Warning(s) : omegaverse, possessive behaviour, omega v/alpha reader, terms used to refer to v's genitalia are cunt, folds, dick
Word Count : 1864
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V's heats were, thankfully, fairly regular. He'd get them the third week of every third month. The week before consisted of him nesting, getting a little more possessive over you when you were out and about, and lots and lots of cuddling.
They were strong, though. V didn't like leaving the apartment during his heats, so you were often the one leaving to get anything either of you needed. Drinks, food, whatever.
It's actually what you were doing now. V'd sent you on a drink run, having run out of his favorite NiCola 'cause he didn't realize he was low on them last week. Standing in line to checkout, you don't realize the person behind you is just a smidgen too close until they 'accidentally' bump into you.
When you turn to glance behind you, you get overcome with a sickly sweet scent that truly made you want to hurl. You do a good job forcing a straight face, though. Behind you, another guy is smiling at you. The hungry look in his eyes makes the almost friendly smile look anything but. You're able to deduce him as the source of the scent when he leans a tad closer, and another wave of the shit hits you.
And either the guy can't smell V on you, or thinks you're the type of alpha to jump on any omega who offers themselves, 'cause he leans closer once he knows you've seen him and gives you what you assume to be an attempt at fuck-me eyes. It doesn't look all that tempting.
"Hey, handsome," he purrs, trying to grab the arm not holding the case of V's NiCola. "Why don't you—"
Before he can continue, and before he can even touch you, you pull away. You offer as polite a smile as the guy deserves as you say, "Not interested. I've an input."
That hungry look from before is quickly replaced with disappointment, but he backs off. You're able to check out without any other distractions, and start on your way back to the apartment.
Much to your dismay, that omega's scent seems to stick to you like glue. You'd hoped the walk home would at least make it wear off a little, but it was still strong when you got to the door. Which meant V would be able to smell it, too.
You puff out a little breath before the door slides open and you step inside. V's heat permeates the air of the apartment, bringing with it a wave of warmth. You loved V's scent. It was maybe your favorite thing in the world.
V's dozing in bed, splayed on his stomach on the comforter with a fan blowing directly on him. His eyes flutter as the door shuts behind you, narrowing as soon as he sees you.
"You smell like shit," he says, pushing himself to sit up as you approach him.
"Yeah, I know," you huff, setting the pack of soda next to the bed. "Some asshole at the store thought I'd bail."
V snorts. He lets you kick off your shoes before dragging you down into bed with him. You let him manhandle you onto your back so he can straddle you. Your hand find his thighs easily, groping the toned flesh while he pulls off his shirt.
He doesn't toss it off the bed quite yet, instead rubbing it over his glands, soaking it in his scent. V's eyes are on you the entire time he does it, his stare just as hungry as that other omega's has been. But this time, it has heat pooling low in your stomach, your cock starting to stiffen.
The shirt, smelling so much like V, gets pressed to your nose for a teasing second. It's just long enough to make your hips jerk. You can't help the whine that escapes you when V pulls it away again before wrapping it around the back of your neck. He uses that to pull your head up so he didn't have to lean down far to kiss you.
He licks into your mouth, grinds down on the bulge in your pants until you whine into his. For all that it was V in heat, he loved teasing, working you up 'til you broke and pinned him down to take what you wanted.
That doesn't seem to be his end goal, today though. He bites your lower lip before sitting up again. He's flushed from his cheeks down to his chest, already shining with a light sheen of sweat. He's beautiful.
Then he's gone from your lap, a sudden cold taking his place. He leaves his shirt with you, so you're still wreathed by his scent when he stands next to the bed and peels his pants and boxers off.
His little cock stands proud, jutting from his pubes and looking oh so delicious. You go reach down to push your pants down your hips, but he's climbing back over you and pushing your hands away.
"Not yet," he tells you. You're about to ask why when he starts to shuffle up, till his knees dig into the mattress on either side of your head. His cunt shines with slick, dripping down onto you until you hook your arms over his thighs and pull him flush against your face.
V's moan fills the room as he grinds down on your tongue. You lick through his folds, wrap your lips around his cock as he rolls his hips. A hand tangles in your hair so he can hold you in place.
You can already feel his slick soaking your face down to your neck and shirt. You'd smell like V again by the end of this. There's nothing more you could want. And maybe that's what he wanted, to erase the other scent staining your skin.
V's sweet on your tongue. You could get drunk on his taste, on the sounds falling from his lips as he rides your tongue. Your cock is achingly hard in your pants, and you're sure you've soaked your underwear. It stays ignored in favor of V's pleasure.
