Summary: you go on a date with Spencer, but he forgets about dinner. We also learn more about reader :) there hopefully will be a part three. I was always planning to make this a series.
Wc: 1507
CW: no edits :(, fluffy, a part where Spencer lowkey runs away. A little ooc Spencer (he forgets dinner), Bold for text messages, Angola ferret named Milo. smarty pants reader!! This whole series you will be smart!! Early-mid seasons. (Also I fleshed out the character a little more sorry if it sounds a lil different than pt 1)
The next afternoon, you had arrived at the cafĂŠ early. Not because you were eager. A small but fascinating library resided beside the date spot. One where you had bought a fascinating book all about Palynology!
So in casual you fashion, you came early to smooth some nerves by doing your favorite activity. Learning, and upon closer examination of the layout, you had found a rather cozy spot to reside in. (one coincidentally close to Spencer's location from the day you had asked him out)
For the next fifteen minutes, you, a small worn journal, a set of highlighters, assorted colors of pens, and sticky notes weâre your best friend. Anything you were curious about was jotted down, whether for further research or out of fascination.
You had already began to annotate the book at home, various printed papers of academic research papers and notes. Each attached to a corresponding paragraph with a small heart, star, or smiley face.
You were currently halfway through annotating a page about pollen morphology when the bell above the door chimed. The little twinkle melodic within the mumble of people talking through the room.
Looking up to see Spencer standing in the doorway. A dark green cardigan sliding off his shoulders. A brown messenger bag, slung over his shoulders. His hair looked just as soft and uncooperative as yesterday, a small section falling into his eyes as he scanned the room.
There was a nervousness to him that made your heart squeeze in your chest. One hand adjusting his sleeve, shifting his weight slightly as he looked around
Then he spotted you and smiled. You werenât prepared. It was so warm, and made your hands shake and sweat. The feeling of nervousness that was washed away by task-oriented concentration was once again instilled within you as you watched him walk closer.
Each step is like a fever dream. By the time he had reached your table, you were pretending to be very deeply invested into the book about pollen, and not how lethally handsome he was for your date.
âHi.â The smile in his voice was glaringly obvious. You glanced up as he at down across from you. For a second neither of you spoke. Then his eyes zeroed on your textbook.
âWhat is that?â He asked curiously.
âA textbookâ you stated, smoothing your palms on the knit of your sweater.
âI gathered, what is it about?â He said more directly, with a hint of sarcasm. The smile tugged at the edges of your lips, his annoyed face was as handsome as his smile.
âPalynology, its theââ you began as you watched him carefully. You didnt want to be boring on your first date.
ââStudy of pollen and spores. I know,â he said, as if it wasnât a niche fact that you stumbled upon at the book store a few days ago.
But instead of annoyance, you could only feel the spark of excitement beginning to burn within your cheeks. âYou know what it is?â You hoped you sounded more calm than you felt.
âA little.â He said casually. and your entire face lit up.
The conversation after that flowed easier. Well easier than yesterday. Your palms were no longer sweaty, just moving in and out of your peripherals as you began gesturing around as you word-vomited the exciting information you had learned.
That mostly one sided conversation somehow brought you to explaining about forensic palynology. Itâs uses and little facts you learned. Crime scenes, evidence, and then came the dreaded question.
âwhat do you do? Like-â he paused searching. â-as a job.â
â..hmmâŚ.. i work in forensics.â You said, wincing slightly at the vagueness.
The answer sat between you, deliberately vague, and you hoped and prayed he wouldnât be able to see into that. But from the sharpness of his eyes you could tell he probably could tell.
Your eyes flitted around him instead, the pressure of keeping eye contact turned your stomach sour. Towards the window, then a cabinet. A nervous habit you never could break.
âinteresting.â He said easily.
âYep.â You nodded quickly.
His lack of conversation made you feel analyzed, like he was reading into every single reaction or lack there of you were offering.
âSo what made you so interested in palynology?â The relief was almost instantaneous. The speed in which you brightened was almost comical.
âOkay, so the thing about pollen isââ you began rambling, not noticing how Spencer smiled into his coffee.
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Hours somehow passed. Neither of you had noticed a the minutes ticked away. Well your journal noticed, now filled with many, many, new facts.
Conversation drifted, from work, to hobbies, to likes and dislikes, to book, to technology. This was the first and only strong difference of opinion you had all day.
âYou dislike technology?â you stared at him. Technology was the only reason you were able to work.
Spencer nodded like he wasnât more serious and sure about anything in his life. Strong affirmative on the whole, hating technology thing.
âIt isnât as reliable as books.â He stated plainly.
âOkay, true,â you said, pointing at him lazily. âBut a mas spec was and is a very useful if not necessary for forensicsâ
Spencer paused before narrowing his eyes slightly.
You folded your lips guiltily, as if caught red handed. You winced as the subtle sharpness returned to his eyes.
âIf âmas specâ is what i think it is, what are you doing using a mass spectrometer?â Her questioned, a neat eyebrow raising.
The answer that slipped out was embarrassing, âMass spec things.â As if you couldnât make it worse. You just shrugged helplessly as if it was something you heard off the street and not a piece of fine machinery you used and watched over people using.
His questioning expression only deepened.
âHah.. haha. Did you know its been five hours since the date started.â You laughed nervously. The fact spilled out before you could rein it in. Your finger pointing to the clock perched on the counter top. as if checking if the statement were true.
his eyes widened as if he forgot something important.
âOh.â
you frowned at his tone. That oh felt very concerning.
âOh?â You repeated gently, like it would break a really, really good dream.
Spencer immediately checked his watch. Then the clock. Back to the watch.
âI forgot somethingâ iâI have to go.â He stood, moving awkwardly and swiftly from around his chair
He watched as your expression had lost its glow, the brightness and flush leaving your cheeks as dejection settled in. That and how you all of a sudden became very interested in organizing the papers spread out on the table from your rant earlier.
âIââ you cleared your throat. âI should let you go then.â Something softened in his expression
âYeah..â even with that confirmation he isnât move. Stayed for a second to watch you collect your notes. Finally Spencer nodded and turned toward the door.
The bell twinkled again, but this time it was as he disappeared outside. You huffed a sigh into the air. At least you didnât accidentally disclose any confidential information.
Another thirty minutes and you probably wouldâve started talking about laboratory procedures⌠Or evidence processing.
The door opened again.
You jumped and snapped your head up, just to watch as Spencer walked back into the cafĂŠ with hurried steps. His cheeks flushed and hair a little more tousled than before.
âi forgot something..â he breathed. before you could even overthink, he pulled out his phone and turned it toward you.
âi forgot to ask for your number.â He was serious. The knots that twisted themselves into your stomach loosened. A sigh escaping you as you smiled again.
You reached over and typed it into the phone, and texted yourself, waiting until the familiar jingle rattled from your own device as confimation. Simple. Easy.
When he glanced down at your contact, he smiled again.
âGood. Thank youâ he said before he hurried out the door.
Even if he wasnât as perfect as you expected, somehow that human made him even more attractive.
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Later when you got home, changed clothes, cooked something small, and set the textbook on your table, your phone buzzed. a text flashing across the open screen.
it was from Spencer.
Dr Reid
I made it
You smiled, of course his first text was formal.
I was only forty-three minutes late to a team dinner.
You laughed.
I have been informed that itâs apparently my personal record
I was also inclined to ask if you were interested in a second date. There is a meuseum exhibit opening this week end.
There was pause before he texted again. for someone who hated technology he sure texts a lot. (You still couldnât believe he was interested in you.
You strike me as someone who reads every informational plaque
You stared at it before giggling. The noise causing a small scampering ferret, your baby Milo to come running onto your lap. Your fingers rested in his long fur before you started typing back.
You
Thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said or noticed about me.
Dr Reid
Good. It was intended to be a compliment.
And somehow, with a five-hour date, endless talking, and the stack of notes youâd taken while talking to him⌠he wanted another date. That idea made you smile into your wiggling noodle of a son.
