⟶ when your friends found an old book with frayed pages and symbols you couldn’t begin to decipher, you assumed it was a prank, a book from spirit halloween. never in a millennia would you assume the book was real, or that an incubus was waiting to be summoned inside.
𓄃 day two of @chimivx and i’s kinktober!
𓄃 incubus!joong x fem!reader | wc ~5k
𓄃 heed the warnings im not your mother: smut minors dni, he’s a demon lol, oral f!rec, ass slapping, dubcon if you squint, p in v, a seance happens, exhibitionism if u squint, degradation, he calls her a bitch once
“Come on,” Yunjin giggled, pushing the book into your chest. It smelled like dust and rot, the massive brown leather book, something Yunjin and Chaewon claimed to have found in the basement beneath your school’s library. Enscripted with symbols on the front too faded to be legible, you assumed they found it at Spirit Halloween, and were using it to prank you. She tilted her head to the side, a hand on her hip, “What are you, scared?”
You scoffed, clutching the book tighter to your chest. “What do I have to be scared about? A fake ass book you bought for fifteen bucks?”
You held it out in front of you, flipping it open, the pages frayed and the color of coffee mixed with far too much cream. The book smelled different when you split it to its middle, the warmth of honey, harsh notes of tobacco, it smelled… Manly. Your eyes laid over the symbols written in lines, brows furrowing at the illustrations, the creatures that seemed to crawl across the page.
Your stomach felt queasy. You glanced back up at Yunjin, Chaewon at her side, the two still wearing excited grins. Chaewon grabs the book from your grip, “Tonight we’ll read it, since it’s mischief night. Hallows’ Eve.”
The two let their fingers dance in front of them, giggling as they whispered oooh to spook you. The air in your dorm room felt heavier, as if the book itself brought a presence, taking up more space than it seemed to in your shared, cramped bedroom. The room didn’t have much more space to spare.
“You guys are really dragging this out,” you waved a hand, sitting back on your bed, trying to force the disturbing feelings out. “I’ll entertain it, since it’s spooky season.”
“It’s Halloween tomorrow,” Yunjin corrects, taking the book from Chaewon and laying it on her desk beneath the window. The setting sun creeping in from outside seemed to miss the book entirely, the shade of brown never changing. “It’s not even spooky season, it’s the spookiest twenty-four hours in the whole year. The portal opens tonight at midnight, that’s when we’ll read it.”
“The portal?” You choke out a laugh, brows in your hairline, “Oh, you’ve lost it, girl.”
“Don’t ruin my fun,” Yunjin bites back, gaze pointed at you, brows slanted. “I like this stuff, Halloween isn’t just slutty costumes and jungle juice.”
You raise your hands in defeat, smile still playing on your lips, “Your wish is my command. You’ve converted me to a believer.”
Yunjin’s smile is bright, “Good. I’m gonna finish my essay, after dinner we can set up and start.”
“Yay!” Chaewon adds excitedly, tucking herself into her own bed, “I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up when it’s time.”
You sat back on your elbows, eyes sliding over to the book again as if it called for you. Your gaze lingered, mind thoughtless, whispers clawing at your ears, ones you pushed out with one shake of your head. Tucking yourself into your sheets and forcing your eyes closed, you reminded yourself that it was just a book they found at a Halloween store, they were just messing with you. You wouldn’t let them have that much fun.
You woke up what felt like an eternity later to Yunjin and Chaewon shuffling about your living room. You sat up in shock, chest heaving, eyes wide, body encased in a sheen of sweat. Did you have a nightmare?
“Finally,” Yunjin says from the far corner of the room, in front of the kitchen, arms full of candles. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
A shiver racks down your spine at the sight of her. Black hair down to her hips, a dark tank on her torso, sweatpants hung on her hips, she looked paler than she usually looked. As if she was straight out of your nightmare— if it was a nightmare. Your thighs were clamped shut.
Chaewon was in the midst of clearing the common space in front of the TV, sliding the coffee table over, making sure every trinket and knick-knack was out of the way. Even she, sunshine incarnate, looked drained.
“It’s eleven forty five,” Chaewon has a hand on her hip, hair that seems to have lost all of its luster tucked behind her ear.
“I slept for five hours?” Your eyes widen, surprise etched into all of your features. You look around the living room, eyebrows quickly etching together, “Didn’t I fall asleep in our room?”
“No?” Yunjin’s confused face feels sinister as she sits on the floor before the couch you laid on, placing the candles down in a circle. You notice then that the book sits in the middle of the floor, with three cushions from your couch circling it, candles creating a wider circle around them.
You release a shaky breath, eeriness licking down your spine. Your limbs felt heavy as you pulled the blanket off your body, and the cold air of your living room hitting your skin wasn’t refreshing in the slightest. Everything felt off.
Chaewon uses a match to light each candle, crawling around the circle, the crackling of fire the only sound.
“Come on,” Yunjin urges, “You get that seat.”
She points to the one across from her, the book facing the cushion as if you’d be the one picking it up. You stand on shaky legs, trying to laugh off your discomfort, “You guys are really taking this seriously.”