The hand in your hair tightens as V's hips jerk harder, his rythym becoming uncoordinated as his first orgasm creeps up on him. His hips stutter, then stills and he lets out a long, drawn out moan as he comes, his thighs squeezing your head hard. An obscene amount of slick fills your mouth and leaks down to your neck to further soak your shirt.
V sighs pleasantly, rolls his hips to ride it out. He gentles the grip in your hair before letting go completely. Still, he doesn't get off your face. You continue licking at him, sucking his dick until he finally seems satiated and pulls away.
Your face is soaked. It doesn't seem to bother V one bit as he scoots down to kiss you, sloppy and wet. He lets you lick into his mouth this time, surely tasting himself on your tongue. You cup the side of his face to keep him close while V finally pushes your pants down.
Your cock springs free, slapping almost painfully hard against your tummy. The tip is wet with pre, and V immediately rubs his palm over it, collecting the wetness to ease the glide of his hand over your length. He swallows your gratified moan.
When he breaks the kiss, it's to trail down to your neck, where he kisses and nuzzles at your scent gland. Scenting himself, V's practically purring as he does it. The hand on your dick never stops, pumping you real nice and sweet.
You swear you feel him mouth a mine against your neck before he's pushing himself up to straddle your hips again. He's still dripping, warm slick making your cock twitch where it's poised beneath him. V, for all his teasing, seems just as impatient to get you inside him now. He lines you up with his hole, one hand on your dick and the other braced on your chest, before sinking down.
He groans low in his chest as you fill him up. The sound is echoed by you, his insides so warm and wet that you can't help yourself from fucking up into him a little. V lets you, then lets you pull him the rest of the way down your dick.
Sitting on your hips with your cock buried inside him, V looks at home. His eyes are closed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he rocks his hips back and forth.
He leans down to kiss you again, grabbing his shirt again and wrapping it loosely around your neck. He holds it in place as he raises his hips before sinking back down. You moan into each other's mouths.
V rides you slow like that, keeping his shirt around your neck so your scent could soak it while his bled onto you. It isn't long before your knot starts to form. V can feel it, evident in the way he starts to squirm as he pushes himself down onto you. He's panting into your mouth now, less kissing and more just breathing each other's air.
He starts to get desperate before long, riding you harder and faster until he slams himself down hard; hard enough that he forced your knot into him, hard enough you swear it should've hurt him. But V just moans, his voice ragged as he comes around your cock this time.
His walls pulse and squeeze around you, and the sensation pulls you over the edge too, your cock twitching inside him as you fill him up. V grins lazily down at you at the feeling, hips moving back and forth again as you empty your balls.
Only when you give his thigh a light slap does he stop. V unwraps his shirt from your neck and tosses it towards the couch before helping you work your soiled shirt off. That gets tossed in the clothes basket next to the bed.
Then, V stretches his arms above his head, groaning with satisfaction as his back pops. He slumps after before pressing close to you. It takes a little maneuvering, but you roll the two of you onto your sides so you could stay comfortably inside V until your knot subsided, and so V could get comfy, too.
He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips while you wrap an arm around his waist.
"You told that asshole no, right?" V asks, nosing at your jaw until you move your head so he could access your neck. He rubs his stubbled cheek against you.
"'Course I did," you reply, petting your hand up and down V's sweaty spine. "Why?"
V hums, his teeth ghosting over your gland until you shiver. You feel him smirk against your skin. "Jus' wondering."
His teeth sink into your shoulder just next to your gland. It makes you curse and your hips jerk at the sharp sting of pain. V laughs, happy against your shoulder where he presses a kiss over the bite mark. This time, you really do here him mutter, "'Cause you're mine."
Warning(s) : dom bottom / sub top, leashes and collars, some pet play
Word count : 2069
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A bag gets dropped in your lap before Kerry plants his pretty ass right next to you. You glance at the bag and then to him, quirking an eyebrow until he huffs and rolls his eyes.
"Open it."
You peer into the bag only to see a black box. When you pull it out, it feels fairly weighty and you can hear something clink when you give it a little shake. You look at Kerry again, and he just grins and nods at the box.
You feel heat rush to your face as soon as you see what's inside. Kerry chuckles and rests his chin on your shoulder to look at the.. gift with you. You pull it out.
A well made, and admittedly very pretty, black collar sits in your hands, a matching leash still curled in the box. It's made of leather; actual real leather, so it'd definitely been expensive. A circular tag hangs from the front with Property of Eurodyne stamped on it.
"Well?" Kerry's voice rings in your ear, a low rumble that sends heat down to your tummy. He nips at your earlobe and your breath hitches.
"It's nice," you finally manage to get out. You let out a nervous chuckle. "What's the occasion?"