Going in for some minor surgery where they still have to knock you out, and when you wake up you have absolutely ridiculous fake tit implants, your face has been remodelled, and you have lips that can only start being described as 'fetish content'
You try to ask about what happened, did they take you to the wrong surgical suite? And the nurse just says no, the surgeons just thought you would look better this way-- your tits were too small before and you looked too plain, so they fixed it, it's fine, your insurance covered it anyway
It isn't until later you discover they also modified your pussy so it's guaranteed to prominently cameltoe anything besides the loosest skirt or drop-crotch yoga pants, and somehow even a finger inside you makes you wetter than you ever remember being
As part of your recovery, you have to go through physiotherapy sessions and you keep saying how difficult it is to move around with these massive tits, and how much your pussy squishes between your thighs, and you try and tell the physios not to grope you-- they use their very calm, professional tones to explain that they need to ensure your body is okay, this is part of their clinical examinations
They make you get into a gynaecological examination chair so they can check your vulva for any worrying amounts of swelling or infection, and the surgeon comes by to check on their work. You're leaned back, and you can only barely see the top of their head
You feel fingers in you first, pressing in, testing your stretchiness, but you know that they shouldn't be squeezing and brushing your clit like that and you swear that's not someone's fingers inside you now, but the last thing you hear is the surgeon's voice telling a nurse that the patient is getting agitated and to give you something to calm you down, a few moments before your vision goes black and you go back to that hazy, dark, confusion place where you only get flashes of sensation every now and then, and you slowly come to later in your ward bed, feeling extremely wet and turned on, with a weird taste in your mouth the nurse assures you is just dry mouth which is a common reaction to a lot of painkillers and drugs
Every time you try and tell people you didn't want this, they just seem kind of confused, and keep just giving you pamphlets about trauma therapy, and offering to get the hospital councillor to come talk to you, but then your protests start getting frustrated responses and you hear the nurses talking to each other and one of the doctors about concerns you'll try and hurt yourself and that they think you might be experiencing some sort of psychosis, or maybe this is some sort of withdrawal symptom, or you're acting out for attention, and maybe they should think about putting you on a psychiatric hold for a bit...
They call your partner (who had to stay away during your initial recovery because of the risk of infection) and they arrive and you finally think you have an ally who will make them listen/understand what you're saying, they know you wouldn't have wanted this!
But when you're talking together, you notice their eyes keep dropping down to your lips or your tits, and they keep licking and biting their own, and they make non-committal noises every time you talk about how you didn't want to be made into some sort of slutty caricature...
Then you hear them talking with one of the nurses and they say they're concerned too, and the nurse says they can help rush through legal guardianship with the courts so that you have a legal caretaker who can look after them, since it's clear you're not fit to make decisions with your current mental state
When your partner finally brings you home, you see they've had to put a lot of locks around the house and they explain it's for your own safety, they and all the doctors and the court just want to make sure you're okay, and they're here to support you. And your partner has to make sure you take your medication and continue your recovery exercises because it's part of ensuring your health
They want you to get back to normal, and to maintain your previous routines as much as possible, and well-- you and your partner love each other so much, and you've always had high libidos... It's not their fault your new lips make it a lot harder to distinguish between a 'no' and a moan...
Monster that repeatedly takes the same mate, and it doesnât stick around all the time but itâll always find you again
After the first time it breeds you, the babies grow fast. In a matter of weeks you can barely move, and as soon as the offspring are born, they scurry off to find their other parent. The monster takes it as a signal that youâre ready again, and comes back for the next litter. You donât know at first that itâs on its way, and it fucks you by surprise as soon as it finds you. The cycle will repeat indefinitely, with you carrying its babies and then waiting for it give you more. No matter where you go or hide or whatever you do, it always manages to get to you
Imagine if the first time wasnât forced, and you voluntarily decided to do it, unaware of this particular monsterâs breeding behaviors
âDoctor, what are we doing here?â The assistant questioned, uncomfortable from the several minutes spent crawling through bushes.
âShhhhh.â The doctor whispered, pressing a finger against the assistantâs mouth. âWeâre in monster territory. If you attract one of them, Iâm using you as bait so I can escape.â
âWhat?? Why do we have a bodyguard, then?â The assistant questioned, lowering their volume to match.
The doctor looked at the silent and stoic bodyguard next to them, then back at the assistant. âThe bodyguard is for humans who try to mess with us. And manual labor. Not for fighting monsters. Since when has SPF ever been about fighting monsters?â
âSince the last ten times you punched a monster and yelled at the bodyguard to kick its ass before it breeds us.â
âOh yeah. Well weâre still a research team first and foremost. Stop questioning me.â
âYes, doctor.â The assistant sighed as the trio ventured further into the bushes. By now, they could hear something odd up ahead. The rhythmic movement of something wet, and the sound of a personâs pained and pleasured moans. It wasnât long before they reached a vantage point where they could look over a clearing where the source of the sound was.
There, sat against a tree, was the monster that the doctor had been looking for. It was huge bidepal creature, at least 8 feet tall. Its powerful muscles flexed with every movement, one limb containing vastly more strength than a human had in their entire body.
And in the monsterâs hand, it held a human by the waist, impaled on its cock as it roughly moved them up and down like a glorified sex toy to stroke itself off. The size of the monsterâs cock was hard to estimate, constantly buried inside its prey, but the humanâs abdomen bulged out from the mass of the thing inside them. The sloppy wet noises of the humanâs ravaged hole echoed around the clearing, almost as loud as their desperate and overwhelmed cries and moans. They werenât struggling, werenât calling for help, already more than exhausted by now and unable to do anything other than take it. Besides the hole torn in their pants, their clothes were mostly intact. Hiking boots, a tight shirt that did very little to obscure their bulging abdomen, and a belt that was straining against said bulge.
âSeems like this one didnât waste any time getting to the main event.â The doctor commented, producing a notepad and pen to hand to the assistant. âThis could be the monsterâs natural behavior, or it may have been particularly pent up.â
âDoctor, shouldnât we help them?â The assistant asked.
âNope. Weâre here to observe and dip.â
âSeriously??â
âYou wanna go down there and help? Be my guest.â
They looked down into the clearing again. The caught human was completely limp with their eyes half closed, their mouth hanging open as completely uncontrolled moans spilled out. It wasnât clear just how long the monster had been using them. The assistant wrote down the previous comment.
âGood! Youâre still smart enough to be my assistant. Anyways.â The doctor continued to prattle off various notes and details about the monster, all of which the assistant diligently copied down. But it was a struggle to pay attention to the doctorâs words. The sound of the caught humanâs hole being ravaged sent shivers up the assistantâs spine, and the doctor never spoke as loud as those defeated moans. Still, the assistant kept up with all of the doctorâs voiced thoughts, never falling behind.
Meanwhile, the doctor kept their eyes glued to the scene. Mostly at the bulge that grossly distorted the humanâs abdomen. They had the fit, athletic body expected of a hiker, which only made the bulge all the more obtrusive. The monsterâs cock hammered in fast and hard, stretching them out with every thrust like a cocksleeve only made for the monsterâs pleasure. And it somehow began to move even faster. The monsterâs snarls and growls grew louder and louder, rivaling the humanâs own moans.
âOh look, watch this. I think itâs almost there.â The doctor encouraged, patting the assistantâs shoulder then lifting their chin. Just in time to watch as the monster violently slammed their cock inside all the way to the base. The humanâs scream was drowned out by the monsterâs deafening roar, balls squeezing and cock visibly pulsing through the humanâs abdomen as it pumped out giant loads of seed. The bulge quickly disappeared behind the humanâs rapidly swelling belly, not meant to hold so much at once. Their scream became a series of strangled cries, voice straining out every time their belly bulged larger and larger with each pump. The belt creaked and strained, until it finally gave with a loud snap as the buckle was launched away. The shirt was quick to ride up after, bunching up on the humanâs chest. Very soon, they looked like they were on the verge of giving birth, yet still stuffed fuller and fuller as the monster showed no signs of stopping just yet.
Parts of each pump would spill out. Making a mess on the ground, the monsterâs balls and legs, and the humanâs legs and expanding underbelly. But for every bit of seed that escaped, much more would be packed inside the human. Their belly reddened from the pressure, their eyes rolling back as drool dripped from their mouth, body seizing and shaking. Every time it seemed like they couldnât possibly fit anymore, another load swelled them up again. But eventually, the flood did slow down, and finally stop. The human went limp again, their head hanging. They looked much more than pregnant now. Their cum stuffed belly was about as big as their body, the bottom of it resting on the forest floor.
The humanâs respite didnât last long. It only took a short while before they were groaning again, barely shifting in the monsterâs grip. The pressure in their stuffed insides kept them from being able to relax. Any drop of seed that hadnât escaped earlier was now trapped inside, the monsterâs cock acting like a plug. Suddenly the human started letting out strained, weak cries, almost in a timed pattern, panting in between.
âThe monster must be throbbing like crazy in there.â The doctor commented. âAll that and it still isnât finished.â
âTheyâll explode if this keeps up! Look at their stomach, thereâs no way they can handle twice that.â The assistant protested.
âI doubt it. Humans have gotten filled bigger than that.â
And just as the doctor said, the monster started again. It was slow at first, moving its cock around in the humanâs ruined hole despite their protesting cries, but it picked up the pace quick enough. The human was practically being squished, monster from behind fucking them against their own belly. Rocking it back and forth, the gallons of cum inside them loudly sloshing and gurgling alongside the sound of the humanâs moans and their hole being ravaged again.
The research team continued to observe the scene from the safety of the bushes. It was going to be a long observation.
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Once again, I wrote all this in one sitting while tired. Excuse me for any mistakes or bad sentence structure. Someday Iâll put my full effort into good writing for this blog
As you can see from this chapter, Iâm starting to lean into identifying the research team as characters instead of just a device to start the story. This was my plan from the beginning before I spat out the first test chapter, and I already had them fully characterized in my head since then.
