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A Flick

Notes: This is based off Moskov’s old Twilight Dragon skin! Happy new year.

Warnings: Horn play, sub Mos, dom ish Gus, fingering, rutting on thigh, multiple orgasms, anal.

Gusion POV

Another groan of annoyance echoed from the bathroom, my knowing gaze leaving the report Aamon sent to the bruting man. You’d think his stubbornness would fade after 30 minutes but he seemed dead set on doing it himself.

“Come here and let me help you.” I sigh, picking my head up from the papers. It’s been a while since our last mission where the unexpected happened.

Moskov poked his head from the bathroom, brows furrowed together before revealing another broken hair tie. Thick long black hair draped past his brawny shoulders. Deep ink was sketched into his ebony skin, making me struggle to keep my eyes focused.

“Who made these things? They are so feeble and weak.” The raven clicked his tongue, moving his fingers around and messing with the rubber band. He just came out of his nightly shower, hair still dripping from his impatience.

Moving the papers to the side of the bed, I gestured for the raven to take a seat on the floor. Crimson eyes moved back and forth between the floor and the rubber band on his fingers.

I didn’t completely understand his hesitation. At first I thought it was from the gesture itself. He’s still not use to dating, especially not to an ex noble. For an Abyss creature it was unheard of. Though, he’s much more then that now.

Dark, they looked rigid at first; the way they curled back with sharp ends. Thick horns protruded from the demon’s head as a result of our last mission. Moskov was exposed to a type of magic I have little to no experience with. As a result, he grew more animalistic features. Horns, fangs, even claws.

Two weeks have passed since then and the side effects are slowly wearing off. His claws have dulled, resembling his usual rough hands. His fangs are still a bit sharp but nothing alarming. At first he struggled fitting his tongue in his mouth from the size.

However, the horns still remained. It’s caused some inconveniences. Sleeping on his right or left side is uncomfortable. Wearing hooded clothes has become a nightmare. Another inconveniences is putting his hair up.

No matter how many tries, the abyss creature cannot put up the top part of his hair. He refuses to cut it as well. “It’s almost like they are only made to hold hair.” I sighed as the raven kneeled down beside me.

Broad shoulders pressed against my thighs as Moskov pushed himself between me. His arms wrapped around his chest, legs crossed as he tried to stay stiff. “Just-“

“Yes, I know Mos. I’ll be careful.” I know the raven could sense my eye roll but chose to ignore it. Another reason Moskov has been rejecting my help is because the horns are sensitive. I’ve never touched them out of fear of hurting him, but from what he says, it sparks an indescribable pain.

A sea of midnight, his locks flowed passed his shoulders and pooled into my lap. My gaze fixated on the horns themselves. The curve to them was identical, the material looked rough. Maybe these horns are similar to animal ones? It could be painful because of the boney core in the center.

Leaning forward, I gestured for the hair tie in Moskov’s hands, my eyes never leaving the horns. Maybe it was because they were on Moskov but they were slightly alluring. Almost attractive?

One of my fingers dipped underneath the horn, making a separation through his hair. My face was a few inches from the horns, concentrating on not accidentally touching them and making an even part.

Wet, heavy breaths captured my attention. They were low, almost unnoticeable. On my thighs I could feel the slight shakes of Moskov’s body as he struggled to keep steady.

I couldn’t see his expression, but what I could see is the shifts in his seating. Every few moments his leg would rattle slightly. Almost like a flinch. “Are you in pain? I didn’t even touch the horns though.” I whispered, leaning closer. Hot, his flesh pushed against me more from my words. His body gravitated towards my touch, arms now pressed against my legs while his shoulders held against my thighs.

If he was in pain, wouldn’t he push away from me?

“Your… your breaths, Gusion.” Unsteady, his voice shuddered on my name. Hearing it made my teeth nip at my lip.

One of my hands left his hair to grasp his chin. Fingers pressing down on his jaw, I adjusted his head. His throat pressed against my hand as he swallowed hard, eyes dazed from the sensation clouding his head. “I’m not even close to them, Moskov.” I breathed against his horns.

A helpless breath faltered. It reverberated in my palm as I squeezed his jaw tighter out of excitement. Power curled my lips, the warmth of his humiliation spreading to his cheeks and neck. I tilted his head back, looking down at the raven’s twisted expression. Shameful, the color blazing across his rich skin told it all.

Teeth nipped at his lips in need, eyes squeezed shut in hopes that the pressure would go away. But it didn’t.

My hand became a puppet to my curiousity as I let go of the part. Dark locks meshed back into the sea they came from as my touch approached one of the horns with hesitation.

It was always this way. My curiosity and lust causing me to explore him. Understand him. Taste him.

He’s so tantalizing it hurts. His heat on my body urges me to touch him while more desperate pants dared to leave his lips.

It was a side of him I’ve never seen yet am addicted to.

My thumb graced the horn, barely resting my fingertip against before a hand clutched my wrist. The grip was shaky as crimson trapped my gaze. Foggy, Moskov’s gazes stuck to mine in desperation. “I-I can do it on m-my own.” His mouth shuttered on his words as my eyes trailed down his naked chest. His nipples were hard even though they weren’t touched.

The further down I looked the more lustful I became. His free hand hovered over his obvious erection, making his entire position lewd.

He’s making me crazy.

“Does it hurt?” I smirked, keeping his head up to face mine.

“Yes.” Moskov pushed out, knowing the lie was ignored. However, i chose to humor him. My hands left him and grabbed the report beside me.

Moskov stood up quickly and tried to walk away as best as he could. It was amusing.

However, what wasn’t amusing was the complete avoidance I received after. Two days past of Moskov avoiding being alone with me.

The ticks from the clock above filled the silence between us. I was back in my bed, head in my pillows as my hands loomed documents over me. My eyes trailed the lettering, lips parting to mumble the words I read. His presence was mute to me. After hours of avoiding all I could do was wait for him to come to me.

Horns still protruded from his head; poking from thick black locks. From what it seems, his fangs have dulled as well. Right now his hair was down, shrouding his shoulders and upper back. Lush, his lips were raw and irritated from all the anxious bites he left.

Moskov may be unreadable to many but his tells make it hard for him to hide from me. Nervous bites, stiffer posture. Even now he stood a few feet to my side; tearing flesh from the lips I adored.

My fingers gripped tighter on the docs when feeling heavy eyes trace around my body. They lingered on my waist then my naked arms. The gaze made me impatient to start a conversation but I knew I needed to wait.

I hate waiting.

A candle burned in the room, wax dripping to the metal dish the held it. Painstakingly did the wax travel. The liquid piling up in the center of the candle. With each drop the liquid threatened to overflow, burning whatever crosses its path.

Seconds, one by one, did everything threaten to break until finally he spoke.

“What are you doing?” I held down my relief from the question. Trying to keep myself from sounding too knowing, I responded. “Reading some documents Aamon sent me.”

My words lingered in the air with no regard. Eyes still tracing the words on the page as my bed rocked with added weight. He laid beside me, moving his hands on my waist to pull me closer to his body. His palm rested on my cheek before pulling my attention to him. Our eyes locked, gazes filled with simmering lust. While my lust was complimented by curiousity, his was accompanied by need.

Fingers dug into my hazel locks while lips inched closer to mine. “Put those down.” Moskov murmered with heavy eyes and minty breath. The raven groaned when feeling his lips on my own, his heat melting into me.

The velvet sheets beneath me shuffled with his movements as he brought me closer. His chest pressed on top of mine as he loomed above me. A hand tugged at my hair lightly as his other hand rubbed down my hip. His hair blanketed his back while his legs settled in between my own.

When the kiss broke, I watched as the raven eagerly took off his shirt. “Seems like the avoidance effected you more than me.” I uttered, tracing my finger down the brute’s abs. His chiseled body never ceases to amaze me.

Ink painted his chest, making the flesh seem more lascivious. Its warmth graced the chill of my finger tips until I reached the happy trail by the waist of his pants.

Moskov’s eyes never left me, teeth digging into his lips from the small bits of affection. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My brow rose from the words as he leaned in once more.

Both his hands cupped my face. One trailing down my neck while the other kept my face steady. My annoyance was sucked out of me. His tongue dominating my own and his warmth flooded into me.

Even with my irritation gone from his taste, my curiosity lingered. One of my hands cupped his cheek while the other trailed through his thick hair. When the tip of my finger graced one of his horns I felt the raven crack.

Fingers gripped me tighter as the raven groaned into my lips. Like before, his body didn’t show pain but an inching need.

Again I touched the horns, feeling Moskov shiver against my body before breaking the kiss entirely. “Stop… doing that.” He panted, his cheeks reddening.

My eyes flickered to his, amused to see the lewd expression on my lover’s face. Lips picked at and reddened, his eyes were fogged with lust. All of it was almost pornographic.

“You can’t tell me to stop when you make that face, Moskov.” My words made him swallow hard as my touch wrapped around one of his horns.

I watched as Moskov’s eyes zoned out, moving back before squeezing shut to resist. The hands that were once on my face now clawed at my chest, almost begging to be closer.

“So this is why you won’t let me touch you here. Does it feel too good Moskov?” The smirk on my face went unnoticed as the raven whimpered. My hand slid up and down his horn, pumping it as nails dug into my flesh.

“It… doesn’t.” The raven pushed out as drool threatened to escape his lips. He tried to move, try to get himself in a less vulnerable position.

As his leg picked up, I waited before flicking the horn. The impact made a broken cry escape Moskov’s lips. Both his legs trapped my thigh, his naked torso heaving as his body hunched above mine.

Forehead on mine, my eyes fixated on the erotic expressions of my lover. The curves of his muscles, the desperate breaths. All of it was intoxicating.

“It doesn’t? Then why are you hard against me?” Another flick to his horn had the man buckling his hips against my thigh. His head fell from mine to my shoulder.

“I-I’m not.” Hot breaths fanned my neck as lips quivered around the flesh. I held down my own shudder from the warmth as I tried to keep my own anxiety at bay. This was the first time I’ve seen Moskov in such a humiliating state.

I pushed my thigh against his erection, adding more pressure when seeing his body react so positively. Rutting his hips against my thigh eagerly. His thrusts pushing his pants lower. “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I whispered against his temple.

All of this was new to him. The sensitivity, the position. Though I do love hearing the wet moans every time I applied any pressure to his body. His arms were tense, shoulders stiff as his temple pressed into my shoulder.

“D-Do you… are you ok w-with this?” My eyes widened from the question before I realized how vulnerable he was being. Moskov isn’t the type to be emotional. He has began to open up more but this is a different form of our typical intimacy. It involves him submitting.

“Are you comfortable with it?” My palm pressed against his cheek, nudging him to look into my eyes. When the raven picked up his head I tried my hardest not to tease him further. Blush coating his cheeks and slight drool dripping from the pure bliss my touch gave him. All of it was erotic.

He nodded his head after hesitating. “Are you into this?” His words were low, almost unconfident.

I grasped one of his hands from the question and pressed it against the erection in my pants. Moskov watched my body twitch slightly from his touch. Air flowed through my lips as pleasure consumed my mind for an instance. “You know what to say if you want to stop, right?”

Moskov nodded.

Rough hands pulled me in again. Bringing me into a desperate kiss. His tongue surrendered to mine when feeling my hand rub his horns. My thigh met the thrusts of his hips, until I stopped. He broke the kiss to breathe, pushing his face into my neck to kiss my skin.

“So needy. I’ve barely touched you.” Moskov choked from my words, feeling my knee grind against his dripping cock. The tip pushed past the waistband, leaking onto the fabric of my pants.

“Keep going.” I demanded, watching as his hips began to move. His cock was pushed between his abdomen and my thigh, sliding back and forth from the percum oozing from the tip.

Every few thrusts I would flick his horns. He flinched as a moan broke through his irritated lips. Curses left the raven as his hips gained rhythm. They pressed against my thigh, begging for more until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Cries left Moskov as his cum drenched my pants. He kept rutting against me, riding out his organsm as embarrassment devoured his nerves. The stain of his cum grew on my thigh from his drooling tip.

Even after his hips settled, his hands pulled me close. His lips found mine as his hips continued to move, his cock sliding against his own cum. He was desperate and pent up.

“Listen to me.” I breathed, leaving our kiss and pushing myself up. Moskov waited patiently, watching me move until I stood behind him, completely naked.

“Gus-“ heavy breaths left the raven’s lips. “What are you- ngh…” Moskov’s head fell forward into the sheets. He was on his knees, pants down, while his arms struggled to hold himself up.

Sticky liquid squirted into my hand, it oozed from down to my fingers. As I put the lub to the side, I couldn’t help but stare at the lewd position I put Moskov in. His legs were apart, pants binding him as his ass hung in the air. His body arched with his fingers gripping the sheets.

“Naughty.” I cooed, licking my lips before gently pushing one of my fingers inside of him. I watched as his hips buckled slightly, hissing at the discomfort before feeling my chest press against his back. “Relax, I’m going to make you go crazy.”

My words left the man dazed as I slowly pulled the finger out, leaving the tip in. One of my hands wrapped around Moskov’s neck, easing his head up before placing my lips on the horns.

It was only a innocent peck, yet I could feel him tighten from the contact. Moskov’s eyes squeezed shut as a whimper left his lips. I pushed my finger back , pressing my tongue against his horns to see his reaction.

“St-op Gusion. It-it’s too dir-ty.” Filthy the way those words rolled off his tongue. The way his hips pushed back into my finger as he said them. “You like being dirty. I can tell from how hard you’re squeezing me.” I groaned before pushing myself back in.

His hips rutted against me, his cock still dripping onto the sheets. When he started picking up speed I added another finger.

Whimpers and groans flooded the room whenever I’d spread my fingers or rub against a certain spot inside him. Each time he’d seem more desperate. By the time I added a third finger, he was recked.

Drool escaped his lip, his eyes heavy and dazed from pleasure. “You look like you’re close, Moskov.” I purred, slowly pulling my fingers out.

Moskov whined at the emptiness he felt before stiffening at my tip pressing against his hole. “Gusion.” Moskov called out breathlessly. My lips kissed down his back as I slowly pushed myself inside him.

“W-Wait-“ The raven cried, stuffing his head into the mattress as I entered him.

“You can feel me right here, Mos.” I cooed in his ear, my palm pressing on his abdomen. “Should I pull out? You said you want me to wait.” My tongue lolled out of my mouth to lick up one of his horns.

The way his insides squeezed around me almost made me cum right there. It was hot, the warmth spreading across my body in need. The need to be inside of him completely.

Broken words left Moskov’s lips. He babbles in pleasure, body dripping in ecstasy as I began to thrust inside him. My hands teased all over his scortching body. From his horns to his cock. My touch edged him.

I pumped his cock to the rythem of my thrusts, my mouth sucking his horns. My entire body weight laid on the raven. I knew he could handle it.

My other hand held his neck, squeezing softly before thrusting my tip inside of him. His insides tightened around me, pushing me through my orgasm as cum drenched our sheets once again.

As my hips rutted against him, addicted to the pleasure burning my body as I filled him, Moskov did the same. I picked myself up, pulling out and watching as my cum dripped from his hole.

It oozed down his thighs as his back flexed. His head was stuffed into our sheets, drool running down his face while sweat stuck to his chest.

My index finger wiped some of the cum dripping from his hole. The sight of my man fucked out beneath me only stirred me further. “Looks like I need to fill you up again.”

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Eager to Please

Note: It’s been a while since :p. I wrote half of this a while ago and decided to finish. Dm me for commission!

Warning: Oral Fem R, attention, Mystogan being hot? Idk. Groping and kissing

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He sure is eager to please. That was your only thought when feeling his blue locks pressed against your neck. His cheeks snuggled against your breasts, nuzzling like a cat in heat.

“What else can I do for you, my love?” Voice soothing and angelic, it’s hard to say anything when entranced by such a sound. He’s making this so hard. “Mystogan… you know you don’t have to do this. I know what you do is sudden and not planned. You don’t have to make it up to me every time.” It was in vain.

He always did this.

Whenever he’d come to visit me after his trips he would be apologetic when cutting them short. It could be abrupt, the sudden urge to leave and fulfill his personal duty of keeping the dimensions separate. Earth and Edolas.

I’ve heard a few stories about the parallel dimension and all its amazing features. It truly sounds like a beautiful place. I wish he’d tell me more about his time there. “Please, let me make it up to you.” Myst pleaded, picking his head up between my breasts. Eyes, soft yet determined. One thing about the former prince is that he can be quite stubborn.

“Myst I-“

“Let me please your body.” He interrupted, closing his eyes as he pressed a kiss on one of my breasts. The supple skin of his lips felt lovely, as if his affections could burn the stress off my flesh.