Kerry hums, taking the collar from your hands to unclasp it. He shoves the bag off your lap and plants himself in its place. Your hands move to rest on his thighs on instinct.
"Nothin' special," he finally says as he loops the leather around your neck. It's cool against your skin, and you're hyper aware of Kerry's fingers as they brush against your skin. "Just saw it and thought you'd like it."
He's lying. It's custom made. You can tell 'cause it's made of the same leather his belts are. The idea that he'd sent one of his belts to get this made crosses your mind. You don't call him on it, though.
Kerry tightens the collar, pushes two fingers between it and your neck to make sure it wasn't too tight. Then he hooks those fingers in the metal where the tag hangs from and gives you a little shake. "I want you to wear this all day."
"Really?" You try to ignore the way your voice cracks as you speak, but Kerry's chuckle makes it hard. You feel your cheeks flush. You had a handful of gigs that needed done, and the idea of wearing the collar where anyone and everyone could see it makes you hot under the.. well the collar.
"Mhm." Kerry hums. He leans forward and kisses you, slow and deep. He licks into your mouth and makes you shiver. "Want everyone to know what a good dog you are," he purrs against your lips.
Your hips jerk up on their own accord. Kerry laughs at you again, gives you one last kiss before extricating himself from your lap. He gives you a condescending pat on your cheek before heading upstairs.
You did keep it on all day. Even when the skin under the thing got all sweaty and hot, it stayed on. It clinked quietly everytime you took a step, which meant any stealth gigs you had lined up couldn't be done. Thankfully, this was Night City, so not many people gave you weird looks.
When you get back to Kerry's villa that night, he's waiting for you. Leaned up against the piano right inside the door, he's got the leash in his hands. He says nothing as you walk in and looks pointedly to the floor in front of his feet.
You take the silent command, walking over to him before kneeling in front of him, hands folded in your lap as you look up at him. Kerry smiles warmly at you, pets a hand over your hair. "Good boy."
You're barely able to hold back a groan at the praise. You certainly can't stop your cock from twitching trapped in your pants. He keeps one hand on your head while he hooks the leash to your collar. It feels heavier than you thought it would. The leather leash drags the collar down to the base of your neck when Kerry grabs the end of it, letting the rest hang between the two of you.
He leans back against the piano to look down at you again. There's a sort of aroused embarrassment you feel under his gaze, those pretty blue eyes roaming hungrily over your body. Your dick is rapidly stiffening in your pants, and it isn't long before his eyes lock on the bulge.
Kerry wraps the end of the leash around his hand once and gives it a sharp tug. It makes you gasp as you're pulled a fraction forward. Your nose is dangerously close to his crotch, and his scent fills your nostrils. He still smells like his cologne, though it's worn off somewhat, allowing his natural musk to bleed out. It's addicting. You want nothing more than to bury your face in his crotch and rub yourself all over him.
"You remember the rules?" Kerry's voice, harsh and commanding brings your attention back to him.
No speaking unless spoken to, no touching unless told to, proper titling when you do speak. Any straying results in punishment. Last time you'd touched him before you were allowed, you'd been made to wear a cock ring for a week.
You blink up at him. "Yes sir."
He smirks and runs his hand through your hair again. "Attaboy." That hand moves to his sweats next, undoing the neat little bow that was keeping them around his waist so he could push them to his thighs.
His cock, already half-hard, nearly catches your nose as it springs free. It leaves a smear of pre across your cheek that you fight the urge to lick up. He doesn't give you his cock, though.
Kerry turns around, leans his upper half partway over the piano and reaches back to spread his ass. His hole winks at you, practically begging for your tongue. Your leash gets tugged, and this time you do end up with your nose against his pretty ass.
"Mouth," Kerry demands, moaning when you lick over him immediately. He holds himself open for you so you can lick and prod at his hole with your tongue. You get the gratifying feeling of him pushing back against your face, and it doesn't take all that long for him to demand your fingers next.
You pull back a little so you can work your index into him. He takes the finger easily. As you finger him, you lick around his rim, feel him gradually relax above you. His moans have quieted, muffled a bit like he's biting his lip.
Only after you work a second and third finger into him does he permit you to get your dick out. You think it's the fastest you've ever gotten your pants open. Your dick is painfully hard, throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Kerry's looking at you through the gap of his arm and body, the eye you can see half lidded. He looks down at your cock, at the rope of pre dripping down it.
He tugs on your leash again, laughing when it makes your dick twitch. "Up, pup."
Your knees crack as you stand, your legs trembling from having knelt for so long. Your hands hover over his hips for a second before a nod from him allows you to close in on him. Your chest presses against his back, your cock nestled between his ass cheeks.