But as you can also see, I really held back on actually showing that characterization outside of their roles (the doctor, the assistant, and the bodyguard) and displaying hints of personality. Thatâs cause Iâm once again testing the waters to see if anyone likes the direction Iâm going in.
I do want to lean further into the research team being actual characters. Most of my concept posts are left intentionally vague to appeal to a wider audience that can fill in the blanks to suit them. (For example, I try not to identify genders in concept posts. Interpret it as mpreg if you want, and donât let the monsterâs 12 inch dick stop you from picturing it as female)
But ironically, the wider appeal vagueness does limit me in some ways. Itâs a lot harder for me to play around with personalities, relationship dynamics, backgrounds, and other stuff like that without characterization. The SPF research team is my way of eventually stepping into kink stories that require actual characters. Now, Iâm not putting an end to my wider appeal concept posts of course. I will be concept posting every time I have a concept to be posted, and that will always be the vast majority of my blog. Iâd just like to do more
Iâll probably go ahead with the in depth research team whether I get feedback on it or not, but Iâd like to hear if anyone is interested by this. Anyways if you read this far, thank you for listening to my author rambles and I hope my insomnia writing is still good enough to enjoy
Monster that naturally takes so long to cum that finishing after several hours would be considered abnormally fast for it
When it first catches you, itâs too strong for you to fight off. Your only choice is to just endure its oversized cock until it stuffs you and lets you go. But you keep enduring, and enduring, and enduring, and the monster never shows any signs of stopping. After itâs fucked countless orgasms out of you, it hasnât even had one. If thereâs a clock nearby, you might be able to tell that youâve been getting used as a toy for hours and hours, assuming you can still think about anything other than monster dick
You canât endure forever, as the constant railing exhausts you till you canât move. And with one more orgasm you finally pass out. The monsterâs not satisfied, though. It doesnât pause for even a second as it continues thrusting away into your unconscious body. You donât get to truly rest, and eventually youâre woken up by the same rough thrusting that knocked you out. Itâs been nonstop for a full day now.
When the monster finally starts to speed up, getting close to finishing at last, even that takes a long time. Even rougher than before for almost a full extra hour before with one more hard thrust and stuff your insides with its seed. One pump at a time fills you fuller and fuller. It feels infinite, but finally itâs done and you get a chance to rest. Well, until you feel its cock throb inside you again. You donât even have the strength to complain as round 2 starts
thankfully most of us would rather see this place burn to the ground than hand over more information to staff so this kind of thing isn't going to do any good
Can you write one where bucky and reader are both avengers and married and she wants to try bdsm stuff lighty (especially spanking) but she's nervous to ask bucky thinking he'll judge her or something and instead he's happy and gives her one hell of a night
Experimenting In The Bedroom -> Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings-> Husband/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Avenger!Reader
Summary-> You tell Bucky that you want to try a little bit of BDSM in the bedroom, which leads to you and him experimenting in the bedroom.
A/N-> @fancyinternetbasement thank you for the beautiful requestđŠľ
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes
Header made by my friend / divider made by me
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!đ
âIt feels good to be home.â You say as soon as you and Bucky entered yours and his house.
âIt is.â Bucky agrees.
You and Bucky finished a successful mission with the Avengers and you two just got home. You two got cleaned up and put your mission uniforms in the laundry basket. You made a mental note to yourself to wash them tomorrow. For now, you just want to spend time with your husband. You sighed softly as you sat down on the couch next to him, cuddling yourself against him. Bucky wraps his arm around you. You bite your bottom lip as you thought of something youâve been meaning to tell Bucky. Something that involves you, Bucky, and the bedroom to be exact.
âSo, Iâve been thinking.â You begin.
âUh oh.â Bucky jokes.
âBabe!â You whined.
âIâm kidding!â He chuckles. âWhat have you been thinking?â He asks.
âIâve been thinking that we should try something interesting in the bedroom.â You say.
âOh? Care to elaborate on what it is?â He says intrigued.
âBDSM. Not the extremes of it. Just the light stuff like spanking and being tied to the bed.â You say.
Bucky stares at you with raised eyebrows. He was not expecting you to say that. If heâs being honest, heâs intrigued. Heâs willing to try anything new and interesting with you in the bedroom.
âWell? What do you think?â You asked a bit nervously.
âI think thatâs an amazing idea.â Bucky says.
âReally? You would do that kind of stuff with me?â You asked.
âDoll, Iâll do anything with you. Iâm down to try anything you want.â He says.
You smiled and kissed him. The kiss started off soft and sweet. Then it turned heated. You two pull away breathlessly. Bucky stands up, pulling you up with him and leads you to yours and his bedroom.
âStrip for me, doll face.â Bucky says gruffly.
You gave him a show as you did so. Buckyâs eyes filled with lust and his cock hardens as he watches you. He licks his lips as he stares at your naked body. Then he sat down on the edge of the mattress.
âCâmere.â He beckons you over to him while patting his lap.
You approached him, swaying your hips seductively as you did so. You laid across Buckyâs lap. You can feel his bulge poking your stomach. Buckyâs right hand rubs your asscheeks before doing anything, giving both of them a squeeze.
âReady?â He asks.
âYes, Sergeant.â You answered seductively.
Bucky raises his hand and brings it down, landing a smack on your ass. The smack echoed throughout the bedroom.. A moan falls from your lips.
âI knew you would like this.â Bucky smirks.
âI do.â You say.
Bucky raises his hand again, landing another smack on your ass. This spank was a bit harsher than the first one, but youâre not complaining one bit. You love how it feels. Moans kept falling from your lips as he continued to spank you. He spanked you till your ass was red.
âHowâre you feeling, babydoll?â Bucky asks, checking in on you.
âAmazing.â You say. âWhatâs next?â You curiously asked.
âYouâre about to find out, doll face, but first, I need you to lay on your back for me.â He says.
âYes, Sergeant.â You replied obediently.
You did as Bucky said, laying on your back on the bed. Since you and Bucky donât have handcuffs to handcuff you to the bed, he used the next best thing. His belt.
âArms up above your head.â He orders.
You put your arms up above your head and Bucky wraps his belt around your wrists.
âToo tight?â He asks just to make sure youâre not uncomfortable.
âNo, it feels fine.â You say.
âGood.â He says softly.
Your legs open on their own accord as Bucky got on the bed. His eyes scan over your body for a moment before kissing you. He slowly kisses down your body, making you up as he did so. You shiver when you felt his breath on your pussy. Your hips bucked when you felt his fingers rub from your entrance to your clit.
âAh, ah.â Bucky coos softly, putting his vibranium arm across your hips. âStay still.â He says.
He leans closer to your pussy, licking a stripe on your pussy. A breathy moan fell from your lips. Buckyâs thumb began rubbing your clit in a circular motion while his tongue began to work its magic on your pussy. Your mouth fell open, moans and his name falling from your lips. Your eyes closed and your head fell back against the pillow.
âHead up. Eyes on me.â He orders, his vibranium hand tapping your hip.
You opened your eyes and lifted your head back up, watching your husband eat you out like a starved man. He held eye contact with you while he slides two fingers into your pussy. Your eyes nearly closed and your head almost fell back onto the pillow again, but his vibranium hand tapped your hip to get your attention again.
âYea, you like that, donât you, babydoll? You like my fingers fucking your pussy?â Bucky says softly and gruffly.
âYes! I love it so much!â You moaned.
âI bet you wish my cock was fucking you instead, huh?â He says.
âYes! I want your cock!â You moaned.
âYea?â He asks.
âYes!â You moaned.
âI want it!â You begged.
âDonât worry, doll face. Youâll get my cock in a bit.â He says in a cooing voice.
The way you huffed sounded like a whine. That earned you a spank on the side of your ass.
âQuit your fucking whining.â He says.
âYes, Sergeant.â You replied submissively.
Buckyâs tongue and fingers didnât miss a single spot. They hit and licked every spot. Your moans grew louder when his fingers curled into that one spot inside of you.
âRight there!â You moaned.
âYea?â He says.
âYes!â You moaned.
His fingers didnât stop hitting that spot. The movements of his fingers became relentless. Your moans grew louder and louder. You felt your orgasm building up. Your legs trembled a bit. Youâre going to cum any second. Bucky can sense it by the way your pussy was squeezing his fingers.
âI can feel you getting close, babydoll.â Bucky says in a cooing voice.
âI am!â You moaned.
âYou wanna cum?â He asks.
âYes! Please let me cum, Sergeant! Iâm being a good girl!â You begged.
The sound of your begging went straight to his cock.
âCum for me, doll.â He says.
You moaned his name loudly as you came. The movements of Buckyâs fingers and tongue didnât stop. He praises you through your orgasm. Then he stops his movements and pulls his tongue and fingers away from your pussy. You whined at the loss of contact of his tongue and fingers. That earned you a smack on the side of your ass.
