoulder as if you thought he would fall, fingernails digging slightly into his skin when you felt the softeness of his lips brush against your ear for just a second. Then again, a bit bolder but hesitant chaste kiss to your neck with a soft noise. You felt his shoulder muscles under his skin as he moved his arm, followed by the rustling of clothes. He struggled awkwardly for a few seconds in which his grip on your waist tightened. The side of his face felt burning hot against your neck, and you wondered if he was embarrassed.
âDo you need help?â
âNoâ he was âIâve got itâ
You feel the muscles under his shoulder flex one more time and then it was done. You wondered for a moment if his hand would remain down there, and a strange feeling of anticipation jolted through your body before you had time to feel ashamed of it. The hand on his shoulder ventured downwards, feeling the hard bits of the old band t-shirt Erik wore, the name faded away and rough under your fingertips. You felt his chest rise up and down as your hand stayed there for a second, feeling the faint drumming of his fast heartbeat. When you continued your way down his body the fanning of his breath against your neck stopped and his body froze. His hand that had been low on your back, pinky finger toying with the hem of your jeans stopped all together. Then you heard Erikâs airy voice against the shell of your ear, loud and hot. It sent the most pleasant chills down your spine.
âYou can tell him to come inâ
âAlready?â
âWhat can I say, I have a good engineâ Erik felt your head turn, your hair brushing against his face âYou are gonna look? Pervertâ
You had been about to do exactly that,and embarrassedly let your face bury onto his hair with a nervous laugh.
âI donât want to hear that from youâ the giggles against his hair made Erik sigh heavily âYou must have a great imainationâ
âNah... just a good friendâ
That last word felt wrong, for him to say and for you to hear, and you both knew it. You separated from him, resting your hand against his chest to stabilize yourself. His clothes felt strangely warm, and the feeling of his fast heartbeat strangely flattering. You expected him to look away when you pulled away from him but he didnât, his eyes stuck to you. He fixated on the way your chest rose up and down, your exposed waist where he had lifted your top, the small wet patch on your neck where he had rested his mouth. Your flushed face and hazy eyes staring down at him, mirroring his.
âHurry, or Iâll finishâ
You laughed and playfully slapped his chest. You turned around and exited the room under Erikâs burning gaze. It felt embarrassing to call for the artist in such a state, even if you two hadnât done anything that heated. When you entered the room your eyes stayed glued to the floor until you had been next to Erik, his hand warm holding tightly onto yours. The metallic clanking behind you made you shiver and you tried not to think about what would be going down soon. Next to you, Erikâs eyes were glued to the ceiling, the strong white light reflecting on his glassy blue eyes.
âItâll be just a momentâ his eyes fell onto you and despite the nervousness still evident in them, they softened âYou are going to look so coolâ
His grip on your hand tightened. It really was just a moment, but to Erik it probably felt way longer than it had been. Your hand would hurt for a while after the way he had held onto it, but you wouldnât tell him that. His jaw tensed as he held in a pained cry, and despite not being able to see what was going on, the implication made you wince. A single tear streamed down his cheek, softly wiped them away by you. His breathing seemed to steady as you heard the familiar sound of gloves being pulled out.
âAll done. Bleeding for a few days will be normal, itâs nothing to worry about. I know you are an artist too so not much you donât know. Clean the wound twice a day, dry it gently, donât touch the piece, the usual. No swimming. No oral or penetrative sex for a month, erections are okay but there might be some bleeding too... I think thatâs it. Iâll let you fix yourself and Iâll be waiting outside, okay? See you in a minute, guysâ
âThanks, docâ Erikâs voice was raspy but he felt alright âWait outside, Iâll be right thereâ
âOkayâ
âDonât look, you pervert!â
You had expected for Erik to walk with a bit more difficulty than he did, but despite the slight hint of discomfort on his face there werenât many tells. He might be able to hide it from his family after all. After Erik had arranged for his follow up visit you both exited the place, the clear mid-day sky welcoming you despite the chill air.
âYou hungry?â Erik asked as he fished inside of his jacked for his car keys.
âI could go for a hot dog, yeahâ
Erik tried not to laugh. His hand grabbed onto the handle of the driverâs seat but he didnât open it.
âThank you. Reallyâ
âNo need. And I am sorryâ
Erik frowned.
âSorry for what?â
âFor your girlfriend breaking up with you because of meâ
Pairings: James Potter x Fem!Reader (main) | Remus Lupin x Reader | Sirius Black x Reader
Summary: James sees the way his best friends look at you. He understandsâyouâre sweet, oblivious, and his. So he lets them watch, lets them touch. Just this once. Because no matter how desperate they are, youâll never belong to anyone but him.
Warnings: established relationship, slytherin!reader, marauders era, smut (no penetration), sharing / voyeurism, praise kink, fingering, soft corruption, innocent!reader, oblivious!reader, whipped & possessive james potter, morally grey james, jealous!sirius and remus, soft degradation, touch kink, tension, james being too smart for his own good, reader being adored and overwhelmed,
James Potter wasnât half as stupid as he liked people to believe.
Oh, he played the part wellâgrinning like a golden retriever with a wand, Quidditch hair always messy, tie askew, laughter loud and eyes brighter than they had any right to be. But under all that was calculation, precision. You didnât become Head Boy by charm alone, and you didnât keep your place as top of Advanced Charms by luck.
No, James Potter was a genius. And unfortunately for his best mates, he was also deeply, hopelessly in love with you.
You, his sweet Slytherin.
You, who had a smile like summer and hands that curled into the sleeves of your jumper when you were nervous.
You, who couldnât tell when someone was flirting if it danced naked in front of you with mistletoe between its teeth.
It made James insane. It made Sirius worse. And it made Remus the most dangerous of them all, because he was subtle. Quiet in his hunger. Patient.
Which is how James found himself seated on his bed, you tucked between his legs, your back to his chest as you flipped through his Potions notes like the perfect little academic you were, none the wiser to the looks being exchanged across the room.
Sirius sprawled on his bed across from you, pretending to read a Quidditch magazine but turning one page every six minutes.
Remus was curled up near the headboard, book forgotten in his lap, knuckle resting against his mouth as he watched. Always watching.
James could feel the tension like electricity between them. They were pretending not to stare, pretending not to breathe too deep when you laughed. And youâwell. You were blissfully unaware. Clueless. You wriggled closer into Jamesâ lap when the castle draughts caught your ankles, completely oblivious to the way Sirius shifted and Remus exhaled like he was in pain.
James grinned, lips brushing your ear.
âYâcold, love?â
âA bit,â you murmured, smiling. âYouâre warm though.â
âIâll always be warm for you,â he murmured, hand smoothing over your bare thigh where your skirt had ridden up. âAlways.â
You didnât even flinch. Just leaned back into him, trusting, safe. So trusting. So sweet.
Jamesâ fingers lingered.
Siriusâ magazine crinkled in his hands.
Remus didnât even blink.
Oh, they noticed now.
Good.
His hand slid a little higher, fingertips ghosting over the edge of your knickers beneath your skirt. You inhaled, body going still, but not pulling away. He pressed a kiss behind your ear, then said low and slow, âLet me take care of you, sweetheart. Just relax for me.â
You blinked down at the notes, confused, flushed. âBut⊠the othersââ
âThey donât mind,â James interrupted, smiling darkly. âDo you, lads?â
Sirius made a strangled sound.
Remus said nothing.
James smirked.
You made a soft noise when his fingers dipped beneath the waistband, gentle and slow, teasing along your folds with reverence. âJamesâŠâ
âShh, love. Just wanna make you feel good. Youâve been working so hard for me, havenât you?â His lips grazed your jaw, his voice soft and full of syrupy praise. âSo clever. So sweet. My perfect girl.â
You whimpered when his fingers circled your clit, feather-light. You didnât even register Sirius sitting up straighter or Remus shifting forward on the mattress. James did. He saw everything.
âThatâs it,â James whispered. âYâdonât have to do anything, just let me spoil you.â
Your head tipped back on his shoulder, lips parted, eyes fluttering as his fingers grew more insistentâstill slow, but pressing, knowing exactly how to touch you. You gasped softly when he slid one finger lower, circling your entrance but not pushing in, just⊠teasing.
âFeels good?â he murmured.
You nodded rapidly.
âSheâs so responsive,â James said, louder now, dragging a second finger through your slick with wicked satisfaction. âSo wet already. You should see her, lads. Sheâs dripping just from a little praise.â
You stiffened in his arms, blinking in realization, trying to sit upâbut James was quicker, arm wrapping around your middle, holding you in place with gentle strength. âNo, no, none of that, love,â he soothed, dragging those same fingers over your clit until you whimpered. âThey already know. Theyâve known. Iâve seen how they look at you.â
You glanced at Siriusâhis jaw was clenched, hands white-knuckled on the edge of the bed. Remus looked wrecked, his book now forgotten on the floor, eyes burning gold under the dim lights.
âIâm just sharing, darling,â James said, smug and low, sliding one finger into you. Your walls clenched down, and you moaned in surprise. âJust letting them look while I touch. Theyâve wanted to for so long. Havenât you?â
Sirius swallowed.
Remus licked his lips.
James curled the finger slowly inside you and you cried out, face burning, but you didnât tell him to stop. Of course you didnât. You liked being praised. You liked being touched. James knew you better than anyone else.
His mouth grazed your temple. âSuch a good girl for me. Taking my fingers so well. Dâyou want to come, sweetheart?â
You whimpered, nodding against his shoulder.
James smiled.
âThen come for me. Right here, in my lap, with my best mates watchingâbecause youâre mine. And I want to show you off.â
âIâJames, Iââ
âYou can. You want to be good for me, donât you? My clever, kind little Slytherin.â
Your walls fluttered again at the praise. He added a second finger and your hips jerked helplessly forward.
James chuckled, low and soft.
âShe doesnât even realize what she does to people. Fuck. Look at her. Look how she reacts to a little kindness.â
You tried to hide your face, but he guided your head back and tilted your chin upward.
âLet them see how pretty you are when you come.â
Your eyes met Siriusâs, then Remusâs. And that was it.
The orgasm hit fast and hot. You gasped his name, body jerking in his lap as you clenched around his fingers. James held you tight, murmuring in your ear.
âThatâs it. Good girl. Thatâs my good girl. So proud of you.â
You slumped against him, trembling and dazed, as he eased his fingers from you, coated in slick. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan.
Sirius made a strangled sound. He looked desperate.
Remus exhaled through his nose, slow and silent.
James smirked.
âSheâs amazing, isnât she?â he asked, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. âSo fucking good. And she doesnât even know how much you both want her.â
You blinked up at him, still panting, still flushed. âJames⊠what was that?â
âThat,â he said, brushing hair from your cheek, âwas me being generous.â
There was a pause thick with tension.
Then James looked across the room and said calmly, âYou can touch her, if you want.â
The silence shattered.
You went still in his arms.
Siriusâs eyes widened. Remus straightened.
James kissed your cheek and murmured, âOnly her thighs. Maybe her waist. Nothing else.â
He tilted your face toward him and kissed you slowly. âBecause sheâs still mine.â
You trembled in his lap, too soft to move, too stunned to speak.
Sirius stood and crossed the room. His hand hovered over your thigh, hesitant. James nodded once.
Sirius touched you gently. His hand slid over your skin, reverent and slow.
âSheâs so soft,â he whispered.
James smiled. âOf course she is. Sheâs perfect.â
Remus moved forward as well, his fingers brushing the back of your calf, feather-light. âSheâs warm,â he said softly.
You whimpered, your head resting on Jamesâs shoulder, overwhelmed and breathless. James shifted behind you, guiding your legs a little wider.
âBe gentle. Sheâs still sensitive.â
Siriusâs hand slid a bit higher. âYouâre not real, sweetheart. Canât be.â
Remus traced the edge of your knickers, fingers near but not touching where James had been. Your body reacted anyway, hips twitching under the attention.
James watched them both with dark satisfaction.
âYouâll never fuck her,â he said, calm and steady. âYouâll never have her like I do. But Iâll let you look. Just this once.â
You turned your face into his neck, hiding from their eyes. James only pulled you tighter.
âSheâs mine,â he said again, louder this time. âBut look how pretty she is when sheâs worshipped.â
Voldemort x malfoy reader where heâs in desperate need for an heir so he âdoesâ the reader over the large dining table with a lot of âyes my lordâ
Love it, sorry if it took me so long đ
Yes, my Lord
â Pairing: Lord Voldemort X Malfoy!Reader
â Warnings: age gap (both off age but it's a clear big age gap), smut, HEAVY DUB-CON, public sex, p in v, wet spell (dunno if it exists but I use it every time đŹ), breeding kink, creampie... just Tom Riddle, the death eaters watch them
â Summary: The dark Lord was ready to have heirs.
â Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. The writing is pretty shitty, 'M so sorry and it's kind of dark.
Her eyes snapped up as soon as the dark lord pronounced her name in a strange tone, she wasn't exactly following the whole monologue that the now former Tom Riddle was gifting his followers. So she was oblivious at the topic connected to her name.
As she carefully scanned the room, her father, Lucius Malfoy, spoke with a worried expression on his face âB-But⊠my lord, sheââ he tried, shutting his mouth as soon as the red eyes of the dark wizard glared slowly at him.
âI made my choice, Lucius⊠do you have anything to add?â He asked in a calm voice as he leaned closer, receiving just a head shake⊠the blonde man too scared to defend his own daughter in front of the older wizard.
When Voldemort called her name again, moving his slender fingers to indicate her to move closer.. she got up, her body shaking softly and sweating due to the fear and panic she was feeling at the worried expressions of her family.
She inhaled loudly as soon as the cold fingers of her lord brushed the side of her neck, traveling slowly down to her hips⊠making a grin appear on his face as her skin reacted with goosebump.
âY/n, Y/n, Y/n⊠my poor little dove,â Tom cooed, moving his free hand in her hair before taking a firm grip and bending her down on the wooden table, a loud thud echoing in the room.
Every gaze was now staring at them, some were concerned, others worried and complacent⊠as Y/n's eyes started filling with tears, shutting tightly as the cold slender fingers lifted the skirt of her dress so that they could rest on her covered ass cheeks.
âMy little dove, you know why I'm doing this, right?â Her lord cooed again, starting to knead her flesh harshly âI need a young cunt with a body that could carry strong heirs in it, hmâ he continued while covering her now naked lower half with his cape, which swallowed the sinful act perfectly.
The death eaters had just a perfect view of the young witchâs face which showed clear fear and worry.
They could see Tomâs hand moving under the cape, silence except for noises of metal caused by his belt hitting the floor⊠sounds that made them stare more intently.
Some started to look away while others kept focusing on them, admiring how the older man leaned down to whisper in her ear something that remained between them before her front body hit the table harshly.
A loud whimper escaped her mouth as soon as she collided with the wooden surface, her hands grabbed into whatever she could reach as an uncomfortable whimper broke the silence.
A soft light of a spell appeared from under the fabric and little time after that her whole body jolted forward, her head hitting the table as well.
Given by the dark lordâs expression of pleasure and hers of pain the dark wizards knew that was happening.
His movements were clear and the noises loud, his thick long cock kept forcing her walls open, as he pulled almost completely out so that his tip was the only thing inside of her.
Soft whimpers kept leaving her pretty mouth, tears kept running down her face wetting her young skin as she took everything her idol was giving her.
âTake itâ Voldemort hissed, holding her flat against the table while snapping his hips forward, his cock hitting her cervix in a painful but pleasurable way as hisses kept leaving his mouth.
The Parseltongue sent shivers down her spine, those hiss and smooth noises kept swirling in her head, making her wetter than usual and almost too submissive.
It was her first time, Tom knew it, and he was enjoying it way more than he should⊠his breath getting heavier and heavier as he moved faster and harder not really carrying to make her cum or her pleasure.
âGoing to take my heir!â he hissed, his tongue daring out to lick the skin of her ear shell sinfully
âIâm gonna fill⊠you.. upâ he added, speaking after each thrust, as he smirked evilly when her body started to shake due to the intense feelings.
Her mind was telling her how wrong the whole situation was while her body kept reacting positivelyâ her voice even cracked softly due to his fast thrusts⊠making it get higher while she continued to repeat the same answer as a mantra.
The young woman's eyes rolled back as her lord cupped her breasts through the fabric of her dress, squeezing and kneading them roughly to continue the now pleasant assault.. now a bit sloppier since he was reaching his own peak.
Y/n was on the same path, and after a particularly hard thrust, her body spasmed and her jaw dropped openâŠ. her walls clenched around his hard and veiny cock, allowing Tom to finally release inside of her. Thrusting his hips to get it deeper inside of her before slowly pulling out.
A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped his mouth, his slender hands moved under the cloak as well, assuring that his seed wouldnât leave her body.
Both were still breathing heavily as the young witch took a couple of deep breaths, falling slowly down, her bare knees hitting the cold floor of her family Mansion.
âLovely⊠You have such a wonderful and useful daughter, Luciusâ The dark lord murmured in a mocking tone, petting softly her hair while staring deeply in her fatherâs eyes, who was still at the table
âMake sure she will be there next week, for the next⊠encounterâ he ordered, taking a grip on her hair to move her head easily, so that her eyes could meet his piercing red ones âI will see you later, doveâ.
His voice was smooth and tempting, a contrast to the rough actions that just happened⊠his caress feeling almost soft and loving even if his stare was just communicating pure possessiveness and domination.
OH.MY.GOD. i absolutely loved ur nam-gyu fic it was actually insane, it was sooo juicy, so well written, so in character!!! i literally loved every single word i canât stress this enoughđ«đ« please write more about nam-gyu!! i would also like to see a more loser side of him since in ur fic he was like sooo suave but i feel like heâs really just. some guy getting minimum wage to promote a fuckass club. ANYWAY! thank u so much!!!