“Our school has history, you know,” Yunjin says as you take the seat across from her in the circle. The hair on your arms stands at the way her voice drops, slipping into something darker, “Legend says that our school had a demon.”
“A demon?” A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, “Be serious.”
“She is serious,” Chaewon says quietly, sitting beside you with her legs crossed. The candles illuminate her face a warm orange, her voice barely above a whisper, tone completely truthful. You swallow.
“Red eyes and orange hair like fire,” Yunjin smiles, “He was known to prey on girls asleep in their dorms. Waking them up in the middle of night, hands on their bodies, pulling their clothes off…”
“A sex demon?!” You giggle, voice returning to disbelief, “You guys can’t seriously believe that.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah, alright. I’ll let you guys know if I see bloody eyes and fiery hair.”
Yunjin and Chaewon share a look, something you can’t place, and the way they seem so serious makes your hands tremble. Chaewon clears her throat, “If you really don’t believe, then you read.”
Shaky hands that don’t feel like yours reach in front of you, using all your strength to pick up the massive book, the heat from the candles making the sweat already lingering on your skin worse. The book sits heavy in your lap, the spine digging into your crossed legs, the weight and sting of pain feeling like a promise.
Your hands lay over the cover, the leather soft with its years of use, and your palms tingle with each touch of skin to leather. You take a deep breath, letting the feeling sit within you instead of overwhelming you, then flip it open.
Your arms don’t feel like yours anymore. Your hands feel… Other. The book opens somewhere in the middle, pages flipping past with symbols you couldn’t recognize if you tried, that same scent of honey and tobacco and ash entering your lungs. This wasn’t a fake book from Spirit Halloween. This wasn’t something they were using to prank you.
You looked up at your two friends who were staring at you with beady eyes and parted lips, as if they’d start drooling soon if you didn’t hurry. You glanced back down at the book, shapes and words in another language, your eyes scanned the page, trying to make sense of what was in front of you, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know this language.
“I can’t read it,” you glance up again, feeling like there was minimal breath in your lungs. As if the book sucked it all out.
Yunjin nodded, “You can. Try.”
One hand runs over the pages, top to bottom, feeling the words instead of reading them with hands that weren’t yours anymore. Your brain seemed to turn on, connecting the symbols to words, memories coming back that were never yours to begin with.
Then you began reading.
While your ears remained your own, they didn’t recognize what they heard. A dialect from long ago it seemed, you would only hear something like this in a TV show. Your voice sounded deeper, darker, laced with someone else, something else, your eyes stayed locked in on the book.
Yunjin and Chaewon caught on quick, repeating what you were saying, their voices slipping into the same tone yours had. You weren’t speaking or repeating, you were chanting.
The candles around you flickered.
Your heart began to race with each sound that left your lips.
Your chin tipped up, muscles and joints sacrificed, eyes tearing as they stared at your ceiling dark as night. The chanting began to hurt, throat feeling raw, stomach bubbling with nausea, your body rejecting it.
You fought to breathe between words, sucking breath into lungs that weren’t yours, letting the tears fall. Whatever was fighting its way into your body, you wouldn’t let it.
You willed your fingers to grip the book harder, blinking away your tears, tucking your chin back down to your chest. You tried to think the word No, you tried to replace the chant leaving your lips with No, you used every ounce of willpower you had left to fight with the word No.
The room felt quieter, your voice singled out. You realized then that Yunjin and Chaewon had passed out, their bodies unconscious on the hardwood floor, and then the room went dark. Midnight dark, as if there were no windows allowing moonlight inside, the only smell in the room was burnt wax and tobacco.
You heaved a breath, you didn’t know when you stopped speaking, blinking as if you were allowing your consciousness back inside your body. You threw the book off your lap, back in the center of the circle, body tingling.
“Ouch,” a voice ripped you out of your mind, and you shrieked. “That book is heavy, you know. Don’t throw it at me.”
You tilted your chin up slowly, hand clawing at your heart racing in your chest, eyes wide as they stared up at the being before you.
Skin pale as cream, eyes red as blood, hair like a blazing wildfire— You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“I’m not kidding you,” he bent down in front of you, clothes the color of coal, so tight to his beautiful body they looked painted on. He was fucking beautiful. “You summoned me with this.”
He picks up the book with one hand as if it weighed nothing, a giggle leaving his lips, sounding sweet as candy. He looked sweet as candy. He smiles at you, dazzling white teeth, pointed canines, a smile that was to die for. Cheekbones high and sculpted, you couldn’t speak, too stunned by his beauty, the symmetry.
“Do you speak?” He raises his brows, throwing the book back down.
You swallow, breaths picking up, blinking rapidly. Your voice comes out small, shaky with fear, “Yes.”
“Looks like I was too much for your friends here,” his eyes glanced at your friends passed out on the floor, then landed back on you, a sparkle in the deep red. “But not you.”
You didn’t know what to say. You glanced back and forth between your friends and him, then to the front door just a few feet away, gauging how fast you had to be to run.
“Don’t even think about it,” he stands, running a hand through his hair. Can he hear your thoughts?
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, seen real humans. I’ve been locked up for too long.”