âWhat did I say about whining?â Bucky says.
âNot to whine.â You say.
âThen stop it.â He says.
Bucky sits up in between your legs. His hands rub the tops of your thighs. He gave you a moment to recover from your orgasm before going any further.
âReady for more, doll face?â Bucky asks after a couple minutes.
âMore than ready.â You grinned seductively.
Bucky kisses you before taking his clothes off. Then he flips you onto your stomach, propping your hips up so your ass was sticking out towards him. You wiggled yourself against him, moaning when you felt his hard cock against your pussy. You squeaked when Bucky spanked you yet again.
âNone of that.â Bucky says.
Bucky held your hips to prevent you from moving them again. Then he lines his cock at your entrance, stroking it a few times before sliding it into your pussy. Your mouth falls open, a moan of satisfaction falling from your lips. His pelvis was pressed against your ass when his cock was fully inside of you.
âSo full.â You moaned.
âYea?â Bucky says.
You hummed and nodded. Buckyâs hands rub your asscheeks before pulling almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusts back into you with a hard thrust.
âOh fuck, Sarge!â You moaned loudly.
âYea, you like that, doll face? You like it when I fuck your sweet pussy like this?â He asks.
âOh my god! Yes! I fucking love it!â You moaned.
Buckyâs thrusts were almost relentless. He didnât let up for a second. His hands gripped your hips tightly. Thereâs no doubt that youâll have hand print shaped marks on your hips by tomorrow, but youâre not complaining one bit. The sound of moans and skin slapping, along with the smell of sex fills the bedroom. Bucky occasionally spanked you as he fucked you. It added more pleasure to what youâre already receiving.
âMore!â You begged.
âMore what, gorgeous? You gotta be specific.â He says.
âSpank me more!â You say.
âLike this?â He asks, smacking your ass.
âYes! Just like that!â You moaned.
The spanks was a bit harsher than it was a little bit ago, but youâre not complaining. You love it more than you thought you would.
âYou must really like it when I spank you. I can feel your pussy squeezing me.â He says and moans.
âI do love it! It feels so good!â You moaned.
âI bet it does.â He smirks, smacking your ass again.
The spanking didnât stop there. It was occasional. They were a bit harsher than they were the first time around, but youâre not complaining. You have no doubt that your ass is going to be redder by the time you and Bucky are done.
âHarder!â You moaned.
âHarder?â Bucky asks.
âYes please, Sarge!â You moaned.
Your wish is his command. Buckyâs thrusts sped up and he spanked you a bit harder. That nearly sent you over the edge.
âFuck!â You moaned.
Your moans went straight to Buckyâs cock and spurred him on. Your moans got louder when you felt his cock hitting that one spot inside of you over and over, which made your second orgasm of the night build up. You can already tell that this orgasm is going to be more intense than the first one. Your legs were already starting to tremble. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer. Bucky can feel it from the way your pussy was squeezing his cock.
Buckyâs hand lands a harsh smack on your ass as you came harder than you did the first time.
âFuck. Thatâs it. Good girl.â He praises you.
Bucky fucks you through your orgasm. His orgasm wasnât too far behind yours. His thrusts didnât falter for a second. His hands tightened their grip on your hips. Then he came inside of you. A white ring of cum forms around the base of his cock. You could feel some of his cum rolling down your thighs. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He presses himself against you for a few seconds when he stopped thrusting. You whined softly when he pulled out of you.
âFuck. Thatâs hot.â Bucky says as he watches his cum drip out of your pussy.
You laid down flat on your stomach while Bucky laid down next to you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at your husband.
âBabe?â You say.
âHmm?â Bucky hums.
You showed him your wrists that are still tied together with his belt.
âOh, right. Sorry.â He says.
Bucky takes his belt off of your wrist and drops it on the floor. You moved closer to him, kissing him softly.
âHow was that for some BDSM?â Bucky asks.
âAmazing.â You grinned. âI can wait for more.â You say.
âYouâre in for one hell of a night, doll face.â He grins back.
So apparently people who work with wolves say that they are constantly trying to lick the inside of their mouths, because its a proper greeting for wolves.
What about a pack of himbo werewolves and they just keep licking at the reader, just trying to lick the inside of their mouth and confused as to why they aren't letting them.
I immediately had an image in mind after reading this.
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When they first introduced themselves you were surprised by how quick to touch they were, over reaching from a handshake to full blown hugging in a single moment. For what you assumed was the equivalent of a small scale frat house, the gaggle of werewolves that had moved in next door, you really weren't expecting the level of contact they deemed as friendly...
The first time it happened you were in the laundry room, putting your sheets in the dryer when two of them came stumbling in with a ridiculous amount of clothes to wash, all you'd done was smile and wave at them when one of them came rushing over.
Wrapping his arms around you and greeting you with a firm headbutt and nuzzling into your face, unashamed as he licks across your cheek, swiping his tongue across your lips and whining when you jolt back in surprise, as if what he'd done was completely normal.
Scrambling for a moment you accidentally amble into the other werewolf, yelping loudly as he repeated the same motions and licks as the other, both looking like defeated puppies when you snatch up your laundry and bolt out of the laundry as quickly as you can.
It's awkward the next few times they see you in the hallway, the two from the laundry perk up but whine at the same time, a confusing mix that leaves you more bewildered than before.
Surely the rest of the group isn't as forward... Wrong.
Each encounter you have with the werewolves starts with them trying to cuddle, nuzzle, and lick your face and your mouth. Every time you jerk back or away they whine, sulking visibly despite the way you'd pulled back they persist in trying to french you on the daily whenever they lay their eyes on you.
warnings/kinks: dubcon, bondage, use of vibrator, hints at being drugged, slight degradation
pairings: Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader
word count: 0.8k
tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower
Your eyes open slowly, taking in the room as it appears before you. You hear a slight rustling from the right-hand side, and you try to move your head in that direction. But you feel tired, sluggish and like your head is full of sand. Itâs so hard to even really focus on whatâs going on beside you, but soon you hear a voice, and it soothes you so much. It belongs to your lover, Madara. You know youâre in good hands, which is good considering the predicament you are in right now.
âOh good, youâre awake,â his voice is so calming to you.
Your mouth feels so dry, âw-water, please.â
Madara chuckles and he comes over with a goblet of water. He helps you sit up slightly, and he tilts the glass to your lips. You feel a little less weak with the sips you take, but still youâre quite confused and unsure of what led you to this position. When you try to reach out for him and the goblet, you realize that youâre bound to the bed. You wiggle against the restraints, another sad whine falling from your lips as you realize just how dangerous this whole scenario might be.
âCome on, princess.â Madara warns in a low tone. âRemember what we talked about,â
Your eyes tear up at the thought of what you two talked about, âI-I-Iâm sorry.â
Madara smirks at the way your bottom lip keeps trembling, âJust be a good girl for me.â
You try your best to relax under the weight of the restraints, but itâs just making you feel even more excited for whatâs to come. You are so pent up right now, and the arousal forming between your thighs becomes even more apparent. Slick drips down your thighs; a string of it connecting your pussy to your inner thigh. Madara can tell youâre just dripping now. He can smell your arousal, and he peers down to between your thighs and he chuckles darkly.
âThatâs what I thought,â
His gloved hands soothe down your neck to your breasts. You let out a strangled groan when he begins kneading your tits so roughly. You canât even push him off of you, youâre stuck like this. But the thought of not even being able to get him off is so exciting to you. He knows his boundaries, and he knows that if you utter that safe word, itâs all over. He would never dare go further than what was agreed upon.Â
As he squeezes your tits firmly, he leans in to kiss you passionately. His tongue shoves into your mouth, so desperate to taste you. You gasp, trying not to cry out and break the kiss. He climbs on top of you and his knee parts your thighs. Warmth fills your body as your need for Madara keeps growing. Youâre not even sure how long youâll be able to hold on once he begins stimulating your needy cunt.
âYouâre too needy,â he breaks you out of your thoughts.
You bite back a whine, âp-please, Iâm being good.â
He considers your words for a moment, and takes that moment to adjust his hard-on in his pants. Having you so helpless beneath him is such a turn on. Nothing makes him more horny than having complete control over every situation. That was the agreement that your relationship was founded on. Madara knows that youâll almost never deny him of the whims and wants that he has.
He presses his knee against your sopping wet pussy. This makes you moan and scramble to try and hold something to keep you grounded. But thereâs nothing to hold onto. Madara made sure you were completely tied up and restrained so that you wouldnât be able to reach for anything. He always plans ahead before doing this to you. Every last detail is taken care of.
âD-donât tease me!â you shout. You immediately regret doing this.
âTch, I told you that youâre too needy.â
He slips off the bed and grabs something from his bag on the ground. You begin shaking your head ânoâ when you realize what he has in his hands. Madara turns on the magic wand on the lowest setting and he presses against your clit. You yelp as the pleasure courses right through you. The vibrations are just low enough to keep you right there on that edge.
