Yandere who feels so guilty for jerking off to you in the shower. Yandere who's a pitiful mess as he strokes his cock and imagines all the ways he'd fuck you, make you gag and choke and whimper, pictures how tight you'd be while arching your back and blubbering nonsense as he makes you cum.
The cold water from the shower doesn't help, he can't stop thinking about your smell, your taste, how easy it was to get into your house in the first place, has to bite his knuckles when he cums so he doesn't wake you up with the noises that pass his lips, nearly knocking the soap and shampoo over as he hunches over out of breath
Being pathetic and hating that he's hard again and just wants to bury himself in your throat or deep inside of you while you cry out and can't escape.
He's so fucked up, he KNOWS he is but he can't stop, it feels too good, feels to right, he feels like he's losing his mind!
this is like 4.3k words ish abt werewolf!konig, but there's gonna be a second part anyway lmao i physically can't cram all my ideas into this but anyway let me know what you think! i have v specific ideas abt konig as a werewolf so i hope y'all enjoy this :)
okay so
-konig is brought up with his fellow werewolves, more wolf than man most of the time
-they rarely leave the woods, nearly always found in wolf form, in their hidden den because hunters often come for them
-konig is one of the younger wolves, though not one of the pups, he's still a little green and a little excitable, however he doesn't too much like being involved in the conflicts in his pack or the hierarchy
-there's been a few times where other wolves have mistaken him for the alpha of the pack, and while still dominant and alpha male, he has no desire to lead the pack. he just happens to be the biggest wolf there
-his fur is smooth and long, quite glossy and well cared for-konig firmly believes that it's important to maintain his wolf's appearance for his mate. it's is a dark chocolate brown colour, with a few blonder sections that glow in the sunlight
-he has a thick tail as well, which often stays when he's in human form, given that he's been in wolf form most of his life and has difficulty being fully human
-his eyes are dark black, almost navy blue in the light, and he has a jagged scar running down on eye and over his muzzle from a hunter that attacked him as a pup
-but yes, he's one of the more tame and docile wolves in the pack, reluctant to start any fights or cause strife in the ranks, so he keeps to himself a lot. some wolves also avoid him because of the scar, and because they think he's too young and green to be a fully fledged alpha male
-now, even though he cares for his fur and tries to make himself as presentable as possible despite his scar for any potential mate, he doesn't think he'll find one
-no female wolves have ever looked at him twice, in their eyes the scar shows he was weak and a stupid pup to be so near a hunter, rather than an injury bravely borne in a fight, and konig knows he isn't one of the most enigmatic wolves in his pack
-there's braver wolves, ones who have mauled and killed hunters, ones who have no problem bounding over to the females and nuzzling up against them, ones who scare humans more than he has ever wanted to, and he knows they will always be the first pick
-he's made his peace with it, though he craves a mate
-children or pups have always been come or go for him, if his mate doesn't want them then he's okay, but if she does then he would do everything in his power to make it happen
-he more desires the closeness of a mate, of someone he can love as much as he wants, who he can dote on and spoil and shower with affection because he's never been able to do that
-when he sleeps he dreams of it often, of what his life might be like if he found someone willing to love him, but when he wakes he still doubts the day will ever come
-he has a...fascination with humans, which is why he was so close to one as to get hurt
-he enjoys lurking in the treeline sometimes, watching all the village celebrations and people in their gardens, people talking on little rectangles that he was told are called 'phones', he marvels at the times he sees two people with their mouths pressed together, so curious about human customs but scared to step out into the sunlight
-that's what he's doing the first time he meets you, he's lurking behind some thick tree trunks and avidly watching some sort of fairground thing going on, when he sees you leaning back against on of the trees
-he's never been as interested in a human as he is then, glowing eyes trained on you and hulking form doing it's best to stay out of view so he can watch you a little longer-he doesn't want to startle you with his size, after all, you're so much smaller than he is, which is very cute to him
-and then suddenly, your head whips round and he realises he's growling at you. not in a hostile way, more of a purr than anything, but he curses himself for startling you, for the way your eyes goes wide as he slowly skulks out from behind the tree
-konig gets a better look at you like that, and he has nothing but admiration and affection in his gaze as he watches you
-and then your eyes trail over his muzzle and widen again a fraction, to which he realises you must see his scar. he's certain you'll reject him-and then he's not so certain when he decided you were a potential partner to reject him or not
-he shakes that realisation off though, wanting to improve the impression he's made on you, so he slowly lowers himself, watching you the entire time
-you don't move either, so he figures he must be doing something right, and his tail starts swishing back and forth slowly, automatically
-eventually, his belly touches the floor and he settles down, hind legs tucked under him and front paws out in front of him, awaiting your next move
-you still don't move, and konig begins to get apprehensive at that-are you still nervous? is he scaring you? did you want him to do something else???
-but suddenly you're licking your dry lips and inching forward, making his tail thump against the floor in excitement-he knows he should be wary of you, and after the hunter gave him the scar he shouldn't be so quick to get close to another human he doesn't know, but you're just so pretty and you smell very very good and he stares up at you, big eyes awaiting you while he tries to stay still and not scare you
-and since he's been such a good wolf, you do him the honour of petting his head lightly, and god even that feels amazing to konig
-his head immediately lurches up into your palm, eyes slipping closed as he tries to push his muzzle into your hand, though he must move too quickly and scare you because your hand retracts, holding against your heart as you watch him cautiously
-he's incredibly embarrassed at that, annoyed at himself for scaring you off, so he whines at you and lays his head down on his paws, still staring up and hoping you accept the submissive positioning as an apology. the very end of his tail thumps against the floor as he does this as well, nervously swishing with the worry you might turn tail and run
-you don't though, you lean in slowly again and stretch out your hand, seeming as though you're letting him decided fi he wants to be petted or not-and he really really does
-his tail speeds up as you get closer, and he sees you smile a little as you watch it swaying back and forth, which he preens at. he makes it go a little faster, in the hopes of making you smile again, but you're focused on not scaring him off it seems
-when your hand is within reach, konig gently turns his head up and pushes his muzzle into your palm, pushing against it to try and show you he definitely does want more pets!
-it seems to work, considering you gently kneel in front of him and slide your hand up to stroke the top of his head lightly, and he pants at it, lolling his tongue out as he pushes against your hand to get more from you
-it elicits a little chuckle, and he wants to do whatever he can to hear it again, so he turns his head and licks at your wrist, trying to get whatever part of you he can reach
-but you make a funny little sound, something like a 'bleh', before wiping your hand quickly on your trousers and returning it to his head, and he's mad at himself
-he gets so disappointed at that, that he somehow displeased you, and clamps his mouth shut, whining again as he noses at your knees in front of his paws, trying to apologise for upsetting you
-the apology seems to come across because you laugh again, muttering that "s'okay, such a good boy aren't you?" and fuck if his tail doesn't start up anew, thwacking against a tree to the side of him and making it shake
-then you laugh louder, before switching from strokes to scratching at his ears with one hand and his chin with the other
-konig can barely handle that, drunk on so much affection and touch and so smitten with you already, so he propels himself forward, forgetting he's trying not to scare you, and lands his head straight into you lap, nuzzling against your stomach and holy shit you're so warm and soft?!?
-his back half stands up again, tail swishing back and forth and hind legs trying to propel himself further into you, so much so that there's a squeal before you're falling backwards and his nose is pushing insistently into your neck, paws bracketing your shoulders as he tries to breathe you in
-he doesn't realise he's scenting you, trying to mark you as his, until his ears pick up the sound of another wolf some way behind him in the woods, making him pause and look behind him
-that's a mistake though, because you tell him "allllright I'd better get going, wish I could stay longer but maybe you'll find me next time I'm here huh?" and konig is laying down again, resting his head on his paws as he whines at you, upset you're leaving already when he's only just found you!!
-you just smile and pet his head again quickly though, sending him a quiet 'awwhh' when he wags his tail and pushes against you again, but then you're off, ambling back toward the crowds of people and konig doesn't know what to do
-he feels bereft all of a sudden, trampling around in circles in distress and eventually he stops and tilts his head up, letting out a mournful howl that he's just met his mate and now she's gone! she's gone and he doesn't know if she'll be back!!
-it feels worse than before, when he'd sort of accepted that he would never have a mate, but now he's seen how pretty you are and how nice you smell and how kind you are even with his horrible scarring, and now what if he never sees you again!
-konig dreams of you that night in between waking, sleeping in human form for the first time in months in an attempt to feel closer to you
-it doesn't work though, his wolf howls at him all night and he can barely sleep because he's so worried he'll never see his beautiful mate again
-he goes back to his little clearing the next day, hoping you'll show up again-but you don't, and he spends the day sniffing around to try and find more of your scent from where he pushed you into the floor
-he goes back every day after that, hoping for at least a glimpse of you somewhere, but you don't appear and he paws at the ground each night before mournfully heading back to his pack. they don't say anything about him suddenly sleeping in human form every night, but he can see all the looks he gets and the restlessness amongst some of the more alpha wolves
-konig ignores them though, being a good partner for his mate and being better in human form is more important to him
-after a week, he lies on the floor in his little clearing where he waits for you, prepared for another day with no glimpse and your fading scent from the area
-but after a couple of hours, someone seems to be separating from a group a little ways off from the woods, and as they get closer konig realises it's you, you've come back for him, to see him again and be with him!
-he can't stop himself just then, jumping up and leaning back on his hind legs as though he's going to pounce, tail wagging back and forth before skittishly jumping about his little space, overjoyed he can be with you again
-it's worth it, because his overenthusiastic greeting earns him a happy laugh from you, and he bounds over when you get close enough to circles around you, his hulking height reaching above your hips anyway, with his tail brushing up and down your legs as you keep walking into his clearing before sitting down
-he almost pushes you over again in his haste to scent you, muzzle pushing insistently into your neck and puffing warm air over your hair before you laugh again and push gently on his chin, telling him "woah down boy, gonna push me into the dirt again are you?"
-konig's ashamed at that, not wanting his mate to think he's just going to push them around like a toy, so he obediently sits back down, lying on his front like he did last week, staring up at you with wide glowing eyes because fuck, how is his mate so pretty?
-yet again, his tail starts wagging of its own accord, wolf overjoyed as he watches you trail your eyes over him
-one of your hands strokes a long wave over his back and toward his tail and he whimpers, leaning into your touch because he just can't get enough of it, preening at your apparent approval. he's suddenly so happy that he's taken such care with his fur, proud that he's pleased you
-konig doesn't even realise what he's doing when he starts moving, only noticing what he's done when his ears scrape the ground, and suddenly he's on his back, large paws in the air as he exposes his soft belly for you, showing you his vulnerability and how much he trusts you, trusts his mate
-but ohhhh jesus, then your hands descend on his belly and you start scratching a little, stroking up and down and he's squirming into your touch, managing to loll his head into your lap and whimpering, so enamoured with you
-there's not much he can do in this form, but he knows transforming would scare you most likely, so he instead flips back over and leans a paw on your thigh, hoping you understand his intense gaze, how he's keeping his claws safely tucked away, what it means when he sniffs at your neck again
-and that's why he preens again, unable to resist licking at your neck quickly when you coo "oh such a good boy!" because you must feel the same, you must be acknowledging that you're mates when you scratch his chin and plant a quick little kiss on his forehead, which makes him whine and paw at the ground, closing his eyes at the sensation before popping them open in a panic as your touch leaves him
-then you're getting up and dusting yourself off, looking back the way you came and so is he, whining and huffing because he thought you came back for him! why aren't you staying? he'll be a good mate if you just let him show you!!