“Locked up?” You ask, chin tipped up to see him, eyes still wide and glossy.
“Locked up, sealed, same shit,” he shrugs, walking over to your couch, then sits where you were asleep just a little while ago. A smirk graces his lips, voice dripping in amusement, “Reeks of sex on this couch. What were you dreaming about?”
Your cheeks burn. You stutter, “I-I had a nightmare.”
“No you didn’t,” his smirk is venomous, vile, “That was me. Couldn’t do anything while you were in your bedroom with these weakling girls.”
Your lips part, “I knew I fell asleep in my bed. What did you do to me?”
“Nothing you didn’t enjoy. You taste sweet, you know,” he tilts his head, licking his teeth with a perfectly pink tongue, “Could only get a small taste because I wasn’t here. That's why you summoned me, right? For the real deal?”
“No, I—” you shake your head, voice growing in pitch, “They told me to summon you. They showed me that book.”
He leans forward, elbows on his knees, “But you are the only one who could do it. That’s why they’re knocked out like cowards.”
You try to form words, mind running a mile a minute. You lick your lips, glancing down at the mess of melted candles and unconscious bodies before you, at the very real demon sitting across from you. You had to still be asleep. This couldn’t be real. Right?
“I’m the real deal, baby,” he stands, walking towards you, and you shimmy backwards as he bends down before you. “Don’t be afraid. I’m nice.”
With your hands stretched out behind you and your knees bent up in front of you, trying to create some kind of distance, maybe a shield, you sputter. “Y-You’re a demon.”
“I’m more than just a demon,” he bares those beautiful teeth again, “I’m Hongjoong.”
“I don’t understand,” your voice is barely above a whisper. Fear should be eating you alive right now, sitting heavy in your gut, but his blood-red eyes scream kind and his smile is nothing like what you imagine a demon’s to be.
“Let me show you what kind of demon I am,” he reaches forward, hands landing on your knees. “You’ve already had it, you just can’t remember.”
“I don’t—” you shake your head, “—I don’t think this is okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” he leans forward, spreading your knees to make room for himself, “You haven’t been touched in a long time, I know.”
Your eyebrows reach your hairline, how does he know that? He chuckles, “When was it, February? March? I got a good peek inside that pretty head of yours.”
Your lips part as he leans over you, hands planted beside your head, “You haven’t slept with anyone else because you think it’s pointless. No one can make you feel good except yourself, right?”
You stare at him wide-eyed. “How do you know that?”
“I helped you while you were summoning me. Your human body needed a little extra strength, and you left your mind wide open. Be careful next time, baby.”
The use of the pet name falling off his pretty, glossy lips sends a rush of arousal straight to your core. This can’t be real, he’s not real, you were not getting horny for a demon.
He sits back on his calves, hands landing on your hips, eyes raking over your body. “Don’t fight it, that’s pointless. Your body recognizes me, it wants me. Let yourself feel good.”
“Why— How,” you shake your head, “I don’t get it. I summon you and you try to have sex with me?”
He shows those beautiful teeth again, the only light in the dark room, “Orgasms feed me, give me strength. It’s only a matter of time before the spell you used to unseal me picks back up again. Some mages you had here back in the day, they knew how to make a damn good seal.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. Mages? Spells? But all you asked was, “Orgasms sustain you?”
He nods, “Yours, my own, pleasure keeps me here. Think it makes sense that I’ve gotten quite good at it, yeah?”
You find yourself nodding reluctantly. He smiles, “Then it’s a win-win. Your orgasm earlier is what helped me help you summon me, so I’ve already made you cum once. Let me show you what else I can do.”
You blink at him as his hands slide up your thighs, landing on your knees again, parting them slowly. His hands glide down the backs of your thighs, sliding against the polyester of your yoga pants, his touch raising shivers down your arched spine.
“Yes,” you finally answer when you feel the arousal pooled in your panties, probably dampening the pants that clung to you.
All the kindness in his eyes was gone. His fingers hooked into your waistband before you could give it a second thought, throwing your yoga pants off to the side, landing next to Chaewon. Your eyes widened, “What if they—”
“They won’t wake up,” he says harshly, fingers burning every inch of your bare skin, “I made sure of it.”
You couldn’t spare it any thought as his torso landed on the hardwood, arms hooking around your thighs, long tongue licking a wet, fat stripe up your folds. Your head tips back as a moan rips from your throat, hands clawing at the floor beside your body.
He groans into you, “So wet, so sweet. I knew you’d be the one.”
You cry out as his lips swirl around your clit, sucking harshly, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. His words barely register in your mind as his nose bumps your clit, tongue slipping inside, massaging your walls, far better than anyone that has ever been between your legs before.
Your hands slide into his hair, soft as silk, electric orange between your fingers, you pull when his nose bumps your clit again.
He groaned, “Fuck, been years since someone’s done that.”