âI could keep this up all night if I wanted to,â Madara says as he begins experimenting with the controls. âThereâs nothing you can do about it.â
Tears stream down your cheeks as he continuously sets the vibrations to the highest and then right back down to the lowest within seconds. Itâs a vicious cycle that leaves you panting and begging for release. Madara watches you as you desperately plead to cum. Itâs not that he doesnât want you to cum, he just thinks you could work for it a little more than you have.
âBe a good girl,â Madara says as he sets the wand to the highest setting. âOr else, Iâll keep it strapped to you like this all night.â
Kakashi Hatake proving the suffocating tension between you two was completely mutual.
Proofread: For the most part, yes | Word count: 7.3k | Warnings: MDNI! Smut, PWP, friends to lovers, mutual pining, touch-starved fem!reader, unmasked!Kakashi, ALMOST a dom-ish!Kakashi (he was desperate, your honor). Lots of filthy dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, ass spanking, breeding kink/creampie. A bit of aftercare & soft fluff ending. Kakashi and reader have a somewhat established relationship full of unresolved sexual tension, so itâs HEAVILY IMPLIED heâs very comfortable around her. Hence his feral personality when fucking her brains out ;) This man is putting the Make Out series to WORK! Readers are free to scroll past if this specific character interpretation does not align with their comfort levels.
A/n: I wanted to write a very, very, VERY dirty one with Kakashi for quite some time now. Not my usual one with him, but I wanted so much tension that this man would come out of his shell and give his all. The idea came to me in a convo with my sweet girlie pop @ichxraaa, sheâs an amazing writer btw, and supported this crazy idea immediatly! đ¤ Enjoy this dirty-mouth version. And thank you for almost 100 followers <333
But whenever you saw him fixing something, working on something and using his hands, he looked even hotter. As fuck!Â
You spent a ridiculous amount of time with him. It passed the point of coincidence months ago. Wherever Kakashi went, you were usually standing right beside him. You watched him file mission reports at the Hokage tower. You watched him repair target posts at the academy. You watched his fingers turn the pages of his novel. You were completely hyper-fixated on his hands.Â
Those fucking big hands that you wanted him to use to choke you.Â
Finger you.Â
Play with your throbbing clit.Â
Spank your ass while fucking you dumb to the point youâd forget your own name.Â
It became an agonizing reality. You caught yourself tracking the very prominent veins trailing down his wrists, imagining those exact calloused fingers mapping the curve of your waist. You got flushed just watching him tie his boots. At a certain point, it became almost irritating to just stand there staring at him and not being able to ride his face.
The two of you became trapped in this dangerous game. You were not lovers, but you were undeniably more than friends.Â
Way more than friends.Â
The entire village felt the weight of it. Just yesterday, you waited for him near the local dango shop, and when he approached you, you two sat down and started talking while sharing some food. Genma, who was nearby, leaned against a brick wall talking to Aoba. Both jĹnin had been silently watching your and Kakashiâs interactions that afternoon since you were all in the same place.Â
âSo, are they lovers?" Aoba asked. He saw Kakashi hand you a peeled orange, his thumb brushing your palm. Kakashi had always been very specific about the way he peeled his orange, taking all the time he needed. And you definitely would never rush him. The pleasure of watching those hands perform the most mundane tasks was all you could ever ask for. Genma shifted the senbon in his mouth. âIâd say worse! They won't admit the tension between them." And he was absolutely right.
The denial only made the proximity worse.Â
As far as you had noticed, it also wasnât one-sided. Kakashi took pride in doing small favors for you, or just simply existing by your side when you were the one busy, and he had time to kill. His hand, his touch, would always find its way to you. On the small of your back, brushing against your hands, or simply positioned on top of your thigh. Not too close to feel the heat of your cunt, but almost close enough to the curve of your thigh. Whenever you looked at him, he would already be staring.
Today was no different. He walked you home after your afternoon shift and invited you to dinner like he always did, but suggested going out so you could enjoy a meal outside as the spring made its way to the village and the sunsets were to die for.Â
The walk was filled with that usual friendly teasing. The kind that slowly morphed into something awkward the second your shoulders bumped. But there was something really different about todayâs mood between you and Kakashi.Â
You just didnât know if it was the way his fingers brushed against your hand for longer than usual, as if he needed more courage to take your hand in his. Or maybe his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the middle of the crowd in places that you had been to countless times. Or was it the way his eyes held onto yours for what seemed like forever, like he had already claimed you as his. Could it be the way he gripped your waist and pulled you close when someone almost bumped into you, knowing damn well you could easily dodge the obstacle?
His very manly presence was screaming today right beside you, and it only made your cunt warmer. So fucking hotter. So fucking wet. You could swear you would drip at any given moment. Your panties were more than soaked by now.Â
Kakashi was somehow different. More alert, more grounded, and perhaps more aware of the ridiculous tension screaming between the two of you.
Once you made it home, he stepped into your living room and made himself comfortable plopping down on the couch. Seeing him manspreading on your off-white couch added gas to the fire in your panties. You were this close to tying your hair up and sucking the life out of him till he cummed in your mouth and you swallowed every drip.
Instead, you told him you needed a few minutes to change out of your uniform. You needed a shower. A really, really cold shower. Maybe you needed to drown yourself in an ice bath.
He simply nodded, pulling out his book, looking highly amused for no reason whatsoever.
You took your time in the bath. You tried to compose yourself, tried to ignore the fact that one of the most lethal shinobi in Konoha was becoming your personal sexual frustration.
When you finally walked back out, he was not on the couch. He was standing in your kitchen fixing a loose hinge on your cabinet. His hands were now free from his fingerless gloves.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why the fuck would he tempt you like that today?
He had discarded his flak jacket somewhere in the living room. His black shirt was entirely too snug across his broad back.
You made a mental note right then about Kakashi being the only mountain youâd ever want to climb.
His sleeves were rolled past his elbows. Consequently, his forearms were on full display. The scarred muscles flexed with every meticulous turn of his wrist. His long fingers gripped the metal tool with so much ease.
You stood frozen in the doorway. You just watched him work as a heavy pool of desire settled deep in your stomach. He finished tightening the screw. He tested the wooden door, shutting it perfectly.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. The infamous jaw thing that drove you crazy. He wiped a smudge of grease from his thumb and made his way to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He wiped them dry and seemed to finally notice you there. He turned and caught you staring.
He did not look away. The air in the room turned thick. His visible eye tracked the flush creeping up your neck as you bit your bottom lip.
You inhaled deeply, your chest rising with the sudden lack of oxygen as Kakashi stepped into your space. You didn't step back. The scent of clean cotton wrapped around you.
He looked down. His gaze dropped directly to your lips. His pupils were blown wide, and you were so sure the heat between your legs was growing hot again.
He was NOT escaping you today.
Your gaze met his. You dropped yours to his nose, still covered up under his black mask, and to the outline of his lips brushing against it.
Slowly, your right hand made its way to the fabric on his face, resting there for a few seconds. His fingers touched yours, and for a moment he melted under your touch.
You started pulling his mask down slowly. You didnât want to cross any boundaries here, so you gave him all the time he needed to back out.
But he didnât. And when you pulled it all down, he looked at you like he was starving, ready to have his meal served right there.
His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer so your freshly clean body would collapse into his.
You didnât even have time to think. The moment his knuckles grazed your jaw, he claimed you. His mouth crashed down on yours. He devoured you instantly, wrecking any remaining composure you had with a deep kiss.
Fucking finally.
You met his desperation head-on, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his unmasked face down deeper into yours. His tongue swiped against yours in a slick rhythm that made your knees buckle.
A ragged moan ripped from the back of your throat, swallowed entirely by his mouth. The moment the sound left your lips, his grip tightened around you.
Oh!
He didn't break the kiss, not even for air. He tasted like mint and dangerous tension. He pulled back for a second, just long enough to sink his teeth into your bottom lip. You gasped, your head snapping back, but he immediately caught you, his thumb smoothing over the slight sting.
He started moving, guiding you backward out of the kitchen, his body a solid weight pressing you through the hallway. It was a beautiful mess. Almost enough to make you come undone in that moment.
You stumbled against the wall with a dull thud. He anticipated the impact, immediately shifting his large hand to the back of your head, cradling your skull so you didn't get hurt.
He used the leverage to press you flat against the drywall, sinking his teeth into the sensitive cord of your neck, making you whimper.
âKakashi, you are driving me crazy over here,â you whispered between moans. Your thighs pressed against each other to calm your pussy down a bit before the right moment.
You knew your house so perfectly, you didnât need to look. You just needed to feel him. You hit the corner of the small table in the hallway. He didn't even flinch. He just shifted his other hand to the small of your back, guiding you around the obstacle without breaking the rhythm of his tongue in your mouth.
Your hand moved to his silver strands. You loved his hair so much, and oftentimes youâd imagine yourself gripping it so tightly as his face would be buried between your legs, eating you out so good.