-for a second konig is so scared again, so stressed he's losing his mate and he'll be alone again that he lets out a loud bark, snarling just a little as he claws at the ground before seeing you've jumped a little, that you're looking at him with wide eyes and have taken a step backward and he feels horrible
-he feels like he doesn't even deserve you, and he instantly tucks his tail between his legs before sitting back, paws nervously batting at the ground as he waits for your response
-his ears have flattened against his head, eyes trained on the floor and hunched over in an attempt to submit to you, to apologise
-then your feet come into view and he carefully looks up again, watching as you slowly reach out to pet his head, scratching gently at his ears before moving to his chin and tilting his head up as you pet him
-he tries to keep still to be a good mate for you, to show he won't scare you again, but your touch makes his mind go a little fuzzy and his tail swishes side to side gently as he stares up at you, listening to you tell him you'll be back next week yeah?
-while he's mournful that he's gonna spend another week without you, he tries to think of it as an opportunity to lean more into his human side for you
-konig explores the woods over the next week, all the places he hasn't seen so far or where he knows his pack hasn't spread to
-on one of the last days before he'll see you again, he finds what he's looking for. there's a little abandoned cottage not too far from the treeline, some miles away from the pack den, and absolutely perfect for you two
-he shifts into human form to explore it, noting the way he does have to duck under some doorways, but it's largely pretty good. it's a decent size, a kitchen, what looks like one of those rooms for a colourful tv box humans like having, and up some very unsafe stairs are a few more rooms, one of which konig can envision you two sleeping in, and putting your nest in the other
-an old couple had lived in the cottage, and always been very generous with the 'cute little doggies' skulking around their premises. the gigantic hulking werewolf pack had taken a liking to them, and often started leaving out gifts when the couple weren't able to fend for themselves very well
-eventually they had gotten too old, and konig had heard from ghost that they'd gone to 'a home' though he doesn't exactly know what that means. surely this was their home? why would they go to another? either way, the house has sat unused for the last year or so, and all the other wolves are content in their den so konig knows he won't face any issues when he does it up for you
-he's learned a few things from the older wolves when learning about his human form, and from helping out on a few odd jobs to earn money for the pack, so he's pretty sure he knows enough to make this a home for you
-the next time he sees you he's antsy, clawing at the dirt and huffing as you approach him, nuzzling into your hand to feel you for a second before shifting and nuzzling against your lower back, pushing you forward gently to try and lead you where he wants to go
-it takes a little bit, but eventually you seems to get that he just wants you to follow him, and you trot happily alongside him, rambling about your day and the fact that knowing you'd see such a gorgeous dog later on had cheered you up
-the word dog had prickled him, straightening his spine and padding a little more arrogantly than before, trying to show you that he's not just some mutt, he's a werewolf and your mate and he's better than that-but then he realises you called him gorgeous and he preens, butting his head into your hip gently and panting in happiness that you think he's gorgeous
-eventually you guys reach the cottage and you stop next to him, evidently quite confused as to why he's brought you here, so he pats the ground in front of you with a paw and trots away, pausing to look back and make sure you've stayed there
-he makes his way behind the cottage before transforming, and heaves in a deep breath at showing you his human form for the first time. what if you don't like it? what if his scar is so much worse in human form? maybe he should cover his face...
-but then you round the building suddenly and yelp, running back round and konig is cursing himself, jogging after you and shouting to please wait-bitte-wait-
-so you stop, with your back to him, and he slowly makes his way toward you, holding his hands up placatingly as you turn a little
-he sees your eyes dart over him like when you first saw him, widen a fraction, and then you're looking resolutely past him, like he's not even there. this is going well
-and then you ask "where did-where's the dog?"
-ah. so it's not his scar or anything. you don't even know he was the dog
-konig sighs and worries silently, wondering if you'll leave him now, will you not be his mate anymore? has he ruined this already?!?
-trying to calm his racing heart, he takes a gentle step forward and reaches slowly for one of your hands
-he can see your breathing quicken and finds himself upset again, annoyed at scaring his mate again, but tries to keep relatively calm as he lifts your hand and carefully traces one of your fingers over his scar
-konig sees the moment it hits you, when your breath leaves you in a rush and you touch his face with more confidence, peering up at him with more fascination than terror now, thank fuck
-after a few moments your hand drops back to your side and he resents the loss, instinctively leaning his head toward you before catching himself, holding back as you quietly mumble something along the lines of "so-so you-you're the-the...the dog?"
-he smiles softly at that, slightly misshapen because of the scar dragging his lip in an odd way, and confirms yes it was him, but no he's not a dog
-his heart is still beating out of his chest and he's sure if he lost focus on you then his knees would buckle and he'd crash to the floor, but for now he will be brave, for you he'll stay still and answer anything you like, he'll be a good mate and be strong
-in response he receives a thoughtful 'riiiiight' from you before you bite your lip, and his gaze is drawn to it. he wants to bite your lip, he wants to very very badly right now
-he wills himself to stay in control because now is not the time goddamit, but you're just so pretty his mate is so fucking pretty and being in human form so close to his mate is starting to have an instinctual effect on him whether he wants it to or not...
-but then you lean in a fraction and his breath stutters in his chest, and you go "is that why you're naked?"
-and konig is speechless, no idea whether to run an cover up or to try and show himself off in front of you, to try something with you, to act like it's not big deal, to apologise-
-but your question is followed by "and is that why you're so massive? because-because you're a-yknow a-a...wolf?"
-he blushes deeply at that, realising he was so caught up in how cute it was that you're smaller, that he can protect you and take care of you, that you might not even like his size-and in some...other aspects, it might even be a bad thing, it might even be painful-
-konig nods because he doesn't know what else to do. he is considered freakishly big even amongst his pack, but for your sanity right now he'll say it's just because he's a werewolf
-you hum in reply and then go silent, just staring at his face intently. he shifts a little at it, shy and unsure what to do under such close inspection, though his mate looking so intensely at him does make him feel warm all over
-in an attempt to diffuse this tension and make you feel at ease again, he lifts your hand once more to press it against his chest, over his heart. you seem surprised at that, pausing just before you touch him and then swallowing and laying your hand on him
-he relaxes under your touch, mind swimming with love and devotion for his mate, so he tries to tell you that, gently place a hand over yours, and the other hovering over your heart as he looks at you intently, quietly telling you "mate, my mate, and I'm yours, liebling"
-unfortunately, this seems to have the adverse effect
-it seems to scare you a little bit, makes your face go slack because you start umming and moving your hand away, taking a step backward to his distress
-konig panics again, pointing at the cottage and saying that "ours, it can be ours-will make it nice, liebling, going to make it pretty for my mate, for you-"
-aaand you take another step back
-in a desperate attempt to not ruin this, he drops his arms by his sides and stays still, eyes trained on you as he asks quietly if he'll see you again next week
-you're silent for a little while and he tries not to panic, but by god he is so stressed and scared that you're leaving him for good, if he knew the human term for it he may realise he's developing a sort of separation anxiety already, but he doesn't know it, all konig knows is that it hurts when you're not around
-after some time, you nod minutely and whisper that you'll be there, then you turn, but pause, and ask him to wear pants next time, to which konig blushes again, sliding his hands around to cover his half hard cock (though he can't physically cover all of it...)
part 2/masterlist
will be a second part to this, it just reaaally wasn't meant to be this long so i figure i might as well post this and then i'll finish it up when i have time bcus AH! I am too obsessed with this concept!!
18+ minors dni!! no age in bio? i will block you no hesitation :)
so like. this is just a random thing. don't hate me and just don't read it if it's not your thing. it's literally just price, konig, ghost, soap and gaz all being a lil bit pervy for you!!
this obvs has filthy dirty stuff bcus it's pervy, but i can' think of any other big warnings apart from in ghost's headcanon he basically blames you and it's all your fault he's feeling like this, so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable!!
Price:
Price is such a sweet pervert, a truly loving and devoted one. Honestly he doesnât even think half of the perverted things he does are perverted, because in his mind you two are so in love it shouldnât even matter right? Heâll wake up spooning you and feel the insistent hard on raging in his briefs, roll onto his back and look over at you sleeping soundly. The image of you so peaceful and so at ease next to him always makes his cock harden further, needing barely any encouragement-he can get hard just from you looking at him if weâre being honest. But then heâll slide his hand over to grab yours, gently pulling it over to him and wrapping your fingers around his cock. Heâll curl his fingers around yours to manipulate the movements, jerking himself off with your hand as he watches you sleep, a mantra running through his head that you love me you love me you donât mind me doing this because you love me itâs okay you would want me to to use your hand because we love each other- For Price,your marriage and the bond between you transcends everything else, so why would you mind him doing stuff like this?Â
Heâll jerk off around you so much, youâll be sitting on the sofa with your laptop, working away or doing whatever you need to do and heâll have been watching you out the corner of his eye all evening, enamoured by the curves he can see through your clothes, the outline of your underwear through the fabric. Itâs so difficult to repress how he feels in times like this, so of course he doesnât-you love him so why would he need to? Heâll settle down next to you and undo his zipper, tilt his head back to watch you and cup his dick, rub his hand over it as you shift in your position. It happens most days, youâll be doing something innocent and Price will get so overwhelmed with how much he loves you and how lucky he is and heâll have to relieve the ache, have to take himself in hand as he watches you go about your business. Often heâll âborrowâ your hand in these situations as well, shushing your little complaints and muttering about how much you love each other.Â
Konig:
Konig is a desperate pervert. Everything he does, itâs just because he canât help it. You understand, right? You understand he canât help it when he wakes up and has to hump the soft swell of your ass. And of course you understand as he apologises and whines into your neck, spilling his seed all over your lower back before youâre even awake. You have to understand he canât help it, thereâs no way he can stop himself. All those times youâve done the laundry and sorted out your clothes, picked up a tight fitting shirt you wore a few days ago that now has a stain on the side of it, evidently a couple of days old. The underwear you go to throw in the washing machine that is still wet with his cum, though you remember for certain you two didnât fuck while you were wearing that pair.Â
But most of all? How was he meant to help himself when he was left at home by himself, all alone in your bed cocooned in sheets that smell like you? Itâs NOT his fault that you came home to find him face down on the bed, your pillow between his legs and your underwear shoved against his nose. He just needed it so bad, so fucking bad, his cock was aching so bad and you werenât there and he already came this morning as he humped you, all your clothes that are usually in the laundry basket are in the wash now and he needed something so of course he had to rut into your pillow, the one that smells most like you. Itâs never enough though, heâll make a mess of your pillow and listen to your soft sigh from the doorway, grind his hips into the wet patch and feel the tears drip down his face at the overstimulation. Heâll shakily apologise to you as he tries to stifle his sobs, telling you mâso sorry liebling mâso verdammt-sorry didnât-didnât mean to-just-you just left your-your scent all over-is all over this pillow ând-bitte-bitte I-please can I-liebling let me do it again i beg you-need to-need to feel it again-my-mâcock is so heavy ând so-so full ând-you always milk me so good and-and make it feel better-always fuck the cum out of me-
Ghost:
Ghost is a punishing pervert. Nothing is his fault. Itâs yours, of course. You seriously expect him to not get hard when you're lying there in such a tempting way, when youâve worn those clothes specifically to tease him and make him hard? When youâve pulled out everything in your arsenal to rile him up even further, is he really to blame for losing control? He asks you not to, tells you he canât be expected to keep to himself all the time if youâre going to behave like that around him, just waiting for him to snap. And of course, how dare you lie there, fast asleep in bed, wearing those tantalising clothes, your pyjamas, right next to him? I mean come on-heâs only human, if you didnât want him to kneel on the bed and jerk off over your sleeping form then you shouldn't have worn those sleep clothes! A shirt and some loose shorts? It would have been a miracle if he resisted, so of course itâs your fault.Â
Heâll be sweet afterwards, heâll fist his hand around his cock and hiss at you for teasing him all fucking day (you just went about your daily life tbh), heâll shoot ropes of come over your exposed legs and then heâll try and catch his breath, grabbing a washcloth to wipe you down with as he whispers how good you were, working him up and letting him use you like that. Just like all the other times, just like when heâs in the shower and gets distracted by the shampoo youâve left there, so obviously waiting just for him because you know how worked up he gets from the scent he always smells on you. Always your fucking fault, tempting him into these situations and making him jerk off then and there, coming over the bottle and sighing because it wouldnât have happened if you hadnât teased him like that. He wouldnât do things like this, he wouldnât use his thumb to push some of his spend around the lid of your shampoo or body wash or whatever heâs fixated on today. He wouldnât, but you bring it out of him.