Your chest heaves, pleasure invading every one of your senses, a pit forming in your gut too fast from his tongue. Your moans heighten in pitch, fingers holding his head between your thighs, “Hongjoong, holy shit, I’m gonna—”
He pulled away, slipping a hand from beneath your thigh. You barely have a moment to whine before he’s slipping his fingers inside, curling them into your walls, and his lips suck around your clit and before you know it—
“I’m cumming,” you cry, body locking in his grip, fingers pulling at his hair as every one of your nerve endings burn. Your orgasm washes over you roughly, body jerking and hips rocking into him, pleasure consuming all of you.
He keeps his fingers pumping inside you at a steady pace while he pulls his face away, licking his lips, smiling lazily up at you. Your eyes are wide, lifting yourself on one elbow, hips still twitching against him. No one has ever made you cum that fast.
“Told you,” his smile grows, “Easy.”
“What do you mean ‘I’m the one’?” You ask, chest still heaving, and he finally slips his fingers out of you, popping them into his mouth to lick them clean.
“Too much to explain,” he says nonchalantly, lifting himself onto his knees.
“Tell me,” you urge without reaction as he pulls your hips flush to him. “If you tell me, we can go to my room.”
“I don’t care where I fuck you, human,” he shrugs, “Floor is as good as a bed to me.”
You cross your legs, and he tilts his head back with a groan. You ask, “And what do you mean you made sure they won’t wake up? Yunjin and Chaewon? What did you do to them?”
“I put them to sleep, they’ll wake when I allow it,” he’s staring at you through slanted brows, “You’re the one who would gain me a physical body again, I smelled it on you.”
You swallowed as he plants heavy hands on your shins. You stick your chin up in an attempt to stand your ground, “What did you smell?”
“Desparation,” he bites, pushing your legs open again, “I could smell it from stories below, while you were up there studying useless human subjects, wishing you were at home with one of your toys stuffed inside you. I could hear your thoughts, I could smell your lust.”
Your cheeks burned again, “So you sought me out through my roommates because you smelled that I was horny?”
“Did it not work?” He looks around the room, at your friends passed out, the melted candles, the book.
You scowled. You couldn’t place why you were arguing with him now, after one alleged orgasm and a real one. Maybe you should have argued at the start.
“Are you done now?” He lifts a brow, “I’ve had enough with the useless questions.”
He doesn’t wait for your answer before he’s pulling you upward, tugging you towards your own bedroom, and pushing you back onto your twin sized mattress. You hit the comforter with a yelp and he’s already flipping you over, pulling you up by your hips until you’re resting on your knees.
There was no kindness left in him, not a shred of what you saw in him earlier. A demon has no conscience, no soul, no need to pay any mind to human emotion. You don’t know why it makes your heart race faster, or why it has your cunt clenching around nothing.
You turn your head, cheek planted on the mattress, and try to look back at him through your lashes. You catch him just as he’s pulling his ridiculously tight pants down his legs, cock springing up against his abdomen, a wicked smile painted across his lips. Your toes curl at the sight, lips parting as you catch a glimpse of his length, oozing with precum, curved towards him.
You didn’t need his kindness. You needed him inside you.
“I’ll go easy on you,” he presses a knee to your mattress, a hand on your ass as he lines himself up at your center.
“Don’t,” you sigh, “I want to feel everything.”
He meets your eye, his gaze blazing as brightly as his hair, and then he slips inside. You cry out at the stretch, feeling each vein pulsing against your walls, his tip curling against you so good. The pleasure was blinding, no one has ever fit so perfectly, has ever evoked so much pleasure just by being inside you. Fingers curling at your sheets, you moan a curse, followed by, “Oh my god, oh my god.”
“God’s not the one fucking you,” Hongjoong grunts, pulling out just to force himself back inside, “I am.”
Your hips rock backward on command, eyes rolling as he picks up a rhythm, cock drilling inside you with precision. He smirks, “When’s the last time you had cock in this tight little pussy?” He lays a heavy smack on your ass, “Do you even remember how it feels?”
The noise that leaves your throat is somewhere between a whine and a cry, “N-No.”
“I’ll remind you,” his hands hold onto your hips tight, fingers sinking into your skin, “I’ll fuck you until all you can remember is my cock.” He fucks into you faster, angling his hips to press his cock against the front of your walls, “You’ll wanna keep me here just to fuck you. All the time.”
Your fingers claw at your sheets, cries slurring together, knees spreading the deeper he fucks you. The pleasure was mind-boggling, your features twisting together, mouth permanently split open, all you could think was Hongjoong. You might already be addicted to his cock.
He lays another smack on your ass and laughs from behind you. “Don’t tell me you’re already dumb.”
Wet lashes peer back at him and his cock twitches at the sight of your flushed, fucked-out face. He cooes, “Poor baby can’t take cock? Six months without it and you forgot what it was like?” He pulls out, flipping you over with two hands on your hips, crawling onto the bed to lay your thighs over his, slipping inside you again. “Or has no one ever made you take cock?”
Your back arches as his tip runs over that spot inside you immediately. You wail, shaking your head, hands immediately reaching for his arms that hold onto the backs of your knees. “No one,” you barely manage, “No one f-feels like this.”
“I know, baby,” he smiles, feigning comfort as he effortlessly folds you in half, knees pressed to your chest. “No one will ever feel like this, just me.”
