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ohhh maekar seeing the reader after she gives birth but itâs not to any babe of his, but baelorâs is so JUICYâŚ. your mindâŚ
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x (mentioned fic here, cw for infidelity (mentions of baelor and the readerâs own relationship), and includes smut so mdni.)
Although I was losing steam by the end of it, I hope that I was able to convey the way Maekar would silently shut down (in my opinion.)
Because in his mind, he knows that itâs wrong. But he remembers just the way that it felt to have you in his arms, his bed, and that silently ruins him.
Even throughout your pregnancy, he rationally knew that any child you had would in turn be your husbandâs. But whenever you would orgasm around his cock, a traitorous whisper in his mind would make itself known. That what if, he could be the one to put a babe in your belly?
He had no ambition for the iron throne, only a silent desire in the back of his mind to just have a family with you. Away from the politics of your own marriage and the prying eyes of the court.
Itâs what would have made his hands tighten around your hips, pulling you back to his chest, or make him thrust faster, harder, to hear you cry out in ecstasy.
Itâs what would have made him press you deeper into the bed. Your arms eventually giving out as you bit down onto a pillow, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your hips still raised in the air, presenting your perfect cunt to him.
But he knows you are not his to properly have.
And yet that traitorous whisper in his head still hopes.
But then you present a babe with mismatched eyes and dark hair. Those dreams always would be dashed by the end of the day. You had a duty to the Iron Throne, to your husband. Something he could not interfere with at the end of the day.
And so Maekar continues to want, despite the ache in his chest.
â Maekar/F!Reader, in which he wants and wants and wants (including things he cannot have.)
(cw: infidelity, Maekarâs got a breeding kink, lowkey bittersweet ending.)
no I do not condone cheating, the idea hit me in the head with a brick and I had to write it down. unedited. mdni
He watches as you take him entirely with a breathy exhale. Your lips, wet with spit, wrap around his thumb. He feels the heat of your tongue on his skin, causing his hips to move involuntarily.
The flickering candle light splays shadows on your body, the opened robe of yours leaves little to the imagination. It hangs low from your shoulders, causing your nipples pebble from the night air, a coolness which causes your skin to prickle just slightly.
âMaeâŚMaekarâŚâ Your voice is a sweet balm to his ears. Your body beneath his, the bed beneath you getting warmer the longer youâre in his embrace.
Itâs late. The sky is already dark, the rest of the castle is already asleep, save for the few guards on nightly rotation. But Maekar always insisted that it was unnecessary, he could keep himself safe if the need ever arose. He wouldnât tell them the real reason was right in his bed.
It was hidden moments like these, as he kept your moans and pleasure all to himself.
One of his hands palm at your breast, the calloused skin of his hand making you shiver. He bows his head, teeth at your skin, before his tongue laps at the nipped flesh.
Maekar did not think himself a man who wanted things so terribly. (Wanted you so terribly, his mind supplies unhelpfully.) But with your cunt wrapped around his cock, your thighs around his waist, and your breathy moans and gasps sounding so beautiful, it makes him greedy. Greedy for more. Greedy for your cunt to clench as his seed spills inside.
A traitorous part of himself wants to see it bloom. Irrevocable proof of who put the child in your belly, your hips widening, your breasts growing fuller⌠all of it. And then heâd do it again. Again and again, until your children could run through the castleâs halls with their laughter trailing behind them.
Your back arches off of the bed, your eyes fluttering open and closed, a strangled gasp of Maekarâs name leaves your lips.
He meets your mouth with his own, swallowing down your breathless gasps. He works his hips once, then twice. A muffled groan leaves the man as he spills inside.
Thereâs a dazed look in your eyes, as you swallow heavy breaths down in an attempt to settle your racing heart. They meet his own gaze of violet, and you settle beneath him. It would only be a matter of time before he was ready to go again. So you spread your thighs for him, and he makes himself comfortable.
He takes you again, this time having you straddle his lap. Watching as you sink down onto his lap fully, your hands braced on his chest as you begin to lift yourself, before sinking down again.
Itâs a slow rhythm, as his hands squeeze your thighs. They move to your back, grasping at the thin robe you had worn to bed, pulling off completely. He tosses the silk somewhere to the side, letting it fall to the floor of the bed chamber.
Your whimpers settle into choked off moans as he rocks his hips upright.
âGods⌠MaekarâŚ!â You barely manage to stifle yourself, your eyes widening. One of his hands delves between your legs, as he moves over your clit between his thumb. Slow circles contrast the movement of your hips, and at times you nearly lose rhythm, having to catch yourself on the headboard as you stop yourself from crying out as you reach a climax again.
âKeep going,â He murmurs back, looking up at you from where he lay. His thumb continued to rub in circles, as he felt your cunt clench in kind. The heat of your body against his made him run slower, even as you sobbed in quiet pleasure.
âOne more,â He says, his other hand on your lower back, keeping you in this same position. âOne more, my lady.â
âMaekarâŚâ You nearly fall forward. But he moves his thumb faster, your spine grows rigid. A warm yet wet sensation could be felt as you panted above him, your hands weakly gripping onto his shoulders.
He rubs your lower back in soothing motions as you try to catch your breath. Now it is you this time that catches him by surprise.
Your inner thighs are wet, a mess of his seed dripping from your cunt and your own wetter release. But you pull him back between your legs.
âOne more,â Comes your breathless voice.
Maekar would readily oblige.
â
âMany congratulations, my Prince,â Maekar hears them say. Months having passed, and the realm had now just welcomed a new Prince.
Baelor, of course being as courteous as ever, accepts them with a smile and a polite nod of his head.
Maekar himself had congratulated his brother too.
âAnd your wife?â He finds himself asking.
âShe was magnificent,â Baelor says, his eyes fond. The marriage had been arranged, so it was certainly no love match. But it was a shared agreement of attempting to at least be cordial, so that the court would see a united front. âShe fares well, despite the long labors.â
The chambers were clean, fresh linens replacing the sullied ones. Maids and others moved about with proficiency, carefully tending to the new mother and child.
You are sitting up, a wrapped bundle in your arms. âHusband⌠Good Brother.â Comes your gentle tone, careful to not disturb the babe in your arms.
Baelorâs eyes crinkle in the corners as little Valarrâs eyes open, a matching mismatched pair meeting his.
You meet Maekarâs gaze for a moment, before looking away, a hint of a smile on your face. âThe little Prince has gotten his fatherâs eyes, and his hair,â You say with pride, as you push the blanket away slightly, revealing the barest hint of dark strands on the babeâs head.
âI am more relieved that both you and he are hale and of good health,â Your husband says good naturedly, giving your hand a squeeze. His finger tracing the babeâs soft cheek, round with baby fat.
Maekar merely nods. His own quiet congratulations are given, before he bows to his brother, then to you, his good sister. He does not linger too long after that.
