SUMMARY: your boyfriend puts up too much of a fight for something so simple to do.
TAGS: afab + gn reader, dom reader, sub touya, pegging, teasing, brat touya, brat taming, he calls you a bitch, orgasm denial, soft coaxing, a little sadism, i think that's it || nsfw, minors & ageless blogs DNI.
A/N: *scratches head* idk how we got here fellas. i was js tryna watch ghost rider, and now here we are 😟 also the formatting is shit but icba ill edit a better one later. @kazupedia here u go! and as always feedback and rbs r always encouraged <3
“i’ll fucking—k-kill you.”
“mhm.” you hum, your hips pushing your silicon cock deeper against his prostate, before halting. your nails rake down a pale patched chest, passing over his nipples and forcing a hiss out of the man underneath you. “of course you will.”
“i will, i’ll burn your face o—” touya’s tough threat (and that’s all it is, really) is abruptly cut off with a choke when you teasingly move, the brush of your cock against his sweet spot forcing him to swallow his words.
“you were saying?” his face twists into a scowl as he turns away from you, chest heaving and crimson from the scratches of your nails. your eyes follow the movement of his throat bobbing, the harsh swallow audible in the quiet room.
“fuck you.”
“isn’t that what’s happening?” you click your tongue, a filthy grin stretching on your face. “oh, my bad. i’m the one doing the fucking here, aren’t i?”
his face flushes red—with anger, irritation, arousal—and his scowl deepens, but he keeps his mouth shut. he’s aware of his position, at least.
“oh, c’mon,” you drawl, lazily dragging your cock out and slowly driving it back in, purposefully changing angles and avoiding his sweet spot to relish in the quiet whimper that escapes him, “all i’m looking for is some manners.”
“i’ll show you manners—”
once again, his words are cut off with a sharp inhale when your finger lightly trails up his drooling cock, the tip swollen a deep, dark red and leaking with precum.
“i could do this all day, y’know.”
his eyes widen, and you watch amusingly as his cock twitches—at your words and in desperation. he knows you aren’t lying.
“it’s just a word. a small please is all i’m asking for.” you pout. “surely you can give me that, at least?”
“when hell freezes over.”
a laugh escapes you, and you lean down. satisfaction rises in your chest when you watch his pupils dilate the closer you get to him. your breaths intermingle and your noses graze each other when you finally stop, and a sadistic glint shines in your eyes.
his eyebrows scrunch together, but your hand’s already wrapping a tight grip around his cock and giving him a long stroke. his head drops back as a whine fans across your face, his hips bucking eagerly into your touch.
at the same time, you angle your cock to finally graze against his prostate, and a deep groan rips itself from his chest. he looks so good like this, all debauched and teetering on the precipice of an orgasm. the sight makes you lick your lips, desire bubbling hot in your gut.
“feels good?” your words are teasing, and his only reply is a low moan and an arch of his back. it’s amusing, really, how easy it is to shut him up. his breaths are hot and come quick in front of your face, and your hand increases its pace on his slick cock, the squelch loud and filthy amongst his moans.
his head lolls to the side, but you won’t have it. he’s going to fall apart underneath you, and you want him to see who’s doing it. a hand comes up to grip his chin and force his face back around, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with desire when they meet yours.
“don’t turn away from me.” you whisper. “look at me when you cum.”
“’cause you will, won’t you?” you lean back, fucking harder into him with heavy and precise strokes that hit all the right places and touch the deepest parts of him. it’s a little desperate, honestly, but he’s too far gone to notice. “gonna get all tight around me and cum hard, right? like you always do?”
he mindlessly nods, dark hair sticking to his temples with sweat and his hands fisting the bed sheets. his cock twitches and dribbles more precum in your hand, and you use your thumb to spread it around the tip, his balls drawing tight as he quickly nears his end.
you know he's not listening to you when you meanly mutter under your breath, "yeah. bet you want that real bad, huh."
a low chuckle leaves you when his mouth drops open, and you almost feel a little bad for what you’re about to do. a shiver runs down your spine when his eyes squeeze shut and he pants his next words out.
