#uke character

[pervertedaydreams]

premise: naoya is a fucking loser who doesn't like your wife because he secretly wants to be her

it was no secret that naoya zenin saw women as less than. any and every individual from the opposite sex that he's come across has immediately been deemed in his mind as replaceable and unimportant. a useless waste of space that has no ulterior motive aside from serving and breeding offspring.

however, amongst the women he has met in his lifetime, he especially hated your wife. there wasn't even an actual reason for it as far as anyone knew. the lady hadn't even spoken a word to him before! yet, his disdain was as clear as day whenever she did as much as step foot in the same room as him. the whole grudge he had against them was unreasonable and just plain ridiculous to anyone that saw it.

furthermore, if he were to be asked about it, the sorcerer would immediately deny it. he'd wave off any questions that brought to attention the dirty glare he was sending her way or the noises of disapproval that would be loudly made by him whenever the two of you showed any sort of affection for each other.

he absolutely didn't feel any way about it. nope, not one bit. naoya didn't care about the way you lightly had your big, calloused hand placed around the curve of her hip. or the way that you'd give her a kiss on the forehead—or worse, her lips—before dismissing yourself to a meeting with the higher-ups of the zenin clan. why the hell would he care about those things anyway?

his habit of walking around your part of the estate at night 'to get some water' also didn't mean anything. the way he'd slow down his steps to hear you fucking that worthless whore through the walls was just pure coincidence, and it was his bad luck to have passed by right when it was happening. even if he'd been a 'victim' of the noise more than ten times already, all those were by accident, he swore!

when he took it a step further and actually peeked through the unsealed hole of the door leading into your bedroom, he didn't see anything wrong with it either. why would it be there if you didn't want people snooping in on the area? nonetheless, it still meant nothing. not when he witnessed you relentlessly pounding into your poor wife's puffy pussy, who was idly begging for you to slow down because she couldn't take any more. not when he shoved a hand into his pants and rubbed his leaking cock with the same speed at which you were thrusting into her. 

"I could handle him so much better than that slut," he'd whisper to himself, arm steadily stroking the throbbing flesh in his hand. "if it was me in her place, I'd never cry; I would take it for so much longer than she ever can." naoya would claim that he's only spouting those things because he's looking down on your wife and her lack of composure, but when his own hole starts to pulse with need too, he can't come up with a reason to excuse that. 

when you finally calm down and call it a night is when it hits naoya the strongest, though. because while you are now starting to clean up your exhausted wife, peppering her with kisses and praise for taking you so well, he's left with nothing but a cramp going up his forearm from masturbating and a dirty hand layered with his own fluids.

why the hell does she deserve to be treated so delicately while he's forced to go back to his room and silently wash himself clean? she's just a woman; once you were done relieving yourself, you should've left her to deal with the aftermath and gone to his part of the estate. she's weak and irrelevant; she didn't deserve all of your undivided attention. more important people deserved it. more important people like him.

however, until the day comes that you realize that, he'll just endure her existence to the best of his capabilities.

ps: here's a small piece of writing to show I'm not dead ✌ I've been busy so I haven't gotten on here as much but I'ma try and see if I can make a routine for myself to post more consistently

also, I normally don't like writing for one fandom back to back cause I want to expand my audience, but with the s3 of jjk coming out I might end up making a whole fanfiction for the anime 🙈 DON'T hold me to it tho, ya'll know how I get about commitment

[ornithicwen]

𝜗𝜚 intentions ‧₊˚ ⊹

꩜ pair ; sunday x male reader

✧ tags ; smut, angels, slightly religious(?) theme, soft domtop reader, subbottom sunday, overstimulation, creampie, dacryphilia, corruption kink, mirror sex

Feathered wings behind his ears and a halo behind his head, colored in white and gold, complemented his fair skin. Before you stood a vision of ethereal beauty, radiating tranquility from his serene expression and graceful posture. Yet, despite the divine light that enveloped him, the chains binding him were obvious.

He was a stunning bird with clipped wings, unable to soar through the sky he longed for. Confined in a thorn-adorned golden cage, the delicate bars contrasted with his beauty, trapping him with a distant dream. You yearned to be the one to unlock his cage, helping him experience the true meaning of freedom— paradise.

You had pure intentions— to simply free a bird. With your keen perception and ability to see through the illusions that shroud reality, it was hard to overlook. After all, you were an angel, a high-ranking one at that, destined to protect and nurture these beings. However, shouldn’t a divinity be as pure as the others?

Why do you seek to confine him within the cover of your wings?

…

He was not pure either, so why should it matter if those pure thoughts turned impure the moment he fell from his stage? Why should it matter if he seeks refuge in the confines of the Astral Express or in your room? Why should it matter if he is on your sheets, bent over the bed with your cock slamming in and out of him?

Gray wings were formed from your back, their muted tones contrasting sharply with Sunday’s pristine white ear wings. Perhaps this is your punishment, and you wondered if these striking wings, once symbols of beauty and divinity, would soon succumb to decay, their delicate plumes drifting away like whispers in the wind. You wondered if the act of giving in to pleasure, entwined in the arms of another, would corrupt every inch of your essence to the point of no return. You also wondered what force could have pulled you away from the divine serenity of the heavens, plunging you instead into the murky depths of desire and temptation, as your larger hands tightly held the other man’s wrists behind his back.

His skin was a flawless canvas, fair and smooth. Pink hues highlighted his cheeks, contrasting starkly with the glistening tears that flowed like tiny rivers down his face. His mouth wide open as a series of moans and whimpers escaped his lips like a harmony that stirs your deepest passion, all while you fucked him through submission and corruption. As if you weren’t divine to begin with.

So pretty. You thought. From his silvery soft gray hair and his teary golden irises down to his glistening body, covered in both his and your cum, a warm hue of red across his skin, and the notable bite marks imprinted on his skin. These marks, heavy on their meaning, painted his skin as a symbol of ownership.

He was yours. In and out.

You have finally locked him in your cage.

“Beautiful,” you murmured, your fingers which held his waist tightly moved upward to his chin, and grabbed it firmly. You tilted his face up, forcing his gaze to the mirror that reflected both your images, ensuring he could see how thoroughly ruined, tainted, and fucked up he’s become.

He whimpered in response and your hips brutally snapped once again, causing him to let out a loud moan and orgasm harder than the previous as your cock hit his prostrate one last time before halting, your cock swallowed deep into his once virgin walls. Then, you came hard, spurting your seeds into his hole until it could no longer keep them inside, forming a circle as it spilled with your cock still inside. As soon as you two came down from your high, you shoved your fingers into Sunday’s mouth, forcing him to choke on it while your other hand moved down to hold his already hard, leaking cock.

“One more time,” you said, a smile forming your lips as your gaze met his hazy ones in the mirror, face thoroughly fucked out as tears stained his pink cheeks and droll escaped his lips. “Please,” you continued with a whiny tone, and that alone was enough to earn you a nod despite the fingers that choked him, even though he had been overstimulated for quite a while now.

“Thank you,” you said before pulling your fingers out and grabbing his hips with both hands, once again fucking him into a pit of lust, with no regard for your divine identity nor punishment.

It’s fine. You thought.

Heaven is with me. You thought.

“Heaven is under me,” and you whispered. Now you wonder— can the saint save the tainted?

Can he save you?

Even though he was never a saint to begin with.

[pervertedaydreams]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

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kinktober day 8: dry humping & breath play

pairing: loner! top/seme male reader x popular! bully! character

premise: you get entangled in a game of 'seven minutes in heaven' with the group of guys who bully you every day—perhaps they don’t hate you as much as you think

postscript: y'all know the drill; this writing piece isn't explicitly for any character, so you're free to decide who you want it to be about. also, I low-key might make a sequel to this, but don't hold me to it!!!

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you were never one to be known. a majority of your time was spent in solitude, viewing being alone as a means for peace. that simple fact made you a target for a great plethora of insults and teasing from whoever felt it was necessary to call out your lack of socialization. more times than not, however, it was the popular kids of a school. 

the school fame never ceased to reach their head, and they let you know that by making it a habit to bug you at least once per day. had you not known any better, you would've thought their harassment was just a disguised attempt to linger around you, with how big of a portion of their school day they took just to be in your space. 

you didn't bother meddling in the reason behind why they did what they did; you just focused on getting through it every day and giving them the smallest reaction you could. 

eventually at some point in the year, one of your very few friends had invited you to a party. well—really, he had to beg for you to go. aside from being an outcast at school, you also avoided get-togethers of any sort. it was almost ridiculous how much you kept to yourself. 

nonetheless, after an excessive amount of pleading from your companion to leave your house and join him at the function, you finally agreed. although you gave in to his attempts at getting you to go, you didn't plan to stay for long at the gathering. if it was as good of a party as your friend had described, the chances of your tormentors being there were extremely likely. after all, what was a party without renowned students showing up?

what you didn't expect, however, was to bump into them at such an early point while there. you'd only made it ten minutes inside the house where the event was taking place before you heard a familiar voice across the room, using the insulting name that only a secluded group of individuals called you. 

before you knew it, one of your bullies had made their way across the room and draped an arm around you, prodding at the reason behind you being there. "I don't think the host would've knowingly invited you to this party; are you sure you didn't sneak your way past the entrance or something?" he'd asked, a playful tone accompanying his words while a demeaning stare stuck to his eyes.

not even getting the chance to respond, someone from the room he had previously been in called out for him, informing him that "the game" was about to start. you were beyond confused, as prior to him coming up, you had no knowledge of a game happening. 