ę° SYNOPSIS ęą : poison ivy has been flying under the radar and weaponizing her pollen to fellow criminals. itâs a shame you and dick find out the hard way.
ę° CONTENTS ęą : MDNI. f!reader. dub-con bc of sex pollen (theyâve both been pining for each other tho), dry humping, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving, 69, face sitting), cum eating, multiple orgasms, missionary, mating press, cowgirl, pet names (baby, pretty), praise, creampies, mentions of breeding, light impact play (slaps your thigh once), begging, mentions of sweat and saliva, slight overstimulation, almost pure smut tbh itâs just filth â WC : 6.1k
ę° NOTES ęą : mind the tags !! iâve been wanting to write a sex pollen fic for so long iâm so excited i finally did it ! enjoy !!
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*á´ÍËŹá´Í)á°*.ďž
another drizzly night in gotham, filled with blaring police sirens and a heavy dose of crime. patrol was going as planned for the most part. apprehending a few criminals here and there, but nothing major. to dick, it was a semi-quiet night. one that left him reflecting on his life or rather, his recent choices.
truth be told, he had missed gotham. even though it wasnât in a much better state when he had left, a large part of him knew he belonged here. bludhaven had been a good experience for him to try and break away, start his own thing. but when it came down to it, he missed it here. missed the people here, some more than others.
dick eventually got a tip from tim, stating that there were a couple of criminals causing a scene a few blocks down the road. he made it there quickly, only to run into you.
normally, it wasnât a rare sight to see you out on patrol at the same time as him, but lately, itâs been harder to be around you. he knew he was developing feelings for you, no, he already had feelings for you. but it was all so confusing. the two of you had been friends for so long, since you were teenagers.
but then he left and you stayed. even though heâs been back for about a month, it still feels like he doesnt get to see enough of you. and when heâs finally around you, he just doesnât know how to act anymore.Â
âand here i thought youâd never show up, nightwing.â you tease, getting ready to apprehend the criminals that were trying to make their next move. he easily side stepped to get into a closer range to them, ready to bring them down with you. but truthfully, a large part of his focus wasnât on them at all.
âyou know i can never resist.â he smirks. the two of you start fighting off the criminals, landing quick, steady punches.Â
âresist showing off, you mean.â you scoff, swinging your fist around, lodging it in one of the criminals' sides.
âouch,â dick takes out one of his batons, twirling it around in his hand before using it against one of the enemies. âand here i was going to help you out of the goodness of my heart, my mistake.â
the two of you move in sync, your fighting styles mimicking each other as you attempt to take down the criminals. even though itâs been awhile, the two of you mesh well together just like old times.
âwhy donât you sit back and watch how itâs done, boy wonder.â you drop down, palm hitting the pavement as you dodge an incoming attack. you use the momentum to sweep your feet under the apprehender, knocking him on his back.Â
âi mustâve struck a nerve for you to use that nickname on me.â he smirked, trying to see how far he can crawl under your skin. the criminals were still trying to fight you both, but it was a cakewalk for him. heâd rather just stand around and tease you all night if he could.
âyouâre always on my nerves.â you huff, pushing a villain off of you, watching them hobble backwards before you ready for another attack.
âgotta get your attention somehow, donât i?â he hit one of the criminals in the gut, trying to swiftly take him down.
before you can retort, you hear something clink to the floor near dick before gas starts to surround it. you both pause, attention shifting on the strange device. the criminals use the momentary lapse to their advantage.
âthatâll keep them busy for awhile.â one of the criminals snicker as they make their escape. you take a step towards them but dick holds you back, his hand gripping onto you.
something felt like it was crawling up his spine, a heat that grew more the longer he touched you.Â
âwhat are you doing?â you question him, ripping your arm from his hold. but then he realized, not touching you sent spikes of pain throughout his body, yearning for some sort of relief that he didnât know how to get.
he tries to shake it off to focus on the task at hand, pressing against his ear piece, trying to contact tim.
ânightwing.â tim greets as he presses the button. dick crouches down to look at the device the criminals threw, your eyes tracking his movements with curiosity. âreport?â
âlooks like the criminals threw a toxin at us, iâm not sure what it is but it let out a puff of gas when it hit the ground. judging by the design of it iâd say,â dick pauses, eyes widening as he flips it over in the palm of his hand. a small, green plant painted onto the side of the device. âivy.â
âalright, report back to the batcave. thereâs been rumors that sheâs been weaponizing her special pollen so we will have an antidote ready. did anyone else get hit? or are you alone?â tim replies, typing away on his keyboard.
dick looks over at you, holding your gaze for a moment. his mouth feels dry, words lodged in his throat as his body shivers. he tells tim heâs with you.
âdick, whatever you do, do not give into any urges, okay? christ, i didnât know sheâd be out on patrol too, she wasnât even scheduled.â the frustration in his voice is tinged with anxiety and panic, knowing fully well the extent of getting hit by ivyâs pollen. âboth of you get back here immediately. signing off.â
âaffirmative.â dick nods, letting tim break the line for now. his eyes hadnât left yours and he watched as you back up towards the wall behind you. he mirrors your movements, his thoughts growing hazier by the second. his more primal urges start to fight logic, a new battle unfolding in his mind.
he holds onto the wall, planting his back firmly against it as his hands form a fist. the sensation is back again, prickling under his skin like an itch he canât scratch. itâs driving him mad, sweat starting to coat his body. everything was hot, searing. any self control he had was quickly slipping through his fingers, his heart racing out of his chest.Â
even looking at you seems to make it worse, so he keeps his head against the wall, looking up at the dark sky as he tries to find the strength to move. he needs a plan, something to grasp and ground him to reality before he throws caution to the wind and takes you right here in this alleyway.
so he decides he just⌠wonât give in. thatâs it, heâll stay on this side of the wall while you stay on the other and then you go back to the cave and get the antidote. perfect.
âdickie.â or well, it wouldâve been. his attention reluctantly goes over to you as you use his nickname, eyes burning trying to keep them on your face. but the way your voice sounded, the lilt of desperation packed into it had him curious. his eyes trail down your body, watching the way your chest heaves up and down, your thighs clenching together.
âyeah?â he swallows, eyes averting to the ground, his fingers curling deeper into his fist until heâs sure his nails are about to break the skin.Â
âit hurts.â you all but whimper and his resolve cracks in half. it was always his dream to be your hero, to be someone you look up to and respect. being your knight in shining armor and eventually wooing you over one day. with the way your voice sounded, he needed to save you, do anything to make you feel better. seeing you in pain like this clawed at his heart, leaving his chest wide open. âplease, i donât know what to do.â
heâs never seen you look so helpless. youâve always had an air of confidence about you whenever you put on your suit. you took being a hero seriously, one of the many things he admired about you. but this? heâs never seen you like this. and it stirred something within him.
he swallows thickly, trying to grab control of his thoughts once again, gripping onto logic even though the pollen was directly challenging it. one by one, another decent thought slips out of his hold and is instantly replaced with one that was much more improper. the kind of thoughts heâs tried his best to repress, especially when it comes to you.