“gonna—gonna cum—”
and you completely stop your movements.
his reaction is instantaneous. turquoise eyes snap open when your hips still against his pelvis, a harsh cry tearing out of his chest when you rip your hand away from his swollen and heavy cock.
“what the fuck—”
“i don’t know why you’re surprised.” you sigh. “told you i wanted you to show some manners first.”
some sick satisfaction swells in you when his face contorts into a furious expression, teeth gritting as he spits his next words out.
“fuck you, fucking—bitch,” he angrily curses, “fuck this, i don’t even need you, i’ll just make myself cum on my goddamn own—”
he makes a move to get up but your hand pushes hard at his chest, harshly forcing his back down on the mattress.
“get off me—” he snarls, eyes flicking up to meet yours, before freezing.
your eyes bore darkly into his own, carrying an intensity he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before in them. he swallows slowly and carefully rests back into the bed.
a smile—wicked, he’s sure that’s what you are—forms on your lips, but your eyes don’t waver in their heavy stare.
“do you really wanna do that?”
for once, he stays silent.
the smile drops, and another weighty sigh leaves you. languidly, you lean back on your haunches.
“you really not gonna let me take care of you?”
his face stays impassive, but the quick glance away from you tells you all you need to know.
“don’t you wanna make me happy?” you murmur, gaze softening a little on purpose, “make me proud?”
your hand comes up to caress his hips, thumbing at the skin.
“don’t you want to cum for me?”
a shaky breath leaves him, and you hide your pleasure under a disappointed mask when he huffs, turning away from you and biting down at his chapped lip. easy.
after a few quiet moments, he mumbles something.
“what’s that?” you prompt, a little too eagerly.
he huffs again, rolling his eyes and turning back to face you, his hands playing with the bedsheets underneath him.
“i said,” he repeats with an annoyed tone, red creeping up his neck, “p-please—make me feel good. now.” he stubbornly adds on.
and there it is. a triumphant look takes over your face, and a gratified grin curves on your lips at the begrudgingly bashful nature of your dear boyfriend.
his submission feels like fire in your veins, and you’re once again reminded of just how sweet your grumpy lover is.
“well, of course, baby,” you coo, the grip on his hip turning firm as you steadily pull your hips back, slick cock momentarily peaking out and shining with lube, before you sheath it back inside him with one deep stroke. a broken groan tumbles out of him, and you hum.
oh to be lounging on a vineyard in northern italy, nothing but the sounds of singing birds, rustling leaves, and a gentle breeze sweeping up the raw smell of the summer earth to bathe my senses in its scent. a lovers head in my lap as i run my hands through their hair, reading them enticing poetry and promising to live forever in that moment.
aeth, bub, hiiiii. this is the first time im in your inbox, v scared lolol but you asked for a character and a place so hopefully you feel inspired by this?
maki (jjk) + empty lecture hall
TAGS: afab!reader, praise, oral (f. recieving), fingering, public sex but no exhibitionism (only mentions), modern!au-ish (at least it was in my head), maki being hot and making us embarrassed.
A/N: she's so fucking hot im gonna eat my fist. m crying n screaming why isn't she eating me out after my lectures. also thank you SO much for sending this in and im excited to hopefully interact w you more !! i hope u like this mwah <3
"you gotta be quiet, baby."
the snarky retort you had is replaced by a pathetic whimper as the woman between your legs swirls a skilled tongue around your clit.
"don't want us to get caught, yeah?" maki pulls away to breathe the words against your glistening cunt, glancing up at you with a heated gaze behind her skewed glasses, "unless that's something you're into?"
the words remind you of the fact that you're currently in your university's lecture hall. you quickly glance at the door to make sure it's closed, but the thought of someone walking in on you makes your pussy clench around her fingers. it's all the answer she needs, and embarrassment floods your skin when you hear the breathless chuckle she lets out.
"you're a filthy little thing, aren't you?" she mumbles, kissing up your inner thigh and sucking lightly on the soft skin, "had a feeling."
she grins at the helpless whine you let out, your hips shifting as her mouth trails near your core, so close to where you desperately need her.
