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diet mountain dew; john wick/fem!reader (smut, 18+)

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The Boogeyman is out to get you. Little does he know, that you too are willing to do quite a bunch of things just to stay alive.

warnings: blood, guns, knives, injuries, physical violence/fighting, assassination attempt; dub-con, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), choking, dirty talk, spanking, a lot of manhandling bc for the love of god he doesn't know how to be soft anymore, gun kink, knife kink, size kink, strength kink, squirting, body worship if you blink, is this hate-fucking? idk; john has a horse cock change my mind; john is in his 50s, the reader is in her 20s; set somewhere after the series i guess? (I refuse to accept he's dead); problematic family relationship as a plot device; let's all collectively ignore the fact that he would actually never touch another woman or even dare to catch the smallest of feelings again; john gets off on the violence

word count: 10,6 k

thank you mel for a) listening to my ramblings and b) reading a good chunk of the first third of this dumpster fire and still going nuts about it, kissies and thank you v for listening to my keanu ramblings without losing faith in me

You wonder, if praying will help you. Probably not.

The sound of carnage, screams and gunshots in the hallway abruptly stops. You hear the assailant's heavy footsteps echoing off the floorboards outside of your hotel room mere seconds before the door bursts open, flies out of its hinges and rattles to the ground, wood creaking and breaking, splinters flying everywhere.

There had been a hit out on you for two days and every single soldier in your father's militia was ready to defend your life with their own.

Literally. You can tell by the man entering your suite.

You can tell by just how much he is covered in blood. You can tell by the way it drips down his forehead and how it soaks his white shirt - even the soles of his shoes creak with it. You can tell by the way he is totally and utterly drenched in red red red, and because you are certain it is not his.

They literally gave their life for you. The thought hits you like a blow to the head. People have died because of you. Fathers, brothers, sons. You recall your last conversation with your own father. They want us dead, they put out a contract on us - you had never seen him so nervous, so disheveled. What does that mean - his anxiety had been washing over you in seeping hot waves, sending cold shivers down your spine. It means, I need you out of the house - now.

Nausea bubbles in your stomach as the man now approaches you, casually strolls into the suite with his finger on the trigger of the gun dangling from his hand and you stare back at him - a deer in the headlights, frozen by fear in the eyes of its deadly predator. One of your father's men jumps from his cover, fires a shot and gets hit back with one straight between his eyes. It happens so quickly, that you can't turn your head away. You see the bullet piercing his forehead, blood splattering as soon as it exits the skull on the other side. His head flies back a little, and then his body goes limp, slack, as he falls to the ground with a heavy thud.

You want to scream. You want to vomit. You want to run. But there is nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide from him.

There's only one soldier left with you in the suite now and he is hiding around the corner, near the bathroom. The stranger - the assassin, the killer - does not lower the gun again, and does not let his eyes stray from you as he carefully enters the room. You feel terribly exposed, dressed only in your negligée, not daring to move.

Now, that the dim light of the suite's living room strikes his face, you can finally see him, see the man who has come to end you. He is older than you, maybe nearly twice your age, with dark hair and even darker eyes, matching his black suit. Lean and athletic, chest heaving slightly with physical exhaustion. The Boogeyman.

You do not know who or what you had expected, what cruel and dreadful images your brain had conjured up in the past 48 hours - 48 frightful hours of being moved around from hideout to hideout by your father's men, not staying in one place longer than necessary - but it certainly was not that. Not him. He is a lot more handsome than his reputation has led on. Seeing him on the subway around rush hour you would have never suspected him to be in this business. He looks nice. And that is exactly what makes him dangerous.

You have heard his name before. Echoing from the walls. Baba Yaga. Whispered with both: fear and respect. The Boogeyman. Blurted out: like a curse or like a blessing. Mister Wick: like redemption, like damnation. Jonathan, the king's son walking the earth as the devil.

John. The sound of his name is oddly human - disturbingly human - for someone looking as calm and collected, focused and concentrated as he does right now, while being drenched in blood and pointing a gun at you.

You must have said his name out loud, because his eyebrows twitch irritatedly, a movement so quick you barely missed it - must've sound desperate too, then.

Vision zeroing in on the barrel of his gun, your hands clutch the sofa's edge. There is so much adrenaline pumping through your veins right now that it freezes your limbs, has your ears ringing. The only thing responding to your brain fully are your eyes, and they snap away from the gun and over to the remaining soldier. It's a quick look, not even a second, but the hitman seems to recognize it and - with near inhumane speed - flicks his gun, and fires two shots. Blood splatters against the white door as the shots pin the soldier's body against it, and is it finally drops to the ground heavily it leaves a nasty trail, all wet and sticky and red.

Could be you.

You want to scream, but your body does not belong to you anymore, does not respond to your commands. It is a desperate, cruel sound that leaves your throat instead as you flinch with the sound of the gun being fired.

"Let's make this quick" his voice is gravelly and rough, like he has seen a thousand grim things and the pain of it has etched its way into his throat, left a nasty mark on every tone that ever dared to cross after.

That is when your fight or flight suddenly kicks in. Well, more specifically, it kicks in while he is speaking, as he starts to swap the empty clip of his gun.

He underestimates you. Everyone does. Your father, your brother. The countless men lying dead littered across the hotel's 25th floor. It will be his mistake.

You latch forward, grabbing the vase from the coffee table in front of you. The weight of it in your hand drags you down.

With all the strength you can muster, which is quite a lot considering the massive amounts of adrenaline that are currently amping up your body - you throw it at him. It connects with his forehead sharply; a deep, irritated noise bursting from his throat as it crashes, splinters and falls to the floor.

You are braver, braver than you should be as your assault does not end there, your body pushing you forward, leaping over the table and crashing into his broad shoulders.

I will not die today

Body ramming into his, he stumbles, as your fist connects with his chin. You have only been partially trained in hand-to-hand combat, after pleading your brother for months until he eventually gave in. Sadly, he wasn't nearly as thorough and honest with it as he was training his drug dealer and gun runners. But now, it is the only thing you can rely on.

There is nothing else; no one else left alive in that building who might be able to help you. It is up to you. So, you might as well try.

And Oh, does desperation fire up your blood.

I will not die today

The diversion does not last long and he - John John John only human only human only human - grabs you by you waist hard, fingers digging into your flesh and into the expensive silk, before he slams your body into the ground. All air leaves your lungs with a dull sound erupting from your chest, just as pain blooms around your ribs.

You cough and he looks down at you, confusion making his brows twitch, before cold-hearted determination takes over once more. John aims his gun at you once more, pulls back the hammer and you do not even think about it, your leg rising as you kick against his hand. The shot misses, buries itself deep into the expensive carpet a few inches next to your skull. You have no time to do either: panic or sigh in relief; instead, you deliver him a kick to his stomach, fighting yourself back onto your feet, punching him straight in the face.

John grunts and grabs your wrist, but you see it coming and throw yourself into his wide frame, wrapping your other arm around his back and thus hooking it underneath his right shoulder, dislocating his arm and preventing him from aiming his gun at you. You claw onto him as he twists your arm close to his stomach, while you wrap your legs around him, making it harder for John to shake you off.

I will not die today

You kick and dig the heel of your foot into his thighs and the back of his knees and he grunts and buckles a little, but turns wild and relentless quicker than you can blink, throws the two of you into the next wall. You gasp sharply as your back connects with the large mirror, splinters digging into your back - not deep enough to actually cut skin, but it stings nonetheless, the impact making you dizzy.

Sharp pain shoots through your back and your neck, but you are not willing to give up yet, as raw energy and rage and desperation surges through your body - one of your legs coming loose and your knee hitting his stomach repeatedly, making John grunt in pain and you use your momentum to dig your hand deep into his back, holding onto him and then swirling out of the deadlock he has got you in, jumping his back like a monkey.

His gun clatters to the ground and for a split second, the room falls silent. Then, roaring like an animal gone wild, he grabs your calves and slams his back into the nearest wall, has you screaming with the impact. You can feel blood pouring from your nose, feel it trickling down your lips.

I will not die today

John is stronger than you are, so so much stronger - the apex predator: all muscle, unbreakable focus and the sheer will to kill. But you are not only a little quicker; you also really want to stay alive. It is a force he rarely encounters. And quite frankly, it irritates him.

He may be older than you, taller than you and stronger than you but you have something he does not have: you actually still got something to lose.

And you fight like it, too. All scratches and sharp yells, as you punch and scrabble at his shoulders and tear at his tie, trying to strangle him with it. John is struggling against it, gasping for air and winding beneath your assault and then his grip around your claves grows hard like iron, seconds before he pulls - throws you over his head like you weigh nothing. You land on the expensive carpet with a heavy thud - groaning as you crash onto your side with sharp pain shooting through your shoulder, down your ribcage.

I will not die today

John sputters and stumbles forward, looking for his gun but you are quicker, kicking it away with your foot. It clatters back onto and slides over the wooden floorboards.

For a second you consider your choices, fighting yourself back onto your feet but John - a practiced and seasoned fighter - beats you to it and lands a blow to your upper back, sends you back down with him - a mess of sputtering saliva and painful groans. His body topples onto yours and he quickly rolls the two of you over the floor.

John is heavy and warm on top of you, as he keeps you in a tight headlock, your chest pressed to the floor and neck bend in a painful angle. He presses his strong forearm down onto your windpipe and you choke and cough, feet kicking, hands dragging across the wood, clawing at it feebly.

You can feel his breath on your cheek, hot and damp. You can feel his torso pressing against your back as he kneels behind you.

I will not die today

Mustering all your remaining strength, you trash against him, ramming your backside into his stomach. He grunts and for a split second, his grip loosens. It is all you need. Throwing your elbow back, you hit him in the chest and he caves in.

You cough, crawling forward and then scrambling back onto your feet, one of your negligée’s straps falling down your shoulder in the process. You hastily pull it back up, seconds before John launches a cascade of punches onto you.

A few of them hit you as you try to block them; dull pain igniting in your body, blooming in your face and arms. Your breath goes heavy as you stumble backwards. You cannot do this. There is no way. You just physically can't.

He is stronger. Taller. Heavier. Deadlier. Your body and every single muscle, bone, nerve in it aches and you wheeze but he is already onto you again, half-tackles you and grabs your waist, ready to smash you back onto the ground.

You cling onto him with all your remaining strength, struggling against his huge frame, wrapping your hands around his neck in an attempt to get him to stumble.

His hair tingles on your naked arms. Oh wait --

Tearing at his hair - which has him grunting in both, pain, and irritation at the unusual attempt - you clumsily pull yourself up onto his shoulders, cutting his face right above his eyebrow with your nails in the process until you finally wrap one leg around his throat and close it around there tightly, choking him. John tries to pull you off him and succeeds after quite the tussle, only to find your frame clinging to him, legs and arms wrapping around his body, hands scratching and feet kicking.

I will not fucking die today

In an attempt to either get rid of each other or submit the last blow, to finally kill the other, you two swirl through the room - a deadly dance of torn skin, smashed glass panes and mirrors, bruises and cuts. Somewhere in between kicks and punches, he managed to pick up his gun - and right now, you are mustering all of your exhausted strength to prevent the barrel from pressing against your skull.

Eventually, John crashes your bodies through a large wooden door, and is not quick enough - unable to stop his own oxe-like strength - to stop himself from stumbling into the room. The two of you only come a halt as his knees hit something soft and ironically that is what finally topples both of you over, landing onto the mattress of your bedroom with a soft thud and deep, exhausted grunts.

Your ears ring, and you are ready to lash out at him again despite the physical exhaustion, to strike him square across the face, as --

There is something hard pressing against your crotch.

The world falls silent.

No. No, there's no fucking way. It's got to bea hidden weapon. Must be.

But clearly, it is not. There, between your spread legs, his hard cock presses snugly against your panty-clad pussy.

And he just feels so huge - mouth-watering huge - that your body responds in its own way, hips snapping up, stuttering against the hard bulge. John lets go off a shaky, ragged breath, hand still clutching his gun. And you know, that this is your window.