So fucking good.
You removed his headband in a single movement, revealing his scarred eye.
Another heavy bump against the bedroom doorframe. He groaned, a primal sound that vibrated straight through his chest and into yours. He pushed you back against the wall. His dark eye locked onto yours, completely blown wide with a desperate hunger.
"You have been driving me insane," he rasped, his voice rough and breathless. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
Tonight you were getting over the tension. Tonight, you were finally climbing the mountain.
âNo one else is touching me anywhere closer to where I want you to, Kakashi!â His body went rigid. You felt the bulge in his pants touching your thigh. He shoved the door open. You tumbled backward, pulling him down with you as your back finally hit the mattress.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he followed you down, one arm bracing his bulk above you while the other remained locked around your waist. For a breathless second, he just hovered there, his exposed face inches from yours, both eyes unguarded and fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach clench.
Then his mouth found your neck again.
He licked a stripe up the column of your throat, and you arched into him with a strangled cry. His teeth scraped over your pulse point just hard enough to sting, and when he sucked the skin between his lips, you knew there'd be a mark tomorrow.
You'd wear it proudly.
His mark.
His claim.
His hips settled between your thighs, and the hard length of him pressed against your core through layers of fabric. You both groaned at the contact, the friction so devastatingly insufficient that your nails dug into his shoulders.
"Kakashi hmmââ His name came out so broken, so desperate.
"Tell me," he murmured against your throat, his breath hot and unsteady. "Tell me how long you've wanted this." His hips rolled once, grinding the hard ridge of him against your soaked pussy. Even through your clothes, the pressure sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, and your back bowed off the mattress. Youâve always suspected Kakashi was big, but now, feeling him even still fully-clothed, you were sure.
"Months," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his silver hair and tugging hard enough to make him hiss. "God, KakashiâŚmonths. Every time youâahâevery time you worked on something, every time I watched your hands, those fucking delicious hands, every time you breathed the same air as me.â
"Months?" His voice dropped to something dark and velvety, a sound that made your cunt clench around nothing. He pulled back just enough to look at you, both eyes burning. "You've been soaking through your panties for months thinking about my hands?"
You swallowed hard, unable to deny it. "Yes."
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, one of his eyebrows arched. "That's a long time to be so uncomfortable,â His thumb traced the line of your jaw, calloused pad catching slightly on your bottom lip. "All those times you stood beside me, watching. Were you this wet then? Dripping while I filed reports?"
You nodded, shameless now. "Every. Single. Time."
His eye darkened, the Sharingan spinning slowly as it tracked the flush spreading down your neck. "Do you know how difficult it was? Keeping my hands off you when you looked at me like that? With those puppy eyes begging for something. Like you wanted me to take you right there in the Hokage's office?"
"I did," you breathed. "I wanted you to bend me over that desk when you were filling those reports andââ
"Don't." His grip on your jaw tightened, not painfully, but firm enough to still your words. His nose brushing against yours. âDon't say things like that unless you are sure you want whatâs coming next.â
âGive it to me, then.â You rolled your hips up against him, and his breath hitched just barely to make your pulse spike.
His eye flickered, something primal and unguarded cracking through him. The muscle in his jaw ticked once, twice, and then his mouth curved into a grin so wicked it made your thighs press together beneath him. In front of you no longer the Kakashi with a lazy posture, without a single care in the world. You had now unlocked the raw version of a man desperate for his release.Â
âI really need you to be sure.â His hands moved to the hem of your shirt. Not rushing.
Never rushing.
Just intentional in the way his fingers bunched the fabric, knuckles dragging up your bare stomach inch by torturous inch. The calloused pads traced your ribs, leaving trails of fire across your skin, and you shivered beneath him.Â
His touch would be the death of you.
You nodded while looking at him. The silent consent he needed to let go and lose himself, lose his self-restraint.Â
He took his time pulling the shirt over your head, his gaze devouring every inch of newly exposed skin like he was memorizing it. Cataloging it. When the fabric cleared your face, he tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, his attention fixed entirely on you.
"Look at you," he breathed. His palm smoothed over your collarbone, down the swell of your breast still hidden beneath your bra. The rough calluses dragged across the lace, and your nipple peaked instantly under the rub. "Every time you stood next to me, I wondered what you'd look like underneath all of your clothes. I thought about it so much it distracted me from missions."
Your back arched off the bed, pressing yourself into his touch. "Kakashi."
"Patience." The word was a low thrum against your collarbone. His lips barely grazed the bone as he spoke. "I waited months to get my hands on you. I am going to take my time."
âPlease, donât keep your hands to yourself. I am all yours,â you whispered close to his cheek. You watched a sudden shiver raise the fine hairs along the nape his neck and ear.
His fingers found the clasp of your bra at your spine, and with a single flick the fabric went slack. He slid the straps down your arms with an agonizing slowness, peeling it away like he was unwrapping something sacred.
When your breasts were finally bare to him, Kakashi went still. Completely and unnervingly still. His eyes blew wide tracking the rise and fall of your chest, the way your nipples hardened under his gaze alone.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he exhaled. His hand cupped your breast, his palm dragging over the sensitive peak, and you whimpered at the contact. "I've imagined this. Every night for months, I imagined this."
His thumb slowly circled your nipple watching your face contort with every stroke. âKakashiâŚYou have no idea what you do to me." He pinched your nipples gently, rolling the hardened buds between his thumb and forefinger, and your hips bucked up against him as if his body was a magnet attracting yours. "No idea how many times I had to excuse myself just to calm down because you stood too close." The words tumbled out, breathless and needy.Â
His mouth replaced his fingers; hot and wet. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he sucked hard, pulling the sensitive peak deep into his mouth. You cried out as your fingers scrabbled against his broad shoulders. Every time he sucked your breasts youâd pull your body closer to him, as if you could combine both in one intense pleasure.
You were never complaining about the Make out series ever again.Â
He groaned against your skin, the vibration shooting straight to your clit. It was calling his name, begging Kakashi to go down on you and make you see stars.
His other hand wasn't idle; it blazed a path down your stomach, his fingertips tracing the muscles that jumped beneath his touch, dipping into the dip of your navel before finding the waistband of your pants. He paused there.Â
Just...stopped.
His fingers hooked beneath the elastic, but he didn't move. He just lingered there, his breath hot against your damp nipple, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the jut of your hipbone.
You whined, actually whined, and tilted your hips up in silent pleading. You needed Kakashi to fuck your brains out.
"Kakashi."
"Hmm?" The sound pulsed against your breast. His thumb continued its maddening circle on your hipbone, dipping just slightly beneath the waistband before retreating. "You need something?"
Was he really taunting you at a time like this?
"You know I do."
"Say it." He lifted his head from your chest, his lips slick and swollen from a mix of kissing you and sucking on your tits, his eyes filled with hunger. "I want to hear you say it."
"Touch me," you breathed, the words barely audible over the pounding of your own heart. "Please, Kakashi. Stop teasing and just touch me."
âWhere?â
âMy pussy, please.â
A satisfied purr vibrated in his chest, but again, he didn't rush. Instead, he shifted his weight, pressing a wet kiss to the center of your sternum before focusing on his descent. His lips traced the path of his hand, down the center of your ribs, over your quivering stomach, stopping only when he reached the waistband of your pants.
"Good," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the fabric. "Lift your hips for me. Let me take care of this needy cunt of yours.â
You lifted your hips without hesitation, the motion so fast it was almost ungraceful, and he stripped the fabric down your legs with agonizing slowness.Â
The quiet ones really are the worst.
Whatever cool air left in the room hit your feverish skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it raked over you. You were left in nothing but your panties.
Drenched, ruined, and practically transparent.
Kakashi stilled, his eyes fixed on the wet patch between your thighs. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and his chest rose and fell sharply.
âOh,â he breathed, the word cracking in the middle. He dragged his gaze up your body, meeting your eyes with a look that was half reverence, half starvation. "You're soaking wet.â
Your hips twitched under the scrutiny, a new wave of slick heat leaking out of you. "Kakashi, please. Do something."
âHmm, I intend to." His hand moved, the back of his knuckles brushing against the drenching wet fabric of your panties. The light touch was electric, a spark that shot straight up your spine, and you gasped, your hips bucking off the mattress to chase the contact.
"Look at this," his gaze was locked between your legs, fixed on the damp dark fabric that clung desperately to your skin. âSo wet. Did you get this wet just watching me fix that cabinet? Just from staring at my hands?"
"Yes," you moaned, unable to lie, unable to do anything but beg for the friction he was denying you.Â
He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties, dragging them down your legs in one single motion. The air hit your dripping core, cool compared to the feverish heat radiating from your body, but the relief was short-lived. He tossed the fabric aside and settled back between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart.