Soap:
Soap is a mischievous pervert. Itâs almost as though heâs seeing what he can get away with, but you know him better than that-he really just canât stop himself, honestly. Itâs just in his nature. Basically, he has no shame. Thatâs the main thing. Seems to Soap that itâs really everyone else's problem if youâre in town, in public, and he needs you. Neither of you are to blame when he comes up behind you and shamelessly grinds his cock into your ass, he should be allowed to do this whenever he needs to right? He fails to understand the problem half the time, watching you confusedly when you give him a stern look as he tries to put his hand down your pants as you choose which ingredients to get for dinner tonight. He looks like a kicked puppy, eyes downcast and movements all sluggish until you give in and pull him into an alley or shove him into the backseat of the car, and then heâs relentlessly taking you for his pleasure, irritated that he couldnât do this in public for whatever reason? Either way, heâs sure as shit gonna make up for it now.
His main, or more perverted, action is probably the amount of times he comes in your underwear though. While youâre wearing them. Youâd be able to buy Amazon if you had a quid for every time Soap has told you how needy he was feeling, how heâs all like that again, itâs so achy and it hurts and wonât you help him this time? Just this once? Wonât you let him pull down the front of your panties and jerk himself off until he spills his seed into them? And of course, itâs the most natural thing in the world to pull them back up afterwards and ask you pretty please go on with your day like that? At the end of the day, heâll pull you close and tell you heâs gotta take a peek, he canât go on like this any longer, and heâll pull your panties down to see what his mess looks like now, if itâs still coating your pussy just the way he wants it to. Usually, Soap will end up saying it doesnât matter either way, he has another load for you, sweetheart, so heâs just gonna take himself in hand once more and then you can go about your day again.
Gaz:
Gaz is an innocent pervert. He doesnât even know half the stuff heâs doing is in any way perverted. For him, it primarily manifests in an oral fixation. If youâre standing by the counter at home you only have to wait twenty seconds at most before you feel his presence behind you, and then his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, sucking and slobbering over your skin, getting more desperate and messy the longer he spends there. One of the first few times you were around people after you were together you leaned over him for something and your neck was in front of his face, so naturally he ducked his head and started lapping at your pulsepoint, before you admonished him and told him that was for in private and not around his teammates-he looked very sad and forlorn at being denied you just then. Gaz gnaws at his lips and bites the inside of his cheek when heâs with you but around other people now, because he knows if it doesnât occupy his mouth he wonât be able to resist latching into some part of you.Â
Often (five or six days of the week) youâll wake up and find his sucking at your tits, needing his mouth on them no matter if you were still sleeping or not. Heâll stare up at you with wide eyes, hands pressing up into your back to try and shove your tits further into his mouth, desperate to lick and suck at as much as he can. Sometimes heâll talk to you in the mornings before he gets distracted and stops halfway through a sentence, having to lean down and suck at your nipples to satisfy himself. When people are near you two, itâs a safe bet that after a short while Gaz will be whispering in your ear, telling you he needs another taste heâs gone so long-itâs already been so long (2 hours) without being able to taste any part of you! He just needs to mouth at your neck or suck on your fingers (preferably after theyâve been inside you) for a few minutes. A common occurrence is him jerking himself off and trying not to disturb you, before needing something, and sucking your fingers into his mouth as his eyes roll back and he comes with long, low moans.
comments/reblogs always appreciated since they spread my work and i can keep writing these!!! asks are always veryyyyy much appreciated too because i fucking LOVE hearing what y'all think!!!
Yall really killed it with my previous 3x4 post lol...yall are amazing I love yall. Also this is again based off a fanfic I read, but this time it was just all wholesome and I said ima do that
"Sleeping Troubles"
"WHAT?!"
"Its only for one night!"
"One night too long. How can I sleep next to Kuki?!"
"Hey!"
"Your either sharing a bed, or your sleeping on the ground. Understood?"
"Yes...Numbuh 1.."
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As Wally tossed and turned, he couldn't seem to get comfortable. He didn't want to move too much in fear of waking up the girl sleeping next to him. The bed was uncomfortable, and he was a little afraid of the dark so any where he turned was fear inducing.
He didn't have stuffed toys to cuddle up with, and the one he did have was back at home. He can't go get his teddy bear, even if he wanted to. And sure as ever he isn't gonna touch one of them cruddy Rainbow Monkey toys Kuki was obsessed with.
He contemplated waking up Kuki, but he didn't want to anger her. Numbuh 5 didn't want to share room. Numbuh 2's room was full of his invention stuff and sleeping on this stiff bed was much more desirable then metal. And no way was he gonna share the couch with Numbuh 1, it'd be awkward. So with nothing left, he took a deep breath and leaned over Kuki.
"Uhm...Kuki? You up?" Wally whispered, softly shaking Kuki. He heard a sleepy groan out of Kuki as she looked up at Wally. "Wally? What's going on?" She asked, voice a little strained from sleep. "I uh...can't sleep, beds all uncomfortable and I'm afraid of the dark...and I'm wondering if maybe..." Wally looked down in embarrassment. "You can...cuddle me?"
After those words left his lips, he wanted to take them back so badly. Kuki rolled over on her back. Wally, confused on whats going on looked at Kuki.
"Lay down"
Wally, finally registering what Kuki said, proceeded to hesitantly lay on her chest. Kuki smiled and wrapped her arms around him. The warmth from Kuki thawed Wally's cool fingers. He could swear Kuki's heartbeat was faster than normal. "Is this what you wanted?" She asked, rolling on her side, bringing Wally closer. "Y-Yea, thanks"
Wally's faced burned like a goth in the summertime. "Are...Are you gonna tell the KND?" Wally asked, nervously. "Nope! This will be our little secret" Wally let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks...and thank you again for...this"
"Of course!" Kuki suddenly kissed Wally's forehead before digging her nose into his hair and going back to sleep.
Wally nearly wanted to scream out of shock, happiness, and embarrassment. But he just sat there, balled up in Kuki's warmth, and closed his eyes.
So I just started getting into KND so for now all KND fics ( if any more ) are bonus fics where its just one offs. Please don't request KND until further notice cause I only watched a couple episodes.
"Flower"
Wally nervously held a small bouquet of daisies. He had asked for Kuki to meet him behind the tree house for something, this was it. He wasn't so forward, and when he tried to be it was always interrupted. Today, he was praying that nothing would get in his way.
"Numbuh 4?"
He turned his head, seeing his friend stand just a few feet away. "O-Oh, hey Kuki" Wally stuttered a little. Kuki stepped closer. "So, what cha want Wally?" She asked, her smile making Wally blush.
"S-So, you know how I keep trying to tell you something?" Wally started. Kuki nodded. He would constantly 'have to tell her something', but would constantly be interrupted. "You gonna tell me what it is finally?" She asked.
"Y-Yea." Wally breathed in deeply. "Ever since we worked together as teammates, I've noticed that I've changed. You made my heart beat and made me feel nauseous, in a good way though. I thought about it and..."
Wally turned around completely and showed the bouquet of dasies to her, raising his arms a little due to the height. "I like you alot, and I want to be more than teammates. Will you be my girlfriend?" Kuki was taken aback, but smiled widely at him. "Of course!" She exclaimed, taking the neatly wrapped daisies out of his hands. She had one hand hold the dasies to her chest and the other hand on his shoulder
"I was really hoping you'd ask that one day" She said. Wally went red, looked into Kuki's purple eyes. "Y-You have?!" Wally asked, a little shocked. Kuki nodded. She put her hand from his shoulder to his chin, lifting it up at her. Kuki leaned in and pressed her lips on Wally's. Wally didn't know how to react, but he wasn't mad at all. He just closed his eyes. Kuki moved her hand from his chin to his cheek, Wally's hand instantly going to her hand.
The warmth of the hands, Kuki's soft and warm lips on his, and even the air was a little more warmer than usual. Kuki pulled away, looking at Wally, blushy and taken aback as ever. "I..." Wally struggled to find the words.
Kuki giggled at him. "You're adorable, Wally!" Wally looked down, smiling a little. "Y-You too." Kuki kissed his forehead.
"So, how about tomorrow after our mission we go to the Rainbow Monkey theme park!" Kuki asked. There's normal Kuki, Wally thought. But thats the Kuki I love...wait love? "I even heard there's gonna be a new ride there!" Kuki said, bouncing on her feet a little.
"Like-Like a date?" Wally asked. "Yea!" Wally smiled a little. "Sure. I'll pick you up at 4?" Kuki nodded frantically. "Its a date!"
As the two walked home, both had their cheeks burning, hearts beating, and especially to Wally, stomach churning.
Kuki smelt the dasies deeply, thinking really hard that Wally went out of his way to get her flowers and smiled.