Feeling the warmth that his body and his hard dick are radiating through his expensive suit, you roll your hips once - a languid, slow motion, rubbing your pussy over his bulge.

And he groans. A deep, primal sound that sounds a little coarse. John is looking at you, starring you down, but there is a shadow dancing over his eyes, turning his brown eyes into deep and dark, black pits that gives him away.

He is horny. The Boogeyman is fucking horny. You would laugh, if the realization wasn't knocking all air straight from your lungs. Because it just another reminder, proof of what he actually is: human.

And what a sight he is to see - eyes turning darker every second, his chest heaving with every breath and making it seem like his shirt is going to pop a button or two any second now, his cock prodding against its restraints and your clothed cunt.

It makes you want him. The thought leaves you dizzy, makes you gasp.

Apparently, that is all he needs to roll his hips back into yours. And that - that is just unfair. It's playing dirty. It's, it's -- His dick feels huge as it trails along your folds, has the muscles in your abdomen clenching.

"Fuck", you breathe, a little overwhelmed with and helpless at the sudden surge of lust that ignites your body, the wetness pooling between your legs.

John is not saying anything, just stares you down while he continues to slooowly roll his hips into yours, grinds his cock against your cunt. Your pelvis twitches upward as you start to meet his movements, and then you can hear it. He let's go of a deep breath, and it sounds like the faintest moan.

You need to hear more of that. You need more of him, your cunt aching and hole clenching around nothing already.

"John", and this time you say his name - consciously - it sounds a different way of desperate: your voice reduced to a small whisper, torn at the edges by a wanton whimper ripping from your throat.

If it throws him off-guard he does not show it, does not let you see it. Instead, he grabs your chin hard, gaze locking with yours. Dark pupils blown wide, swallowing the honey-brown of his eyes, and your breath hitches.

"Yeah?", he rasps, and it does not take more than one long look from you for him to lean in, to press his lips onto yours.

The kiss tastes of blood and adrenaline and doom, and you relish in it. Relishing the way his lips move against yours and his beard tickles a little, relishing how his tongue presses into your mouth. It feels like he is eating you whole, licking into your mouth, one hand dancing over your waist - featherlight, like he doesn't know how to touch a body without hurting someone, destroying someone.

I will not die today, motherfucker

Your whole body now sings with it, the security of an impending victory, as you roll your hips into his once more, your tongue now licking back into his mouth. For a second you think about how to strike again, now that he is seemingly distracted, but all will to fight leaves your body as one of his hands brushes over your knee, wanders further and eventually rests on your thigh.

The touch is electrifying and then his hand grows braver, his movements more certain, as he grabs your thigh, feels you up. It happens so suddenly, that you gasp into the kiss.

John parts from you, his lips a little plush already. "Oh God", you whisper as you stare Death Turned Human straight in the face, not a single thought remaining in your skull despite your lust.

He doesn't speak, as he gently let’s go off your leg and straightens back up and for a second you think he is going to hurt you, with the way his brows are furrowed - but he doesn't.

Instead, he moves in, right over your comparably tiny frame - a mountain of a man. John kneels above you, his weight pinning you down while he straddles your thighs and Jesus fucking Christ - what a sight he is to see.

Dark locks falling into his forehead, a little sticky with sweat and the bits of blood from the cut your nails gave him moments ago - right above his left eyebrow, still lazily trickling down into his lashes. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, as he hastily gets rid of his jacket, carelessly drops it to the ground. His black button-down clings to his muscular body underneath his waistcoat and his equally as muscular thighs pin you down to the bed, black fabric nearly tearing at the seams. And then there is his hard cock.

It looks as huge as it felt, with the way it bulges his pants, the outline of it clearly visible as it buckles proudly against its restraints. You are certain, you will not be able to close your hand around it fully - not a chance.

One of his hands - the one lacking a finger, which you only now notice and what sends shivers down your spine - wanders over your body, pulling your negligée down in the process, right tit spilling out of the soft silk. He immediately grabs it, cups it with his large hand and squeezes. You mewl, marveling at just how big his hand is, just as his whole body is in comparison to you. His fucked-up finger digs into the flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

John's hand gropes your tit, before he impatiently pulls the neckline down roughly. You sigh, arousal shooting down your spine and tingling in your lower belly, as two of his fingers nudge your nipple, pinch it.

He watches your face intently, as he continues to grope you, rolls your nipple between his fingers. You mewl, breath accelerating a little but it is just not enough and you buck your hips upwards. John grunts in, what you assume is an approving manner, and let's go off your tit, reaches to his belt at his loins.

Quickly pulling a knife from God-knows-where exactly, a sharp blade enters your vision.

You blink, panic seeping through your lust and your legs twitch a little with fear. If John notices it, he neither shows it nor does he say anything, just moves the knife closer to your body.

The blade shines in the dim light as it dances over your exposed thighs carefully, the metal cooly pressing against your skin, before he flicks it and cuts your negligée open. The thin, soft fabric cleanly cut in half it now lazily slides from your aching body, falls to its sides. Your chest heaves, shivers running down your arms and back.

It happens so quickly that you can only blink. As your brain finally catches up with your eyes, you come to realize that he is holding a real fucking tactical knife. You have thrown one once - they are sharp as hell and deadlier than a bullet. The sound of fabric tearing easily, like paper, proves your point.

And John's movements with the blade are so fast that your breath hitches, a little afraid he might cut you. But he does not, instead, he quickly pulls the torn silk off you and away from under you, carelessly tosses it into the dark of the room.

The edge of the blade dances over your skin and you do not dare to breathe, as he trails it up and down your curves, gently nudges your nipples. "I could kill you", he says calmly and then, in lightning speed, presses the blade into the crook of your neck. Your head sinks back into the mattress, in an instinct to flee the sharp edge.

All it does is to expose your neck further and something gleams in John's eyes, as he presses the sharp tip down slowly, carefully nudging your skin with it. The metal is cold and hard and sharp and your breath hitches. Just a little bit more and it might burst your skin, draw blood.

But, to your own confusion, you do not feel threatened anymore. Oddly enough, your nerves tingle with excitement. You blame it on the already high levels of adrenaline that still pump through your veins, rushing back and forth from your brain and your lungs, but a small voice inside of your head whisper gently, deviously, that you know That's not it. And he knows it, too.

It's in his eyes as well, the sheer excitement of it all, the fucked-up pleasure it evokes in the both of you lays heavy in the air.

It turns you fucking on. It turns you on, that the man who - minutes ago - tried you kill you and did hurt you very fucking badly in the process of it, now decides to let you live.

It turns you on, that you are at his mercy.

It turns you on, that he decided to spare you - just for now.

It turns you on, that these large and strong hands holding the knife have that sort of power over you. And thus, as the blade nudges your head back further, you moan.

"I could cut your throat", John's voice is heavy and thick with arousal and you can feel your heartbeat picking up, breath accelerating. His gaze drops down, watches the rapid rising and falling of your breasts hungrily, while another soft moan escapes from your lips.

"Don't", you breathe softly.

The knife practically burns on your skin, and you can feel arousal flooding your clothed pussy, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction. John can feel your squirming underneath him, but he can also see your eyes turning watery and dark with lust, pupils blown and a pretty pink spreading on your cheeks, your breath growing shallow. And he just really needs to fucking taste you right now.

As quickly as it appeared, the blade vanishes from your throat before he twirls the knife like the ruthless, reckless professional that he is, and buries it deep to the hilt in the mattress next to you. The sharp sound as it pierces the thick fabric has the hairs on your body standing up, goosebumps rolling over your skin.

"I'll do it later", he rumbles - casually, like he is talking about doing chores or picking up groceries - before hunching over you, grabbing your chin with his fucked-up hand, and kissing you again. His tongue immediately pushes into your mouth, like he is starving to taste you.

John eats you whole, with the way his lips move against yours. His hand cups your face, tongue licking into your mouth, toying with yours. His kiss steals your breath and you start to get dizzy with it, hips bucking. You can feel his lips curling up and then he parts from you, leaving you a gasping mess, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth.

"Let me touch you, John", you whisper, voice a little small because you do not know why you feel that way, and if he will even allow it. But you just need to feel him.

For a long moment his gaze dances over your face and something shifts behind his eyes, like a shadow gets lifted and then very quickly returns. Ultimately, he gives a court nod, so small you nearly miss it and gives you a little more room while straightening back up.

Carefully, as if not to spook him, you dart one hand out, place it on his chest. The muscle is firm underneath his suit and you run your hand along the lapel of his jacket, down and then back up, before it slips beneath it.

John's body radiates warmth under the black fabric of his shirt and your other hand comes up, before you shove the jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor next to the bed.

Your breath hitches.

He is wearing a holster, a reminder of his deadliness, of the gun laying somewhere next to you. Maybe, he sees the fear returning in your eyes, but he is quick to shrug the holster off, throws it into the dark where it clatters onto the wooden floor boards. What is left in front of you are broad shoulders and a muscular chest, the fabric nearly tearing at his movements.

As you run your hands over it, you cannot help yourself - you need to fucking feel him for real.

Quickly making work of his waistcoat and tie you toss both to the side carelessly, before your hands roam his broad chest. His button-down clings snugly against his upper body and you can feel the muscles work beneath the black fabric as your hands brush over them. You tug at the shirt, pulling its tails from his pants before hastily opening the first few buttons. The skin underneath is pale, littered by blue - red - black bruises, birthmarks scattered in between like stars. You pop open the rest of the buttons, greedy to touch him. And as the shirt falls to the sides your hands are already onto his chest, roaming over and admiring the muscular, defined canvas of strength, that violence has painted a pretty picture on.

John is watching you intently as you undress him and then explore his body, your pupils blown wide and dark, mouth agape a little. He is a little taken aback by it - by someone not seeing his body as the ultimate tool of death that it is, but as something else, that he cannot really pinpoint because he can't even look in the mirror without seeing destruction and decay. But the way your gaze wanders over his body, the way you touch him, is different from that and he has not felt anything like it in years.

And John wants. Carnal desire tugs at his brain, shoots arousal between his legs, makes his cock twitch and a low growl escaping his throat.

The sound gets you going: pushing yourself up with one hand, the other wrapping around his strong neck for leverage as you sit up, mouth immediately clutching to his throat. He tastes of sweat and after-shave - sharp and musky - and you run your tongue over his skin greedily, licking and sucking at the skin while your naked body presses against his.

It disarms him. The gentle touch that you put his body up to, while everything still aches from plowing through the better half of your father's militia and beating the hell out of you, confuses him. Your touch, your lips on his skin are soft and not aiming to hurt - instead, they grow more and more needy, wanton and hasty, as you lick over his bruised skin, tasting his sweat. Your hands over his abdomen caress his defined muscles, in awe of his utter strength, thumbs brushing through the soft and dark trail of hair leading beneath the waistband of his trousers. And all John can do, is watch, his gaze locking with yours as goosebumps erupt on his skin.

And you - oh you; your head swims with the way you turn this animal into a human again, unlock a different set of animalistic needs within him and hearing John's breath growing heavy really fucking does it for you, feeling his scarred and beaten-up skin underneath your hands, wrapping them around the deadly machine that is his body. It makes you want more.

Shedding his blood-stained shirt off of his shoulders, your hands roam over his upper back - feeling the scars there: of knives, larger and small ones and round ones of bullets that once pierced his skin. There is something else, a burn scar, in the shape of a cross and he hisses as your fingers brush over it, nails digging into the stunted skin.

It pulls John out of his stasis, reminds him of who he is and you can feel the air swinging with it seconds before he moves. His large hands wrap around your shoulders and then he pulls you off him, throws you back onto the mattress. You yelp, eyes growing wide as you watch his face as it turns from lightly dazed back to stern, wild, with his brows furrowed.