"Just the tip," Kerry tells you. You nod, just barely holding back the whine of disappointment trying to escape you.
You bite your lip as you grab your dick, pressing against his hole before pushing in. The tip pops past his rim, making him groan pleasantly. You stop there as told, pressing your forehead to the knob of his spine. Your breaths are already coming out as harsh pants, and you know Kerry can feel the warmth of them through his tank top.
Kerry does the work for you, moving back and forth between you and the piano, working a little more of your dick into him with every movement. He feels so fucking good. It takes everything in you to keep still. You want nothing more than to fuck into Kerry, make him feel good the way you knew to.
You're clutching his hips so tight, tight enough to blanch, tight enough to bruise. Kerry doesn't chastise you. He just keeps moving, keeps rocking back and forth until his ass is pressed flush to your hips. Then he tugs on the leash again to grab your attention. "Slow."
Heading the command, you draw out halfway before easing back into him. It's no where near the pace Kerry normally likes and you have a feeling that it was on purpose. As you roll your hips, Kerry's hips flex, meeting each of your thrusts and making them a little harder.
Your head moves, lips ghosting over the back of Kerry's shoulder. It gets you a hard tug on your lease, a warning in of itself even without the growl that escapes Kerry's throat. The whimper that leaves you seems enough to satiate him, 'cause he doesn't make you stop. He just tells you not to bite.
You mouth sloppily at his skin wherever your mouth can reach, your hips stuttering in their slow pace. When Kerry widens his stance, a bolt of excitement shoots through you. He looks at you over his shoulder and lets go of the leash.
He grins at you, planting both his hands on the piano before nodding. "Go," he permits.
And go, you do. Your hands clutch harder at Kerry's hips as you pull out till your tip pulls as his rim, before slamming into him hard and fast. His moan echoes in the open area, filling your ears and making your dick twitch inside of him. Free to set your own pace, you don't give him time to breathe.
Your breaths come out harsh, quick as you fuck into him. Kerry barely seems able to get a decent breath in between his moans, but he doesn't stop you. In fact, he shoves his hips back every time you withdraw your hips, encouraging the pace. "That's it, pup. Good boy," Kerry gets out between moans and staccato-ing breaths. "Fuck me good."
His praise makes you fuck him harder, faster, pathetic whimpers working their way from your throat every time you bottom out. You scrape your teeth over the skin of his collarbone, waiting for him to nod before biting down. It'd be the one mark you were allowed tonight. You make it dark, sucking at his skin until you're sure it'll stick.
Your mouth moves to his neck, planting wet kisses up and down it as your hips start to stutter again, this time 'cause you were close. You reach around to grab his dick, jerking him off erratically. Kerry groans in your ear, his hips jerking between yours and your hand, unable to decide which contact he wants more.
He doesn't have to choose for long, though. "Close.." you mutter in his ear, your voice quiet.
Kerry hums an acknowledgement, the sound jumping in his throat as you thrust into him again. You slam into him only a handful of times after that before pressing flush against him, pushing yourself as deep as you can as you cock pulses and you spill inside him.
You continue to jerk Kerry off as you ride your high, and it isn't long before his hole tightens around your softening dick and he comes over your hand with a moan. For a minute or so, you both just stand there, breathing hard while your dicks soften. You nuzzle against Kerry's shoulder, pressing more kisses over his skin until he shrugs the contact off.
Taking the hint, you pull out. Kerry turns around and, while you tuck your dick back in your pants, he unclips the leash. His hands move behind your head, reaching for the clasp of he collar, before you bat his hands away. His eyebrows shoot up, and you fight the flush rising to your cheeks as you tell him, "I like it. Wanna keep it on."
Chuckling, Kerry pulls you into a kiss that you melt into. "Alright, pup. Whatever you want."
Warning(s) : kneeling, feminization/sissification, lingerie, crying, breeding kink, dom top reader, sub bottom v :-)
Word Count : 1749
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V was on his knees between your spread legs, your hand gripping his chin to keep him still. He kinda regretted taking the bet now that he was here, letting you apply cherry red lipstick on him. He's not naked, but with the lingerie you've got him in, he may as well be.
He's got bubblegum pink stockings on, with matching panties and a tiny ass little skirt that was really just ruffles 'cause it did nothing to cover his ass or the bulge in his panties. The bra he was wearing barely even fit, stretching tight over his chest.
He's brought back to the present as you pull the lipstick away, still holding him by the chin so you can turn his face this way and that, admiring your own work. You seem happy with your work, smiling to yourself before nodding and letting him go. "There. My girlfriend's looking pretty."
Your words send a shiver down V's spine. He feels his cheeks flush, feels his dick twitch where the silky fabric keeps him contained.