Wally felt like passing out, but he was so happy he finally got to confess and even now get her to be his girlfriend. Now he has a date at 4 to some cruddy Rainbow monkey park. But if she's happy, hes happy.
So this isn't gonna be in the same universe as the 3X4 fics, this is an au ( an every other knd x reader things). Also slight angst but happy ending cause yknow I can't do angst lmaooo
BTW (y/g) means your gender.
"Bully"
"Jesus christ y/n, you look like you came out the sewer"
"I could say the same for you"
"Oh yeah? Well you look like crud!"
"Oh? You look like-"
"Would the two of you break it up? Its been all day you've both been insulting each other? Its annoying and distracting from our mission work" Nigel uno finally put an end to the argument with his hands on both you and Wally's chest, pushing you both away from each other.
"Not saying we have to be friends, but you both are teammates for crying out loud! Work. Together." Wally looked down with his arms crossed and you looked up at Nigel embarrassed.
"Y-Yes Numbuh 1"
"Ugh, yes numbuh 1"
The two of you walked away, looking back at each other and making faces at each other.
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Later on you and Wally were just sitting down, eating peacefully for once, talking about your mission in between bites. Maybe you were just too focused on eating, but everyone else saw the light blush coating Wally's cheeks.
Suddenly a voice and hand appeared right behind Wally and on his shoulder. "Whatcha thinkin about?" Abigail asked, causing a loud shriek to come out of Wally. It was truly a hilarious sight.
"Wha-Whaddya mean what am I thinking about?!" Wally screeched, his face clearly much more pink than before. "Nothing~ Numbuh 5 just thought you looked...distracted" She teased, starting to walk away. "But if ya just thinkin, ya just thinkin. Though Numbuh 5 has an idea on whatcha thinkin"
"Oh yeah?! What is it then?" Wally challenged, slamming his foot down. "Numbuh 5 ain't saying much, but I think your thinking about the pretty (y/g) sitting right next to you" Wally's face went red from embarrassment. But to be fair, who wouldn't?
You looked back and forth from Wally and Abigail, who at this point was making a sandwich.
"Why would I? NUMBUH 4? Like THEM of all people?" Wally yelled. "Dunno, maybe its because its obvious" Abigail said, leaning on the table.
"No. I hate them for gods sake! They aren't 'pretty', they aren't smart like all of you think they do, they are ANNOYING, they clearly contributed nothing but a chair filler to the KND." Wally yelled, completely forgetting you were there. You looked at him, throat and eyes starting to burn.
"Is...Is that how your truly feel about me?" You asked, starting to cry. "Wh-What?! No no its not-" Wally tried justifying, but you just got up and walked towards the door. "Its fine, I understand. I figured you didn't like me, but dang...I'm sorry I made you feel this way" You said, starting to walk out.
Wally looked so defeated with a very surprised Abigail. She knew he could get defensive, but not to this extent. "B-But..." Wally tried to get out.
"Go. Go to them and apologize! They look so heartbroken" Abigail said, pushing Wally to the door.
"B-But they-"
"GO!"
Wally sighed and started walking to find you.
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You sat in the chair next to Nigel by his work space, being hugged by him whilst you sobbed. "Can't believe he'd say that..." Nigel said, being internally outraged but keeping it quiet for your sake. "I knew he didn't like me, but it hurt my feelings alot" You cried.
Nigel sat there and comforted you, a hand putting your hair as you sobbed.
Just then, Wally found you and Nigel, Nigel comforting you after what happened over lunch. Wally's guilt really started to set in. "Y-Y/n?" He called out. Nigel and you looked over at an upset Wally. "Wally. Do you have anything to say to them?" Nigel sternly asked.
"U-Uhm...C-Can I speak to them alone?" Wally asked. Nigel thought about it, then carefully unwrapped your arms around his waist. "Fine, but if I hear you saying those things again, you are gonna be in serious trouble"
Nigel walked out, leaving you and Wally alone. Wally sat in the seat next to you. "Hey...uhm...I'm...I'm sorry" He said, avoiding eye contact. "For what?" You asked, still crying. "I..I'm sorry for yelling at you and saying those mean things...I don't mean them"
"Who told you to say that? Abigail? Nigel? Kuki?" You spat out, wiping your tears. "Well, Abigail said I need to apologize but I really am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did. I didn't mean those things"
"O-Oh yea?" You looked up at him, tears and a red face. "How did you mean to hurt me then?" Wally looked at you with clear guilt. "I didn't mean to. I don't hate you, seriously" He said.
"The thing is, I never hated you. Sure sometimes you get annoying and distracting, but your not ugly and I know you are extremely smart" You looked up back at him. "I never hated you, its the opposite actually...I really think your pretty and your so nice to me, even after all I do"
Wally sighed. "You are so funny and you do alot on our missions, you contribute so much more than a presence. What I'm trying to say is that I like you, like a lot."
You looked at him with shock. "I know you won't return my feelings, and I'm not asking you to. But I just wanted to apologize and-"
Before he could finish his sentence, you laid on his shoulder. He flinched for a second, but instantly wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry" He whispered despite it just being you and Wally.
"Its my fault too" You admitted. "What? But I'm the one who said those things and I shouldn't have" You looked up at him. "But I said mean things too. To your face. Even though you had the last word, I still said things I shouldn't have either. I'm sorry too" You apologized, sitting up straight to hug him.
He went wide eyed, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you. "I'm sorry, we both said things we shouldn't have and that we don't mean. I'll take responsibility if you can"
Wally pulled away and looked at your face. Your tears had been run dry, your nose was only a little red, and your puffy lips and eyes were nearly gone. "So, do you mean what you said?" You asked. "Of course I do! I'm so sorry about-"
"No no no, about what you said after. Do you actually like me?" You asked. Wally looked to the side, but his red cheeks say otherwise. "Yeah..." You rolled your eyes with a smile and kiss that cherry red face.
"I guess that's why you denied everything. You could of just told me" You said. Wally growled a little. "You're starting to sound like Abigail" He spat out, a laugh making its way out your lips.
Wally smiled a little to himself when he heard you laugh at his stupid remark. "Sooo...."
Kuki groaned as she tried to reach the back of her head. "Theres a huge knot and I can't even get it!" Wally overheard her complaining and peeked over. "Are you alright?" He asked, titling his head. "Ugh, no. Theres a knot in my hair and I can't get it out" She grumbled. "Oh...Uhm...Would you like me to help you?" He offered.
She thought about it, then handed him her brush and hair spray. "Let's go by the TV, it'll be more comfortable" She said, walking to the couch with Wally walking just behind her. She sat down, back facing Wally. He sat behind her, looking at her hair knot. "So how bad are these hair knots?" He asked, a little worried about hurting her before he even touched her hair.
"Well, most of mine aren't that bad, but it can get bad" Wally was afraid of the second option. "Thank God its just this time the knot wasn't that big and I only discovered it today"
Wally let out a breathe and sprayed the hair spray on her hair knot. He held her hair, his face instantly going red. Wow...her hair is so soft...And she's letting me get so close... Wally thought. He started to slowly brush out the knot, his thoughts only being about how soft her hair was.
It was just that for a while. Calming silence while Wally carefully brushed out her hair as Kuki relaxed in his hands.
At one point, the knot was actually coming undone and the brush was going through the hair much easier. Wally felt proud of himself, mentally congratulating himself. "Wally?" Wally snapped out of his internal thoughts. "Wha-Wha- Huh?"
"Would you like to style my hair as well, you seem to get the hang of this!" Kuki offered, throwing in her compliment. Wally blushed a bit, but nodded. "S-Sure" Kuki got up and left to grab her hair supply. Wally was left there with the brush in his hand.
He smiled a little. "I'm back!~" Kuki greeted as she put down bottles and bows and other hair supply. "Go crazy" She said, going back to back facing Wally. Wally thought about it, and eventually started grabbing bottles.
Different hair product was in her hair and brushed through. Wally then grabbed a few hair ties and started to braid her hair. He kept some hair in the front while the rest of the hair was neatly braided. Once he finally tied her braid, he walked to face Kuki. He fixed her bangs, Kuki starting to blush hard.
He was so close to her and his hands were by her face. He gently placed her hair in the right places and stepped back. "So, how does it look"
It looks perfect on you, it looks beautiful on you, God you look so beautiful. He wanted to say those things so badly. But he only said "It looks amazing on you" It wasn't a lie, but he didn't say what he really wanted to say. "O-Oh thanks!" Kuki smiled and picked up her hand mirror. She looked at the bangs then ran to the bathroom.
Shes taking it out isn't she? Wally feared. He suddenly heard a happy scream. He ran to her. He saw her jumping happily in the mirror. "AHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU WALLY!" She screamed while hugging him tightly. Wally blushed hard, returning the hug. "O-Oh uh..you're welcome, Kuki"
Can you do some Butters NSFW headcanons please? Thank you!!
Absolutely!! i love butters he so cute (and submissive)
NSFW !!AGED UP!!
âą He apologizes so much during sex, which is actually really sad. Heâs so used to messing up so he feels the need to be sorry, always reassure him that he doesnât not need to apologize! If your giving him a hand job, heâll cum all over your hand (obviously) but heâll feel so bad. âI-iâm so sorry let me c-clean that up!â Heâll be stuttering and breathing all heavy because yâknow, post orgasm. Youâll have to give him a kiss and tell him to stay down, youâll clean it. âHoney donât be sorry, I wanted that to happen.â Or when your giving him a blowjob, heâll be so in the moment he starts fucking your throat, making you gag. When heâs done he freaks the fuck out. âOh geez iâm so inconsiderate! Iâm so sorry-â âLeo shhhâŠI liked it, donât be sorry baby.â Or when he cums too fast. The first time he slipped inside of you he came almost immediately, it felt too good. âOh gosh Iâm sorry i couldnât help it!â You just giggle and pull him in for a kiss. âRelax Leo, Iâm glad it felt good.â
âą Here me out on this oneâŠhe likes to be called professor. (Specifically because if Professor Chaos) Heâs not usually in control, especially because he doesnât know what heâs doing. But he still likes to rule over you sometimes. Almost like role playing. If your riding him, he really likes when beg. âPlease professorrrr~ Please make me cum~â It just turns him on so much when he knows heâs the reason for your pleasure. âChaos~â Youâll moan while laying in your bed, playing with yourself in your panties. âYou made me so wetâŠwill you please come help me?â You look at him with such innocent eyes đ€đ€
âą nipple play. But like imagine nipple play on him. đ€đ€ hear me out! Youâve got him underneath you, squirming and moaning as you suck hickies onto his pale neck. You started rubbing the tent in his pants, making him buck his hips into your touch. You started kissing down his collar bone until you reached his chest. You licked across his right nipple making his gasp. âO-oh geez!â He whimpered (oh my god whimpering is so hot) as your gently scraped your teeth along the hard bud. You blew cool air over the spit covered nipple, making it almost impossibly harder. âO-Oh m-my~â He threw his head back as you started sucking on his right one. âOh no! Oh no iâm cumming!â He warned as he came right in his pants. Heâs so cute đ€đ€
âą Let him eat your out. Heâll be so gentle and so sweet. He will absolutely over stimulate you on accident just because he loves eating you out and never wants to stop. The first time he did it he was clueless, but now heâs like a pro. He always makes sure to softly kiss your thighs and pelvis before he starts. And he also spits on your pussy (very respectively) so that your nice and wet.