âLegs on my shoulder nowâ his eyes were locked on your glistening folds, with pupils blown so wide they were almost entirely swallowed by black. âI wanna lick every drop of your cunt.â
"Stop toying with me...â You whimpered, your body bucking involuntarily toward his face. The need to feel his mouth on your pussy was so painful.
He didn't make you wait any longer. He lowered his head and licked a broad flat stripe up your center.
Your back bowed off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your throat as his tongue circled your clit with precision. He wasnât taking his time just licking; he worshipped every part of your cunt. He flattened his tongue to lap up your slick, moaning low in his throat like he was tasting the finest meal in Konoha, before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking hard.
"Oh godâKakashi!" Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the silver strands to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of pleasure. He pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air over your wet folds, grinning when you whimpered at the loss. âI'm not stopping until you're dripping down my chin."
His tongue delved deeper, parting your folds with a filthy wet sound that echoed through the room. He wasn't holding back anymore. The slow exploration was replaced by an overwhelming rhythm. He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, his tongue flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves in punishing strokes while his fingers traced your entrance.
"You taste so good," he groaned, the words whirring against your soaked flesh. "Fuck, why the FUCK do you taste so good?"
Your head lifted before falling hard against the pillows, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting, but he only moaned in appreciation. "Kakashiâplease, I'mâ"
"Close already? I guess you really were that needy,â and he did not wait for an answer. No. He was having so much fun already.
Instead, he slid two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making your gasp turn into a ragged moan. Your mouth formed a perfect âOâ
The intrusion in your cunt was intense. His fingers were thick and curled instantly to find that spot inside you that made your vision blur. He pumped them in and out with a ruthless tempo, the wet, the obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in filling the room.
"Kakashi! Oh, godâright there, please!"
"I know, baby. I know," he rasped, his voice against your inner thigh. He didn't let up. If anything, the pace of his fingers increased, the slick sounds of your cunt squelching around him becoming his guilty pleasure. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're close, aren't you? Gonna cum all over my fingers?"
"Y-yes! Kakashi, please, don't stop!"
He curled his fingers upward again, striking your pleasure spot with ruthless accuracy while his tongue lashed against your clit. He touched you like he already knew every inch of your body.
The dual sensation was too much. Tension seized your core, forcing your spine to curve abruptly off the bed in pure surrender, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clamped around his head, your cunt spasming violently around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you.
You were still trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through your muscles when Kakashi started kissing his way back up your body. He didn't give you a moment to recover, his mouth tracing a scorching path over your stomach, between your breasts, until he was hovering over you again, his chin glistening with your arousal.
He looked wrecked. The usually composed Copy Ninja was gone, replaced by a man craving you, your body, while his chest was heaving with every uneven breath.
"Kakashi," you breathed, reaching for him, needing to feel his skin against yours.
He didn't give you time to catch your breath. With a groan that sounded like it was torn from the bottom of his chest, he reared back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head in one fluid motion.
The air left your lungs at the sight of him. Youâd seen him shirtless before. The training scars, the missions gone wrong, but this was different. His pale skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing as he moved.
But it was the scars that made your mouth go dry, the map of his survival etched into his skin. You wanted to trace every single one with your tongue.
"Like what you see?" he rasped, a hint of a sexual arrogance lacing his voice, but his eye was dark, intent, fixed on the way your gaze roamed over his body.
"So much," you whispered, your gaze tracing the jagged line of the lightning scar that ran down his side, before dropping lower to the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. "I've wanted this for so long, Kakashi. I want all of you."
An unkempt sound escaped him, something between a laugh and a groan. âCâmere, let me see how many times I can make you scream my name tonight.â
He hooked his thumbs into his pants and underwear, shoving them down in an impatient movement. Your breath hitched as his cock sprang free. Thick, heavy, and flushed with an angry color. A prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat, and the sight made your mouth water. You remembered fantasizing about his hands, but his dick was a masterpiece you hadn't even let yourself properly imagine.
He settled back over you, his skin hot against yours. He reached between your bodies, wrapping his hand around his thick cock, giving it a slow stroke that had you mesmerized. He lined himself up with your entrance, the blunt head pressing against your swollen folds.
âPlay with her. I wanna see it,â he rasped, his voice dark and commanding.
You didn't hesitate. You spread your thighs wider, tilting your hips up for the fuckteenth time in an offering. You moved your hands to your cunt, your fingertips finding your throbbing clit and stimulating it while Kakashi played with the tip of his cock, going up and down your wet pussy.Â
The sight of you touching yourself, fingers slick with your own juices while his cock bobbed heavily against you snapped the last thread of his control. He let out a guttural sound and surged forward.
He lined himself up, the thick head of his dick pressing against your fluttering entrance. The stretch was intense as he pushed forward, sinking into your heat inch by agonizing inch. Your breath caught in your throat, your body struggling, arching off the bed as he filled you, the sensation of being so utterly, completely full bordering on overwhelming.
His forehead dropped to rest against yours, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought for control. "You're tight. This cunt is gripping me so hard I can barely think."
The sensation was suffocating, a delicious and yet burning stretch that made your toes curl. You felt every thick inch of him as he seated himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours. He was heavy, hot, and there, filling a space that had ached for him for months.Â
He stayed still for a bit, waiting for your body to get used to his size. âMove," you gasped. âP-please.â
He didn't need to be told twice. Kakashi pulled back, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls until just the head remained inside, before slamming forward with a force that left you breathless.
âOHâŚfuck!â you gasped, your nails digging into the scarred muscle of his shoulders, raking down his back to leave red welts in their wake. The sting only seemed to spur him on.
He set a ferocious pace, the bed frame creaking in protest under the raid. "You have no idea," he gritted out, "No idea how many times I've thought about this. About being inside of you.â
"Wanna fill this pussy with my cum," he groaned, his voice echoing against your sternum as he drove into you harder, the headboard slamming against the wall with a thud. The friction was maddening, the thick vein of his dick dragging against your inner walls with every punishing thrust.
"Oh yes Kakashi please cum inside of me please," you stuttered out, your voice breaking on a high moan as he hit a spot that made your vision white out. "I need it so bad.â
He withdrew suddenly, the loss of heat leaving you feeling achingly empty before he gripped your hips and flipped you over with effortless strength.
"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded. You scrambled to obey, your limbs trembling with anticipation. The mattress dipped behind you as he settled between your spread legs. You felt the blunt head of his dick notch against your entrance, and before you could prepared yourself again, he slammed home.
"Fuck!" You cried out, your elbows nearly buckling as he bottomed out in one ruthless stroke. "You take this dick so well," his grip on your hips was iron-tight, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises youâd cherish later. "Look at you, trembling for me."
"Only you can make me feel like this, Kakashi."
He didn't let up. If anything, the praise seemed to stimulate him on, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap that echoed lewdly in the quiet room. You were sobbing into the pillow, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, by the way he stretched you until you felt like you might break, only to bring you back together with every thrust.
Suddenly, his hand tangled in your hair, gripping the strands at the roots and tugging your head back. The sting at your scalp shot straight to your clit, making you clench violently around him.
Who would have thought that pain could become pleasure like this?
âO-oh, spank me, please spank my ass,â you gasped out, the plea falling from your lips in between moans. The thought had been living in your head for months, and now that you were here, you needed it. "Please."
"Greedy, arenât we?â he rasped, but there was affection in it, dark and heavy.Â
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
One after the other. The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the room, followed instantly by the stinging heat radiating across your right ass cheek. You panted, the sensation electrifying, shooting straight to your core and making you clench down hard around his cock.
He didn't wait for you to recover. His hand came down again on the other side. Smack.
The obscene sounds of your bodies colliding filled the space, loud enough to make your face burn with a mix of embarrassment and unadulterated lust. You could hear the way your soaked cunt sucked him in, the slick squelching echoing every time he withdrew and slammed back in.Â
The sharp burn from his hand melded with the throbbing warmth pooling in your belly, creating a maelstrom of sensation that had you seeing stars. You didn't want him to stop; you wanted him to mark you, to claim every inch of you so the world would know who you belonged to.
"You're squeezing me so tight it hurts," his rhythm relentless, the sound of his hips meeting your ass, a steady, wet plap, plap, plap, echoing like a depraved melody in your room. "Does it feel good?"
"IâI love it," you stuttered, your fingers clawing at the sheets, knuckles white. "It feels so good, Kakashi. You're so deep."
"Atta girl," he grunted. âTake every inch."
Suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, and he slid an arm around your waist, hauling you upright until your back was flush against his chest. He didn't pull out; instead, he shifted the angle, sinking deeper than before as you both knelt on the mattress.
"K-Kakashi! What are youâŚOhhâ you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the new depth. Kakashiâs weight was a grounding anchor against your back, his chest panting against your shoulder blades. The angle shifted everything, making him feel impossibly deeper, like he was touching the very bottom of your soul. His large hand splayed across your stomach, holding you tight, while his other hand slid down between your trembling thighs.
His fingers found your sore clit instantly, circling the sensitive nub he played with just a few moments ago. "You're taking me so deep."