The tears that welled up in your waterline fall, flowing down to your ears, and he leans down to your face just to lick them off your skin. Your hands cup his cheeks, forcing his lips on yours, a mess of teeth and tongue as his cock pumps into you harshly, needing all of him. Everything.
“Greedy bitch,” he growls into your mouth, spit connecting your lips, “You’re loving this.”
You nod, arms hooked around his neck, fingers tugging at blazing locks, but he stays close to you. Chest pressed to yours, he’s barely pulling out, keeping his cock buried inside you as he ruins you.
He takes one hand to your jaw, forcing your lips open just to spit inside. It stays connected for a second, the spit falling from his lips to yours, and a smirk forms on his lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head again.
“Fuck, I’m so glad I chose you,” he mutters, moving backward to hook his hands beneath your knees again, “Knew I could turn you into a dirty fucking slut.” He holds your legs together, fucking you faster with stamina that seemed endless, “It’s all for me, right? You wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
You shake your head too hard, too quickly. Breathless, voice a choked out whine, “No one else, Hongjoong. Just you, just your cock— filling me up so good.”
He growls, holding your legs together with one hand as the other falls to your clit, “Cum around my cock, give me another one. C’mon, girl.”
Your legs fight against the harsh grip he has on you, body tightening as the coil in your tummy grows tighter. He angles his hips lower, cock angling upward, the curve of him kissing your cervix, dragging against that spot while his thumb works quick circles over your clit.
You gasp out a cry, “Yes! Don’t stop,” you breathe sharply, “I’m gonna cum!”
He doesn’t falter for a moment as your second orgasm rips through you, your back arching, legs finally freeing themselves of his grip just to spread wider, and he fucks you through your orgasm steadily. His grin is wide, sickening as his head tips back, groaning a laugh, “So good. So good, doing so fucking well for me, baby. Give me another one.”
He reaches forward, fingers slipping into your open mouth with ease, pressing down onto your tongue. Spit globs onto your bare torso on his way back to your clit, and your cry is sharp when he adds pressure, fucking into you impossibly faster.
“That’s it,” he nods, eyes zeroed in on your center, watching how he sinks into your cunt, feeling how you clench around him, “Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?”
“So good,” you choke out, your last orgasm barely finished before your body is coming upon another one, “Gonna cum again.”
“I know,” he smiles again, circling his thumb around your clit faster than before, cock giving you quick, shallow thrusts into the spongy spot inside you. “Cum for me again and I’ll fill you up, make you nice and full. You want it?”
Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting upward, drool damn near slipping from your lips. You were hungry for it. “I need it, I need it, Hongjoong. Please— cum inside me, please.”
His eyebrows twist together in pleasure as your third orgasm washes over you, moans spilling from your lips as your body locks up around him, fingers clawing at his sculpted abdomen, mindlessly pushing him away. It felt unreal, three orgasms unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Better than what you do to yourself, a million times better than what others have done to you.
“Gonna fill this pussy up,” he says within a groan, eyebrows twisted, lips glossy and parted, giving you a pretty view of his lower set of teeth. You whine as his hips stutter, his hands hold onto your legs tight as he buries himself inside you, fucking himself through his own orgasm with slow, shallow thrusts.
You moan in tandem, a pretty song in your cramped dorm room as he finally pauses at the hilt, ropes of white filling you, his cock twitching inside you. He heaves a deep breath, head tipping back as his chest quickly rises and falls, hands losing their grip on your legs.
Your mind kicks into overdrive before he’s even pulled out. “How long can you stay?” You ask, head lifted off the mattress, eyes wide and bright, remembering that he said the seal would strengthen again soon.
His smirk is devilish as his head snaps back down to look at you, one side of his mouth curved upward as he pulls out slowly. Voice completely and utterly normal, he says, “That just bought me, hmm… Maybe half a day.”
You lay your head back again, relief washing over you, a sigh leaving your lips. “Okay, we have time.”
“Time?” He pops a brow, staring at you from the foot of the bed.
You let your body relax, body sinking into the mattress at how comforting it felt to be full, warm. You yawn, “Time to do that again, so you don’t have to go back.”
He laughs from the foot of the bed as he fixes his pants around his hips, a sweet sound, a hearty chuckle that you knew he meant. “You humans are too easy, you have two friends laying unconscious just outside this door.”
“So? Keep them asleep until after the next round,” you wave a hand, “What else will you do? Now that you have a physical body.”
“The same thing I did a millennia ago,” he smiles, “Like I said, you have two friends asleep just outside the door. I am an incubus, after all.”
Warnings: PiV, we wrap shit up in this one, a little butt stuff, spit kink, biting, cursing, choking. Reader is a little subby here. This is a fic centered on the reader ovulating and being really horny. Heed warnings accordingly.
Author notes: Yes, this was written when I personally was ovulating and I needed an outlet. Please enjoy 😊
Companion piece to Surprise
“My back fucking hurts,” you grumble to yourself, not really meaning for anyone to hear. But Soap, with his fucking bat ears, does.