"don't—don't tease." tugging at the green strands between your fingers, you pull her closer and tighten the hold of your thighs around her.
letting out an amused breath, she finally goes back to press her tongue against your clit. her lips wrap around the bud and suck perfectly, the pressure delicious and pulling a keen from your throat. she eats you out ravenously, lapping and sighing into your pussy like it's a meal she's been deprived of, pulling back to let a glob of spit fall onto your pussy, watching mesmerized as your hole desperately clenches around nothing.
"got a real pretty pussy," she murmurs, a finger coming up to slide through the dripping mess, "real sloppy, too."
a smirk shapes her lips when you whine, and without warning, she pushes two fingers into you and immediately begins fucking you with them, ring and middle fingers curving and stretching you out deliciously. her hand quickly wraps around your waist when you instantly buck your hips up, a moan ripping out of your chest.
"fuck!" you grind down on her digits, your back bowing off your professor's desk when they hit a particular gummy spot inside you that sparks stars behind your eyelids, "right—right there, oh god–"
"yeah?" she breathes, eyes blown wide as her gaze fixes heavily on your form, taking in the disheveled sight of you; lips bruised in your previous attempts to be quiet, hair tousled and button down shirt open to showcase your bra shoved under your pretty tits, "can feel you clenchin' around me."
your breaths are ragged as you grind down on her fingers, chasing the feeling of arousal tightening in your gut. she chuckles as she lets you work yourself to an orgasm, before leaning down to capture a nipple in her mouth and sucking harshly.
"gonna cum f'me?" she whispers against the bud, humming when you mindlessly nod, "yeah? c'mon pretty, make a mess."
she quickens her pace, her fingers relentless hitting the sweet spot inside you and her palm slapping against your clit, the wet sound echoing in the large lecture hall. you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, mouth falling open as your hands scramble to hold on to something, finding their place on her shoulders and digging into the strong muscles.
"so close, hah." a particularly harsh thrust makes your body jerk, your voice trembling as your orgasm rapidly approaches you. "fuck, 'm gonna cum!"
she smashes her lips against yours when the building pressure in your gut finally snaps, your body spasming as you experience what's likely the hardest orgasm you've had in a while. she greedily swallows all of your moans, cursing at the tight hold your pussy has on her fingers and whispering sweet praises into your static filled brain.
"shit, yeah, just like that," she purrs, relishing the sloppy sound of your cunt around her fingers as she fucks you through your climax, "so noisy," she teases.
you whimper at the remark, muscles still twitching as you finally catch your breath, swallowing harshly at the intense look she sets on you.
"e-enough," you mewl when the sting of overstimulation starts creeping up on you. heat flushes through you at the loud squelch that sounds when she pulls her fingers out, the digits slick with your arousal.
without a second thought, the green haired woman pops the fingers in her mouth, humming around them and savouring the taste of you.
"taste sweet."
you groan as embarrassment courses through you, an arm coming up to cover your eyes when she laughs.
"c'mon, get dressed."
you quickly sit up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you spot her already halfway through the lecture hall to the door.
"wait—but, what about you?"
she turns around and raises an eyebrow, "what about me?"
you bite your lip and find yourself stuttering a little at your next words, "you don't want me to, um, take care of you? or something?"
she only tilts her head, and not for the first time, you find yourself getting hot at just how attractive she looks. no one should look that fucking good after eating someone out.
she gives you a teasing grin, before twisting back around and continuing her way, leaving you a thoroughly satisfied and dazed mess.
+ EXCERPT: you want to look away from your demeaning form in the mirror. want to sob and tell him to stop humiliating you like this, to let up on the pressure on your neck and leave your body and take his own form and let you cum on his cock, not your fingers.
+ TAGS: afab!reader, demon!chifuyu, possession, slight dubcon (it's stated u can stop the scene but js in case), complete loss of control, masturbation, humiliation, slight degradation, chifuyu is a tease n a little mean in this (so possibly ooc idk), breathplay (choking), uhh think that's it || nsfw, minors dni.
+ A/N: lowkey hate this but the concept had me by the pussy so here u go (ty for the prompt btw!!) also first time writing in proper caps n it feels weird LMAO
When you’d first agreed to his proposal, this wasn’t what you’d envisioned.