You grab V by the back of his head to pull him closer to you. He's shuffles closer, till his nose was pressed to the bulge in your pants. He could tell you were half hard already and was eager to get you in his mouth.
As if reading his mind, you grin with just a little too much teeth. "You want it? Get it out for me, sweetheart."
V does so, deft hands working your pants open so he could pull your cock out. He gives it a few pumps from tip to base just to feel you harden against his palm before pressing a kiss to the tip.
When he pulls back, he can see the red tint left behind by his lipstick. Of course you'd get the cheap shit. The eyeliner you'd applied before would probably be running down his face by the end of the night. Fuck, he was gonna be a mess.
But he realizes he really doesn't care. You'll clean him up afterwards. You always do. So, he pushes those thoughts to the back of his head and gets himself into the scene.
He presses another kiss to the head of your cock before letting it slip into his mouth. He relishes the groan you let out as your head falls back. Your hips flex, pushing your cock deeper into his mouth. V moans around you, the vibrations causing your breath to hitch.
"That's a good girl," you breathe above him, guiding his head to start bobbing. He lets you set the pace, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of your cock to keep it steady as he sucks you off.
He doesn't at all try to be quiet, moaning around you every time the tip of your cock teases the back of his throat. And then your cock was in his throat, your hand keeping him stuck in place as you pull him further and further down your cock.
The hand not on his head slips down to the front of his neck, feeling out where it bulges from your length. V feels himself drooling dumbly and his eyes start to flutter when his nose gets buried in your pubes.
His throat convulses around you as he fights his gag reflex. Then he can't breathe. He can't breathe and he can't find it to care.
You feel V start to go limp against you, can see his eyes fluttering before shutting completely. You count in your head, knowing V's limits and what he could and couldn't handle. V's enhanced lungs meant he could take a lot more than most people, and you'd gotten it down to a science.
Ninety seconds of that wonderful tightness before you drag V off your cock. He gasps all pretty, lipstick smeared and eyeliner already starting to run. He pants as you hold him in place, your slick cock resting against his reddened lips.
"My girl's got a nice mouth on her," you praise. It gets V to crack open his eyes; pretty and wet, he looks up at you without a thought behind them. You chuckle at the sight. "My pretty girl."
V's cheeks flush darker and he leans forward to press a wet kiss to your cock again. You pet his head, smiling to yourself when he subconsciously leans into it.
He jerks back to the present when you pat your thigh. "Come up here."
V's legs wobble as he stands, the imprint of the rug he was kneeling on stuck in his knees. But it doesn't seem to bother him, as he quickly makes himself at home on your thigh, his knees pressed on either side so he can straddle it.
His panties aren't able to contain his dick anymore, the tip peeking above the waistband, already damp with pre.
"Look how wet you are," you muse, rubbing your thumb over his tip to collect the moisture there. V gapes a little as you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking it clean. His hips jerk helplessly against your thigh, the moan that leaves him pitched. You wanted more.
You grab V by the hips and encourage him to start grinding on your thigh. He doesn't hesitate to go with it, rolling his hips while one hand braces on your shoulder. The other you guide to your cock, and V wraps his hand around it, pumps you with no real rhythm but you didn't give a shit right then.
You were focused on the pitched, almost girlish moans tumbling from V's lips. He'd only agreed to do this cause he'd lost that stupid bet, but you had an inkling he'd be asking for more after this if his performance was anything to go by.
His forehead knocks against yours, pulling you from your thoughts just in time for V to kiss you. You cup his face as you lick into his mouth, nip at his lip to hear him gasp. He presses closer to you, the hand on your shoulder moving to the side of your neck so he can try to deepen the kiss.
You kiss until you're out of breath and V dips his head to mouth at your neck, biting and sucking as his hips start to lose their rhythm.
"Gonna make a mess?" You ask him, guiding his face back up to look at you. He nods, bottom lip trembling. His lipstick is smeared even more now, and you'd bet real money that there's residue around your mouth. You bounce your leg, moving V with it and he yelps, hips jerking forward as his cock pulses and he paints his tummy.
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a vague disappointment settles in the back of your mind. You'd wanted to make him hold it. Oh well, you think. You weren't gonna ruin V's orgasm just 'cause it didn't go the way you wanted it to.
V looks blissed as his hips continue to rock, milking a couple more weak strands that just slide right back down his tummy, darkening the fabric of his panties as they hit it. The hand on your cock had stopped moving whole V rode his high, but you didn't let him start again once he settled back down.
You batted his hand away and had him get in your lap properly, though facing away from you this time. Not bothering to remove his panties, you simply move the fabric covering his ass to the side. V's hole was still kind of shiny with lube from when you'd prepped him earlier, but you still grabbed the bottle to reapply.