A pleasing sigh left me as I arched to his touch. He always knows how to work me up. I swear it’s his secret technique. “Is that a yes?” The man asked, lightly pulling his gloves off with his teeth waiting for my answer. My body was laid flat against our bed and comfortable pillows. I was relaxed and yearning. Slowly, my eyes drifted from his messy blue hair to the mark on his face. The print always interested me. It made him unique. After his gloves were discarded, he worked on his shirt.

Exposed flesh and husky muscles traced down his torso. His arms flexed slightly as he pulled the fabric off his body. It confined him, hid all of him, making him only for your viewing pleasure. Faded scars marked his flesh, memories of his previous battles and hardships.

Calloused hands fondled your skin gently. To him your body was a mosaic of elegance and desire. The Venus that holds all of his admiration. A shallow breath left your lips as one of his hands took your own. His fingertips guided your hand to his head, letting your fingers spread against his locks. They tangled within the soft hair as his lips met your own.

Sweet, the kiss showed his yearning. From the slight movements of his tongue to the palm cupping your cheek to bring you closer. You guided his head subconsciously, allowing him to access more of you.

Hot breaths greeted the cold air as Mystogan began to back away. His hand stayed on your cheek, looking into your eyes to admire you. For him, seeing the pleasure glow on your body only made him want more. Slightly flushed skin and rushed breaths made his other hand cup your cheek to bring you in again.

This kiss was messy, a testament to his hunger for you. His thumb brushed your skin as you felt the smirk grow on his lips. Chest to chest, legs around his waist. Nothing could be hidden from him as he devoured you.

Your hand hovered the waistband of his pants, dazed in both pleasure and warmth. When your fingertips touched the fabric he pulled back. Both of you heaved as half lidded eyes trailed down your body. A smile bloomed on his pale lips. It was ditzy, drunk off your touch.

“Can I keep going?” Before the ‘yes’ was fully off your tongue, his lips found your breasts. Hands played with the helm of your top, pushing up with each kiss he gave.

Carefully, he took the fabric off of you. One of his palms cupped your boob, fingers slightly tightening around the skin. His tongue laid flat on the other. Flicking your swollen nipple as his eyes laid on yours.

Every exhale, every freeze of your body stirred Mystogan to keep going. He wanted you melting against him. Your body relaxed on the bed, shaking with each flick of his tongue.

“My love, you are stunning.” He breathed as his mouth hovered over your attentive skin. His fingers hooked in the waistband of your short shorts, pulling the clothing off.

“Relax, let me show you.” His voice tranced you, watching as his cheek nuzzled your thigh. His hands went under your legs, positioning his head between them.

Kisses, gentle and slow traveled up your thighs. Lustful eyes would stare back at you ever so often. Wanting to understand every detail of your pleasure.

Out of instinct, your body pressed closer to him when feeling his lips grace your folds. They kissed the sensitive skin before sucking slowly. He drank your juices, savoring your sweet taste.

Heat flushed your body when feeling the faint vibrations of his moans. Your eyes squeezed shut out of pleasure, unable to stop your hips from pressing closer until his hands restricted you. They brought your hips as close as possible. Holding them against his face as his tongue entered inside of you.

His tongue brushed your insides as his hands squeezed you tightly. Both his moans and your own mixed with the wet noises filling the air.

His hands began to move, rocking your hips on his face so his nose would bump your clit. Your scent consumed him, your juices leaking from his chin as your eyes rolled back. His did as well, the pleasure of hearing your moans and being suffocated by your warmth made his erection poke from his pants.

When you came on his tongue, he took his time with your messy cunt as his own orgasm washed over him. Completely untouched, his dick throbbed in confined fabric. His pants stained with his obsession with you.

As the grip you had on his head grew weak, his kisses trailed back up. Marking your thighs, tummy and breasts. The last thing you could remember was the taste of yourself on his lips as he cupped your face.

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Taught You

Notes: More Natan x Aamon content or no?

Warning: Talking him through it, Hand Job, Natan top, Aamon whimpering, sub/dom kinda?

Taught you:

“If you keep going like this, you’re not going to last,” Natan warned, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The time traveler was soft even when teasing. All he could do was stare as he caressed the cheek of his lover.

It’s been too long.

He watched Aamon’s back slack against the headboard, his face flushed in lust. Ash blue eyes were heavy in pleasure as his teeth dug into his lip in frustration. He was trying to listen, and to Natan it was the cutest thing.

Natan’s hand cupped Aamon’s chin, pulling him closer in order to plant a swift kiss on his lips. The prince wanted more but knew better than to ask for it.

Right now, his hand pumped his cock lazily. His royal wear was down to his ankles. It took too much time to take them off, time he didn’t want to waste. Natan has been gone for months, and now that he’s back, there’s a lot of tension to release.

“I’m t-trying.” Aamon slurred, his free hand scrunching the royal blue sheets beneath him. His mind was fuzzy with pleasure, barely able to hang on to the one thing that makes him insane.

Aamon Paxley, a man known for being a prodigy in magic, can only be brought to his knees by one person. A person known for being as pristine as him. Little did the public know, the prodigy is struggling not to hump his hand because of one of the most knowledgeable people in the world.

“You’re not doing it how I taught you.” Natan sighed, his hand laying on top of Aamon’s. His fingers wrapped around his lover, guiding his hand to make nice and slow thrusts. “Keep like that.” Natan cooed, his other hand rubbing up and down his lover’s side.

Toned abs and legs were drenched in sweat, too untouched for Aamon’s liking. “F-Fuck, please, I need more.” The prince whimpered, his voice raw with passion.

His head tilted up further, eyes pressing shut as Natan’s hand squeezed harder around his. The time traveler hummed as he closed the distance between. “Naughty words for such a prince. What will I ever do about that tongue of yours?”

Natan looked into his lover’s eyes like a claimed temptation. His lips parted, pressing into Aamon’s before devouring him. Natan’s eyes squeezed, sucking on the prince’s tongue as he groaned into his mouth. The kiss was unfitting for a royal. So was the cock throbbing between them.

When parted, Natan’s eyes slowly blinked open. Drool peaked past Aamon’s lips, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “I c-can’t do this anymore.”  The prince cried, his cold exterior decimated by his heat.

“Then come over here.” Natan gestured, sitting back as his hands left Aamon’s body. He sat against the headboard by Aamon’s side before he got up to sit on his lover’s lap.

He always found this part humiliating. Being taught how to please himself the way Natan wants him to. In actuality, Aamon likes this portion. He likes being bossed around for a change.

With his back slacked against Natan’s clothed chest, the prince let out a wet moan when familiar hands touched his cock. Nimble fingers traced the veins of his erection, lightly touching the sensitive skin. They wrapped around him as the time traveler’s other hand pressed against his lower stomach. “You should feel it here,” Natan whispered into his lover’s ear.

Soft lips caressed the shell of Aamon’s ear. The prince’s teeth bit down when feeling the sensation of his touch. Slow and teasing, the hand went up and down. “I know… Natan I know…”

Heat consumed the pair; wet noises and constant moans flooded the room. They echoed in the royal chambers. It was filthy and defiant, something Aamon’s younger self would pass out hearing. He’s grown and changed.

Now he finds himself brought to his knees by the man who taught him magic in his early 20s. A man known for being as powerful as he is knowledgeable.

“If you know, then you can take more.” Lustful words made redder add to the prince’s face.

Nimble fingers twisted and pinched Aamon’s nipples. They teased his skin, adding more heat to his body. “Breathe.” Soft lips spoke before trailing their way down pure flesh. They attacked his neck and marked whatever they could find.

“I can’t take it anymore.” Aamon whined as his eyes squeezed shut.

Raw moans flooded his lips as he tainted Natan’s hands. Rough touches teased his tip, pushing down and smearing the cum oozing from his throbbing cock.

His hand rose up, from the base to the tip as it throbbed in his hand. “There you go.” Natan eased, his hand pushing back down. He helped him through his orgasm, watching with a smirk on his lips.

When Aamon’s breathing settled, the tension shifted. The prince moved, naked and still hot, he turned to face Natan. “What’s with that look?” The lover asked, his hands to his lips as he slowly sucked the cum from his fingers. Aamon watched carefully, seeing his sinful hands be cleaned in a amatory manner.

“It’s your fault for keeping me waiting.” Aamon’s hands trailed Natan’s body, taking off his pants.

“You taught me how to be dirty Natan. Let me show you.”

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Deep In Your Eyes

Notes: I saw Granger and Aamon fanart... and now I have ideas

Warnings: Blow job, Gusion being a brat/Dom because I always make him a sub, whimpering, teasing,

Gusion pov:

Is it my imagination? Maybe that’s why it seems like he’s begging me to stay. The Incarnate of Doom, Moskov. The Abyss creature that’s taken my adoring in captivity.

My chest pushed into his back, craving his heated skin under his tight outfit. To say these thoughts haven’t crossed my mind before would be a lie, however I never thought they’d come into fruition.

Was it his volition to get me like this? Stirred up with desire, my tongue eager behind my tainted lips. Lips I wish to use to tease and break the strong man. Our encounter started as a common goal, a need to infiltrate the Abyss, but now everything is different.

The wood of the inn creaked when I put more pressure onto my right foot, leaning closer to the raven. His back was arched, a feeble attempt to pull away from me as he spoke. “Your patience needs discipline, assassin.”

“This is me being patient.” My words were low, caressing the shell of his ear.

“Do you hate this?” I asked, my hand sliding down slightly. I could feel the dents of his arms, the rhythm of his breaths. So many small details I craved for.

His hair was half up, the long locks getting in the way of his face since his mask was off. On his face was a thick scar running over his nose. Less prominent marks were hidden between his clothing. Not that his clothes hid much from how tight they were. If I want to, I can see most parts of his body.

It haunts me.

“You’re too straightforward,” Moskov responded, one of his hands on the bookshelf to our side. Knuckles bent as his nails dug into the wood. A desperate need to release the tension building up.

My hand was on his lower stomach, resisting the small push of his breath. One by one, they came. Each time heavier than the last. “I don’t want to hide it.” I began, my free hand squeezing the brute’s husky arm. “You can always stop me.”

Wet pants left Moskov, his eyes heavy from temptation. Oxygen got caught in his throat as my palm pressed his body back. His hips pushed into mine as a response. “You’re pathetic.” He hissed, his head falling forward when he felt my lips suck his neck.

Moonlight hit his skin in an erotic manner. It lured me in, bewitching me with its purity. Scars from his previous nightmares became soothed by my tongue.

Amatory, the way he choked on his own words as his ass pushed into my erection. As my hand slid down his arm, it squeezed tighter and tighter. His wrist was held in captivity by my desires, desires he could easily extinguish. I pulled his arm back between my chest and his back. Restraining him further as he pressed into me.

“I’m what? Can you repeat that, Mos?”  The nickname purred off my lips. Exposing our familiarity was humiliating to the brute. He wanted to deny, over and over. However, he wanted my affections more.

Throaty and raw, Moskov groaned feeling my naked palm over his clothed erection. “Y-you’re-“ his voice stopped. He couldn’t speak, not with the pressures of my hand teasing his cock. Not with my lips making their way lower down his neck.

He was restrained. Tied by his adoring of me.

“If you can’t talk I have another idea.” I began to release the raven, watching as his hand returned to the wall as a desperate attempt to stand up. But that didn’t matter right now.

I took my hands off of him for a moment, a mere second of vulnerability before grabbing the raven by his hips and pushing him into the bookshelf. A grunt came from him before burring his head into my shoulder. His teeth nipped at my neck, wanting more to taste and touch.

A knee pushed between my legs, pressing onto my groin as hands felt up my body. “Desperate… to touch me.” I whispered, struggling to push out the words between my breaths and dazed eyes.

“You started this.”

“You did, with your teases and your fake indifference.” My hand held his neck, the other hovering over his cheek.

“Seems like your tongue is working now.” I jested, my thumb pressing flat against his lips. They were full, aching from his nervous bites and broken skin. His anxious tendencies made him human, not a demon.

Itching to squeeze hard, my fingers were firm around his neck. Every swallow he made was granted by me, every beat of his heart radiated on my forearm.

 “Open.”

Hesitation made the raven move nervously as he obeyed. He was obedient. It could be from curiosity. Seeing how far I could control him before I let him devour me. Or, it could be from desperation. Our minds have been elsewhere for quite some time, even when infatuated with one another, we still had prior things to attend to.

“Good boy.” The sneaker on my lips made Moskov scoff. “Don’t st-start this, Gusion. Not if you can’t finish it.”

I let him get his words out before my fingers explored his mouth. My thumb on his tongue as my index brushed past the sharp tip of his tooth. They were human, dull fangs of a man who was deemed a monster.

My own gaze clashed with his vermillion perspective. Seeing those crimson eyes glow as they softened in a drunk manner. He was intoxicated, blush cluttering his cheeks at my touch.

Heat flushed me as I replaced my hands with my own mouth. Devouring Moskov as my hand held his neck, the other gripping his lush hair. Fingers clutched my waist, moving my erection back and forth on his thigh.

Our tongues expressed what our lips couldn’t. Naughty and heavy, our thoughts melted from the heat between us. They were replaced with instinct.

As my lips left him, he pulled me back. “Those eyes, they are demanding,” I utter, looking deep within his crimson glare. When mouthing the words, our lips brushed against one another.

I kept staring into those eyes, my hand leaving his neck to drift low. “Why aren’t you taking control? Scared of what might happen if you let loose?”

Moskov watched as I began to take off his shirt, eyes watching my tantalizing movements. He didn’t say a word as his clothes lay beneath his feet. His hands ran over my skin. Whenever he could, he’d steal kisses from me and mark my body.

I bent down to my knees, still fully clothed. A large hand lay on my head before my lips kissed his cock. Hard and throbbing, I rubbed it from the tip to his base.

Our eyes were locked onto each other even as my mouth opened. His cock ran against my tongue, pushing farther into my mouth with each bob of my head.

Moskov groaned from the heat of my mouth, his hand gripping my hair tighter. He tried his hardest not to let his desperation take over. I sucked in air, leaving and entering my nose.

My eyes fluttered open and closed, but even so, his eyes stayed on mine. They were flooded with intoxication and hunger. A hunger that a simple blow job wouldn’t fix.

His breathing began to pick up, a groan leaving him when I pulled him out of my mouth. My hand kept stroking him, watching as his knees struggled to keep their strength. ” I always knew you could be cute.”

The raven grit his teeth, “Put your mouth to work.” Raspy words broke off into moans the closer he got.

“Like this?” I purred, planting a small kiss on the side of his dick. An annoyed sigh pushed past his desperate lips, unable to deal with his arousal.

“N-no. St-stop teasing.”

I smirked, “How about here?” A moan left the raven when his tip pressed into my lips. His body twitched; his pleasure made him struggle to speak again.

His reaction was so needy I had to do it again. Over and over, I gave his tip sloppy kisses, pumping him faster until Moskov couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand pulled my hair as cum stained my face and chest. Pants left his lips as I stroked him through his orgasm. My thumb wiped some of his cum off my cheek, looking into Moskov’s eyes as I pressed it flat on my tongue.

I rose to my feet with a smirk on my face. “It must be humiliating. I’m fully clothed while you’re completely naked.” My hand caressed his cheek, my eyes looking down at his lips.

“Do you want more-.” Before I could finish, his lips found mine again. Rough hands squeezed me, bringing me in closer to quenching all his longing desires.

As always, the longing deep in his eyes burned bright. Something I’d never get tired of seeing.

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Be Good to Me

Notes: Ling this… Fred that… LOOK AT HIM?!

Warning: Police AU, Soft Dom Brody, praising, teasing, oral (f received), I love yearning men…

“Be good to me, officer. Won’t you?”

Rough, gloved hands yanked you closer to him. As your eyes squeezed shut, your lips curled into a smirk. Your teases were beginning to break that tough guy persona he polished over the years.

The way his dark skin and white hair glistened in the moonlight made you lick your lips as you looked up at him. “Is that a yes, Officer Brody?”

Nice and supple, his lips strained slightly. He adjusted his vision, pressing on his earpiece before muttering some coms.

“Cut it out. It’s time for your big show.”

You sighed at his words, rolling your shoulders as best you could with your hands cuffed behind your back.

You both were nearing the end of your mission. More so your mission, since you’re the one undercover. Brody is the lead Detective, acting as if he was bringing you in for imprisonment in order to keep your identity secret from the mafia family you infiltrated.

Before opening the doors, the officer leaned back and scratched his chin. “You don’t look roughed up enough.”

“Did you want to wrestle, detective? The gang treated me well. Almost sad to see them go.” you joked, giving a playful pout to compliment your words.

You took off your cuffs for a moment, letting your wrists relax.

Brody ignored you, looking around the room for something to make this seem more believable. You both were currently in the kitchen of the restaurant the cops busted into.

You watched as Brody walked away from you and tapped on one of the kitchen counters. His hand dragged against the marble, pushing the ceramic container of flower off.