Warnings: Smut (18+), drug usage, sex while under the influence, awkward! Nam-gyu, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, sex in a club, sex in a club bathroom, thigh fucking, choking, squiring, creampie
When you went to the club with your friends, on a Friday night with a plan to get fucked up and laid, they didnât not think you were referring to the awkward club promoter who hung around the egotistic, purple haired rapper, Thanos, like a lap dog.
You were acquaintances with the rapper, heâs been frequenting the club you often find yourself at with your friends recently. Hell, heâs even bought your whole friend group rounds and rounds of shots- heâs even hit on you a couple times. But he was not your type.
The club promoter that was always next to him, black jacket over his hands, ringed fingers frequently coming up to cover his mouth, glaring at most people around, not trying to have every hot girl sit on his lap or dance on him like his purple haired counterpart part- now he was your type.
When Thanos showed up, beginning to frequent the club a few months ago, you saw more of the odd promoter on the club floor. You knew he worked there as a promoter but he always seemed to be in the back, preferring only the drugs of the scene rather than the whole scene itself.
A few weeks back when you found yourself at this same club, with Thanos walking over from his VIP table to buy your friends drinks, you finally asked him about the black haired shadow he seemed to have. âOh him? Thatâs my boy Nam-su!!â Thanos said throwing an arm loosely around your shoulder. âYou like him, heâs a charmer isnât he?â Thanos drunkenly said looking back over to where âNam-suâ was.
He was seated on the sofa, looking around erratically. He was glaring at pretty much anyone who came near him. No girls even looked his way. You and Thanos watched on as he leaned over the glass table in front of him and begins to snort a line of whatever substance was on the table.
Yeah, real charmer.
But something about him made you crave him. You wanted to fuck him. âYeahâŠ.So his names Nam-su?â You ask again, trying to make sure you remember it. âYep! Thatâs my boy Nam-Su!!!!!â Thanos calls out loudly, enough itâs apparently heard over the loud music by the so called âNam-suâ, who looks up and glares over at the two of you before rolling his eyes.
âDoesnât look to happy does he?â You ask with an uneasy laugh. One of the bartenders who brings you a drink leans over the bar and laughs âThatâs âcause that ainât his name. His name is Nam-gyu.â
So there you found yourself that Friday with a goal in mind. You needed Nam-gyu. So after getting more than a few drinks in your system and your friend dragging you over to Thanosâ little group- you decided to put your plan in action.
He was currently sitting next to Thanos, rolling up a blunt, his hands shaking and his leg bouncing. Thanos was talking up some girls, having took the blunt that Nam-gyu originally rolled for him and Thanos; sharing it among the group of girls who threw themselves at the rapper.
He was pissed to say the least, the blunt he rolled now being wasted and not passed to him. He sat there a scowl on his face as he very obviously mumbled to himself, and conveniently there was a spot on the couch next to him.
You make your way over, sitting down next to him. He immediately looks up, looking at you like youâre crazy. Why the fuck were you coming over to him? He was never really a ladies man, sure he had experience but not with a woman such as yourself. You were way out of his league he thought.
You lean your elbow on your leg, resting your chin in your palm as you look at him. âMind if I join?â You say in a sickly sweet voice, smiling at him. Instead of flirting or acting as suave as Thanos- he looks at you like youâre stupid.
You can practically read the âWhy the fuck are you even near me, Iâm not sharing my shit with youâ look. You can tell he really doesnât even realize youâre flirting with him. You groan and reach into your bra, pulling out a bad of weed and a small bag of white powder. âChill out, Iâll match with you.â You say laughing, offering the substances out.
This seems to catch his attention. He raises an eyebrow conspiratorially, âThis isnât going to get you on some pedestal with him, youâre better off dancing on him.â He says, and oh fuck his voice is so delicious, itâs wavering, a low tone, almost like heâs anxious to be talking to you, like he expects you to only be doing this to somehow get closer to the purple haired rapper.
You laugh, the sounds catches him of guard and makes he heart thump against his chest in a way he despises. âIâm not trying to get on some pedestal with him.â You say pointing over to Thanos, âIf anything Iâm trying to get on âsome pedestalâ with you.â You finish, pointing to him.
The words make him think heâs hallucinating, heâs questioning how much drugs heâs done tonight. Heâs never been with a girl like you, heâs not even sure heâd know what to do with himself.
âYeah, yeah, alright.â He mumbles taking your bad of weed from you. He inspects it, like heâs expecting you to hand him some trash weed. âItâs not weak shit, âs good.â You say pointing to it as he takes a nug out and inspects it.
âI dunno. Girls like you usually have shit weed.â He grumbles. You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. âThe fucks that supposed to mean?â You ask, he doesnât answer, only responding with another question of his own, âCan you roll?â He asks it like he already knows the answer and you canât.
He really was not the ladies man. No wonder you didnât ever see him leaving the club with a female companion. You decide to not answer him, instead just reaching over to grab your weed back from him. He assumes that youâre gonna take your stash and leave but you donât.
You grab the cigar off the tray in front of him, the one he was about to begin to roll when you showed up. Beginning to split it, your nails run down the cigar breaking it open dumping the tobacco onto the rolling tray into the pile already accumulated by the past blunts smoked by the group.
He watches on, surprised by how well you do it. He wasnât too impressed by the girls Thanos usually had rolling- but you? Well it made him less uneasy. But he was still so awkward next to you.
You could see him out of the corner of your eye, beginning to break down the weed with hands that would not stop shaking. Admittedly you loved the visual, his long slender fingers rolling the weed to break it down, adorned with a couple silver rings, it was a real treat. But it was so interesting to see him work like that, like he truly had no idea you actually found him attractive.
You reach over to grab some of the weed he was breaking down, purposefully running your hand along his, your manicured nails dancing along the top of his hand. It makes him freeze, you can see him tense up. You draw your hand back to begin to fill the wrap with the weed you picked up. You think maybe youâre shit out of luck- that he really wasnât interested. But, when you look up to his face his eyes are trained on where the feeling of your fingers lingered on his hand and the corner of his bottom lip was caught in his teeth.
âIâm not gonna bite yâknowâŠâ You say in a soft sweet tone, scooting closer to him so your thighs press against his. Youâre shoulder to shoulder. âI know..â he mumbles in response, dusting his hands off and then leaning his elbows on his knees. Heâs sat forward, arms hanging down between his knees.
His eyes turn towards you, anxiously darting around your face, tracing the column of your neck, to your collar bone, to where your super low cut dress digs into the swell of your breasts, making it look like your tits weâre nearly ready to fall out of the dress, then down lower to where his eyes lock on to where your bare thigh presses against him.
His eyes then watch on as you expertly roll the blunt, tucking it into itself. You leave a part of it unrolled, your tongue coming out to lick at the blunt. He thinks his heart stopped or maybe his heart beat is all the way in his dick- he doesnât know. But he watches as your tongue slowly lathes over the wrap, itâs like youâre putting on a show that was only for him. He can feel himself getting uncomfortably hot.
You finish, your eyes turning towards him as you fold down the flap, sealing the blunt, and then passing it over to him. âIs it up to your standards, sir?â You say teasingly, leaning towards him a bit more. You can see the way his Adamâs Apple bobs when he swallows thickly when the nickname falls from your lips.
He brings one of his hands up to his mouth, dragging the skin down, like you would literally be the death of him- like heâs trying to compose himself. You really havenât done much and you already seem to have an effect on him- oh youâre fucking him tonight.
He snatches the blunt from you, inspecting it. He hated to admit it was good, maybe even better than the ones he would roll, but he wouldnât tell you that. ââS good enough.â He says and shrugs. âWoooowâ you say laughing, âI see how it isâŠtough crowd.â
He puts the blunt in his mouth and grabs a lighter. He looks ungodly good with the blunt hanging loosely from his lip as he searches for a lighter. He looks to the table to try and find the lighter he brought- it wasnât there. Maybe in his pocket? His hands pat the pocket of his jacket and jeans, it wasnât there.
Then youâre leaning over him, flicking a lighter that you brought and lighting the blunt. When he begins to inhale, his eyes lock with yours, taking in the way you look against the red-orange hue of the flame. When the blunt is lit, you flick the lighter off and slowly lean back.
âThanks.â He mumbles, settling back into the couch and hitting the blunt. As the smoke slowly flows out of his mouth, he hands the blunt out to you. You move to lean on the back of the couch, one arm propped up. Your chest was pressed into his as you lean even closer to him to grab the blunt. As you put it to your mouth and inhale your eyes never leave his.
He looks at you as if youâre a puzzle heâs trying to solve. Here you were, all up on him, in a cute little leather dress and heels that looked like they were more than his rent for a month, all with a pretty little face to match.
You let the smoke sit in your mouth before letting slip past your lips only the smallest bit before inhaling through your nose. He could feel himself become hot, shifting his hips forward on the couch to adjust his cock that begins to swell against his thigh.
âSo youâre a promoter here?â You ask, and suddenly he seems to connect the dots (or at least he thinks he does). You probably wanted free drinks or a vip booth or free cover, but all that- anything he gives out, comes out of his pocket and he hardly had money for the weed he was smoking now.
âYeah. But I canât get you free cover, or drinks, or a VIP band.â He says curtly, inhaling from the blunt you handed back to him. You scoff, a bit offended he felt so little of you but with the people he hangs around, and the girls of the scene; you canât blame him for thinking that.
âI donât care about that. Was just tryinâ to make conversation with you.â You say pouting. He quirks up an eyebrow and laughs, âOkay, humor me..â he says turning to lean closer to you, âthen why are you talking to me, you didnât want my drugs, you donât want to get closer to Thanos, donât want free drinks or VIP, what the fuck could you possibly want from me?â
You take the blunt back as he passes it, inhaling before speaking, âSimple. Youâre hot. I wanna fuck.â You say shrugging. Heâs not even hitting the blunt and he chokes, sitting up straight and looking at you wide eyed like he hallucinated the whole thing. You laugh at his reaction, itâs a genuinely loud laugh that has you clutching your stomach.
âYouâŠwhat?â He asks, his voice unsure, like youâre speaking a different language. He did not expect those words. you giggle again, âHere, Iâll put it a different wayâŠ.â You muse as you lean closer, your faces inches apart. âI. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.â You say annunciating every word, your free hand that is resting against the back of the couch reaching out to play with a strand of his hair.
âYeah, okay..â he says swallowing and nodding excitedly. âLetâs go.â He finishes. You shake your head âWe still got nearly a whole blunt to finish, weâre not leaving anywhere just yet.â You grin, your hand holding up the blunt. He looks at you like a kicked puppy, pouring.
You roll your eyes âSo eager. We can have a little fun while it finishes, everyone here is busy themselves or drugged out of their mind.â You coo to him, he looks at you confused. You laugh softly to yourself, your free hand grabbing the hand thatâs resting on his bouncing leg thatâs close to you. You guide his hand to your inner thigh, dragging it up your flesh until his pinky finger is brushing against your clothed pussy.
His breath catches in his throat, fuck, youâd be the death of him. His hand turns, his fingers almost immediately fall into a rhythm of rubbing up and down your cunt over your panties. It makes you bite your lip and nod in approval, the small movement of praise and the feeling of your warm cunt beginning to soak through your panties onto his finger makes his cock swell to a large tent in his jeans one that was impossible to hide.
You remove your hand from over his, reaching over to grip his cock over his jeans, massaging the bulge. His head throws back, landing against the back of the couch. âCome on now..â you say, emphasizing your words with a particularly hard squeeze, âstill gotta be with it enough to hit the blunt.â You tease handing it over to him.
He doesnât lift his head, instead he reaches out blindly to grip your hand, fingers wrapping around your hand to find the blunt. He grips it, pulling it to his mouth. You let out a surprised squeak when his hand moves to push your panties to the side, his fingers returning to your bare cunt.
When he feels the warmth of your bare pussy against his hand he lets out a moan around the blunt that he pulls from his mouth. His fingers dip into your folds, just feeling you. Youâre already beginning to get wet, allowing his fingers to move easily as he begins to spread your arousal around.
You pass the blunt back and forth, never stopping your ministrations on each other. You couldnât help but to grind against his hand, catching your clit on his palm with every roll of your hips. Youâre dripping over his hand, only making him even more desperate for anything youâre willing to give him. He doesnât say anything, he literally thinks he couldnât if he even tried.
Your hand continues to massage his clothed erection, your hand moving up and down over the fabric, cupping the girth of his cock. You knew the possibility of someone looking on and seeing the two of you was high, but the idea only made you wetter. You knew it would be quite a show, and anyone who saw it would be too drunk or high to remember it the next day. So if they wanted to look on, let them.
When you let the last hit you took roll out over your mouth and look over to him to pass him the blunt, youâre met with a delightful sight. Heâs leaned back in the couch, head thrown back as he takes the blunt. His legs are spread wide, hips rolling up to meet your hand.
When he hands the blunt back to you, you realize itâs basically at the end of its life so youâre putting it out on the ash tray and scooting closer to him. Your nose trails up his neck until your lips reach his earlobe. âThe bluntâs done.â As soon as the words left your mouth his head shoots up and he turns to you.
His eyes trace over your face frantically as if heâs searching for some sign that you backed out of the idea you proposed. âStill wanna fuck?â You ask simply, playing with a silver chain that he has around your neck. He nods frantically, âGod, yes..â he says breathlessly.
You giggle and pull him into you by his jacket. When you kiss him you can feel him tense up a bit, he takes a second to relax and when he does heâs melting into you. His lips move with yours, a little messy but itâs so desperate and eager you donât even care. Youâre pulling him impossibly closer to you, your tongue snaking into his mouth.
You begin to stand off the couch, pulling him with you so you two donât break. When heâs standing fully his hands are on you, on your waist, on your ass, just feeling you. You were like the many porno mags and videos heâs jacked off to, nothing like anyone heâs actually fucked before.
He hardly could pay for his apartment so he normally worked over time at the club you found yourself in for overtime that was hardly worth it. So the girls he usually fucked were shitty hook ups in the ally or even using a glory hole thatâs in the club, but you? You were a whole new caliber for him and he wanted to make every moment of it.
You pull away panting, heâs the same. âCâmon.â You simply say and drag him off to the back hallway of the club where the bathrooms were. Once you make it to the hallway, youâre back on him, kissing him with a fury as you guide the two of you into the ladies bathroom.
You two fumble through the door, crashing into the wall of the bathroom. His mouth is doing wonders, youâre addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours and he is the exact same.
The kiss is desperate, like heâs worried youâll rip away from him and go off into the crowd of the club never to be seen again. You pull him into one of the stalls of the bathroom by the fabric of his shirt. When you have him in one of the bathroom stalls youâre pushing him backwards, his back collides with door, closing the stall.
Youâre thankful that the bathroom was decently clean, sure the walls were covered in graffiti and there was most certainly a glory hole carved into the wall of the stall- but the toilets and floor were free of piss and vomit- which is why you picked the girls bathroom in the first place, hoping to get the better end of the bargain between pick of bathrooms.
His hand drops from your hip, reaching behind him to fumble with the lock of the stall, latching it in place. His hand is back on your hip, like he needed to feel you and any moment away from you is like heâd die. You pull away from his lips and you swear you could cum from the facial expression he has alone. His eyebrows are upturned in desperation, his mouth parted as he tryâs to catch his breath.
You donât give him time to, your lips begin to trail down his jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses as you move down his neck. His grip on your hips is like a vice, his nails beginning to leave crescent shaped marks where they dig into the leather fabric of your dress.
His hands move around your back and down gripping at the leather of your dress to pull it up over your ass. His hands are against your flesh almost instantly, meeting your ass and gripping at the flesh, squeezing it and kneading it in his large hands
You could feel his pulse as you kissed along the side of his neck, it was erratic and hard, like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. You nipped and sucked at his pale skin, leaving red and purple hues in your wake. Marking him as yours.
âY-youâre a fucking minx..â he says breathlessly, his head kicked back against the bathroom door. You bite particularly hard at his shoulder, he grits his teeth and growls, a sound that makes your cunt throb. One of his hands pulls back to slap your ass, itâs a hard, sharp sting; the sound resounding through the bathroom. You moan against his skin and arch back into his hands.
He lets out a breathless laugh, like he truly canât believes that you are on him right now. He wasnât a virgin, far from it. But the girls he was with were never anything to write home about, always a drugged out one-night stand, him usually doing all the work for her to only do the bare minimum if it meant the girl got drugs.
But you? Oh fuck. He genuinely thought he was dreaming.
âMhmâŠI knowâŠâ you mumble out between giggles. Your hands run up his chest and up to his shoulders, beginning to push the jacket he had on off his shoulders. He beats you to it though, heâs so eager.
He shoves his jacket he was wearing off his shoulders, taking it off and grabbing it, beginning to move to throw it over the bathroom stall. But you grab it moving to bunch it up and toss it on the ground between you two. âBitch, what the-â you can see him about to begin to scold you for dropping his jacket to the floor, his voice angered. But heâs cut off when you drop to your knees
âOhâŠâ he breathes out, looking down at you in awe. âYeah, âohââ you mock with a giggle, your hands running up his thighs, and then trailing inward to grip at the bulge in his jeans. Your smile widens as you hear the choked gasp he lets out. âFor someone who was so callous and cold with me up until a couple of minutes ago, youâre really hard arenât you?â You say looking up at him.
He lets out a sound that resembles a growl, looking down at you with the same angry stare but his eyebrows are turned up, the telltale sing of his desperation heâs trying to hide. You make quick work of undoing his button and zipper. You pull his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.
You figured heâd be packing, but fuck. He was long and heavy, veins running along the underside in tantalizing lines. It has your mouth watering.
âFuck youâre huge..â you praise as you run your hands up and down his thighs, leaning in to place gentle kisses along the side, starting at the base of his cock and working your way up. âYouâre a dream..â he mumbles out, more to himself than you. It makes you giggle, pulling away before placing a kiss on the tip of his cock, your tongue coming out to lap at the bead of pre-cum that beads at his red and angry tip.