“Wan’ me to massage it for yah?” He drawls in his thick Scottish accent. He’s been eying you all day and you can’t figure out why. You’re not dressed any different, you didn’t do your hair any different. You didn’t flirt with him, at least anymore than normal. Soap is the type of guy you can flirt with without realizing it. He’s soft and easy-going with a big personality and the ability to make anyone feel special.
“Mind your business, Soap,” snaps Simon-Ghost-Lieutenant (you’re not really sure what to call him anymore) as he comes in the door. You’re sitting at a desk, writing reports on your latest mission and Soap is at his desk on the left of yours, writing his own.
“Aye L.T. But I do feel like her business is my business,” he chuckles and Ghost flicks him a look as he gets up.
“Why’s your back hurt, Blue?” Ghost asks, hand gripping the back of your chair.
“Not sure, L.T.,” you say but then a cramp hits your lower belly. It’s not your period, definitely not your period, that was two weeks ago. So this means- “Damnit,” you curse under your breath.
“What’s wrong?” Both men ask at the same time, Soap moving to stand by Ghost. Another cramp hits your stomach and you have to stifle a groan.
“Nothing important,” you tell them both but they don’t believe you. But Price walks in, looking for an update on the reports and the subject is dropped. He’s standing over your shoulder and you don’t miss the way he keeps looking down at you, the easy way he smiles at you.
“Looking good today, Blue. Did you do something different with your hair?” Price mentions and you know he doesn’t mean it to be creepy. He’s genuinely trying to be nice and give you a compliment, you don’t get many when your literal job is to commit crimes for the sake of queen and country. But you know the real reason he’s looking at you different.
Your ovulation cycle hits harder than your menstruation cycle, the older you get. Your cramps are worse and men tend to notice you more. They flirt with you easier, they check you out with more purpose. Your skin clears and has this tone to that makes you look perpetually flustered. It’s all very flattering but also, quite annoying. Biology is doing its work, but you don’t want it to. The thing that drives you most insane is that you preen under the attention. You like being noticed when you’re ovulating. You like the way Ghosts eyes are dragging across your hips. You like the easy smile Johnny gives you when he’s flirting. You like the way Price’s eyes struggle to stay in their rightful place.
“Nah, just brushed it this morning, that’s all Captain,” there’s a flash of something in his eyes when you call him by his rank but you can’t unpack it right now. You stand, surprising Price and mumble “I’ll be back,” before you bolt.
Ghost waits an appropriate amount of time before he follows, shoving back his chair with some lame excuse so he can follow you.
He finds you in seconds, heading down the hallway in the general direction of his quarters. As a lieutenant, he gets his own space and as he watches your hips sway he’s thankful for it.
“Blue,” he calls out and you still.
“Not now, Ghost,” you say but you don’t move. His long strides catch up to you in no time and his hand presses into your back.
“What’s the matter?” He asks, and you sigh.
“I’m ovulating,” you tell him, pressing into his hand and relishing the feel of his warmth.
“What’s that mean?” He knows that’s your fertile period and you can get pregnant but he’s not sure on the specifics.
“I’m so horny,” you whine, twisting your neck to look up at him and he wants to dip down and run his nose alone the soft skin there. It takes your words a second to click but when they do, he’s shoving you down the hallway and into his room, locking the door behind him.
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Ghost has you on your knees and you’re taking him. Your pussy is slick with your orgasms and your back is slick with sweat. You’re dropped down to your chest on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as you cry out. It’s not helping though, because every one of Simon’s powerful thrusts pushes you up the bed.
“This fuckin’ pussy,” he snarls from under his mask. Since that day in the shower you’ve had this tryst going on regularly and it’s been satisfying for the both of you. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he grunts as his hand presses into your shoulders to hold you down. “Love when you submit to me,” he says but you think you can take it a step further. You move your hands from the sheets to behind your back, gripping your forearms as your face presses into the bed. Simon groans deeply as he slides his hand down your back to press down on your forearms. “Look so pretty takin’ my cock like this, Blue,” he snarls and you know he’s getting close. You’ve already cum several times, so you’re not concerned about finishing when he does, but Simon is. His hips ratchet up a notch and you hear the distinctive sound of something in Simon’s mouth. You’re about to peek over your shoulder to see what he’s doing when his thick thumb presses up against your asshole. You gasp and still underneath him as he presses circles into the tight ring.
“I’d love to watch you take me here,” he grunts before he pushes his thumb in. Your whole body tenses but you’re pinned. His hands are still pressing your own into your lower back and his finger in your ass is up to the first knuckle. You’re going to lose your mind, you can’t even scream because your face is pressed into the mattress. He continues pressing until he’s got his whole thumb in your ass and you’re gone. You’re so full, so thoroughly worked over that you when Ghost-Simon-whatever you’re calling each other these days, picks up his thrusts you’re blind with pleasure.
He’s putting you through the mattress, his hulking body pressing yours down. You break first, your body clamping down as you cum. He’s so heavy, so thick, and you’re so overwhelmed but Ghost isn’t done yet. He’s growling deep in his throat, snarling something about what a good little slut you are for him and you know he’s right at the edge of breaking. You feel something sharp against your shoulder and it takes you a few seconds to realize he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. He’d apparently never pulled his mask down after he’d wet his thumb and you feel his tongue soothe the sharp sting his bite left. You lay like that for a second, Ghost’s body laying across yours as you both pant with the exertion. Simon’s tongue licks a hot trail across your shoulder and up your neck, stopping at your ear.