White dust clouds filled your vision, making you cough as the man continued to search. “Is this necessary?”

“Yes. You know I’m thorough.” Brody grumbled, still focused on what else he could do. His eyes trailed back to your body, glancing up and down your outfit. You wore a tight dress, it fit your body well, providing an extra distraction to the mafia men and women.

His assessing stare made you cringe internally, you knew exactly what he was thinking. “No, Brody no. It’s new and it cost a fortune.” The officer stepped closer to you, his hand coming up to finger the lining of the dress. “I can tell. I can buy you a new one, as many as you want.”

Batting your lashes, you looked up at him. His fingertips were warm against your skin, breath hinting at his favorite tea. How the officer preferred tea over coffee was always mind boggling. He would have them with his donuts or lunch.

Dark eyes peered through his visor as he greeted your gaze. His golden earrings moved slightly with his movements as your hand came up to caress his cheek. Only your freshly done nails made contact, tapping against his chiseled jaw with a smirk. “Is this you saying you’ll finally go shopping with me?”

“I went with you last time.”

“That was before I went undercover and was strictly to buy outfits for the mission.”

Brody’s lips strained as he scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, we can go whenever you’d like.” His tone was apologetic, displaying more emotion than he usually did.

At the station, Brody is known for his stoic persona, yet his words and tone carry slight hints of his emotions. In your eyes, he was easy to read. He felt bad for having to put you on such a dangerous mission. Though it was your job, it doesn’t make him worry any less.

To him, you were one of the few things he considered family.

“Take off this weekend. You work too much.” You demanded, hopping on the counter behind you. “Now, get to tearing.”

The officer nodded, taking the orders without any complaints. It was cute watching him try to be as gentle as possible. Brody wasn’t used to much physical contact. He keeps himself distant from others except you. He hasn’t had the opportunity to touch you in a while, making him a bit bashful.

Gloved hands rose your dress to your thigh before taking the fabric and tearing it. You watched, raising your brow at such a small tear. “Is that it?”

Brody looked up at you, making an awkward expression. “Well, now that you told me it’s expensive I’m more hesitant.”

“Brody.”

“I know, I know.” The officer waved off your lecture and continued to stretch the fabric.

Once there was a suitable tear, he held out his hand to help you down. “I do like the dress.” He commented, a rosey hue blossoming on his cheeks. Though, that didn’t stop his stare.

He admired you, gaze tasteful as you turned around for him to put back on the handcuffs. “Maybe I’ll let you pick out one of the ones your buying me.”

“I’m paying for them, shouldn’t I get to pick one?”

“You also tore the original.”

Brody raised his hands in the air as you turned to face him. He shrugged, “You got me there, Mamas.”

Cold metal dug into your wrists, making you roll your shoulders in discomfort. “Real names till after the mission.”

Brody walked behind you as you adjusted your wrists. You shook your hair, trying to make it seem like you struggled before being captured. “Yes, ma’am.” The officer whispered into your ear as his hand trapped both your wrists.

You rolled your eyes, the faint smile on your lips evaporating once you stepped foot outside.

Everything went as planned. Every target was captured and now Brody was finishing up his report. You already finished all your paper work and questioning.

Bits of snow tangles in your hair as you waited outside. The chill winds of night made you shiver slightly as you stuck your hands in an old hoodie. You left it in your locker for emergencies and was the only protection you had against the cold.

Tucking your chin further into the neckline of the hoodie, you sighed. The air came out as a cloud, lips chapped from the chilly weather.

It sucks this dress is ruined, you thought. It was so nice, the perfect dress for your figure.

Street lamps highlighted your skin. Snow a carpet to your uncomfortable heels. However, all that faded once he came into your sights. “Took you long enough.”

Brody let out a small scoff, “You know how the captain can be. That hoodie isn’t enough.” The officer commented before taking off one of his layers to place on your shoulders. His jacket covered you, adding a bit more warmth to your freezing frame.

“Thank you. Can I keep this one too?” You asked playfully.

Brody’s seemed too distracted to answer your question. He looked down at you, eyes fogged with thoughts before your cold hand touched his cheek. “I’m ok.” You assured, bringing the officer in for a quick kiss.

The jacket you have on was one of Brody’s old hoodies from the academy. It doesn’t fit him anymore since he’s grown a lot more muscular since then, so he gave it to you. It was one of the first times you realized that the stoic man had feelings for you.

Your hand dropped down, grasping his as you both walked to his apartment. His was closer, and no doubt warmer then outside.

The officer lagged a bit behind you, staring at you with a soft grin. “Something on your mind?” You asked, shifting your gaze slightly.

Brody’s eyes brightened, “I missed you is all.”

You giggled at the response, pressing your body closer to the cop’s. “I missed you too, Brody.”

It was out of the ordinary. How much emotion he was showing today. However, it has been months being apart from one another. Not to mention the stress of the mission.

When you both got inside his apartment, you started taking off your coat. You both were in the small hallway leading to the living room. The door was deep brown, a few paint chips laying about.

When you began to bend down to fix your heels, Brody stopped you. “Let me help you.”

You pulled your hands back, straightening up as the officer went on his knee. Your eyes settled on the officer’s hands as they brought up the heel closer to him. As his one of his hands began to take off your heel, his other rubbed up and down your calf.

Warmth greeted your exposed leg as his cheek pressed against your leg. He looked up at you, dark eyes that fogged when hitting your own. “Let me be good to you.”

This line. He always said it, sometimes you joked and mocked him. Mainly because of how cheesy it sounded at first.

Your hand cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing up and down as he nuzzled closer. Domesticated by the tranquility you give him, Brody placed a kiss on your hand. His lips then roamed your legs, starting at your calf, working its way up.

“It has been a long time.” You breathed, back pressing against the wall behind you. His hand steadied your lower body as his kisses explored more of you.

His touch sparked heat across your frame. That heat dripped to your abdomen, your heart craving more from all the time that has past.

How long has it been since you were able to feel him? Feel him against your skin, cherishing every inch. His lips gently gracing your flesh then growing more aggressive the more your body melted against him.

Your hands in his hair as he went to your thighs, Brody spoke, “Can I?” The officer’s face was bashful, his eyes contracted to your own as teeth nipped at his lip.

“Are you asking for permission to please me, Brody?”

Your words were met with his cheek nuzzling you again, “Of course.”

The smile on your lips melted the officer. “You have my permission.”

Those words were all he needed to continue his trail upwards. Sucking and marking the flesh of your thighs. He alternated between both, slowly.

You lifted your dress now that the rip provided more space, allowing his head to travel further. His hands groped your thighs, massaging the stress from the mission out of your body. When his lips pressed against your clothed clit, a sigh left your lips.

“More.” The word left your lips in a faint breath. The plea didn’t go unheard as you felt the officer’s wet tongue press flat against your panties. His lips enclosed around your clit, sucking the bud through the fabric.

To Brody, everything was put to memory. How you smelled, how your thighs shook slightly from such light touches. How you taste. Your taste spoiled him, making him crave more of you like a shameless addiction.

“Spread your legs for me.” Brody demanded, words muffled by his head between your legs. Brody’s hands squeezed your thighs, a warning to his greed.

You complied, earning an immediate response. “Thank you. You’re doing good.”

Your head fell back from his words and warm lips as they confined to suck your clit. He switched his attention, moving his tongue in circles. He’d switch direction and pace, keeping your heart beating fast as your toes curled.

Brody did this until your own arousal dripped down your thighs. The officer left your dress, looking up at you as you breathed heavily. Hot breaths left your lips, blush coating your cheeks.

“Turn around.” Brody commanded again, his hands rubbing your calf’s as your lungs craved oxygen. Even through all his demands, he still was like Velcro on your skin. Taking every moment to push into you or lay kisses on your body.

Your hands gripped the wall as your back arched slightly. Your back faces him as his hands guided your hips closer. A small smack hit one of your cheeks, making you exhale sharply.

“I could stare at you like this all day.” The officer smirked, pushing up your dress to bunch at your hips. He stared with lust, eyes targeted the wet panties showing the outline of your cunt.

A gentle kiss on your pussy, making your body shiver. Brody began to pull down your panties, watching the wet fabric reveal your drooling cunt. “You like this, huh?” He teased, both hands grabbing your ass once your panties fell to your ankles.

Rough hands pressed into the fat of your ass, pulling the cheeks slightly as his tongue attacked your cunt. Sticky and messy, Brody ate you out. He suckes on your clit before pushing his tongue inside you.

Nails against the wall, you held on as hard as you can. Strength was sapped away from your fingertips the more he pleasured you. Heat built up in your body as your longing amplified your pleasure.

Another smack to your ass made a whimper leave your lips. Your cunt drooled on his tongue, dripping past his lips and down his chin. The officer took his time devouring you, showing you how much he missed this.

Cold air whispered through the vents, the city lights setting the mood. His apartment was comforting and familiar, just like him. Whenever you went away, you couldn’t help but think about home. His home.

“I miss how you taste.” Brody groaned, groping your body. His warmth was addictive, you couldn’t help but arch into it as he pushed his tongue inside of you.

Wet and hot, his tongue pushed deep inside you. His hands went up to your hips, making you start rocking back and forth agaisnt his face. It was hard, all you could think about was how good you felt. How good he felt inside of you.

A smack to your ass has you arching further. It was as if your body ached for him. Yearned for more of his affection and comfort.

A curse left your lips as the pleasure became overwhelming. Shaky legs and a rapid heart. Your body was beginning to give out.

“Fuck, Brody.” You cried, nails scraping against the wall.

His voice lustful yet cheeky, the officer spoke. “You’re doing great. Cum for me.”

His words made your hips pick up speed as your breathing quickened. His tongue hit your g-spot over and over as you clenched around his tongue. Your chest bounced, falling out of your dress as cries of pleasures fell from you.

One final moan left your lips before your body gave out. You slowly slid down the wall, as you fell on your knees. The officer helped you, leading you down gently before cleaning up the mess you made.

His tongue slowly lapped your lower lips. The officer trailed your thighs, not letting an ounce of your taste go to waste.

When he was done, you were on your knees quivering. Your back was arched as your cheek was pressed against the floor. The bouncing made your boobs go free, leaving your chest exposed as your bunched up dress left your pussy for Brody’s viewing pleasure.

To top it off, your wet panties we’re still around your ankles.

The officer smirked upon seeing your fucked out expression. “It’s been too long. Let me be good to you again.”

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Stained Sheets

Notes: This is just a small thought I had.

Warnings: Masturbation, needy Calcharo, pantie sniffer, made a mess on her bed.

Man you’re pathetic.

Calcharo can hear your voice as his body twitched with each one of his slow thrusts. He kept them slow in order to punish himself. It’s what he deserves for being so dirty.

His free hand shook, pressing your used panties to his nose to take in another breath. They smelled like you. Your cunt.

It’s been too long since he was able to touch you, to devour you. Meanwhile, you’d think he was disgusting for his actions.

He was embarrassed, cheeks beet red and hot as his sweat dripped down his neck. Calcharo pushed his hand up, squeezing his cock until his tip. “Harder…” He whispers, phantom words of desperation.

Twitching, his cock drooled down his hand as he continued to stroke. His thumb smeared against his tip as his teeth dug into his lip.

The exile teased his tip, his thighs squeezing together as he took another breath into your panties.

The man shifted on your bed. He was supposed to be waiting for you to come back from the store but he couldn’t take it anymore. Everything smells like you, everything feels like you. He saw your panties on the floor from last night and his body took over.

The smell of your sex overwhelmed him. Calcharo’s tongue poked past his lips, tasting the fabric as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. The man shifted on the bed, putting himself on his hands and knees as he continued stroking his cock.

His head was stuffed into your mattress. His nose pressed into your dirty panties as he continued to pump his cock. Thighs twitching, the exile struggled not to keep his thrusts slow.

“Fuck, punish me.” The man whispered, hoping you’d catch him in such an embarrassing position. His ass in the air, legs wide open. His thighs twitched pathetically as drool left his lips.

Precum dripped down his cock as his hand moved faster.

Would you spank him?

How hard?

Calcharo took a deep breath, taking in your scent one last time before making a mess on your bed. Cum tainted his hands, dripping on his stomach and your sheets as he kept pumping his cock.

He stayed this way. Stroking himself as he moaned for your return. Your panties between his lips as the exile whimpered softly.

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Let’s be Friends 1/4

Notes: I made a mini series since I’m OBSESSED.

Warnings: Academic rivalry. No smut till chap 4.

Friends?

Shaky hands and sweaty palms held out the box of chocolates towards me. I stared at it, a bit perplexed by the action and irritated by the statement prior.

“Y-Yes! I thought you could give this to him because you two are friends…” The woman claimed shyly. Her face was pointed down, her body bowing to me as she held out the expensive chocolates.

We are not friends.

My hand grabbed the box with care, unwilling to ruin my school image just because of this girl’s ignorance. With a smile plastered on my lips, I spoke. “We aren’t that close, but I will pass these along to him.”

A lie.

The way her face lit up made me want to vomit. Why does she seek that pompous clown? Why does her face light up at the mere mention of him? Meanwhile, when I think of him all I can feel is this burning sensation cluttering my cheeks.

I hate him.

The person the woman was referencing was none other than Moskov. Sadly, the man was the textbook definition of tall, dark, and bruting. His skin a pure ebony, burned my eyes with its radiance, while his long, lush hair seemed almost too soft.

Everything about the man seemed too good to be true… and it was. Not only do I have to deal with his eyes following me no matter where I go, but the stupid smirk that bestows those plump lips. Whether I’m answering a question or simply glancing around the room. If our eyes make contact, he smirks at my utter disgust.

It was baffling that anyone would consider a friendship between the two of us. “Absolutely absurd.” I murmured, now in the company of my older brother. We were eating lunch in one of the dining areas of the university.

Guin, a childhood friend of mine, picked up her head. Her curls bounced with her movements, “What are you talking about, Gus?”

“Something retaining to the only man ever on his mind. Mr and Mr number one spot.” Aamon scoffed playfully. I elbowed him in the side, watching as he blocked it with minimal movement. He knows what he’s doing, pushing my buttons to piss me off more.

The nickname ‘Mr and Mr number one spot’ is from our ranking out of our class. Currently, we both are tied for first, which I didn’t know was possible.

At first, it could be deemed a fluke. We happen to get the same grades in our classes as a freshmen in college. However… it’s now been three years and we still are tied. Not one of us have moved from the spot and it irritates me to my very core.

He clings onto me like a needy cat in heat. Everything about him irks me. “You know I hate that nickname. Also, I’m in a bad mood because some girl mistakened us as friends-“

“Instead of the married couple you are?” Guin joked, high fiving Aamon from my misery.

I paused for a moment, my face painting disgust as the two let out some more chuckles. “She mistakened us for friends and gave me a gift to give to him.” My words were supported by the box of chocolates in my hand.

Aamon grabbed the box with care and began inspecting them. “These are expensive. I’ve heard the brand is good.” He commented, passing them over to Guin. The woman nodded in agreement before taking her nail and attempting to open them. ”What are you doing?” I panicked, reaching for the box in her hands.

Guin made a small noise of surprise before handing me the box. She slouched forward, elbows on the table as her face rested in her hands. Freshly done nails tapped at her cheeks as she spoke, “Don’t tell me you’re actually going to give them to him.”

The hesitant response from me made Aamon give a cheeky grin, “You are, aren’t you? That’s a bit unexpected. Giving your ‘ arch enemy’ chocolate near Valentine’s Day. Seems a bit forward for ‘hating’ him for three years.”

“You mean yearning for him?” Guin corrected, both laughing again.

I need a new brother and best friend.

Getting up from my chair, I rolled my eyes. “I’m not cruel enough to withhold someone‘s confession. I’ll give them to him my next class, which starts soon.”

Aamon shrugged before Guin leaned over to him. She whispered something I couldn’t hear but I knew it was another joke from the way Aamon’s smile grew.

I finally left the two as they laughed again. Their jokes were getting old. It’s been years and I still don’t understand why I’m being teased. He irks me, bugs me to my very core.

What makes everything worse is that I can’t avoid him. We both are studying the same major and following the same degree plan.

I kept walking till I found myself near the classroom. The lecture would begin in ten minutes so I had time. I usually arrive early to be prepared, that’s how I was raised so now it’s a habit I can’t break. Right outside the door is where he stood.

This might be my chance to give him the chocolate.

I approached him, trying to keep my nerves at bay as he looked me up and down. His face seemed perplexed since I don’t approach the man often if ever. His arms were crossed over his chest, hair down while his bangs framed his face. Lush, long, pretty hair that tucks into his hood when he’s sleeping. It seems to bother him whenever he tries to take a nap in class.

My thoughts made me speechless in front of the raven until he spoke, “Here for your annual sly comment?” Moskov looked down at me, his eyes glowing in curiousity.

