you try to have a quickie with hybrid but as soon as they gets close, and you’re begging him no knot today because you’re in a rush, he’s suddenly got you pressed down face first into the mattress and you can feel something begin to swell inside of you as he drools across the back of your shoulder….
so foolish of you to believe he’s strong enough to go against his instincts when he’s already balls deep
imagine... 💭 fem!harua who's a scissoring enthusiast. her favorite position being your legs tangled up together as you pant and run out of breath, humping helplessly as both of you chase your own highs using each other. your sensitive buds grinding against each other, sending that electricity up your bodies, moans and whines filling the room every time your grind is met with a buck of her hips.
she purrs in your ear, honeyed tone traveling down to your core. she knows you can't resist her, too greedy for your own good. fem!rua's gaze drags all over you, slow and deliberate as if sizing you up to see how far she can push before you break in her hands.
the humiliation of being the only one undressed is enough to have you squeezing your thighs together, need coiling hot and heavy in your stomach. the thin fabric covering your heat—ruined and clinging to every fold—does nothing to stop fem!rua's imagination. her gaze focused on the way you rub your thighs together, desperate for any friction.
"so beautiful." fem!rua's words are muffled when she presses her face into your wet folds, rubbing her face into your heat. your hips buck when her nose nudges the most sensitive part of you. you can't control how you grind against her mouth as she licks and sucks all over. she knows how sensitive you are, how needy you are—especially for her tongue.
one swift move, and her undergarments and yours are slipped off. she positions her heat to yours, pulling you closer. her hand reaches for your mouth that you gladly open. sucking and licking on every finger, her voice comes out wrecked as she praises you, "such a good girl for me.
fem!rua smears your saliva all over her folds, inserting one finger then the other. her legs are propped open, angling her hips so that even though your head is only propped up on one pillow, you still get a full view of the way her damp fingers slide in and out of her.
fem!rua can't hold back anymore, so when she presses herself to you, the warmth has you letting out a breath. she shifts and adjusts, finding that perfect spot that'd fulfill both of your desperate need for friction. she's slow at first, slow rolls of her hips against yours as you both find rhythm.
then you're grinding your hips faster, harder into her. your thigh propped up as the other pushes her even closer to you. both of you sweat-slicked and trembling the more you press into each other, humping desperately as release rounds the corner. the sound of the wet, desperate squelching fills the room accompanied by your shared moans and whimpers.
fem!rua's gaze never leaves your face, arm holding your bent leg as an anchor as she grinds into you even more. the bunny-sweet smile she gives you contradicts her actions. the way she made your heart flutter with adoration yet continued to pull tightly at the knot forming in your belly had your head spinning.
when you find that particular angle with your clit dragging against hers, you know you're close. the stutter in your hips gives you away, hands gripping the knot like it's her hair as if begging her to go deeper. fem!rua's hand reaches your chest, grabbing a handful of your breast in her hand as a strained moan leaves you—nonsense spilling out as you feel relief so close.
fem!rua catches on. she was basically falling apart, breath coming out in little gasps as she lets go of your leg to lean on her hands, getting a much deeper angle. her clit drags against yours with every roll of your hips, electricity shooting up your spine as more desperate pleas leave you. she murmurs praises, bringing you much closer as every word shoots up your veins.
a strained moan leaves you, shattering under her with a cry, hips bucking as she continues grinding on you briefly before unraveling on top of you. her broken moans begin after yours quiet down. fem!rua falls onto you with a fucked-out smile spreading wide on her face. 𖹭
Or when your boyfriend, Asakura Jo, has been hiding his sweet desires.
word count ᯓ 910
cw ᯓ smut (MDNI), afab!reader, petplay, p in v, unprotected sex, power imbalance, use of “master” and “owner”, dom!reader x sub!jo, puppy!jo, dumbification elements, size difference, kink discovery, fluff at the very end.
autor’s notes ᯓ this is my first fic here. keep in mind english is not my first language so i had to use help from a translator! hope y'all enjoy some of my thoughts on the puppy!jo agenda.
Jo was shy. Extremely shy. So, in your sex life, you didn't expect anything different from him. Sex with Jo was teeth rotting sweet, rarely taking risks and never springing sudden experiments on you. Shy pecks stolen during missionary, eye contact that revealed a small smile at the corner of the boy's lips and made Jo's big ears turn red and warm. So when you innocently checked Jo's search history and found extensive wikis and blogs about "How to introduce pet play to my partner," you were more than surprised, you were… actually wet.