though, you hoped that him getting that piece of data would mean leaving you alone to go partake in whatever it was. instead, he dragged you along with him, shoving you past the crowd and into a smaller room with people sitting down in a circle; one empty beer bottle lay flat in the middle of them.

as you scanned the room, you came to the realization that not only him, but also the rest of the group of boys who spent their free time harassing you were also playing this supposed game. that would've been your cue to turn around and leave, but as you were held in place by the initial guy that saw you, escaping wasn't an option anymore.

after a bit of slander from the other guys who you also recognized in the room, you ultimately sat down in the circle as well, getting a spot in between two random girls that you'd never met before. they seemed pretty normal about you, even with the continuous insults that kept on being thrown your way and questions about why you'd chosen to sit in between two chicks. 

when all of the harassment calmed down, though, the game officially began. up to this point, you were still fairly confused on what the motive behind the game was. yeah, you were aware it was probably some sort of intimate game due to the setup, but you weren't exactly sure which one it was. 

and by the time you'd found out, the bottle had already landed on you. it wouldn't have been that bad of a thing, had it not been spun again and landed on—of course—one of your bullies. this is when you immediately became tense, already expecting a wave of degrading words to fly out of his mouth as retaliation for the bottle's stopping point. 

yet, he didn't. instead, he just stood up with a grin, already walking to the closet door before you could fully register anything. he wasn't going to say anything about it? 'huh, that's a bit weird,' you thought to yourself, slowly getting off the floor and following lead to his steps. 

as the door closed with a "click," you heard the muffled voice of one of the girls saying she was going to start the timer for 7 minutes now. you heard her footsteps getting farther away from the door, letting out a deep exhale as you looked around the tight-fit room, trying to avoid any chance at making eye contact with the guy in front of you.

he didn't seem to agree with the whole silence plan, though, snickering at you with a glare of contempt in his eyes. "you've never played this game before or something?" he asked while crossing his arms. "probably not, considering you don't have any people to hang out—and much less play this game with."

he let out a laugh at his own words, thinking the topic of your solitude was beyond hilarious. you didn't feed into his taunting, however, keeping your gaze away from his body and on a part of the wall. that seemed to irk him, as he got close to you, removing one hand from his chest to grab you by the collar of your shirt.

"hey, I'm talking to you, asshole," he'd spit out, his brows furrowed at your lack of acknowledgement for him. he leaned his face closer to yours, trying to use the proximity as a means for you to look at him. "is there a problem with your vision or something?"

you closed your eyes as you let out a deep exhale, shifting your head to finally look at him. before you could tell him to buzz off and leave you alone, he took the chance of your face being aligned opposite of his and smashed your lips together. your first instinct was to try pushing him away, but he only used that as motive to move you both against a wall in the room, using the firm enclosure to wrap his arms around your neck, and deepening the kiss more.

by this point you couldn't breathe. you were too caught up on the fact that the least likely person to ever do this was actively kissing you and refusing to disconnect your lips. the shock of the situation had made remembering to take in air fairly hard, and the longer the kiss went on, the weaker you got, your legs starting to wobble and your frame sliding down the floor from your lack of oxygen.

when you eventually collapsed, he finally pulled away. you stayed sprawled on the closet floor, breathing hard in an attempt to regain the air you'd lost during the kiss. your tormentor licked his lips, a new glint of what seemed to be lust in his gaze. "shit, I've been waiting so long to do that," he'd quietly huff out, crawling over to your figure and straddling your hips, taking the opportunity of you being temporarily immobile to his advantage.

"w-what? what do you mean, y-you've been waiting fo—" before you could finish your question, a high-pitched voice rang from the other side of the door.

"four more minutes!" she exclaimed, informing you and the guy now on top of you that three minutes had passed since you entered the room. he looked to be bummed out by the lack of time, his frame slightly slumping before he turned back to you.

"guess we'll have to make the most out of what's left then," he stated, placing his hands on both your shoulders to balance himself before beginning to move his hips, grinding down on your clothed cock. you let a hiss escape your mouth, too awestruck to do anything else. the amount of things that had happened in the past minute was too much, and you were still in the process of taking it all in to really give a proper reaction.

something that did stick in your mind, though, was that this was wrong on so many levels. he was your bully. your harasser. one of the people who actively partook in making your life a living hell. yet, all of that went out the window as you felt yourself hardening through your pants. 

you'd deal with the rational side of this situation later. right now, he was rubbing his ass down deliciously on your dick, and you'll be damned if you take his willingness to please you for granted.

you got a firm grasp of his hips, tightly holding them as you threw your head back. using your hands, you maneuvered him to move faster, leading the rhythm he was grinding himself down on you with. as small groans and sharp breaths left your mouth, you started mildly bucking your own hips upwards into his ass, trying to reach your high as soon as possible. 

one of your bullies' hands left your shoulder as he shoved it into his own pants, palming his cock at the same pace you were humping into him. he pressed his lips together in hopes of holding back any noises, but small whines and whimpers still managed to make their way past his mouth. seeing him touching himself while satisfying you made a knot start forming in the pit of your stomach, the feeling of your approaching high making itself known.

"f-fuck, I'm gonna cum," you groaned out, your thrusts becoming more needy and irregular. you let a low moan leave your lips as you reached your orgasm, a wet and sticky mark forming on your pants. a few seconds later the boy on top of you let out a strained squeal of his own, closing his eyes as his peak flowed through him as well.

after you two both eased down from your high, he went to lay his upper body on you, head falling into the crook of your neck as he tried regulating his breaths. 

"wow," you muttered, glancing over at him. you wanted to say more, but now that the moment was over, you weren't aware if saying anything would be appropriate. for all you knew, this was a one-time deal for him to get his rocks off, and he was regretting it now that he was post-orgasm. 

you didn't get to dwell much on that train of thought, though, as you heard a knock at the door that startled both of you to your feet. "time's up!" cheered the same voice from before, the door being swung open before she even finished her phrase.

the moment the girl went to continue talking after opening the door, she immediately cut herself off. silence filled the room as everyone stared at you and the other male. the circle of people on the floor scanned both of your bodies, from the disheveled hair to your red faces to the slight stain in your pants. it was blatantly obvious that something had happened in that closet.

the tension in the room could be cut with a knife, completely unbearable even though nothing was being said. as soon as you stepped outside of the closet, you cleared your throat before heading towards the door. 

"I—um, I just remembered I need to go do something. sorry for the sudden leave." you murmured out, booking it for the door as the half-assed excuse left your lips. what you did notice, however, before closing the door to the room as you exited it, was a certain look that all your bullies directed towards the guy you'd been spending the seven minutes with. it was something so different from what you'd ever seen in their eyes.

if you were none the wiser, you'd have thought it was envy. 

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[pervertedaydreams]

ONLY YOU, BABY

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kinktober day 9: somnophilia, riding & overstimulation

pairing: top/seme male reader x imprint! jacob black

premise: after years of pining over bella, jacob unexpectedly imprints on you—and now he's determined to prove he doesn't love her anymore

postscript: how are we feeling about the coloring over the photos? I feel like it doesn't work as well with real-life humans as it does with drawings...should I keep it like this or switch it up when I write about real people characters?? also, I might edit this later since I haven’t given it a thorough proofread yet, so please bear with me if you see any changes made later on.

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it had been around 2 weeks since jacob imprinted on you. 

the whole ordeal had occurred after he got into it with bella and edward. again. it had become a recurring routine for him to butt heads with the vampire in an attempt to stay around bella, who everyone but him realized had no real solid intentions with him.

nobody had the heart to tell him, though, so instead they chose to keep the peace they themselves had with the shapeshifter and say nothing about it. of course, with your luck, you got stuck being the one that had to take a turn at comforting him after the quarrel happened. 

sure, you were used to jacob's stubborn antics at this point, but that didn't make them any less annoying to deal with. you'd think that after running into the same damn wall of bella choosing edward over him, he'd take a hint, yet he never did. and you never had it in you to snap him out of the delusion. that's why right now, you were patting his back and giving small reassuring words while he stayed hunched over, with his head in his hands while sitting next to you. 

"it's alright; she'll realize how much better you are one day," you reassured, really actually saying it more for the sake of the situation rather than to be realistic. you had long given up on trying to open jacob's eyes about how things actually were from an outside perspective, mainly now just focusing on saying whatever was needed to get him back on his feet.

you loved jake, and if lying to him at his most vulnerable state meant keeping him stable and happy, you'd do it till you lost your voice. he didn't need to know that, though. it's not like the feeling was exactly reciprocated with how open he was about his devotion to bella. 

"I don't know (m/n)," jacob groaned into his hands, still too bummed out to actually move from his stance. he let his hands slide upwards and comb through his hair, leaning his head downwards and letting it hang in the process. "she's been with that stonehead for nearly three years now; I'm starting to lose hope in there ever being a reality where she picks me over him."

you internally cringed at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. seriously, how dense could someone be? 'I get being in love can make you blind, but jesus, this is excessive,' you thought to yourself, only visibly letting out a long sigh before leaning your own upper body forward to be at level with jacob and taking hold of his chin, raising it up to meet your gaze.

"regardless of who she chooses, you need to remember that you're an amazing guy that any person would be lucky to have," you softly stated, letting a small smile fall on your lips.

that's when it hit him. the deep, intense feeling that targeted his chest before spreading to the rest of his body. he felt a wave of tranquil euphoria wash through him as he looked into your eyes. suddenly all the small but significant attributes on your face became more noticeable for him, and that gentle, caring stare you were giving him started causing a sensation he only thought possible to feel for one girl to fill his stomach. 

ah, so this is what it felt like. 