âi know.â he says, timâs word of caution fleeting from his mind. pressing himself off against the wall, he bounds over to you, finding himself directly in front of you, his palm pressed against the wall by your head. you gasp and it takes every last bit of him to not devour your sweet sounds. âfuck, we have to get back to the cave.â
your eyes flutter shut as his words breathe across your face, the raspy tone from his voice luring you in.Â
âplease.â you say again, the words barely above a whisper.
the rubber band snaps and the tension breaks, your bodies surging towards each other, clicking into place as your lips finally collide. the pollen saturating every nerve in your body, an overwhelming tsunami threatening to consume you and take him down with you.
but he wasnât faring any better. his hands were shaking with need, his movements clumsy, not because they werenât practiced, but because he had never needed anything more in his life.
he kisses you with a bruising force he usually reserves for when he fights, unable to hold himself back as the pollen dances throughout his veins chanting more, more, more.
visions invade his mind, betraying all the walls heâs so carefully put in place over the years. the amount of times heâs dreamed of having you, the amount of times heâs fisted his cock to the thought of you, was all coming to a burning point. if he didnât have you now, it felt like his body would disintegrate.Â
a groan rips from his throat, rumbling against your lips as he tries to devour you. his hands roam all over your body, almost kneading against every part of you to get a proper feel. but it wasnât enough.
âhave to feel you, please- need you closer.â he manages to choke out, his plump lips swollen with your passion, his dark blue eyes blown all the way out into a dark, stormy abyss. with a small nod of your head, heâs pushing you against the wall, slipping his thigh between your legs. he grinds against your hips, seeking out any sort of relief while also trying to provide you some.
the kiss is hardly graceful â teeth clashing against each other, trying to consume the other. thereâs no fight for dominance, no careful hesitance, just pure unabridged desperation. he feels you reach for your mask, already trying to take off anything that serves as a barrier between you and him.
âf-fuck, wait, keep your mask on. we canât-â he didnât finish the sentence as you rolled your hips against him instead, body jerking in his hold. somehow the gravity of the situation rings in his head for a moment. âshit, wait, we should talk about this, right?â
âweâre just helping each other out,â you gasp, kissing along his jaw. your fingers dig into his biceps, voice straining as you try to keep yourself together for a moment. âit hurts so much, i canât stand it. help me and iâll help you.â
âcanât say no to that logic.â he picks you up, pressing you against the wall as he presses his aching cock to your core. the relief it brought had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, gripping onto you tighter as his body reacts in a way itâs never done before.
he grinds against your clothed cunt, the fabric of your suits making it easier to hurriedly slide against each other. he wishes he could feel how tightly youâd wrap around him instead of this but he needed release now, and this was the quickest way to get it.
and youâre just as bad as him, bucking your hips against him to gain any sort of friction, your hands pawing all over his body.
âplease-â you whine in his ear, âstop teasing me, let me feel you.â your body felt on fire, something crackling just beneath the surface. the friction you were getting wasnât enough, giving you pleasure but you also craved more.
âc-canât.â he gasps, moving his hips faster as he feels a high coming on. âmâclose.â
it was all building up deep within him, pleasure fighting pain and hurtling him towards the unknown. but he knew it would help, god, he knew anything with you would save him somehow.
his aching cock was still pressed up against the tight suit he had on, throbbing and pulsing as if it was trying to make its great escape. but the sound of your moan brought him back to the moment, the sweet mewl tumbling out of your lips as you reach your high. it sends him over the edge, cumming in his suit, hips stuttering against yours.
after a moment to catch your breath, you look at each other. the pain and fire are still as strong as ever, in fact, it might even be worse now. he needs to be inside you, feeling your warm walls hold onto him as he releases load after load deep within you.
âwe need to-.â he pauses, breath hitching as you start rubbing against him again. the words die in his throat, no longer thinking of the batcave and the antidote.Â
âi need more, please we canât stop here.â you whine, looking up at him. whatever you were doing felt so good, feeding into the unstoppable desire that ignited in him.Â
âwe need to find somewhere to go.â he decides, holding onto you tightly.
âthereâs a safehouse close by.â you suggest and suddenly it was like a veil was lifted. the fog cleared, and all he could see was you. your unfocused eyes, the way you pawed at him, he knew exactly what to do.
âi know the one, letâs go.â he grabs your hand, practically running down the street with you dragging behind him. but you manage to keep up with him. heâs relieved that no one is really out here, even though the night life was never tame in gotham, he considered it a small blessing that the streets were somewhat quiet tonight.
the safehouse was nestled in between a slew of apartments. he easily grabbed the key from under the mat and shoved the door open, the hinges yelling in protest. he all but pushes you inside, slamming the door shut and sealing you both in.
your body hits the door as soon as he closes it, his brute strength easily manhandling you into any position he wants. you were more than ready for it, wrapping your legs around his waist as your heels dig into his perfect ass, pulling him closer.
he groans as you roll your hips against his, trying to get closer to his straining cock. depravity takes over as you're practically humping against each other, shimming out of your suits. some part of you had to still be touching him â your lips, your hands, anything.
finally, youâre both freed of your restricting clothing, ripping it down just enough so he could gain better access to you, barely caring that he was shredding your hero suit. but it didnât seem like you minded either as your nails raked against his chest.
âyou ready for me?â he fists his aching cock, throbbing and glistening with his cum. the tip was so red, you wondered if he was in any pain â or if it matched the same one you felt in between your thighs.Â
âhurry, need you to-â you didnât get a chance to finish your sentence.Â
dick slipped into you with one rough shove, filling you all the way up in one delicious motion. you gasp, throwing your head back into the door at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off of the wooden panel.
âsorry, baby.â his arm slips around your waist, his palm spreading along your back for support. âsâokay, youâre okay, yeah?â
he doesnât move for a moment to try to let you adjust, his body practically screaming at him for waiting. but he felt so weak for you, couldnât help but start rocking his hips. it didnât take long for his urges to take over.Â
his hands pushed down onto your waist, steadying himself so he could get deeper. the only thought that crossed his mind was how good you felt, how well you took him â and it only made him more determined to make you fall apart just like you were making him.
why had he waited so long to make a move? he couldâve done this sooner, years ago. it pissed him off, frustrated heâs gone so long without knowing how good your cunt felt wrapped around his cock. the anger only intensifies his thrusts, the door rattling behind you in protest.
âs-slow down!â you cry out, not really thinking of what you were saying. the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down, but everything felt so fast, so overwhelming that your brain couldnât keep up with it.