âNo, âm real.â You hum, placing another kiss to the underside of his tip. He shudders. You turn your head to the side, sticking your tongue out and pressing his cock to it. You slide your tongue back and forth a few times, wetting his cock. âWhatâs it gonna take for me to prove Iâm real?â You say looking up at him with a pout, as you speak your lips brush against his dick.
âHmm, I know! Fuck my throat.â You say with a grin, looking up at him. You watch as he bites his bottom lip, a muffled moan coming out of his throat. âThat should make you know this isnât a dream.â You giggle as you part your lips, slowly slinking down onto his cock.
When he passes through your soft lips and into your warm mouth his stomach tenses, a groan coming through his closed mouth. You move your head down, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. Your tongue flattening to lick at the veins on the underside of his dick.
His eyes finally open, looking down at the sight below him and letting out the breath he had been holding. He reaches down, cupping your face to feel how stretched out your jaw was- yet youâre taking him so well. His hand moves to the back of your head, beginning to guide you up and down his cock. Your eyes never stop looking up at him, taking him in your throat so fucking well.
If he were to die right here and now, he would be a happy man. The heaven that was your mouth was something he didnât know he was aching for, for what seemed like years; even if he just met you- like the solace that was your mouth was the answer to all his problems.
And so he began to take it out on you. Which is just what you wanted. Both his hands meet at your head, cradling your skull as he begins to thrust his cock into your throat. You brace your hands against his thighs, pushing his jeans and underwear down further so you can rest skin to skin.
His hands push you down his cock, letting out a strangled groan as your tongue lathes over the entirety of his dick as he begins to draw it in and out of your warm, wet mouth. His head is thrown back against the stall, his mouth parted, letting all the little gasps and whines heâs letting out be heard for anyone in the bathroom.
His head lolls to the side, his eyes that were screws shut open to look down at you and when he catches your gaze he lets out a breathless gasp, âH-hahâŠ.you sure know how to suck cock donât you?â He rasps out, trying to seem unfazed but his shaky words give him away.
You purposefully begin to make filthy slurping sounds, head pushing down farther than his hands were pushing you. Youâre opening your mouth as wide as you can, sinking almost all the way down. You never break eye contact. He watches as your tongue slips past your lips, even with a mouthful of cock, a trail of your saliva beginning to drop from the pink muscle.
All he can think about is the feeling that your tongue would offer his balls and the tightness of your throat around the entirety of his cock. So his hands meet the back of your head again, and push you the rest of the way down.
Heâs hunched over you, pressing your nose to his pelvic bone. Your tongue runs over his heavy balls, your throat swallowing around him, itâs an unearthly feeling. His hips grind his cock into your mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue and wet spit covering his balls and making a complete mess of him.
He pulls you off of his cock by the back of your hair, looking down at you like you just gave him the secret of the universe, âHow the fuck do you do thatâŠâ he asks in an awkward tone, genuinely baffled, his voice shaking. It makes you laugh, your need for him only growing stronger with his awkward quips.
âI dunno..â you shrug, a trail of spit connecting your plush lips to the tip of his cock. Your tongue darts out to lick at the string, disconnecting it. One of your hands lifts up to begin to pump his cock. Your spit that coats his girth only serving as extra lubrication for every flick of your wrist. âI just do it..â you mumble, looking up at him innocently.
He tosses his head back, both of his hands coming up to drag his face as he groans, trying to catch his breath that he swears you stole from him. âHoly fuckâŠâ he groans to himself, you really are too much for him.
With your hand still moving up and down his cock you place your mouth back on his tip, swirling your tongue around it to collect the salty pre-cum that is spilling endlessly out of his slit. His hand clasps over his mouth as he lets out a choked moan, his other hand coming to rest on the top of your head, gently guiding your movements once more. âY-youâre so fucking good at thisâŠâ he pants out, his hips beginning to thrust into your mouth.
You accept it gratefully, your mouth dropping open wide and taking him deep in your mouth. His eyebrows turn upward as he realizes you really are letting him truly fuck your mouth. He reaches his shaky hands down, cradling the sides of your skull and holding you still as he thrusts brutally into the warm tightness of your throat.
Youâre choking around him, even forcing spit out of your mouth to make it infinitely more messy. He looks down at you with clenched teeth, his bottom lip becoming caught between his teeth as he continues his pace, the tip of his cock slipping past the tight ring of your throat every time he surges forward.
He can feel himself getting close, but he doesnât want to cum in your mouth. No, heâs going to savor this, he wanted to cum deep in your pussy.
Heâs grabbing the back of your hair and hauling you to a standing position. Youâre spun around and pushed up against the wall of the bathroom stall, his hands are working to bunch your dress even higher. Heâs running his hands along your stomach and then down lower. His hands grip at your inner thighs, pulling your ass back against him as he rocks his hard length between the valley of your ass.
Youâre panting breathless, your hands braced against the stall as you push back against him. You shake your ass a little, whining when you feel his cock slip down between your thighs. âClose âem.â He growls, his hands moving to your hips. You do as he says.
A high pitched whine comes out of your mouth when you feel him begin to draw his hips back, running the length of his cock between the lips of your cunt. Every time he surges his hips forward his thick cock-head catches your clit in the most delicious way.
You can feel your cunt wetting his cock as he fucks your thighs, helping him to slide his cock even more. With his forehead resting against your shoulder blade, youâre hearing every pant, groan, and moan that falls out of his lips. And fuck does he sound so good.
âSo fuckinâ wet.â He groans out, his hands holding your hips in a bruising grasp. He shifts his hips ever so slightly, the top of his cock grinding up against your clit, moving back and forth in short motions to keep his throbbing cock-head against your puffy clit. âPlease, want you inside meâŠâ you cry out, your eyes looking back over your shoulder. He groans, his hands grip harder at your hips, his movements stalling like heâs trying to contain himself from burying his cock balls deep inside you right then.
âLemme feel you some more..your thighs are so softâ he says lowly, his head picking up from your shoulder to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His movements continue, âfeels so fuckin good, perfect fucking cuntâŠso softâŠâ For someone who wasnât very talkative when you first met, heâs sure running his mouth now. And oh my god, you love it.
He shifts again so he can run your pussy along the entire length of his dick. Your cunt weeps around him, making an obscene mess between your thighs. Heâs panting heavily against your neck, lips beginning to kiss along your neck in messy sporadic movements.
All you can do is helplessly rut your hips back against him, dragging your pussy along his cock as he thrusts. It feels so fucking good, every time his tip hits your clit youâre jolting against him. One of his hands moves from your hip up to the top of your dress. He stretches the fabric down, your tits spill out from the fabric, and one of them is instantly grabbed by his hand. Heâs squeezing the flesh like itâs a life line.
âHoly fuckâŠâ you call out in a shuddering breath, your knees beginning to feel weak. âPlease, f-fuck put it in.â You beg, your head tilting to nudge his face, he tilts his head up and latches his lips onto yours. The kiss is mostly tongue, itâs frenzied and messy but itâs so so hot. He pulls away with a grunt âFucking impatient.â
He shoves you into the bathroom stall by the back of your shoulder. Your tits are pressed into the cold metal of the stall as he grips the base of his cock, dragging it up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal on the head of his dick.
Itâs a phenomenal feeling and when he looks down, one of his hands gripping one side of your ass and pulling, the sight that greets him is even better. Your sopping, wet cunt is clenching around nothing, pushing more arousal out onto his cock. He circles the tip of his cock around your entrance, he sucks in a deep breath- he genuinely has to gather himself so he doesnât shoot his load right there on your spread pussy, as much as that would be a great sight.
When the head of his cock begins to sink into your tight hole you both let out shuddering gasps. And when he cants his hips forward ever so slightly, his fat tip sinking fully into your cunt with an audible âpopâ, both of you let out moans.
âF-fuck youâre so t-tight.â His voice is wavering, shaky, desperate- it has you going insane. Itâs like youâre squeezing the life out of his cock, and you were. He swore your greedy cunt was sucking him in. His hips surge forward, sinking further into your sopping walls, his arms leave your hips to wrap fully around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
âO-oh my fu-fucking god.â You sob out, it felt like he was splitting you open, but you wanted, needed, more. Youâre forcing your hips backwards, making his cock sink into you more. He lets out a surprised gasp, his arms tightening around you as he hisses through clenched teeth, âF-fuck!! S-slow down, girl. S-shit.â
You canât help the fucked-out grin that spreads across your face as you hear him, itâs a desperate plea, like the consuming squeeze of your cunt would be the death of him. You donât listen, instead you push your hips back one final time, your ass becoming flush with his hips and thighs.
When his cock is sheathed fully in your spasming cunt he lets out a choked groan, arms squeezing around you so tight you damn near thought youâd break. And you echo, the feeling of the entirety of his cock is so intense. Youâre feel like youâre split open, speared on his cock. You swear you can feel the tip of his cock press softly against your cervix.
âY-youâre so bigâŠâ you say breathlessly, eyes rolling so far back you swore you could see your skull. You try to begin moving your hips against him, but he squeezes you even tighter- a squeak coming out of you, your movements halted. âDonât you dareâŠ.â He rasps, his chest heaving against your back, ââŠfucking move.â
Heâs holding you still, he has to regain some ground before you begin to fuck yourself back against him. Heâs thinking anything he can to get his mind off of cumming deep into your cunt here and now. He can feel your walls spasming around him, greedily sucking him in like itâs coaxing him to thrust into you.
He sits there a couple moments before unwrapping his arms from your waist and leaning back, his hands finding purchase on your ass. He draws his hips back, the delicious drag of his cock pulling out of your cunt has you resting your head against the wall, hands curling into fists then flattening again as your tried to grasp at something to keep you on this plane of existence.
He draws his cock so just the tip rests in your pussy before slamming back in. He lets out a choked groan, the feeling of your messy walls coating his cock with your syrupy arousal and squeezing around him like a vice is better than any drug heâs ever tried- and heâs tried a lot.
âTightest fucking c-cuntâŠâ he rasps, his hips positioning into you at a brutal pace, the plush of your ass recoiling against his thighs with every thrust. âWhere the f-fuck have you b-been..â he says between thrusts, his breath heavy, ââŠall this fucking time.â His thrusts are erratic, sloppy even, but itâs so so so good.
You can feel your cunt gush around his dick, with every thrust his cock kisses your cervix in a pleasurable pressure that has you rocking back against him harder. âH-harder, f-fuck, harder!â You cry out, one of your hands coming down to play with your clit.
He sees this and leans back over you, swatting your hand away before replacing it with his. His thrusts speed up, becoming rougher, his cock abusing your cunt. âI-if thatâs what you need I want t-to be the one to do it..â he whines into your ear. It has you moaning, arching into his touch and creaming around him even more.
His fingers dance along your clit, the soft feeling of your pussy is surely going to be something he remembers for days to come. Youâre so wet his hand slides effortlessly around your silky bud. âI-Iâve fucking dreamed of a pussy like thisâŠâ he moans into your hear, his hips jackhammering into you. Every messy thrust creates a wet splashing sound as your arousal coats his thighs and your ass.
All you can do is nod helplessly against the bathroom stall, your hand gripping at his wrist as his fingers work against your sloppy cunt. âAnd youâre fucking creaminâ around me so much, makinâ such a fuckinâ messâŠâ his words broken up by his moans, âYouâre like right out of a f-fucking pornoâŠâ he adds with a particularly high pitched whine as you bare down on him hard.
The compliment is awkward but you couldnât help it, the idea of him alone in his apartment fisting his dick desperately to porn videos he could only dream of reenacting, and now heâs living it- made you tumble closer to the edge more than you cared to admit.
âF-fuck Iâm close.â You sob out, your hand gripping his wrist in a vice like grip as his fingers dance along your clit, massaging it between his two fingers before going back to drawing circles, âH-holy f-fuck I can feel it, squeezing my cock so fucking t-tight.â He choked out, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he draws his hips all the way back to only to let them back forwards, slamming into balls deep.
âC-cum in me please, fuck I-i need to feel it.â When the words fall from your lips he lets out a choked sob, âF-fucking h-hell yes, fuck yes I will..â he says, almost like you answered a silent prayer he had. His fingers working faster against your puffy clit, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he pounds your puffy cunt.
âGonna c-cum so fuckin deep in youâŠâ he groans out, his lips ghosting along your earlobe. You nod desperately, âP-please, oh god, please!â You cry out, the worry of people hearing you is long gone.
His hand that wasnât playing with your clit leaves your hip to travel up to grab your neck. He squeezes, pulling you up and back against him. It makes his cock drive impossibly deeper. You moan out, itâs a strangled sound that only makes his hips piston up harder into you.
With his fingers working faster against your clit, his cock pile driving your poor cunt, and his hand grasping at your throat enough to make your vision go hazy- youâre hurling towards a powerful orgasm in a split second
You cum and you cum hard. You let out a high pitched moan, your cunt squeezing and baring down on his cock like youâre trying to milk him, almost forcing him out of your pussy with how hard youâre pulsating. And you look down in shock when your release gushes out of you in a violent stream.
âO-oh my godâŠyouâre fucking squirting.â He exclaims breathlessly, still working his fingers against you and thrusting his thick cock into you spraying your cum everywhere. It floods around his cock and sprays to the floor. You shake against him, crying out as you continue to cum. And heâs right behind you.
The sound he lets out is sinful, something that you wish you could have recorded. You feel each thick spurt of cum flood the inside of your cunt in. Itâs so warm, filling you up even further than you already are.
His hips rut against you, trying to fuck his cum deeper into you. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your body violently shaking against him. When you look down you see the bathroom tiles are flooded with your release. You can also see the cum that drips out of you onto his cock, covering his balls with even more of a mess.
He drops his hand from your neck to your waist holding you against him as he falls forward, his other hand resting against the bathroom stall, your own hand falling right under his to also steady yourself as your two stand there breathless. Youâre sure if he wasnât holding you up by your waist youâd fall boneless to the floor.
You look back down to where you to connect, the floor covered in a debauched mix of both your cum. You let out a whimper when you watch a thick glob of his cum fall out from you and onto the floor with a âplapâ sound.
âYou filled me so much cumâŠâ you whine, hips rolling against him. He squeezes you, âKeep s-still, f-fuck.â He hisses, his softening dick over sensitive in your tight pussy. âYou fucking milked meâŠ.â He retorts, âsânot my fault.â He mumbles.
âWould it be too late to ask for your phone number or was this like a one off thing orâŠâ he begins to ramble. âI let you cum in me, you made me squirt- Iâm getting your fucking phone number.â You say laughing. âO-okay good.â He sighs against you.
You think heâs about to pull out, allow you to get dressed and be on your way but no. His hips begin to rock into yours again, âC-can I please make you squirt again⊠I wanna see it.â He begs, his nose running against your neck.
And when he asks like that, a whiney lilt to his voice. How could you say no?
im literally having so much fun getting through these requests. Requests are still open they will just take some time!!
Next up I got another nam-gyu smut (this time heâs ROUGH!!! Yall like omg the stuff im writing is filthy).
TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, big câĄck!Val, light degradatiâĄn kink, Val is in hell for a reason, p in v, naive!reader, dub-con, betrayal, angst, praise kink, sub!reader, rough sâĄx, hair pulling, multiple âĄrgasm (f!recieving), dirty talk, daddy dom/sub undertone, fingâĄring, cervix fâĄcking, âĄverstimulation, thrâĄat fâĄcking, gâĄslighting, first time writing Val, Val is the warning
WORD COUNT: 5.7K~
SPECIAL MENTION: @crackrodent (my fellow VoxTek Server member), your request has been heard. Here you go.