Before I could speak, a voice cut our conversation short. “Moskov!” A male voice called out. I turned to see Leomord strolling over to us. He waved his hand, giddy for some reason.

I suppressed my snarl as I greeted the classmate. His arm wrapped around Moskov’s neck, pulling the man closer with a bright smile. The close proximity made something sink in my stomach. It’s weird, seeing Moskov let someone touch him in a familiar way.

They must be close.

I decided to take my leave after Leomord whispered something into the raven’s ear. While walking away, I snuck another look at the two. Moskov was rolling his eyes as he pushed our classmate away.

Maybe they aren’t close.

It doesn’t matter.

Sitting in my seat, I placed the box of chocolates on my desk by the side. I sat on the third row from the bottom, right by the enterance into the middle stairs. No one else sat this close to the teacher so I didn’t mind sitting by the stairs.

Taking out my laptop, I turned away to dig in my bag. When I picked my head back up, I was shocked to see the raven leaning over my desk. He was close. Too close.

Was personal space not something this idiot was taught?

“You wanted to get your comment in, right? Have at it Gusion.” There it was again, that stupid smirk. Painted a fare crimson, I watched his lips mouth my name.

“I just wanted to tell you- hey what are you doing?” I asked as the pompous brute grabbed the box of chocolates from my desk.

He rose them up to his eyes as he read the package, “These are my favorite.” He murmured.

My hand clutched his forearm firmly yet my grip lessened when the words registered. “You like them?” It was a bit shocking that someone so bitter would like sweets. His physical appearance doesn’t exactly scream sweets lover either.

The raven studied my face before an amused scoff left his lips, “These a gift to reconcile, Gusion?”

What.

The shock on my face did not aid me as the warmth of his fingers held my chin. “Or, don’t tell me you’re attracted to me.”

I was speechless. At first it was by the thought of even being at peace with this clown. But attraction?!

There are way too many things I hate about this man to even consider being physically attracted to him. Yet, not a single one of those reasons was entering my mind.

My mouth opened, but no words left me. His heat made my ears flush pink, a dead giveaway to my feelings. The warmth left me too quickly as Moskov walked away. People were starting to enter the room and he felt as if he had enough. He took the box of chocolates with him so I guess the main objective was complete.

But now… he thinks I’m attracted to him. I should’ve just let Guin eat the chocolates to save me from this misunderstanding.

How could I be attracted to him? He’s been competing for the air I breathe for three years. It doesn’t matter that he’s tall or fit. Or how pretty his hair is… or when he stretches after napping all class and his shirt raises with his happy trail peaking out-

Ok, so I’m attracted to him. Only physically…

I groaned outloud, rubbing my temple so hard sparks flew. Today was not the day to be having revelations.

Attempting, and failing, to focus on class had me burnt out. I could feel his crimson glare burning holes through my body. It didn’t help that my face felt hot still after the entire interaction.

To make matters worse, the teacher’s next words had me losing my will to live. “Partnered project.”

Two words I dread.

She was explaining the project yet it didn’t matter since the stares were already starting to pile up. I am tied first for being the smartest in the grade, being partnered with me is having a free A. Everyone knows it. We have had one previously and it ended with me having the highest grade… tied with the buffoon behind me of course.

Whatever, from what it seems the teacher is choosing. So I will deal with whatever comes-

“Yes, Moskov?” The professor spoke, making my spine twitch.

A noise caught in my throat as my head snapped to the raven behind me. No, no. Go to sleep. You’re always sleeping so why-

“I would like to request Gusion as my partner. Since the two of us are always competing anyways. It would be nice to have a change of… heart.” His words, twisted and teasing. The emphasis on the word heart was aided by the bite he took in the chocolate I gave- I mean delivered to him.

My eye was twitching. I was abashed by the audacity this man possessed.

Sadly, I knew the teacher wouldn’t refuse. To her it was just as Moskov said, a chance to relieve some tension. Plus it would make the other students have to try as opposed to be carried by me or the pompous clown.

For her, it was a win win. For him it was a chance to tease me to his heart’s content. I was the loser.

What could this man possibly want with me? We aren’t acquainted. We aren’t friends. We are rivals.

I hate him.

[goszixx]

Ashes Between Us

Notes: I have a couple things to post but I’m just lazy.

Warnings: mlm, one shot, assassins, enemies to lovers, yearning, slow burn with smut, anal, anal fingering, dom/sub, did it in a church…

Night fall blesses the sky as the broken ceiling gave me a window into the stars. Cold winds flowed in the air, with it carrying the scent of stale blood and smoke. The flare of the fire could be seen from here, though it would die down soon. All of it will be framed as an accident, leaving no suspicions for me or my client.

Things should always be this easy. However, my current partner made things difficult.

My boot kicked the crumbles of religion as the decaying church was set as our rendezvous point. A picture was in front of me, painted by colored stained glass and bits of dirt and muck. What it was, I couldn’t tell you. It seemed contrasting, the two main colors fighting being red and blue.

It’s sad when master pieces such as these are ruined. Mosaics broken by the dammed while conveying stories of the innocent. It’s as if a warning, a warning that I shouldn’t be here and neither should he.

“You’re late.” I uttered, feeling his intimidating persona behind me. I turned to the side, seeing the raven leaning with his spear lazily on his shoulder. His head was pointed down, the air playing with his raven locks.

Smoke caressed my nose, reminding me of the mission we just had and how it almost went wrong. “If you listened to me, this job wouldn’t have resulted in such a scene.”

Ashes coated the raven’s mission suit, some dust tangled in his hair. The skintight gray clothing wrapped around his torso and ended right above his chin. The ashes served as a symbol, a symbol to the flesh they just burned and the lives tainting their hands.

Yet, the raven ignored it, directing his cruel crimson gaze onto his fellow mercenary, me.

Moskov, named the Doomed Incarnate, is the only man that complimented my skill set. Which is why our client found it best to hire both of us for his job. However, when not in battle, there was always a sickening tension.

Quick glances, witty remarks. When our blades connect, so do our minds and what’s left of our hearts. Bloodied hands and sharp tongues block our hearts from most people in our lives. However, we struggle keeping them separate from each other.

Kept mostly covered, Moskov’s clothes were torn and damaged. There were cuts on both his chest and neck, exposing his dark skin and toned muscles.

His body gave away more when he’s fighting. The burning gaze his opponents receive is only a fraction of the torrid crimson he flares at me. With me he seemed cruel and cunning. His body hesitating more than his mind. Yet his body twists and turns in battle without any second thought. As if the act of killing has become instinctive.

“If I had listened to you, he might have gotten away. I don’t listen to people who flinch every time I touch them.” Moskov seethed as I approached him.

On my third step I stopped, “I do not flinch.”

“Tremble then. Whatever verb you need to use to make yourself feel better, Gusion.”

This is how it usually went. Bitter tastes on our tongues as our words replaced our weapons. Ever since I first became a mercenary, no one has tested me in such a way and lived. My job is the only reason why I’m in such proximity with this fool.

A hand grabbed my wrist, tearing me out of my thoughts as my eyes settled on the raven. “You’re bleeding.” He stated as if it was a regular observation.

Moskov peered into my eyes and spoke again. “You look like you want to impale me with your dagger.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” I responded, pulling my wrist away from the man. ” The cut is minor. You have some yourself, ya know.”

Moskov’s brow raised slightly, “You’re becoming less formal.”

“And? We have been with each other for years now, might as well embrace it.”

Fingers pressed against my chin, bringing my head up to meet those vermilion eyes. “In what other ways have you embraced it?”

The question was displayed in a daunting tone. As if hinted to elsewhere. The silence that happened after was only complimented by the slight hitch in my voice before I spoke. “What are you doing?”

My own gaze betrayed me, leaving his eyes to view other features of his face. His scar over his nose, his irritated lips from his biting. This isn’t the first time we’ve been in such a position, nor was it the last.

“Why do you do this? Light touches and tantalizing glares.” All of it drives me crazy. I wanted to add; but I feel it would only stir the mercenary further. Something I’m not yet prepared for.

His thumb brushed over my jaw, eyes tracing his own touches. “Because the way you look at me when I do is not something I ever want to forget.”

I clicked my tongue, annoyed by the heat gathering at my ears. My hand came up to hold his wrist. “This isn’t a game.”

Moskov was quick to retort, his eyes flickering back up to face mine. “I never said it was.”

Pain sparked on my wound, making my wrist sting as well as my shoulder. Unlike Moskov’s cuts, mine were deeper and harder to push aside. I pulled his wrist down, hoping he didn’t notice my moment of weakness before turning around.

Behind my own footsteps was his. I tried looking for a less cluttered area to sit before allowing my body to relax on the floor.

Moskov, however, didn’t sit. The man merely scanned my body, circling around me like a predator with its pray. After a few moments, he stopped in front of me as I exhaled sharply.

“Let me see.” He demanded in an emotionless tone.

I peered up, one of my eyes heavier than the other. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Then-“

“I just want an excuse to touch you.” His words silenced me for a moment, my lips opening from shock until realization set in. I scoffed at his lie, pushing my legs apart as I straightened up.

“You can lie to clients and people on our mission. You can even lie to yourself. But not now. Not with me, Moskov.” My words left my lips before I could fully think them through.

Moskov knelt beside me, his hands coming up to my body. Slowly and deliberately, he peeled away my clothing. His hands took off my coat with ease, putting himself closer to me. Then, he began to work on my shirt. It was skintight like his own, black and cumbersome to take off.

Blood-stained hands were tender and warm as they treated me. Gazing upon the gash on my shoulder. The blood bloomed like a crimson flower in pure snow, making its way to my collarbone. Moskov took the opportunity to lean closer, putting his breath by the strands of my hair.

“You feel so warm.”

“Stop.” I began, swallowing thick anticipation as I winced.

“I can’t.”

Chained by the heat on my flesh, I couldn’t push away. His hands barely touched my skin yet were able to blur the lines of professionalism and intimacy. His cruelty and trickery subsided, leaving him with yearning and lust.

My throat felt dry; it ached more than my wound as my heart rampaged in my chest. “Why do you make me feel this way? It’s always you.”

Moskov shifted, placing his forehead onto mine as he spoke. “Because it’s a need. A need I have as well.”

His words fed my delusions. Carefully, I leaned closer until our lips met. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was savored with the scent of ashes and anxiety. Salt and iron coating my tongue as I parted my lips. Built up tension and withheld confessions made me pull him closer as his hands responded to my lust. His hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer to demand more of me. He deepened the kiss, finally able to express how he felt with actions.

Clothes rustled. A desperate attempt and exposing more skin. His naked chest pressed against my own, the palm of his hand now on chin and neck while his other lay on my waist. My eyes squeezed shut, feeling his teeth nip at my neck. His lips greeted old scars, some from our previous missions together. My own breath caught in my throat when Moskov bit down gently. Just enough to leave a mark on my flesh to call his own.

“We are going to regret this.” I pushed in a hush of a whisper, my eyes still shut.

“Not if we keep going.”

“We will when I leave.”

Moskov’s lips placed a kiss on his mark, “Then stay.”

It wasn’t a plea. Moskov never begged. He never needed to. However, his yearning made his own voice betray him. Breaking the walls hiding his emotions to display something rawer.

His lips left my neck as his palm gently pushed me to face him. Vermilion filled my gaze, wanting an answer to their problem.

When he looks at me this way, I don’t even need to say what I’m thinking. But I did, “Then I’ll stay. Forever.”

The words acted like ignition, making the mercenary pull me into his lap. His greed for my body left me speechless. Only able to pant and groan at his touches. His heat sparked my figure as his hands worked on removing all articles of clothing.

As we both sat on our damaged clothes, naked with the sky above us, my heart pleaded at my vulnerability. Fingers entered inside me, stretching my body in both a painful and pleasurable manner.

My back arched into him, wanting his chest as close to me as possible. My thighs shook by his side, as my insides squeezed him in deeper. All the words I tried to say were muffled by his lips. The raven couldn’t stop devouring me.

His tongue teased my own as our teeth clashed. Messy and sloppy, our own saliva mixed together. Leaving me wanting more.

Nails printed on my side as my own hands dug into his hair. I pulled away, needing to catch my breath while also needing more. “Inside… put it in-“

Once again, my words were eaten by him. He pulled me back, sucking on my tongue as he lifted my hips.

A whimper left me when I felt his tip press inside me. At that moment, Moskov backed away. Watching as my face contorted as he entered me. My hands clutched his shoulders, my cheeks a rosy pink as sweat dripped down my neck and forehead.

“Why are you so damn big?” My rhetorical question was answered by gentle whispers to my ears.

“You’re doing well, Gusion.”

“Quit it. I don’t need your praise.” I scoffed, lowering myself onto him.

“But you like it.”

“I don’t.”

“You love it.” Moskov said, his hands rubbing the sides of my hips, coaxing me down as he watches himself disappear inside me. “Your body gives you away. Your blush from your ears to your cheeks. Even your back.”

“That’s because it’s hot.” I pushed out, finally able to get all of him inside me. Moskov’s hand left my hips to guide my face, placing his forehead back on mine.

Something about the physical contact melted my body. Becoming one with Moskov. “You are the physical form of my tranquility Gusion. In a world where all I can do is kill, you bring me peace I do not deserve.”

“Why are you telling me this now? Your words keep making my heart race, Moskov.”

“Because.” The raven began, brushing my cheek. “Every time I say something like this, you squeeze me tighter.”

My nose scrunched at the smirk on his face. However, that’s the only way I could resist as he began to move my hips. “Whether it be physically or emotionally. You cling to me in ways I cannot bare without.”

“Your words keep hurting.” I groaned, planting a kiss on his cheek hoping for more. It’s too intimate, too needy. I wish that this could just be raw physical attraction but it’s not. It’s something pent up, something deeper.

“Why would the truth hurt you, Gusion?” Moskov spoke, pulling back slightly. My eyes flickered to his lips, hoping he’d stop his heartfelt words and just kiss me. I leaned in with that hope, only for him to attack my neck as he continued to speak.

“Is love all that different from the act of killing?”

“Of course it is-“

“I know. When I’m with you all I can feel is such a sharp contrast to everything I knew before. You said you’d stay. Did you mean that?” Moskov’s teeth pressed down on his mark again as I clenched harder on his cock.

His words made me embarrassed beyond compare. Yet it scorched my heart. “Yes.” I cried, feeling a pleasure build up inside me.

His thrusts were now in a pattern, drawing pleasure from places I did not know existed.

“Say that again. Say you’ll stay with me, Gusion.”

“Yes, Moskov. I will stay with you. Forever.”

The raven groaned in my ear before pulling my face in for another kiss. His lips on mine were too overwhelming, triggering my climax. I squeezed tighter around him as I came, causing Moskov to do the same.

Moskov devoured my moans, leaving me only able to breathe through my nose. Burning me with the smell of blood and ashes between us.

[goszixx]

Lackluster part 2/2

Notes: I love shipping a ship w two ppl have haven’t even interacted

Warnings: erm… gay stuff? Ngl I think all my stuff has the same stuff. Mlm, begging, slight pain, spider man au, Moskov top, Gus bot (as usual), they do it in a tub! Mutual masturbation.

Air huffed past my lips as my body struggled to cling onto oxygen once I pulled my mask off. Dazed, my gaze drifted around till they could focus on the windowsill of his bedroom. I needed to get inside, I needed to explain myself before it gets worse.

My bloody fingertips smeared on the glass while the pats of the rain echoed in my mind. Strength seeped away from my body, draining with each movement I made. I tried putting more force into my hand to shift the window to the side.

The click of the window made me sigh in relief as I pushed it open. Blood marked the marble of the windowsill as I pushed my body through the open space. My frame slacked against the entrance, one of my legs dangling off the shelf.

Dark painted walls and carpeted flooring, I tried my hardest to take it all in. His bed was neatly folded, a gray comforter tucked into the corners of the mattress. Two pillows were puffed on his bed as well as a few textbooks. To the right was a desk, the man I’ve fallen for perched by it. His eyes traced up and down my injured body as I heaved.

“Sorry for breaking in.” I pushed out with a wavering smirk. My hand laid flat on the wound on my abdomen, smushing my raw flesh as a way to stop the bleeding.

Hissing, my head fell back on the wall. I could hear the chair near the desk push back as feet patted the ground. “Is it just your abdomen that’s hurt?” His voice echoed in my mind, almost like an irritating ring. It hurt, it hurt terribly.

I rose my hand, letting the blood ooz out from me. Next, I shifted my leg, showing the cuts on my thigh. “Two stab wounds, one deeper than the other. You need stitches. Can you walk, Gusion?”

I love when he says my name.

“Yes, Moskov. I might need a little help.” I groaned, curling my body up in order for his arm to wrap around my waist. His strong body guided my weak one. I didn’t know where we were going but we were walking for what seemed like an eternity. My body was slacked against Moskov’s; my mind struggling to hold onto a thought.