V shivers in your lap as you smear the cold liquid around his hole. Three of your fingers press into him fairly easily, so you don't waste much time pulling them back out and dropping V onto your cock.
You bottom out without giving V any reprieve, and you're rewarded with a shout that's sure to get you a noise complaint. He squirms in your lap as you gather his legs into the crook of one arm and plant your feet firm against the ground.
V curses as you slam up into him, throwing his head back against your shoulder as you set an almost brutal pace. His moans are louder now, your name and faster getting thrown in with every other one. He clenches tight around your cock.
"God, what a tight fucking cunt," you growl against his shoulder. You can see V nod out of the corner of your eye, those streaks of eyeliner from earlier getting longer and darker. You nose at his cheek and feel the wetness; you laugh a little meanly. "Aw, is my babygirl crying? Too much for her?"
V shakes his head, but hiccups out a sob with his next moan. It doesn't spur you into being any more kinder to him. You bite into his shoulder, muffling your own moans as you fuck up into V. "Gonna fill you up," you groan. "Put a baby in you. You want that?"
"Yeah," V gasps immediately, no hesitation whatsoever. His voice is a whine as he begs. "Want it so fuckin' bad. Give it t'me."
And who would you be to deny him? You pull him flush against your hips, your thrusts becoming shallower and quicker before you slam into him one last time. Your cock throbs and pulses as you pump everything you've got into him. V shudders and pants against you, his body slowly going limp in your lap.
When you glance at him, his eyes are closed and his breathing has steadied. You think he's fallen asleep, so you try to maneuver him as slowly as you can so he could rest easier. Halfway through turning him around to face you, your cock slips free, and V starts grumbling and squirming again. He turns the rest of the way and shoves you down against the couch before laying down on top of you.
"You don't wanna clean up?" You ask him, running a hand up and down the length of V's back. You take a second to unclasp the bra he was wearing, and V's kind enough to lift up enough so you can get it off of him. You toss it across the room without a care of where it lands.
"Not right now," V mumbles, tucking his head under your chin with a quiet huff. "Jus' hold me."
Pairing : Pre-canon Kerry Eurodyne x M!Reader
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Warning(s) : Exhibitionism, reader is a little dense, spit as lube + no actual prep
Word Count : 1496
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Kerry seemed to take pride in walking around naked. Your place, his place, backstage dressing rooms where anyone could walk in. No where was safe from getting an eyeful of Kerry's, admitting very pretty, cock.
And you saw him like that a lot. You hung out with the rocker often enough. Fuck, you've known him since before he dropped out of school. He'd been like this back then, too.
Kerry had been crashing at your place for the last two weeks. His last input (or ex-input now) had given him to boot, and he and Johnny weren't on the best terms right now. He'd made a show of showing up while it was pouring, looking all the wet puppy he probably felt like begging to borrow your couch. Not that you were ever going to say no to him, but you know he doesn't have the best track record with the people he tries to live with.
So, he'd started crashing on your couch, but he'd moved to your bed not long after. Something about the couch killing his back. It was nice having another body in your bed. Kerry was warm and normally smelled really good, even if he had an undertone of cigarette smoke or alcohol.
All this to say you've seen Kerry's cock more in these last two weeks than you think you've seen it in the last year.
It looked almost the same as it usually did, though you've noticed he stopped shaving his pubes a little while ago. The hair dusting just above the base of his dick looks really good. You've the urge to bury your nose in the coarse hairs there every time Kerry waltzes out of the bathroom, no towel and dripping wet across your floor.
Hell, half the time you go to sleep after him, he's butt ass naked in your bed. You have to wake him to get him to at least put some underwear on. Kerry always grumbles, mumbling about how he thought you thought he was pretty and how it was soooo mean of you to wake him up.
It never discourages Kerry, though. He seems perfectly content to prance around your house naked. At least he covers up when you've company over. It seems he does have some decency.
On the fifteenth or maybe sixteenth day, Kerry surprises you.
You'd been having a lazy day, lounging on your couch and watching shitty reality TV while Kerry was supposedly at band practice. So you don't at all expect to see him out of the corner of your eye, naked and damp and half hard.
You feel your face heat up as you jump, startled by his sudden appearance. You laugh kinda nervously as he approaches you. "Fuck, Ker, you scared the shit out of—"
Before you can even finish your sentence, Kerry's planted himself in your lap. His arms drape over your shoulders and he leans in so close to your face, you can make out each and every one of his freckles.
His brows are furrowed like he's mad at you, but you know if that were to be true, he definitely wouldn't be sitting in your lap like this. "Are you dense or what?" He finally asks.