âthatâs not what you really want.â he grunts out, lips latching onto your neck. he needed to leave little marks on you. a reminder for him that this is really happening, that this is real. heâs finally fucking you. âyouâre so tight, you feel so good fâme.â
âall for you, only for you.â you start to babble, drunk off the sensation heâs feeding you. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, driving him deeper than he already was. his pace stutters for a second, his release already sneaking up on him. âah- mâalready close!â
âme too, baby.â he breathes, his voice raspier than youâve ever heard it. âplease let me cum inside, need to fill you up and breed this pretty pussy.â
you clench around his words, nodding your head profusely, body tightening as electricity shoots through your body as you cum around his cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to thrust into you, desperately chasing his own release.
âyes, yes, need it, please!â you moan, practically milking his cock. once you give him the okay, he drives as deep as he can and lets out a broken moan as he fills you up.
âshit.â he grunts out, his breathing far out of his control. he lowers you down, letting you land on your feet. but you can hardly stand, his grip tight on your elbows to keep you upright. the two of you just stare at each other for a moment, trying to process what just happened, whatâs currently happening. intense need swarms his mind again and pain spreads throughout his body with every passing second he isnât inside of you.
instinctively, you drop to your knees, your hand lightly grasping around his slick base. dick lets out a hiss of pleasure, tossing his head back as he feels the slight essence of reprieve.Â
âneed you in my mouth,â you look up at him, slowly pumping his cock. he twitches in your hand with interest, the sex pollen still sending his body into overdrive. he doesnât even feel overstimulation, all he feels is lust and the overwhelming need to wreck you.
âgo ahead, baby.â you wrap your lips around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you get right to work. his eyes roll back and he needs to grip onto the back of your head for support â otherwise heâd fall backwards. âdamn, knew youâd be good at this, always running your sweet little mouth whenever youâre around me. feels like heaven.â
you hum in approval, the sensation tickling his tip. you take him in deeper, your hands grabbing onto his ass for support.
âfuck, baby.â he mutters under his breath. normally, you probably wouldnât have heard it, but the pollen heightened all of your senses when it came to him. his voice sounded so raspy, so desperate, it had you squeezing your thighs together. âplease donât tease me right now or iâll fuck you against the wall again.â
so you donât, swallowing his whole length, your pretty eyes filling up with tears as you look up at him. he feels like heâs going to pass out â his head is fuzzy, his thighs are trembling, you have him under your spell and a primitive part of him is screaming at him to fix it.
âiâm gonna cum.â he moans, gripping your hair. he almost lets himself, but it wouldnât feel fair. he needed you to cum with him. the two of you were in this together. he pushes you off of him, regret already swarming his body as the pollen viciously attacks him again.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask, wiping the spit that was pooling in the corner of your mouth. he picked you up, bringing you over to the couch.
âi have to taste you.â he tosses you on the couch, âso youâre gonna sit on my face.â
the way he said it doesnât leave any room for argument so for once, you listen to him. watching as he sits next to you on the couch. your bodies pivot so heâs laying down instead of you, an eager smile on his face.Â
you climb on top of him, going to move your hips over his eagerly awaiting mouth. but heâs impatient, the need to taste you on his tongue is too great. hastily grabbing your hips, he pulls you down on his face. you yelp in surprise, nails digging into his abs to ground yourself. he doesnât waste a second, diving into the delicious meal youâve presented him.
even without you touching him, he started to feel his own relief by swirling his tongue around your clit. his hips thrust in the air, unable to control himself. your moans and small gasps of pleasure fuel him to keep going, not planning on stopping until heâs gotten his fill.
he groans into your cunt as you start to take his leaking cock in your warm hands, focusing on his tip. you lean over his body as he holds you firmly in place so you can pull him back in your mouth, engulfing him in an instant.
his hips involuntary jerks up, pushing himself deeper and eliciting a gag from you. he would feel bad but with the way you gushed around his tongue told him otherwise.
âgod, you taste incredible.â he mumbles, making sure heâs not missing a drop. but honestly, itâs too much. your slick mixed with his cum has his mind spiraling â the taste settling on his tongue, nestling deep into his senses.
it was all a haze, trying to devour every drop of you, gripping onto your thighs so tightly that if he was thinking more clearly, he might feel bad. but the way your tongue wraps around his cock, your throat enveloping it all the way down, leaves him with very little coherent thoughts.
but he couldnât stop lapping at your cunt, every tremble, every moan, every taste of you has him wanting more and he knew that this wouldnât be enough â it might never be enough. youâve created an insatiable beast that only craves your touch.
âdick, iâm gonna cum-.â you take a gulp of air, using your hand to furiously pump his cock, fingers dancing around his tip as you usher out your words. a flare of pride spikes up with him and shoots throughout his body, his hand getting away from him as he encouragingly slaps against your thigh.
âplease, baby. come all over my face.â he knows he sounds wrecked but he doesnât care. he gets back to work, suckling on your clit more intently than before. your mewls vibrate along his length and he canât help but thrust into your mouth a little, overly excited at the prospect of you releasing all over him.Â
he helps you ride his face, guiding your movements by his grip on your thighs. with a cry of his name, you cum again, gushing all over him. at this point, he could die a happy man, cleaning you up as your thighs shake in his palms.
heâs not sure if it was your skilled mouth, your messy cunt, or the fact he managed to pull that strong of an orgasm from you â but he came in your hand that was still rubbing at his tip.
âf-fuuuuuck.â he moans out, hips jerking in your hold. after a few minutes, he feels you slide off of his face, pivoting yourself and sitting on the couch, head hanging off the back of it.
it had to be over, right? all of the pollen should be out of your systems. he sat up and mirrored your movements, looking over at you to see how you were faring. and you were already looking over at him, half lidded eyes as you were catching your breath. your skin was glistening in sweat, much like his own.
the itch creeped up his neck, sending chills over his body. it definitely wasnât done and the agony of not touching you anymore was starting to get to his head. he lunges over to you, pinning you on the couch as he lines up his cock once again.
âgod, i need to have you.â he breathes, searching your eyes to see if you feel as messed up as he does.
âyouâve got me.â you mewl before looking up and adding, âyouâve always had me.â
âreally?â disbelief coats his words, somehow managing to pause his motions even though his body is screaming at him. the fire inside of him is licking at the tightly wound coil within him, but somehow heâs able to push it down â even if itâs just for a moment. but he needs to hear this, needs to hear you.