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after that day, you noticed jacob starting to act...peculiar towards you. if you tried going over to him and making conversation, he'd go beat red and immediately make an excuse to get away. during patrol breaks when he and the other shapeshifters were lounging around, the instant you'd enter a room he was also in, they'd start making obnoxious noises before sam shut them up. he'd also begin to keep tabs on you. even though he wasn't talking to you, he'd check up on your whereabouts while in wolf form, silently stalking you before leaving to go complete his own missions.

it was all so odd. now it seemed like you were the only one unaware of what was going on while everyone around you seemed to have caught on centuries ago. you didn't bother thinking too hard about it, though. aside from all the recent weird behavior, it seemed that jake had miraculously lost his long-lasting crush on bella. he no longer seemed interested in going out of his way to see her, focusing more on his wolf pack duties and hanging around the tribe's circle—especially hanging around you.

one day when you were able to catch him before he ran away again, you brought up that change in him you'd recently noticed. "you know," you chirped, looking up at the sky before continuing your sentence. you were too enthralled by the clouds to take note of jacob's hazy stare. if it were possible for shapeshifters to, he'd swear he almost went into heat every time he hung around you too long. it didn't help that he naturally had an exceedingly high body temperature, so really, being in close proximity to you didn't make things any easier. 

"I'm surprised you don't pay bella as much attention anymore. since, like, you're obsessed with her and stuff." you chuckled, smiling to yourself while your eyes shifted between different clouds. the mention of bella and jacob's feelings for her made his heart drop to his abdomen. right. you still believed he was in love with her. 

"uh, yeah," he muttered out, his gaze shooting down to meet the ground beneath you two. "I think I'm just starting to lose the crush. haven’t really been thinking about her much as of recently."

you let out a hum in response, keeping your view glued to the sky. an awkward silence started to build around you both, so you decided to leave the topic alone and switch to something more digestible instead. but as you continued to pursue the conversation with jacob, you failed to realize that your mentions of bella caused something to become very clear in his mind. 

he needed to prove to you he was over her.

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the shapeshifter started to brew a plan that made you realize there was nothing going on between him and the human girl anymore. he even went through with making notes and such to brainstorm ideas that could help get the message across. 

during patrol you were all he could think about. ever since he began working towards a plan, you'd gained an even bigger place in his head than before. and that was a problem for the rest of the pack, especially during the period they were in wolf form and could hear his every thought.

"dude, your thoughts are starting to get annoying to deal with," barked out paul, giving jacob a mean growl through his wolf form. "if you're not going to do anything about your feelings, stop making us victims of them."

jacob was about to snap at his companion until an idea dawned on him. he needed to do something. you were never going to get the message if all he did was ponder about it.

the moment patrol ended, he ran to your house while still in his shifted form, only retreating back to his human figure once he was in front of the establishment. the man was completely naked, not having considered shielding himself before booking it for your place. he went around the house to where your room was located, noticing you'd left your window open. 

bingo.

as he pulled himself through the open segment of your home, he quietly landed on the floor of your room. you were sound asleep, not a single sign of you waking up being present. he gently trod over to your bed, slowly climbing in to best avoid any vigorous movement from your mattress.

he lightly peeled the blanket covering you off, sliding his hands down where your shorts and briefs were covering your lower half. pulling them down, your soft cock was revealed. wrapping a hand around your dick, he leaned his face lower to spit on it, using the saliva as a lubricant to make jerking you off easier. by this point you were starting to shuffle around a bit, not fully awake, but not exactly far from it. 

your shaft started hardening in jacob's hand, his movements causing you to gain an erection even through sleep. he moved his head to be inches from your cock, licking a line up a vein that decorated the side of it and earning a low groan from you. afterwards he pulled back his head, inserting his index and ring fingers in his mouth as he wet them. he sucked on them until drool accumulated and leaked from the corners of his mouth. after he got them wet enough, he pulled them out of his oral cavity, placing his arm behind his back and aligning his finger with his hole, slowly using them to stretch himself open. 

a small whimper left his mouth as a result of the stretch his fingers caused. he pumped the digits into himself while going back to your dick, making it his goal to get you completely hard. as his hand started gliding up and down your shaft faster, you started breathing harder, your oxygen intake becoming more rigid. 

you eventually blinked your eyes open, becoming officially awakened from your slumber. looking around, you could barely make any sense of the situation before you. jacob was butt-naked on his knees, arched over and fingering himself while jerking you off with his other hand. were you actually awake? 

the opportunity to wrap your head around the situation at hand was short-lived, however, as a guttural moan left your mouth when you attempted to ask the other male what he was doing, the pleasure of his hand butchering your effort for words. he looked up at you, his actions not halting in the slightest.

"oh, you're awake," he whispered, a strain accompanying his words. his own attempts to get words out, though successful, came out a bit unnatural due to voice's instability because of him pleasuring himself. 

you wanted to take another go at speaking, but jacob cut you off from it. "at least you're conscious for the best part," he teased, standing upright on the bed before crawling over to be on top of your frame. you were too drowsy for this. falling into sleep had been the last thing you remembered, and now you had been awakened by your best friend trying to fuck himself on you.

with your mind still foggy, you didn't take any initiative to get the man off you, letting him place his hands on your chest and lower himself onto your cock. an audible whine left his throat; even through closed lips, the stretch of your dick was too much for him. the two measly fingers he'd prepped himself with were basically useless at the moment. 

feeling your cock being swallowed into his tight, warm walls, you throw your head back. a ragged moan escaped your mouth, with no attempts to keep your voice down being made. you had completely forgotten that your parents were still under the same roof as you and could possibly hear something if too much noise was made. jacob, being the only one who seemed to remember this, slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while beginning to ride you.

"hahh-shit, you're gonna g-get us caught," he breathed out, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. it'd be bad for the both of you if anyone walked in on the scene. that didn't stop him from continuing his actions, though, rocking his hips and swaying them in circles around your cock.

you kept making noise through his palm, a stream of muffled moans being heard throughout the room. hopefully the sounds you were making didn't travel past it. your eyes began rolling to the back of your head as your release neared you. it was almost impossible to not finish fast when jake was the one whose walls you were in.

he was so warm. his body temperature made holding off on cumming near impossible. the sweat that was prickling through your skin in response to his physique's heat was nothing compared to how good your dick felt nestled inside him.

you tried informing jacob you were going to cum, but with his firm hand still blocking your mouth, all you could do was let some more groans leave you before your eyes rolled back, flooding his walls with all of your load. 

jake let out a groan at the feeling of you filling up, purposely avoiding making any unnecessary movements that could lead to your semen leaking out of him whilst still chasing his high. by now you were borderline overstimulated, with your fresh-off-an-orgasm cock still being used for the other males' own pleasure.

your frame started to shake as his movements got harder, the creak of your mattress echoing throughout the walls of the room. after a few more seconds, jacob followed your lead and came too, ropes of cum spurting out onto both your bellies as he breathed heavily.

he let himself fall onto you, his full body weight on top of yours, while the both of you took a moment to catch your breath. all you could think about, though, during the period was how warm he felt. you could almost doze off and fall back asleep with how cozy he was.

moving your hands lower to grasp both of jake's hips, you gently lifted them upward to take your now soft cock out of him. he let out a disappointed groan from this, as your fluids started leaking down his thighs, but you didn't let it stop you from proceeding. 

after having pulled out, you wrapped your arms around the other male, firmly cuddling him as you two relaxed into each other's touch. you were about to let the situation end like that and ask questions later, fluttering your eyes closed with the intention of going back to your slumber, with jake accompanying you this time, until—

creak. the sound of a door from another room in the house opening was followed by your father's voice telling your mom he was just going to check up on you out of concern for the "random noises" they heard.

fuck.

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[pervertedaydreams]

Let's Have A GAANG BAANG

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Pairing: Aang x Top/Seme Male Reader x Sokka x Zuko

Summary: It's been years since you've seen any of the gaang, and the three male members have just been dying to get their hands on you.

Featuring: Oral/anal sex, straddling, biting, blood, hand job, cowgirl, no-prep, exhibitionism, infidelity, jealousy/possessiveness, blow job, creampie, prostate massaging, making out, temperature play, glowing body parts, minimal Sokka x Zuko at the end, and cum play.

WC: 4.7k

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The flicker that came from the flames presented in front of you did nothing short of create a beautiful scene. Their romantic glow caused an inconsistent cascade of light and shadow to mix in the cave you and the rest of the crew were in.

Of course, the master behind those flames was even more impressive himself. It had been a while since you had seen Zuko in person—hell, since you had seen any of the members from your teenage group. After everyone had decided to go their own way, there was never much time for you all to have a mutual meetup, as everybody was busy pursuing their own life.

Maybe it was a calling from a spirit that Aang needed all your guys' help on this mission. You did miss the dynamic and energy that came from being surrounded by the people closest to you; heaven knows you craved to be going back and forth with the guys or teasing the girls about something random.

In the midst of your zoning out, you suddenly heard an abrupt yet clear cough that came from your right. 

"Hey, Y/n, you okay?" probed the same voice that previously cleared its throat, seeming to add a slight playfulness to its tone as if to not discomfort you. "You've been burning holes into Zuko’s torso for a good minute now."

Blinking your eyes a few times, you zoned back in to realize that your pupils had been laser focused on the fire lord's chest. Immediately ripping your eyes away from his body, you looked at the floor instead, deciphering whether it would be better to explain yourself to who you now realized was Sokka on your right or apologize to Zuko for the unintentional staring contest with his pecs.