The loud sound of the bell brought you back to your senses. The break had come to an end, which meant the beginning of your favourite subject: literature. But there was a problem, the old lady who used to be the teacher had been in a very delicate state of health, so everyone thought that they could go home earlier, considering that this was the last subject of the day.
A very formal tall, skinny, pale and black eyed man walked through the door and the whole class seem confused.
"Good morning. I'm Mr. Afton, and I'll be covering Mrs. Wang's class"
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"He's looking at you again!" Beth wispered
"He's probably just spacing out"
"...while paying attention to your movements? yeah sure" you just made a little movement with your head "Talking to you is like talking to the air, ____"
This whole situation has been repeating itself for a month, you ignored all his insinuations cause you thought it was a simple misunderstanding. But today his look had something different, it was... deeper, as if the cold of his eyes could send you some kind of telepathic message.
As always, you ignored it. You refocused on your test, and didn't realized Beth was telling you something until you heard that voice
"We are a little talkative back here..." he said in a low tone. You and Beth stayed silent while looking at eachother
"I apologize if I'm wrong" "no sir, you're not"
"then, I am going to need the exam from you two" as he ended his sentence, he extended his arm to take the paper sheets.
After that, you and Beth didn't pronunced a single word for 20 minutes, untill the sound of the bell marked the end of the school day. You were about to leave when William said "miss _____, we need to talk about your grades"
You walked over to her desk, and saw Beth's test and yours as well. Beth...well, Beth tried her best. But you got a B+, there was nothing wrong with your grade.
"As you know, a B+ isn't an A" he said in a soft tone"So...? B+ is still good" you replied,"Of course, but not as good as an A. Wouldn't you like to do something to raise it?", you took a little moment to think about it "...What do you want me to do?"
A small smile escaped from his teeth, it wasn't a happy smile, but due to his quickness in suppressing his grimace you couldn't identify his intention. "Sit here and I'll explain you" he told you while he patted his lap. The confusion was very visible on your face "Wouldn't you rather I brought a chair?" you asked. "No, it's okay"
You couldn't deny the beauty of your teacher, beauty that made him even more intimidating, added to how strict and demanding he is. You couldn't deny he was hot
You sat where he asked you to, he putted his head on your shoulder and put his arms around you, so that he can handle your test. Then he started talking, "as you wrote here, the detective stories start from a crime, but-" then you stopped understanding what he was saying.
The fact that you were feeling his breath on your neck, smell his intoxicating cologne, feel his chest and his heartbeats on your back, as well as feeling his arms on your waist while being on his lap, drove you completely insane.
You needed to calm down, sooner or later he was going to realize about the growing heat between your legs or how fast your heart was beating.
"Are you even listening to me, love?"
You were completely blushed, did you hear right? did he just say love? no, you must have heard wrong. "Uhm, sorry?" you said completely clueless about what was happening.
"So you weren't. Why's that? Don't you appreciate that I'm wasting my time trying to help you?" he asked putting his hands on your thighs, making your heat grow even more.
"I do, but I...I-" You got interrupted by him putting a finger in your mouth "Do you think I don't feel the growing wetness you are?" you tried to say something but it was too hard, so you gave up.
"now you're mute, huh?" he said as he started massaging your upper body with his free hand "I know how much you desire me. I would be lying if I told you I don't, this whole good girl thing drives me crazy, sweetheart" then he started to unbutton your shirt.
"Mr. Afton please.." you said with a blush that couldn't be bigger "Use me the way you want"
Dying of shame, you started to rub your cunt against his tigh. He gave you an erotic smile, and started to bounce his knee as he returned to his task of correcting tests.
"please... touch me" "whatever you ask for, princess"
he took all his papers out of the desk and laid you there, leaving your cunt right in front of him, then slipped two fingers inside of you. Moans filled the room, but not only yours, William also made those beautiful noises for you to enjoy it even more.
"just look at the slut you are, letting your teacher fuck you for a stupid grade. Now tell me... who wrote The Daughter of Time?" he got up and then whispered on your ear as he took his finger out of your mouth.
"Uh-uhm... W-what...?" you were too busy trying to process this situation. A married man was finger-fucking you, he was not only married, but also had children.
"I took you're exam before you could answer this question, you almost won your A, these questions are going to be for extra points" he started kissing your neck.
"A-ah.. Josephin T-tey..?" you did your best to make your voice as clear as possible, but it was still weak.
"You answered right! you're going to get rewarded by that!" he smiled and a little giggle escaped from his lips. "if you allow me... I would really appreciate if you lift your chest a little" you did, and he unbuttoned your uniform. Once he did it, he started massaging your nipples.
"second question... what is the novel about?" he moved his fingers faster, making speaking a much more complex task.
"O-oh!... I... R-Richard III crimes"
"You're such a smart girl- oh my! did you just squeeze my fingers? do you like being praised? do you enjoy being told how much of a good girl you are?" the only thing you could do wasn't nod and moan trying to say yes.
"You earned you second reward... give me your hand, my dear" you obeyed him He unbuttoned his shirt and guided your hand to his abs. "now... enjoy! and remember you can go as low as you want to"
You were almost dying. It was very easy to appreciate his waist when he wears a belt, but you were completely clueless about him having so defined abs.
The speed of his fingers got considerably weaker. You tough it was his way to tell you that he needed to feel you too, so you did. Your hand went down his pants until you reached a very desperate bulge and began to caress him gently.
It felt like a dream for both of you.
"You're such a good whore for me... you earned your final reward..." he took his hand out of your body and asked you "would you please sit on the table and face me?"
You did. His eyes were pierced on yours, he got closer to you, smiled and then kissed you. His kiss felt desperate, almost needy.
"Are you ready?" "Yeah"
He knelt before you, and started eating you out while looking into your eyes.
"let me hear those delightful noises you're making for me" you started whimpering loudly while pressing his head against your body.
You were getting closer and closer, then, it finally happened.
You turned into a shaky, moaning mess.
"Oh... fuck yeah" were the only words you were able to pronounce. Once you calmed down William helped to clean you up and to arrange your clothes.
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"uhm... don't you want me to do anything for you...?" you asked waiting for him to finish grading your exam.
"you'll do it next time, doll" he gave you a warm smile and handed you the sheet of paper.
NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- slight exhibitionism, police masky, handcuffs, creampie, biting, groping, minorsâdni (3.1k)
Inspired by: Lady Gaga
A soft sigh escaped your lips, your hands lightly gripping the wheel as the road ahead of you blurred. It had been such a long day at work, you were in a rush to get home, perhaps too much of a rush, the very last thing you wanted to hear were those police sirens behind you, urging you to pull over.
Tim had been parked over the side of the rode behind some trees for a while, bored out of his mind at how empty this road was even at this time. Rush hour had already ended, now he had to catch any stragglers breaking the law.
Perhaps he hadnât met his quota, or wanted some form of entertainment, but when he saw a cute thing going over the speed limit at an alarming rate he knew he just had to do his job. After all, what was an officer for if not for catching the naughty ones?
You groaned and felt a plunge of your heart as soon as you saw those red and blue blinking lights in your mirror.
The sirens close behind you, making you groan and grip the wheel in frustration. You had no choice but to pull over and wait for the officer to get out of the car and tell you what the fuck he stopped you for.
You had half a mind to run off before he did but that would probably prompt some kind of high speed car chase and you werenât sure you could outrun his cop car with yours.
Taking a few breaths to calm yourself down and looking in your side view to get a glimpe of the officer as he got out of his car. You felt your cheeks heat at the sight of the man.
Tall, built, a strong chest and defined arms, shoulders, his strut like that of every policeman, confident, sure of himself. Fuck and he was wearing those pilot glasses, they reflected the view of the sunset in the distance; it meant you couldnât see his eyes, but he just looked so good in them, you werenât complaining.
Once he got closer you could see his dark brunette hair, and sideburns too. The man had style, he was sexy, made you almost forget that you had been stopped for
âSpeeding, impatient to go home are we?â He chuckled, it was muffled on the other side.
Motioning for you to roll down the window by knocking lightly on the glass. You did as he instructed.
âGood evening officer, Iâm so sorryâ you said, embarrassed to meet his gaze, âI must have had my mind in spaceâ you sighed, trying to get off with a slap on the wrist.
He shook his head slowly, giving you a tsk and leaning down to get a better look at you inside the car. One hand resting on the door still and his other hooked on his holster, he was chewing gum, listening to you ramble on about how apologetic you were.
You glanced over at him to see his jaw tighten as he chewed and you felt yourself pulse between your legs, oh how wrong it was. You were supposed to be distraught at the ticket you were going to get, not salivating over⊠you glanced at his name tag, âOfficer Tim Wrightâ.
Trying to shake yourself out of your thoughts but the way you felt his gaze on you even through the tinted glasses was driving your mind straight to the gutter. You could have sworn he was staring between your legs too when you tightened them.
It was inappropriate! To even think of flirting with the man was outrageous, but perhaps that wasnât the worst approach when trying to get off the hook. Besides, you didnât mind if it actually went somewhere, so you played his little game.
âDid you really think you could outrun me?â He asked, a teasing eyebrow raised as he made conversation. âYou can run as fast as you can pretty, but Iâll always catch youâ he said, a smirk on his lips.
Was he flirting first? Perhaps this wouldnât be so bad after all.
âEverybody knows that Iâm a good girl officerâ you bat your eyes up at him, a smile to mirror his. âI promise It wonât happen againâ
He gave a gruff chuckle, âIâll see about thatâ he said, cocking his head to the glovebox of your car, âlicense and registration pleaseâ
You did as he said, waiting patiently for him to finish pulling it up and then putting it back as he handed it to you. He stalled, to which you asked âso am I good?â In an innocent voice.
He hummed, insinuating a no, âI donât know if I can let such a pretty thing like you goâ he stated plainly, his hand once again on the window of your car.
âPlease officer I would do anythingâ you begged, a slight furrow in your brows, slightly biting your lip in anticipation as you glanced at him.
âAre you trying to bribe me?â He asked, to which your mouth fell open in surprise, maybe this hadnât gone as planned. You were shocked, unable to say anything in retaliation because you had fucked up. âThatâs no good, Iâm going to have to take you in for thatâ
You started to ramble apologies, but it was too late, he had opened your door and was motioning for you to step out. Not wanting to resist him out of fear you got out. He was quick to put his hands on you, turning you over against the car.
Still in shock as he put your hands behind your back and kicked your legs open. âIâm just going to do a quick search firstâ, and then with the first touch to your hips you knew this wasnât serious. At least not in the bad way, his hands were slow to trace your curves, running over your front and pressing gently. Moving down to your thighs, closer to the inner part of your legs, where you felt your knees go weak.