"That's enough", he says, voice coarse and it still feels like a small victory, even though he spreads your legs roughly, hands digging deep into your thighs - hard enough to bruise - before he kneels between them. He yanks your body forward at the back of your knees, watches your tits bounce and then leans in, his lips immediately attacking your throat, your neck.

His lips are surprisingly soft against your skin, his beard tickling a little as it brushes over your tits, your stomach, your thighs while his tongue licks fat stripes over your nipples and down down down your upper body, right to your navel. One of his hands creeps up your body once more and roughly cups your tit, squeezes, and gropes it, rolls your hardened nipple between his index and middle finger. His stunted ring-finger digs deep into your tit and you gasp, hips bucking. John's lips suck and nibble at your skin, before eventually ghosting over your pubic bone, teasing you before assaulting your thighs again, teeth biting down gently into the soft flesh. You gasp and moan while he gropes your body, inhales your scent - as you watch how his lips, tongue, and teeth dance over your thighs, moving closer to your cunt.

John finally, finally, puts his mouth onto your pussy, peppers open-mouthed kisses around your clit, before clothing his lips around it and sucking on it hard through your panties. Your hips buck as a high-pitched moan erupts from your throat, hands flying into his greying locks.

"Fuck", you whine, feeling fresh wetness flooding your folds, dampening the thin fabric further. John can see the outlines of your wet pussy pressing against your panties and parts from your clit momentarily, only to lick a fat stripe over your clothed cunt, watching it twitch.

"That's fucking pretty", he rasps, gaze locking with yours and you feel all air leaving your lungs. His eyes are so fucking dark, like gleaming black pits swallowing you whole, his breath a little flat with arousal.

You want him to fuck you. Really fuck you. To plow you open, rail you until you cannot sit nor walk. He is already so so close to you, but too far away at the same time. "Please", is all you manage to utter out. And it seems to be sufficient enough for him; seems to get across what you want, what you need.

John's fingers wrap around the front of your lace slip, tugging at the fabric - that rubs along your cunt at the sudden motion and has you gasping quietly - and then he pulls. The lace tears easily as he rips it apart, and cool air hits your wet and hot pussy, as he practically peels you out of your underwear, throws it to the side. The look on his face is wild and you can hear him taking a deep breath, smelling your arousal, before he spreads your folds apart with his thumbs, gaze wandering over your plump and flushed cunt.

Teasingly brushing over your clit with his thumb, John watches your reaction intently. And fuck, you do not disappoint. Throwing your head back, you moan, drawing in a deep breath through your opened mouth that heaves your chest, your eyelids fluttering.

You are dying for him to touch you and as he does, it feels like your body catches fire - lust washing away the dull pain in your limbs and near your ribs.

"Oh God", you breathe out as his thumb draws another wide and slow circle over your clit, your hands darting out and grabbing the sheets "Please."

And John complies, his thumb rubbing over your clit in a slow but steady rhythm.

Gasping, your hands clutch the sheets, knees darting away from each other, giving him more space. John accepts the invitation, grabs one thigh hard, fucked up ring-finger digging deep into your skin. His fingers move further, abandons your clit and dance over your folds, down to your hole. It flutters as two of his digits tease it, gently circling around it.

"Please", you whine once more, lifting your hips a little, a desperate noise leaving your throat. John smirks to himself, before pushing two of his fingers into you.

The stretch is sudden and bigger than expected and you moan coarsely, as he pushes his digits along your walls deeply and nestles them into your seeping hot cunt up to his knuckles. And Jesus, you feel so full already; your head swimming as you consider how big his cock must feel, then.

Your breath goes quick and shallowly as he starts to move them, and then he leans in. Nudges your clit with the tip of his tongue, licks over it.

You feel like combusting on the spot: your nerves tingling with arousal, your whole body still aching from the beating you gave each other earlier - the pain in your back blooming as you stretch it with your hips desperately shoving themselves near his touch - your pussy squeezing his fingers.

John pumps his thick fingers in and out of you, his tongue rubbing and circling your clit and soft, needy moans fall from your lips. Obscene, wet sounds fill the air, mingle with your moans and heavy breathing. His lips close in around your clit, sucking at it while his fingers rub along your spongy walls and your cunt squeezes them hard as fresh wetness floods your folds, your squirt wetting his beard and dripping down on the sheets below.

You can hear - feel - John humming against your pussy, peppering the wet skin with open mouthed kisses, licking over it, and tasting your slick.

You feel so fucking good - lust pulsating through your veins, loins on fire - and your head falls to the side, body rocking with sharp gasps and your mouth agape, eyelids fluttering as --

There's the gun. And the knife.

You could easily grab either one or the other next to you, pull the blade out of the matress or the hammer back; put a bullet right between his eyes or plow the blade deep deep into his skull. Killing the Boogeyman. Killing Baba Yaga.

That would do wonders to your family's business. It would emancipate you from it, you would be free. Free to rule.

"Thinking 'bout killing me?", John rumbles, tongue licking a fat stripe over your cunt, nudging your clit. Your gaze flickers back to him: hair a mess, eyes gleaming darkly, hands on your thighs to keep your legs spread. He does not look surprised. Neither does he look worried.

Realization hits you like a blow to the head: he is toying with you. Has been the whole fucking time. The wolf hunting the deer, running a few rounds through the woods to weaken it; its breath whistling with exhaustion, long legs buckling before it collapses - an easy kill. An easy kill for an old wolf, one, that can't quite handle a real hunt anymore.

But maybe, just maybe - judging from the look in his eyes - he got lost in his own game. Its reins slipped from his bloody hands, the wolf tumbling to the ground.

Looking back at him, your lips curl into a sweet smile. "Not anymore", your hand darts out, brushing the loose strands of dark hair from his face - the soft gesture leaving him visibly confused -, "John."

Two can play this game. And maybe, just maybe, the deer can tire the wolf out first.

Something gleams in John's eyes, dances over them like a shadow and he seems to accept the challenge - readying to tire you out - tongue licking over your clit once more, making you shiver and mewl, as he pulls his fingers out of your dripping hole. You feel empty and --

"Do you really think, you could kill me?", he rumbles, voice deep and rough around the edges, "Stupid slut."

And then, quicker than your brain can process it, his hand comes down on your dripping wet pussy.

Your breath hitches, topples over and leaves your throat as a raw, needy moan. Softly stinging pain blooms between your folds and sets your nerves on fire. Blame it on the bruises, blame it on the pain you both inflicted on each other moments ago, but: it riles you up. Mingles with your aching bones and aching cunt, has you arching your back.

"Y'really think you could kill me", he doesn't sound offended, not even amused - voice plain, like he is inquiring if you really believed the earth to be flat. Like you really are stupid.

And you start to feel stupid, too. There was never a chance. You never had a chance. Your death was sealed, determined the second John stepped into the hotel.

You were stupid to believe you could outrun or beat him. You are stupid. And John has every right to show you, teach you, punish you for it.

Giving your cunt another firm slap, John watches your hips twitch, hears your pussy squelching and soft moans falling from your lips. "Shit", you sigh and he slaps your wet pussy once more, feels your slick folds wetting the palm of his hand.

"D'you like that, girl?", and as your only response are wanton gasps falling from your mouth John chuckles deeply, gives your pulsating cunt another two firm slaps. Seeing how he is pulling you apart, how good he makes you feel really seems to do it for him, gets him quite talkative.

"Uh-huh", you make dumbly, quite illiterate, watching him stroking your flushed, hot cunt with two of his fingers. Shivers run down your spine.

And then he leans back in, licks a fat stripe over your sensitive, flushed cunt, from the hole up to the clit.

You squirm, mewl as his beard brushes over your overstimulated skin, leaving a slight burn that mingles deliciously with a fresh wave of arousal that floods your body scalp to toes.

The muscles in your abdomen clench as two of his fingers circle your fluttering hole and then push in, rubbing along your plush walls agonizingly slowly and you can feel yourself tightening around it. Your juices squelch from your cunt as you squirt against his tongue and your slick runs down your folds, wets his fingers and palm while his tongue laps at your pussy, tasting your sweetness.

John pushes is fingers deeper as you moan and sigh, hands fisting his hair and hips moving against his tongue, his digits thrusting into you.

"Oh god", you huff as his lips close in around your clit, sucking on it and the tip of his tongue flicking against it occasionally.

Another wave of fresh wetness floods your cunt as you squirt once more, wetting the sheets below, your slick running down John's wrist.

John parts from your clit, nudges it with his tongue, his beard glistening with your juices.

"Yeah, that's fucking it", another one of his thick fingers pumps itself into your tight little hole and his other hand - also slick with your juices - grabs your thigh, "That's a good girl."

You feel so full, your spine feels like it's on fire and your brain tingles with it, sends wave of pleasure down down down your body; muscles in your loins clenching, chest heaving. It becomes all too much as he leans back in, rubs his tongue over your clit, lips sucking and teasing your folds.

The slight burn of John's beard tickling your plush, hot cunt. His fingers working your open and stretching your tight little hole open far and wide, obscene squelching sounds filling the air as he works you open, brushing against your g-spot occasionally and making you see stars.

But it's too little. It's just not enough.

"Fuck", you whine as John's thick fingers brush over your g-spot with quite some force, tongue lapping at your seeping cunt, "Shit, please. Please, just fuck me, please!"

You can feel him grinning against your wet cunt, beard a little sticky with your juices, letting go of your pussy with an obscene pop. "Yeah", he licks his lips, tastes you on his tongue, "D'you want my cock?"

And that - that might be what makes you lose your mind. Because yes. Yes, you do.

You have been craving to touch it, to feel it since it had pressed against your clothed pussy earlier. Thus, all dignity leaves your body with one, clean whine that breaks free from your throat.

"Yes, fuck - oh god, John", you brabble, legs falling apart further, inviting him in, his digits sinking deeper into your soaking wet hole, "Shit, please fuck me, John - please, please, please --"

Pleas are still falling from your lips like a chant, as a surprising noise breaks the silence, so strangely beautiful that it has you nearly shuddering: John is laughing. It's a nice baritone sound, and the fine lines around his eyes crinkle with it - it's so beautiful, that it drowns the world out. You watch him in awe, as he shakes his head, avoids your gaze.

"Jesus. Look at you", he huffs, voice dripping thickly with amusement, "If you need it that badly--"

Straightening back up and kneeling between your legs, John slips his fingers from your cunt and makes quick work of his belt, trousers, and boxers. The second he frees is cock, you start to drool like a fucking pavlovian-dog.

His dick is so fucking huge. It is nicely curved and cut, the bulbous pink head glistening with pre-cum and a thick, pumping vein at the bottom that rakes from the base to the tip, as it rests between trimmed, dark pubic hair. His cock bobs against his abdomen as it bounces free, smears the pre-cum along the pale skin, twitches at the sudden contact. And Jesus fucking Christ, you just want to fucking touch it, feel its velvety skin in your palm. But you just know that you won't even be able to wrap your hand around its base fully, it's impossible, it--

"I-it won't fit", you whisper, a little taken aback by his sheer size.

"Oh, I'll make it fit, baby."

John takes his cock in one hand, thumb right beneath its head, and rubs it against your slit. And Jesus fucking Christ. Your hips snap up, meet his movements, and he grunts while he spreads his pre-cum along your cunt, gathers your slick. The thick head of his dick prods against your entrance and you take a deep breath, looking down between your legs. You watch how he slooowly pushes in and you gasp at the sudden intrusion, the delicious stretch making you moan.

His cock feels so fucking big, hot, and heavy, as he nestles the tip in, your hole clenching around it. John's brows furrow, and he doesn't wait long until he pushes his cock in further.

The thick base starts to stretch your slim rings of muscles, a sharp pain shooting through it. He can feel your hole protesting, can see you wincing. "Breathe, baby", he hums, "Let me do the rest."

His coarse voice mingles with his words and the waves of pleasure shooting through your body despite the dull pain, conjures up a pretty pretty image that floods your brain - there's sunlight everywhere, orange rays of it hitting a bed covered in white sheets, sweaty bodies on top of it; limbs entangled, hands intertwined with their golden rings shining brightly in the warm light, heavy breathing and sloppy kisses, and lazy thrusts as his cock fucks you awake. The thought makes you dizzy, your legs falling apart and hole fluttering open, inviting him in.