In your bleakest hour, when the darkness of Hell threatened to swallow you whole, a saviour came in the form of a devil â no, a man. A man, tall and lanky, his grin hidden behind the oversized, heart-shaped sunglasses that glittered with charm. His suit, sleek and pristine, seemed to gleam in the dim light of his studio, its fabric cool against your fingertips. His antennae resembled delicate strands of beads, swaying gently with each movement, while the fur collar draped around his neck was impossibly soft, like brushing your hand against velvet clouds. Â
You sank into the plush couch, its cushions cradling you as though welcoming you into his world of luxury. As you leaned forward, the silence of the room wrapped around you, broken only by the gentle press of your lips against his. Valentinoâs touch, ever so light, cradled your cheek with the upper set off his arms, the pads of his fingers warm and tender. His lower arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, a possessive embrace that held you still beneath his gaze. Â
âAh, baby,â he cooed, his voice rich and decadent, like the taste of something forbidden and wild. His red eyes, muted behind his tinted glasses, traced every inch of your face. âIâd love to make you a star.âÂ
Your breath hitched, heat flooding your cheeks. âVal, IâŠIâm not good at acting,â you murmured, almost shrinking under the intensity of his gaze. You could still remember the days he found you â lost, chased by heartless demons, terrified. Heâd stepped in with his effortless charm, offered your shelter, safety, everything you could ever want and more. He gave it all so freely, draping you in luxury that felt like a dream, love that you had never known before. Â
He chuckled, a sound so smooth it sent a shiver down your spine. âNonsense, cariño,â he whispered, each word sliding from his lips like honey. His hand pressed against your chest, gently pushing you back into the couchâs soft embrace. âLook at you,â he purred, a predatory grin stretching his lips, revealing the glint of his golden tooth. âYouâre absolutely stunning.â He leaned closer, the heat of his breath grazing your skin like a soft whisper. âYouâre sexy,â he murmured, his fingers brushing over your collarbone. âAnd you voiceâŠâ His lips hovered near your neck, his breath hot against your skin. âAbsolutely divine.âÂ
Your body reacted before your mind could process, your pulse quickening as heat pooled in your core. âV-ValâŠâ you breathed, voice trembling with anticipation. Heâd made love to you before, always so tender, so careful â his touch was slow, calculated, and worshipful. Every time, he ensured you reached the stars before him. Â
He was patient. Â
He was kind. Â
He was your everything. Â
âAt least audition for my movie, wonât you?â Valâs voice slid through you like silk, pulling you under the weight of his will. It always did. His hands, those skilled, knowing hands, never stopped their caresses. âYou donât have to worry, Iâll take care of everything for you. I always do.âÂ
A soft giggle escaped your lips, though your nerves frayed at the edges. âI guess I can try,â you whispered, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his jaw, finding comfort in the familiar feel of his skin. âButâŠyou wonât be angry if I fail, right?â The words were hesitant, the shadow of doubt clinging to your tone. You searched his face, wanting to find reassurance that had always been there. Â
âOf course not, cariño.â Valentino placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. âI could never be angry at you.â Another kiss followed, but this one felt colder, more distant. Â
âI love you, Val,â you sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut as you melted into his embrace, your arms tightening around his chest. His scent â rich, intoxicating, almost suffocating â filled your senses, and you held on to it, onto him, like a lifeline. âI love you so much,â you repeated, your words trembling with a vulnerability you werenât sure heâd ever truly hear. Â
He laughed, a low rumble vibrating through his chest. He never said it back. He never had. But you had convinced yourself it was fine. Heâd told you once that love took time, that he needed to learn how to feel it. And you had promised to wait for him â for however long it took. Â
âMy heart,â Val murmured against your skin, his lips brushing down the length of your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, the tips cool against the flush of your skin. You shuddered, helpless under his touch, every nerve alighted as he traced, slow, deliberate patterns across your bare flesh. Â
âA-ah, ValâŠâ Your voice trembled as his fingers roamed higher, teasing, ghosting over the curve of your breast. His touch, light as a feather, sent a surge of warmth coursing through you. But something pulled your attention â a sharp glint in the corner of your eye. Â
A camera. Â
Its lens was pointed directly at the couch. The red light blinked in the shadows, cold and unfeeling. Â
âW-wait, Val!â You gasped, your heart lurching as his tongue, long and sinuous, slid over your neck, leaving a trail of icy wetness in its wake. Â
The roomâs heat pressed in around you, the air thick with the heady scent of Valentinoâs cologne mixed with something far more primal. You barely registered the cool sensation of the leather couch beneath you before Valâs lower arms were sliding under your skirt, his fingers deftly hooking into the delicate g-string heâd gifted you. Â
âMmm, baby, you know thatâs my favourite set,â he murmured, his voice dripping with casual possession as the fabric tore under his grip. The shredded lingerie hit the floor with a careless flick of his wrist. âDonât worry. Iâll buy you plenty more,â he added, voice smooth but laced with that dangerous, predatory edge, as his fingers found the wetness between your legs. His fingers slipped through your folds with a familiarity that sent a helpless shudder up your spine. Â
You gasped, your thighs trembling as his fingers danced over your slick heat. He moved with the precision of someone who knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, as each motion was designed to unravel you so. âIâŠIâŠhaâŠhaâŠâ Your words dissolved into breathless moans as he dipped into your core, gathering the wetness there before rubbing slow circles into the swollen nub that made you jolt under his touch. Â
âTh-the ca-camera,â you finally managed to choke out, a moan slipping past your lips as he kept circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, your spine arching instinctively toward his touch. You couldnât stop the sound that escaped from you, something desperate and raw. God, the way he played your body was criminal. Â
Valâs breath, hot and tickling the shell of your ear, made you tremble. âDonât worry about it, baby,â he whispered, his voice a velvety purr that slithered down your spine, pooling low in your belly. âYou trust me, donât you?â His breath brushed against your skin, and you could feel the heat of him, a roaring furnace of want hovering just over you. Â
Your mouth opened, another moan tearing from your throat as he pressed two fingers into you, the wet sound of him fucking your slick folds filling the room. âIâŠI trust you with all my heart,â you whimpered, your hips instinctively grinding against his hand, chasing the pressure, the release. His fingers curled inside you, and you felt the pleasure blooming with each movement, the slow smouldering burn becoming an insistent need. Â
âYouâre going to come for me, baby,â Val panted, his eyes gleaming with dark hunger, his lips parted, red saliva dripping in thick, viscous lines from the corners of his mouth. âThen youâre going to take daddyâs big cock, arenât you?â His voice was a low, sultry growl, his fingers quickening their relentless pace, the sound of your arousal slick and obscene. Â
All you could do was nod, biting down on your lip to suppress the rising moans threatening to spill from you. Your legs parted wider without thinking, your body offering itself to him as his second set of hands gripped you harder, keeping you in place as he ripped your shirt, skirt, and bra from your body, the sound of fabric tearing like distant thunder. Â
The cold air hit your exposed skin, your nipples hardening in response as he held you down, his fingers still driving you closer to that edge, pushing and pulling you into the pleasure with ruthless expertise. Â
Your vision blurred, the room narrowing to just the sensations of his fingers, the way they pressed and curled inside you, the pressure building higher, tighter, a coil ready to snap apart. âAhâŠah! F-f-f-â you stammered, each thrust making you shake, your body arching off the couch. His grin widened, sharp and wicked, as he watched you, relishing the sight of you coming undone beneath him. Â
âThatâs right, baby,â Val cooed, his voice a velvet blade, slicing through the haze of your thoughts as the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping filled the space between you. âCome for daddy.â His chuckle reverberated through you, the final push that sent you careening over the edge. Â
With a scream, your body snapped taut, the orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your heels dug into the couch as you thrashed under his unrelenting touch. He didnât stop, his fingers still plunging in and out, drawing out ever last wave of pleasure until you were nothing more but a trembling and panting bitch in heat from his hands. Â
âOh, baby,â Val crooned, his eyes gleaming crimson as he watched your chest rise and fall. His lips dripped that unnatural red saliva, a few droplets landing on the curve of your breast. âYou look so beautiful when you come.â His voice was thick with desire, but also something darker â something possessive. Â
You grinned weakly, basking in the praise despite the exhaustion. Even now, after heâd torn you apart with pleasure, you still craved his approval, his validation. But then you saw him unzip his pants, his cock springing free, thick and veined. Its lilac hue pulsed with each heartbeat, and the tip beaded with evidence of his arousal. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the sight, the sheer size of him still intimidating, even though youâd been here before. Â
But then, though the haze of lingering pleasure, reality crept back in â the audition. Your audition. The reason you were even here today. Â
âVal,â you began, your voice small, hesitating. You swallowed hard, the words almost painful to get out. âWhat about the audition?â You wrung your hands together nervously, your body instinctively curling in on itself. âIâŠI donât want to be late. I promised Iâd be there on time and I don't want to disappoint youâŠâÂ
Val smiled, but it wasnât the warm, comforting smile youâd grown used to. It was indulgent, knowing. âOh, my precious little girl,â he murmured, his voice laced with saccharine sweetness as his fingers closed around your wrist, pulling you back into his orbit. His touch was warm, reassuring, and for a moment, you forgot why youâd been so anxious. âAs long as youâre with me, you donât have to worry about a thing.âÂ
Your breath hitched as he guided your hand to his cock, your fingers wrapping around the solid heat of him. He was impossibly thick, your hand dwarfed by his length, and as you felt the weight of him, all thoughts of the audition melted away. Â
You knew what he wanted. The air between you crackled with tension, and with a shy, teasing smile, you leaned forward. Your lips brushed the swollen head of his cock, its heat palpable even before you pressed a lingering kiss against it. The musky scent of him filled your senses, the salt of his pre-cum lingering on your tongue as you opened your mouth, taking in the bulbous tip. The taste was intoxicating, heady, and dizzying. Â
Before you could react, his fingers twisted into your hair, a sharp tug, forcing your mouth further onto him. You whimpered, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, pleading with the pressure of your fingers that it was too much. Â
But he didnât care. His hips moved forward, relentless, the thick shaft pushing past your lips, stretching them beyond comfort. Your eyes fluttered shut as his cock slid across your tongue, heavy and pulsing. You felt him filling your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper, and the first flutter of panic set in when he hit the back of your throat. Â
âYou can take more, canât you, baby?â His voice was a low purr above you, filled with dark, honeyed encouragement. âDaddy knows youâre such a good girl.âÂ
Your throat convulsed, trying to adjust, your lips already aching from the stretch as he sank deeper. You gagged around him, tears stinging your eyes, but your determination to please him held you in place. The taste of him, the weight of him, filled your senses completely. Â
Your nails dug into his skin, a desperate plea to slow down, but he only chuckled, stroking your head as if you were some cherished pet. âMmm, thatâs it. I knew you could handle it.âÂ
Every inch of him seemed to demand more, pushing past your limits. You couldnât seal your lips fully around him; he was far too thick. Your mouth couldnât close properly, but it didnât matter. The wet, sloppy sounds of your struggle filled the room, along with your gags and his low, satisfied grunts. Â
Drool spilled from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your chin, dripping onto your thighs as your gag reflex betrayed you. Your nostrils flared desperately, fighting for air. Â
His grip tightened, forcing your head in rhythm with his hips, controlling you completely. He moaned, and the sound vibrated through your core, making your legs squeezed together, desperate for friction. You could hear his pleasure, feel it in the way his cock twitched as it slipped deeper into your throat. Â
The room blurred, tears spilling down your face, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you struggled for breath. Everything was too much â his taste, his weight, his voice, the pressure in your throat as he pushed past the brink of your tolerance. Â
Then, suddenly, he pulled out, your lungs heaving as you gasped for air. His cock, now slick with your saliva, glistened in the light as it hovered in front of your face. You coughed, a thick strand of spit connecting your lips to his cock snapped away.Â
âSuch a good little thing, arenât you?â His voice was darkly sweet, laced with approval. He tugged on your hair, lifting you, repositioning you with ease as if you weighed nothing. His lower hands cupped your ass, lifting you until you were straddling him, his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. Â
âI canâtâŠâ Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. You shook your head, trying to regain some control, but even the thought of sitting on him made your body tremble. âVal, please, I canât take it all.âÂ
Val laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. âOh, baby, but you will.â His confidence was undeniable, his grin wicked. Unexpectedly, he gripped your hips and pulled you down, forcing the head of his cock inside you. Â
The stretch was immediate, intense, and you gasped, your fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket as your body struggled to accommodate his size. âOh, fuck,â you whimpered, your walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Every nerve was on fire, pleasure and pain melding together in a dizzying mix as his fingers found your nipples, tweaking and pulling until you cried out. Â
âThatâs right. Let daddy hear how much you love it,â he crooned, his voice a rough whisper. âYouâre doing so well for me,âÂ
You bit your lips, eyes rolling back as he pushed deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock stretching you impossibly wide, filling you in ways that made your head spin. âSo big,â you whimpered, hips trembling as you tried to make space for him, but there wasnât enough. Â
He grunted, and with one swift motion, he pushed even deeper, a sharp gasp escaping you. He was at the end of you, pressing into places you didnât know could be touched, but he didnât stop. He kept going, inch by agonizing inch, until you were sure he would split you open. Â
âOh, GodâŠoh fuck,â you panted, your hands falling slack against his chest as you focused on breathing through the intense pressure building inside you. He held your waist firmly, his grip possessive, controlling, as if daring your body to resist him. Â
âYouâre taking me so well,â he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, soft encouragement like music to your soul. âAlmost there, mi amor.âÂ
Tears filled your eyes then.Â
This was the first time. Â
This was the first time Val had ever called you mi amor.
Mi amor. Â
My love. Â
Love. Â
You could feel him inside you, every thick vein, every inch of his cock as it stretched your body to its limits. Your belly bulged slightly where he pressed against you, a faint outline visible as he finally seated him fully inside you. Â
With one final hard thrust, he slammed you down onto his cock, and a scream tore from your throat. Your back arched as the shock of it rippled through your entire body. Your insides clenched around him, helpless to do anything else as he filled you completely, his cock a hard, throbbing presence deep within your core. Â
âLook at you,â he growled, his voice thick with pride and lust. âYou took it all, didnât you? Such a good girl.âÂ
You couldnât respond, couldnât do anything but tremble in his lap. Your body shook with the effort of accommodating him. The pain slowly dulled, replaced by an overwhelming fullness that sent pulses of pleasure through you. You could feel him deep inside you, so deep it felt like he was in your very soul. Â
A sob escaped your lips, half pain, half pleasure, as he grinned up at you, his gold tooth winking at you. âThatâs my girl,â he praised, his voice rich with satisfaction. Â
MaybeâŠhe could love you now.
You hoped that he loved you. Â
Without warning, he lifted your hips, pulling his cock halfway out, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Your pussy clenched, desperate to keep him inside, but he only chuckled, holding you steady. Â
âShh, donât worry,â he soothed, his lips planting small kisses along your jawline as he spoke. âIâm not done with you yet. Daddyâs going to take care of you.âÂ
Before you could process his words, he slammed you back down onto his cock, his hips meeting yours with a bruising force. You screamed, hands clawing at his shoulders as he began to thrust in earnest, fucking up into you with a savage intensity. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your vision going hazy as you lost yourself to the feeling of him inside you. Â
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your broken moans and his ragged grunts. He fucked you hard, mercilessly, his cock driving deep into your core with every thrust. The pressure inside you built, spiralling out of control as your body melted against him, surrendering your soul, your heart, your body, completely. Â
âI want you, daddy,â you cried into the air. His cock throbbed inside you, twitching inside of you, the pressure making your walls flutter in response. âPlease,â you begged, your voice trembling with desperation, a sweet, helpless plea that he loved hearing from you. Â
Valâs grin was wide and wicked, that gleaming gold tooth catching the harsh light above. âThatâs right, thatâs a good girl,â he cooed, his tone low and degrading. The moment the words left his lips, his hips slammed forward with brutal position, pulling you down hard against him once more. Â
The scream tore from you before you could stop it, your body overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly filled. His cock drove so deep inside, you swore you could feel him pressing against your womb. You gasped, chest heaving, as he pounded in to you. Â
The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every stroke felt like a cruel tease â he would pull away just enough to leave you empty before ramming back into you, your lips red and raw from the relentless friction. You could only hang on, body trembling, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure rippling through you. Â
His cock didnât just touch your cervix; it slammed into it, forcing it open as he claimed every inch of you. You couldnât think, couldnât speak â only animalistic sounds escaped your lips as he took you over and over again. Â
Your limbs went slack, completely giving into his control. Valâs hands gripped you tightly, guiding your body as he pleased. You were a puppet to his desire, limp yet burning alive under his touch. Your head fell forward, and you panted for breath. âOh fuck, daddy, daddy,â you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. âIâm so close â so, so, close,â you babbled, the peak just within reach, the sensation building into something unbearable. Â
Valâs voice, low and commanding, made your world unravel. âThatâs right, come for daddy,â he growled, his hips snapping against you. The harsh slam of his body against yours was all it took to push you over the edge. You tensed, gasping, as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you trembling and slick between your thighs, your mind a haze of white-hot pleasure. Â
Your body slumped forward, but Val wasnât finished. In a swift movement, he pushed you down to the cold floor and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. Your limbs shook, barely able to hold your weight as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you back toward him. You barely had time to gasp before you felt the molten heat of his cock press against your entrance again. Â
His cock surged back into you with unrelenting force, and your eyes widened at the new sensation. From this angle, he felt impossibly big, stretching you even more, his girth filled you completely. âOh, Val!â You yelped as he slammed your head back against the floor, your cheek pressed against it. Drool escaped your lips and pooled beneath you. Your body quivered as he drove in to you without pause, his cock a burning brand inside your slick, swollen walls. Â
Your breath came in ragged bursts, the pleasure too much for your already overstimulated body. Your inner thighs were soaked, your juices smeared against your skin as his cock slid in and out with wet, obscene sounds. You couldnât think, couldnât speak - just a string of helpless moans escaping your lips as his heavy balls slapped against your hardened clit with each punishing thrust. Â
âOh, fuck, fuck,â you mumbled, barely coherent as your pussy clenched around him again, the rippling spasms of another orgasm threatening to break you apart. But Val didnât let up, didnât stop â his grip on your hair only tightened, his hips pounding harder, relentless. Â
âGive me another, cariño,â he panted, his words punctuated by the sharp slapping of skin, his balls crashing against your sore, soaked folds. The sharp sting of his balls hitting your sensitive clit made you mewl, your body jerking uncontrollably. You were drowning in pleasure, your body an aching, quivering mess beneath him, unsure how many more times you could come for him. Â
âTell me how good it feels, baby,â Valâs voice was a low growl, his demands sharp and insistent. âGo on, tell me.âÂ
âIt feels good, so good, so good,â you chanted, barely aware of what you were saying. The words spilled from your lips automatically, your mind too fogged by the constant waves of pleasure crashing through you. You could barely see, eyes half-lidded, body vibrating with pleasure as he fucked you deeper into the floor. Â
Valâs fingers that were clutching your hair twisted, lifting your head and torso as he changed his angle again. The shift made his cock curve inside you, and a fresh wave of sensation hit you like a bolt of lightening. Your breasts hung heavy, nipples sensitive as his clawed fingers pinched them harder. The pain blurred with pleasure, a delicious sting that you moan in earnest. Â