âOh Fuckâ you mumbled, feeling his entire body weight pressing against your backside, his holster and something elseâŠ
âYouâre not carrying any weapons are you?â He asked, his voice low and gravely in your ear, he brushed your hair back and let his lips brush against the skin of your neck. It tickled you and you fought the urge to giggle but the way he was lusting over you drove your mind right back to what exactly was pressing against your ass.
âI amâ he whispered, âItâs right there bellow my beltâ he said, but you knew he wasnât talking about his glock. âCan you feel it?â You nodded and whimpered, âgoodâ he praised at your responsiveness.
You arched your back at the way he was rubbing up with you, fuck you loved a big strong man in uniform. His big strong hands holding you down while he made every dip and line of your body out to memory, you felt so soft and plush, he couldnât wait to be buried inside your hole.
âIâm going to make an arrestâ he purred, taking you from the scene and down to where his own police car was hidden, putting you in the backseat and getting in himself. âCanât have a cute little thing like you running around now can we?â
The man was hovering over you, his lips centimeters from yours, the look on his face hungry, craving you. You were quick to close the distance between you, starving for him, his cock hard against his pants in a bulge that was digging into the space between your legs.
âFuckâ you cried, âpleaseâ you were embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he was making you face what you truly wanted. It was almost shameful, to have a police officer trapping you in the backseat of his car, his body against yours as you tangled in a obscene mess of pure desire. âTimâ you whispered.
His name felt so right on your lips, and the way his fingers were rubbing your cunt made you want to cry it again and again. âThats rightâ he said in between the kisses he was placing on your neck. Each and every one leaving the spot tingling, making a trail down your chest.
A warm feeling bubbling in your stomach when he pulled your pants down with a finger and took them off, spreading your legs so he could admire you covered in slick, a smug expression on his face at how wet you were. He rubbed you once again, his thumb circling around your clit and applying just enough pressure to have you seeing stars.
He helped you pull your shirt over your head and discarded it, now your skin exposed to him, and he couldnât get enough. His touches and kisses gentle but stingy over your collarbone and shoulders, it felt so intimate to feel him there, loving every part of you.
Your hands at his chest, chenching the colar of his uniform as he slipped one inside and curled it in your hole, the noise a squelch that made him twitch in his pants. He had to stop to fish himself out of his tight pants, you rushed to help, desperate for him already.
He laid back to let you pull him out, but he was too big, you blushed having to undo his belt. âNeedy are we?â He teased. Once he was free you eyed his cock, he was so big, and he was leaking already just at the sight of you, at your presence so close to him. His dark eyes narrowing in on you, he pulled your hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.
In a quick movement he moved them up and handcuffed you to the bars at the back of the car. You sucked in a breath at how you were fully at his mercy now. âHave to put you in theseâ he smiled, âyou understandâ.
A dark blush dance across your cheeks seeing your whole chest and body on display for him. His hands on your hips, angling you so that he could rub his tip across your slit, rubbing precum on you and slapping it on your cunt. The sticky sounds were so lewd you had to whine.
âDonât worry dear Iâll make sure you recieve the proper punishmentâ he said, his voice raspy. His eyes focused solely on where the head of his cock was prodding you open now, âisnât that right pretty thing?â
You nodded your head fervently, bucking your hips up to tell him you needed him and couldnt wait any longer. âThats what I thoughtâ he whispered, hovering over you and pushing in your hole inch by inch, every part of him was delicious and he filled up your hole perfectly, reaching deeper than your own fingers have ever gotten.
âOh- oh fuckâ you whispered, âyouâre so deepâ you told him, your eyes wide and your cunt wrapping around him tightly, he hissed when he hinted. âYouâre fucking me so deep officerâ you cried, glancing at him above you. The man was such a hot beefcake, his brown hair messy and his face in an expression of pleasure.
âSh shhh, just take itâ he told you, leaning forward to kiss your neck and nibble at it, absolutely taken with how warm and wet you were, his heart beating wildly against his chest while he pressed it to yours and it beat in tandem with his. âTake me while I pound your pussyâ
His voice was hoarse, and you let out a cry for him when he pulled out just to fill you up again. You could have sworn there was a buldge on your lower abdomen outlining where he was. He could feel you struggle to get more of him, to move against him impatiently when he rolled his hips out.
âNaughty thingâ he grunted, holding you in place while he picked up the pace and fucked you harder, a hand moving down to play with your bundle of nerves, his fingertips on your clit so wonderfully. You strained against the handcuffs, which he laughed at. âYou canât get out of those sexy, just let me fuck you goodâ
Your lips broke open in a gasp when he angled you a bit differently and his tip pressed against your cervix, his cock stroking your most sensitive spots. His balls clapping against your ass. Your pupils blown while you watched him take control and touch you perfectly, bringing you to the edge of orgasm.
The way he was inside of you made you forget that you were breaking laws, public indecency and such. Anybody could catch you but that didnât stop him from fucking you. What could they do anyway? It was dangerous, but thatâs what made it all the more exciting.
It all made you hot with desire for the man, his big hands rough against your skin but holding you so gently. His fingers holding a distance almost, he was afraid of being too hard with you but his composure was slipping by the second. Your body felt too good on him, too tight, too wet, his brow furrowed.
He kissed your lips desperately, thrusting so quickly you felt yourself getting so close, about to burst. âYou feel so fucking goodâ he panted, âdo you feel how Iâm filling you up?â He asked, and you whimpered out a response. âIâm gonna cum inside this pussy, gonna make you mineâ
You could only agree, you didnât think anybody could ever satisfy as good as he did. Each touch feeling more intimate than the last, his tongue slipping into your mouth and feeling every part of his, it mirrored the way his dick pressed into your pussy raw.
âIâm- Iâm gonna cumâ you cried, to which he sped up, he wanted to make you gush over his dick.
âMilk meâ he said, âsqueeze my cockâ Tim instructed. âShow me how much you deserve to go free, show me that youâre a good obedient little babyâ he rasped against the skin of your chest. His lips latching onto your nipples and his eyes meeting yours and thats what did it.
You threw your head back and released over him, your legs wrapping tight around his waist, his hips pressed against you so you could feel how far he could go inside of you while you came. And it felt so blissful, you saw white hot pleasure, the delight he was providing you.
âFuckâ the officer said, moving quickly because he wanted to take you in another position before he exploded inside your squelching hole. It was almost impossible to not cum but he wanted to hold onto the pleasure of your body for as long as he could.
Now you were on top of him, your handcuffed hands on either side of his head, your forehead pressed against his and your legs around his torso. Your chest rising up and down as you heaved but you couldnât ride down your orgasm, but he was too busy trying to pull another one from you.
âFuck yeah baby that feels so goodâ he whispered, his grip leaving bruises on your hips while he bucked his own up to fill you up time and time again. âMmhm taking my cock so perfectlyâ he praised, kissing you.
âWhoâs my good baby?â He asked, his eyes savoriting the view of your body on him, your weight holding him down felt so euphoric.
âMeâ you whispered, âme- its meâ you hiccuped, unable to stop the babbles of pleads that fell from your abused, flushed lips. Bouncing up and down his throbbing cock, unable to stop yourself because it felt too enjoyable.
âYeah thats rightâ he said, a smirk on his face at how reactive you were to his words. âYou areâ
He spanked your ass, hard enough to leave a red marks of his handprint. You cried out and rested your head on the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of his cologne with a strangled inhale. Siting on his cock and clenching around him, your pussy dripping onto him, clit flush against his undone belt buckle.
It was cold, it made you shiver with need. âKeep making those pretty noises while I discipline youâ he said, gripping your ass so hard, guiding you to ride him. Going slow while you rolled your hips over him, each motion so intimate and close between you and Tim.
His teeth raking over the soft flesh of your shoulder, he sunk them down to leave a mark prominent enough to say âyouâre all mine, nobody elseâs, no other man can fill you the way I canâ, and it drove you insane.
You squealed at his harshness, but you took it, to which he was quite pleased about. You couldnât keep up with him anymore, slumping against his strong chest and feeling every shaky breath he took, he gently held your back against him. It was a gentle touch that told you to relax while he took control once again.
It wasnât much of a break because the way he was bucking his hips up to pound you was making you bite your lip in anticipation of another orgasm. âIâm gonna cumâ he warned, the slaps of his balls against your ass so loud you had to cry out for him, he was abusing your pussy with his girthy cock.
âPleaseâ you begged, your voice strained from how much you were screaming his name. âPlease officerâ you whispered, and finally he hilted, ropes of his hot cum filling your hole so wonderfully, a chill ran down your spine as you came for the second or third time. You lost countâŠ
Sobs racking your body as you milked him just as he wanted, his seed spilling out of you only slightly, his thick girth plugging you up but he was in no rush to get you off him.
His eyes met yours again, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. âThat was amazing, I donât think I want to let you goâ he teased. Your cheeks heating when he said, âIâm gonna have to do routine check ins, got to keep a deviant thing like you in line, you donât mind right?â
NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- mask kink, virginity loss, size kink, marking, primal kink, teasing/edging, mentions of kidnapping, minorsâdni (5.5k)
Inspired by: The phantom of the opera
Within the halls of the sacred opera, there was a tale that the theater was haunted, a ghost, or a beast of some sort, hiding behind the curtains and writing shows the producers were too scared not to put on.
As a background dancer you admired those gorgeous scores of music he composed, wondering if anyone would ever solve this musical mystery; not knowing you would be the next victim to the beast. And soon he would push you past the point of no return.
It had been an eventful week at the theater, working back and forth for the new production. Large luxurious costumes and props being organized, planned. The patrons advertising the show and distributing pamphlets. The lead actress demanding to play the role, throwing a fit and calling it âoutrageousâ, apparentlly the pages of instruction for the play had specified that âanyone play the part but herâ.
It had been an eventful week at the theater, working back and forth for the new production. Large luxurious costumes and props being organized, planned. The patrons advertising the show and distributing pamphlets. The lead actress demanding to play the role, throwing a fit and calling it âoutrageousâ, apparentlly the pages of instruction for the play had specified that âanyone play the part but herâ.
You giggled and hid behind the prop with the other cast members, listening to her read out loud a complaint about her voice being too âhigh pitchedâ and âobnoxiousâ. Your friend joked around that the lead should be you instead, but that idea was just so crazy, you wouldnt dare.
Apparently, the phantom heard everything, it wasnât safe to speak too loud. The walls of that opera seemed to echo down to whatever chamber he was hidden in. In a week he sent another note that scripted you as the lead.
You were stunned, it was more an acting than a singing role but there was one duet that you didnât know if you could pull off. Practicing in the background crewâs quarters when nobody was around, making progress slowly.
The producers were compliant, hesitantly, and the famous singer from before was just pissed off. She threatened to sue but the owners of the opera were too scared to defy the phantom- especially after an incident the previous month including the chandelier that once hung from the ceiling.