Your eyebrows shoot up and you let out another nervous laugh as confusion sets in. "What?"
"Why aren't you all over me?" He grumbles, the furrow in his brows turning into a cuter pout.
"Am I supposed to be?" You ask, finally bringing your hands to rest on his hips.
Kerry bristles at your response. "I've been walking around naked! Of course you're supposed to be." He knocks his forehead hard against yours before rolling his hips. The action brings your attention to his cock as it brushes against your shirt, and it was definitely harder than it had been before.
"I thought you were just lazy and didn't wanna get dressed," you tell him. Looking back now, maybe you were dense. You'd only ever seen Kerry do what he did with you with Johnny, and you knew about all his hang-ups with him.
"Fuck, you really are dense," Kerry huffs, his annoyance fading to something more teasing. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"
You hum, as if in thought, before nodding. "Yeah, I think you should," you say with a grin. At least that gets Kerry to laugh.
It gets him further leant over you too, his lips just a breath from yours. His voice had taken on that husky tone you normally only ever heard second hand. "I want your cock," he murmurs, his lips just a breath from yours. It makes you shiver, makes your fingers dig just a little harder into his skin. "I'm gonna push you down and take what I want from you."
With that, he closes the short gap to kiss you. His hands move from behind you, darting down to get your pants undone with such fervor, you can't help but groan against him. Kerry takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth as he pulls your cock out. You were hard. Who wouldn't be with a pretty thing like Kerry in their lap? Touching them with such confidence. That would make anyone hard.
True to his word, Kerry does shove you around. He breaks the kiss long enough to force you on your back so he can straddle you. He rises up on his knees, pressing the head of your cock against his hole. He smears a small bead of precum down the length of your cock, as if that would be enough to get you inside of him.
"Ker- Lube—" You try to insist, only to cut yourself off as Kerry spits in his free palm and rubs that over your length as well. He does it again to rub over his hole. And again just for the hell of it. He's wet and you're wet, and it still seems impossible when Kerry starts to sink down onto you.
He takes you so fucking easy, though you suppose he's probably had bigger dicks in the past. It still doesn't make it any less impressive as he sits flush against your hips with nothing but a bit of spit. He seems to like it too, chewing on his lip as he draws circles with his hips.
He's tight and warm, maybe not as wet as you normally like it, but the sight above you made it okay. He rolls his hips, and you in turn fuck up into him with enough force that he bounces a little. Kerry seems to get the idea, though, finally starting to ride you.
Kerry rides you hard enough that you know you'll feel it come tomorrow. His hands find purchase on your chest as he fucks himself on your cock, his own dripping pre all over your shirt. It's not long before sweat begins to bead at his forehead and his thighs begin to tremble on either side of yours. But he doesn't stop. If anything, he forces himself to go faster, harder.
Then his cock, looking almost painfully hard, jerks and twitches and spills all over your shirt. His ass clenches hard around you as he comes, and you can't hold yourself back. Pulling his hips flush against yours, you hold him there as you fill him up. The sensations force another weak spurt of cum from Kerry's cock.
He grinds against you until you feel like your balls are empty. When he stills, you think he's going to crawl off you, maybe drag you to your shower for another round, but all he does is sigh happily before collapsing on top of you.
Kerry shoves his head under your chin and makes himself comfy on top of you. He even goes so far as to grab the remote from the coffee table to switch your show to something he liked. You can't be bothered to get upset, too blissed out from your orgasm. You wrap an arm around the rocker to hold him close, scratching over his back with the other one.
"Think we could do this again?" You ask him after an episode or two, with your softened cock still buried inside him.
"We will," Kerry says. He's smiling. You can feel it against your chest. "I want you to blow me in the shower tomorrow."
You can't help but laugh. At least he was straightforward about what he wanted. "Only if you keep prancing around my house naked."
Kerry lifts himself up enough to grin at you. "I would've done that even if you didn't give me your dick."
You pinch his side hard enough to make him jump. He clenches around your cock, too, and you almost flip the two of you over for a second round then and there. "Brat," you huff at him teasingly.
He sticks his tongue out at you before leaning down to kiss you. "You're into it."
Warning(s) : Cock cages, dom/sub, dom shion/sub reader, rough oral sex, transformers lingo used, shion spike
Word count : 950
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The click of the chastity cage brings a finality that makes you tremble. Shion smiles where she's stood above you, pleased with herself as she looks down at you and your nude form. The cage looked basic at first glance; typical shape and color, but etched into the metal on your balls, was Shion's name and the Hashimoto emblem.