The slight burn leaves you a gasping, whimpering mess as he pushes himself in deep, nestles his huge cock in between your aching, hot, and tight walls.

And John feels like he is going to pass out. No blow to the head, no bullet to the chest, no knife to the stomach could ever make him feel as dizzy as the feeling of your hot cunt squeezing him does right now. His whole body is vibrating with want and lust and he just really hopes that you don't notice that he has gotten a little rusty. The thought quickly gets drowned-out as he looks down, where his thick cock practically splits you open, vanishes in your hole.

"Shit", he huffs out, places one large hand on your stomach and thrusts. Feeling himself moving inside of you has him moaning, gaze shooting up to you, meeting your eyes, as his hand presses down. "You feel me right here, baby?", he rasps and you nod, mouth agape by the sheer force of his thrust, tip of his cock prodding your cervix.

John can see his cock moving inside of you, the way your stomach bulges a little. He gets a little dizzy with, and then his eyes make the mistake of moving up to your face. And it takes a whole lot of fucking will-power of him to not just thrust and thrust and thrust and fuck you until you cry, bleed.

You are so fucking pretty. Mouth agape you watch how his cock vanishes between your legs, splits your cunt open, with his eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed. Your lips are plush and red from his assault.

Your hands grip the sheets and your breasts heave with your deep breaths, that grow a little more flaccid. Next to you lays his gun, knife still buried into the mattress. His eyes drop to the weapons and his breath hitches. And for a split second, like a flash of light, he wonders what in God's name he's doing here. He is a professional. The Ballerina works like that. He doesn't.

A sweet, sweet noise rips him out of his thoughts. "J-john", you mewl, eyes still trained on his massive dick splitting you open, "I-it, it's --"

"Yeah?", he breathes, the sound all soft and careful around the edges.

"Heavy", you breathe.

"Does it hurt?", he kind of wants it to. Make you pay for what you did to him. He kind of doesn't want it to. Make you enjoy what he's got to give.

John realizes he is fucked.

You nod, head flying back into the cushions, while your brows dart together.

John's free hand flies to your clit, nudges it gently, before slowly rubbing wide circles over it. You gasp, as you feel fresh wetness flooding your cunt and dripping down your folds to where his cock splits your hole open, pools around it. He carefully pulls out a little and then pushes back in, assisted by your slick. The way you moan spurs him on and the circles on your clit grow faster and smaller.

Aching your back, you lean into the touch. "That's a good girl", he whispers, voice raw and coarse, dripping with lust and the exhaustion of holding back. John bottoms out, while continuing to rub your clit and he can feel your walls growing plush, your hole fluttering around his dick, relaxing with your hot, seeping cunt inviting him in. "Feels good?"

"Yeah, fuck", you feel like you are being split open, with his thick cock filling you to the brim and rubbing along your walls with every little movement, the thick head prodding gently against your cervix, "Shit, John."

It feels so fucking good, all thoughts being washed away from your brain as he starts to move carefully, thrusts into you once, twice. You moan, lips slightly parted, before your gaze flies to him.

And Fuck. John's chest is flushed a little, muscles of his abdomen flexing with every thrust while his gaze is trained down to where his cock fucks into you, brows darted together a little and his breathing audible.

"John?", you whisper, and his gaze immediately shoots up to you as your comparably tiny hand wraps around the wrist of his hand that is still rubbing your clit.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me."

For a long moment, he just looks at you and you think - no, you are convinced - that you can see a glimpse of the human being he once was. Caring, sweet and gentle; as he seems to really take it into consideration if you are ready yet, if you know what you are begging for.

Apparently, he does deem you prepared enough, and the soft gaze gets replaced by a dark gleam as all gentleness vanishes from his face once more. Without a warning, John rolls his hips back only to thrust into you again, deep, and hard, immediately picking up a quick rhythm.

It comes as a genuine surprise to you and you gasp, mewling but it quickly feels just so fucking good, practically lights your body up and leaves every nerve-ending on fire, each thrust has you moaning loudly.

It spurs him on, makes him grunt and for a while, you both just watch him gliding in and out of your tight hole, with him feeling your muscles squeezing him and you feeling his cock stretching your open further and further. Your lips as slightly parted and his brows are furrowed as he rolls his hips into yours and you feel time getting lost on you, the only thing of importance remaining is the feeling of him filling you up. John's hands roam your body, wandering over your thighs and your stomach, your hips before angling your leg, pushing the heel of your foot on his shoulder, and grabbing your ankle with one hand, his dick slips into you even further, balls slapping against your ass heavily with each thrust.

You can tell that John has not fucked in a long, long time. It's not the way he does it - all fluid, languid thrust of his hips, muscles dancing under the soft skin. It's mostly the way he pants and grunts - sounds just as desperate as you feel. And still, he has the stamina of a racehorse.

You can feel that he wants to prove it, too, as his free hand grabs your thigh and hoists your other leg over his hip bone, practically pulling your lower half off the bed in the process. Your pelvis now clings to his, obscene sounds of his cock fucking into your wet pussy filling the air while he huffs with his thrusts, yet does not slow down.

The grip on both, your ankle and your thigh are hard, and you are certain his hands will leave a bruise but you just cannot bring yourself to care. Deep down you know, that someone will see them: your maids, your friends, your family.

But all thoughts, all worries get swapped from your brain as your gaze wanders up from where John's dick hammers into you steadily, rakes over his defined stomach and chest and finally, finally lands on his face.

He looks downright, utterly, and breathtakingly -- pornographic.

John's dark pupils blown wide gleaming with arousal, his cheeks are slightly blushed and a thin layer of sweat makes him glow in the dim light of the living room falling onto the bed. It surrounds him like a halo, a Saint of Death and Decay, with his dark hair falling into his forehead and onto his shoulders. He brushes it out of the way with his stunted hand, a ragged breath making his chest heave. There is still some of your slick wetting his beard.

You can't help your mind from going there, from wondering how different things could have been. What it would be like if you had met me in a bar instead of him entering your suite, leaving the hallway behind him looking like a slaughterhouse. Maybe he would have laughed at your jokes, in the dim light of your favorite bar in the city. Maybe he would have liked the same music as you do. Maybe, just maybe, he would have brought you home only to stay the night and fuck you until you would have lost your goddamn mind.

Your hand wanders down your body, strokes your waist and hip in the process, before it languidly drops between your spread legs, two fingers darting out and rubbing circles over your sensitive clit.

John moves quickly, his usual deadly precision shattering your peaceful fantasy, his hand ditching your thigh and closing in around your waist. "Don't you fuckin' touch yourself", he growls, and it's the first time you hear real, actual emotion dwelling in his throat - not his toneless, cold and mechanical rumble. He sounds pissed. Offended.

And the best part is: it seems to get him fucking going.

John leans in, your calf still resting on his shoulder and the slight pain of the stretch is delicious as he nearly folds your body in half. You can feel his dick sliding in even deeper into your hole and you gasp and whine, one hand coming up to dig into his biceps to just hold on. Hold on, while he pounds into you with perfectly angled, deep and strong thrusts, hitting your g-spot with every single one of them.

You know that the suite's door is in shambles, that anyone could walk in here and see you having your brains fucked out by the man who is here to kill you - but you don't care. Part of it is, because the gun is still resting next to your head on the sheets. You could just grab it and shoot anyone dead in heartbeat, whoever is trying to disturb the pleasure that shoots through your body.

But it is also him.

It's the way John is towering over you, back hunched, looking all wide and powerful and deadly, with the way he shields your body from view and harm as he thrusts into you. As he pushes all his rage, adrenaline, and strength into your tight hole, groans, and pants into your ear.

There is nothing you can do, despite holding onto him, nails digging into his back, clutching his broad shoulders, fingers running over his tattoos desperately. He is fucking the living daylight out of you, your body moving like a ragdoll underneath the mountain of muscles and strength. Your cunt is being split open by his cock, as you feel him hammering into you and you feel like you are going to lose your mind, panting and moaning with each of his thrusts.

"John, fuck", you moan sweetly, eyes rolling into your skull as he pounds into you, "You feel so fucking good, shit --"

"Yeah", he huffs, his forehead slowly sinking onto yours, "You too, baby."

You can see his eyelids fluttering, feel his upper body heaving beneath your hands, smell the blood on his skin, mingling with his musky scent. Blaming it on the sickening cocktail of hormones that is flooding both - your brain and your body - you lean in, your lips desperately smacking against his.

And Jesus Fucking Christ. Does John kiss you.

Kisses you like he is starving for it, licking back into your mouth - his body pressing yours into the mattress with his whole weight and muscle, while still thrusting into you.

Your hands tangle into his hair, tugging at it. John moans against your lips and your stomach flutters at the sound, and you want more. One hand moves to lay at the crook of his neck and your tongue presses against his, licking back into his mouth. Adding some force to his neck you invite John deeper into the kiss, and he follows suite, steals you the last bit of air your lungs were holding. Panting you part from him, thumb brushing over the crook of his neck.

Greedily breathing against his lips, you can't help yourself. You feel so alive and you want him to wreck you, to leave something behind that you will remember for every day your heart continues to beat. Greedily breathing against his lips, you can't help yourself but to whisper: "Harder."

John blinks, hips stuttering. And then, he grunts. His hand digs into your waist as he grabs you there, hold you in place will his hips rut into you. Picking up a near brutal rhythm, obscene sounds of your slick being pushed in and out and in out of your hole as he jackhammers into your g-spot, the bedframe rattling as John's thrusts pound it into the wall - leaving you a gasping and moaning mess. His belt clinks with his thrusts and you cling onto him, sharp whines escaping your throat.

"John John John", his name leaves your mouth like a mantra, sharp and high-pitched. His head falls forward, dark locks brushing over your cheek as his temple rests against yours and then you hear it.

John moans.

It's a deep, carnal sound. Your stomach flutters and lust shoots through your body at the noise, your tight cunt squeezing his thick cock as you squirt around his cock like a broken fucking hose, wetting his pubic hair. You can feel it rubbing along your wet folds, the sensation making you mewl, leaves your hips shuddering.

"Shit", you breathe, hands cradling his muscular back and then you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, accompanied by yet another one of his sweet, sweet moans, "Fuck, John--"

He raises his head and your gazes connect, before he leans in, presses his lips onto yours once more. The kiss is surprisingly soft and in stark contrast to the way he ruts and pounds into you and then he hits the spot once more and -

Everything goes white as your muscles clench and unclench suddenly, as you nearly scream against his lips; your hole practically milking his cock as you cum, pussy gushing and squirting around him like a broken hose.

John continues to fuck you through your orgasm and his heavy breathing reaches your ears through the cotton candy, that slowly wraps you in as everything turns light and bright. He moans deeply against your cheek as he comes, too - shoots hot ropes of cum into you and paints your walls with it.

His movements still as he buries himself deep into you, cock twitching with each thick rope of his cum and you can feel him fill you up, as his massive frame slowly sinks down onto you.

Your legs grow heavy and the stretch of your left leg is turning painful and you - a little clumsily - pull it away from his shoulder, stretch it out. Your limbs start to shake and you close your eyes, drawing in deep breaths through your nose.

The room is silent, the air heavy with the musky scent of sex.

Your chest still heaves with the remains of your orgasm, bliss still spreading in your brain and your veins, making you feel like you are flying. Your heart is still racing, as you feel him moving again.

Blinking up at him, you can see him grabbing the gun.

"Don't", you say softly, voice coarse from screaming your lungs out in pleasure just moments ago, "Please, don't." You are not ready to scream yet again. Not ready to scream in pain, instead of pleasure.

John does not reply. He pulls the hammer back, checks the chamber - all with one hand.

"Kill him instead, please."