Now it was in ruins, and the rest of the cast was scared something like that would happen again. You were determined to put on a good show and impress the phantom, the genius you admired for months.
On opening night you woke up to find a rose on your bed, it was red and beautiful. Your eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, asking your friends if they got you any presents but they winked and insisted that was for âafter the showâ. That could only mean one thing, the rose came from the phantom.
You tried not to tremble at that through the makeup and dressing, nervously making small talk with your friends as you held onto the chair for support. It was hard not to feel lightheaded, but you gathered courage for the first act.
It felt like your guardian angel, the angel of music, he was there. Watching over you, speaking through you. You were reassured, the thought of him calmed your nerves, you knew he would be there, an eye on you.
Waiting behind the closed curtain and reciting lines in your head as you heard the piano start playing and you begun. It wasnt as hard as it seemed, once you got the hang of it acting was really fun!
Pretending to be sad or joyful and telling a story, especially with the audiance cheering you on or booing at the other characters was not so bad. It felt magical, those lights on you as you performed.
Before you knew it, it was intermission. You took a seat backstage in your dressing room, where you were showered with complements. Taking a breather because being the lead of a play was exhausting, it took a lot of work.
You thought back to the moments on the stage, all of those eyes on you. It gave you a shiver down your spine that you couldnât quite explain. Taking a sip of water and readjusting your dress as you got ready for the second act. Making sure your makeup was on right you felt a calling from behind you. It was like a light whisper, something that coaxed you to come, to follow. It was like a ghost.
There was a knock on your door, you snapped out of the trance, it was time for the show to continue.
You were quite nervous about this next scene, there was a mysterious energy around it. Parts of the delivered script were blank, there was so much uncertainly, but it was made clear the pauses were purposeful. It was almost as if⊠it was a duet.
The piece was gorgeous too, true musical genius. Just practicing it alone felt empty, you felt your stomach twist in anticipation, wanting clarity, craving that excitement. Once it was time you made your way behind the curtain and sat on your knees, waiting for the cloth to lift.
As the orange lights cascaded over your form you saw the rose set on your spot, holding it in your hand and observing it as the music started playing. It was like a fever dream, you knew it was right, it was like instinctively you knew what was happening.
He was all you could think of, that mystical, enchanting man whose face you had never seen. Those who had were terrified, but you longed to see him, to feel him, to finally come to touch the man who consumed all your thoughts. This was his song, it was his composition, all the melody and lyrics. Deep down you knew what was going to happen, it almost didnât feel real.
The crowd in front of you slipped from your mind, it was like they disappeared into the night. The chords from the orchestra filled your sides, it flowed through your veins and made you feel it in every cell and particle inside of you. The melody vibrated throughout your body, it was a whole electrifying experience, and then⊠you heard him.
That voice you heard ringing in your ears, it was there, the same one. It was no delusion this time, he stood behind you. His steps echoing on the hard wood floors of the stage, his pace unrushed. You were mesmerized, listening to him sing about a lustful desire- for you.
You knew it was for you. It had been for you this whole time.
This was the final threshfold, the last barrier to you losing yourself to him completely. The song was all about giving in to his power, to his will. You found yourself wanting to submit completely, even if it was oh so wrong.
Just listening to him call to you, coaxing you to slowly surrender to your darkest dreams. To give up all other thoughts of your life and just fall into him. It made you feel weightless, it made you feel free. The fantasy of running away with this man, one who promised to share his everything with you, was getting closer to becoming reality by the second.
You were almost scared to turn around, to face him, to confront that deep rooted desire for him. Turning slightly to catch a glimpse of him, seeing his infamous blue mask covering part of his face, wearing a black coat that dragged behind him like a cape. He was so tall, and his shoulders so broad, not to mention that low voice that resonated in places too forbidden to talk about out loud.
Feeling a tingle in between your thighs as he approached you, you averted your gaze with a blush. Turning back to watch him sing the chorus of the song, his voice and movements combined mesmerizing. All your defenses disolved, and you were a victim to this man.
He circled you, your lip open and flushed, you were burning and in need of him. You were so distracted by his melody, by those gorgeous movements he was making, his performance so captivating. His steps quick as he stood behind you and let a gloved hand fall on your neck, choking you lightly. Your breath caught, you were weak at the knees at his aching touch.
Your eyes shut, like your body was surrendering and begging for his touch. You werenât resisting, it was impossible to. His hand trailed your neck and down your shoulder, the feeling lingering until he let go.
A gasp escaping your lips as his set finished, and it was your turn to sing. You did as he instructed, keeping your eyes only on him, breathing through the words that he wrote for you, your angel of music. His gaze burning on your body, making you ache and tremble with anticipation.
You felt light, like you could take flight at any moment. His words and harmony made you feel hazy with passion, you couldnât deny him any longer. His voice meshed with yours and you harmonized, too distracted by his swift movements and hushed voice to focus on the fact that you couldnât see his eyes, it just- must have been too dark.
You didnât want the song to end, you wanted to continue listening to him forever. Feeling a tug at your heartstrings knowing that the composition was almost over, he heard the pain in your voice. It was like you were speaking to each other in song, him confessing his desire for you and you submitting to him.
The entire audience was just as captivated at the passion between the two of you, as he danced with you and you trailed the stage, everything about the scene full of fire and a deep sexual tension.
Then, for the final bit- he closed in on you again, his hand again at your chin, almost masking you now from the audience. Your brows furrowed as he sung for you, his voice got softer and quieter. It felt like an intimate moment, each note telling you it wasnât just raging lust. He held love for you too, a deep, vintage, romance that went deeper than the chambers below the opera house.
You were so enthralled with him you didnât notice the smoke effects shrouding the both of you. It was all so sudden, a crack and a collection of gasps from the audiance at the uncertainty of what was happening. A trapdoor opened and he held you close to his chest as he jumped through it, taking you with him.
It was so dark, you couldnât see where he was leading you. His gloved hand gripping yours tightly, yours squeezing his. You heard drips of water, âwatch your step gorgeous, there are stairsâ he said, his voice gruff. Doing as he said, knowing he would catch you if you fell, trusting him blindly through the haunted walls of the opera.
Eventually there was light, candlelight in specific. There must have been hundreds of them, on the old walls, lining the stairs, right there by the canal where a gondola awaited you. The waters murky, soft ripples illuminated with the flames. He helped you on it and rowed it across the chamber, leading you to his home, his cave.
You watched in awe, having a million questions but not knowing where to start, not wanting to disturb this glorious peace the two of you had created. It was so serene down there, with nothing but the drops of water from the roof that dripped onto your skin coldly.
Arriving at his humble abode, it was gorgeous, with a big bed and dark silky drapes decorating itâs frame, a golden desk that looked like it had been worn with time with a and artifacts scatted like decorum, candlesticks and red candles already half melted.
An organ and scores of music close to completion on the table above, papers scribbled with notes and changes. It was all very baroque, so vintage, so him. It smelled like old metal, phosphorus, candle wax and a hint of patouchi.
The phantom disappeared from your sight, once again he creeped up behind you. His mask tilted up so the lower half of his face was exposed but not to you. He pressed his nose to the crook of your neck and took a deep breath in, inhaling you and sighing in delight. A shiver ran up your spine at his warm lips at your sensitive spot, and the whiff of air that touched your exposed skin, that and how his hand held you in place at the waist while he stood behind you, keeping you still as he readjusted his mask.
Finally you turned, taking in the tall brooding man in a space where nobody could intrude, where it was just the two of you. The beast was afraid of how you might perceive him, how everybody else thought he was a monster.
Not wanting to scare you he stood at a distance, almost frightened of you. It was ironic. You felt your lips tug into a smile, taking the step he was too timid to, his whole body tensed in anticipation.
Gently, like if he was a creature of the night, you approached. Not a fiber of fear in your body when you were finally inches from him, looking up at that dark blue mask. That darkness behind it didnât scare you, it only intrigued you further. His chest rose and fell against yours, his heart rate picking up as you reached a hand up to lay it at his cheek.
The mask was hard at your fingertips, you held the border of it, moving to pull it away so you could finally see his face. You wanted to know who lay behind the mask, the man or monster, you paid that no mind. Your hand at his face, his gripping yours.
âDonâtâ he whispered, melancholy in his voice âyou musnâtâ. Even though he spoke in riddles you heard the pain he subjected himself to, all you wanted to do was comfort him, to show him he wasnât alone. The fire he ignited inside of you burning brightly, he could see it in your eyes.
You let your hand go limp, not moving to gaze elsewhere. âWhat is your name?â You asked.
Out of all the questions you could have possibly asked, that was it? His heart clenched in his chest, âJackâ he said.
You repeated it, âJackâ, trying it out. A name that hadnât been spoken aloud in so long he almost forgot what it sounded like, but to hear it leave your gentle, plush lips made his breath catch in his throat. âMy guardian angelâ
He could already imagine you crying it out like a melody with that sweet voice of yours while he made you feel bliss you never would have expected to see but in your darkest dreams and deepest desires. What a gorgeous thing you were, he was never going to let you go.
At your touch moving down his chest his broad shoulders dropped and his muscles relaxed. You tried to gaze into his eyes but it was like, he didnât have any. But you were so focused on the man who stirred something in you that you wouldnât have cared.
Your breath was heavy, your mind still on the events that occurred on stage. The way that he loomed over you and touched you so effortlessly, it sent a wave of heat to your core and you longed for more. Not many words were exchanged as his arms slowly snaked their way across the small of your back to press you against his strong form. There was so much sexual tension, so much fire burning over every inch of your surface.
You reached for his neck, to pull him down just a bit and hold his mask again, but asking first. âPleaseâ you begged, and he let out a noise that could have been a whimper. âI need to kiss youâ
He moved the mask for you, hesitating only a moment before letting his lips meet yours. It was like an explosion of passion, his movements mirroring yours as you moved in tandem, perfectly. He was cautious with it, a hand laying on your cheek and keeping you close to him. After tasting a bit of you he didnât think he could ever bear distance from you.
Jack craved you, like an animal, hunting the prey he had stalked for so long. He fought the primal urges that craved to come alive and devour you whole. The man knew he had to be delicate with you, at least at first. To take it slow and lay you down while he made love to you.
But with your tongue dancing with his, your bodies against eachotherâs. He hadnt been touched in so long, and for it to finally be you after an eternity of yearning, he didnât know how long he could hold back that desire. Your hands were in his soft messy brown hair, your lips locked with his. It felt like you were speaking to eachother once again, all the anticipation from before breaking the boundary you were tip toeing around. Every second you were losing your composure, unraveling in his grasp.
Jack finally took control, too desperate to feel your weight on him. He moved you backwards, edging you to the bed. Your calfs hit the antique board gently and let you fall back onto the red velvet sheets, the ends of them decorated with golden threading and tassels. He crawled his way to hover over you, discarding his cape, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, enough for you to see his chest rising and falling. The sight of him over you like that. Fuck it did things to you.