Guilt flooded my mind when I realized I was probably getting him dirty with my blood. “I’ll… buy you… new clothes after this…” I breathed as my perspective became fogged. Forming sentences was becoming difficult the more I moved.

“Don’t speak, especially something as stupid as that.” Moskov warned as his hand pressed against my own. One of my arms fell over his shoulder as his hand held my waist. His palm laid flat on my own, distracting me with his comfort.

Today was awful. The bad guy got away, the fight left me injured and unmasked. It was all… awful. How it started was with Moskov’s capture. The villain picked up on my subconscious need to save him and took advantage of it. Luckily, Moskov wasn’t harmed, however, it resulted in me being unmasked in front of him.

After Moskov was safe, I was too distracted to fight properly. Distracted by what he could be thinking. It’s been almost a year of me holding this secret from him. We’ve gotten close, both masked and unmasked but still. I lied, multiple times.

My rear was placed on the marble counter as my free palm pressed flat on the surface behind me. I leaned back with a groan as his warmth left me. “Is there a reason you didn’t go to a hospital?” Moskov inquired, his voice easing my inner turmoil.

The sting of my knife wounds drowned out most of my surroundings, but I couldn’t ignore his voice. “Too many questions, too far. If… I swung any further… I might have-“ My voice broke out in pants.

Moskov nodded while placing down his first aid kit. The next several minutes were pure torture. Moskov made cuts in my suit in order to access the wounds, leaving me almost half naked on his counter. Cleaning the lacerations on my thigh wasn’t so bad, the one on my abdomen had me clawing at him. I tried my hardest not to, but Moskov assured me it was okay.

I dug my fingers into his back, my nail scraping against his skin. His own hands cleaned the injury on my abdomen with care. I had no clue the man could be so gentle. He tied his long hair up in order to make the process easier, showing off more of his pure skin and scar.

How something so beautiful can cause me so much pain right now is hard for me to comprehend. It burned, his touch probing my body. For a superhero, I sure felt weak. I’ve been injured on the job before but nothing this bad.

“Can you handle more?” Moskov spoke up, crimson eyes glaring at my own. The gaze held a sort of ambition, as if determined to fix me up.

I thought my nod in agreement would be my last when he began stitching me up. The string on the needle pulled at my skin, smushing the two pieces together. Unnerving and painful, the needle pricking and pulling my flesh had my toes curling in agony. A large hand held my hip as my abs struggled not to clench with every stab of the needle.

His hands were steady, almost completely still. It made me wonder if this man ever got nervous, and if so, by what?

It was over, after an hour, I was patched up and cleaned. I was told to take a bath as Moskov finds me some clothes. He gave me some painkillers, which, right now seemed like gold. My nerves slowly became numb to the pain as my back pressed against the tub. Water submerging half my body almost made me feel calm. However, now all I could think of was the classmate I came to in my time of need.

I’m such an idiot.

My wet hands covered my bright face as I gushed internally about how stupid I was. I could’ve made it to Aamon. I could’ve not bothered him. And to top it all off I was unmasked. This day was an absolute failure. I was a failure.

Knock, knock, knock.

My eyes trailed to the door of the bathroom as Moskov’s knocks echoed. Blinking a few times, it took a bit for the sound to register. “Come in.” I responded as my hands fell to my sides.

Midnight black hair entered my vision as Moskov walked in the bathroom. A hand covered his eyes as his other held out a towel. I tilted my head at him, confused by the need to block his vision. “You look like an idiot right now, Moskov.” I chuckled, crawling a bit closer to him. His bathtub was wide and a bit deeper then I expected. It’s probably made to fit him.

The raven swallowed, “Well, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You being naked and all.”

How cute.

A smirk caressed my lips, eyes narrowing on his attire. His shirt was a simple black top, yet hugged his shoulders and upper back. How is he attractive in everything?

I rose to my feet, struggling slightly from the wounds on my body. Moskov twitched from the sound of the water. “Wait- don’t stand up!” Moskov said frantically, worried I might open my wounds again. He moved his hand from his eyes, his crimson stare widened on my figure in front of him.

With the exception of my wrapped wounds, my body was completely exposed. Rosey fascination cluttered his gaze as my classmate gazed down my body. He swallowed deeply the more his eyes took in. Heat flooded his cheeks once his gaze drifted past my waist.

How cute.

“I don’t need the towel yet, Moskov.” I stated with a purr resting on my lips. The raven’s eyes jumped back to mine. He looked down at me, my body completely exposed to him.

“I’m sorry.” The raven murmured, almost in a shy way.

Shyness was unexpected from a man known for being blunt, dark and brooding. His speechlessness flamed my ego, maybe that’s why my next words were so daring.

“No need to apologize if we were to be on equal footing.” My words rung in the raven’s head as my index finger played with the waist band of his pants.

Moskov paused for a moment before responding, “Do you want me to join you?”

Slow nods made Moskov frozen. He didn’t think I’d agree, more so didn’t think any of this would happen. I’d understand if he said no or tried to change the subject.

Yes, I’ve always had an attraction to the bruting genius- ok maybe more then an attraction. Craving him late at night both physically and emotionally has become daunting and embarrassing. The only person I’ve expressed these emotions to is my brother and he was more then useless when it came to the problem.

Maybe I’m being too forward. He did just save me from a terrible trip to the hospital. He let me use his bathroom in order to clean myself. Meanwhile, I’m throwing myself at him just from his kindness. How disgusting. “Look, Moskov I was just- Why are you taking off your shirt?” I asked, a bit bewildered.

The question made the raven stop pulling up his shirt, exposing a bit of his muscles and happy trail. “To get naked. I’ll join you, Gusion.”

My eyes hesitated to leave him, yet I felt the need to give him privacy as he stripped. Why? I don’t know, it wouldn’t matter anyways since he’d be joining me. But even so, I felt if I stayed and watched my mind wouldn’t be able to function.

Keeping my composure, I walked back into the bath gingerly. The warm water greeted my skin and caressed it softly. I laid my body against the edge, tilting my head up with a sigh. The warmth was a bit overwhelming yet soothed me. It was a nice feeling. I wish I could focus on it as opposed to the slight ripple Moskov made when he entered the bath.

Water hit my skin in small waves as the raven took a seat by my side. “Are you having trouble?” He asked me. The feeling of eyes lingering on my body didn’t go unnoticed.

“With?” I inquired, eyes still closed.

“Washing your body.” The raven asked with fake innocence. Fake and thin, the innocence in his tone didn’t fool me. Not with my thoughts of his naked body next to me running wild.

A silence sat between us for a moment before I spoke up, “If you want to touch me so bad, you could just ask.” I jested. The statement was made to ease the tension on my shoulders, maybe as a form of self sabotage.

“Can I touch you, Gusion?”

My eyes widened, opening to meet the lustful state of my classmate. He leaned in his palm, the ends of his hair floating in the water. The scar on his face fascinated me as per usual. When my eyes drifted, I was surprised to see more of these marks across his body.

He’s sculpted beautifully, even with the sinful engravings on his body, I couldn’t look away. “You want to touch me?” I asked, a bit appalled.

Yes, I’m confident in my looks but it still shocks me when someone as perfect Moskov wants…

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Would it, Night.” The raven smirked as one of his fingers tucked beneath my chin. My eyes gazed up at him as my teeth dug into my lip.

“I’m sorry, for hiding it from you for so long. I wanted to tell you, Moskov. I really did.” It was true. Ever since I saved him that day, I wanted to tell him the truth. How I’ve known him for a while now. How I watched him and protected him. How he was always on my mind no matter which identity I was.

But I couldn’t.

Another patch of silence. It was killer and made my heart race. I couldn’t read his mind, his stare blank. Every time I get the chance to look into those eyes, I always try to see passed that dark façade. Sometimes I get lucky.

“Gusion, I always knew.” Moskov uttered as he sat up. The small dent in the side of the tub is where we sat, creating a convenient seating area. His hand touched my arm, slightly pulling me closer.

In a gentle manner, he guided my body, putting me on his lap. “It was hard not to know when I study every inch of you.” The confession made heat rush through my body. Some settled on my cheeks while some traveled south. One of his hands held my exposed waist, his fingers half dipping into the water. His other hand rubbed up and down my thigh.

“You’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I could never mistake you for anyone else, Night.” The smirk on his lips curled more when he felt me twitch against his hand. My hands held his shoulders, my head tilted down to not meet his gaze.

This was extremely embarrassing, but I felt the need to talk. “I saved you that day because I wanted you safe. In class I get infuriated by your brilliance and indifference. You seem to be so perfect that I can’t help but think of you all the time.” My words kept getting lower no matter how hard I tried.

Fingertips on my upper thigh made my mind think of more tantalizing touches. Moskov noticed the nervousness leaking in my tone and stopped. “From now on, you have to tell me what you want, Night. Think of it as a punishment for lying to me.” He stated, his tone teasing.

Punishment? “W-what? Also, call me my name, Moskov.” My eyes met the raven’s; my cheeks puffed out slightly in order to seem more serious. That expression crumbled when he leaned closer to me, his lips by my ear. “Tell me what you want, Gusion.”

The whisper was tantalizing, the tease burning my ears. My ears were always pink first when it came to my blushing, but now they were on fire. “Kiss me.” I uttered, a whisper of a demand.

The raven pulled away slightly, “Ask properly.” His back slacked against the wall, hands off my body. I sat in his lap, exposed and half hard. His eyes trailed down to my forming erection, making it harder for me to focus. “If you don’t ask, I can’t help you with that.” He teased.

Red gathering in my cheeks, my nails dug into his shoulders. “Can… we kiss please?”

Lips were on mine quickly, weak noises leaving my lips as I melted on him. One of his hands found my cheek, the other still off my body. I hated it, I wanted more of his touch.

The kiss was messy and sloppy. His tongue explored the sensitive parts of my mouth, sucking on my tongue and making me weak. I moaned in his mouth as my eyes squeezed tighter. I was surprised by how passionate the kiss was. Our needs intertwining and becoming something overwhelming.

The large hand cupping my face pulled me closer, needing more of my mouth to explore. Drool seeped from my lips as the groan from him left my dick twitching. He’s so erotic. More expressive than I thought he would be.

Gently pulling away, the raven teased me once again. His claim on my tongue lessened as his teeth pulled at my lip. My chest rose and fell as I tried to lean in for another kiss. Moskov’s cup on my cheek stopped me. “I kissed you Gusion, is that all you want?”

The question made me purse my lips, “You know I want more.” I pushed out between breaths.

With a lascivious grin, the raven spoke, “Then ask. I know you want more.”

Fuck. I focused on steadying my breathing before thinking of what else I could want. I wanted everything. All of him.

Maybe I was taking too long to answer because the raven used my clouded mind to his advantage. His idle hand came to my side, his index finger tracing the base of my erection all the way to my tip. My hips could not help but jerk in need; a needy cry leaving my lips when his hand left me.

My head fell on his shoulder, my body weak and hot. The wound on my thigh burned from my movement. It twitched against Moskov’s naked skin, causing the raven to press his lips on the top of my head.

Loving and small, the peck made a sense of calmness wash over my body. “Are you in pain?” Moskov whispered, his lips caressing my ear as one of his hands cupped my hip and rubbed the flesh up and down.

Nails left the raven’s shoulder as I locked my arms around his neck. “I’m ok.” I pushed out. My head tucked further into his shoulder and neck when his lips made light pecks on my skin.

It felt so good.

Too good.

I wanted more.

“More… please I need more.” I begged.

Lips curled against my neck before the raven responded, “What do you want me to do to you?”

This time, I knew what I wanted. What I needed. What I craved. Breathing heavily, my eyes looked down at Moskov’s lap, seeing our erections centimeters from each other. His was a bit longer, thicker. Mine was paler and veiny. The only thing on my mind was how he’d feel against me and what he would feel like inside of me.

Dirty thoughts cluttered my mind as my drool dripped down his chest. Muscular and perfect, his body mesmerized me in so many ways.

One of my arms left his neck to grab his hand. I guided his palm slowly until I was able to place it on my dick. The warmth of his skin could be felt through the water, half of his hand outside of it. A pathetic whimper left me from the contact, leaving my face redder and hotter.

“Here… p-please touch me here.” I pleaded, a smutty cry leaving my lips when his fingers wrapped around my erection. It took all my power not to hump his hand. My dick twitched against Moskov’s, pre-cum oozing from my tip onto his.

The sight made me dizzy. Unable to think about anything but the heat pooling in my abdomen.

It took a moment for me to realize his hand stayed completely still. He was teasing me, mocking me with the smirk on his alluring lips.

“M-Move Moskov- please I need more so badly.” I cried into his neck, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. The humiliation didn’t bother me anymore. My face was as red as his crimson glare. He gives me the glare every time I get a perfect score on a test. The glare he gives me whenever I get hurt from doing something he warned me not to do. The glare he gives me when I end our secret make out sessions early from fear I might explode.

“Obssession, lust, love, I don’t know wh-what to call this feeling. I-I know I need more of you Moskov- I need it so bad that it makes my heart hurt in my chest. I hate- hate how perfect you are… h-how you show me up in everything. B-But I ca-n’t help but love you.” I cried, a few tears falling from my cheeks in relief. Relief I was able to say those words after so long.

Another gentle kiss was laid on the top of my head. Then another, then another. His attempts to soothe me made it harder to not crave him. Warmth spread across my erection when his hand wrapped around both of ours.

One slow pump had me crumbling as I watched my pre-cum stain his hands. “I could say the same about you. You’re so pretty it’s distracting, Gusion. No matter where I turn, something about you is being said or praised. It’s aggravating seeing people take such a liking to you when I struggle to express it.

My obsession with you has always been apparent. However, my love for you… your pompousness, intelligence, righteousness. That has been something that’s been building up in my chest so much it’s hard to not be rough with you.” Moskov groaned, his free hand finding my face in order to lift me to his lips.

Rough with me? What do you call this? The thoughts numbed in my mind when his tounge pushed past my lips. He devoured my mouth, eating me as he picked up speed with his hand.

He tasted so good I struggled on what to focus on. The kiss was sloppy, a few drops of my drool splashing Moskov’s tip. He shivered from the sensation, making him turn his head to access more of my mouth.

Moving faster, the friction of his hand and his cock made my head spin. My moans picked up as Moskov pulled away. He leaned back, watching me whimper from his lack of touch as his hand worked our dicks.

“I wish I could keep you like this all night long. You’re lucky your injured Gusion, or your punishment would be far more severe.” The raven smirked, squeezing our dicks a bit tighter.

I panted, my lips a bit sore from his kisses. I loved the slight pain, it fed my desires more then I would have thought. “Ca-can we cum together? Please Moskov. I want t-to feel good with you.” My voice was slowly raising, the pleasure building up the more his hand pumped me.

An amused scoff left the raven, “You always make me feel good. Let’s cum together, Gusion.” The words echoed in my ears as my body moved on its own. My head laid on his shoulder as my hands dug into his hair.

The pleasure was so much, I couldn’t help but bite the raven as I came. White, clearish liquid coated our stomachs, making us both tainted and stained. My teeth marked his skin, causing the raven to let out a slight moan.

At some point, his free hand found my waist, nails in my side. He gave us a few more pumps, easing us out of our orgasms. My lips sucked and kissed his neck to ease any pain I caused him.

When I pulled back to look at the skin, my eyes widened. “I-I’m so sorry Moskov! It’s going to leave a mark, let me-“ I tried to stand up, my words frantic and leaking embarrassment. The raven rolled his eyes and pulled me back down on his lap.

This time he held me close, one of his hands on my back, pulling me chest to chest. His other hand was on my thigh, rubbing the flesh back and forth. “It’ll be gone in a few days. How are your wounds?” He inquired, his voice soft and gentle.

Sometimes I hate when he acts all caring. I never know what to say or do. “I’m good don’t worry… Moskov… I’m sorry.” The guilt in my words were real. I felt bad for hiding my secret for so long, even though I wanted to tell him so many times.

“No need.” There was a pause, a moment of silence to calm my nerves before he continued. “Want to go for round two?”

A noise caught in my throat from the question. The worst part is, the thought made my dick twitch against his. When Moskov started laughing from my body’s reaction to the thought of going again, I hid my face in his shoulder.

He was going to be the death of me.

Not that I mind.

[goszixx]

Notes: I’m recently obsessed with Gusion X Moskov guys. I want this ship to be so popular it over takes ml. :p

Warning: they make out and tease one another… not much to it yet it’s 5k words.

My feelings towards you feel so sacred

Dazed eyes slipped past the words as I lifted my face from my book. Another day, another sleepless night. I couldn’t help the groan that left my lips when the teacher turned another page.