Wanting to spice things up, you started planning. Maybe using themed lingerie with little tails and ears would work? But no, nothing changed dramatically... Jo continued with his usual shyness; he absolutely seemed like he had questions to ask, but he must have ended up keeping them to himself. Noticing how normal everything still was, you, being a very attentive girlfriend, beginned to explore similar wikis, finding topics that interested you, and eventually falling down a rabbit hole about male pet play and how to tell if your partner has that kind of kink. That sparkled something hungry in you, and you absolutely knew you had to try it with your boyfriend.
It started with a "good boy" here and there, in everyday life and sometimes in bed. Jo didn't seem to understand why you were calling him that, but he was happy anyways with the praise although his ears didn't show any particular unusual color. Growing impatient, you decided to get straight to the point. You bought a pet collar from a proper website. Now, how would you introduce it to your boyfriend? The huge one that still blushed after years with just a unexpected kiss? It had to be during it, or he would probably hide and die from embarrassment.
...
So, during a makeout session, the kiss between you grew sloppier until you stopped him and looked into Jo's doe eyes, making your already wet pussy throb beneath your panties.
"Jo."
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something a little… strange?" you said, slightly out of breath.
"Of course, my love" the boy replied innocently, stealing you a quick peck.
"Promise you won't get embarrassed?"
"I can't promise that, darling, but I can try”
Of course he couldn't promise that, after all, he was still Asakura Jo.
"Can I put this on you?"
You gently pulled the item from the bedside drawer: a baby pink collar with a leash attachment.
...
"Baby?"
Jo's eyes were almost shut, his mouth was slightly open, his ears impossibly redder than usual, and a damp spot had formed on his boxers. His hard cock looking ready to burst right through the fabric. Noticing, you chuckled quietly, trying not to make your shy boyfriend explode. "My handsome little puppy~ you really like this, huh?" You praised. Hearing the petname, Jo thrusted his hips upwards unconsciously, desperately searching for friction, letting out a delicious moan as the collar was properly put around his neck.
"P-please Y/n, just… fuck–"
Those words coming from his mouth surprised you just as much as they had surprised him. His face was flushed, his half-lidded eyes looked directly at you and his underwear, once damp, was soaked with pre-cum, tight around his cock.
"Calm down, puppy. Impatience won't get you anywhere~" you teased, climbing off Jo's lap before pulling his boxers off in one swift motion and positioning yourself directly over his dick.
"First, say you're my good boy. Say it to your owner"
"Hah... I'm your good boy– Please fuck me, Master…" Jo whined. You dropped down all at once onto Jo's large cock, feeling your cunt do a biiiig stretch around him. Bouncing up and down on the boy's dick, you tugged on his collar, making your once quiet boyfriend let out even more beautiful sounds.
"Thaaat's it, just like that. What is my good little puppy going to earn for making his owner feel so good riding him?"
Jo was already completely gone, only capable of babbling "M-Master, you're so good to me..." and whining nothings on your ear. You bounced precisely on his cock, succeeding to make him hit your perfect spot repeatedly, forming a white ring around his base and making you moan even louder.
"Ah pup, I'm cumming!" your pussy squeezed him tighter, getting ready to milk him at the same time. You were treating Jo’s body like a plaything, and he was loving it. His hips, previously limp, sprang back to life when he heard that from your lips, driving him to relentlessly hit your G-spot while you came all over his cock. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” Jo released his load inside as he shuddered, mixing your fluids together.
…
After lying on top of the boy for a few minutes, you gently opened your eyes and slid off your boyfriend’s cock, finding Jo asleep with an impossibly innocent expression after the session. You let out a soft, proud laugh at your giant boyfriend, who, in that moment, looked so small it was startling. You got up to clean yourself and grab a damp towel for your sweet boyfriend, returning to the bedroom, finding Jo still cutely sleeping at the bed. You cleaned him up tenderly and then joined him, only to be surprised by a tight hug. “I love you, pretty” Jo murmured, half-asleep. “I love you more, my little pup”.