"There. Now everyone will know you belong to me," she says, hooking a nail in one of the gaps on the cage. It brushes against your dick, makes you shiver and your breath hitch. Or maybe it was the possession in her voice that did that. Regardless, she seems pleased by your reaction. "And what do you say?"
You swallow, trying to control your breathing as you choke out, "Thank you, ma'am."
Shion uses her free hand to pet you, running her fingers through your hair before fisting it in the strands. She tugs you further upright, pulls you closer until your nose is pressed against the crease of her thigh. "Good boy," she coos condescendingly.
Her touch is cold, as it normally was. It wouldn't be long before the metal of her thigh would warm, leeching off the warmth of your skin. For now, you simply deal with the cold. You'd get your reward soon enough.
As she holds you against her, she presses the toe of her heel to the underside of the cage. Your hips twitch forward on impulse. Where you'd normally get chastised for the involuntary movement, Shion lets you off with nothing more than a disappointed scoff.
Your eye catches the glint of light as Shion moves her free hand down to her opposite thigh. You watch from the corner of your eye as a panel disengages and she flips a small switch. You were intimately familiar with the action, but the sudden shudder as her spike unfolds still surprises you.
Her spike was pretty. It was the same color as the meshing on her neck, with ridges that glowed a faint red. She was big, too. Bigger than you. You loved having her inside you, whether it was your ass or your mouth.
The tip beads a clear lubricant that you can't wait to lick up. But, held in place by the hand in your hair, you're forced to simply watch as Shion wraps a hand around herself and pumps her spike slowly. You can't help the quiet whimper that escapes you as you're denied what you want.
Shion tuts at you, tugging your head away from her plating. She shifts to stroke herself right above your face, her eyes glinting with mirth as you go cross-eyed trying to focus on her spike. Further teasing you, she smears that bead of lubricant across your upper lip, laughing quietly when you visibly struggle not to lick your lips.
"Open," she demands when your eyes start to water and you're visibly tensed.
Immediately, your mouth opens wide. You're rewarded with your quick obedience by the tip of her spike resting on the tip of your tongue. Lubricant leaks over your tongue, steadily increasing in flow until it's impossible to keep from spilling. The cool liquid slips from the corners of your mouth, dripping down onto the floor and your thighs. Shion lets it happen, listens to you start to gag and gurgle as it becomes to much.
She taps her foot against the cage again, surprising you and making you jolt, makes you take her deeper. At that, she pulls you all the way down her spike. Your mouth overflows, some forcing its way out of your nose, but you wrap your lips around her. Her spike has long since warmed, and the weight of it feels good in your mouth.
Shion pulls you halfway off by your hair, before pushing you back down. She does it again and again and again, using your mouth like a fleshlight to get off. Your eyes begin to water again, but it doesn't net you any pity. Even as your tears begin falling, they only seem to spur Shion into being rougher. But you loved it. This was your purpose with her.
When she overloads, her hand switches from being tangled in your hair to simply cupping the back of your head, holding you flush against her body. Her spike gets hot, almost enough to be painful if you weren't used to it.
She holds you there, well past her overload point, simply feeling you swallow the spurts of lubricant her spike provides as you suck her. You can hear her inner fans working overtime to cool her body back down. The sound is soothing, and you close your eyes, just basking in the afterglow of your purpose being fulfilled. Your own cock throbs weakly in its cage, desperately wanting to harden, but hindered by the lack of space.
Shion wouldn't get you off tonight. She probably wouldn't get you off the entire week you were to wear the thing. Punishment for speaking out of turn; something you may or may not have done intentionally just for the punishment.
She lets you get your fill, only pulling you off when your suckling stops. She presses the toe of her shoe against the underside of the cage one more time before waving you off. "Clean yourself up, we're done here."
You nod, rocking back on your heels before standing. You were thankful she decided to simply break into your house so you didn't have to walk very far to get to a bathroom to wash your face. By the time you leave, Shion's gone, though she left a note on your bed with nothing but the date she'd stop by next.
Warning(s) : Bloodplay , wound fingering/fucking, sub-ish johnny
Word Count : 1697
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Johnny's covered in blood when the two of you meet up again. This was probably the worst part about doing gigs with the resurrected rocker. He's already got a cigarette perch between his lips, seemingly unbothered by the shit he's covered in.
When he moves to walk by you now that your target was dead, you grab him by the back of the shirt to pull him back in front of you. Johnny goes with the movement with nothing more than an annoyed huff.
"Most of it isn't mine," he says before you can say anything.
"Most?" You repeat with a aggravated laugh. "Where are you bleeding?"
Johnny rolls his eyes, huffs a little as he flicks the butt of his cigarette at you. "Just a bit on my side. Why do you care?"
"I don't. I just don't want you to get blood in my car."
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