Her glasses hung low on her nose, textbook covering the lower half of her face. The slight shuffle of people’s belongings became mute to me. My own ears tired of hearing. What a dull life. College life has been nothing but dread. All I do is go to class, study, work and sleep. My sister says it’s because I don’t go out, live a little. But what is there to live? The party life got boring after my teen years and the people here are… abysmal.

Rich and preppy might be a better way at describing it. It’s a difficult college to get into, one of the top three in the nation; so of course it’s filled with the degrading rich. There was also a ranking system based on your status. People usually treat the people of richer families with more respect and grace. Making me completely invisible. Did I mind that? No. I thrived from it.

If all eyes were on me, I think I’d go insane. Plus, who knows. Maybe the life of the rich felt as lackluster as the life of the poor.

Yeah right.

A sigh left my chapped lips before I decided I was done with my academic side for one day. I packed my gray backpack with my laptop. My sister purchased it for my birthday. I’m still shocked she was able to afford such a good model. I tried convincing her to take it back, return it and save the money. But she refused every time. Guess all I can do now is be grateful.

I took the USB key from the computer, stuffing it in my pocket before putting the device in my bag. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I walked out of the class without a second thought.

It’s college, no one is going to chase me down just because I decided I’ve been ‘educated’ enough for a day. The college is pristine, yet, no one gets paid enough to care who attends and who doesn’t. Even though the classes are boring, the campus was nice.

Shifting side to side, my eyes took in the gray colored walls and large windows. Sunlight harassed my ebony skin, my raven hair being highlighted. My hand pushed my bangs up, adjusting my locks for a moment before sighing. I was exhausted, my late shift was starting to take a toll on me. As my feet tapped on marble floor, a fog film coated my stare.

Enervation played with my mind. Lulling me into a more autopilot mindset. My movements grew sluggish as I regretted working such a long shift. What was worse about the situation is my coworker warned me about this. Yet, I brushed it off as if I was invincible. More so like I didn’t care about my health and continued on.

Dazed glass shattered when my forehead made contact with another. To say the impact knocked me back to my senses is an understatement. Falling straight on my ass, my head jerked up before crashing down. The room spun, complimented by the stars my eyes were seeing

Pain followed the dizziness, it pulsed in waves showing no mercy. One of my palms pressed flat on my head as my eyes tried to steady on whatever pole I walked into. However, it wasn’t a pole. It was a brunette, one that I was quite familiar with.

Gusion Paxley. The man, the myth, the pain in the ass. One of the heirs of the Paxley fortune, one of the most wealthiest families in school. Maybe that’s why the meer sight of him made me grit my teeth. This wasn’t my first encounter with the man, nor will it be my last. I first met the man on the first day of classes, however after that my whole perspective of him changed.

Grimacing in pain, Gusions position was quite… provocative. His legs were sprawled open, hands clutching the ground as his chest heaved up and down. Pants left those pinkish lips, followed by the slight winces of his neat brows. I took notice of the scar peeking from his neck to connect to his cheek. It was faded now, yet took a bit of my attention.

Nose pointed and perfect, it twitched a bit when his eyes fluttered. “What… happened?” He murmured, one of his hands coming up to rub his hair.

Is he an idiot? You can’t walk properly is what happened. Annoyance clicked off my tongue as I rose to my feet. “You need to watch where your going, you mor-“

Words shrunk in my throat when my gaze locked onto watery sapphire. His eyes held the most captivating blue, making it hard to not notice the slight irritation held within them. “Are you… crying?” I asked, my mouth slightly gapped.

Gusion was known for his snarky attitude towards others. Because of that reputation, seeing the wealthy man in tears was not something I could picture on my own. Pupils dialated when they met mine, shimmering in human desires and temptation.

Swallowing, the brunette’s eyes proceeded to blink a few times before his hand came up on his cheek. A slight pink bloomed on his ears as his gaze steadied on my own. “What- no! Of course not, it’s my contact.” Words fumbled from his lips, showing his embarrassment in a different form.

A slim finger swiped over the droplet, the heir wincing slightly. I watched as his eyes struggled to focus properly. Can he really not see?

“Sorry…” Gusion began. His hand left his cheek to clutch his forehead. His legs bent to gather in his lap while his other hand adjusted his vest.

Seeing the brunette struggle to stand up made a kind of weight hit my chest. His legs shook slightly as he tried to push himself up. He didn’t make it far before crashing back down on his butt.

He seemed sore in a way. Muscles tensed and struggling to function as he sat helplessly on the floor. I reached my hand out, waiting a bit for the brunette to realize the gesture was to him. He’s as blind as a bat, ain’t he.

“Take my hand.” I demanded, my tone stiff. A noise buzzed in the heir’s throat before he scoffed. “I don’t need any help, I can get up on my own.”

This twat.

Again, the prince tried standing up on his feet but failed miserably. I took this as a sign to go. You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. Much less an idiot who can’t see nor walk properly.

Yet, though my mind told me to go, my body stood still. “I’m going to pick you up.” I blurted out, not giving the man a chance to react.

“You- you what?” Gusion’s voice cut off into a squeal when my hand made contact with his waist. The body part was slim, fitted and almost feminine in a way. Now thinking about it, the man had a few feminine features. One being his pure skin and soft lips. Skin as alluring as the night sky with little beauty marks complimenting the flesh. Whenever I’d pass by the halls, I find myself finding a new one on his body. They catch my attention like stars in the sky.

Wether he was bored in class and leaning against his hand or gazing off into the distances. You could always see the small spots on his neck and wrist.

His lips were captivating, the way my eyes flicked to them every now and again was a bit annoying at first. As if my mind lost control over my body after peering into his saxe gaze.

As I threw the man over my shoulder, I thought more about the way he looked earlier. His lips were apart, pants tight on his waist and vest crooked. His hair was messy as opposed to its usual neat manner. Usual? Yes. I’ve seen him around a few times after our first encounter, however this is the first time I’ve seen him alone. Hes commonly surrounded by people. However, theres always that dull look in his eyes. His face a piece of art while his eyes lifeless and longing.

When the brunette was completely over my shoulder, my arm grasped his thigh to support him. A surprised hum came from me when I felt the muscular limb. Does he workout?

“Hey- Hey! Put me down!” The heir demanded, his voice muffled by embarrassment. Hands grabbed at my back, scratching me through the cloth. “Give me a second. I’m trying to find a bench.” I stated in an indifferent manner. There are usually wooden benches around the hallways.

My eyes scanned the halls, walking forward with ease since the brunette didn’t weigh much. Gusion stuffed his face into my lower back, his hands gripped the fabric of my shirt. “Mos-skov… put me down. What if someone sees us?”

Huh? The man’s words were laced with embarrassment, his ears probably pinker then before. I wish I could confirm that small detail. What made me confused was the use of my name. Why does he know it? I’ve never told him it before, not even during our first encounter. I doubt his friends would know it, seeing that I’ve never talked to any of them. Not to my knowledge at least.. “You can’t walk properly, Gusion. Give me a second to find a seat.”

Complete silence followed after my response. Maybe the demand made the brunette uncomfortable. I could still feel his nose bump against my back until I placed him down on the bench with a groan. It was hard to not completely toss the heir when placing him down. Mainly because of how eager he was to get off of me. He slumped against the seat, his eyes tilted down away from me.

My gaze had a mind of its own, struggling not to take note of the lush pink his bottom lip had as he bit into it. I was kneeling down between the heir’s legs, his chest puffing before relaxing. Does he bite his lips when he’s nervous like me? What else does he do when he’s nervous?

The answer was presented to me when Gusion picked up his gaze. A glint in those ocean eyes left me helpless as crimson spread from the tip of his ears to his cheek.

Wow. He’s kind of-

“I didn’t ask for your help.” Gusion pushed out.

A douche bag.

His chest heaved, as if his words carried weight to them. This guy is such a dick.

A sigh left my lips as I picked myself up. What a waste of such expressions. It was my fault for thinking anything resembling a ‘thank you’ would leave him.

I left without so much of a glance back to the brunette. Words left his lips, yet they were muffled by the distance between us. I shouldn’t have picked him up, I should’ve left him there.

But, he couldn’t walk. He looked dizzy and unable to see properly. However, that doesn’t make it my problem to deal with his mood swings and prickly demeanor. His words are always said as if position was imbedded in them. Don’t get me started on his facial expressions.

He walks with his nose tilted up at the world. Snobbish and pompous. The guy is an absolute irritation. So maybe that’s why…

My mind subconsciously pictured the look of innocence that coated the brunettes gaze when he looked up at me. The contact falling from his eye really did make him look like he was in tears. And when I pointed it out, his ears turned the most alluring pink. His emotions are shown so easily, especially when he’s embarrassed.

It’s quite addictive.

“I can’t read you.” A voice stated abruptly. I blinked a few times, adjusting the books in my hand before I picked one up from the pile and place it on the shelf.

“What is there to read?” I asked with a sigh, my fingers pressing the book in between two others. Since I left class early, I thought I might as well start my shift early as well.

Long white hair came into my view as I looked down at my coworker and friend… I guess. I have known Leomord for a while now. He is a year older then me but I met him through my sister.

We both work at the bookstore we are currently in, our manager, a mother and her daughter. However, right now it was so late that only the two of us were in the store. The sun was setting, providing a crimson like glow in the sky. In this city, the world is completely different once the sun comes down.

Leo leaned on the bookshelves, his pile already done and put up. “You seemed pissed when you came into work today. Now you seem more… intrigued by something.” Leo rubbed his chin, struggling to think of the right words. His eyes eyes squeezed shut for a moment before tilting his head.

“Intrigued?” I repeated, a bit taken aback from the statement. Has he been penetrating my thoughts that much? I did think of him my entire shift but… even so.. what is there to think about? We simply knocked into each other. Making him fall on his ass and lean on his hands.

His cream colored vest was shifted, disorganized from the fall. His legs, they were weirdly muscular. Firm yet slim. I can still remember the feeling of them on my palm. I wondered if he worked out or was naturally that-

“Maybe intrigued is not the word.” Leo’s voice cut through, making me internally sigh from the Gusion mental spiral I almost went through. What’s with me? He’s an obnoxious rich kid. An idiotic one at that.

Sometimes, when eating on campus, I catch the brunette trading glances with me. His eyes would never meet mine, they’d linger around my body, dipping lower and lower. Whenever our stares did clash, his would leave quickly. He seems to have a shy side.

Interesting.

“Do you think he’ll be out and about again?” Leo continued is chatter, changing the subject as he took some books from my hands to put them away.

Fake vines hung from the balcony of the second floor. Only a few warm lights were on, that and the growing moonlight is what illuminated the bookstore. The windows were welcoming, large and clean. The smell of spinal glue and roses coated the air. Some flowers were placed about, the walls a comfy brown while the carpet varied. Different rugs laid about the building, they differed depending on the kinds of books near them.

I hummed in agreement to Leo’s question, “he is our resident hero.” I muttered, finishing the books and grabbing a cookie from the front desk.

Leo watched me eat the soft treat before cracking a smile. “I forgot how much of a fan you are of our vigilante. Ever since Spider-Man showed up, you’ve been his number one groupie.” The laughs that came from my coworker made me roll my eyes.

Two years ago, a city filled with crime discovered a saving grace. Spider-Man. At night, he fought the criminals that crowded the midnight streets. From simple mugging to stopping bank robberies, he was everywhere and anywhere that needed him. After a few months of his appearance, he gained an accomplice. The city is vast and the crime is even more so. Technically, it’s Spider-Men, however the one we are talking about is the one I find quite captivating.

Since there are two Spider-Men, they have their own separate identities. There’s Night and Eve. Eve was the first spider man. His suit is body sleek and firm fitting. A black spider symbol sat in the middle of his chest with light web patterns underneath. The royal blue base blended in with the gold, black and cream white accents of the outfit.

The mask that hid his identity had pointed, horn-like protrusions at the top. His mask lenses were a cream white, yet outlined in black.

His suit seemed high tech yet elegant. The most interesting attribute of the attire is his clawed gloves. No one has ever gotten a good look at them but the gloves were black and fade into a royal blue near the forearm area.

Night’s attire was slightly different. For one, his base color was black, the accents of his suit being a deep purple and a cream white. His mask was also different. Instead of horns, the mask lenses had more detail. It had shards protruding outwards, almost like feathers. People realized that the mask referenced an owl, giving him the name Night.

Now he was intriguing. I wasn’t a fan… but I do know a lot about him. Leo was refering to Night since him and Eve usually parade the night at different times. Now, after two years, the two of them mainly come out for bigger crimes.

Ever since the duo began their heroic legacy, police stations have been doing more of an effort to help them. Therefore, helping the citizens.

“I’m not his groupie. Just find him interesting is all.” I retorted, walking towards what the manager calls the Comfy Corner. She decorated a space in the room to be as comfortable as possible. It’s behind a velvet curtain and containes the softest couch known to man.

A pleasurable sigh left my lips once my ass met the padding of the furniture. Leo followed me in, taking a seat in one of the beanbag chairs. “Whatever you say, Moskov. Anyways, we should start heading home. Do you want to stop by Alpha’s-“

“No, I think I’m going to leave in a bit. Something I need to do before I head out.” I pushed out, hoping to hide my need for a nap.

Leo paused for a moment before shrugging, “if you say so. Be careful, the city is still dangerous.”

I waved off the warning, my consciousness slipping from me the more my body relaxed on the god send of a couch. Time passed and even with my entire body relaxed, my mind kept drifting to him.

What is going on with me? Never in my life has a person been so stuck in my mind. I had a similar problem the first time I met the man. His hazel locks gleaming in the sunlight. Pure skin reaching out towards me as a means to take my hand. That was the first time I met Gusion Paxley. I was in a rush since the campus was huge and I didn’t want to be late the first day. This was a year or so ago. I needed to prove to the school I was worthy of my scholarship, without it I wouldn’t be able to attend.

I ended up tripping over some uneven pavement. I don’t remember if It was the exhaustion that took over me or the dread of being in a new area. But for some reason, I didn’t want to get up. I already felt like I didn’t belong and my entire week leading up to that moment was terrible. Multiple minor inconveniences kept piling up that it felt like a higher power was out to get me. Well, until he appeared before me.

But that’s in the past. My eyes fluttered open, gazing up at the ceiling I’ve seen countless times. I need to clear my head.

With a sigh I rose to my feet and patted my clothes. Freezing, my hands stopped when resting on the pockets of my pants. Did I… lose my USB? It’s a small key that plugs into my laptop. It holds all my textbooks and more importantly, all of my recent homeworks. Oh I’m screwed. My hands threatened to rip out my hair when I thought of where I could have dropped it.

When I bumped into that pompous idiot. It must have fallen out of my pocket. Even worse, I was too distracted by Gusion… everything… to notice.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I came to terms with the fact I had three options.

1.) move on and redo all the homework.

Not happening.

2.) Conversate with the spoiled brat to see if he found my USB.

Even worse

3.) Hope it turns up and wait till it does.

The option I subconsciously chosen.

My eyes gazed upon the illuminated streets of the city. Street lamps guided my way home yet that wasn’t the path my mind had chosen. I needed fresh air, I needed to think. There’s one spot that fulfilled these wishes.

I found my body perched onto an old abandoned building, settling on the roof without a care. The building’s structure is steady and is currently being remodeled. I climbed up using the fire escape so I got a few glances of the inside. It seemed to be turning into an office building, which wasn’t shocking. It held a lot of space so no wonder.

Leaning against the railing of the roof, I focused on the view of the city. Sometimes I wonder how something so captivating could cause so much harm to the environment. The fuzzy balls of light pollution gave the area more life. This wasn’t the tallest building in the city but its height provided more then enough perspective.

Maybe that’s why it helped me clear my mind. Seeing the different people loiter around, going on with their day. Some bad some good, all of them human. Humans have a tendency to label the choices of another with such vague titles. However, each human can be put into either category. Doesn’t that mean each human doesn’t belong into either?

The question was first proposed by my older sister, Selena. She’s the one who showed me this spot after having another tough week. To say the place and atmosphere stuck with me, would be an understatement. Wind teased my hair, the chill reminding me of the touch my hand laid upon a while ago.

Why would he help me? Especially since he completely disregarded my existence after. It was so… weird. That may be the kind of guy Gusion Paxley is though. A pompous douche bag. That or a forgetful moron.

Either way, he’s a pain to deal with. My frame leaned further on the railing on the edge of the roof. As my hand cupped my cheek, I thought back to another saying my sister would chant to me.

Paths cross with different identities.

My eyes closed for an instant, taking a deep breath. Cold air filled my chest, trying to cleanse me from the hot thoughts of Gusion running rampant in my mind. When I opened them, I was surprised to see cream colored lenses. They were framed by feather shaped spikes that held a purple hue. The eyes focused on my own, squinting slightly as my brain struggled with the realization.