“You’re a good fuck, Blue. Y’know that?” You laugh aloud because any kind of compliment coming from Simon Riley is noteworthy.
“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” you flash a grin at him as he peels off of you, moving to dispose the condom. He comes back and his mask is still pushed up to his nose and his grin would’ve knocked you over if you weren’t already laying down.
“Not so bad, eh? Do I need to split you apart on my cock again so you know how good I can be?” He chuckles, dark and dangerous as he crawls on the bed and stares down at you. His huge hand finds your throat, squeezing and reminding you just how dangerous he can be. But the only thing you feel right now is another how streak of lust through your nerve endings. Your nipples are tight and when he flicks them, a sharp gasp escapes your mouth. Ghost takes the opportunity at hand and pulls you up to him by the throat, shoving his tongue in your mouth. It’s not the first time you’ve kissed but it’s one of the only. You can feel him hardening against your thigh and you can feel how slick you are. His fingers squeeze as he trails his lips down your neck, over where his thumb is digging into the soft flesh.
You’re aching, ready to be filled again, when Ghost speaks in your ear.
“I want to taste you, Blue,” he grunts but you shake your head as best you can with his hand wrapped around your throat.
“Later. Want your cock,” you tell him and he nods, releasing you to get another condom. You desperately want to tell him not to use one, but you are smack in the middle of ovulating and the risk of pregnancy is much higher than if you weren’t. You’re not in a place where you can have a baby and you don’t think Simon is ready to be a father, he may not ever be. But god, the idea of dripping with his cum all day? It’s got you clenching between your legs.
Simon has the condom on, cock swinging between his thick thighs. He’d only managed to get his pants down to his knees the first time and the second time won’t be any different. He’s got a long sleeve shirt on bearing the British Army flag on it and even without all his tac gear he’s huge. Tall and bulky, with a menacing edge to him, you can see why people are terrified. But right now, all you are is horny. He slides between your thighs, lifting your hips and placing a pillow underneath them.
“Gonna take me?” He asks, circling a finger over your clit. You nod but he’s not content with that. “I asked you if you were going to take me, I expect an answer,” he growls from under his mask, pulled back down now.
“Yes, Lieutenant,” you breathe as he presses the head of his cock into you.
“Yes, Lieutenant, what?” He snaps, one hand on your tit, the other on the base of his cock.
“Yes, Lieutenant,-“ you gasp as he pushes into you.
“Go on,” he prompts, almost all the way in now. “Or I won’t fuck you. You can lay here and be my pretty little cock sleeve,” you clench around him, wishing he’d wrap one of those big hands around your throat again.
“Yes, Lieutenant, I’m gonna take all of your cock. Please, I want to take all of your cock.”
“Good girl,” he growls, low in your ear as his hand wraps back around your throat. His thrusts start slow but it doesn’t take long before he’s hitching one thigh up his back, the other pressing you down and pushing you to your limits. He’s more vocal this time, grunts and growls as he sits back on his heels to give himself more leverage. He’s got to be sensitive, it’s the second time in less than 30 minutes, and it shows. His fingers tighten every couple thrusts until you nearly can’t breathe but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. The other hand finds your tits, groping them and pulling at your nipples. He presses the thumb of the hand around your neck into your jaw until your mouth pops open. He pulls the mask above his mouth, leaning down, his eyes wide with question and you nod at him, sticking your tongue out in invitation. He gathers in his mouth before he leans down, spitting directly into your mouth before he closes your jaw and speaks.
“Swallow it.” You do as he asks, opening your mouth again and sticking out your tongue to show him. He groans deeply, gathering his spit again and spitting on your tongue. This time though, he keeps his thumb pressed into the hinge of your jaw so you don’t close it. “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he snarls, his accent thicker as he pounds into you, “take everythin’ I fuckin’ give ya, don’t ya?” You nod desperately at him, mouth still open, tongue still covered in his spit. “Fuck yeah, ya do. I’m goin’ to cum, I know you’re close.” You nod at him again, pussy tightening as he spits into your mouth again, closing your jaw and telling you to swallow.
“Next time you’re gonna swallow my cum jus’ like that,” he tells you before he leans back, pressing a thumb against your clit. It only takes one, two, three swipes of his thumb before you’re over the edge, crying out his name and clinging to the hand still wrapped around your throat. He follows right along with you, slumping his heavy body against yours. “This will never get old,” he says as he rolls to the side slightly, still laying on you but not quite with his full weight.
“Yeah,” you agree, out of breath and worn down. Finally sated.
“Is it always like this when you ovulate?” He asks, picking himself up and disposing of the condom, for the second time. You nod as he comes back and picks up your underwear off the floor.
“It gets worse as I get older, like evolution is telling me to get a move on.” You stand as Simon holds your hand and helps you into your panties. “My cramps get worse and I get almost unbearably horny,” you tell him as he hunts down your tac pants and helps you into those too. He chuckles as he finds your sports bra, slipping it over your head.