âiâve-â you start squirming under him, no doubt feeling that same fire he did. he almost felt a little bad by delaying your gratification but god, he really needs this. he canât tell if the tears forming in your eyes are from the pollen or from the emotion thatâs been building up after all these years. âiâve always loved you dick.â
his hormones fly out of control, his hold tightening against you. every nerve in his body tells him to move but heâs somehow frozen, transfixed on your confession.Â
âi love you so much.â he manages to choke out, desire boiling in his gut once again, fueled by the sweet words heâs been dying to hear from you. it was too much, the overwhelming itch consuming him once again as âfuck, âm sorry, need to-.â
he doesnât finish the sentence, instead heâs plunging into your warm, welcoming walls. fitting together like a puzzle piece that was always destined to connect. the pollen swirls with the love shared between you two and he canât help but ruthlessly drive into you, relishing in your sharp cries of pleasure. Â
his cock slips out of you, exasperated groans both leaving your lips and into each others mouth. he reluctantly pulls apart from you, shoving himself back where he belongs before he resumes his pace.
âdick, more-.â
something shatters within him. he couldnât say it was self control â that had long been gone. but something else deep within him broke by your hands and yet, he could already feel you mending it back up.
thereâs no way to tell the passage of time, but none of that mattered to him anyway. all he could do was revel in the warmth of your soft, silken walls. his eyes scan over your face, taking in your blissed out state no doubt mirroring his own.
it had him wanting â craving more. like a man starved who had his first bite, who wouldnât be sated until he had his fill.
dickâs movements were even faster now that his body could hardly keep up. his cock slipped out of you again, and he let out a strangled sob.
everything was just so wet, both of your bodies coated in a mixture of sweat, spit and cum. he felt your slick coat his thighs, your saliva mark his neck â every inch of his skin is completely covered by your essence.
he drives himself back into you, humping against you as he chases another release. everything was burning up the longer he staved off. at this point, he needed to keep filling you up. you made it so easy for him too, greedily sucking him back in every thrust, squeezing around him so tightly his head was spinning.
driven by pure instinct, he pushes your thighs against your chest, pushing himself deeper into you.Â
âwanna take my time with you sâbadly.â he rasps out, hands pushing against your legs. âbut you just feel sâgood i canât stop.â
his mouth hung open as unsteady breaths left his lungs, trying to gulp up any air he could. but heâd much rather breathe in the sight below him, watching you sprawled out for him, sucking him into your pretty cunt has his mind short circuiting.
âyou take me so well, youâre so good to me.â he babbles, eyes squeezed shut for a moment to soak it all in. âyou were made fâme.â
his head falls forward and he feels a bead of sweat drop down the side of his face. your trained eye watched it fall, before you lean up and lick it clean off of him. he gasps in surprise, lips chasing yours once again. Â
at this point, you really couldnât call it kissing. your lips were pressed against each other but neither of you could move them properly. just unsteady breaths and moans keeping the two of you connected as pleasure overrides your senses.
arousal pours like gasoline beneath his abdomen, your pleas serving as a match to ignite his body into flames. the pollen warps his mind, drunk on your taste and only craving more of it.Â
but he needed you to cum first. he was still trying his best to help you, to relieve you of any pain. he doesnât know how long itâll take but he needs you to at least cum as much as he does.Â
âoh god, oh, itâs never, fuck, felt like this before, so good-â you moan out, arching your back up so he can get deeper.Â
âi know baby, i know.â he keeps going, harder than he had before. âyouâre so, so good to me.â
it was all too much for you, clinging onto him as he relentlessly thrusts into you. he watches as your body freezes in his grasp, bliss saturating all your features, before you forcefully come around his cock.
he wasnât much further behind, gripping the back of the couch and pushing his hips flush against yours as he fills you up once again.Â
the pollen was still tingling in his system, he could feel it. but he felt so drowsy, and he knew you were too. he presses his forehead against yours as your legs fall helplessly by his sides.
âyou okay?â he can hardly recognize his own voice.
âmhm, you?â you ask, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. he sees your face constrict with pain and he knows you feel what he feels. itâs not over yet.
âcan you handle another round?â he asks, gently caressing your cheek, wiping off what was either sweat or tears. it took so much not to jump you, but the desire was starting to lessen and becoming easier to control, but that didnât change the fact he was still so damn weak around you. one more round would soothe it all, he can feel it.
âcan you?â you laugh breathlessly, always trying to challenge him. a lazy smirk takes up his face as he adjusts you, sitting back against the couch and pulling you up into his lap. his fingers rub little circles along your hips before he digs his fingers in.
âsince youâre so confident, why donât you show me how itâs done.â he meant to sound cocky, but his voice came out twisted with need and desperation.
âwith pleasure.â you grab a hold of his still hard cock, lining it up with your sopping entrance, cum from the previous rounds dripping down your thigh. he canât help but swipe some on his finger, playing with the slightly sticky substance.
you slide down on his cock, moaning the entire way down. all he can do is look up at you, unconsciously sliding the two coated fingers in your open mouth.
you swirl your tongue around them, sucking them clean as well as you were sucking him off earlier. he moans, head hitting the back of the couch as you start rolling your hips.
âyouâre so pretty â fuck â i mean, just look at you.â he slurs, eyes glued to where you were connected. his fingers leave your mouth, sliding down your body. âyouâre the most beautiful person iâve ever seen.â
your nails dig into his shoulders, using it as leverage to grind yourself more in his lap, his neatly trimmed pubic hair brushing along your swollen clit.
he slumps back a bit, letting you take control and take what you need. mesmerized by the way your tits jiggle with each movement, he wraps his tongue around your nipple before giving it a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.
he was lazy with his movements, swirling his tongue around the perked bud and nuzzling his face against it. the more he touches them, the more he needs to.Â
your hips drag along his, bodies pressed together as it feels like lead fills your bones. but you canât stop moving against him.
âwant you to be mine.â he moans against your tits, thrusting up into you more as he feels himself getting close. all he needs to hear is your confirmation that youâll finally be his. âsay youâll be mine.âÂ
âmâyours!â your cry out at the increase of pace, fingers digging into his hair as he leaves his mark all over your breasts. âiâm all yours.â
with one final groan, his hips jerk up a few times, releasing another load into your already overflowing cunt. the grip on your hips loosen as his forehead lands on your shoulder, wincing as you keep going to chase your release. overstimulation was starting to creep up on him as the pollen started to clear out of his system. but he didnât care, heâd keep going as long as you need him to.
âcâmon baby.â he slurs, leaving open mouthed kisses along your collarbone before looking up at you like you summon the sun every morning, beaconing it with your radiant, blissed out smile. âyouâre doing sâgood for me, give me another one câmon.â
âcant, iâm trying but i need more.â you move your hips a little faster with a whine of his name tumbling from your lips.