You ultimately decided to do both while keeping your gaze on the ground, assuming that would save you the most humiliation from the expressions plastered on your comrades’ faces.

"My bad, I guess I was too in my head and didn't realize where I was looking," you mumbled timidly, like a kid who was forced to say sorry by their guardian. On your right you heard Toph let out a cheeky snicker while Katara started to tease.

"What's so enthralling about Zuko’s chest that had you zoning out over it, huh?" the waterbender taunted, wrapping a lazy arm around Aang’s shoulders. She put a portion of her weight on him while eyeing you, her grin stretching across her face at the realization she struck gold in something to mess with you about when you covered your face with shame, groaning in response.

"It was nothing. I'm telling you, I got busy thinking and didn't pay attention to where my eyes were," you stated disgruntledly, trying to be as casual about the conversation topic as possible in hopes that it would make it die out faster.

"Yeah, right," Toph mocked, now starting to join in on the ridiculing that should've ended 30 seconds ago, "I bet you were doing it on purpose and are just making the zoning out thing up to not get caught."

The metalbender got more comfortable in her sideways position on the floor before looking in your direction. For a blind woman, she sure did have a talent for knowing where to look to make eye contact.

"You can admit Zuko is pretty handsome," she kept on going, manipulating a small rock to head in the firebender’s direction and circle his upper body. You dragged your eyes over to look at him, wondering if he was hating the situation as much as you, only to be met with a rather flustered expression.

Although he wasn't saying anything or interacting with the discourse, Zuko was visibly red in the face. His shoulders were nearly steaming from how hot he was.

'He's probably just surprised at the direction the conversation went in,' you reasoned, not questioning his reaction much. 'It's nothing.'

Thinking about reactions, it had just dawned on you that neither of the other males in the room had said a single word since you apologized. Looking over at Sokka and Aang, you noticed that they seemed rather...tame with the whole theatrical.

They didn't seem overjoyed at the opportunity to dogpile on you about something silly like they usually would. Instead, their faces reflected that of hidden discontent. 

Sokka was wearing a smile like usual, but the ends of his mouth shifted from time to time as if he were forcing himself to do it for appearances. Aang was barely reciprocating Katara’s physical affection, spiritlessly wrapping his arm around her waist while mundanely looking around the room.

Their reactions were inherently odd compared to how you last remembered them acting. However, again, it has been several years since everyone's gotten together like this. Perhaps they've just grown up and changed.

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Nighttime had officially fallen, and everyone had mutually decided it was time to rest. After a bit of rearranging had been done to better set up for sleeping, the crew had started to pull out their own bed linens and do whatever else was needed before lying down. 

You had found yourself taking the space between Zuko and Sokka, dropping your blanket and slowly following it onto the ground as well. Sluggishly mumbling a goodnight to the rest of the group, you closed your eyes and instantly began dwindling into a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

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Gradually evening out your breathing, you tried focusing on the black behind your eyelids and disconnecting from the rest of your surroundings. In the process of doing so, though, you heard a shuffling coming from in front of you. 

‘Someone's just probably changing positions,’ you thought to yourself. ‘It's not like sleeping on a cave floor is the most ideal resting location.’

Just when you were about to return to your previous activity of zoning into nothingness, you heard something again, but this time it was coming near you. Someone was up, but that shouldn't bother you. There isn't any danger from anyone in the team. You're safe, and as far as you know nobody from the outside is coming in.

Still, you opened your eyes just to peek at who exactly it was and what they were doing at this hour of the night. You did not expect, however, to be met with Zuko hovering over you, his stature unwavering even as he came to realize you were, in fact, awake.

"Uhm, hey there, Zuko," you started, a slight concern present in your voice by the odd interaction. "Everything alright?" The buffer man did nothing but gaze down at you for a few more seconds.

It was when you were about to go in again with another question that he finally acted, kneeling down to meet you at face level and inching towards yours. Somewhat appalled by the action, you attempted to lean back and put some space between the two of you, but just as you were starting to, another hand made contact with your neck, halting your movement.

Slightly jumping at the unexpected intervention, you turned around to be met with Sokka already looking back at you, his loosened hair cascading over the front of his face, giving him a rather alluring appearance. 

"Why are you up?" Zuko grilled in a low voice, though it came out more like a statement with how harsh his voice sounded. While asking, he leaned forward again, but this time his body language came off more territorial than usual. Your knees bumped together as he took a hold of your forearm, seeming as if ready to drag you away from the other man.

"The same reason you are," Sokka bit back, pulling out a smile as he gave Zuko an all-knowing look. You now wore a perplexed expression, completely unaware of whatever hidden message was being spelled out behind the pair’s short sentences to one another. What exactly was Zuko here to do?

You didn't have to wait much longer for that question to be answered, though, as Sokka pulled his arm back—your hair that was held by that same hand went with it. He forced the back of your head onto his collarbone, instantly diving into an open-mouth kiss. The tactician’s tongue played inside your mouth, making room for itself without prior notice.

Your eyes widened at the intrusion, too surprised to take any immediate action. Too caught up in the obscurity of the moment to fight back or do anything but make an alarmed noise. 

"You—" Zuko spat out, catching himself before going off the handle over what he was seeing in front of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Everyone should've been asleep, and the two of you should be kissing. Yet, now that the situation has been changed, there's nothing he can do except modify his plan.

The flame king clenched his teeth, taking a breath before crawling towards you. Just because Sokka landed the first move didn't mean it was over for him. He slowly brought his hands to rest on your thighs, using them as leverage to put his weight as he neared your necks. The firebender began to leave soft kisses from your collarbone to your neck, finding home on one of your scent glands and beginning to suck. If Sokka got the first kiss, he was going to be the first to leave a mark on you.

You groaned into Sokka’s mouth at the sensation on your neck, subconsciously wrapping a hand around Zuko’s waist to keep him there. The man who was responsible for tonguing you seemed to take notice of this, a new rage filling him at the reciprocation in touch. How come Zuko got it and not him? Why were you even looking at his chest earlier? Did everything have to always be about him?

Deep in his thoughts, Sokka ripped his lips away from yours and dug into your neck instead. However, he wasn't as sweet with his markings as the fire lord. The inventor locked his canines into the skin in between your shoulder and neck, biting down without a second thought. An uncomfortable grunt came from your throat. Moving your irises down to look at the skin after feeling a trickling wet sensation on it, only to be met with your own blood flowing down and seeping into your clothes.

"W-what did you do?" you asked, a visible quiver in your voice at the fact that you already knew the answer. Sokka dragged his eyes back to your own, a small grin of satisfaction on his face. Lowering his head, he licked the open wound, not breaking eye contact with you as he lapped up the spilling red liquid. That seemed to have gotten your attention away from the other male.

While in a dazed state and still looking at the clear bite mark on your trapezius, you heard another shuffle come from across the cave. That's when reality hit you again: there were several other people in the lair that could wake up at any given moment and see the scenario unfolding.

Although you told yourself that scared you, and your stomach filled with anxiety at the thought, you somehow felt an additional mix of arousal at the idea too. That small drop of it must've been enough to cause your body to react, as you felt yourself growing.

Zuko seemed to notice it too, looking down to be met with a clear bulge sticking forward in your pants. Continuing to gaze at it, he moved one hand away from your thigh and cupped your clothed penis. A ragged breath tore through your lips at the feeling. This caused the fire lord to snap his head back up, looking at your pleased expression and uneven breathing that was mildly hitting his face.

A blush crept up his cheeks as he swallowed down the saliva that had unknowingly been building up in his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he whispered, letting himself catch a small peck from your unguarded lips before lowering his head to be between your legs. Though the contact of lips merely lasted for a second, you could feel just how high his body temperature was. Had he not been the leader of the Fire Nation, you would have become concerned at just how hot he was. 

You got distracted from his steamy kiss, however, when you heard the shuffling from before again, but this time it seemed more consistent. Hearing a groan, you turned your head to be met with Aang slowly waking up. Your heart started beating even harder, a mix of feelings seeping into your skin. 

The moment you were experiencing had happened so fast that you hadn't even thought to yourself what you would do if another member woke up. You hadn't exactly wanted this, so should you ask for help? Yet again, you weren't exactly fully opposed either. 

Not much time to think was given, though, before the airbender rubbed any sleepiness he had left over from his eyes and scanned the view in front of him. After shifting his now wide eyes back and forth and analyzing what was going on, his pupils ultimately landed on you. Staring back at him, you said nothing, but your expression was an amalgamation of panic, anxiety, and arousal.

A beat passed without anyone saying anything, but eventually the avatar slowly rose from his bed, walking more casually than you would've expected towards the scene. Squatting down in front of you, he cupped your face and leaned into a kiss. His kiss was less intense and aggressive than Sokka’s, but just as hungry. He let himself moan into the kiss, seemingly enjoying the small yet heated act of intimacy.

"Not gonna say hello or anything before crashing the party?" probed Sokka through heavy breaths. One of his hands was down his pants and the other up his shirt, twitching his right nipple. He had become so spellbound by the bite mark he left on you that he'd been lapping and sucking on it for minutes, getting off at just how dark and noticeable he could make that singular mark of his on your skin.

Aang spared him a glance before returning his attention back to you, not completely in the mood for talking.

"It's not like there's much to say. And anyways, I obviously showed up late, so I have some catching up to do." He simply stated, closing his eyes to continue the kiss while slowly reaching to hold one of your hands. 