“Maybe you should pop out a kid or two,” and your jaw drops.
“Yeah, sure! I’ll drop my whole life and have babies! Ruin my career, my tits, everything I’ve worked for just to give evolution the middle finger!” You exclaim, annoyed he’d even suggest it. But he’s fully laughing, searching for your shirt under the bed.
“I’s a joke, love. You don’t take those as well as you take my cock,” he husks, finding the army green tank and slipping it over your head. “Besides, it would be a shame to ruin these perfect tits,” he tells you, standing behind you and cupping said perfect tits. Fuck, you didn’t think you could go again but the way his thumbs are brushing over your nipples right now is making you question that. “Well, we better get back to writin’ our reports. Price’ll wonder why we’ve been gone so long,” he says, slapping you on the ass and striding out the door. You’re left panting and annoyed, but you follow after a reasonable amount of time and when you make it back to your desk, Soap is standing next to it looking like the cat that ate the canary.
“Aye, lass. Y’look good today. Exceptional even,” he drawls, and if you weren’t rolling your eyes you’d have noticed his own flick over to Ghost to gauge his reaction.
“Get off my desk, Johnny.”
“Will do, but would ya like t’have a drink with me tonight?” He’s leaned down, in your space, his bright eyes full of mischief.
“No.” You tell him, you’re not really annoyed with him but you are frustrated because Ghost left you horny and every bit as distracted as you were before he fucked you stupid. Your hand flashes out and connects with the inside of Soaps elbow, knocking him off his balance. Ghost chuckles from behind you at his own desk.
“Might wanna leave the girl alone, Johnny. I think she could kick your ass,”
“Ooh I might like that,” Johnny says, not fazed at all that you hit him. Ghost has to suppress a groan at the idea of watching you and Johnny wrestling for dominance. He’s pretty sure you would win and the idea of you fucking Johnny stupid the way he fucks you stupid has him hardening in his pants.
“Johnny,” you start, your voice all sugar sweet and sticky. “Can you do something for me?” Your tone is full of promise and Johnny’s eyes droop as he mutters a gentle ‘of course, lass’
“Go get me some Tylenol and coffee, Johnny,” you say, smacking him upside the head. Simon barks a laugh from behind you, and Johnny looks graciously indignant.
“Aye, lass. Whatever you want,” he’s no actually offended, but he played the part well. Off he slinks, to retrieve the items you’ve asked for and Ghost feels a rush of relief that he’s not the only person in this compound that cares for you.
Zelda travelling around Hyrule after the Calamity and people are tripping over themselves to tell her stories about the Hero because they love that feral cryptid mad man and are so proud of him
'I met him when I was about to get eaten by a Hinox...he jumped off a horse, fired 12 arrows in the blink of an eye and then got smacked in the face with a tree...but then he came back and hacked away at it's legs with this stupidly big sword until it finally died'
'He was wearing this weird patched together mask that looked like a monster but he made enough curry for everyone so we didn't like to ask'
'But...the hero was a girl? She wore these lovely green silks and every time she came out of the Gerudo Canyon she had a bag full of electric safflina to sell to Beedle over there. The Gerudo think she's an amazing fighter, which says a lot, and she always thanked me for looking after her horses when she went into the desert'
'I swear to Hylia that he ran through here wearing nothing but his underwear and a mask shaped like a leaf...claimed he was looking for the Children of the Forest. Sorry, Princess, but I'm not sure he was quite right in the head at the time'
'He used to creep in here silently wearing this grey mask and with enough lizards and beetles that we could make enough elixirs to last for a month. Not sure I ever saw his face without it'
And the entire time Link is stood neatly dressed, three steps away, listening to every word and no one pays him the slightest bit of attention. Because none of them cotton on that 'prim and proper Royal Knight' Link and 'I will defeat this Lynel with a stick, a pot lid and a bucket load of adrenaline' Wild Child Hero is the same man. Especially with how many masks he owned.
When they walk away and are out of sight and earshot Zelda just raises her eyebrow with a smile and he is like '...I can explain...it made sense at the time'
Summary: With the hot season in full swing, Boba comes home from court absolutely exhausted. You relax him.
Pairings: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Exhausted Boba, little bit of fooling around in the shower, Riding, a little dirty talk, cream pies, snuggling, the barest hint of exhibitionism (if you squint), domesticity, established relationship. Honestly it’s pretty tame by my usual fic standards.
A/N: I’ve had this in the works for months and I finally beat up my own brain and got it finished! I just had this idea to take care of Boba, physically, after he’s had a long day and this is where I went with it. I’ve been itching for some soft Boba and some vulnerable Boba, so here! I hope y'all like it!
TIME’S Next Generation Leaders 2022: JONATHAN BAILEY
↳ “When you’re working with a genre, like romance, which is about something fundamental that connects all humans, it’s so important that we can allow everyone to see themselves in that story. And that wasn’t necessarily there for me growing up, being able to fill the space playing a straight character, but as an openly gay actor. And that to me is just one aspect. […] There are no limits to where Bridgerton is going to go in terms of allowing people to be seen.”
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