He freezes, eyes locking with yours. "Who?", he sounds just as exhausted as you. The wolf, tired out. The deer, bleeding, limping.

Call it Post Nut Clarity, call it Finally Taking Your Future In Your Own Hands, call it Emancipating Yourself. Call it Having Wrapped A Deadly Assassin Around Your Pinky.

You were not safer here. You never were. Just more isolated. Easier to locate.

Easier to kill.

Realization hits you like a blow to the head, your vision swimming.

See? I will not die today.

"My father. Kill him."

𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊

Dark Descent: Laito Sakamaki X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, underaged sexual activities, female-led relationship/femdom, fellatio, biting/blood-sucking, edging, masturbation, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet names

Synopsis: In the middle of playing the piano, Laito was disrupted by his little sister's sudden arrival. From her behavior alone, he knew what she wanted: to play a little game with a valuable prize.

Shadows Lengthen: 7k words

Soft melodies echoed inside the spacious room as a lone grand piano situated in the heart of the musical den. The player was a handsome redhead, his slender fingers glided across the ebony black and ivory white keys. The sound it produced gave him a warm sensation. Soon, a sly smirk adorned his thin lips. He continued the piece, fully aware of the new presence in the vicinity.

"Nii-san~" 

A sultry voice called out. The male knew whose tender voice belonged. The way that the mysterious person leaned against his back was a clear giveaway of their identity. He opened his eyes, revealing emerald orbs glowing brightly. A set of breasts was tightly pressed against his back. The person's arms were wrapped around his neck, their small hands roamed his body.

"Ufufu~"

He let out a short chuckle—the one he was known for making this noise. He could feel aroused by the sensual touch. He allowed himself to emit a moan, making the woman smirk triumphantly. And almost immediately, he halted his performance. After all, the signs are clear—His vixen wants his attention.

"Nii-san~ Will you indulge your sweet, little sister today~?"

She purred seductively against his ear, jade hues lit up from underneath her half-lidded eyes. Her hot breath fanned his earlobe as she pressed her entire body even further as possible, closing the distance between them. The deviant vampire shuddered in excitement at his sister's advances.

"Ufufu~ Can't wait to taste your dear brother once again, Little Vixen?"

Laito grasped her hand that was on his torso while the other landed on her lavender locks, patting it gently. The female let out a satisfied hum, indicating the answer to his query. A moment of peace was shared between them before the younger decided to pull away. Her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor as she made her way around the redhead.

"Let's play a game, Nii-san~"

The vampire princess declared, stopping in front of her full-blooded older brother. Forest-green irises clashed against each other in a fiery stare. Their lips donned the identical smirk known in their family. [Name] had one arm under her chest, lifting her breast to entice the male. While her other arm rested on her opposite side, hugging the curves of her body. The sight alone is enough to make anyone aroused, but Laito knows that he has to hold his desires in.

"What would that be, Little Vixen?"

He inquired, reaching out his arms to get a hold on both her waist. The purple-haired didn't oppose her brother's touch as he pulled her body close and seated her on his lap. Laito made sure that their bodies were as close as possible; and of course, he also made sure that their nether regions aligned properly against each other. [Name] removed both of her arms against herself and idly placed them on his shoulders, her slender fingers playing with his silky, ochre locks. Her lovely breasts were squeezed against her brother's chest.

Laito narrowed his eyes at his sister, the smirk nevertheless present on his handsome face. His hands traveled along the curves of her body before settling on her fleshy buttons. Despite the lack of words that transpired between them, their gazes still hadn't left each other as they roamed each other's bodies. This occurrence is some sort of foreplay for them, but instead of an exchange of pleasure, it is considered as their competition to determine the better player.

[Name]'s hand swiftly stole the male's favorite fedora and perched it on top of her head. Her smirk widened after witnessing the slight frown present on his face. It was subtle, but she could notice it perfectly. Her fingers returned to their original place and resumed her ministration with his hair. Laito, however, doesn't seem quite delighted with the act.

"Ah!"

Laito earned himself a yelp from the female vampire when he pinched her ass hard. He grinned smugly at his small victory, despite the glare his sister was giving him. Oh, how much he loves gaining an advantage over her and watching her break under his dominance. This isn't the first time they did the taboo, and surely, it won't be the last. Morals have no ground in their wretched family, nor does it stop them from ever committing incest. After all, they are a family of vampires—a family that has lust and desire as their foundation.

"Ufufu~ You smell so delectable, Little Vixen. Are you perhaps turned on for me?"

The redhead let out his signature laugh, sniffing her exposed neck and licking it after. Laito removed his hand from the curves of her body and proceeded to untie her school ribbon, exposing more of her tasty skin for him to feast on. [Name] let out a satisfied sigh, clearly enjoying the pleasure she was receiving. She leaned her head back to make it easier for him to access her sweet spot. In a minute, the redhead had already littered hickeys all over her neck and collarbone. He paused for a while to admire his work, then he drew out his sharpened fangs and bit on her skin.

The princess quietly moaned out, fluttering her lids close to savor the sensation. She loved the feeling of being bitten by her brothers, especially Laito. Though, she would never admit it to anyone; it would damage her pride and reputation as the vampire princess who dominates over her brothers. A smirk tugged at his lips as he continued drinking her blood, his chest vibrated as he let out an amused chuckle whilst viridian orbs glowed with every sip he took.

For what seemed like forever, the redhead eventually pulled away. He lapped the dripping blood that oozed out from the bite marks he had created, licking the wound to ensure the healing process. Finally gaining control over her senses, [Name] opened her eyes and faced her brother. The first thing she noticed was the blood flowing from the corner of Laito's lips down to his chin. His eyes met hers and they soon focused on her soft lips. The female seductively licked her upper lip before diving in for a heated kiss.

Laito, of course, returned the aggression with his own. [Name] bit his lower lip and he inclined to obey her wordless command. He opened his lips slightly and instantly, she slipped her fleshy appendage inside his wet cavern. Their tongues engaged in an intense fight for dominance, which the brother successfully won. He smirked in the kiss once the purple-haired sister let out an annoyed grunt. And almost immediately, his gaze met with her heated glare. His hands found their way back to her curves while hers continued playing with his hair, tugging at his ochre locks to release her frustrations.

To add more fervor to their make-out session, the redhead decided that it was time to roughly step up his game. His slim appendages flitted from her upper body down to her thighs, rubbing circles and caressing her delicate skin. He then started to grind against her womanhood, making the girl moan out in utter pleasure. Seeing this as his chance, his finger snaked under her school skirt and got a hold of her underwear.

Before he can rip it apart, however, [Name]'s hands immediately seize him in an iron grip. She broke the kiss between them as well. Laito looked surprised for a moment, before regaining his normal composure and expression. He would admit, he loved his sister's feisty side.

"To answer your earlier inquiry, dear brother—no. I am not turned on for you. At least, not yet. And as for the game, here it is."

[Name] stood up from the redhead and backed away from him. His emerald orbs intently watched as the girl made her way over to the grand piano, a sway of her hips with every step she took. Her fingers brushed against the keys before removing the lid prop and pushing down the cover. A smirk adorned her pink lips as she hauled herself up and settled on top of the instrument. There, on the grand piano, sat a lavender-tressed vampire princess. Her legs dangle from the side, her hands propped up to support her leaning upper body. Her smirk widened after seeing Laito's hungry gaze on her slightly exposed collarbone, a strew of love bites present on her soft skin.

"This game is quite difficult, you see because you need extreme focus and concentration. First, I want you to play a classical piece on this piano. However, there's a twist; while you play, your attention must be on me only as I masturbate in front of you. Surely, you wouldn't question why I situated myself here, would you?"

"Of course not, Little Vixen."

"Good. Though of course, you won't be able to completely enjoy the performance I have for you. Because if you miss even a single note, there'll be punishment awaiting~"

Her emerald eyes glowed a dangerous amount, mischief and sadism evident in those pools of hers. Laito knew that she rarely got herself this aroused and serious at the same time. Most of the time, she would resort to flimsy BDSM with him to satisfy her cravings. But now, it's like she wanted to reassert her dominance and remind him of who he should bow down to.

"For every note you miss, it will equal the number of minutes you'll be experiencing for the punishment. This punishment, however, will serve as another game. But don't worry, after the punishment—if you've successfully passed it—I've prepared a reward for you."

Laito's cat-like eyes keenly followed her body movement. [Name] shifted around to position herself properly on the grand piano, her soaking womanhood on display for the vampire of lust to enjoy. She spread her legs wider, enabling the male to have a full view of her sex. A satiated giggle escaped her tender lips after witnessing the bulge on her brother's tight pants. She knew all too well how to tease the male and force him to give in to her desires.

"My, my~ Are you perhaps turned on for me, Nii-san~?"

She imitated his earlier statement in a mock fashion. To further excite the male, her fingers glided across the curves of her body before setting themselves on her breasts. Laito's involuntary lick on the lips didn't slip from her watchful emerald orbs. Slowly, as if teasingly, her delicate fingers removed the buttons on her uniform. One by one. The sluggish—almost agonizing—act his sister decided to perform was not helping his situation. He wanted to give in to his overwhelming desire. He wanted to ravish her right then and there. He wanted to fuck her so bad.

The purple-haired princess, however, continued her ministration, unperturbed by his forest-green irises that glowed with a dangerous glint. His fist was clenched tight to restrain himself from acting impulsively. Oh, how much effect she had on her brothers, especially Laito. She knew all too well about her older brother's affair with their dear mother. And she also knew how many characteristics she inherited from the woman, most notably, their appearance.

To say that she bore slight hatred towards her mother is such an understatement. No—she scorns the woman. After all, the bitch was the sole reason her brothers were like this—that she became like this. [Name] and Laito were Cordelia's primary toys for pleasure. The female Sakamaki would be under the first wife's mercy as she would force random men on the poor girl, watching as her daughter writhed in pain and pleasure. Cordelia loved breaking her only daughter's sanity; her childhood consisted of day-to-day torture and sexual assault. She made sure that lust and desire would engrave themselves on the youth's soul, reminding the child that her whole existence was just a plaything to others.

The female eventually halted her act, leaving the remaining buttons sealed just below her breast. Laito instantly inhaled the sweet scent coming from the vampire princess—the delicious aroma that only she could produce. It was tantalizing and addictive just like a drug. And along this is her equally luscious blood that the brothers crave so much for. After all, she is their poison.

"Oooh~ Aah~ It feel so good~ Nii-san~"

She moaned out, her left hand gently massaging her breast while the other slides across her slits. Laito snapped from his reverie, his eyes falling onto the female's lewd expression right away. Her wanton cries resonated throughout the expansive room. [Name] had her lids closed as she continued her act. The fedora that once rested on her lavender tresses gently fell on the marble floor when she tilted her head back from the pleasure.

Laito smirked. He briskly got up from his seat on the piano chair and made his way toward the fallen headpiece. Once he got ahold of his possession, he returned it to its original spot on his head, tipping the fedora upward to eye his sister. He licked his lips before feasting on her mouth. His slender hand rested itself on her cheek while the other caressed her silky purple locks. [Name]'s moans were muffled due to the passionate kiss they shared. In a moment, the older pulled away. Their emerald orbs stared at each other.

"Nfufu~ Don't you think that it's unfair to get a headstart right away, Little Vixen? You're making me aroused even more. My~ Surely, I won't be able to focus now that you've prepared an exciting performance, dear sister~"

The redhead stated, chuckling as he returned to his seat. However, the vampire princess remained silent and fluttered her eyelids close, resuming her act. With his gaze fixated only on his beautiful lewd sister, his finger pressed down on the piano keys. The music came in shortly after, its gentle tunes harmonizing with the lavender-haired's soft moans. The way that the notes weaved themselves with her voice and the effortless movement of her slim appendages to pleasure herself often made Laito briefly forget about his current task. He had already missed five notes despite the music piece being only a quarter through the entire composition.