By this point you had stopped including rationality or morals into the mix. You were so drawn in by the kiss that it hadn't even hit you that out of all three men, Aang was very much taken. The man who was necking you like he needed you in order to breathe was in a relationship with a woman who was less than 20 feet away from you.

The thought itself punched your gut with guilt, but with the way he was kissing you the negative feeling slowly transitioned into one of excitement. You eagerly kissed back, letting the airbender intertwine your guys' hands together as you made out. It wasn't your responsibility anyway to deal with the way people went about their relationships.

A sharp inhale was forced into your lungs as you felt a warm sensation overtake your cock. Slightly opening your eyes, you lowered your vision to be met with Zuko and his mouth wrapped around your shaft. You could see the tip of it poke out through his cheek as he made his best attempt at taking you all in. 

Utilizing your free hand, you moved it over to be on top of his head, caressing and petting his hair in a way of showing praise for his actions. The lord peered back up at you, his half-lidded eyes making their best attempt to stay on you as he swallowed, making more space in his throat for your dick to pierce through. 

"Lean back for me, baby," heaved out the strategist behind you, freeing the hand latched to his nipple and making a feeble attempt at pushing your shoulder down to put you on your back. You obliged, momentarily removing your hand from Zuko’s head—who seemed rather saddened by the missing physical contact—to balance yourself as you lay on your back, stretching your legs out to give the one between them better access.

Aang followed you down the whole way, continuing to smooch you like a lovesick puppy. It really started to make you wonder just how devoted he was to Katara with how feverishly he was about a simple kiss.

When he leaned back to catch his breath, Sokka took that as an opportunity to use your mouth for himself. Putting a hand on your chest, he used his other to peel off any clothing item that was on his lower body. Once they were discarded, he crawled closer to you, putting a leg on either side of your neck and straddling your face.

Without even needing to speak, you knew what he wanted to do and instantly cooperated, moving one hand to get a firm hold on his thighs as you helped lower him onto your face. Now that your mouth was taken, the avatar resorted to kissing your free hand instead, slowly moving it over to his lips. The wet sensation of his tongue rolling around your middle and index fingers was felt directly as he sucked on them while palming himself through his pants. 

You laid your tongue flat under Sokka’s ass, licking a long line from his balls to his brown hole. This seemed to appease him, evident by the strained exhale that left his lips. Deciding to stop teasing, you went for the real motive. Pointing your tongue, you wiggled it into his anus, letting a finger you had previously wet tease around the edges before ultimately sinking in too. The inventor arched his back at the intrusion, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep his voice down while you worked your way into his hole.

The change in pace seemed to have struck a nerve for the element bender more down south. Zuko retracted his lips away from your cock and impatiently started to part ways with his lower-body garments as well. Throwing them off to the side, he inched closer to your midbody, deciding to straddle your hips before he made a reach for your cock again.

By this point Aang had soaked your fingers in enough of his saliva that it dripped down the back of your hand and onto your wrist. He pulled back from it, a string still connecting to your middle finger before fully detaching. 

Lowering his pants just enough to unsheathe his cock, he moved your hand over to position it in a way that your palm would immediately make contact with his base. As you felt around it, you wrapped your hand around his dick with a firm hold, going to toy with the tip and realizing it was already leaking pre-cum. 

A groan left your mouth and reverberated into Sokka’s tight walls as you felt Zuko’s warm ones take in your cock. The sensation mildly came off as painful first due to the lack of prep he had done for himself, too eager to have you inside him to consider the faults of his rushed plan.

However, his walls were soooo warm. He absolutely lived up to the fire lord name with how heated and comfortable the muscles taking your penis in were. A small groan of discomfort left his mouth at the initial penetrating sensation, but eventually he started to move, not seeming to let the tenuous pain get in his way.

“Do you feel it, Y/n?” he called out, looking down at the visible bump in his stomach from your cock. He felt himself twitch just from the sight below him. Moving a hand over to lay it over the protruding skin, he instinctively tightened around you even more. “We’re one now, too.”

He placed his hands on your torso while swaying his hips, moving them in a circular motion as he made his best attempt to properly ride you. Although the lack of preparation made for an uncomfortable start, the more he grinded down on your dick, the more tolerable it became.

Just when he was about to start speeding up, the side of your cock hit a bundle of nerves that made him gasp, suddenly freezing at the spike of pleasure he felt. When he tried moving again, he realized it was a lot harder to hit that same spot with the way he was positioned. 

He grounded his feet on the floor, taking a squatting position before beginning to bounce up and down on your dick. The change had absolutely helped, as he was more frequently able to make contact with the spot.

"U-ughhh, Y/n, Y/n, Y-Y/n, this feels really good," whined the man, getting cock-drunk the more stretched out his walls became from your erect piece of flesh. His eyes started to unfocus as he didn't know where to look while feeling this almost unbearable amount of pleasure.

With Zuko now having a repeated pace he was fucking himself on your cock with, it caused you to also start reacting to the building feeling in your abdomen. Pulling your finger out of Sokka’s anus, you wrapped your hand around his thigh, squeezing it as a method to mildly ground yourself. 

Focusing instead on protruding your tongue as deep as you could inside him, you used that hand to push him even closer to your face. 

While moving your tongue near the middle of his walls, he suddenly clenched around your tongue, letting out a small mewl and clawing at your thorax. Seeing this as a good sign, you repeated your assault on that specific angle, locking your arm around his thigh when he tried rising from your tongue or squirming away. 

With your opposite hand, you had started to fully jerk Aang off, utilizing the pre he had been leaking as a form to more smoothly glide your hand on his cock. He had been able to better handle the sensation of pleasure than the other two men, focusing on keeping his breathing evened and as quiet as possible. 

Yet, even with not being as loud as them, his pleasure could be visibly seen by his arrows actively glowing. He had also put a portion of his weight on one arm, slowly starting to feel himself collapse the closer he got to reaching his high. Even with his energies being down, though, he made an attempt at reciprocating your actions by repeatedly pushing his hips forward, humping your hand in return for the service. 

"T-thank you f-for this, Y/n," he huffed out, trying to put together words without letting out an audible moan. With the hand not supporting his weight, he laid it on your forearm, wanting to have more physical contact with you even aside from the one already taking place.

"I-I," Zuko whimpered, taking in a few breaths before trying his sentence again, "I'm going to cum soon." Had you not been tongue-deep in Sokka’s ass, you would’ve realized that the firebender was heating up like crazy. 

Aside from his walls sucking you in so warmly, his back—leading up to his shoulders—and thighs were releasing steam at a rapid pace. It’s surprising he hasn’t caught on fire by this point.

Sokka agreed with his message by nodding his head, opening his mouth to speak, but only an airy moan came out.

"Me too," he added, biting his lip the closer he got to his climax. He’d started grinding his hips back into your face, alternating from shifting away at your abuse towards his prostate. “I-I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Out of the three men fondling you, the air nomad was the only one that stayed more so quiet, seeming too caught up on your hand pumping him to care about the other two’s words. Yet, he too felt himself building up and getting ready to explode. Anyone could tell, really, if they simply looked at him. He was lighting up like a glow stick the closer he got to reaching his peak.

Five more bounces later and Zuko had started shaking, his orgasm overtaking him as he clenched and unclenched around your cock. He wasn’t able to actually say anything, but small strained noises left his lips while he aimlessly looked up at the ceiling of the cave. 

His seed spilled all over your stomach, dripping down to nearly reach your belly button. The flame king’s breathing continued to waver as he felt his limbs collapsing, the overexertion from riding you taking a toll now that the high was coming to an end.

But it didn't come without the seeping of your own semen starting to fill him too. He softly gasped as he let himself hunch over, using your cum-splattered stomach for leverage while you let your load out inside him.

Sokka came next, the moans from you reaching your own peak being the last thing he needed to be thrown over the edge and climax as well. His thighs tightened around your head as he bit his hand to cheaply cover his moans. He tipped his cum on your pecs, some of it still dripping from his tip, painting little dots in the middle of your collarbone.

As Sokka and Zuko both were catching their breaths, stooped over and holding onto a part of your core for leverage, they timidly made eye contact. They were practically breathing on each other from how close in proximity they were. 

The non-bender decided to make the move first, and he weakly reached out for the flamebender’s face, pulling him into a tired and messy kiss. Although mildly surprised, the other didn't pull back and soon started to kiss back. The two silently rejoiced in the kiss, seemingly content with what they got out of tonight.

Aang finished last, an extra few pumps from you being enough to finally join the rest of you in the euphoria that came with experiencing sexual relief.

With his mouth agape but no sound coming out of it, his arrows maintained an unwavering glow throughout his whole orgasm, and his eyes fully went bright for a few seconds before calming down. His cum dribbled onto your closed hand, gradually slipping downwards and seeping into the web space between your thumb and index finger.

When the avatar finally came to—with wobbly breaths and tears poking at the corners of his eyes—and saw the mess of himself in your now-relaxed fist, he used that as a weak opportunity for the two of you to "unite" as well.

Shakily moving the hand previously grabbing yours, he slid it over to your knuckles, extending his fingers to intertwine his hand with yours once again, letting his still-warm semen mix into both of your palms. That was his personal compromise for not getting to have a part of you inside him.

Everyone seemed to have been satisfied for tonight.

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The next day you had mysteriously risen with a fever. Nothing deadly, but definitely not well enough for you to move much for the day.

"You were just fine yesterday," stated Katara, organizing her bag before getting started on whatever needed to be done that day. "I just don't understand where this could have come from in such little time."