after entertaining clients and acquaintances alike, all you wanted to do was to get home, change into comfortable clothes and crash onto the bed
however, taki definitely had different plans after the party ended, pining you against the door after closing it behind him and securing it with the lock
trailing his hand upwards underneath your dress while littering wet kisses against your neck and jaw, a delighted noise reverberating from your throat by the action
“desperate much,” you teased, waggling your eyebrows as he lifted his head to look at you with hazy eyes, his other hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer to his heated body
taki raked his eyes down your body before dragging them up to gaze into your own, biting his lips to suppress a groan of his own
“you looked really good tonight, i’ve been hard ever since the party started,” he pouted like a sad wet dog, pushing up your dress so that it was now bunching at your waist
a surprised laugh bubbled out of you from his confession as you hid your pleased expression in the crook of his neck and making taki grumble in frustration
wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you leaned back to stare into taki’s face before blowing into it and making him flutter his eyelashes at the gesture
you did have a few drinks, yes, but at that moment you felt entirely sober from the sudden change of temperature with the cold night air outside and the scorching heat that was the radiating from body in front of you, who was also trying to steal your breath away with his kisses
you aren’t entirely sure how you made it onto the sofa in record time because all that mattered was that you were both abled to relieve the growing desperation between your legs at the mere touch of each other
sitting on top of taki, your legs straddling his hips as you continued making out with him, occasionally grinding downwards on his crotch and making him groan at the sensation
the pressure was delicious, sending sparks right along your spine as you kept grinding your hips in a circle and feeling the sticky and wet sensation at the front of his pants and your panties
meanwhile, taki had finally trail his hand that was conveniently on your ass to help with your movements up up up towards the deep cut of your dress, pushing down the front so that your tits were finally free from their constraints, nipples hardening from the combined stimulation of taki’s deft fingers and the lingering coldness in the air
the ever growing hardness underneath you was tantalising, catching just right at the bundle of nerves at your core every time you went down as the breath caught in your throat and making you whine in pleasure, more slick flowing down your thighs
the feeling was mutual when you could feel taki getting even more wetter, making the whole ordeal messy and sticky but you could care less about it
it wasn’t until a particular grind on taki’s bulge and his tongue on one of your tits, his hand cupping the other roughly while the other fondled your ass, his eyes never leaving yours as he let out a whimper that was muffled by your tit in his mouth that you finally came hard
white stars bloomed behind your eyelids as you sunk your nails into his shoulders, a slightly louder mention of taki’s name on your tongue as tears of pricked at your eyes from overstimulation due taki still thrusting up into you
you tried to calm down from your high at the same time taki let loose, his quickened pants for air beside your ear signalling that he had come too
taking deep long breathes, you stabilised your rabbiting heart but not for long as suddenly, the ground shifted beneath you and now you were being caged between taki and the sofa, his pants fanning your face in desperate chunks of breath
after accidentally drinking an entire bottle of love potion, your quiet crush euijoo suddenly becomes the most affectionate person on campus. but, is it really because of it?
byun euijoo (ej) x reader | 1,336 words. | fluff, fantasy, crush!au, love potion!au.
you should have known better than to trust a suspicious magic shop hidden between a laundromat and an old flower store, especially one with a weird name written in fading gold letters above the door. yet there you were again during your lunch break, pushing the shop door open with a tired sigh because apparently one bad decision was not enough for you to learn your lesson.
the tiny bell above the door chimed softly as the familiar scent of herbs and old books filled your senses. the old lady behind the counter immediately recognized you the moment you stepped inside, her wrinkled face curling into an amused smile as if she had been expecting your return all along.
“welcome back, dear. is there something i can help you with today?”
“yes,” you answered almost too quickly, already exhausted from the nightmare your life had become over the past week. “i need the antidote for the love potion.”
honestly, if you could turn back time, you would have ignored your classmate the moment she insisted on entering this ridiculous place after classes last week. you still remembered how excited she had looked while dragging you around the cramped little shop, pointing at random bottles and charms displayed across the shelves like a child in a candy store while you only wanted to go home and finish your unfinished assignment.
then, somehow, for reasons you still failed to understand, you walked out of the shop carrying a tiny pink bottle labeled “love potion.”
and that was where your problems began.
more specifically, they began three days later when euijoo accidentally drank the entire bottle.
not one drop. not half of it. but the entire thing, which, as it turned out, was enough to completely ruin your peace.
according to the label attached to the potion, one drop alone could make someone fall deeply in love. drinking the entire bottle, however, was an entirely different matter. the effect would become stronger depending on the feelings already existing inside the person who drank it.
at the time, you hadn't thought much about that part.
you should have.
because the potion turned euijoo—your quiet crush from the literature department whom you occasionally met in the library—into the most affectionate person on earth.
for the past week, he had been following you around campus like a devoted boyfriend straight out of a romance movie. he waited outside your lectures, carried your bag without asking, constantly held your hand whenever the two of you walked together, and looked at you with so much adoration that people had already started assuming you were secretly dating.
the worst part?
he said the most insane things with complete sincerity.
“you look pretty today.”
“did you eat properly?”
“i think i could stare at you forever.”
you nearly lost your mind every single time.
one time, he had even shown up outside your lecture with three different drinks in his hands because he couldn't remember which one you liked best.
“you can just ask me,” you had told him, staring at the drinks in disbelief.
“but then it wouldn't be a surprise.”
“euijoo, you bought three.”
“i wanted to make sure you got the right one.”
you had almost cried. not because you were touched, but because you were tired.
so here you were now, standing in the suspicious magic shop again and desperately hoping the old lady had something that could return your life to normal.
the old woman hummed softly behind the counter as if she remembered the potion immediately. “ah… that one.”
hope instantly appeared in your eyes.