[Name] decided to up her game once the male entered the halfway point in the piano piece, moving aside her silk panties as two of her fingers entered her wet cavern. She let out a loud moan, feeling her insides being partially filled with her slim appendages. Her other hand roughly pinched her sensitive nipples, causing electricity to course through her whole being that enabled liquids to flow more from her entrance.

Fast then slow. Rough then gentle. The lavender-haired female played with herself in sync with the rhythm of the music. Her delicious juices overflowed with some already dripping down to the keys. Sweat covered her whole face and exposed her breasts. Her parted mouth produces soft pants and wanton moans are dripping with saliva down to her chin. [Name] finally opened her lids, bright jade locking with gleaming hunter-green ones. For the entirety of the hour, Laito never leaves his gaze on her mess and still manages to perform the piece without any mistakes.

The music was now coming to an end; with only a few more notes to press before Laito could finally relax and enjoy the sight. However, [Name] had something devious planned out to break his streak and lose his concentration. Her irises glowed dangerously bright as she focused on her power—allurement. She noticed that the redhead's eyes dimmed and appeared distant as if he was in a trance. Despite this, his hands moved automatically on the keys. The princess knew much about this. Muscle memory—it seems.

A smirk adorned her lips, causing the male to lose his composure and miss another two notes. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, eyes narrowing at her. She let out an amused chuckle, witnessing the indignation in her brother's expression for a few seconds before being replaced by his usual facade. At last, the music had come to an end and they both halted their actions.

"That's extremely unfair, Little Vixen. I wanted to punish you so badly due to that naughty behavior of yours. Nfufu~"

Laito whined out, his thin eyebrows furrowing to indicate his displeasure with the act. He stood up from his seat and stalked towards her. The amused smile never left [Name]'s face while watching her brother's movement. He stopped in front of her, his keen eyes scanning the mess she had inflicted on herself. He inadvertently licked his lips at the outcome, before diving into her face for another kiss. The female allowed the redhead to do so, meeting his soft lips in a passionate make-out session. This lasted for a few minutes when the younger pulled away.

"You're very funny, dear brother. Firstly, you sounded like Reiji-nii. Secondly, I should be the one punishing you. And lastly, you're enjoying it, don't you? Admit it, Nii-san."

She casually stated, her hand finding its way to Laito's pale cheeks and caressing it after. The fedora-wearing male leaned into her touch, his hand placed on top of hers. He let his eyes close as he gently grasped her hand, moving it to his lips and planting soft kisses. Oh, how much he loved showering his sister with so much affection. If only he could have his way unto her right away.

"Dear brother, let's proceed to the punishment, shall we?"

The redhead begrudgingly obeyed, removing his hand from hers. [Name] hopped off the grand piano as Laito took a step back, her perfect breasts bouncing teasingly. Her slender hands glided across her brother's figure, feeling every curve and bump of his muscle underneath the uniform. In a moment, she gestured him to sit on the piano stool—the same seat he was previously situated. The male complied patiently, remaining silent whilst his cat-like gaze lingered on her delectable body.

"For your punishment, let me explain it. Since you've missed seven notes, you have to endure seven minutes of punishment. I did say that a note is equal to a minute. For this game, you will have to survive without cumming as I give you a blowjob for seven minutes. However, you cannot interrupt me such as moving my head whenever you please. I'm the only one who will decide whatever, and you have no permission to do so. You only have to sit back and enjoy. Though, if I taste even a bit of cum, you'll automatically lose and will have another punishment waiting. Is that clear​​​​​​?"

Laito could feel her authoritative gaze boring through his body and that gave him goosebumps. He deeply loved the female's unquestionable authority and dominance over them, and he yearned for her sadistic method of engraving those in their body. No one—not even Shu nor Reiji—ever defies her command. Because for them, [Name] is the only one they are willing to become a slave for.

"Yes, Little Vixen."

"Good. Now, let's see if you can enjoy the overwhelming pleasure~"

Her emerald orbs glowed with a glint of sadism and mischief. The female slowly got on her knees, facing her brother's bulging manhood entrapped within the confines of his pants. She placed her hands on both of his thighs, giving them a soothing rub before making their way to his nether region. Laito moaned out once her delicate appendage was pressed on his cock, slowly massaging as if to tease him. Her other hand continued to play with his belt strap and roamed up and down his legs. [Name] glanced up to examine her brother's reaction only to see his eyes closed in pleasure and head tilted back. She smirked.

After a minute of slow pleasure, the vampire princess decided to move on to the main course. She first peppered quick kisses on his manhood and thighs, sinking her fangs into the skin near his shaft and producing two holes in the fabric. Laito's breath hitched at her unexpected act, making him more aroused than ever. Retracting her fang out, she uses the sharp teeth to rip the pants apart, enabling her access to the flawless porcelain skin underneath. She hungrily licked her lips at the mark she had made, crimson blood leaking from the wound. She hurriedly lapped the flowing liquid before reentering her fang in its original hole and drawing out more of her brother's delicious blood.

Her brother let out a lengthy moan at her ministration, his whole body shivering with excitement and anticipation. At last, the female pulled away and admired her work with a red hue smeared across her cheeks. She instantly licked the dripping blood up to its opening, sealing the action with a quick kiss on his skin. [Name] proceeded to unbuckle the belt strap whilst her piercing emerald eyes seductively stared at Laito's face. The aforementioned male locked his gaze with her, watching as her hands did the job.

It didn't take the young woman a minute when she removed the belt and unzipped the pants. She moved her brother's boxer down and let his shaft free from its confines. Laito's manhood sprung from the underwear, almost hitting his sister in the face. He noticed that the lavender-haired's gaze was fixated on his throbbing sex, precum already decorated along his length. He frowned at the scene. Surely, this isn't included in the seven minutes.

"My, my, Nii-san~ Are you that excited? This won't do. I have to clean you up before the seven minutes starts~"

[Name] giggled childishly, nearing her face to his cock, and licked the dripping white liquid. The redhead moaned as her tongue traveled up toward his hole, lapping away all the precum while lubricating his shaft with her saliva. Once she reached the tip, she inserted his whole penis into her mouth. The male unwittingly gasped at the sensation. The female let her tongue roam around his length before letting go. She swallowed the salty precum and licked her lips proudly, gazing at the now clean member.

"Now, let's start the main event~"

She once again, let out a giggle as she dove into his dick. [Name] first teased the male by licking only his hole. Laito grunted in pleasure while his body shuddered. A smirk played upon the lavender-haired vampire when she decided to lick his whole shaft next. Her left hand proceeded to fondle his balls while her other hand inserted two fingers into her sex.

After lubricating Laito with her saliva, the female vampire then took in his whole length, deep-throating him. Her head bobbed with every movement, trying to cover most of his cock in her mouth. She could feel his tip against the back of her mouth due to her rough thrusts. She didn't mind though; she just had to make sure she won't gag during the whole seven minutes. [Name] produced a lengthy moan once she thrust her fingers deep into her cunt which turned to vibrations with her brother's dick still in her mouth. Along with the pressure of her blowjob, this brought immense pleasure to the male. But he held the need to release.

Fast then slow. Rough then gentle. The female vampire repeated the same method that she used to pleasure herself prior. Soft pants escaped Laito's parted lips and resonated throughout the musical den. Sweat appeared on his handsome face as the minutes passed by, creating a perfect image of the devilishly sexy vampire of lust. His grip on the piano stool was tight due to the continuous pleasure and restrained release from the build-up, causing the wood to crack under his strength. Purple locks fell from [Name]'s intricately styled braid and onto her beautiful face as she constantly bobbed her head.

After a minute of sucking her brother's dick, the princess decided to tease him next. [Name] withdrew her head from his cock with a pop. She halted her actions of pleasing herself and instead admired Laito's throbbing sex, his veins popping along his length. The redhead drew in a breath once the crisp breeze blew past his manhood, making him shudder once again. He finally opened his eyes and peered at his sister with a half-lidded expression, the sweat on his face decorated his image perfectly. Both emerald jewels stared intently at each other.

[Name] could feel her dead heart skipping a beat just from that sight alone. Red smeared across both of their faces, their synchronized pants are like music to their ears. In a moment, the female's slim hand grasped Laito's shaft and gave it a slight squeeze. This earned her a mewl coming from him and she smirked smugly. She began her teasing by pumping his sex in a rather slow—almost painfully—motion. She continued her ministration; stroking him while her gleaming hues stared at his lewd expression.

"Are you quite enjoying yourself, Nii-san?"

[Name] let out an amused yet derisive chuckle. Laito could only glare at her in response, seeing that his mouth was busy producing wanton pants and soft mewls. After pumping his hardened member for another second, the lavender-tressed vampire then dove her face down unto him once again. This time, however, she swirled her tongue around the head for a few seconds, alternating between up and down and all around.

For the entirety of her act, [Name]'s gaze never left her brother's. She made sure to make eye contact with him, even though the redhead kept closing his eyelids frequently or tilting his head back from the overwhelming surge of pleasure. Purple locks were dangling freely in front of her face while others were stuck on her sweat-filled skin. Yet, despite this obscuring her vision, the vampire princess didn't let it hinder her as she executed devilishly provocative eye contact with her beloved brother. Laito could feel his skin getting goosebumps just from staring into her mesmerizing jade hues. "A-ah~!"

Laito, who had been keeping his voice down from ever producing loud noises, involuntary let out a pleasure-filled scream, arching his body and tilting his head back. A smirk played upon his dearest sister's face as she continued what she was doing—gliding her fangs lightly up and down his shaft, giving him a tingly feeling. She took notice of the male's serrated breathing, clearly becoming drained from keeping up with his punishment and controlling himself not to release. She giggled, taking her brother's cock in her mouth once again. Only this time, there'll be no more teasing—only pleasure.

The vampire princess bobbed her head at an inhumane speed, her lavender tresses going astray from the intricately styled braid. Her left hand fondled his balls at the same time, her speed never going down even a bit. She made sure that she goes deep, the tip of his member repeatedly poking at the back of her mouth whilst her remaining appendage stroked the area where she can't reach. Laito's moans increased in volume and quantity, feeling completely obliterated by the continuous strew of immense pleasure.

The piano stool he sat on broke even further; its sharp-edged splinters dug deep into the redhead's pale skin, red liquid trickling down from his wounds. He harshly bit his bottom lip, once again drawing out blood. Laito never felt this much pleasure before, and yet, he was already addicted to it. His whole body trembled with beads of sweat rolling down across all parts of his exposed skin. He never thought that restraining his need to release would instead bring forth even more pleasure from the build-up. "A-ah~! More~! More~! Take me even further~ Little Vixen~!"

The way that Laito moaned out the girl's favored pet name made her speed up. Liquids were already flowing out from her entrance, pooling down her thighs and staining the marble floor with her womanly juices. Her nipples were already hard and perky as her breasts bounced with every movement. She moved her hand away from her brother's member and inserted three fingers inside her cunt whilst her thumb rubbed circles on her clit vigorously.

Both of them knew that the time was almost up, and hence the reason why the vampire princess decided to halt her teasing. As much as she enjoyed tormenting her dear brother, she wanted him to lose this punishment so she could conduct further abuse to him and his body. Ah~ Just the thought of Laito writhing in both pain and pleasure underneath her is making her aroused. She loved seeing her brothers squirming in the palms of her extreme dominance—their various reactions and expressions when she played with them were endearing.

Time seemed to slow down for both of them. Laito's cock was throbbing uncontrollably inside the female's mouth whilst she continued her ministration. They knew about what was to come, quite literally. [Name] hastened her pace and let her fingers thrust deeper inside of her, feeling her orgasm building up. For the poor redhead, he had to maintain his composure and hold on to the need to release. Loud pants and mewls echoed around the spacious music room, enveloping the two residents with their wanton noises. The vampire princess could feel her energy leaving almost immediately; her actions—caused by fatigue—becoming sloppy and slow.