Your thighs trembled, slick with your own juices, as the wet slap of his clock echoed in the room. The slick, wet sounds as he drove in to you, the puddle of your arousal spreading beneath you â you could hear and picture it so vividly in your mindâs eyes. Â
As your eyes fluttered open, they caught the blinking red light of the camera across the room. An insidious voice whispered in your mind that the camera was recording every moment of your bodyâs surrender. The lens must have captured it all â the way your belly bulged slightly, moulding around Valâs cock, the way your cunt greedily pulled him in, stretching to take every inch of him. Â
Your head felt weightless, like you were floating in a thick haze. Every inch of your body moved with the rhythm of Valâs relentless thrusts, his cock the sole force driving your muscles. Each push sent a shockwave through you, a reminder of the overwhelming fullness he gave. You never knew it could feel like this â raw, needy, with every nerve igniting under his touch. There was no distance between you now, no barriers. Â
âBaby, babyâŠâ Valâs voice rasped near your ear, soft yet demanding. His breath scorched the sensitive tip of your ear. Your hair clung to your damp face as you panted for air. âYou love me, donât you, baby?â His lips ghosted over your neck before brushing against your ear, his cock pressing deep inside, filling every crevice within you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, the pressure almost too much to bear, but you didnât want him to stop. Â
You craved more. Â
âTell me you love me,â his tongue slid along the curve of your ear, the wet warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine. When he kissed the shell of your ear, it felt like electricity, sharp and consuming. He whispered again, his voice like velvet laced with poison. âTell me youâll give me your heart, your soul, cariño.â His words were intoxicating, seeping into you like a drug, making your pulse race. Â
âHahâŠhahâŠâ You couldnât catch your breath as he made small, precise thrusts, nudging the edge of your cervix, the pressure so sweet it hurt. âI â I love you, Val, I love you,â you gasped, the need in your voice undeniable. Your body ached for him, craving that raw, reckless connection. Â
âLove me enough to sell me your soul,â he murmured against your skin. His hips drew back, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his cock hitting that devastatingly perfect spot that made your vision black out with pleasure. Â
âYes, yes,â you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath as you writhed against him, desperate for more. âIâll give you my soul, Iâll do anything â anything for you, Val.âÂ
The words spilled from your lips, raw and uncontrolled, as his cock slowly withdrew again, every inch of it dragging along your inner walls, leaving you trembling with the loss of heat and fullness. You whimpered, your hips arching involuntarily, seeking him, needing him to fill that space again. Â
Cold metal kissed your neck, the unexpected sensation making your skin prickle, but before you could make sense of it, Valâs large hand slammed down on your shoulder, pressing you hard against the floor. Â
âOh, babyâŠâ His voice dripped with satisfaction, the weight of it thick in your ears. âI knew youâd say yes. Youâre one of my favourites.â His hand enveloped the side of your face, your cheek pressing hard into the cool surface beneath you. You felt his other hands lift your hips, and then his cock drove into you again, quick, brutal, carving out a space inside you, like he was determined to make you his in every possible way. Â
The slap of his hips against your ass was sharp, the wet sound of your slickness loud in the air, and the stretch of him was so intense, so consuming, it stole every thought from your mind. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, so overwhelming that it bordered on pain. Your muscles twitched, your body teetering on the edge of breaking from the relentless pounding, but you wanted more. You needed more. Â
Your gasps turned to cries as he bottomed out inside you, his cock filling you completely. The pressure was unbearable, yet addictive, your body aching for every inch of him. Nothing existed but the feeling of him, the way his cock stretched and claimed you over and over again.Â
Warmth flooded your insides as he released his seed, filling you with deep, hot pulses. The sensation made your belly clench, every muscle in your body locking up as pleasure mixed with the heat of his approval, his ownership. Â
As his cock softened inside you, the grip he had on you loosened. Your body, finally released from the tension, collapsed against the floor. His seed leaked from you in thick waves, trickling down your thighs, sticky and warm, mixing with the remnants of your own release. Every nerve in your body was spent, and the simple act of breathing felt like it required all the energy you had left. Â
âBaby,â Valâs voice cut through the silence like a blade, casual and cold. He nudged your limp body with the tip of his shoe, roiling you onto your back. You stared up at him, dazed, your body sore, mind struggling to keep up. His cock hung loosely, still glistening with the remnants of both of you, but there was no intimacy in his gaze, no softness. Â
OnlyâŠdetachment. Â
âThat was a splendid show.â He smiled, but it didnât quite reach his eyes. As he spoke, a faint pink mist swirled in the air, wrapping itself around your neck like a collar. A chain, thin and ethereal, extended from it, connecting to his wrist. The weight of it pressed down on you, suffocating, though it barely touched your skin. Â
You furrowed your brows, confusion flooding your senses while your body remained sluggish and unresponsive. âV-Val?â You stammered, the word barely a whisper, your throat raw from use and from the screams still lodged inside you. Â
His expression shifted, the warmth you had once known dissipated entirely. His eyes curved into crescents, a cruel mockery of joy, and his lips twisted into something sharp and sinister. âI expect you to be at work every day, baby,â he said, his voice dripping with casual cruelty. A chuckle followed, light but empty. âTruly, a pleasure doing business with you.âÂ
You stared, uncomprehending, as he tucked himself back into his pants with a casual ease, as though nothing had happened, as though you were nothing â not even an afterthought. He patted his clothes, as if brushing away some invisible dust, erasing any trace of the intimacy you thought you had shared. Â
âV-Val?â You tried again, your voice cracking, your body trembling as the reality of his words began to sink in. The warmth from his touch, from the act you once thought was love, had already cooled, leaving only a hollow ache. You could feel the crust of his seed drying against your skin, flaking away like something discarded, forgotten. Â
His response was swift and brutal. âYou work for me now, baby,â he crooned, bending down to meet your gaze as though you were a child who couldnât quite understand. His hand came down on your head, not with affection, but with condescension, a pat that made your skin crawl. âNow, clean yourself up. The next actors need to use this set.âÂ
The words crashed into you, sharp and final, and before you could gather the strength to respond, he turned away, his footsteps echoing as he moved toward the door. The sound of the latch clicking shut rang in your ears, the finality of it stealing the breath from your lungs. Â
For a moment, you were paralyzed, your mind swirling into a storm of chaos, trying desperately to make sense of the sudden emptiness where warmth had been.Â
SlowlyâŠÂ
PainfullyâŠÂ
You tried to sit up. Â
You tried â oh, you tried, but your body screamed in agony, your stomach and insides raw from the violent way he hadâŠÂ
You bit your lips. Hard. Â
Hard enough to pierce the skin, and a metallic tang blossomed on your tongue. Â
He had used you. Â
âV-ValâŠâ you whimpered, the name slipping from your bloody, broken lips in a stilted, pleading cry. There was no pride left, only desperation. âValâŠValâŠâ Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes, hot and uncontrollable, spilling down your cheeks in silent rivers. You crawled toward the door, your legs too weak to stand, every movement a reminder of his cruelty, the soreness a mark of how easily he had discarded you. Â
âValâŠâ You sobbed, your throat tight, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Each attempt to call his name was met with silence, the room pressing in on you, the walls looming over you, the door an impenetrable barrier. The hollow thud of your palm against the cold, unforgiving floor was the only sound left as you clawed your way forward, begging for something you knew youâd never get. Â
The truth slithered into your mind, cold and unbearable. Â
He was gone. Â
He had never cared.Â
You werenât special. Â
You had never been. Â
A bitter sob tore through you, and as the tears flowed freely, the thought struck you like a knife to the chest. Â
He never once told you he loved youâŠÂ
...had he?
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Summary - (Y/n) is an aspiring artist, but rather than mainstream, she captures what she considers to be the beauty of death. She has been fighting with the industry and local art museums to publicize her work. Reaching negative publicity, a particular clown takes an interest.
Notes - I see a lot of smut with little plot to build up to it so decided to write it myself. Heâs always portrayed as aggressive and hasty with it, but I took a different take on it since heâs always so methodical and takes his time with what he does and I feel like that would stay the same in the bedroom or wherever else with his wild ass. Slow and torturous smut, ladies. Let me know if youâd like a continuation of this!
Word Count - 5,602
Warning(s) - Gore, depictions of graphic art, morally ambiguous reader, smut/sexual themes, no harm to reader
Song Inspiration -
IAMX - Bernadette
Ice Nine Kills - A Work of Art
The brush stroked gracefully along the canvas, a symphony of strings playing in the background as she worked. A multitude of shades of red took precedence over the piece, hints of yellow and skin tones sprinkled in where she thought was necessary.Â
She cleaned off her brush and took a step back, admiring her newest work, eyeing it for flaws or hints of emptiness. When she found none she smiled to herself, untying her apron and leaving to enter the house to wash herself clean of any unwanted paint that caught her skin.Â
She turned on the faucet, pumping soap into her hands and began to scrub. She watched as the red began to drain down the sink, sighing in delight at the sight of it.Â
(Y/n) had always been captivated by the concept of death. Not in the way people feared or avoided it, but in the way she saw its eerie elegance. Growing up in a household that celebrated perfection and the beauty of life, her fascination with decay and the passage of time was met with silence, sometimes disgust.Â
As a child, sheâd spend hours sketching wilted flowers or photographing the abandoned cemetery near their house. Sometimes she found dead animals which was always a treat for her. She found beauty where others saw only ruin and death. Her parents had tried to correct her, and her teachers had labeled her work disturbing. But (y/n) remained drawn to the delicate balance between life and death.
As she grew older, the fascination deepened, and she poured it into her art. Her paintings had always included blood in one way or another, whether it was an aging object, haunted landscapes, or human forms twisted in the stillness of death. On the other hand, her photographs captured the fleeting beauty of natureâs quiet end. The decay of a flower, the pale tranquility of a body.Â
However, the world around her wasnât ready for her vision. Critics were quick to brand her work as grotesque, calling it an abomination, and galleries refused to showcase her art. News articles labeled her as disturbed, questioning her mental health rather than her talent.
But for (y/n), it was never about horror. She saw beauty in the inevitability of death, in the idea that all things must come to an end. To her, it was a reminder of the fragility of existence and the raw, unfiltered truth of the world. Yet, each harsh critique was another nail in the coffin of her confidence, driving her further into herself.Â
She became more reserved, speaking less in public, avoiding eye contact at exhibitions - if she even attended. She longed to defend her work, but the voices of her critics echoed in her mind, silencing her before she could even begin.
Despite the noise, (y/n) still clung to her vision, working tirelessly in the small, dimly lit studio that was the garage of the small house she currently rented. Surrounded by the eerie stillness of her creations.Â
She began to change into something more fitting for the colder October weather, slipping on a coat to bury her hands in and walking into the crisp autumn air. As her feet tapped through the nightâs atmosphere, she closed her eyes for a moment, the smell of the dying trees and asphalt sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.Â
She didnât live far from the heart of Miles County, quickly reaching it and taking joy in the quietness of it all compared to the usual bustling energy during the day that she preferred to avoid.Â
She passed a display lined and stacked with TVs, some of them turned on and broadcasting different channels.Â
â- another piece was released just days ago with another overwhelming amount of negativity -âÂ
She stopped promptly, turning her head towards one of the TVs closest to her and seeing a portrait of herself display.Â
âBe advised, the image is disturbing.âÂ
Her last work was then shown. She admired it, not from an egotistical standpoint, but more from the genuine beauty of the concept.Â
A flower pot, chipped and cracked. An elongated and decaying finger was the stem of the flower in the pot, bloodied thorns sticking out of it every which way. Ears made up the petals, an eyeball at the center in place of a typical pistil. A radiant glow shone from behind the flower, its rays of light praising its beauty in all of its wretched glory.Â
Her eyes began to water as they threw out carefully constructed insults, indirect but still noticeable enough to catch.Â
However, what (y/n) didnât notice was the tall, slim monochromatic figure standing behind her just feet away. Gripping the overfilled black trash bag hanging over his shoulder, he curiously watched the same TV, head tilted slightly in fascination.
She brought a balled hand up to below her nose, keeping it from running as a tear fell. Too caught up in the screen before her, she failed to notice the man that now stood next to her, watching the TV from next to her rather than behind, his bag now on the sidewalk.
Having had enough of their cruel remarks, she turned to walk back home, but gasped when she nearly collided with the strange man.Â
Her eyes slowly trailed up his form, landing on his white painted face, accented by the black paint around his eyes and mouth. She took in his features with curiosity and fascination, taking note of his exaggerated hooked nose, cheekbones and pointed chin.Â
âIâm sorry,â she sniffed and quickly wiped at her tears. âI didnât notice you there.âÂ
His head slowly turned towards her and his mouth widened into a dramatic smile, flashing his black-coated teeth. It suddenly turned to surprise, shaking where he stood with excitement and pointing to the TV.Â
âYou⊠Do you like it?â She asked, unbelieving. He nodded enthusiastically and pointed to her, then the TV, then back to her. She caught on. âOh, um⊠Yeah - yeah thatâs me.âÂ
His hands shook with another wave of excitement, his hands representing the beat of his heart, then giving a chefâs kiss.Â
âWell, thank you,â She sniffed again. âThat means a lot to me, actually.â She gave a small giggle of amusement at his mannerisms.Â
He then stopped suddenly, putting his hands on his hips with a disapproving look. He ran a finger down his cheek to simulate a fake tear, then pointed to her, then the TV.Â
âOh, itâs nothing. Iâm used to it by now.â (Y/n) waved off, but the mime knew better.Â
He held up a finger, his mouth forming an âoâ with eyebrows raised, then turned to rummage through his bag. She watched curiously, wondering how this was even happening. He suddenly turned back around, presenting a rose to her with a large smile.Â
Again, she couldnât help but giggle and grew bashful, her cheeks tinting red as her fingers lightly grazed his own to take the flower from him. She brought it up to her nose to smell it, a smile gracing her lips. She then felt something drip down her hand and looked down at the flower again, seeing as a drop of blood made its way down over her fingers.Â
âNice touch. Thank you.â She complimented and her smile widened.Â
He folded his hands in front of himself, swaying as if to show he himself was bashful.Â
âAre you a mime or actually mute?â She asked curiously out of the blue.Â
He made an âafterâ motion with his finger, meaning what she said second and she nodded in understanding.Â
âWell, I think youâre quite charming regardless.â She spoke softly and he waved a hand at her, then raised it to his cheek as if he was blushing. Her giggles turned into laughter. âWhatâs your name, if you donât mind me asking?âÂ
(Y/n) watched as he looked up in thought, tapping his chin. He then stuck a finger up to show he had an idea and dipped a finger into the blood of the rose, turning to the glass pane with the TVs and began to write.Â
âArt?â She asked and he nodded eagerly, making her laugh once more. âIt suits you.â He shrugged dramatically in response. (Y/n) sighed, looking at her watch reading 10:34. âAs much as I love this interaction, I should head back home.â She looked back up at him and he pouted and looked down, then shot up with another idea.Â
He made a walking motion with his fingers, pointed to himself, then to her and pointed in the direction she came from.Â
âYou want to walk me home?â He nodded.Â
She stood in thought for a moment, wondering if she should really trust the monochromatic clown. He seemed sweet enough, and it wasnât a lie when she said he was charming. She couldnât deny that there was something oddly attractive about his facial features, either.Â
Against her better judgment, she looked back up at him and gave a shy smile. âOkay.â Art clapped with glee and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and motioning for her to lead the way.Â
The walk was quiet, save for (y/n) making casual conversation every now and then. It wasnât an awkward silence when she didnât speak, and Art seemed to be just as content as he happily walked alongside her. She couldnât help but sneak looks at him along the way, and though he seemed blissfully oblivious he caught every glance.Â
She felt a pang of pity when they reached the smaller house, walking up to the door and turning to him to see him pouting once more. âThank you for walking me. It gets lonely sometimes, to be honest.âÂ
He looked down, swinging with sadness at the end of their walk.Â
âWell,â She sighed in thought. âI mean, I suppose you know where I live now. Maybe you could visit some time? I never really have company, anyways.âÂ
His excitement reappeared, making herself happy in the process. He nodded vigorously and she laughed for the umpteenth time.Â
âBe safe out there, okay?â He nodded again and waved at her as she opened the door to go inside. âGoodnight, Art.â The door closed and she leaned against it, wondering what the hell just happened.Â
Of all people, she befriended a clown. But it was nothing against him. She supposed she just attracted the oddballs of the world given that she was deemed one herself by society.Â
She mindlessly prepared for bed, running through her interaction with the man over and over repeatedly. It was the only thing she could think about. No amount of distraction would keep him from her head. (Y/n) sighed as she stared up at the ceiling, hands folded over her abdomen. Â
When she woke up the next morning, preparing breakfast in the kitchen as the TV hummed in the background, her ears caught something rather peculiar.Â
â- found dead in their home just last night after neighbors reported screaming to the police. We were told photographs of the scene are too graphic to broadcast and were not provided.â
(Y/n) walked over to the TV, seeing a picture of the news anchor who insulted her work the night before, along with his family. As much as she pitied them, she couldnât help the tsk of her tongue when they refused to provide the photographs. She had recently been relying on such photos as inspiration for her pieces, and she couldnât do much but grow more and more curious about them.Â
After eating her breakfast and freshening up, she went to her desktop computer and powered it on. Having made note of the name of the news anchor, she began to search the case in hopes that they posted the photos online and came across an image that baffled her. In the middle of the article was a sketch of the suspect.Â
The clown she had encountered.Â
She stopped reading and sat back against her chair, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. He knew where she lived, and she invited him to visit. Granted, she figured if he wished her harm, he would just bust through a window or the door itself regardless of invitations.Â
But then she couldnât shake his goofy mannerisms, how he showed her more kindness in one night than anyone had in all of her (y/age) years. How he showed her how much he loved her art, giving her the rose to cheer her up.Â
Then she remembered. Art was with her when the news anchor was insulting her work. Now he and his family are dead.Â
Could he have�
Coincidence. (Y/n) shook her head.Â
(Y/n) stood and made her way to the garage, checking if her latest work had dried up. To her delight, it did, and she removed it from the easel to prop against the wall holding her countless other works.Â
The rest of the day was wasted away, filled with cat naps, snacking and binging shows. She thought of going out and doing something for herself, but the thought of being surrounded by people immediately put her off. So she decided on lounging until the sun set and could truly be in her element.Â
Time seemed to mock her, dragging on and on enough to make her think that it froze altogether. But alas, the hues outside grew darker and she began to prepare for her night out.Â
Throwing on a sweater dress, pantyhose and her shoes, she picked up her digital camera that sat on a nearby table, hanging it around her neck before making her way outside. When she turned to face the street, she jumped at the sight of Art standing nearly directly in front of her with the same oversized bag and wide grin.Â
(Y/n) froze, wondering if things should change between them after finding out what he did. What he could do.Â
She figured it was already too late if he indeed wished her harm. He knew where she lived and could easily find her. So why should she give him further incentive? And he hadnât done anything to her personally to be rudely snubbed. The memories of the night before ran through her head, an innocent and friendly encounter.Â
So she indulged herself until fate decided the outcome.Â
âHey, Art.â She greeted him with a gentle smile. He waved excitedly at her, then pointed at the camera around her neck with a questioning expression. âOh, Iâm just going on a walk. Trying to see if thereâs anything interesting to photograph for my next piece.âÂ
He tapped his chin and looked off, thinking. He perked up with a finger, eagerly motioning for her to follow him. Unable to contain her curiosity, she walked up to him and began to follow.Â
âYou know a place I could find something?â He grinned mischievously at her, a silent âyesâ.Â
After some walking, they came upon an older building. The walls actively rotted away, windows broken and some boarded up. He stopped with her when she paused at the front, looking up at the building in awe.Â
Perfection.