âiâm right here, fuck baby, let go fâme. youâll feel so much better i promise.â his fingers slip in between your bodies, thumb pressing firmly against your clit as you keep riding him. it sends you over the edge, gripping onto his shoulders and tossing your head back. heâs never seen a more ethereal view and if he couldâve, he wouldâve cum all over again at the sight alone.
he doesnât move his thumb as you ride out your high, squirming around in his lap as pleasure courses throughout your body. he lets go after you start twitching in his grasp, showing you mercy for the first time tonight.
you collapse into a heap on his chest, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. he feels you curl into him, exhaustion starting to take you. heâs still nestled inside of you, with no desire to move.Â
he blinks a few times, starting to take in his surroundings. you guys definitely messed up the couch. anyone who passes through this safehouse will see the traces you two left behind for weeks to come. the thought makes him smirk a little bit.
his phone buzzes and somewhere deep in his fucked out mind he realizes he should check. heâs still technically on patrol. with one arm still securing tucked around you, he uses the other to grab his phone.
everything is a little blurry, the fog still clouding his mind, his eyes drooping as he tries to read it. your soft snores start to fill his ears as he opens the text from tim, reading the line over and over a few times in hopes of processing it better. but then he gets it â clear as day. it was from tim.
I wanted to request some sweet time waking up next to Price/Gaz after getting back with them⌠these ex-husband and ex-boyfriend tropes are so bittersweet and I love them but I also crave some solid resolutions đ You can make this smut or pure fluff, whatever you want.
Thank you â¤ď¸
ex-husband price, but the âexâ lays on significantly blurred lines now.
a/n: iâm so sorry for how late this is !! iâm literally terrible at completing my asks đ i hope this is good enough <3
He had come crawling back to you last night.
Amidst the howling wind and the cold, sleeting rain, John appeared on your doorstep like a stray dogâ hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his clothes soaked through, his lips quirked into a slightly embarrassed smile.
And then, then he looked at you with those warm eyes, his pupils expanding beneath the weight of his gaze, and you folded.
Of course you folded.
You let him inside, allowed him into the cradle of your very life. A life in which you had built around the absence of him.
The divorce happened a year ago. The constant strain of John being away, and the crippling loneliness his job brought you, was too much to bear. Without him, your home had felt like a shell of itself, so empty and quiet. Separation allowed you to make your own home not-so reliant on him.
And maybe it was hard. Maybe you did cry for him, yearn for him in the penetratingly dark hours of the morningâ a want for his body pressed to yours, a need for his heat against your chilled skin.
But you had to move on. You were strong and, once the initial emptiness of your ring finger no longer bothered you, you were set free. The shackles of grief snapped and crumpled and allowed you to spring forth into a fresh life.
Yet, the night he appeared on your front step, cold and white like a wraith against a sea of black, you allowed him entry.
There was no hesitation like you convinced yourself thereâd be. There was no sort of what the hell are you doing here, John? You simply sighed, your heart clenching beneath the calloused fingers of your reappearing grief, and stepped aside.
He had thanked you profusely.
And then broke down.
Still in his wet clothes, he hung his head and let tears well in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he attempted to control his emotions. You watched him patiently, your own sadness itching tightly at the back of your throat.
He apologised. For everything you knew affected the relationship, and for everything he thought affected the relationship.
Long periods of absence, missing important milestones in your life and holidays, the strained communication when in the field. He apologised for it all, shaking and dripping like the lost dog he was.
When he looked up at you, eyes red and glossy with tears, his cheeks rouged beneath his facial hair and lips bitten from nervousness, you broke too.
Of course I miss you, tumbled from your lips. Of course I still think about you. Of course I havenât been with anyone else. Of course I want you backâ
The two of you broke like a dam, a crack of lightening outside acting as the starting gun, spurring you on as you moved in unison, meeting together in a searing kiss that made you whine out for him. But his groan of pleasure, of relief, was louder than any sound he had ever made before. It made your heart flutter.
That night, he held you so impossibly close to him that you feared you may sink into himâ that your souls would intertwine within the heat of him, and youâd be stuck with him forever. But, after a moment, you realised it wasnât fear. Youâd happily seep into the grooves of his soul if he let you.
The next morning, you awoke bundled in his strong, warm arms, the coarse hairs a deliciously familiar juxtaposition against your soft flesh. You moaned quietly as you drifted awake.
John stirred behind you, the arm he had around your midriff moving, his large hand moving to splay across the curve of your bare tummy. He pressed against the warm fat, nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. You whined when he gripped your tummy, but he just chuckled quietly with a kiss to the pulse beneath your ear.
Only now did you realise, against the warmth of the skin above your navel, that John was still wearing his wedding band.
It made your stomach flip.
Last night, while he had your knees to your ears, his cock heavy inside you, he asked about your rings.
âIn the drawerâ fuckâ the bedside tableâ!â You moaned, his hips snapping forward, his stomach pressed to yours, pinning you to the bed.
He stopped only to lean over and open the drawer. Then, he fished out both your extravagant engagement ring, and the more simply wedding ring. Then, he resumed his thrusts, knocking another moan from your chest.
When you came around his cock with an earth-shattering orgasm, a moan of âYes, John!â echoing through the room, he slipped the rings back onto your finger. Your sweet moans were a welcome nostalgia, a guilty-pleasure in this very moment. He came inside you after that.
Now, John was kissing the pulse behind your ear, arms around you, his chest to your back as he slotted one of his legs between yours, separating them so he could rut his hardening cock between the plushness of your thighs.
âIâve missed you so much,â he whispered to you, the leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, dipping in and out in a gentle rut with each movement of his hips. âIâve missed my pretty wife.â
The hand on your stomach snaked down, brushing over your mound and then cupping you there, a finger pressing to the already swollen bud of your clit. He hummed when he began to run circles across it, slow and steady.
You mewled, arse moving backwards to press against him, then moving forward again to buck into his touch. The warmth of his cock between your thighs had your pussy fluttering, leaking.
âJohnâŚâ You whispered, flexing the muscles of your thighs, the sensation against Johnâs cock making him groan. You begged, âPlease, I need you.â
âThen youâll have me,â he whispered back, the ruddy tip of his cock finally snagging against your entrance. He slowly, slowly began pushing inside, splitting you open with a soft, wet sound. He moaned against your neck. âYouâll have me forever, sweetheart. Whenever you want me, youâll have me.â
John bottomed out with one final lazy snap of his hips against your arse. You both moaned, the air around you warm and thick like honey.
His cock reached so deeply inside you, nudging the pliant plug of your cervix with each rut. His movements never left you empty, keeping you stretched open around his girth. Your cunt squeezed him, dribbling along your inner thighs now as he rocked into you, the mattress creaking beneath you both.
The finger in your clit sped up, the circles deepening and quickening in pace, timed with his thrusts as they grew faster and faster, still lazy, but coordinated and intent on dragging you to release.
The pleasure was sickly sweet, parting the veil of sleep with ease. You could taste it on your tongue, the precipice of your orgasm, and the many more to comeâ sweet and warm against the wintery rain outside. Just like John.
âJohnâŚâ You whimpered, your body tightening, sweat building along your already-dewy skin.