There was a thick mist surrounding him, it felt like a dream. But there was only heat between you and him, only a riveting hot desire and inches between you. Hands rushing to undo clothes, your limbs tangled while he made out with you, his abnormally long tongue not shy to go further into your mouth.
The man didnât talk much, he was far too impatient to taste you and savor every bit of you. Just letting out the occasional growls when he groped your ass and after you let out a few needy noises.
You felt yourself getting wet, and he picked up on the scent of your arousal. He spread your legs quickly and quite literally ripped away your skirt and pulled down your panties, something he would be using later for his purposes.
A soft groan left your lips as his pressed hotly to your thighs. He reached every inch of you, kissing softly and working his way up to your pussy. Jack opened you up and watched slick drip down, a thick blush on your cheeks as you averted your gaze in embarrassment.
But he was so hard it physically hurt, his cock twitching in his pants, wanting to be buried inside and never pull out. Before he did any of that though, he wanted to taste the person he was in love with, wanted to make you cry and convulse while he made you cum with only his tongue. He wanted to trace each letter of his name on your soft flesh while you cried it out.
His breath was hot over your clit, like he was an animal panting at having caught his prey. There was nothing more attractive than this beast of man in need, and for you nonetheless. He was anything but slow at engaging in his meal, he was starved, he didnât plan on stopping. Of course he longed for your pleasure, but this delicacy was reserved for his own. Jack was more than enjoying eating your pussy.
He wasnât shy either, slobbering all over you. Spitting on your cunt and wrapping his lips on your clit to suck it. Leaving you all hot while he rolled the flat of his tongue on your bundle of nerves and made it swell. Your pussy was pulsing around nothing, and you were craving something larger to satisfy, for him to fill you up and make you cum all night.
You bucked your hips up into his mouth, he was greedy with the taste of you too. âPlease-â you whispered, âI beg of youâ. Eyes fluttering shut in pleasure that he was teasing you, literally withholding it at the tip of his tongue. He just chuckled teasingly, enjoying you too much to let you have it now.
âNot yetâ he whispered hotly against your skin. âShow me you deserve itâ he said.
You gave a muffled whine at his words, but wanting to behave for him more than anything you complied, knowing he wouldnât give you what you wanted until you did as he said. And when you did, it would be extra rewarding.
âThatâs right prettyâ he praised, âwork for itâ
How his mask managed to stay concealing the upper part of his face was a mystery, you could have sworn you saw fangs, maybe more than one tongue, everything was blurred in an image of pleasure. Your hands gripped at the textured sheets, the scent of candle wax and fresh paper all around you.
A loud mewl escaping your lips when he sunk his sharp teeth into your inner thigh, lapping at the bite and continuing to leave his love marks all over you. He spread your pussy open, just to see how you were fairing at his teasing. When he saw you tighten around nothing he once again filled you with his tongue. It was so long it filled you, he thrusted it in and out and fuck you even felt him curl it inside of you. You bit your lip so hard you drew blood trying to hold back your orgasm, but jack was so skilled with his tongue he wouldnât let you until he decided it was time.
Hooking his strong arms around your thighs and keeping you in place, you saw the outline of all his muscles, his shoulders and biceps. His gaze on you lidded and lustful, scanning over you covered in his marks and bruises. He couldnât help but grind his hips against the mattress too, getting himself off while he ate you out.
âOnly when I say soâ he reminded. The beast craved control, he wanted to prove to you just how much you needed his touch. And just when you thought the torture couldnât get worse he started tracing his tongue in shapes. âDo you know what Iâm writing?â
âJâ There could only be one thing this possessive. âAâ creature wanted to mark into you, he wanted you âCâ to know it. You nodded quickly again, your face âKâ disheveled, your body a mess. âSay itâ he coaxed, his tongue coaxing you to say it, holding you at the edge of your ecstasy.
You were a blabbering mess while he made a meal out of you, but you were exactly where he wanted. Trying your hardest and crying out âJack- Jackâ like a mantra, and his touch was so heavenly that he had become the one and only thing on your mind.
He purred at the sound of your sweet honey voice begging for him, and he finally allowed you your bliss. âThatâs rightâ he cooed, âIâm the one giving you what you needâ he reminded âonly meâ. Your heart felt like it might explode as he drove you right to the edge of your orgasm and let you cum on his tongue.
âOh yes!â You moaned, âyes jackâ you trembled in his grasp. Breathing heavy when he kissed his way back up to your neck, gentle and delicate with you. He seemed like more than just a man, he was special and almost divine, like he was a timeless thing.
âYou are heavenly my sweetâ he whispered in between an inhale on your neck âonly your taste can satisfy my hungerâ, removing his pants and placing his cock on your wet pussy, rubbing himself in your juices and groaning at the sensation. His tip was right against your swollen bud and fuck was it over stimulating you. He was rolling his hips, grinding against you just to get his dick wet.
Your face coated in a thick blush because you could feel his cock was heavy, this wasnât how you expected your first time to go, but there was no way this could be more perfect either. âHave you done this before, my angel?â He asked.
Shaking your head no and whimpering at how he was prodding at your hole, he wasnât going to do anything until you said the word. âIâll make it pleasurable for you my sweetâ he promised. Pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips and tasting the blood you drew from them earlier just made him huff in anticipation, he savored it. âyour gratification is my priorityâ he told you.
You were throbbing, your nails digging into his skin as he kissed your neck again and again. Once you were finally ready you motioned for him to continue, and he lined himself up with your hole. You tensed to ready yourself for the pain that came with the stretch but when his fingers laced with yours all you could focus on was your heart melting for his man. He was gentle for your first time, being gentler than a man would ever be.
Letting out a whimper when he hilted all the way, he waited with you. A free hand at your hips to trace soothing circles while you adjusted, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. Then it came to your face to cup your cheek âyouâre doing so good for meâ he said in the gentlest tone.
âTaking my cock so well my angelâ he praised. You could feel him in the deepest parts of you, and you squeezed his hand tightly, your cunt wrapping around him in a way that made him struggle to not fuck you into the velvet sheets and leave them tainted with your figure.
He pulled out slowly and thrusted languidly, a breathy moan falling from his lips before he pressed them to yours again. A quick kiss of need as he repeated the motion, pulling out a string of lewd noises from your mouth.
âI was made for youâ he said, almost enjoying this slow pace he was building up. His cock stretching out your virgin pussy in a way that made you wrap your legs around him and plead for him to go deeper. âCan you see that now?â A wave of deliciousness burned on the surface of your skin and through every vein in your body, âCan you feel it?â
Jack was making you cream rings around his cock, his balls slapping against your ass while he kissed your neck. He liked smelling his own scent on you, he liked claiming you, this was perhaps the most intimate moment you ever could have shared.
It was almost a shame you couldnât look in his eyes to see his pleasure, but you could feel it in his touch. His mask, now warm, pressed against your beaded forehead while he made love to you. A burning fire at your core that only fueled with each stroke of Jack inside of you.
The secret desire he held for you now revealed, now at his hands, and he couldnât get enough. âYou are so tight around me my angelâ he groaned, âso wet and savoryâ, and his words were so unfiltered, raw like the way he took you on his sheets. It just made you flush, it felt like taboo, it was so wrong but he made it feel so right
Jackâs touch magnetic, every part of him pulling to you, connecting the both of you in a brazen display of pure ardor. Tension high and blood pumping so strongly he could smell it. Every soft inch of your figure making him want to fall and confess all his sin to you.
âIâve watched you for eternityâ he said, panting in your ear while he rolled his hips into yours and filled you up. âIâve longed to have youâ, his balls getting heavier with his release by the second. âEndless nights wishing you were here in my bedâ, you could have sworn there was a bulge. âWhispering to lay with you- my loveâ
âTouching you, touching meâ he groaned, and you looked up at him with droopy eyelids. Your body bouncing back and forth at his command, a happy close lipped smile on your face at the gratification he was providing you with. âMaking you lose yourself to my darkness and desireâ
His moans vibrating in your neck and down your throat when he kissed you just drove you farther into the madness between you. Jack kept stuffing you with his cock and you loved it, you loved him.
This was his whole dream come true, to finally have you, it only made him crave you more deeply. You were the object of all his desires.
It was true that he had craved you for ages, he recalled wrapping his own hand around his cock, fisting it imagining it was your pussy he was thrusting into. And now here you were, and it was more romantic and satisfactory than he ever could have imagined.
In the heat of the moment his mask fell to the side, he felt himself freezing up at what you might think of him, averting his eyeless gaze away from him. But he couldnt imagine how you softly placed your hands on his warm cheeks and pulled him to you again.
His mouth hung open, unable to speak, he didnât know what to say. âYouâre perfectâ you whispered, bucking up because you still wanted him to take him. You didnât care about how he looked like, he made you happier than anything else, made you feel better than anything else, inside and out. âmy guardian angelâ
After so long of wondering what he looked like, knowing now that he was handsome and chiseled, with truffled brown hair and no eyes. Years of people speculating what kind of beast lay beyond the opera walls, of living in fear from someone who was too afraid to show his own face.
Just to realize that he was just a man in need, perhaps a monster, but you could care less.
You kissed him once more, savoring who he truly was while he had you at your most vulnerable and that was the purest thing you ever could have shared. He let out a breath of joy and it only encouraged him to thrust harder into you. Each time he was fully inside of you there was an obscene squelch that made you squeal.
âOhâ he said as he hilted in your throbbing hole. He ached for you the same way you did him. His touch melting you, your body weak at his disposal. His hands commemorating every part of you, fingers digging into your tender skin to pull you closer to him, never wanting to be separated. âOh my-â
Everything about him eluded everyone but not his voice, and it was rough and gorgeous and he had no problem coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your heart wild in your rib cage as you reached your peak and sobbed at yet another moment of white hot bliss he gave you.
He was close, moments away from spilling in your hole and giving you all he had. He warned you, his thrusts picking up and getting messier. Your lip trembling at the edge of another, you knew he could make you.
It was like a symphony, him working you so perfectly, those fingeres which played the keys of his organ so perfectly now touched you. His lips weathered with songs now rested on your skin. His gravely voice whispering sweet praises and your name when he pulled you back onto his cock.
âYou were so amazing up on that stage, the way you sung for meâ he rasped, âsing for meâ he asked once more. âSing for me, my angelâ and you could only do as he wanted.
Completely losing yourself to him, to this beast, to the monster who had to stolen your heart, to Jack. Your beautiful voice cooing him exactly to where he needed to go, he hilted in you. Pushing a bit deeper than you would have expected and your brows furrowed and his lips caught yours. His knot pushed into you as he twitched and spilled his seed in you.
Your body slumping against the bed and you took every bit of him. He held you gently, like you were glass. The breath that was caught in your chest had finally been exhaled, you clung to him desperately.
âI love you, the most beautiful angel, my angelâ he said possessively. âQuite a showâ he said in between kisses and cuddles. Jack was never going to let you go, he hummed a soft lullaby for you as you drifted to sleep, holding you close and praising you gently, âBravaâ