She reached for her camera, but his hand quickly came over hers to stop her and heat rushed up to her face. He pulled away and motioned to the building, then placed his hand over his heart endearingly. âIs this your home?â He nodded. âOh! Iâm sorry, I wonât take pictures.âÂ
He patted her shoulder as a thank you and motioned for her to follow once more, leading her into the building.Â
The smell was horrid to anyone else, but to (y/n) it was just another day of work. With the countless rotting animals and even occasional mutilated body sheâs encountered, she had no choice but to grow used to it. By now, the smell reminded her of her work and provided a sense of comfort in a twisted way.Â
However, standing in what was the killerâs home, it also struck her like a bolt of lightning. The familiar smell of blood and rot was in his home, which could only mean one thing.Â
âYou wanted to show me something in here, didnât you?âÂ
Artâs smile grew impossibly wide, pointing at her to show he was impressed that she caught on quickly. He dropped his bag and held out his hand in an exaggerated gentlemanly fashion, leg kicked out and foot up on its heel, holding the same sadistic smile when she met his eyes. (Y/n) delicately placed her hand in his, his own only grasping onto her fingers with a surprising gentleness as he led her through the dark building to a separate room.Â
The smell grew stronger the closer they drew to the room as more and more of the all too familiar red hues began to reveal themselves.Â
When they finally entered, she gasped at the sight before her. Art presented his own âmasterpieceâ to her with excitement, taking in her every reaction.Â
Sat on a chair in the center of the room was the remnants of a decapitated man, chest cavity wide open. Blood covered the body from neck to toe, stains coating the walls and floor around it.Â
At first she was frightened, but as he presented it to her she realized something. She realized that they shared the same fascination. Granted, he had a more methodical way of showing it, but artists always vary in accordance to what mediums they used, right?Â
âYou did this?âÂ
Art nodded eagerly, practically vibrating where he stood as he impatiently awaited for a verbal response. As she took in the sight before her shamelessly, he urged her with his hands to spit out what she was thinking.Â
âItâs beautifulâŠâ She whispered breathlessly. And it was the truth. It felt as if she was staring at a blank canvas for her to mold and create into something new, with his permission of course. The possibilities were endless as they ran through her head, too many to keep track of.Â
Ever observant, he took notice of the turmoil and his almost innocent excitement turned into something more wicked. Something clicked in his brain as he practically watched a butterfly emerge from its cocoon before his very eyes.Â
He motioned to (y/n), then to the body, then with widespread arms he motioned at them together.Â
âYou want me to create something?â She wondered if he ever suffered whiplash from nodding so aggressively, at least with her. âMay I walk around to see what you have that I could use?â Another nod.Â
(Y/n) looked around the room, finding it completely empty besides the chair and body. She then left to wander, Art following her like a lost puppy, eager to watch her work. After searching through three other rooms, she finally found a flower pot. It had a chunk missing from the back, but she could easily turn it to where it wasnât visible.Â
She turned to Art. âDo you have a cup or something to fill it with dirt?â He thought for a moment, then gave her a sign to wait before disappearing.Â
Her eyes wandered around what she assumed used to be a bedroom. An old mattress in the corner with an equally rotting dresser, nightstand and standing mirror.Â
When he reappeared, he held out a tin can to her and she gladly took it, making their way outside with the pot to fill it. He watched as she did so, taking note of the way she avoided getting herself dirty. He silently laughed to himself, pointing at her as her dainty hands refused to muddle with the soil. âWhat?â She questioned with her own chuckle.Â
He mimicked her avoiding the dirt and grime as he continued to laugh and she rolled her eyes.Â
âThe work I showcase does not reflect my behavior. Youâd be surprised how much I hate getting dirty.â (Y/n) giggled as she finished filling the pot, mindful of the missing chunk so as to not let any dirt spill. âWhere did you get the rose from yesterday? Was it around here?âÂ
He motioned for her to follow, looking back at her every now and then as he led her around the building to the back. A single rose bush was planted with only a few fully-bloomed flowers left intact. He offered to cut one of them off, and doing so he held it delicately to himself.Â
âCould you hold this for a second?â She held out the pot to him and he nodded. âCareful of the back, I donât want anything to spill.â He nodded again and watched as she wandered, looking around for other plants to add to the pot. She settled on a few weeds, picking a handful of petals off of the other roses on the bush before heading back to the room with Art.Â
He softly set the items down in the corner as she cradled the petals in her hand, looking at the body with a tilted head. Art stood next to her, mimicking her mannerisms as he tried to understand what she was thinking of. He watched as her mouth moved to speak, but nothing followed until a few seconds after.Â
âUmâŠâ She pointed to the body, looking at it for a few more seconds before turning her head to him. âCould you, umâŠâ She took a deep breath. âDo you think you could do a couple more things to it for me?âÂ
His face twisted into mischief, as if to say âI thought youâd never askâ. His palms pressed against each other, fingers twiddling as he waited for what she wanted.Â
âCould you flatten the top and remove the umâŠâ She motioned to the abdomen. âWhatâs insideâŠ?â His mouth made an âoâ in a surprised expression before shifting into the same smile, booping her nose before leaving the room, she assumed to grab supplies.Â
He soon returned with a hacksaw and scissors, making his way to the body to do what she asked. Her stomach grew queasy once he began and she averted her gaze out of habit.Â
The noise suddenly stopped and she looked back to see him standing upright with a frown. She felt a pang of fear and dare she say guilt, thinking he was offended.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, I love the end result, but I just get squeamish with the process, is allâŠâ She whispered almost pitifully.Â
He watched as her face paled and she was left baffled when he made his way over to her, saw still in hand. However, he simply pushed her out of the room into a wide open area that was further away, holding up a finger to tell her to wait before he disappeared to finish. Â
Her face grew hot at the gesture, stomach fluttering as a bashful smile reached her lips. When (y/n) turned, she was met with a workbench, worn stool sat in front of it. She wandered over with curiosity, eyeing the rusted tools, nails and screws that sat on top of it.Â
A few jars were scattered along the back of it against the wall, reading the labels. Most of them were some form of acid, others she refused to guess the result of the compound mixture.Â
Lauraâs eyes lit up when she found small circular candles akin to what would be put in a pumpkin, grabbing a couple along with a match from a box sat next to them and put them in her pocket.Â
She jumped when the sound of metal clattering to the floor invaded her ears and she whipped around to find Art standing there, saw next to his comically large shoes. He waggled his fingers at her in a wave, motioning for her to head back to the room to which she obeyed. She passed him with the same bashful smile, remembering his kindness from earlier.
When she entered, she saw that he did indeed do as she asked and turned to Art with a wider smile. âThank you.â The clown tipped his hat and she giggled. âCould you hold these please?â She asked of the petals and he held out his cupped hands for her to place them in.Â
Eyes following her like a cat, he watched as she knelt by the pot, planting the rose in the center of it followed by the other plants she picked along the way, standing and making her way to the body. She placed it in the now empty cavity of the abdomen, then turned to take the petals back from Art. She sprinkled them over the body, some inside where the pot was.Â
She then pulled out the candles, placing them methodically inside the abdomen, making a point to avoid touching the body itself. Igniting the match, she lit the candles and stood, looking for the light switch to turn off the overhead lights. Art caught on and immediately turned them off somehow. Laura looked at him with a confused expression to which he just shrugged with a wide grin.Â
She shook her head and giggled, lifting the camera from around her neck, checking the settings before testing different angles through the lens, snapping photos when she came upon the ones that satisfied her. Laura made her way next to Art who shook his hands with excitement.
He stood against her with their closeness, practically his entire side brushing against her from behind as he looked down at the photos she clicked through. The beat of her heart picked up, blood rushing to her ears at the realization.Â
âWhich one do you think is best?â She asked softly, turning to look up at him to see him already looking at her.Â
The candlight shone ominously against his features, pale eyes piercing through her own, her smile dropping as his nose nearly touched her own. His eyebrows quickly rose and dropped, head turning as his eyes squinted with his smile. His hand slowly rose, carefully prying the camera from her hands and setting it down. As he stood back to his full height, she craned her neck to look up at him, their bodies slowly turning to face each other until he took a step towards her, Laura taking a step back.Â
Taking his time, he walked her back until her body was pressed against the wall and his figure was the only thing in her field of view. Her breath shook as his bloodied fingertips reached up to caress her jaw, settling delicately under her chin to hold her gaze.Â
He leaned closer, tilting his head as his nose tickled her face. The hand under her chin then moved down to her neck, his feather-like touch changing pressure as it wrapped itself around her, increasing just enough to make her gasp and he finally closed the gap between them.Â
The kiss was surprisingly tame for how brutal he was, her eyes closed as she gave in to the intoxicating feeling and the only thing she could think of or feel was the man that held her. As for him, he eyes remained open, taking in and savoring her every expression.Â
The expressions of the same twisted mind that complimented his own work, turning it into breathtaking beauty that was beyond comparison. His mannerisms grew more eager, more desperate at the thought of whatever else they could create together, his free hand finding her waist and squeezing enough to release air from her lungs audibly, a plea for more.Â
His tongue slid against her teeth and she welcomed the invasion, parting her mouth to take him in as his hand ran over the hump of her arse, fingers digging into the fat and muscle enough to bruise. His wanton thoughts grew to become an obsession, anger rising at the thought of her parting from his life.Â
Their breath mingled, his mouth moving down to her jaw, then to her pulse point where he bit down just enough to release a trickle of blood and she cried out, hand squeezing his forearm of the hand still wrapped around her neck. As he sucked at the blood, the hand moved from her neck down to her breast, kneading and toying with it as her head leaned back, swaying at the pleasure.Â
Her leg lifted as his other hand slid from her arse down her thigh, hugging it close to him as he shifted his leg to apply pressure at her core. He pulled away from her neck, teeth still bared in its grin but his eyes clouded with lust and greed as he took her in. Her lips were parted with need, vulnerable and exposed before him in a gamble of trust and fate.Â
She felt his leg shift and she whined, a shiver running down her spine once she finally opened her eyes to look up at him. The sight before her sent a pulse to her center, clit throbbing as his hand slid down from her breast to her hip, her eyes following as he slowly dropped to his knees before her.Â
The thigh he previously held was now over his shoulder, hands sliding the skirt of her dress up to her hips to bury his nose into her clothed pussy. She sighed at the feeling, hands moving to hold the skirt for him. Suddenly, she heard a rip, cold air hitting her core as he tore her pantyhose open to reach her.Â
(Y/n) watched as he looked up at her with a mischievous grin and wiggled his eyebrows, disappearing back under her skirt when she felt his warm muscle drag along her leaking center. She felt his breath fan over her, his nose tickling her bud as his tongue dipped into her, teasing her entrance before plunging into it.Â
The woman gasped and her back arched as he toyed with her, her hand coming down to grip one of his own that squeezed at her thighs. He shook his head eagerly as he continued his feast and she moaned at the action, rolling her hips against him. His tongue then removed itself, moving to settle on her clit and she trembled at the sensitivity.Â
His free hand inched towards where his tongue had been, playing with her lower lips and providing a tickling sensation before he dipped a finger in, pushing to the knuckle. His finger began to move in rhythm with his tongue, practically digging into the spongy area that drove her mad with desperation.Â
She let go of his hand when she felt him move it, followed by the sound of a zipper coming undone as he pulled out his hardened member, continuing to chase her high and begging to himself to hear her scream.Â
She felt the coil begin to build and tense up, her heart racing as her skin grew hot in anticipation. The two of them locked eyes and his own squinted, encouraging her to fall over the edge. His gaze alone was enough, her chest heaving as she leaned her head back against the wall with a cry.Â
She struggled to catch her breath, panting and watching Art with a fucked-out expression as he rose to his feet with a deep hunger in his eyes. Her eyes flicked down to his erection, then back up at him with brows knit in anticipation. He slipped an arm behind her, pulling her in to press her against him.Â
Holding her gaze, he teased his member against her entrance, brow twitching as she tried to move against his strength. His smile suddenly dropped as he impaled her with his length, mouth open as he mocked her expression with great pleasure. His grin returned as she gripped onto his shoulder, one of her legs moving to hook around his waist.Â
He snatched her chin when her eyes began to close, forcing her to watch him as he began to set an agonizingly slow pace. He wanted to hear her beg. Needed to hear her beg. His cock twitched at the thought of it and she moaned.Â
âArtâŠâ She called breathlessly and he tilted his head to listen. âPleaseâŠâ The word shook as it left her lips. The leg hooked behind him pulled him in closer and his mouth twitched as she pleaded him once more.Â
He lifted her other leg to wrap around him, carrying her as if she was weightless, his display of strength only deepening her arousal and need as both of her hands settled behind his neck. He suddenly began to plunge into her repeatedly, a feral noise escaping from her throat as he watched on with animalistic desire.Â
He angled their bodies effortlessly, paying attention to her every expression and vocal flux in order to throw her over the edge for a second time. Her moans heightened their pitch, growing louder as her grip on him tightened and his eyes somehow darkened further, thrusting harder and harder with an inhuman amount of strength and stamina.
âArt -â He gave a single nod with a sadistic grin as (y/n)âs hands shifted to his shoulders, nails digging into the satin of his suit before she crossed over into her orgasm. One of his hands snatched her jaw, slightly squeezing at her cheeks as their noses touched. He practically stared into her soul as he soon found his own release, baring his teeth as she felt his warm stream of seed fill her.Â
She sighed in exhaustion as Art silently huffed to himself. He then brought his head next to hers, licking the shell of her ear.
Content Warnings: Dead Dove (do not eat)! Kidnapping, Non-Con, Dabi burns reader, Unhinged Brotherâą Touya, sexual torture, vaginal and anal penetration / double-penetration (body & objects), drug use (on reader), mentions of blood, use of phone for sexual photos/video, (to be safe) mentions of incest (Dabi calls you âbasically familyâ, refers to himself as âbrotherâ and you as âlittle sisterâ), reader peeing on themself, reader has to ingest a non-edible item, no happy ending.
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Shoto couldnât stop glancing over at you as the snowflakes danced down from the darkening sky and landed on your hair, your jacket, your face. He wanted to kiss away the little cold specks but knew better than to be so bold, so quickly. His whole body buzzed with new feelings, never having really thought about romantic connections beyond what heâs observed in others, it was just never something he considered for himself even after graduating from UA where more and more of his friends began to seek out partners.Â
You, however, caught his attention by literally running into him at Endeavorâs agency. It happened just outside of the cafeteria where a gorgeous courtyard was centered, flowers, trees and shrubbery hiding various benches and picnic tables for staff to take a break from the office out in a natural space away from the harsh lighting and non-stop buzz of agency work. You had been wearing a comfortably loose silken black dress that was cinched in at the waist, and for a moment you glanced down at your phone the exact second Shoto had turned the corner around a column in the courtyard causing you to drop your phone, spill hot coffee between the both of you, and trip in the excitement landing atop the Pro Hero heir. Your eyes had widened as large as the moon, bright and shiny, panicked, Shoto had noted; but he fell for you all the same in that instant, assured you that it was only an accident and that he insisted on taking you out shopping to replace the dress.
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#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader.
#cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink.
#summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff.
#note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible
Ê LUCIFER .
lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.
being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.
but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.
"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.
"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."
lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.
your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breath taking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.
"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."
Ê ALASTOR .
"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"
you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.
"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.
"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."
"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.
slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.
you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.
"the book shall wait after all."
Ê VOX .
the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.
you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.
he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.
with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.
"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.
ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.
"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.
Ê VALENTINO .
you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.
nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.
"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"
you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.
"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.
he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.
chapter one
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chapter five | fights. fondness. fury.
his pov;
I followed close behind Y/N, almost like a lost puppy. She led the way while I walked after her, holding numerous bags full of random vegetables, grains, and dairy products. I felt bad but Y/N insisted on using the money I lent her to pay for the groceries. I told her I'd be happy to cover this but she gave me a firm 'no' and told me that a dinner guest shouldn't have to pay for their meal. It was inhumane- improper, she said. I smiled. I loved how persistent she could be.
As we turned the corner, she reached deep into the pocket of her backpack and pulled out a rusted key. The sight of her home appeared in the distance. I've never been inside. I've only ever seen what it looked like from an outside perspective. I was thrilled to finally be a part of Y/N's personal life. I was always separate from this part but now, I was finally being let in.
Her home appeared closer within seconds which took me as a shock. She lived closer than I had originally realized. Clearing my throat, I scooped the bags into my arms, hugging them against my chest. I rested my chin atop the quart of milk and looked down at the girl as she struggled to jam the key inside the lock. "Anything I need to watch out for?" I asked, taking a step closer to her.
Shaking her head, she was finally able to unlock the door. "No, just be nice. Use manners."
"Do I not already?" I asked, taken aback.
"Use them more often."
I nodded my head, clenching my jaw.
Y/N looked up at me, somehow being able to sense how nervous I was. I gulped and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Relax, Buggers," She hummed as she nudged me with her elbow. A warm smile wafted over my face and I shrugged my shoulders back, listening to her simple yet helpful words of advice. "Just be yourself."
"I've never had anyone tell me that before."
"Why?"