âThatâs it, sweetheart, doing so well for me. My good girl. My pretty wife,â he praised, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you every damn time. He drank in your moans, an elixir he had longed for since the moment you two separated, and continued his thrusts. Kissing your neck, he asked, âWill you marry me?â
âYesâ!â And you came around him, moaning loudly, writhing and spasming as your orgasm wracked through you. It was intense and hot and it had your pussy clenching around Johnâs cock like a vice.
Your acceptance made him moan, moan your name, and then come deep inside you, painting your slick walls white.
For a long while, he held you to him, cock still inside you, but the two of you werenât in any hurry to part from one another. You felt sticky all over, skin tacky with sweat and cum, but you couldnât care less. Wrapped up in your exâ your husbandâs arms, was all that mattered.
âI love you,â John said to you. âAlways have. Always will.â
hello! would you do the nsfw alphabet for viktor? its alright if not! instead you could do cuddling viktor headcanons!
You bet I would! đ Also this is my first time doing this headcanon type of thing so I hope you'll like it! ⤠(Also my first ever nsfw type of writing so I hope this won't suck!) These are ofc my personal thoughts and it was really hard to resist the urge to start every sentence with 'I think', but yeah. I hope you'll like it! Lemme take a cold shower after writing this
NSFW Alphabet with Viktor
Warnings: Obviously, nsfw under the cut, 18+ only loves. â¤
Viktor x gn!Reader
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex):
Viktor is a gentle lover when it comes to taking care of you after sex, he makes sure that you have everything you need. He loves cuddling, letting you know how much he loves you and cherishes you.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs):
His favorite body part of his are his hands and his manhood because he just loves how good he can make you feel with them, making you whimper and moan under his touch. He loves your whole body but if he had to choose his favourite it would be probably your lips and your butt.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⌠Iâm a disgusting person):
He loves to cum inside you while kissing you deeply, while being a moaning mess. Occasionally he asks you if he could cum on you, either your chest or face, and he's always very helpful with cleaning you up afterwards, praising how good you are for him. When you go down on him he's not shy to taste himself on your lips when kissing you after the act.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He doesn't really have a lot of really dirty secrets, but he loves when you call him Professor or Sir from time to time. He loves praising and being praised.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?):
Viktor is definitely not a virgin when the two of you meet. He is not as experienced as his friend, Jayce of course, but he knows what he's doing. He's very attentive and he picks up on what you like and don't like pretty fast, making the sex amazing with him.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):
Any position where he can kiss you and look at your face during the act.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):
He's very serious while making love to you. His main goal is to make you feel good, to let you know how much you are loved, praise falling from his lips constantly. 'Look at you. So good for me.' After the act he's a smiling, cuddly mess.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):
Usually there are a lot of things on Viktor's mind so he forgets about these things, but he never lets it get out of hand.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ):
He never fails to tell you how much he loves you during sex, one way or the other. Let it be a low and sensual 'I love you' while you're making out during sex, or an 'I love how good you are for me, taking me so well.' His hands and lips are always on you, he just can't get enough.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):
Viktor is a busy man so he doesn't have a lot of time to touch himself. Only occasionally, when he's extremely frustrated or haven't seen you for a while, he thinks about your body and the way you touch him and he's hard in an instant.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):
Viktor is a soft dom, he loves when you call him names, and when you tell him you're all his and noone else's. He loves praising you, but on occasion when he had a hard day he loves to be rough with you, pulling your hair a bit and leaving marks on your skin everywhere.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
Usually your bed or the couch.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):
He loves to be touched, and he adores when you talk dirty to him. If he's buried in his research at his desk in your home, all you have to do is slide your hands under his shirt and whisper into his ear how much you want him to make you feel good, to feel him, to give him what he wants and he'll be a mess in seconds, pulling you into him and kissing you hard.
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs):
He wouldn't have sex in the lab when there are potentially dangerous stuff in there. He loves you and it's horrible when he wants you so bad at that moment but can't have you, but he wouldn't risk you guys knocking something over and get hurt. He'd rather wait a bit more and go home to your place.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):
He loves it, both giving and getting. He adores the way he can make you into a moaning mess, and he loves the feeling of your lips on him just as much.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):
He's somewhere between the two, he usually keeps a steady pace, and switches between sensual and rough based on how the two of you prefer it at that moment.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
He's obsessed with work and pretty busy so quickies are not rare, most of the times in the morning before he leaves to the lab, but when you two have enough time he likes to take it, teasing and paying all his attention to you, enjoying the moment.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
He likes to experiment (he's a scientist after all) but he's not really a risk taker, let it be unprotected sex or getting caught in the action, he's usually very careful and responsible.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ):
Viktor has a pretty high level of self control, he usually finishes after you or with you. If he cums from your hand or mouth first, he definitely can go on for a while after that.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
He doesn't own toys and on his own he doesn't really use them, but he's very encouraging if you are into them or want to use them, and is more than happy to help you out.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
He's such a tease. He loves loves teasing you until you are a whimpering mess just begging him to fuck you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):
He's not loud. You have to work hard to get a few moans and groans out of him but when you do they are the most rewarding and sexy sounds you ever heard. However he loves to talk during sex. Praising, dirty talk, whatever, he just loves to let you know how much he cherishes you.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):
As much as Viktor enjoys being a dom, he enjoys submitting to you just as much. Letting you push him onto the bed, tease him, make him beg.
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words):
Besties we all know this is canon he is huge.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
It really depends on a lot of things. Viktor is a workaholic and when he's deep in research it consumes all his thoughts, sometimes creating tension between you. Other times he just can't get enough of you and his thoughts are filled with you and all the ways he wants to make you feel good.
Z = ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
After sex he helps to clean you up and make you comfortable, then after a little cuddling and talking he comfortably falls asleep, or waits until you fall asleep and sneaks out from next to you to work at his desk during the night.
nsfw, if youâre underage/an ageless blog please dni thank you
further notes: dom reader, sub kaeya, essentially, you give him a handjob at the tavern
your lingering touches make kaeya feel as though his skin is lit aflame. from the small of his back to just the lightest brushes against his hips. to your hands moving towards his thighs as you sit at the tavern after a long day of work.
ârigorous, truly,â you say raising your chilled glass before downing the drink. your fellow knights around you raising their own drinks in kind as kaeya fidgeted beside you.
grateful that you had pulled him to one of the back tables as your free hand pumped him slowly. fingers wrapped around the base as kaeya could do nothing except pray you felt kind enough to let him cum.
although he doubted it with how you seemed to indulge the occasional recruit that was brave enough to speak to not just the cavalry captain but to you as well, a legendary commander in your own right. and without a vision no less!