A mirror is situated directly in front of you, reflecting the clear image of you lying pliant and spread out on your bed, a sheen of sweat covering your body with your puffy pussy on display. If you had any control of your body, you would’ve squeezed them shut out of embarrassment.
Unfortunately, you’ve given up that right to the demon inside you.
You hear his chuckles reverberate through your mind, and a whine gets stuck in your throat as he swipes your fingers over your abused clit, slick and oversensitive from the previous times he'd worked your body to the edge only to pull you away.
“Still want more, huh?” Chifuyu teases, the rumble of his voice echoing throughout your head, “I can feel it, y’know. Can feel your body get all needy and tight tryna cum again.”
Another whimper tries to leave your throat, but it doesn’t make it out. It’s a bizarre experience, to say the least; to be conscious of everything around you and feel your body moving but not have any control over it. Your demon boyfriend doesn’t give you the time to dwell on it, however, plunging your fingers into your sloppy cunt and expertly dragging them along your hot walls.
“Good thing I know your body better than yourself, hm?” he hums, spreading your fingers and looking down at the glossy mess of your cunt—consequently forcing you to look at it, too—feeling a mirthful grin form on your face when the embarrassing knot in your gut twists, heat flushing under your skin and bringing you closer to the climax you’re humiliatingly desperate for.
“Why’re you embarrassed, baby? You’re pretty like this, don’cha think?” Chifuyu whispers, your breathing stuttering when he allows your hips to grind down on your digits, angling your palm so that it slaps against your clit every time he makes you fuck yourself, “so wet from me taking control. You like this? Like being completely helpless against me?”
The drenched sounds of your pussy echo in the room, your hole squelching loudly when he quickens the pace of your fingers. He forces them deeper inside you, making them reach places you're not sure you could've found yourself. Your eyes roll back when he curls your fingers up into a spot that makes your back bow off the bed.
"Shit—guess that's your spot, huh?" he sounds breathless in your head, but it doesn't register to you, not when he keeps thrusting into that gummy spot to bring you closer to your high, your arousal dripping down onto your ruined bedsheets.
It's not until your hand, previously rolling and pinching at your nipple, trails up to your neck that you come back to your surroundings. Your breathing picks up and fear spikes up in your chest when he wraps your hand around your throat, your cunt panickedly tightening around your fingers.
“Fuck,” he laughs, the sound resonating in your mind, “did you just clench around me?” his profane voice forces tears to prick at the corner of your eyes, your mouth automatically falling open and soundlessly crying when he increases the pressure on your throat. “You’re sick, y’know that?”
You want to look away from your demeaning form in the mirror. Want to sob and tell him to stop humiliating you like this, to let up on the pressure on your neck and leave your body and take his own form and let you cum on his cock, not your fingers.
“Can’t believe I managed to land such a filthy little thing.”
But you can’t. Won’t, really—you know you could end this whole thing with one snap of your fingers, but the burn of degradation and loss of control is too irresistible to turn away from. The heat in your gut is too intense to let go of now.
Your vision is starting to get blurry, from the crystal drops gathering at your waterline and the lack of oxygen, when the pressure is suddenly completely gone. A desperate sound is torn from your throat, the much-needed air rushing back into your lungs with a speed that leaves you dizzy, and it’s the final push necessary to make you topple over the edge.
Your body shakes as your pussy spasms around your fingers, hips uncontrollably bucking up into your hand and thighs quivering at the rush of endorphins coursing through your body. As much as you may try, however, all the cries you're straining to let out remain lodged deep in your chest, your boyfriend's curses ringing in your ears as you chase after the blinding pleasure.
"Ah—shit—" Chifuyu groans, and it hits you then, that he can feel your orgasm rushing through you, too; could feel the moment the knot of arousal burst and the all-consuming pleasure that currently runs through your veins. The knowledge forces you to tense even more around your fingers in an effort to prolong the pleasure for both you and your demon.
"Baby, loosen—hah—loosen up," he moans, the timbre filthy in your head. His control of your body slips away just enough for you to minutely shake your head.