Just before I could answer, the door was pushed open and Y/N's mother appeared, smiling at the both of us. I stayed still as my friend walked ahead of me, slipping her shoes off beside the open door. I remained frozen, wielding the bags of groceries close to me. Why was I so scared? Why was I not moving?
"Is he not going to come in?" Her mother whispered to Y/N.
"Buggy, come inside."
With those words, I snapped out of my horrified trance and listened to her, walking in. The door was shut behind me and I took a second to admire everything around me.
To the left of me was the kitchen. A small counter wrapped around, two barstools sitting underneath it. A bowl of fruit sat atop. The kitchen was tiny with two burners, one of which held a tea kettle. The refrigerator was marked with scratches and what seemed to be dents. I frowned. I wonder what happened.
To my right was a staircase leading upstairs, to what I'm presuming was Y/N's bedroom and an extra room now that her mother moved downstairs. In front of me was a large wooden table with two matching chairs and then past that, a couch lined with assorted blankets. Built into the stone wall was a fireplace that was burning brightly, the flames crackling. I'm glad she could have a furnace or some type of heat to keep her warm at night. Especially during these times, hypothermia was fairly common. I was thankful it wouldn't be an issue for her.
After examining my surroundings, my eyes trailed back to the lovely woman next to me who started to grab items from my arms. I apologized and set the rest of the bags on the countertop, helping both her and her mother to unload them.
"How much was all of this?" Her mother asked as she grabbed a bag of tomatoes, staring closely at them.
"Not much."
"Did he pay?" She met my gaze for a second then looked back down.
"No, I did."
"Why didn't he pay?"
"Mom-" Y/N nudged her mother's shoulder, shaking her head. "Don't say anything like that. It's rude."
She held her hands up in defense. "My apologies." Her eyes rolled.
I decided to let them be and ventured into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, resting my arm atop the back of it. I leaned back and admired the crackling flames. More bickering was heard from behind me and I cringed. Poor girl.
"Is he gonna help make dinner?" I heard her mother whisper after she questioned if my nose was real or not. I grimaced.
"You can ask him yourself! Talk to him. I'm going to go get changed. I'll be right back," Y/N announced. As I turned my head, I watched the young girl walk up the staircase. Her mother was staring at me, forcing a smile.
"Come help me."
I gave a firm nod, pressed my hands to my thighs, and pushed myself up and off of the couch. I headed into the kitchen and smiled down at her. "What can I help with?"
"Chop those tomatoes and the onions."
"Okay," I said with a smile. I grabbed a knife from the small rack and slipped my gloves off, stuffing them into the left pocket of my coat. I wielded the knife and started to slice the tomatoes. "Diced? Chopped?"
"Diced, please."
An uncomfortable silence fell and I raised my head in hopes of seeing Y/N walking down the stairs but she remained invisible. I gulped and turned my head to face her mother who was measuring a few cups of water. I cleared my throat. "Thank you for inviting me over for dinner."
"I've heard a lot about you. I wanted to see if you lived up to the expectations."
"What has been said?"
"Only good things."
I smiled. I'm glad Y/N thought so highly of me. "She's said good things about you, too."
Her mom let out a gutty chuckle. "Yeah! That's funny. She hates me."
"No, she doesn't. She loves you."
"She sure has a hefty way of showing it."
"What do you mean?"
"Ya know how kids are. Disrespectful, defiant. She's no different."
I frowned. "How is she disrespectful?"
"Talks illy of her father. A man who aspired to be more and she shames him for that. I'll never understand it."
I scooped the tomatoes into a small bowl and then started to chop the onions, constantly blinking so I wouldn't cry. The smell burned my nose and eyes. I wanted to give my opinion on the matter but due to my dinner invitation, I didn't deem it to be seen fit. I stayed quiet and listened to her complaints. When Y/N finally appeared, it felt like a breath of fresh air to see her angelic self walk down the stairway. I found myself to be entranced with her beauty.
She changed into a sundress, the fabric matching her eyes. I smiled at the sight, biting my bottom lip. I was so distracted by her goddess look that I didn't feel the blade of the knife cut into my finger. With my clouded mind, I was also unable to use my devil fruit ability to stop the blade from cutting me. As soon as I felt it, I jumped back and dropped the knife. My blood pooled on the white cutting board and I winced, grabbing a towel from the stove to wrap around my wound. Y/N noticed this and hurried towards me, frowning. "What happened?"
I blinked and shook my head. "I just cut my finger, that's all. I'm okay."
"You're not okay, you're bleeding."
"Yeah, but-"
"Follow me, come here." She led me over to the other side of the counter and sat me down on a barstool. She disappeared into a small closet before reappearing with a small wooden box. I held my finger, feeling a pulse beat through my hand. Her mom watched with a troubled expression. I ignored her look and turned to gaze up at Y/N who was finally taller than me. I smirked.
She dug through the box and pulled out a bandage.
"Thank you, nurse," I whispered while she wrapped the bandage around my finger after disinfecting it with alcohol. "It feels a lot better."
"Don't mention it,'' She said softly. "Be careful next time."
"No promises." I winked.
As she turned around, I noticed that the dress was sheer. I don't know if she realized that but I didn't want to sound like a pervert by telling her. But I felt like a pervert by not telling her. I chewed on my lower lip and looked down at my finger.
Part of me wished she kissed my finger, but I knew I was asking too much.
Rising from the seat, I resumed cutting vegetables while the girl set the table. She pulled a barstool over and slid it next to one of the chairs. I watched her momentarily before scooping the remaining sliced peppers and garlic into the small bowl. I carried it over to her mother. "Here you go."
"Thank you," She patted my hand and then started to sift them into the pot of chicken stock. I backed up and leaned back against the counter, folding my arms over my chest. "What should I call you? Y/N's mom?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Evelyn."
"Nice to meet you, Evelyn."
I caught Y/N looking over at me. I met her gaze and smiled as she mouthed a quick 'thank you'.
I whispered 'you're welcome' in return, winking at her.
-=-
her pov;
It was a nice sight to see my mother and Buggy getting along so far. My mother was a troubling woman. While I loved her, she always had ulterior motives. She never did anything out of the kindness of her own heart. So while watching her interact with my new friend, I tried my best to predict what would happen. But there were too many possibilities. Too many endless outcomes. All I could do was wait because if I asked her, I'd be chewed out instantly.
I reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Popping the cork out, I poured three glasses and set them next to each of the three plates. I wasn't going to drink but I knew my mother would. I looked up at Buggy. Was he going to? The extra glass was just for show. I was called numerous names by my mother for not drinking alcohol. I didn't want to hear any of it tonight. I wanted things to go perfectly- no, beyond perfect. Things needed to be overly perfect, if that was possible.
But as the night furthered, I realized that my hope was nothing more than a silly dream.
When dinner was finally being eaten, the three of us gathered around the table. Buggy sipped on his glass of wine while my mother downed hers and then grabbed mine. "You're not gonna drink it," She insisted as she took a swig. "She hates alcohol," She said as she looked at Buggy.
"I know." He swallowed and slid the glass away from him.
I slowly began to eat. Itâs been so long since Iâve sat down with my mother and shared a meal. And even longer since she cooked. Most of the time we ate separately. The only time we shared together were with stupid arguments.
âHowâs the food, Buggy?â My mother asked.
The clown smiled and nodded his head. âVery good.â
âY/N?â She tilted her gaze toward me.
âGood, thank you.â
âSo, Buggy, I heard you used to be a pirate. Tell me about that.â
âUhm.â He dropped his fork and finished chewing before washing the food down with wine. He cleared his throat and sat up. âWhat would you like to know?â
âHow much money did it make you?â
I rolled my eyes and dropped my head into my hand.
âWell, obviously you can imagine it was quite a lot. I was quite wealthy and fortunate but of course, it wasnât the best way to make money. I regret it now but-â
âAre you still rich?â
âMom, talk about something else-â I interrupted before she interrupted me.
âStop. Iâm just making conversation.â
I sighed and grabbed the wine bottle from beside her. I poured myself a glass and hesitantly, I took a sip. I grimaced at the taste but forced it down. I could tell tonight wasnât going to go smoothly.
âI do have a bit saved, yeah. But not nearly as much as I used to.â The pirate took another bite.
âHow much do you have saved?â My mom dropped her fork and rested her chin on her hands.
âA couple million berries, give or take.â
âIs that going to my daughter when you get married?â
I gasped, laughing. âWhat kind of question is that?â
âItâs a simple question, is it not? If you two are going to get married, then you need my blessing.â
âYouâre crazy.â
âExcuse me?â
âWeâre not even dating, what makes you think weâre going to get married?â I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I took another bite of the meal. "What is with these questions? Is it only about money for you?"
"We have no money, Y/N. I've been telling you it's best to marry young and marry wealthy."
"Are you kidding me?"
-=-
his pov;
The tension was growing fast. And so was my discomfort.
When the idea of marriage came up, I felt hot.
It was a dream of mine but there was no way I was going to. At least not yet. Y/N looked so uncomfortable with the thought of it, as well. I wanted to interrupt and hopefully ease the situation but before I knew it, they both were yelling at each other.
I frowned, sinking into my seat.
But the thing that worried me the most was how much Y/N was drinking. When I first realized how many glasses she repeatedly poured herself, I grew concerned. Before I could reach over, grab her wrist, and tell her to stop, the argument got more heated. Both women were drunkenly yelling at one another, pointing out each other's flaws and dismays.
"You're nothing but disrespectful toward me, do you know that? Constantly talking back, saying you know what's best for me, shitting on your father who risked his life for us! You're horrible to me, Y/N. I try to be a good mother to you, and this is what I get in return. Blatant disrespect?" Evelyn spat as she pushed herself up from her seat at the table. She stormed into the kitchen and leaned down, sorting through the liquor cabinet. While she wasn't looking, I grabbed the girl's wrist and urged her to stop.
"Hey, don't fuel this. Let's just go. You can stay with me again tonight-" I tried to whisper but she ripped herself from my grip and followed after her mother in the kitchen, continuing to add fuel to the wildfire. Sighing, my head fell into my hands and I felt the urge to scream but I remained quiet, forcing myself to sit still. I wanted to defend Y/N, however, this wasn't my battle. She needed to conquer this on her own.
"He left us! How is he risking his life? He willingly ditched his family for some stupid, probably made-up treasure! Do you find it odd that he never wrote to you? Or me? He completely abandoned us! And you call him a hero," The girl's face went red with anger. She threw her hands up in the air to exaggerate her point. She then shook her head. "It's pathetic. I knew I shouldn't have invited Buggy over."
"What?"
"Do you know how horrible it is to ask someone for their money? Or to insinuate that you want it? He's a good friend of mine. I don't care about his money. I never asked for anything. He offered it to me out of the kindness of his heart."
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"Take a guess."
Slap!
Before I could process anything, Y/N was clutching her cheek, crying.
The escalation of this situation was beyond anything I could process. One moment we were getting along, sharing a nice meal, and now, Y/N was on the floor, crying as she cursed her mother, wishing her to be dead like her father.
Within seconds, both women left. Y/N ran to her bedroom and Evelyn left through the front door.
I sat alone at the table, clutching my thighs as I stayed completely still. I attempted to process what had just happened but I failed to do so.
Y/N had every right to despise her father. He left her when she was an infant for the One Piece, which sure, could simply be a huge hoax. A woman without a father is tragic. She needed a proper male role model in her life. However, due to her father's immature dreams, she was left alone. And Evelyn? While present, she was still very absent in her life. My heart ached for her. Someone so sweet and kind shed too many tears for people who could care less about her.
I didn't want to immediately run upstairs to her aid. She needed space, from what I understood.
I took a few minutes to clean up from dinner then I proceeded up the narrow staircase. I knocked on the door which consisted of a weeping woman behind it. A muffled 'come in' allowed my entrance.
I pushed the door open and closed it behind me.
The poor girl lay on her bed, clutching herself in a tight ball as she wept, her body shaking the bed. I approached her, kneeling on the bed. My hand found her back and I stroked it. I succeeded in ignoring the sheerness of her dress, my eyes locking on the back of her head.
"Are you alright?"
A stupid question, I know. She was crying. Of course, she wasn't okay. But I felt responsible to ask it.
She remained silent, the sounds of her sobs hurting both my heart and my ears. I wanted to be deaf. To hear someone as enchanting as her cry was worse than a life sentence.
"Do you want me to leave?"
With those words, she twisted her body and faced me. Her makeup streaked down her wet face. I gave her a sincere smile. She was still so pretty. I reached to grab her hurt cheek. I wiped her tears, making sure to be extremely gentle.
"I'll be quiet. Talk to me when you feel ready."
Her swollen eyes closed and she gave a half-nod.
I remained quiet, caressing her soft skin. I admired her, thanking God her eyes were closed so she wouldn't think my staring was creepy. A few loose strands of hair stuck to her teary face to which I wiped them away.
I let out a soft sigh and laid back, my head propped on a stuffed animal of a turtle. I smirked to myself. Her room was cozy. Her bed was soft and the sheets were silk. A window took up half of a wall which had translucent pink curtains hanging down from a pole. A lantern sat on her bedside table, a wooden dresser in front of us. If I were her, I'd never leave. I loved all of the pink decorations. It was cute.
I was about to check on her again but before I could, she sat up and crawled closer to me, her wet face burying into the crook where my neck and right shoulder met. I let out an inaudible gasp, a shiver running down my spine as I could feel her hot breath against my skin. My arm swept underneath her and I pulled her closer to me, my hand rubbing her back. I slipped my hand below the hem of her dress so I could rub her bare back. She didn't protest. I smiled.
Her hand found my chest as she clutched my striped vest. I spread my legs to get comfortable. Her own wrapped around my waist. I was shocked with how close and personal she was becoming but did I mind? Not. One. Bit.
My free hand caressed her soft hair, combing my fingers through it. The sweet scent of her strong shampoo floated past my nose. Coconut and vanilla.
I opened my mouth, moments from speaking but before I had the opportunity to, a kiss was placed against my neck. My eyes widened and I pushed her off of me. Her tired eyes met mine for a moment. I looked at her, confused. But she smiled at me and leaned back in, this time placing a kiss against my lips. When she pulled back, a soft red tint rested on her mouth. "What?" She whispered, her eyes trailing to admire my mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know," She murmured and kissed me again. She repeated this, each kiss longer and more passionate than the previous one. My hands now remained glued at my sides. I was scared to use them, not knowing what I planned on doing with them. But when her hand grabbed my own and she brought my injured finger up to her soft, plump lips, I swallowed, feeling my body heat up. She kissed my finger, humming. "I wanted to do this earlier, butâŠ"
"Y/N, what's going on?"
"Hm? Nothing," She murmured and kissed me again. She guided my hand up to grab at her chest. She gripped my hand upon her right breast then dropped her hand. "I'm not doing anything," She repeated.
My body only continued to grow hot.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this?
She wasn't the type of girl to just sleep around. She had respect for herself, which I heavily admired. So why was she doing this?
Her kisses grew more frequent and before I knew it, she was completely on top of me. Her thighs straddled my hips as she forced me back against the bed. I pulled the stuffed turtle out from beneath my heart and tossed it somewhere across the room. I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me harder, this time with her tongue.
I shivered, my hand stuck on her breast, delicately scrunching my fingers. She wasn't wearing a bra.
My breath hitched as my finger grazed over her nipple. She whined at this, a sound that was a symphony to my ears.
"Buggy," She moaned against my mouth. "Take my dress off."
And that's when it hit me.
This wasn't her.
This wasn't Y/N.
As much as I've been craving this since the moment my eyes landed on a goddess like herself, I couldn't do it. Not when she was drunk and an emotional wreck.
"I can't," I whispered against her mouth, my hand dropping from her breast. Her hovering mouth pulled away and she gave me a skeptical look, her eyebrows furrowing together. I frowned. I could tell she was upset. "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean 'you can't'?" Y/N asked, clearly offended and taken aback. She looked down at the erection beneath my pants. She giggled, "You clearly can. And want to."
"Do you?"
"What?" She laughed, her eyes rolling. "I insinuated this, no?"
"You're drunk," I said flatly. "I don't want to do this. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." I grabbed a pillow from behind me and used it to cover my hips. "I want to do this when you're sober. Not when you're intoxicated and upset."
She scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"
"I don't want to upset you-"
"Well, you have." The girl crawled off of me and her arms folded over her chest. Her lips were stained red from my own. Normally, I would find the sight to be riveting but now, I was ashamed that I let it travel this far. "I want you to leave," She whispered.
"Y/N, come on, I don't want you to end up regretting this."
"No, you're right. I would end up regretting this."
I frowned. "Can we just talk tomorrow? About all of this?" I reached to take her hand in mine but she declined the offer by slapping it away.
"I want you to go."
"But-"
"I thought you liked me. I felt like we had a connection. I understood you, you understood me. And when I finally get the courage to show you how I feel, you just push me away," Her lower lip quivered as her eyes watered with tears.
"I do like you. I always have. I just want you to be sober, to be confident in what you're doing."
"And what makes you think I'm not sober?"
"You're slurring your words and your breath smells of alcohol," I admitted.
"Whatever," Y/N mumbled as she crawled off of the bed and stood on her feet. "I just wanted to give this night a good end. But my fault, I guess. I read into things too much."
I stayed quiet. I knew she didn't mean what she was saying.
"You're horrible, ya know that? You give me so many mixed signals by calling me cute, buying me things, and spoiling me with money. What do you want from me? I throw myself onto you and you push me away? What is wrong with you?"
"I'm going to go."
"Good! Go! The quicker, the better. I was sick of looking at you anyway." Her words cut deeper than any knife or blade ever could. But I knew she didn't mean any of it. It was the alcohol. I knew how she felt when her mother pulled this stunt with her. It wasn't a good feeling.
"Have a good night, Y/N." I smiled as I climbed off of the bed. I approached her despite her discomfort and pressed a kiss against her forehead. I then backed away, approaching the door. Part of me hoped she would beg me to stay but she remained quiet. Just as I left her bedroom, the door behind me slammed shut. While I was unhappy with her reaction, I was satisfied with the outcome. I'd much rather her despise me than take advantage of her when she was drunk by having sex with her. I knew she would regret it. She wasn't the type of girl to drink, let alone have sex with a guy while doing so.