"Maybe those guys chasing us had something to do with it," guessed Toph, shrugging her shoulders while putting her hair up. It's true, there hadn't been that big of a time window in between yesterday, when you were doing just fine, and today, when you're practically bedridden.

But there definitely had been a lot of action, and none of the men in the room seemed to want to offer any explanation for your sudden decrease in health.

"I'm not too sure what happened, but someone should stay near Y/n while the rest of us go out," the waterbender sighed, seeming both concerned and irritated at your condition.

"The three of us can stay behind, and you two look for resources today," chimed Sokka, getting closer to you and putting a hand to your forehead, checking your body temperature. "There's a decent chance someone might locate us here, and if that happens we won't be able to move as efficiently with one of us being weaker."

Katara wanted to interject, but Zuko and Aang cut her short by immediately expressing their agreement with Sokka’s idea. She eventually gave up on proposing any other agenda and went on her way with Toph, leaving you alone with the three other men.

Nothing to worry about anyways; they were obviously going to take good care of you.

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[pervertedaydreams]

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pairing: beta! top/seme male reader x omega! till

premise: as a beta, pheromones don’t sway you. that’s exactly why till becomes so dependent on you in the days leading up to his heat—and why he ultimately asks you for help dealing with it

featuring: clit play, praising, vaginal stimulation, (stuck) sex toy, auralism, service top reader, clothed/naked play, till being frustrated dealing with his heat

postscript:....tupac back? BETA SUPREMACY, alpha x omega is super overrated. also, if you're just reading for the smut, it's at the bottom of the fic. I spent a bit more time adding storyline than I meant to before actually getting to the erotica.

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till can be described using many words. rebellious. angry. to some even spiteful. it was really hard to see him at a point where he didn't demonstrate any of those traits.

yet, he told himself that's the way things needed to be. in a society where his kind were seen as nothing other than pets, accessories, and entertainment there was truly no reason to be kind to any of his oppressors. why show them benevolence, when in their eyes, he was nothing more than another singing animal ready to be slaughtered at any given moment?

he was already defiant enough as is during his earlier youth; however, it got even worse when his second gender started presenting. if there was any affability left in him before, it certainly disappeared when he found out he was an omega. it was already enough that humanity was seen as the inferior species on the planet, but being the inferior and most vulnerable sub-gender as well was the final cherry on top.

now he could truly no longer afford to be anything other than bitter. because if he was, that could mean getting used, getting exposed, getting taken advantage of. he needed to be the most unpleasant, unlikeable, and unmanageable human to all aliens and other humans alike if he wanted to avoid being exploited any more than he already was.

though, only because he had a bad attitude, it didn't make shielding his omega nature any more effective. he still got his heats, and he was still forced to go through the hot, uncomfortable, and aroused days whether he wanted to or not.

you had gotten the habit of being able to tell when tills' heats were near. although you weren't an alpha yourself, you had grown up long enough with the other male to recognize the small patterns that led up to it. 

he would get even rowdier than normal and snap at anyone who tried approaching him. he would actively be paranoid and looking around—obviously checking if his scent was getting noticeably stronger or if any of the alphas had noticed. he would ultimately go into an even bigger survival mode than he was already in, and that saddened you. 

although he never said it and tried masking it to the best of his abilities, it was obvious he was scared. you, of course, felt bad for him; being on edge so often every single month had to be exhausting. 

that's why you made an effort to be as tolerable as a friend to till as you could be. during the days leading up to his heat, you'd stick by him and be on the lookout as well for any abnormal activity from him or any of the other individuals in the room. 

if you were with him when his scent got the strongest and the beginning of his heat was near, you'd carry him to the infirmary department and wait while they set up a private room for him, making sure there was no possibility for anything to accidentally happen.

after a while it became a routine for you to do this. till would never ask you directly, but he would purposely put himself in situations that made you catch on to what he was hinting at. 

whether it was by sitting near you during his pre-heat so you could smell the change from his normal scent to the one he only gets during that period of time, or by isolating himself from everyone else and eyeing you down whenever you two were in the same vicinity, there were always silent signs he gave. 

some of your other comrades took note of this as well. a few of them jested that you were practically his mate with how often you were there for him. others were a bit more resistant to the idea.

"why are you always at his beck and call?" one of your friends asked you. you'd gotten back from the infirmary after having gone missing for a few minutes and smelled fully like till. "he's a complete ass to everyone else; I genuinely don't see why you're so nice to a jerk like him."

you simply rolled your eyes at your companion's words. till wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be, but you weren't going to waste your breath trying to explain that. instead, you answered with the most rational explanation.

"he just wants someone to trust and know he can depend on during this time," you retorted, using one arm to support your head while looking away from your friend, no real target in mind as you stared off into space. "also, since I'm a beta, it makes sense for him to be near me. there's no possibility of any slip-ups happening, and he probably appreciates it. that's all."

and that's truly all it was. you being a good friend to an omega in need who already struggled with other factors in his life aside from his second gender. as long as you continued to live another day, you would proudly protect and aid him during his heats. as a friend.

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"go inside the room with me this time."

...what? 

you had carried till to the infirmary department like usual, waiting with him while they finished prepping up a room to put him in. in the midst of the time that had been going by, you suddenly felt till's head shift a bit. 

he looked at you with a flushed face and a light coat of sweat starting to decorate his face. as you were about to reassure him that his dormitory was about to be ready, he cut you off.

"go inside the room with me this time," he muttered, slowly wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. 

"w-what?" you inquired, eyebrows knit together from the absurdity of the request. till wanted you to go with him into his room? where he dealt with his heat? "I don't think you're in the right mind, till. this might be your omega instincts talking—"

"fuck my instincts; they're not saying shit," he sharply cut you off again, a clear look of annoyance present on his face. "I'm very much capable of still being sensible right now, and I'm telling you I want you to go in there with me."

you were a bit taken aback by his level of bluntness. gulping down the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth, you shyly looked to the side, a faint blush dusting over your cheeks. 

"are you sure about this? I don't want to do anything that will make you think I'm not someone you can trust anymore," you whispered, your voice faintly wavering a bit. you could hear your heart thumping in your ears from how nervous you felt. 

"stop making me repeat myself," till huffed out, "you already help me through my pre-heat every month, and I don’t see you going feral over my scent. I just need you to do the same while I go through the real thing. can you do that?"

not having a chance to respond, an alien came out from behind a pair of doors. they were the one you'd spoken to earlier about setting up a room for till.

"alright, everything is prepared now. we can take him to his dorm now," the alien chimed, nearing the two of you. as they got closer, your hold on till tightened a bit.

"uhm, actually," you started, looking in between the omega in your hands and the extraterrestrial in front of you before responding, "I'll be joining him during the time he's in heat."

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"mmh~, c-can you go faster, please?" till stammered, heavily breathing on your forearm. 

you were positioned behind him on the bed, letting him lay his back on your chest for stability as you worked him open. you used one hand to grab his thigh and spread his legs apart more, while using the other to pump the dildo you were holding into his cunt. 

you still had your clothes on, covered from head to toe in the white identical uniform they gave to all the humans in the facility. there was a visible coat of sweat over your body, however, making the attire you were wearing mildly uncomfortable.

till, on the other hand, was stripped naked. shortly after you two entered the room, his full heat hit, and he felt extremely hot all over, leading to you helping him remove all his clothing. 

as you continued to fill his pussy with the silicone toy, you moved your lips to the crook of his neck, gently kissing the area.

"you're being so good for me, till," you coo, speeding up the pace at which your wrist is snapping the dildo into him, "being able to take the toy so well, even with that tight pussy of yours. you're so perfect."

the array of kisses led up to his ears, where you used your nose to nudge at the sensitive skin. that sent a wave of shivers down till's body, causing him to tense his muscles and unintentionally clench around the toy.

"a-ahhh, don't do those things," he whined, hot tears falling from the corners of his eyes as he moved his head to the side, embarrassed both by his crying and the fact he tightened himself around the intimate product.

you were about to tease the omega a bit when you realized how tightly he had actually grasped onto the dildo. as you tried pulling it back, the toy refused to come out. you didn't want to cause anything to tear, so you didn't try putting any more pressure or force into retrieving it.

"h-haahh, it's stuck," he sobbed, feeling a deeper wave of humiliation fill him as more tears streamed down his cheeks. a guttural whine left his throat, his frustration growing by the second from the rooted plastic penis in him.

"shhhh, it's okay," you comforted him, leaning your head to his face and planting more soft kisses on his cheek and near his temple. "everything's fine; we'll get it out."

you moved your hand away from the toy and ran a finger through the lining of his cunt, trying to see if there was a safer way to remove it. 

"try relaxing your vagina for me," you soothe, moving your middle and ring fingers to rub small circles on his clit. an airy moan escaped tills mouth as he grabbed your bicep with one hand to balance himself. 

though the toy was still latched inside, his pussy continued to contract around the intimate tool. you made a note in your mind of how erotic he looked right now but refrained from saying anything, not wanting to possibly make the situation any more uncomfortable on his end.

using the hand hoisting up his thigh, you replaced it with your knee to still keep him propped open while utilizing the now free hand to lightly grab the toy. you put more pressure into massaging his nub of nerves, slightly speeding up the movement a bit.

"h-ha, m/n—fuck, I think I'm gonna aghh~." till cried out, his chest rising rapidly while his legs tensed. you ignored his body's response and kept at it, not stopping your rhythm.