âis- is sir kaeya alright?â one recruit asked, concern lining his brow.
you simply nod with a laugh and a smile, âdonât worry about dear kaeya here, heâs just catching up on some well needed rest.â
a slight pump to his cock has kaeya flinching, the contact welcome yet damning as he tried to collect himself in the dark corner of the tavern. raising his head as he downs another death after noon.
they quickly nod, although quickly flush as they realize that both yours and his attention were on them, scurrying off to rejoin their little group to no doubt cheer at being able to be so close to such popular knights.
and that seems to be it, as kaeya slumps against the wooden chair that squeaks with the movement, âpleaseâ a soft plea that only reaches your ears.
and perhaps itâs the way he pours cutely, visible eye shimmering and clear with the want. or itâs the way heâs all but in the palm of your hands (well, in this case, hand).
and quickly, your hand moves up and down faster, the cavalry captain chokes on air as he crosses his legs.
you lean over, as though to grab the jacket behind his chair, moving to whisper in his ear, âitâs okay starlight, let go.â
release is quick. once more does kaeya count himself lucky that you both sat in the dark corner of the tavern, leaning against your shoulder as he catches his breath.
âhow cruelâ he pouts, and you snort, your clean hand brushing stray hairs away from his forehead.
âwas it okay?â and quickly itâs you that was the concern lining your features. and kaeya simply leans over more, pressing a kiss to your lips and you all but melt.
âno, it was perfect.â
you smile brightly. and carefully, you help kaeya clean himself (and he avoids the sudden wave of satisfaction as you lick your fingers clean, you wink and he laughs) and become presentable. itâd do no good to suddenly flash a whole tavern (although he had a feeling there would be those who wanted to see him and you like that). your tab is payed and you both are off into the city.
he pulls you into one of the dark alleys, where only the faint glow from the street lights and the moon illuminate the way. shoes clicking against the cobblestone streets.
âwell, what about continuing where we left off?â he purrs, warm breath tickling the back of your neck.
âmaybe,â you trail off, âbut i think i would rather have you falling apart and crying my name in the privacy of our bedroom starlight.â
and kaeyaâs mouth waters at the thought as you gently take his hand and guide him to your home.
rosaria later stares at him unamused as he fidgets on the barstool the following evening. and further grows incensed when he swoons over your touch, although the theatrics more to tease her more than anything.
- in which sanzu learns how you and mikey âsettleâ a dispute
bonten!mikey/reader ( +bonus sanzu/reader)
cw: dom/gn! reader (itâs either a dick or strap being used ig), voyeur sanzu lowkey, overstim just bc i think mikey look very pretty while doing so <3 and so does sanzu
note(s): NSFW !!! NSFW !!! NSFW !!! inspired by this one art i saw of zh//ongli and i just havenât been the same since but i fucking lost the link and now am dying,Â
platinum blonde hair sticks to his forehead, eyes wide, back arched while he remains all but pliant in your lap.
youâre not quite certain which orgasm it was that you lost mikey, eyes unfocused, drool falling from his mouth. heâs flush against the couch in the large room. you sigh, he really couldnât make it to the bed could he?
with the back of your hand you give a small pat against his cheek, he only moans, arm hiding his eyes, well, at least he wasnât passed out, yet, with the way he was breathing so heavily.
the hand that nudged him moves to his hair, giving it a tug just to hear him squeak. your laughter is quiet.Â
âso debauched mikey,â you tut, âdonât tell me all bonten executives are like this when their leader is.â your hand grips him at the base, tip already red and leaking. making the cock ring all the more prominent against him. manjiro for as much as he wants to, doesnât dare pull your hand away, the consequences already clear from the redness of his chest, covered with bites.
you pick up the weak groans from beside you, your other hand still keeping the little intruder occupied. fingers lazily pushing inside.Â
âand you,â you scold the pink haired man, âwhen your dear boss comes to iâm sure weâll have a strong talk about eavesdroppers.â the last part is hissed out, as your fingers sharply jab against him. causing sanzu to flinch and press down against the side of the couch, legs shaking as an orgasm is forced out of him again.
just how did he get here?Â
he had assumed that like another vip, you would have a regular private meeting with mikey, whatever the details were, aware that your expression was stormy at best, it was important enough to have the floor cleared, and well sanzu wasnât one to follow such a thing, opting to stay nearby in case he was needed. usually he would be too high out of his mind to notice and wouldâve followed.
he had believed that was proven true when he hears a sharp shout come from the lone room, mikeyâs personal room. sword drawn as he slowly approaches the door, left just the slightest bit ajar.Â
he was not expecting the sight he was greeted with. you positioned over mikey, who was on his back while you move your hips, his mouth open as weak gasps and moans left his chapped lips. with how easily mikey had obeyed your commands, he had to wonder, had you both done this before?
besides the fact, the way new and old and fading marks littered his skin, clearly claimed as your own, hand marks on his ass a bright red.
you were speaking lowly, whatever it was having the normally stoic bonten leader nodding eagerly, almost aiming his hips towards your own just to have you deeper.Â
sanzu licks his lips, pants feeling tighter and warmth growing across his face. whether it was your sheer control over it all, or mikeyâs lack of it, but it was hot. he sheaths his sword, about to retreat in order to find a bathroom to rub one out at the very nice imagery left behind in his mind, only when he looks up by chance, finding your eyes staring into his own.
you lean down, pointing at the door way with a vicious smile, âsee that? i guess your executives are starting to learn how much of a whore you are.âÂ
walking forward rigidly as ordered, sanzuâs eyes widened at the expression of shock on mikeyâs face.Â
and somehow, thatâs how he ended up here.
slumped over the side of the couch as your fingers keep his ass plugged. weapon thrown to the side as he loses himself to the muddled pleasure.Â
âwhen your dear boss comes to, iâm sure weâll have a strong talk about eavesdropping.â the strong push of your fingers against the sensitive spots makes sanzu nearly scream, instead babbling uselessly against the old leather of the couch as you wring out another orgasm from him.Â
âwhat do we say?â you hum, shallowly thrusting inside of mikey still.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sosososo sorryyyyyyyy!â sanzu babbles, slowly words becoming gibberish as he attempts for more friction from your fingers.Â
you look at him, an appraising look on your face, âweâll work on it.âÂ
you peer down at mikey, arm covering his eyes, and your expression is wicked, removing the cock ring while simultaneously jerking him off, and thatâs when he finally loses it, body almost convulsing, the leg on your shoulder shaking as you watch mikeyâs eyes roll up, arm falling and laying uselessly at his side.
his breathes even out, ah, he finally passed out, eyes unseeing, sanzu slumps over, whining as you pull out your fingers.Â
you could leave them like this, all fucked out, and so pretty. but out of the kindness of your heart, you instead lift mikey first, leaving him on the bed while you at least make sure sanzu does not fall over, at least wiping off the mess mikey left behind.
the warm rag in your hands elicits a soft moan as you clean them off, with the way they seemed to seek your warmth, it was almost, cute.Â