Inches in front of me, a mere finger’s length, was him. The man dedicated to the shadows, Night. Our breaths exchanged, my eyes widened as my lips parted. “Wh-“

A gloved hand clasped my mouth to hault my voice as the man lean closer to me. “Keep your voice down for me, ok?” A muffled yet slightly familiar voice spoke. My hair still whipping in the wind, my eyes castrated up to seeing the man hanging from a spiderweb. His legs were bent, touching the web as his free hand held the rope like material.

As my eyes returned to him, I couldn’t help but trace his lean body. His calf’s and thighs were muscular and firm; it reminded me of someone. Subtle sketches of his abs were imprinted in the suit, a long with a bit of his V-line.

It really is skin tight. Interesting.

My eyes fell back to him, giving him a slow nod before he released my lips. Before I could speak, footsteps echoed behind the door leading to the roof. I snapped my head, words stuffed in my throat from shock.

“He’s up here. He must be!” Someone shouted, their voice only adding more urgency to my rapid heart. My chest compressed as my body froze. Was he being chased?

A chill caressed my cheek as a hand guided me. My eyes were met with a warm white before the superhero put me in a trance. “Come with me.”

Such a simple statement, a demand with an addictive tone. My eyes watched as the superhero adjusted himself, putting his feet on the ground with one hand on the rope.

“Put your hand with mine.” Night muttered. I could hear the grin on his lips. Was he teasing me?

Melting my hesitation, my hand clutched his wrist as my body moved closer to him. We were chest to chest, my eyes casting down at the hero since he was a few inches shorter then me. The height difference made the superhero stop for a moment, his eyes lingering on my body. First my face, then my chest. His eyes strayed farther and farther until my voice broke through.

“Where would you like my other hand, Night?” I asked, my eyes tracing down his neck to his chest. His pecs seemed firm, adding more muscle to his physique.

“What- oh, on my waist would be good.” Night pushed out, his words struggling to leave his tongue. The footsteps resonated louder, making me put my hand on the man’s waist quickly.

It was almost unsettling how well his waist fit into my hand. It was daintier then I expected, probably his most feminine feature. It took another moment, but Night jumped off the ledge. Out of instinct, I closed my eyes, allowing the man to fully take control of my life.

Cold yet lively, the wind harassed my hair and my skin, causing me to cling tighter to the Spider-Man. At that moment, I was starting to regret my choices of taking the man’s offer. But what was my other option? Due to some incoming criminals I am forced to have my life in someone else’s hands.

This was a stupid idea. A terrible-

“Hey. Put your legs around my waist and look up.” What? Night’s words rung in my head, my eyes still squeezing shut as I clutched his waist. My other hand shook on his wrist, struggling to hold my own weight. How does he do this all the time?

“Moskov, listen to me.” Night beckoned. My eyes shot opened from the use of my name, making me face the reality before me. Wide and in awe, my eyes tried to absorb every little thing in front of me. The glass high buildings, the miniature people beneath me.

Dark yet alluring, the night sky was accompanied by the streetlights giving everything a purple and red hue. The smell of fresh air, the whipping cold greeting my skin. Everything, every detail made me feel…

“Freedom.” Night whispered, his head tilted up towards the sky as he planted another web and continued swinging.

Crunching my abs, I wrapped my legs around the man’s waist, clinging tighter to the hero. My hero. His hand came up to support my thigh as we swung through the air with no limitations.

As opposed to having my hand on his waist, I laid it around his neck. Feeling his body relax under my touch.

I tried not to wince with every swing as the man swung us in the air. My head tucked into his shoulder, taking in his scent. He smelled a bit tropical, almost citrusy. The smell, his touch, his calming words. He was putting me in a trance. “We are almost there, if your still scared.” Night teased, his hand gripping my thigh tighter.

The comment made my brow twitch as I pushed myself up. My chest separated from his slightly, my eyes gazing down at the mystery man. “Do I look scared to you?” I asked, narrowing my stare into the hero.

A laugh left his mask, making me become dumbfounded by the whimsical sound. I could hear it all day long.

“No, and because of that, I don’t want to stop.” His laughter died down before he continued. “I like you, Moskov.”

I couldn’t figure out a response so I decided to lay my head back down on his shoulder. My cheeks grew warmer, a contrast to the chill of his touch. His laughter replaying in my head as I watched the world below. If only it didn’t have to end, but all good things come to an end.

After a few more minutes, we found ourselves on the fire escape of another building. The railing was black, the bricks a dark shade. The night sky was painted as our background as clouds began to clutter the sky. I stood firm, my face inches from the hero as he hung upside down.

He stared at me, one of his hands still on his web to keep him upside down. “Well, I better be on my way.” Night breathed, his voice low as if he wished he could take the words back.

Before he could turn away, I reached for him out of pure greed. My hand found his cheek, my warmth melting his cold exterior. Night hummed out of surprise. His lenses widened when my finger worked on his mask. His lips were edged beneath the cloth but even so, I needed to know what they looked like for real.

“I wanted to thank you.” I started, my touch fingering the edge of his mask before pulling it down slightly. His pale neck was exposed to me, my eyes targeting the light scars that littered his flesh. Pure in my eyes, yet tainted by others. The more his skin entered my gazed, the harder it was for me to not touch the hero. Especially when I saw a familiar beauty mark painted on his flesh.

His chin, sharp with a thicker scar peeking from the side of it. It was pretty, just like the rest of him. The scar was familiar, I swore I’ve seen it recently. Everything about the man was familiar, from his choice of words to his tone.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was…

“Not to far… I need my identity a secret still.” Gusion pleaded, my brain struggling to compute when his lips became free from his mask. A faint rose, his pink lips were unmistakable. Gusion. Night. One and the same.

It made sense from the way he spoke to me, as if there was some familiarity. His thighs were muscular as well, now I can see where the workout came from. No wonder he knows my name, no wonder my name came off his tantalizing tongue with such ease.

He was teasing me because he knew all along. “Do you mind if I show my thanks, Night?” The emphasis of his hero name was purred. My eyes couldn’t leave his lips, worried the lascivious flesh would disappear.

Gusion said nothing, just leaning in as his lenses began to close. My hand guiding his way, my warmth igniting his skin, our lips met. At first it was gentle, a simple thank you kiss for saving me in my time of need. However, a hunger began to take over my body when Gusion whimpered from my tongue grazing his lips. The sound resonated within me, fanning the flames of my obsession towards this pompous man.

He’s a hero? The man notorious for thinking about himself and himself only? What a twist, however it was far from my mind. His lips parted slightly as his chin pressed further on my nose.

Fingers roamed my hair as his free hand tried its hardest not to grip my locks. I could not hold the same restraint, my hand cupping his cheek while the other brought him closer. I wanted more, I wanted to taste him further.

My tongue explored his mouth, feeling every soft spot I could find. I could tell what he liked and what he didn’t like from the way his body reacted. His hands would squeeze my hair tighter out of need, while the most pathetic noises would come from the vigilante.

Gusion, the man known for his wealth and power, was lewdly whimpering in my mouth, begging for more of my tongue inside him. What a night to remember. Even with the lewd actions, it was hard to navigate the man’s mouth in such an obscure position. I leaned back slightly, feeling my lips leave the brunette’s as he gasped for air.

Pretty pink lips quivered for air as his slim chest rose and fell. It was hard to keep myself sane when the hero had a small string of drool dripping from the corner of his lip. “Get down, I want to thank you properly.” I demanded, eyes tracing the edges of his frame.

With his suit on, nothing was hidden to me. The rise and fall of his chest, the bob of his Adam’s apple when he heard my words. Not even the slight sign of an erection growing beneath his suit. The hero devoted his body to my words, adjusting himself to be on his feet. Before I could lay my hands on him again, quenching my hunger for him, he spoke. “No matter what, my mask needs to stay on.” The hero panted, his voice amorous.

Cold touches relaxed my chest as his hand rubbed up to my shoulder. “Just your mask?” I asked with a sly smile. Even though half of his face was exposed, I could still whitness some blush blossoming on his skin.

Without another word, my hand found his cheek again. My other hand finding its way to his hip. When our lips danced, my body felt as if it was lit by a cold storm. Supple lips moved with my own, gloved hands entangled in my hair as one of my thighs made its way between Gusion’s legs.

A throaty moan left the hero’s lips as my hand began to control his waist, making his hips roll back and forth on my thigh. His chest pressed into mine as I tried to gain control of his mouth. His noises were so amatory that all I wanted to do was hear more.

Fingers pulled my hair slightly when I began sucking on his tongue, feeling his erection twitch on my thigh. “You are a bit needy for meeting me for the first time.” I whispered, placing my lips by his neck. I played with the skin, sucking and nibbling the flesh until the brunette grinded on my leg harder.

I pressed further into him, hearing him gasp for air before he tried to speak. “Every hero-o has its wea-knesses. What are yours, Moskov?“ watching as his lips moved to say my name made me want to engrave it on his tongue.

“Why don’t you touch me and find out. If you do, we can switch roles here. “ I jested, happy with my odds. Gusion struggled not to ozz precum on my thigh from how erotic my smirk seemed at this moment.

However, he couldn’t help but mimick the smirk before his hands roamed my body.

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Chest to wall

Notes: Ugh… I’m so tired. There mayyyy be typos :p

Warning: Oral (Fem), masturbating (Male), Law being hot, Tats, nickname Mamas

Tenderly touches marked his skin, your heated fingertips making traces around the black ink. His chest rose and fell beneath your hands, eyes cloudy from exhaustion and lust. My teeth bit down on my lip, my eyes following his clenched jaw. He was stressed, his body tense as the bags under his eyes laid heavy. “Is there more you want?”

Your question rung in his mind as Law struggled not to focus on the curl of your fingers on his skin. At first, you came here to relieve stress from the busy Captain. Everyone is upstairs, partying and celebrating with the Strawhats while the two of you were tucked below. You knew the man would whisk away and try to get some work done. He’ll never change.

“You know the answer to that is never no.” Law groaned, his eyes shifting to your exposed body. A bra and a cheap pair of panties covered your body. Only a pair of Law’s boxers separated the two of you.

Large tatted hands held your hips, nails created crescent dents in your skin. Pressure was added to your hips the more you moved. Back and forth your hips went, friction teased your clothed clit. One of your hands held onto the captain’s shoulder while the other taunted the man’s tanned skin.

He was truly a sight to be hold. Raven black hair messy and unkept, hands calloused yet warm. The heat of his flesh clashed with the bitter winter night. Golden eyes peaked up at you, a stare filled with lust and erotic thoughts as you continue to grind on his thigh. “What would you like from me my captain?”

Another husky groan left his lips as the man began to pull you up his thigh. Your head felt heavy as a moan left your chapped lips. He was making you crazy as always. You came here to benefit him, however, it always turns back on you.

Whitty and devilish. Not many people got to experience this side of Law.

A lonely lantern lit the room, wood floors creaked beneath the two of you. Rough lips set your skin ablazed as the raven made a trail of kisses towards your chest. It took all your might not to fall on top of the man completely. Something about his lips sucked out all your strength. The more he nipped and nibbled your flesh, the more the moans from your lips struggled to be released.

“Let it out like a good girl for me ya?” Law demanded, golden eyes connecting with yours once again. He laid another kiss on your skin, keeping eye contact.

Blush bloomed on your cheeks, pants leaving your lips until your voice broke into a squeak. A hand came down on your ass, spanking you and making you jump a bit. Your panties pulled down with your movements, the sticky fabric smearing against your captain’s leg. “You’re making a mess on me mamas.” The raven smirked at the nickname.

He only called you it when the both of you were alone and no one could interrupt. It was endearing how the man was more verbally affectionate in secret. As a result, it brings out his teasing mannerisms.

Words stayed stuck on the tip of your tongue, a moan cutting through your throat as you humped his leg. Your wet cunt showed no shame, arousal dripping down your thighs. Filthy, dirty, your captain always made you in such a position with his sweet words and growing need.

Your hand traveled downward, feeling the raven’s happy trail beneath your fingers. Your touch traced lower until your finger glossed the raven’s suffocated cock. A throaty moan left the man’s lips in desperation as his lips left your body. A curse seethed through his teeth as you cupped his throbbing erection.

“Mamas…” Law whispered, his golden stare shifting to something more serious. The warmth of his hands left your body as he scooted a bit for his back to hit the wall.

A lump of anticipation built up in your throat, struggling to be pushed down. The man’s breaths were still heavy from lust as he smirked. “You’ve been a bad girl. Stand above me Mamas.” Law commanded, his finger gesturing you forward. Your body followed the man’s words before you could even focus.

Breasts pressed against the dark wood as your thighs surrounded the raven’s face. You looked down, seeing a smirk curl on Law’s lush lips. His tanned skin was highlighted by the lantern’s light, large hands roaming up and down your thighs. “You can take it.” He ensured as the faint touch of his finger brushed the wet spot on your panties.

Anxiety bubbled in your abdomen when the cold air harassed your clit. His fingers shifted your soaked panties, eyes studying your messy cunt with a lustful grin. The words in your throat felt stuck, whimpers leaving your lips until a tongue pressed on your cunt.

Wet and warm, Law’s tongue licked up the sticky liquid dripping from your pussy. His nose was buried in your cunt, his tongue working its way inside you. You could feel the movements of his head against your thighs as your hands gripped the walls for support.

It was too much for Law. The moans spilling from your lips, the soft mentions of his name. It was adorable how you always seem to moan his name unintentionally. Your taste was tangy yet sweet, something his tastebuds never forgot as his tongue craved more of. His tongue thrusted inside of you slowly, in and out as deep as he could. Your arousal spilled from his lips, dripping down his neck and chin.

While eating you out, the man began to palm his erection, his muffled moans vibrating in your cunt. Pleasure took over your body, causing you to hump his tongue out of desperation. When you moaned his name again, something inside the captain seemed to snap. With one hand, his fingers fumbled with his boxers until his hard cock twitched in his hand. Along with your hips, the captain pumped his cock to your rhythm, your noises making him go insane.

“I- close-“ You whimpered as your hot body seemed to melt the more Law’s tongue explored inside you. Your walls sucked in his tongue wanting more and more.

Law’s free hand rubbed up and down your thigh, urging you to continue until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Cum stuck to your thighs, oozing down Law’s lips as his tongue eased you through your orgasm.

Head clouded as your eyes laid heavy. His chest rose and fell, pressing harder on the wooden wall when Law spoke up. “You can take more, can’t you mamas?”

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Give in

Notes: My b, died for a bit :p

Warning: Threesome, face riding, masturbating (Male R), teasing? Idk

How much does it take for them to surrender? Your hands caressed both their cheeks, lining their jaw with your index before allowing their heads to fall. Each word that came from your lips held their attention. “Are you still ok with this little game?”

Your eyes lingered on each separately, one stared at you with a flushed face and hooded eyes. His hazel hair was neatly done, his hands cuffed behind his back as he shook his leg eagerly. The crimson on his cheeks dripped down his neck, exposing the secret enjoyment he felt in such a situation. Unlike his normal outfits, the one he had on was simple, easy to take off. “Are you, Gusion?” The brunette nodded feverishly, struggling to not hide his anxiousness.

With a sweet smile, you turned your head to your other partner. His long dark locks framing his ebony skin. It was a rich yet pure color. Sadly, that flawless skin was cursed with a scar across it. Engraved from years ago, it stained the man. His lips, full and reddened, they tugged into a small smirk. “If this is what you want.” He answered in a cocky manner. He was under the impression that you’d be easy on him, or that you can’t go through with the deal they made. The three of you made a bet that you couldn’t take control, or at least not well.

Gusion, always eager to please, was your first on the list. The two men sat side by side, both awaiting the first command. “Gusion my dear, would you like me to touch you?” The question obviously had a sort of caveat, however the brunette didn’t care. Being restrained made his skin burn, his face a light pink. It was beginning to drive him insane. He nodded a few times, failing to keep his excitement at bay.

You took a seat on the edge of your bed, your legs crossed after adjusting the waist line of your favorite panties. The matching set has seem better days, yet drives your men crazy.

A thought ran in your mind seeing Moskov look up and down at you with lust glowing from his crimson stare. At first, you were going to tease Gusion the way you always had, however, today will be different. “My dear.” You cooed, getting the brunette’s immediate attention. “Lay down for me.” The command was heard loud and clear. With his hands cuffed he crawled forward. He laid by his back in front of the bed, his hands over his head.

He couldn’t help how his eyes traced over the curve of your ass as you stood above him. Realization settled in his mind, watching your delicate fingers pull on the sides of your panties, slipping off the fabric before tossing it in Moskov’s direction. The raven’s eyes lingered on the stained cloth, the wet stain prominent and distracting.

In a taunting manner, your hips lowered onto Gusion’s face, your thighs planted on each side. Your hands squeezed his hips as your cunt dripped over his face. It hovered, taunted him as your stare clashed with Moskov’s. The man’s hands were still confined in their cuffs, his legs crossed as he adjusted his lap slightly.