“Just, fuck—”
He cuts himself off, and the next thing you know, you’re gasping out a cry as the feeling of otherness disappears from your body. Your eyes squeeze shut and your chest heaves at the sudden shock of gaining back control of yourself.
“Wh-what—” you whimper, sliding your eyes open to see the naked form of your boyfriend in all his devilish glory, “Chif—”
It’s all you’re able to get out before his lips crash on yours, a messy exchange of spit that could barely be classified as a kiss, his mouth greedily swallowing up your delicious whines.
“Missed these sounds,” he pants against your slick lips. A foreign touch on your thigh prompts a questioning sound from you, your hand moving down to caress a thin tail wrapping itself around your leg.
A sinful groan leaves the demon above you, and when he pulls away, his electric blue eyes deepen at your disheveled sight, a wicked grin taking over his features.
having a neptune in the 1st, sagittarius venus in the 12th, & libra mc & mars in the 9th truly has me yearning for a love thatll sweep me off my feet. time will stop, words will collide, and the only two things that’ll matter will be the sound of our heartbeats & the whistling breath that escapes through our pursed lips. it wont come too suddenly, often when we expect it least but the love will reveal itself through time and last centuries to come. we will be infinite.
Author’s Note: This is a preview scene for a fic I wanted to write for my Altean!Sheith AU (which is a part of the Multi-verse Sheith Wedding series I drew a couple of weeks ago). I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish it (and if I’ll continue to write for the other AUs as well) but for now I hope you would all enjoy this snippet. I haven’t written in so long, I’m kinda nervous…
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He proposed under a galaxy full of stars, with his heart beating a thousand lightyears per minute.
They were in a meadow full of Altea’s finest flowers. Red, blues, purples, and greens scattered around, surounding them with its natural beauty. Everything was quiet with anticipation as a gentle breeze passed through and left the flowers aflutter. Soon, a delicate smell permeated the air and danced just under their noses.
And truly, everything was perfect at this moment. Just as perfect as the man who stood before the kneeling general, Shirogane Takashi.
Prince Keith was just as beautiful as the day he met him.
It didn’t matter that they were both younger back then or that Keith’s hair was black once upon a time. It didn’t even bother Shiro how the man was currently a bit frail or that his cheeks lacked a bit of a healthy flush. Caught in time, the knight didn’t even feel the phantom pain of his missing limb or the ache of the fresh scar across his face.
All that mattered was the blinding smile and joyfull but teary eyes his prince gave him as soon as he uttered the words.
“Will you marry me?”
The prince was speechless.
After a pause, Keith’s tears finally fell freely from his jeweled eyes. He sobbed into his hands, stiffled his cries and tried to quell the emotions overwhelming him.
Shiro stood up, gathered his love in his arms and gently pressed a kiss on his forehead. The box –with the ring adorned by a balmeran crystal, one the general personally collected– was still nestled on his prosthetic hand while his other wiped the tears under Keith’s thick lashes. With a careful nudge, he tippped the prince’s face to look up at him
“I love you to our moons and back,” he murmured softly, lovingly. “I love you from our galaxy to the next. I loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you and I loved you even more the first time you said you love me back,” Shiro grinned, his eyes watered but the corners still crinkled in mirth and fondness for the love of his life.
“Shiro…” Keith choked back another sob.
Large fingers brushed off pale locks and tucked it under pointy ears. Shiro’s sterling eyes locked down on Keith with such intensity, it felt as if the prince was the center of the universe itself… and to Shiro he was. Keith truly was.
“I’ll love you even in our next life but in this life, will you let me have you now as my husband? Will you marry me, my prince? My beloved Keith?” Shiro asked once more, pouring his heart out with ever word that left his lips and made him breathless.
Keith didn’t have to think, his heart already made his decision for him.
“Yes! Yes! Our gods yes, Shiro,” the prince cried as he cradled his knight’s head, pulling their foreheads together in a tender gesture. “I love you. I love you so much… I would love nothing more than to be your husband.”
Shiro smiled once more as he felt how his stars finally aligned. He pressed his lips onto Keith’s for one sweet instance, and then another, before he settled back and savored the moment that he will forever cherish.
All was well and that night, –even if it was just one night– their nightmares did not come to haunt them.