Minutes passed by. Then seconds. There is only a small gap of time left before the punishment finishes. Fueled by determination, [Name] resumed her vigorous action as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Laito, who was faring well to restrain himself prior, drew in a sharp breath from the newfound energy his sister accumulated. He gritted his teeth in annoyance and tightly shut his eyes as another wave of extreme pleasure washed through his entire body.

Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One...

"AAAH~!"

They both screamed at the same time in complete bliss. Laito had his head leaned backward and eyes rolled at his release. His fedora was long gone from his head and was now discarded and forgotten on the marble floor below. [Name] had already removed her head from her brother's cock and rested against his thigh. Their bodies quaked from the high they just reached not too long ago, the remnants of their orgasm lingered still in them, making them efficiently sensitive.

Juices squirted out from the female's core, pooling down her thighs and staining more of the marble. Her whole face was covered in sweat as random strands of hair stuck on her skin. The slim fingers she had used to pleasure herself were coated with her liquid, the appendage was lying on the cold floor tiredly. [Name] had trouble keeping her eyes open and soon fluttered close, trying her very best to regain her breath from the strenuous activity.

Once Laito had calmed down from his climax, he let his eyes wander upon his exhausted sister. He smiled, removing his injured hand from the stool, and gently patted her soft tresses. His member was still throbbing as cum squirted out his hole while some dripped down from the sides. He knew he had successfully passed the punishment—after all, he came a second after the designated time. It was quite challenging if he were to admit it. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the entirety of their time and is now excited about his reward.

They both took a few moments to regain their energy to continue with the next event. [Name] carefully stood up from the ground, unvexed by the mess all over her body—wrinkled and stained uniform, legs dripping with her cum, sweaty exposed skin, and disheveled hair. She had a half-lidded expression on as she faced her brother, a small delighted smile soon present on her face. Laito also stood up from his seat, taking a few steps towards the female and then wrapping his slender arms around her figure.

The siblings shared an embrace for a few seconds before the redhead pulled back, still keeping a proximity between them. They stared into each other's eyes, observing their reflection in the pools of their beloved. Laito used his right hand to caress his sister's cheek, leaning into her face after for another passionate kiss. [Name] eagerly returned the kiss with equal passion, her hands finding themselves in his ochre locks once again. They both shared the intimate moment before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

"I can't believe that you were able to pull through, Nii-san."

"Ufufu~ Of course,​ Little Vixen. I'm your brother, after all."

[Name] could feel the vibrations from Laito's low chuckle. He had pressed his body close to her, resting his face against the crook of her neck to inhale the sweet, forbidden fragrance. The lavender-haired princess adjusted her head to the side, flitting her lids closed as she savored every moment. Her brother's hardened cock squeezed tight in between their heated body, just by her abdomen. Once again, the female could feel her arousal return. A smirk displayed upon the redhead's lips, his hot breath fanning against his sister's flawless skin.

"I do believe that I earned a prize, dear sister~"

"Of course, of course~ I won't forget about that, brother dear."

[Name] chuckled lightheartedly. She shifted her right hand from his silky tresses to his pale face, guiding his head up to face her. The two both locked gazes, green reflected in each of their pools. Soon, both of her hands found their way unto her brother's arms, once again guiding his appendages towards her fleshy ass. Laito didn't hesitate to squeeze her bottom, his left hand sneakily inching toward her hole.

"How about this? As your reward, I belong to you for the entirety of the day—you can do anything you want to me; make me your plaything. After all, it is very rare for me to become one's possession. Make me yours. Assert the dominance that you had hidden for so long."

She pulled her brother closer to her, leveling her wet core on top of the redhead's throbbing manhood. Her delicate, exposed breasts were pressed tightly against his broad chest. With Laito's hands still on her ass, she gently lifted both of her legs and wrapped them around her brother's waist. The redhead instantly knew the gesture, and whilst carrying her weight, a smirk played upon his face at her invitation. He took a step forward until they were pressed against the piano. The older carefully placed the princess on the piano keys, unperturbed by the cacophony of notes being emitted. He doesn't care about anything else. As long as he can have his way with his lovely sister, he couldn't ask for more.

The girl pulled her brother's head forward, and both of her hands found their way back to weave into his ochre locks. Once the boy was leaning against her neck, he inhaled her sweet aroma excitedly, letting out his tongue to taste her skin. [Name] smirked, inching her mouth towards his ear as she whispered the magic words, her pink lips moving along as she spoke.

"Fuck me until I break."

"With pleasure~"

Without any warning, Laito bit into his sister. This made the girl let out an unstrained moan with pink dusting her cheeks. Smirking into her skin, the vampire continued his act while he moved his pelvis back. After aligning his throbbing member with the female's entrance, the redhead didn't hesitate to pound right in. [Name] mewled out his name with such eros, her lids immediately shutting close to further heighten her other senses. 

Skin slapping skin and their wonderful moans were the only melody reverberating inside the musical abode. Laito aggressively thrust inside his beloved sister, lifting her legs in the proceedings for deeper access. A lone moan escaped his lips at that, feeling her pussy sucking his dick more and more inside.

"Little Vixen~ You're tight."

The crimson-haired male teased, his hands sliding up and down her thighs; slowly, but surely increasing his pace. His movements were forceful and demanding at the same time, causing her to buck her hips back in a reflexive reaction. Her grip tightened around his shoulder blades.

"More, Nii-san, more! Faster, please...!"

His title rolled off her tongue so smoothly and seductively, as though it was a secret that they would be alone together forever. Just hearing her sultry voice moaning out the role predestined to him that reminded him of their taboo relationship caused his member to stiffen inside of her, his sister's warmth enveloping him deeply.

"Your wish is my command, princess~"

Laito quickly picked up speed as he continued to pump in and out of his sister. His hard length slammed into her slick passage with no hesitation or mercy, and as she felt his strong rhythm driving right deep inside her, her heart fluttered wildly in excitement. She clung onto him even tighter, the tip of her nails digging painfully into his flesh. Laito growled, his voice filled with lust and satisfaction.

"Ah, I am going to cum soon. Prepare yourself for my load, Little Vixen~"

"Mhm~"

Laito increased his pace even more and her walls rubbed against his dick with each thrust. The blood pumping inside him grew faster and more impatient, wanting nothing more than to explode in his beloved sister's sweet, wetness. He felt himself nearing the edge and his desire grew even stronger. He knew that she would also be close behind. To prolong their pleasure, he decided to use his left hand to grasp hold of her breast.

The young man started kneading her tender flesh softly with his thumb, squeezing the hard nub lightly. [Name] gasped, her eyes shooting open as the sensations overwhelmed her. The younger sibling released a high-pitched whine and arched her back, her nails digging deeper and harder into his muscular back, drawing blood through the fabric. Laito smirked evilly at the sound that escaped his beloved sister's lips. His other hand swiftly reached underneath her shirt, his fingers groping her smooth stomach. [Name]'s back trembled violently as her sensitive nipples were roughly squeezed, eliciting a loud cry from her throat.

"Nii-san... Ah!"

The princess cried out, unable to control herself. Her body stiffened and she clenched her buttocks tightly as he fucked her. She screamed and panted uncontrollably, the knot in her stomach came undone and pleasure overwhelmed her system. Yet, despite her wanton cries and convulsing body from the high, the red-haired teen continued ramming into her, enjoying the way she squeezed him inside.

"That's good... Cum for me, my darling sister~ Let yourself come undone, for it will just be the start~"

Laito spoke with a dark and husky tone as he pumped in and out of his beloved sister, enjoying every second of the exquisite sensation coursing through his body. His left hand gripped her hip as he lifted her leg to hook on his shoulder, allowing for deeper access as he mercilessly slammed against her repeatedly. [Name] could feel Laito's cock rubbing against her cervix. It was not painful, but rather pleasurable and satisfying. She writhed under him, her hips moving erratically against his hand. Laito was breathing heavily, almost panting like he was running a race, his face a bright shade of red. His mind was foggy and hazy with ecstasy; he was beyond himself. 

"Oh, fuck...!"

A loud grunt escaped from his lips as he finally came undone. He lost himself in her warmth and the scent of her perfume. [Name] followed suit shortly afterward, feeling herself releasing again just a few minutes after her first orgasm. The redhead remained on top of her, continuing to thrust deeply inside his beloved, not showing any signs of stopping.

"More! Make a mess out of me, Nii-san!"

The female demanded as she tugged his hair. Laito complied, pressing his lips on her neck before trailing kisses up towards her jawline. He peppered soft, gentle kisses all over her face; his hands roamed up her sides and then towards her ass, gripping the curves delicately. The female squirmed against her brother's touch, feeling his shaft pound her without holding back. She opened her eyes slightly. The room was shrouded in darkness, except for the dim lighting from the moon outside and the small lights embedded in the ceiling. She watched as her brother's eyes were filled with lust and desire, his gaze fixed solely on hers.

"My beautiful little sister. My dearest sibling. Let me fuck you until dawn breaks."

"Of course, Nii-san~"

The purple-haired vampire princess breathed out, her entire face flushed with pleasure and eyes clouded with nothing else but lust. The redhead smiled, giving another harsh thrust inside his sister, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body. Laito was already at his limit. The intense pounding he did earlier must've taken a toll on him. Still, his desires burned brighter than ever, and he couldn't help it. Every fiber of his being was telling him to fuck [Name] till sunrise.

The two lovers go on with their forbidden activity for several hours, and each time that they reach their climaxes, their salacious moans and wanton cries become louder and unrestrained. Even when some of the brothers decided to investigate the music room, they didn't stop. They just continued with an unexpected audience, minding their own business while providing a show for the remaining brothers to watch with envy. Of course, the others were enraged by this scandalous behavior—Reiji and Subaru for example—but none of them tried to stop them. After all, it was their dear [Name] they were dealing with here. For all they know, this might be one of her desires.

And unfortunately, even when they tried to leave, they couldn't. Their body was frozen and was unable to move, their undivided attention was on the siblings as their different colored eyes were wide open. Some of them gulp, some of them grit their teeth, and some shout profanities due to this unusual occurrence. [Name] opened her eyes once again, now meeting gazes with her other beloved brothers. Once her emerald hues caught their eyes, her pools glowed a dangerous glint. She narrowed her eyes, her gaze boring into each of them. Alas... only one word from the precious vampire princess was enough to make them submit to her demands.

"Stay."

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

🦇Diabolik lovers School facts~!🦇

Some of the information I got is from another post I made in the past ~I deleted it~ but everything was kinda messy so I decided to reorganize the information here ;v; and I added much more new information~! *First of all.. Japanese Highschools only are 3 years of study

🦇 The Highschool they go to is called Ryoutei High School Academy

🦇 The students go during Night Time

🦇 School starts at 8:00pm/20:00 Lunch Time starts at 12:00am/24:00 School finishes at approximately 2:00am/2:00 ~Stated in their 24 hours CD Drama~

🦇 They have approximately 6 hours of classes

🦇 They have Events such as the Nights Sports festival and Trips like to the Princess Land Amusement Park at Night

🦇 The School lets students of all grades participate together in school events *This explains why the Sakamaki, although in different grades, end up doing school events together

🦇 In the Sports festival CD Drama Reiji mentions that there isn’t a lot of students in their school    

🦇  The 1st version and 2nd version of the Girls School Uniform

🦇 The diaboys customize their school uniforms BUT we have seen how the 1st version actually looks like thanks to the anime. In the 2nd version we don’t have such evidence BUT they do have things in similar such as the jacket, badge thingie ;v; and scarf Some are white and others are black

🦇 Rejet once release a drawing ~As seen below~ in their official staff blog where Yuma and Azusa are going to play Dodgeball so we can assume this is the Schools P.E Uniform~

🦇 This is how the School from the outside looks like in the anime compared to how it looks like in the games

🦇 And this is how the School Classrooms looks like in the anime and game

🦇 Lastly the Library and the Music Room but these are only shown in the games and not in the anime

🦇 List of the Diaboys and what grades they go in 3rd Years - Reiji, Shu, Ruki, Kou  2nd Years - Ayato, Kanato, Laito Unknown - Carla, Shin, Kino, Azusa, Yuma, Subaru

🎵 Shu was suppose to be in University but he repeated a year

⚰️ We can assume Subaru goes in 1st Year since his official human age is 16 years old

📱 Kino once joined Reiji, Shu, Ruki and Kou in cooking classes to make donuts *Thus we can assume Reiji, Shu, Ruki and Kou go in the same classroom *Since Kou even mention that each cooking class is Reiji and Ruki fighting

🦇 Best to worst grades of the Sakamaki 1.- Reiji Sakamaki 2.- Laito Sakamaki 3.- Ayato Sakamaki 4.- Kanato Sakamaki 5.- Subaru Sakamaki (He ripped the exam) and Shu Sakamaki (He didn’t assist to do the exam) ~Stated in their Test Battle CD Drama~

🦇 From the Mukami it’s safe to assume that Ruki is First but from there on it’s unknown. Same goes for the Tsukinami and Kino.