As I walked downstairs, I realized she might forget about this in the morning. Or she wouldn't. I just didn't want her to hate me because of this. I was only looking out for her best interest.
I left her home and adjusted my coat, closing the door behind me. Evelyn leaned against the outside of the house, her foot propped up with a lit cigarette in her right hand. She looked at me and smiled. "Trouble in paradise?" She chuckled, taking a puff.
I adjusted the sleeves of my coat and looked over my shoulder. If it weren't for her, none of this would've happened. I developed a new hatred for Y/N's mother. "If I give her any more of what I have, I'm making sure you get jackshit," I snapped.
"We'll see about that. Like mother, like daughter."
"She is nothing like you."
"You're a no-good pirate. I see that. I just need her to realize that."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I reached over, grabbed the cigarette from her lips, and threw it on the ground. I squished it below my foot and then stepped forward. "The first step to conquering addiction is admitting you have one."
"Go home, clown."
It took everything in me not to say my true feelings to her, but that was Y/N's mother. I wasn't going to insult her mom.
It was best to leave before things escalated further.
I had such high hopes for tonight but alas, nothing was made a reality. As I started down the street, I wondered if I made a mistake by not continuing further with Y/N. I wanted to, I really did. I wanted nothing more than to share a moment of intimacy with her. But the red wine clouded her judgment. She had a huge fight with her mother. Evelyn even hit her. There was no way she was thinking clearly.
And if our relationship is affected because of this, then so be it.
I'd rather that than take something precious from her.
You're the twin sister of Eren Yeager. One day you see a strange man with whom you feel an instant connection.
18+ Zeke Yeager/Reader, some Eren Yeager/Reader
CWs: incest, manipulation, older man/younger woman, underage, non/dubcon, daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving)
WC: 3291/ total word count: about 47k
Part 2
The first time you see him is as youâre passing an alleyway in town. You only back up because you recognize the two with him as Reiner and Bertholdt. Heâs not quite as tall as Reiner, also blond and light eyed, quite fit, and wearing a pair of spectacles. Thereâs something familiar about him, but youâre sure youâve never met.
You lock eyes and he pauses in his conversation, then nods toward you. The two boys mutter back and forth with him and a hint of a smile appears on his face. You are still staring at one another when you flush hot, turning to head back toward the horses.
âYeager, wait up!â
Reiner catches up to you not two minutes later. The big guy isnât even panting, those long legs of his better suited to running than your own.Â
You favor him with a tight smile, a little embarrassed to have been caught staring earlier. âHey, Reiner.â
âYou really shouldnât be walking around here alone, you know.â Ah, such a gentleman. Reiner is always like that, and he further demonstrates it by offering to take your bag.
You shrug, but slide the cloth bag with your new undershirts into the proffered hand. âI can handle myself,â you counter. âIâm a scout, too.â
âYeah, but youâre not exactly the best at ground fighting, are you? As I recall, thatâs the one area Eren walloped you in.âÂ
The two of you had been neck-and-neck for most of your training, except for hand-to-hand fighting. Your brother would never let you forget it, either, despite you pointing out that youâd hardly be grappling titans.
He just had to prove you wrong there.Â
It was still bizarre that your brother could transform into a titan, much less how it came about. Those were grisly details you wish you could forget.
âThanks for the reminder,â you mutter. âWell, now youâre here to make sure I donât get lost on my way back, right?â
âRight,â the ox of a young man responds.
The pair of you walk in relative silence for a few minutes, then curiosity gets the best of you. âIs Bertholdt still with that guy?â
He nods.Â
âSo, who is he?â
You donât miss the way he nearly stumbles as though surprised youâd asked. He wasnât exactly the brightest of the 104th. âHeâsâ thatâs Zeke. We met him after Wall Maria came down.â
âOh.â You didnât expect that, but it makes sense. After all, the pair had come from the same village, and had never mentioned anyone else coming out alive. Quite the contrary, if you recall correctly. âHeâs a friend, then?â
âYeah, he looked out for us a bit when we came to the city.â
âSounds like a nice guy.â And good looking, though part of you kept thinking you were missing something.
The next time you see him heâs alone. You glimpse him in Stohess, which is strange for a multitude of reasons. Zeke pauses as you lean against a wall and wait for the signal. His pale eyes narrow, then a smirk spreads over his face, and youâre blushing again.
Why does he get to you like this? Youâve seen him exactly twice now, and for some reason he gets under your skin like nothing else.
You dream about him that night, and thatâs only the beginning.
When you see him the third time, youâre walking along the Wall early in the morning. Youâd given up on trying to sleep some time before dawn only to wind up taking to the heights in an attempt to clear your head.
Itâs from a distance at first, but you recognize him with enough time that you could use your ODM gear and get away if you really wanted to.
You donât.
Instead, you watch him approach, hands in his pockets as he casually strolls your way. Heâs so cocky with the way his eyes glint behind his glasses, smirk tugging at his lips.Â
âHey, there, sweetheart,â he says when heâs in a comfortable conversation distance.
Your brows twitch in a brief frown. âH-hi. Youâre Zeke, right?â
He nods and says your name as though itâs a question, but you know itâs not.
âNo last name, Zeke?â He apparently knows yours, so you feel a little outclassed.
âDoesnât really matter. What are you doing up here so early?â
You shrug. âI couldnât sleep. The air up here is refreshing, soâŠâ
Zeke hums, then swings a bag from his back and crouches down to remove what looks like a field teapot, but not. âI have something that might help. Sit, please.â He makes a little fire to heat the water in it, and within minutes the strange brown grounds are perfuming the air with the most lovely scent.
You sit across from him and watch the whole process from his careful measuring to the way he pours the brown liquid into tin cups.
Itâs hot when you take the cup from his large hand, and it warms your palms as the steam tickles your nose. You watch as he takes a healthy gulp, then do the same. You donât miss the way he watches with those sparkling, amused eyes.Â
Bitter, but refreshing heat floods your tongue. It tastes like one of those nice days in autumn where the leaves are turning orange and thereâs a hint of chill in the air, and you just want to lay in your warm bed.
Zeke chuckles. âItâs good, yeah?â
âYeah.â
He scoots closer to you, those pale blue eyes intent as they study your features. âYou and your brother donât look much alike, huh?â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Youâve heard it before, but it seems to mean something different from him. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, watching your cheeks flush to compete with the temperature of the coffee. âYouâre twins, right? Are you close?â
âI mean, us and Mikasa and Armin, weâre all we have.â You shrug again, wrapping your cloak around yourself when a sudden chill hits. âSo, I guess.â
âYou cold, honey?â You nod. Though heâs in a button down and slacks, he looks remarkably untouched by the cool air. âCâmere.â Zeke wraps an arm around you and you let him pull you to his side. And he is warm. Solid, and enveloping, too. He smells like pine, the drink, and something intensely masculine that makes your stomach flip.
âYouâre warm,â you say lamely.
Zeke smiles down at you, scrubs a hand through his blond scruff. âYeah. I run hot, I guess. Itâs good for cuddling cute little things like you.â
You swat at him playfully, but your heart is in your throat. Heâs just as handsome up close as he was from a distance, and you kind of like the view from your place pressed up against him.
A moment passes during which you sip from your cups, but you can feel Zeke glancing over at you regularly.
âWhat?â
He hums a question, as though unaware what youâre asking.
âYou keep looking at me.â
âOh.â He runs a hand through his hair. âThat. Youâre just very pretty, is all.â
âIâm okay,â you counter.
He cups your jaw, turning you to face him. The way his gaze flits across your features is addictive. âYouâre beautiful, sweetheart.â
You try to turn away in embarrassment, but his hand holds firm.
âI mean it. Youâre so beautiful, I almost canât believe youâre real. And that youâreâ Eren Yeagerâs sister. Seems a shame.â
âErenâs not that bad.â You defend him automatically now, having stood up for Eren so many times over the years that the words are rote.
âYeah, well.â He slowly removes his hand, and your cheek feels cold without his calloused palm against it. âReiner certainly agrees with me. I think he has a thing for you.â
Your nose crinkles, caught between saying âewâ and laughing that off. âHe likes Krista. Krista Lenz,â you explain at his raised brow. âSheâs a great scout. Even shorter than I am, but can run circles around me.â
âYou shouldnât be so hard on yourself. Besides, a guy can like more than one girl, ya know. He really didnât like me asking about you that day in the alley.â
âIs that when you found out my name?â
Zeke nods, the hand around your shoulders drifts down to your waist and squeezes gently. âYeah. You were just so pretty, I couldnât help myself. And when he ran off to escort you back to your barracks, I was a little jealous. Did you reward him for that?â
âReward him?â The conversation has taken some odd twists, but youâre still enjoying the company of the older man.
âMaybe give him a kiss for his time.â He bumps your leg with his own, and you think you see something devious swim behind the pale surface of his eyes, but maybe itâs just the sharp way he studies you.
You shake your head. âNo. Iâve neverâ never done that, actually.â
âWhat, youâve never kissed anybody?â He sounds disbelieving.
âNever really had any time. I mean, we started training at twelve, and thereâs never any privacy or anything. So kissing just hasnât been important.â
âHm.â He turns toward you more fully, arm sliding to your lower back. His eyes are definitely darker now, but only because his pupils have grown to swallow up the pale blue of his irises. âWould you like to?â
Your mouth hangs open, eyes widening. No way can he mean what you think he means. Right?
âYouâll catch flies like that, sweetheart.â Zeke cups your cheek again, thumb running over your bottom lip. âSo, what do you say?âÂ
You nod, swallowing dryly before you can second-guess yourself, and the corner of Zekeâs mouth ticks up in a smirk. Then heâs leaning down toward you, slotting that mouth over yours. He takes advantage of your dazed state to run his tongue around the sensitive inside of your lips. You shiver and make a little sound in the back of your throat. Zeke seems to like that, because that slick tongue then dips in and strokes along yours, against the roof of your mouth, possessing you and stealing your breath.
Burning hands pull you into his lap, running eagerly over your sides. âJeeeeesus, baby,â he says when he finally parts his lips from yours. âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â You lick your lips, an action he avidly tracks, and then heâs kissing you again.
And itâs amazing, sending tingles down to your toes and moths swooping in your stomach. It tastes like lightning in your veins, the closest thing to soaring through the air with your ODM gear as you can get while sitting on the stone.Â
He slides you down to lay across the cold surface that makes up the top of the Wall, his lower half trapping yours as he mouths across your jaw to nibble on your throat.
âZeke,â you breathe, overwhelmed and trembling, but unsure if you really want to end this. When you push experimentally at his shoulder, he doesnât even pause his ministrations.
Fingers dart to undo your buttons, one large palm slipping in to cup your breast, and you realize heâs mumbling between kisses and love bites. âSo fucking beautiful, babygirl.â The sharp edge of his teeth press against you as he sucks a hickey on your collarbone. âPerfect. Perfect, pretty girl. Wanna destroy you, steal you away for myself. So wrong.â
Youâre getting so lost in his fingers pinching and rolling a nipple, in the scratch of his beard on your flesh, that itâs hard to follow what he says. Itâs all just a mad jumble of praises.
âTried to fight it, but youâre so good, baby.â He loses patience and tears at your blouse, the rest of the buttons flying in a staccato hail. His mouth follows the path down to your breasts, and you think you should tell him to stop now, but his burning mouth engulfs half of the one not occupied by a hand, and all thoughts flee.
Your fingers tangle in his shaggy blond hair, tugging in tune with his tongue, which he seems to like. He worms his hips between your thighs, rolls deliciously against you. When you whine, he pulls from your breast with an obscene pop! and grins. Only now do you realize his glasses have been set aside.
âYou sound so pretty, babygirl. How about we see if we can make you come, huh?â
You blink dumbly at him and he grins.Â
âDonât know what that means, do you? It's okay, honey. Daddy will take care of everything for you.â His meaty hands work at your trousers, and your head tries to catch up, your own hands flying to his.
âW-wait. Wait!â Youâre confused and hot and dizzy and you think youâre a little nauseous, too. Itâs the same feeling you get whenever Reiner or Jean or even Mikasa is partially undressed around you.
He pauses. âItâs okay, sweetheart,â he assures you in the softest, most patronizing tone possible. âHere, lemme see if I can help you calm down a little, huh?â He unbuttons his own shirt, revealing a muscled chest just a bit slimmer than Reinerâs. Your mouth is dry all over again as you follow the revelation of each popped button. When heâs done and you make your way back to his face, heâs smirking. âSee something you like?â
You turn your head, biting your lip in mortification at being caught staring.Â
Zeke lays one of your palms against his chest. âDonât be embarrassed, baby. I like the way you look at me.â He dips back down to kiss and suck at your neck again, fingers skimming your sides. Itâs enough of a walk-back that you start to relax again. When his hips begin their slow roll, you spread your thighs and wrap them around him.
âFuck,â he hisses into your hair. âYouâre killing me. I gotta taste you.â He tugs your trousers off before you can raise another protest, diving between your legs to press his nose against your underwear.
You shriek and try to push away, but he holds you tightly and licks your center through the material. And you freeze.
He tears them off after a few more laps, and the difference that little piece of cloth makes is insanity. Youâre thrown into a puddle of your own making while he eats you like heâs starved. He sucks and nibbles and touches parts of you you didnât realize could feel that way until youâre falling apart. You donât even notice the first finger, but you definitely notice the second. Itâs a slightly painful stretch, but it also feels so good.
He finally pulls back after what feels like ages, and youâre emptier than ever, blushing as he sucks his fingers clean. âYou.â He shakes his head and chuckles nervously, staring down at her. âYouâre killing me. I donât know if Iâm gonna be able to give you up after this.â
Then heâs unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, lowering them just enough that his erection pops outâ
You canât breathe.Â
You might be young, but youâre not totally blind. You grew up with a brother and spent all of your formative years in close quarters with multiple boys. Youâve seen them naked before, but always soft (or under covers while they slept, just tenting the blankets a little). And theyâve always been rather awkward looking in those glimpses. This is nothing like those.
Itâs long and thick and standing up against his pelvis with slickness beading at the end as he strokes his fist up and down.Â
He lowers back over you, and when his dick brushes your stomach, you startle out of your daze, slapping against his shoulders with both hands.
âSh, sweetheart,â he murmurs. âItâs okay. Itâs okay,â he repeats, free hand brushing through your hair. âBaby, youâre alright.â Itâs too easy for him to ignore your ineffectual hands, peppering kisses to your cheeks until you think, maybe, youâre safe. Then heâs pushing inside you and, Walls, that hurts!
Itâs a stinging, burning stretch inside you as he bullies his way in. You whimper, eyes hot and vision shimmering with your tears, which he promptly kisses away.
When his pelvis meets yours, he pauses and pulls you into his chest with those strong arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. âShush, sweetheart. Sh. Daddyâs got you. The bad part is all over now. Relax, baby. Iâm so sorry, I just couldnât help myself. Youâre so pretty.â
Despite the pain heâs causing, you fist the open edges of his shirt, sniffling against his shoulder as he continues rambling in that soothing voice of his.
â... such a perfect little sister. Didnât know what to think when I saw you in town that day. I wanted to hate you, but youâre just so pretty and so sweet. I canât let anyone else have you. Baby, baby, baby. Please calm down for me? I promise, Iâll make it feel good from here on. Please, honey.â
Another sniffle, and you realize the pain isnât as bad. It's more of a discomfort than anything.Â
Zeke notices the change and cranes his neck to look down at your face. His smile is soft this time, fond. âThereâs my girl. Iâm gonna start moving now, okay?â
It still stings a little when his hips rock back, your walls dragging along them, but over the next few thrusts it starts feeling kind of good. And Zeke, noting every flicker through your expression, sees the shift immediately. He quickens, angling himself different ways until one particular thrust has you arching in his arms, a rush of wetness flooding your thighs.
âAtta girl,â he praises, and he picks up speed until the wet slap of your flesh is all you can hear between his dirty words and heavy panting.
You think you scream when your pleasure hits again. The world is thrown into relief, like a bolt of lightning flooded your vision. Your toes curl and you throw your head back, every muscle tense against Zekeâs hard body.
âFuck. Canât pull out, Iâm so sorry, babygirl. Gonna cum in this perfect pussy. Made for me. Born just for me. Fuck,â you hear him spit out the curse again, then he buries his head against your throat and groans, his length throbbing against your still pulsing insides.
He lays over you for long moments as you both come down, steam rising from your hot bodies in the cold morning like youâre a titan just sliced across the nape. Then he rolls to the side, curling around you where you lie on your cape, pressing his lips to your stomach before laying his cheek there.
You donât know how long the two of you bask like this. Itâs your one day off training, so you arenât too worried, but it would be horribly awkward if anyone were toâ
âZeke?â
Reiner and Bertholdt are standing not two yards away. Your guess is they didnât see you at first since youâre lying down. Bertholdtâs cheeks stain red and he hurriedly looks away; Reiner, blue eyes wide, is trying to not stare, but his gaze is dancing all over you. Youâre completely nude and sticky, while Zeke has shed his shirt to cool down, trousers still unbuttoned.
The blond beside you slips on his glasses and leans up on an elbow, flashing the others a grin. âHey, boys.â
You wrap your cloak over yourself and hide against Zekeâs chest; he chuckles and pats your back.
(Originally posted on AO3 by Frothy-Frowns â relax, thatâs my NotSFW username, Iâm not ripping someone elseâs work, lol)
Summary: In cute, playful banter, you accidentally marry a strange monochromatic clown with cold eyes. Congrats! Best of luck to you on your honeymoon~
First chapter is SFW. The next one is NSFW and has two versions for either genitalia, depending on the readerâs preference. Absolutely NO minors, please.
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18 Pages/ 8,561 Words ⊠so, uh, a pretty lengthy read.