"go ahead," you prompt, licking a stripe up the outer rim of his ear before whispering into it, "cum."

you whispering that order into his ear was the last push he needed to go over the edge. till let out a broken moan as he came, pushing himself deeper into your supporting frame as he rode his orgasm. reaching his peak was all he needed to finally ease his hold around the sexual object. you gently pulled the toy out of his pussy while still continuing to rub the delicate flesh. 

after the first few seconds of reaching his high, till tried biting his lip in a weak attempt to silence himself, but the whimpers that still erupted from his throat made it practically useless. 

placing the dildo to a side, you used both your hands to properly hold till. once his climax settled, he relaxed into your arms, letting his head slump in between your bicep and your chest.

"you tired?" you probed, a smile stretching across your face as you looked at the male in your arms. he looked so cute dozing off while lying on you.

"a bit," till answered, opening his eyes to look back at you. responding back with a hum, you position him to be in a more comfortable pose to rest. assuming he was going to drift off into sleep, you let the silence of the room consume you both. it wasn't until the omega spoke up again that you were brought back to the situation.

"thank you," he mumbled, now looking away from you. till eyes darted to different objects in the room as he continued speaking, too timid to look you in the eye while expressing his gratitude. "you didn't have to do this; I appreciate it."

you silently acknowledge his words, giving him a nod before replying back with a small, "always."

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[pervertedaydreams]

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kinktober day 3: teaching/educating & hand job action

pairing: top/seme male reader x shoto todoroki

premise: shoto is struggling to study for his sex ed exam; you offer him a hand (job)

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ua was the #1 ranked academy for individuals who strived to become heroes or play a role in saving others' lives. it was known worldwide and recognized to be an extremely respectable institution. that could easily be seen with the number of people who showed up at the building in hopes of broadcasting someone from the school. yet, that's what it also was. a school. a place for students to not only reach their dreams but also get a proper education; and right now that very fact was causing some distress in class 1-A.

it had been that time in the semester where sex ed had come around, and the students were expected to take an exam at the end of the month regarding different stages in the sexual process and other minor topics relating to it. unfortunately for many of the scholars, however, recognizing others' body responses to intimacy wasn't something they were the most familiar with. shoto was amongst that group; with the amount of issues he'd been dealing with since youth, romance and sex were the least things on his mind.

therefore, when you offered to help him study for the exam, he immediately obliged, showing up to your dorm on a weekend morning. he'd hoped that the earlier he got there, the sooner he could learn the material. there wasn't a single sign of skepticism going through his head when you opened your door with a surprised expression at how early he'd shown up, or when you locked it after inviting him in. due to legitimately thinking this was going to be a study session, he assumed those reactions weren't overall out of the ordinary.

todoroki's did start to show suspicion when he realized after several minutes of being in your room that you didn't have any intention to crack one of the textbooks open. he got even more confused when you made your way to where he was sitting on the floor and completely draped yourself over his backside, placing your head on his shoulder and your limbs loosely over his own. his frame got tense when you did, trying to hold back a shiver as you breathed down his neck.

before he could even ask if what you were doing had anything to do with the study session, you began moving your hands around his figure, sliding them around and groping parts of his body. "w-what the hell do you think you're doing?" shoto stuttered out, still too stunned by your actions. this is when he finally caught on to the fact that you guys were not studying, instantly trying to pull away from your touch. you held down, though, using your limbs wrapped around his to keep him down.

"don't make this so hard," you directed him while slipping one hand under his shirt, gently tugging at his nipple. shoto let out a groan that wasn't held back in time, trying again to move. you planted small kisses on his neck, trying to ease him into the moment. "you wanted to learn about sex ed, right? well, I'm trying to teach you it."

your free hand slid down to todoroki's shorts, maneuvering your hand into them and palming his growing erection. shoto wasn't able to keep his shiver down this time, slightly throwing his head back from the touch to his sensitive groin. by this point he stopped fighting back, letting himself be fondled by you. he tightly held onto your thigh as you massaged his penis through his briefs, causing a small circle of pre to stain them. 

"this is called the excitement phase," you blatantly stated, looking at shoto to verify he was listening. "it's what makes you tense up and have your heart rate speed up, as well as increase your breathing." you stopped rubbing todoroki's cock—to his disappointment—taking it out of his bottoms to fully pull them down, giving you better access to his lower half. 

after taking them off him and throwing the clothing pieces to a side, you moved your hand to your face, spitting on it. todoroki was mildly confused, not comprehending what you were doing, but not caring enough to give it his full attention. the poor boy was still caught up on your no longer touching him. "the excitement phase is also what causes increased blood flow to your genitals. that's why you're hard right now," you explained, reaching for todoroki's dick again with your currently wet hand.

having your spit as a form of lubrication, you went back to stroking shoto's cock. you kept a medium pace, not slow enough to seem like a tease, but also not fast enough to bypass the buildup. "h-haghh, wait, if you k-keep touching me there—" shoto whimpered, drool building up at the corner of his mouth, and his eyelids drooping down. his grasp on your thigh got stronger as he felt himself get closer to his climax.

"what you're experiencing is the plateau phase," you remarked, speeding up the pace at which you were jerking him off. seeing shoto's visible proximity to his high, you used your other hand and wrapped it around his torso, using it to keep him in place and as something for him to hold onto aside from your leg. "it's kind of a more intense version of the excitement phase. you feel it when you're close to finishing."

todoroki wrapped his arms around your supporting one, keeping a strong grip on your bicep as he laid the rest of his weight on your chest. "d-dont stop! please, don't stop! I-I'm really close!" he whined out, breathing harder by each second that passed and got him nearer to his orgasm. you left more kisses around his neck, making your way up to his ear and lightly nipping at his earlobe. shoto had goosebumps by this point, the amount of times he'd shivered leaving a physical effect on his body.

"wouldn't dream of it, baby." you continued your movements until he finally spilled over the edge, cumming all over your hand while you stayed pumping him dry. shoto placed a hand over his mouth when his peak came, making a weak attempt at staying quiet. he hadn't thought about it till now, but several of your guys' classmates were probably awake and roaming the dorm halls. one noise slipping out could result in speculations making their way around the class.

"you're going through the orgasm phase right now. I think it's pretty clear in the name what's happening, but I'll say a few facts." you breathed out a laugh, never ceasing your hands' movements around todoroki's shaft. you were going to make sure he rode his orgasm out to the fullest extent. "huh?" shoto weakly let out, too dazed by his ongoing high to pay your words any mind. 

"in the orgasm phase you basically release endorphins, and things like your blood pressure and heart rate spike again." you elaborated, acting as if the possibility of shoto still listening to your lesson in these moments wasn't an absurd thought. he just nodded along to your words, too hazy to inquire on the topic farther.

shoto eventually went soft in your hands, in all possible ways. once he finished cumming, his cock had gone soft, and along with it, so did his body. he relaxed his frame, leaning on you fully to keep him upright. the calmer he felt himself becoming in your arm, the heavier his eyelids started to get. the thought of falling asleep in your arms didn't sound so bad at this time. while in the process of dozing off, his ears perked up at you beginning to speak again.

"now you're in the resolution phase; it's basically the stage you go through after finishing," you informed todoroki, not minding that he was on the verge of drifting off. up to this point he had completely forgotten that he came here to study and found it even more ridiculous that you seriously thought he was listening in the midst of what you two were doing. he let you finish your rant, though, offering small hums here and there to act as if he was truly listening. once you did, he tilted his head upwards to look up at you, using his last bit of energy to plant a small peck on your lips.

"I think I might have to come back for another lesson."

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[pervertedaydreams]

A HUMAN'S TOUCH

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pairing: top/seme male reader x denji

premise: denji sleeping with you initially for the money, but then becoming attached to the comfort that comes with it 

featuring: 'sugaring' relationship (sex4money), oral, mentions of masturbation, anal play, penetration, explored sexuality, mentions of the importance of consent, overstimulation, subspace, use of safe word, praising, & mentions of negative sexual experiences

postscript: denji keeps on getting manipulated by women because his real soulmate is a man, and you can't fight me on that 🗣 like usual, smut is at the bottom. the first portion is just storyline and SFW content angel devil is my next chainsaw man victim, TRUST 🙏🙏

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SFW:

- denji, who was approached by you while strolling the hallways of the corporate building he worked in. he'd just gotten done speaking with makima about a new mission and possible date, so he was in a rather pleasant mood already. his mental planning for locations they could go to was halted, however, when he heard a voice call his name from the other side of the hall. "ah, you're denji, right?" you inquired, slightly jogging your way over to the other male. "uhm, yeah," he hesitantly answered, more focused on trying to scan you out than immediately responding to your questions.

- denji, who unintentionally checked you while looking for any signs of familiarity. he quickly discovered, though, after looking at you, that you absolutely were not a part of the public safety devil hunters organization. the suit you were wearing was distinctively far more expensive than his, you had top-tier dress shoes on, and the way your hair was styled presented that of class and wealth. though he had grown up in poverty, denji could clearly tell that there was an economic class difference between the two of you. if he knew any better, there wouldn't even be a reason for you to be stepping foot, much less working, for the organization. you didn't seem to be lacking money or support from what he could tell.

- denji, who was too caught up sizing you up to realize when you had finished talking and were now awaiting a response from him. "oh, uh, sorry. I got distracted," he muttered out, weakly looking to the side as a dust of pink covered his cheeks. he convinced himself it was embarrassment that had him turning red and timid, but in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't completely true. it was enough to be caught not paying attention to someone’s word, yet it was a completely different one when it came to someone that was attractive too. you probably got so many chicks to take on dates with a mug like that. not that he cared. you were a dude anyways, and he was totally not into them!