"Y-yes," you stuttered, your head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as the dual sensation of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit threatened to shatter you. "Don't stop... please, don't stop."
"God, yes," you choked out, your voice barely recognizable, wrecked by the pleasure coursing through your veins. "You fuck this pussy so good, Kakashi. Just like that. Harder."
The praise went straight to his head. You felt his moan against your spine, a sound of unfiltered satisfaction.Â
He snapped his hips forward. Kakashi was drowning. The heat of your body, the way your walls squeezed him like a vise; it was better than any mission, better than any novel heâd ever read. He felt possessive, a claiming urge rising in his chest that scared him as much as it thrilled him. He wanted to ruin you for anyone else, just as heâd promised. He wanted you to remember him every time your pussy felt needy again.
The friction was so fucking maddening, a scorching heat that built at the base of his spine and threatened to snap his nonexistent control one more time.
Kakashi could feel every flutter and spasm of your walls, the way your body greedily sucked him in, refusing to let him go. It was intoxicating, a drug he hadn't known he needed until this very moment.
"Damn it," you hissed as his hips snapped upward with a jagged thrust that punched a ragged cry from your lungs. "I'm so wet for you. Hear that? Hear how sloppy my cunt is for your dick?"
Plap, plap, plap.
"God, listen to you," Kakashi growled. Your words seemed to snap something inside him. The last of his legendary control, the discipline that defined him as a shinobi, shattered. "Iâve never heard you talk like this. So filthy."
"It's only for you," you moaned, reaching back to sink your fingers into his silver hair, gripping the strands and holding on for dear life. "Only you make me this wet. Only you can fuck me like this."
The praise seemed to break him again. He abandoned the slow grinding in favor of short thrusts that battered deep inside of you, his pelvic bone slamming against your ass with enough force to bruise. The sounds of your coupling grew louder, a testament of how desperate you both were.
"Kakashi, fuck!" you moaned loudly, the pleasure bordering on pain as he hammered into that spot that made you see stars. âYouâre going to make me cum at this pace!â
"Good," he snarled against your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. He wasn't being gentle, and you didn't want him to be. You wanted the ferocity, the raw power of the man who had been holding back for so long.Â
The coil in your stomach was winding tighter and tighter, a live wire threatening to snap. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his muscles bunched and flexed against your back, the raggedness of his breathing matching your own.
Kakashiâs fingers on your clit moved faster, matching the rhythm of his hips. You were completely at his mercy, held up only by his arm around your waist and the thick cock driving into you.
"Kakashi, Iâah, I'm going to cum," you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure crested to a painful high. You buried your head in the mattress, but Kakashi quickly pulled your hair in the most gentle way he could during the heat.Â
âDonât hide your pretty face when youâre falling apart for me. I want to see it all. Give it to me,â he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, not hard enough to bleed, but enough to leave his teeth mark. "Cum on this dick. Let me feel it."
The command was all it took. The tension that had been coiling in your belly for months, tightening with every lingering look and accidental brush of his fingers, finally snapped. Your vision fractured into a blinding white light as your eyes rolled back, your body seizing as the orgasm ripped through you with the force of a tidal wave.
"Ka-kakashi!" you screamed, his name tearing from your throat like a prayer. Your inner walls clamped down around him, spasms milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
The sensation was enough to push him over the edge. Kakashi let out a deep and delicious moan, muffled against the sweat-slicked skin of your shoulder as he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You felt him swell and pulse inside you, the heat of his release flooding your depths, marking you from the inside out. He held you tight, his arm banded around your waist like a steel clamp, grounding you as you both rode out the aftershocks.
The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't the suffocating weight of the unspoken tension from before. It was like a cozy blanket of satisfaction. The only sounds in the room now were the gasps for air and the thundering of your hearts slowly beginning to sync.
Kakashi didn't pull away immediately. He stayed pressed against your back, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if he were trying to memorize it. You could feel the rapid thump of his heart against your spine, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.
The adrenaline finally drained completely from his heavy limbs. He slumped forward, resting his full weight against your back while his arms remained locked around your waist.
You felt the deep flush radiating from his cheeks where they pressed against your skin. He was entirely overwhelmed. Even now, he sought the safety of your hair to conceal how completely unraveled he felt.
His trembling knees finally gave out beneath him. He guided your fall smoothly, turning you in his arms as you both collapsed sideways into the messy pillows.
He carefully withdrew from your body, but as you hit the mattress, you rolled over to face him. He replaced the emptiness by immediately pulling you tightly against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck again, claiming it as his new favorite place.
"Sorry," he mumbled softly against your collarbone, his voice rough and stripped of the confidence he carried just a few seconds ago. He tightened once again his grip around your waist, his forehead pressing into your shoulder as he refused to let any real space form between you. "I got completely carried away."
You smiled softly into the room that was becoming filled with the beautiful sunset outside, resting your hand over his silver hair. "You gave me exactly what I wanted, Kakashi."
"I didn't think I could," he admitted, his thumb tracing the curve of your eyebrow as he looked at you. "I've been terrified that if I ever started, I wouldn't be able to stop." He let his hand drift down, his fingers skimming over the bite mark on your shoulder with a guilty wince. âThis is going to leave a mark.â
"Good," you murmured, reaching up to trace the angry red indentations on your shoulder with a passion that caught him off guard. You turned your hand slightly, brushing your knuckles against the sharp line of his jaw. "I wanted you to. I want everyone to know who I belong to, Kakashi."
 He held your hand, pressing a kiss to the palm, the same palm he had peeled an orange for just yesterday. The contrast between that innocent memory and the primal reality of now made your head spin.
"Turn around, let me see your back,â you whispered.
Kakashi shifted, maneuvering his body until he was lying on his belly. Your fingers idly traced the scars on his back before drifting to his shoulder blade. You felt the raised welts you had raked into his skin earlier, the angry red lines standing out stark against his toned back. A twinge of guilt pricked at you, but he merely hummed as he leaned into your touch.
"Don't apologize," he murmured as if he were reading your mind effortlessly. "I like knowing I have a piece of you on me."
"But these will fade soon," You said.
"Then I suppose," he started, "weâll just have to make a habit of this. So the memories don't fade, even after the skin heals."Â
Kakashi rolled back over to face you. He captured the hand that was tracing his spine and interlaced your fingers, bringing your knuckles to his lips.
His grip was incredibly gentle. Now he held you with a quiet devotion that made your heart ache.
âListen....I-I don't want to go back to how it was beforeâ you whispered. The heavy confession hung in the cooling air. "I refuse to be just friends."
"Then don't," he answered effortlessly and pressed a soft kiss to your jawline. âIâve always only wanted you.â
A long breath shuddered past your lips. The paralyzing tension you two carried for months finally vanished. He pulled you against his chest and rested his chin atop your head.
"You always had me," you spoke softly. You pulled back just enough to look at his face. He looked completely exhausted but so happy at the same time.
You leaned forward to close the tiny distance. You pressed your lips to his in a slow kiss. It sealed the unspoken promises hanging between you.
Kakashi melted into the touch. His hand cupped the back of your neck as he poured every word he hadn't said into that kiss: the months of restraint, the jealousy heâd buried, and the overwhelming relief of finally having you in his arms.
When you finally pulled away, the room was mostly dark. The vibrant sunset colors surrendered completely to the silver moonlight spilling across your bed. Today, you and Kakashi learned that denial is a quiet violence, and surrender is the only cure.
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âśď¸ď¸ Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . You clearly donât understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, heâs kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: weâre all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
âI simply donât believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lordââ
âItâs only us in here, Iâve said many times before that you donât have to call me that.â Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. ââYou hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. Iâve received word from the Earth Kingdo-â
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, âWhat?â
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, âMy lord, please stop interrupting me. I-â
Doing the exact opposite once more, âNo, seriously, what?â
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, âWhat do you mean what?â
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, âYouâre leaving me?â
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, âW-Well, I was considering-â
âThat wonât do.â Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, âPardon?â
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, âCome here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, âSit. Iâll show you what other purposes you serve for me.â
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom youâve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.
Itâs not like you havenât imagined it beforeâhell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, itâd be strange if they didnât. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.
So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.
Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.
Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on youâhaving taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.
It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before himâto bare your body for his greedy eyes to take inâbefore his hands were virtually everywhere.
There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.
By the time you found yourself nakedâregal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon itâZuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but thisâthis was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
And it was all for you.
In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.
Who knew his dutiful advisorâwho'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind youâcould make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?
"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."
Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"
His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...
"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."
Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.
And you expected him to let this go? As if.
You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.
There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.
Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.
Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!
Spoiler alert: he doesn't.
The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.
Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.
Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.
When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around itâshowcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.
Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.
Then come his fingersâand fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.
Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.
"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."
You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."
He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."
"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.
Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"
You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."
His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.
He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?
No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...
Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.
For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.
At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.
He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!
A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."
That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.
Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."
Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.
Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"
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