“Please…” Gusion uttered as his tongue peaked from his lips. He wanted it, your cunt on his tongue, using his face to give yourself undeniable pleasure. The thought made his body twitch, making a tent form in his pants. Softly, your hands rubbed up and down his hips. “Do you want to be a good boy, Gusion?”

You could feel Gusion’s cheeks rub against your thigh as he feverishly nodded. “Please, Mommy. Let me be your good boy-“ The wealthy man was cut off in a heart beat. His tongue pressed against your cunt sinfully, his saliva mixing with your arousal as he began to make small circles. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as you sat completely still.

Twitching, Gusion’s legs began to shift uncomfortably as his tongue worked on your pussy. He enjoyed every second of it, hearing your small moans and groans as he licked every inch of your cunt. Muffled, his pleasure could be heard and felt on your folds. With your gaze shifting from the lustful stare of Moskov, one of your hands fell on Gusion’s thigh, making its way to the bulge in his pants. Your gazed flicked back up to the raven, his chest and shoulders tensed as he watched every move you made.

One finger was all it took to have Gusion buckling under your lower lips. Your thumb pressed on the bulge softly before running down it at a slow rate. “Does my good boy feel that good eating out Mommy?” Once again you could feel Gusion nod, his tongue moving up and down over and over. It bumped your clit, making you stifle a moan.

“If only Moskov was a good boy, he’d get this kind of treatment too.” The raven’s back straighten from the words, his eyes wide as a bit of crimson adds to his ebony skin. So pretty, yet so dangerous. “Do you want to be Mommy’s good boy, Moskov?” Your words echoed in the air, complimented by the stifled noises from Gusion’s lips. He kept working on your cunt, while the raven remained speechless.

“Come here, baby.” You called, your finger gesturing him closer between Gusion’s legs. Something about seeing the raven struggle to crawl towards you, made you smirk. His lips pursed together before turning into a frown, “You know how I feel about pet names…” Moskov trailed off, scarlet lightening on his cheeks.

A chuckle came from your lips as your palm placed flat on Gusion’s trapped erection. His moan broke through your cunt as you cupped him. A faint trace of your body heat lingered on his bulge, but it was more then enough to have him whining. “Put your hand on mine, baby.” You urged as you begin to rock your body back and forth. Your hand grinded up and down Gusion’s throbbing cock while your hips began to rock on his tongue.

With hesitation, the raven put his hand over yours, adding pressure to Gusion’s aching cock. “Fuck.” Gusion hissed, his tongue starting to probe inside of you. He needed more, he wanted to taste you and be touch… touched by

His head began to spin the longer his cock was played with. He wanted more, he wanted… he needed… “Mommy… can Moskov please touch me…” the brunette begged, his hips jetting back and forth to meet the hands of his lovers’.

You leered at the request, watching Moskov’s eyes narrow on the throb of Gusion’s cock beneath him. “What was that, my dear?” You teased again, pressing down on the bulge.

It was so cute watching Gusion stutter under your clit. “C-Can Moskov touch my cock Mommy?” The brunette cried before slamming his tongue back inside you, going deeper then before. You couldn’t help but hump Gusion’s face, matching his eagerness as your hand left his pants. Shakily, Moskov’s hands tugged and pulled on Gusion’s pants until his cock sprung free.

“Good boys.”

Your words echoed in Moskov’s mind as his finger traced the precum dripping from Gusion’s cock. He slowly pumped him, bringing his rough hands up and down the scorching skin. With each thrust he could feel the veins on Gusion’s erection, his flesh sticky from how much the brunette oozed all over him. “You’re so needy.” Moskov commented, his eyes lazy and cheeks reddened. His other hand gripped Gusion’s thigh, squeezing the skin as he watched you ride his face.

An apology brushed your cunt from Gusion’s lips, he was too sensitive to mouth the words properly, too horny to care. You knew he wouldn’t last long and neither would you from how his tongue moved inside of you. Each time he went inside, he’d try to taste more, greedy for your juices.

“Do you want to be my good boy, Moskov? Give in.” You demanded, eyeing the erection raging in his pants. Humping Gusion’s face, your chest rested on his abdomen. Before your face was the cock Moskov was pumping desperately. What a filthy sight.

You reached out your hand between Moskov’s legs. “Are you a good boy Moskov? Hump Mommy’s hand.” The demand didn’t go unheard. As you cupped the raven’s erection, his body reacted on its own. His hips met your palm roughly. He desperately pushed into your hand, so much so that the tip of his cock poked out from his pants. “I want to be Mommy’s good boy.” Moskov cried out as his precum oozed from his reddish tip. He looked so pretty, sweat beading down his neck as his bangs stuck to his forehead. Teeth tore into his plump lips as he rode your hand the best he could.

The tongue inside of you devoured your dripping cunt. The juice making a mess of the brunettes face and chest. Crimson stained his skin, his hand clenching the fat of your ass and thighs.

“What good boys, giving into Mommy’s desires.”

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Someone requested yin/Lieh? Writing it rn.

[goszixx]

Can I take a look inside?

Note: I’m in love with this man

Warning: He calls you Mamas, oral female receiving, massages, he’s your boss, praising, in his office.

You could feel the sweat forming on your neck even in the cold air spewing out of the AC vent above you. You never understood why his office needed to be so cold. It’s not like it was hot outside either, just something the agent enjoyed. It’s not like you were able to question his methods. After all, he is Granger. One of the top agents in the organization, and your boss.

He batted his curled lashes at the report, dark eyes narrowing on on the letters marking the paper. Tan skin slid across the paper in hesitance, as if stuck on something. You assumed it was a typo and cursed yourself for it.

Whisky sat on his desk; a small portion settling in his custom made glass. “How does it look? I know we didn’t get the exact information you needed but…” trailing off, you hesitated to finish. The black office chair squeaked when your boss leaned back. A sigh left reddened lips. You couldn’t help your eyes tracing the perfect arch they made of the pretty point of his nose. His brows were thin, eyes narrowed.

It was best that you divert your attention to something else while he continued to read. The walls of his office were a pastel blue, his light born coat hung up in the corner of the room. His guns laid on the wall, along with a leather couch. Its pretty common for the agent to sleep in his office. From what you’ve heard, he rarely goes home.

“Thank you.” He mutters, eyes lifting to feel around your nervous frame. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him. He noticed how straight your back was and how your fingers picked at one another. “Is there something else you want to say?”

Sometimes it irked you how perceptive he was. “No.” Granger raised a brow at the slight hitch in your breath. Pushing his chair back slightly, he placed the report on his desk. He moved some other files over, creating a blank space on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, his hand ran through his mitched matched hair. It always seemed so fluffy, it almost made you jealous. “There is nothing else regarding the mis-“

“Then what is this about?” Granger cut off, nudging his chair farther back to create some room between him and his desk. His eyes lingered at the helm of your skirt to your exposed thighs. It was only for an instant, but you caught the glance. “It is nothing appropriate for a work setting.” Your voice came out in a shy manner. It bothered you how well the agent can thow you off your game. Even so, your face held straight.

“Sit.” He ordered, his chair rocking a bit from him adjusting. You hesitated, causing granger to raise a brow. “Can’t listen to your commanding officer?”

A lump built up in your throat. “That’s not it…” Painstakingly, you walked closer to his desk, taking a seat so you faced your commanding officer. Your thighs pressed tight together underneath your black skirt. Granger took his time taking in your position. Your hands held you up on the sides, one palm stuffed in the report you just gave him. The other gripped near the edge of the furniture; nails trying not to carve into the wood out of anticipation. “Are you tired?”

Granger watched your face, his hand reaching towards your exposed legs. He pulled one of your legs onto the arm of his chair. Rough hands caressed your smooth skin. The cold of the room contrasted with the warmth of the agent. His fingers worked into your calf before rubbing across your thigh. You couldn’t help but melt into the touch. “We are at work Granger.” You pushed out softly.

“No one will come in. Everyone is out for the day. Why don’t you tell me what happened, Mamas.”

The agent could feel you tense from the nickname, blush adding to your cheeks. His husk voice said it with ease no matter how embarrassed it made you. He switched focus, his hands moving to ease your other leg, spreading them in the process. “Did something happen on the mission?” He asked again. His eyes flickered to your blue panties, resisting the urge to take them off in a less appropriate fashion.

Lips pressed against the end of your thigh, large hands supporting the rest of the leg. The kisses persisted, getting slower and slower by the second. At one point, you wondered if Granger gave up on trying to get the information out of you. He seemed to just be enjoying your legs, the warmth, how soft they are. The smell of perfume stuck to your skin. It was sweet. “You smell how you taste.” He groaned, annoyed by how stubborn you were being.

Granger isn’t the type to let anger simmer. He rather everything be out in the open then be kept inside. “You had a mission with Silvana recently…” you started, blush adding to your cheeks. You refused to look Granger in the eyes as you utter your next words. “I got jealous.”

Silence. It would be a lie to say it didn’t make you anxious. Warmth left your legs slowly. They were placed gently back, hanging off the sides of his desk. The agent pushed back his chair. It thumped against the wall a bit. You slowly opened your eyes, surprised to see Granger on his knees, taking off his coat. He pulled the fabric off himself gingerly, his head tilted up to meet your wide eyes. “I can’t get this dirty but I need to show you there’s nothing to be jealous about.

Hands slid up your thighs, pulling you forward so his face was stuffed between them. The end of your skirt was bunched up by your waist, your pretty panties on full display. “Can I take a look inside?”

Teeth chewed at your lips as a finger pulled at the fabric of your underwear. Granger blinked a few times seeing the wet spot growing on the clothing. Once panties were off, an electric chill went down your spine. The sudden realization, of what is about to happen made you self conscious. Though, that feeling melted away when you you saw Granger bring your panties to his nose, taking a deep breath. The grip he had on your thigh tightened.

“Yes.” You whispered, eyes heavy as your boss ran kisses up your thighs. He put the panties in his lap as he focused on easing his hunger. “It was for a mission. You’re still mine Mamas, and I’m still yours.”

His wet tongue rubbed up and down your folds, gathering all the juices he could on his tongue. You couldn’t help but flinch when his nose bumped into your clit. Both of his hands adjusted your legs, making them draped over his shoulders. The movement made you struggle to balance. Granger gave a slow kiss on your clit before peeking up. “Squeeze your legs, no need to be shy.”

You did as told, pushing Granger onto your dripping cunt. The agent wasted no time picking up where he left off, leaving slow kisses on your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves, his eyes closed and breathes heavy. Hands tugged into his hair when his tongue began to ease past your folds. He groaned, vibrating the skin. Between your soft hands tugging his fluffy hair and the moans coming from your lips, he couldn’t help the blood rushing to his cock.

Granger shifted slightly, wanting to focus his attention on you and you only. “There you go Mamas. Do you feel good?” The agents pushed his tongue past your fold again, this time repeating the action over and over. He was a starved man. How could he hold back when you make such beautiful noises?

“Yes, you feel so good Granger.” You cried, voice shaky as your legs squeezed him tighter. His hands massaged your thighs, making you flinch from the pleasure. They rubbed up and down your legs, easing you to take more of his tongue. His nose bumped against your throbbing clit; making you whine from the minimal friction.

Another whine came from your lips. You were trying your hardest not to pull his hair too hard from how good you felt. Wet noises corrupted the office, a small pop made it all stop when Granger removed his tongue. His head peaked up again, his lips red and covered in your sweetness. A goofy smile bloomed on the agents face. He was drunk off of you.

“Ready to come on my face, Mamas?”

It took you a moment to answer, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Y-yes. Please Granger.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. The man gave slow kisses to your thighs again, pampering whatever skin he could get his hands on. He laid another kiss on your clit before rolling his tongue on the bud. His wet tongue slid across the nerves in a circular motion.

Granger kept his pace slow, wanting to feel you quiver against his tongue before speeding up. His lips curled from the fingers tightening in his hair. “Faster… fuck faster Granger.”

He did just that, his hands holding your thighs steady as his tongue worked you. Drool clung to your thighs as your cum coated his lips and nose. Granger helped your ride out your orgasm. His tongue slowing down on your clit before he laid kisses on your folds. You shifted uncomfortably, mewling from the overstimulation. “Grange-r-r…”

“I know, I know Mamas but let me clean up my mess. I can’t let your cum go to waste.”

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I’m sorry

Note: Honestly I had so many ideas that I didn’t want to write :( but! My friend gave me this idea and I think I wrote it alright.

Warning: male masturbation, blindfold, hair pulling, overstimulated, needy Yuta needs reader, horny Yuta. 

Shaky hands slid across his skin. They lowered, rubbing down creamy flesh and the dips of his chest. He felt as if he was on fire. Warm and sweaty, blush flushing his cheeks as his pants became tighter.

Yuta didn’t think he could get so riled up from a photo. But you were so beautiful, wearing such a tight dress that hugged your chest so nice, showing just enough to keep his mind racing. “I’m so-r-ry.” The raven babbled, drool leaking from his chin. He could barely touch himself without picturing your hand again.

You were out with your friends at a classy bar. The outing was to celebrate your close friend’s birthday. You warned Yuta he’d be alone in your apartment for a while but he thought he could handle himself. Truth is, the raven has been pent up recently. With constant tasks nipping at his heels, Yuta has been very busy as of late.

Besides a water down make out session in the kitchen and small pecks on the lips on his way to work. The poor man hasn’t had any action. He was desperate. Desperate for your touch and apple red lips. They were so soft on him, kissing him, sucking him.

A groan left Yuta’s lips as his hand patted the crotch of his dress pants. His legs wobbled as his frame leaned on the kitchen island. His palm settled on the buldge, pressing lightly and hissing from the discomfort. The sharp prick of his teeth settled on his chapped lips. Wet, his tongue glided across them. He continued chewing, debating on wether or not he should go through with it.

Added pressure had Yuta falling to his knees. His pant’s squeezed around his erection in the most agitating way that he just had to unzip them. The raven swallowed hard from the wet spot growing on his panties. It was driving him insane. The embarrassment, the pleasure, the pain.

Embarrassment of coming undone in the most depriving way. His body half covered on the kitchen floor. He was so weak he could barely make it from the enterance of the walk way. But how could he? With the burning feeling of his cock pulsing in his pant’s, his hot hands desperately touching himself.

Crimson bloomed on his pale face as he thought about something you mentioned earlier.

“A lack of a sensation can make your body sensitive.”

The words rang, causing Yuta’s head to throb. His fingers worked on his tie, eyes large and slightly teary. He tied the clothing over his eyes and ears, making his hair fall messily over the band. Weirdly enough, it helped with the embarrassment leaking from his cock.

“I’m so-rry.” He repeated, teeth leaving his lips to break into a moan as his back slumped against the counter. His fingers played with his nipples, his free hand roughly pulling down his underwear. A few strokes down his cock had him choking. His calloused hands had him hissing as heat enveloped his cock. “So pre-tty~”

“I could say the same about you, Yuta.” In a lustful whisper you spoke, fingers impatiently threaded into his hair. Your velvet covered hands soothed his scalp. You could feel him jump from your words. His embarrassment skyrocketing. With the jump came something even more pathetic. Yuta came on the spot, cum staining his white button up.

He scrambled as cum continued to ooze from his cock. “H-Hone-y I~” He tried pulling off the tie from his face but froze from the grip on his hair. Yuta whimpered, more blush highlighting his gorgeous skin.

Somehow, he could feel your eyes on him, watching him and judging him. It made his erection twitch alive. A comical scoff left your enchanting lips. “Do you need some help? You came once but that doesn’t seem to be enough.”

A clothed finger poked at Yuta’s tip. Swirling around the head before swiping over the slit. The babbling raven couldn’t help but drool. “Yuta, your getting my gloves dirty.” You stated, dipping down on your knees. Watching his legs jerk from the little physical attention you gave him, made a small smirk bloom on your painted lips. “These cost a fortune, how will you ever pay for these?”

“I-I-“ He tried to start but his mind was racing. His nails scraped against the floor boards, pleasure overwhelming his body. “I’ll buy you a… new pair… I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Yuta tried to reason between his pants.

You couldn’t help but smile at the response, giving the raven a small kiss . Your lips lingered on his. One hand guiding his head by your hair, the other started to pump his weeping erection. Yuta kissed you feverishly. His tongue was sloppy as his mind tried focusing on not thrusting into your hand. “There you go Yuta. Now can you be a good boy for me and cum on my hand?”

The words traced the pale skin of the man’s neck as your lips trailed down his exposed body slowly. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut, his body felt burnt alive yet limp. “Just came… honey I…”

He was lost. Lost in what to focus on and what to do besides melt into your hands and kisses. “I know, but try.” You cooed. Yuta nodded wearily before thrusting into your hand to his content.

He wanted to come for you so badly it was painful. He’d do just about anything to please you.

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I might start writing stuff for ORV once I get time again. Sorry for being busy :(