- denji, who actually listened this time when you reintroduced yourself, verifying his earlier assumption that you weren't one of the employees of the corporation, but an investor instead. "I sometimes like to pass by to make sure that the place I'm putting my funds into is thriving," you quipped, a small smile taking place on your features. shit, you even had a nice smile. way more charming than his. how many girls did you swoop in on with that grin? fuck, why did he keep thinking about that? he shouldn't care in the slightest since he didn't like guys. "are you free right now?" you prodded further, tilting your head to the side as you awaited a reply. "hm? oh, no. I was actually just about to go to lunch," he retorted, scratching the back of his head as he broke the eye contact between the two of you again. jesus, he was never this anxious around anyone else, much less complete strangers. why was he having such a hard time being relaxed around you? "could I take you to lunch? it'll all be on me!" you chirped.

- denji, who was taken out to lunch by you that same day. he hadn't known you less than 2 hours ago, but hey, a free meal was a free meal. he'll be damned if he passes that up. while munching down on the burger you'd ordered him, you instead stuck with a cup of tea. in the midst of the rather silent luncheon, you decided to finally break it. "denji, I must admit, I didn't come to you solely to buy you lunch," you started, swirling a small spoon in your cup. "I do have something I came here for." this piqued denji’s attention, making him rip his eyes away from his meal to look up at you. he knew that you didn't approach him just for nothing, but he also wasn't expecting you to be so direct about what business you had with him. "well?" he urged forward, cleaning the leftover food around his mouth with the back of his hand. "what is it?" as you put your drink down, you finally look back up at him to meet his gaze. "I have a kind of arrangement that I would like to do with you."

- denji, who started this 'arrangement' with you a week after you approached him at his job. you told him he didn't have to do it every single time you called, but with the amount you were paying him, he honestly would've shown up even if he was at death’s door. the deal had been that you would pay him a hefty wage, as well as buy him whatever meal he wanted that day—and in exchange you would use his body for a few hours. he wasn't overly hyped for the idea of you touching him and possibly losing his virginity to a dude. however, you verified that nothing you two would be doing would result in him losing it—at least not the one he cared about anyways.

- denji, who met up with you on one of his days off, going into the session with a mindset of just needing to get it done fast and then forget about it. with how many bad instances he's had in the romantic and intimate part of his life, he wasn't going to let there be any possibility for you to give him any more trauma in that department. he'd already thought up all the worst-case scenarios and how he'd react in them so that nothing occurred that he wasn't prepared for.

- denji, who for the first time actually felt comfortable and at ease in an intimate experience. he didn't feel like him feeling good or being treated like a human was conditional or something that only mattered if someone could get something out of him. even if he couldn't go to the extremes you wanted on his first time, you didn't show any anger or disappointment. though it might've seemed like the normal thing to do for you, it was something that deeply stuck with him.

- denji, who still went on dates with miss makima because he thought that what you two had was a no-strings-attached type of deal. however, he eventually started to mentally log out of the dates and started busying his mind thinking about something—or better, someone—else. he’d start wondering about what you were doing and if you had any plans to call him later on that day. he secretly hoped you did; he hadn’t said it out loud yet, but he definitely felt himself falling for your charm and appeal, harboring a small crush for you. 

- denji, who convinced himself that he was going to your guys' arrangements strictly for the money, even though in reality he actually liked the comfort and safety he felt with you.

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NSFW:

- denji, who was actually shocked when you asked for direct consent from him before touching him. with how many times he’s just taken any sort of kinship that was handed to him—willingly or unwillingly—he was at a loss of words when you actually gave him a choice of whether or not to receive it. he brushed it off by giving back a snarky remark, something along the lines of “well, we’re not gonna get anywhere if I say no, are we?” to that, you’d lean down to his level and gently grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “nothing is going to be done if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to think you’re being forced into this,” you plainly stated, dropping your hand from his face before rising back to your full stature. “now, are you okay with this or not?” giving a small nod and a verbal ‘yes,’ you finally started touching him.

- denji, who looked absolutely pathetic the first time you stimulated his cock. you were aware that he was inexperienced, so you began by doing something simple, such as blowing him. you alternated between your hands and mouth, feeling both out to see how he’d react. it didn’t matter either way, since just the fact that you were touching his dick at all was enough to have him squirming. he wasn’t able to hold out for long, eventually finishing all over your closed palm, giving a weak “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” while still riding his high. what a considerate boy he is.  

- denji, who let you finger him and play with his cock on your first meeting. he was on your bed, lying on his back with his legs slightly spread as you massaged two of your fingers into his hole, using your other hand to stimulate his dick. he was getting used to you touching his genitalia, though he didn't fully understand the need for you to go into his back door since he didn't feel anything there—"aghhh, ahh-ahh~" the boy let out a strangled moan as you suddenly touched a part in his anus that made him see stars. "found it," you huffed out, repeatedly moving your fingers to graze the area that had gotten you a reaction. 

- denji, who was brought to tears and was drooling like crazy from you giving him double the stimulation from both ends. at one point, he subconsciously grabbed on to you due to not knowing how to deal with the feeling. "it's okay," you purred into his ear, leaving a gentle array of kisses on his cheeks and temple. "it feels good, right? just relax into the feeling; nothing bad is going to happen." he tried breathing as best as he could to try and calm down his now shaking frame. unfortunately, it worked to no avail, especially since you wouldn't let up on fingering his ass and jerking him off. it was hard to even think with how good everything felt, much less remember how to properly breathe.

- denji, who called out his safe word due to an overload of sensations. although it wasn't a bad experience, it was just genuinely too much for him, especially for his first ever session. can you blame him, though? he came into this thinking he would come out with some sort of new trauma or cringe memory, but instead he found out that there were new emotions and physical sensations he could feel during sex that were insanely good. "r-red, red," he choked out, hoping that his voice was loud enough to be heard. his eyes were blurred by tears at this point, so the poor baby couldn't even see you. "m/n, I'm sorry I can't do this anymore." you, of course, immediately pulled back, reaching for a towel to clean him up and a water bottle so that he could hydrate himself. though the action of you retreating and getting objects to help him recover were common courtesy to you, that was a moment that entirely stuck with him. you were kind, you were gentle, and you were understanding and okay with taking no for an answer.

- denji, who called you again 2 days after your first session, insisting it was just that he needed the money to pay for something, when in reality he wanted to be held by you again. he'd tried stimulating himself the same way you did during the time away from you, but he just couldn't replicate it the same way you did. also, it didn't help he lived with two other people, so any privacy to do any of the sorts was practically impossible to attain.

- denji, who decided to take charge in the next session. instead of waiting for you to lay him down and start touching him, he took his own pants and boxers off, lying face down with his hips in the air this time. "just hurry it up already," he'd murmur, acting as if it was a hassle to do this in the first place, when in reality he was just desperate to have your hands on him again. putting his whole face into a pillow, the boy would close his eyes and actually force himself to steadily breathe this time, because he didn't want to halt the pleasure like last time. 

- denji, who would have his mental state broken due to the overload of pleasure you'd provide him with. you'd decide to finally get serious with him and do full penetration. he'd have such a hard time handling it. not the act of taking you in, because you would've stretched him out enough to properly take you, but more about handling everything that comes afterwards. you'd start with a slow pace but eventually build your way up to a steady rhythm.

- denji, who wouldn't be saying much but would be feeling everything. you would've gotten a bit concerned with how silent he is and checked on him to make sure he was doing well. "you holding up okay? you haven't made a sound since I started moving." the words came out casual, but you started to get even more worried when he wasn't responding. halting your movement, you'd lean over to pick his head up from the pillow, only to see the most lewd expression ever presented.

- denji, who was flushed with tear streaks going down his face and a runny nose. a complete mess, really. your heart nearly skipped a beat from just how erotic his face looked. "give me your arms, denji," you quietly demanded, not waiting for a response before reaching down to grab him by his forearms, forcing him to be upright while you plowed him from behind. using his arms as leverage, you thrust your shaft into him with all your force, making sure to snap your hips at an angle that hits his g-spot. 

- denji, who couldn't use the pillows to hide his face or moans anymore, letting them out into the air as you relentlessly pounded into him. he could feel his senses giving out; everything was becoming too much again. yet, this time he didn't want to stop. he wanted you to keep going and to never stop. he loved this—loved the feeling of you filling him and owning his body. he liked having sex with you so much that he didn't mind if this arrangement the pair of you had continued to happen forever. 

- denji, who is so sensitive to orgasming that after he climaxes one or two times, he's immediately pulled into subspace. when he falls into that state of mind, you stop all prior actions and focus on making sure he’s okay, not wanting to shift the moment into a bad one. you'd hold him close, drawing circles into his skin with your thumb and whispering reassuring words into his ear. it's not exactly easy to get him clean when he's in subspace, though, since he becomes ten times more clingy and dependent. if you get up to do anything—even if it's with the intention to help him—he'll immediately start shaking, making gestures to convey that he doesn't want you to leave his side. 

- denji, who eventually will start to forget that he's supposed to sleep with you for money and more so do it because of the connection and pure intimacy he feels being with you. he'd start changing up his schedule just to be able to meet with you more often throughout a week, asking you to pay for his work lunches nearly every day just so that he could 'pay you back' more frequently. he'd start offering to take care of you in one of the restaurant stalls or to go back to his place while power and aki are out on their own missions. if anything, it'd seem like he's more excited to give you his part of the deal than you are. not that there's any complaints coming from your end.

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