“so there is an antidote, right?”
“no.”
your soul practically left your body.
seeing your horrified expression, the woman laughed lightly before continuing. “don't look at me like that. the effect naturally disappears after one week.”
“…really?”
“of course.” she adjusted her glasses calmly. “although, i should tell you something.”
you immediately became suspicious.
“what?”
the old lady leaned slightly closer across the counter.
“the potion doesn't create feelings out of nowhere, dear.”
you froze.
“it only brings whatever feelings are already there to the surface. the stronger the feelings, the stronger the effect.”
for a moment, you could only stare at her.
“so…”
“once the potion wears off, he will return to normal.”
relief immediately washed over you.
then the old lady added, “though he may not remember everything clearly unless something strongly reminds him of it.”
you nodded quickly, already trying not to think too deeply about what she had just said.
after thanking the old lady at least three times, you immediately left the shop with the determination to never touch anything magical ever again.
seriously, never again.
***
the next morning, you walked toward campus feeling lighter than you had in days.
finally, everything would return to normal.
no more random forehead kisses. no more euijoo waiting outside your classes with drinks in his hands. no more him carrying your bag despite your repeated insistence that it wasn't heavy. and definitely no more hearing him call you cute in front of other people without a single ounce of shame.
you were free!
or at least, that's what you thought.
because the moment you arrived near the campus gate, you spotted euijoo standing there with his backpack hanging loosely over one shoulder while scanning the crowd nervously.
your heart immediately dropped to your stomach.
there was no way... did he remember everything?
before you could turn around and escape, his eyes landed on you.
almost instantly, a small smile slowly spread across his face as he started walking in your direction.
“you're [name], right?”
you stared at him in confusion.
“…what?”
his ears immediately turned red as if he realized how ridiculous that sounded.
“i mean—obviously you are. sorry. i just got nervous.”
nervous.
the word alone caught you off guard because this version of euijoo was completely different from the overly affectionate man who had practically acted like your husband for the past week.
“y-yeah,” you answered carefully. “that's me.”
he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding your eyes for a moment before finally speaking again.
“i was wondering if maybe you're free this afternoon? after classes, i mean. only if you want to.”
you blinked at him silently while your thoughts slowly tangled together.
suddenly, every moment from the past week replayed differently inside your head.
the way he constantly stayed close to you, the way he always remembered the smallest things, the softness in his voice whenever he called your name, the warmth in his eyes every time he looked at you, and the way he had bought three different drinks just to make sure you received the one you liked.
maybe the potion hadn't created those feelings after all. maybe it had only made them impossible for him to hide.
euijoo seemed to misunderstand your silence because his expression became noticeably flustered.
“you don't have to say yes,” he added quickly. “i just thought maybe we could get coffee together sometime.”
without realizing it, a small smile appeared on your face.
“i'm free after three.”
his entire expression brightened so quickly that your heart skipped a beat. “really?”
you nodded softly while finally letting go of the breath you had been holding since yesterday.
“really.”
the smile on his face only grew wider.
“okay. then i'll see you after class.”
as euijoo walked beside you toward campus with an unmistakably shy smile still lingering on his face, you couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of your eye.
for the first time in a week, he wasn't holding your hand nor telling you how pretty you looked. he was simply walking beside you, looking just as nervous as you felt.
and somehow, that made your heart beat even faster.
'so... that's what she mean by that.'
apparently, your feelings for him had never been one-sided.
and perhaps, this time, you wouldn't need a love potion to find out where things between you could go.
god vergil holding your neck so softly, just wrapping his large, warm hand around your whole throat all while he’s teasingly probing his tongue into your mouth, licking your lips for permission. but you deny every single try, wanting to be the one that sets the pace. after a few tries to make the kiss even sloppier and messier, he finally applies pressure to the sides of your neck and the noises that leave your mouth electrocute his brain, so he instantly uses the chance to finally intertwine his tongue with yours. spit starts to dribble down your lips and you try to hold on to his wrist on your neck, a desperate attempt to ground yourself which he notices and supports you by wrapping his other hand around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. his hand moves down from your throat and meets the other on your back, desperately trying to press you even closer to him. eventually his hands move down along your back and he squeezes your ass, while groaning into your mouth at the first contact with your soft flesh.
you call him all sorts of sweet names, the pet names are never lacking but his favourite is always the ones you whisper late at night when it’s just to two of you.
you always on his lap, chest to chest and cradling his face like he’s something more than what he ruined himself to be.
someone beyond his need for power, and strength. just your vergil, your pretty boy.
he flushes red every time you say it, fingers running through his hair or stroking his jaw, kisses pressed to his skin and then you’ll look him in the eye and call him your pretty boy.
he is, he’s yours and whatever you want him to be.
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