🦇 Reiji once mentioned in a Tweet that the teachers are DONE with his brothers and just gave up hope on them xD

📱 In those same tweets it is implied that Yuuri is like a Reiji for Kino when it comes to his studies since Yuuri told Kino that he won’t let him have Unlimited Data unless his test gets good results

🦇 Carla and Shin go to special classrooms ~Stated by Carla in a Tweet and Shin in a CD Drama~

⚰️ Subaru said in a CD Drama that his school LITERALLY GAVE HIM A TORN UP UNIFORM QWQ *Thus explaining why his uniform looks torn up *Although we don’t know if this is the same case for the 2nd Ver. Uniform

🦇 In that same CD Drama Subaru and Yuma got into Detention because Subaru accidentally kicked a rock into Yuma’s vegetable garden ~he seems to have one at school~ and Yuma kicked it back but it hit the Principals Office Window xD

🎹 Laito was once suspended from School but never mentioned why even when they asked him in a Interview

📖 In Dark fate In Ruki’s Route-Heaven 1 there was a English Speech Contest to which Ruki won first place~!

🦇 In HDB in Shu’s Route-Dark prologue a Girl at school mentions that the Sakamaki Brothers are Popular in the school!

🎵 She also mentions that Shu doesn’t talk with anybody and that he is known as the Master of the Music room

👑 In a Interview Ayato mentioned that he got a pencil that he uses for tests. Just by turning the pencil it reveals the answer! Cheater~! 🍰  Kanato wants to eat in class….as he mentioned in a Tweet and He said he didn’t understand why he can’t eat during lesson time 🎤  Kou has a fangirl group in school! It’s mentioned in his Prequel Manga 

🦇 In their school they have physical strength exams! As stated in their Karl Heinz’s Room Terror CD Drama It can also be assume they have Physical health exams as well

🦇 The Sakamaki once had to make a Takoyaki Stand for school in the ‘Ultimate Takoyaki Stand’ CD Drama (As a Bonus in their GuiltyxGuilty album) and they failed horribly thanks to non other than Reiji ironically enough uwu *The reason he failed was because most of the ingredients Reiji used were from the Makai such as Eggs and an Octopus from the Makai 

If you have any other moment/fact related to their school you can share it~! QwQ

Behind locked doors (1/2)

Pairing: Reiner Braun x [gender neutral] Tybur! Reader Summary: You just want to have fun with that damn hot soldier. Tags: Forbidden relationship kinda thing / Penetration (no gendered description) / Choking / Harsh / One line of dirty talk

MASTERLIST

          Reiner quietly watched you walk around with your older brother and a few other military officers trailing behind you while the commander seemed to lead the way. He cleaned his throat, adjusting his uniform as the talk among the others faded, substituted by attempts to fix their hair or their posture. This nervousness hung in the air and crawled under their skin, making them tense up with each step you and the others took closer.

“Now,” Commander Magath said, but it was directed to you and your brother. “I want you to meet who fights for our motherland right now. I’m sure you only knew their predecessors.”

Having the Tyburs in Marley during such a moment of uncertainty and agitation was like having the hand of a deity reaching out to fix Marley’s wounds—this time, it wasn’t just a palliative and the Tybur family there for their occasional appearances to put pressure on the military and appease the population. The new agitation in Paradis was enough to have Willy Tybur bringing the War Hammer Titan into the show, and even the highest ranks in the military had no idea of their identity. As of what seemed, anyone in the present part of the family could have the titan.

Despite Willy being the head of the family, you were there, too, tagging along with your older brother everywhere. Could you be the shifter? Probably not. They wouldn’t risk you, then. Whatever your function was, no one ever provided any explanation.

Opposite to the friendly—and probably fake—smile on Willy’s face, you instead had that cold gaze. You looked all the soldiers up and down, scanning all of them. Were you also one of those people who despised Eldians? That’d be quite hypocritical, but anyone was far from caring about that.

When your gaze fell upon him, Reiner felt his breath stop in his throat, freezing at the way your eyes scanned his uniform until meeting his own. There was something in your gaze that he couldn’t quite decipher, but still made something stir inside him.

As the others talked, you kept looking around, stepping away, and darting off until Reiner felt a hand on his forearm.

“Could you perhaps show me around?” Your voice was quiet as you looked at him from under your lashes with such a gaze.

Reiner needed a couple of seconds to make sure he still had himself together before he nodded and took a step, confirming you were coming along before he started walking.

Sun shone down on the quarters and, like usual, the kids were being trained and yelled at by the instructors as they raced with all that heavy equipment, but still had unwavering determination. The voices started becoming evident according to how the two of you approached them, the screams and cheers turning into actual words.

“I see there’s a training going on.” You observed the kids, eyebrows knitted together.

“They’re the candidates to be the next warriors for Marley,” Reiner explained plainly as he walked a few steps after you, his hands clasped behind his back. “They’ve been on intense training ever since being chosen.”

“I see,” you mumbled, raising your eyebrows and resuming the blank face you had on now and then. It wasn’t easy to read. Still, Reiner didn’t try to think too much about it, only following as you made your way around a building, heading over to the back of it.

A few trees littered the area, which had a wall limiting it. There weren’t even windows on the back of the quarters; there was nothing to see, hence it wasn’t even a guarded place, really, only with occasional rounds. Reiner was about to let you know about it when the words died on his tongue and his back met the wall, knocking some air from his lungs.

Reiner’s eyes widened as he looked at you, your hands tight around the lapel of his uniform jacket’s lapel as you pinned him to the wall. Your eyes observed him with a new air now, with actual interest.

“You’re a strong guy, Mr soldier,” you mumbled, “nothing that one wouldn’t expect from the Armor himself. Also, quite...” The words trailed into silence as your eyes went from his face to his chest and down.

Reiner wanted to say something, but the most he could do was clean his throat and inhale.

“You don’t have that pride the others have.” You blinked, that piercing gaze finding out more than he wished to let anyone else know. Whatever you muttered next sounded too unclear, but it didn’t matter once your lips pressed to his.

          The dinner with the Tyburs meant reinforced guard. Reiner and Galliard were around just in case. Galliard was outside, but Reiner continued in the dining room because he ‘had a feeling’, standing there with the other guards as he observed all those people sit and eat as if they were worth something more than him and his comrades just because of the blood that ran in their veins.

Unlike Willy, you didn’t talk a lot, only making additional comments whenever you considered needed, but your voice was still too quiet for Reiner to catch on anything, as much as he tried to. Why did he care, anyways?

Reiner left the dining room after all of those people did. If it were a while ago, he would be mentally judging their careless manners while watching their back, but now, things were just so confusing after being confronted with everything he had learned in Paradis that his mind was just blank. He only kept absentmindedly walking until suddenly pulled into a room.

Fuck, was Eren there to get his hands on the Marley Titans? Reiner couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but he knew full well that the soft hand that rested upon his lips preventing him from screaming was too soft to be from an officer or any sort of fighter in general, so it couldn’t be that bad, right?

The hand slowly slipped off Reiner once he relaxed his shoulders, and the only stripe of light that entered the room slowly vanished into nothing once the door closed and the lock clicked. His breath was slow as he observed it, but it caught in his throat again the moment the lights turned on and he saw you standing there in that office that even he didn’t know who it belonged to. You observed Reiner up and down, and just that was enough to send a shiver down his body.

Were you expecting him to say something? Did Reiner need to do anything right now?

“I didn’t think you would...” Reiner’s voice sounded too loud in that small room.

You just pushed yourself back, sitting on top of the desk, pushing some stuff to the side to open some space. “It’s rare finding some guy like you. Good looking, tall, strong...” You mumbled, scanning Reiner again, and bit down on your lip. “Hot. And I always have my family on my tail preventing me from having whatever I want because ‘a Tybur can’t risk anything in this world’. What’s wrong with me having fun right now that they’re not so focused on me?”

A smile showed up on your face as you spread your legs and Reiner immediately took that as an invitation, stepping closer to stand between them. His breath hitched in his throat a little when your arms wrapped around his neck, your face just centimeters away from his, again.

Reiner’s heart was beating so loud that he wondered if you could hear it, in that small, muffled room.

“Come on, soldier,” you whispered, pulling Reiner closer. “You got all that size for nothing?”

          Reiner’s hand was clasped over your mouth to try and prevent the sounds from escaping it every time his hips would meet your ass, slamming inside you just deliciously as he had you bent over that office’s table. Your knuckles were white around the table’s edge and some stuff that previously rested on it was now scattered on the ground.

The hand Reiner had around your hip sank deeply into the skin, holding firmly enough to make you believe you’d have bruises to hide later.

“Can you imagine... if someone saw us right now?” Reiner breathed in your ear, adjusting his hand over your mouth—the way you drooled had made it damp. “A spoiled Tybur being fucked like this by a filthy Eldian and enjoying it?” He breathed a chuckle then moaned when a specific thrust reached just the right spot inside you, making your eyes roll back into your head as you clenched tightly around him.

The idea Reiner put in your mind stirred something inside you, making you quiver under him and become whinier, all summed up to the way he kept thrusting exactly in that angle that made you clench and go weak. You could feel your release approaching but you doubted he would stop just because of an orgasm since he had made sure to already give you one while only preparing you.

“Damn,” Reiner’s breath was hot against your neck, as hot as his body pressing to yours just fine, his chest pressed to your back and brushing against it as he moved. The same chest you had your mouth all over just a while ago.

Reiner’s hand went from your hip to your ass, squeezing the skin as if testing it before his palm met it in a sharp slap that snatched a high-pitched sound from your lips, muffled into his fingers. He groaned, trailing down to grope on your thigh as he kept thrusting, only making a brief pause so he could hook his hand under your knee to bring your leg up; his other hand let go of your face so he could wrap his arm around your torso instead, keeping you bend over the desk.

The new position created a different frame for him to fuck into, allowing Reiner to reach that same spot easier, and it just snatched that orgasm from you in a matter of seconds. Reiner’s name among other babbling spilled from your lips in a string of moans as he hissed, trying to contain himself while keeping moving his hips, feeling you throb around him so nice and good.

“Ah, fuck,” Reiner cursed. He pulled away, ignoring your whine at the emptiness as he helped you turn over to lie with your back on the desk, practically manhandling you.

You were barely used to it when Reiner already had a hand holding your leg up by your thigh to push back into you, cock throbbing as it met that delicious warmth and tightness of your insides once again. He looked at you and the light makeup that once decorated your eyes was now smudged, leaving behind the trails that the tears made—and kept making—on your face due to simply how good he was able to make you feel.

Reiner couldn’t handle it, taking a deep breath as his hand took hold of your neck, holding around it just enough to give you that extra sparkle of pleasure, and he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. He gave his best in those last thrusts, not caring about how the desk under the two of you even rocked a little with his movements. His index finger and thumb sank under your jaw by each side of it to keep your head down and give him the best look of your face when you felt him finishing inside you, his thrusts turning shallow as he rode down from his high.

No disgust laced your face, no—you pressed your eyes shut and bit on your lip while muffling a groan. “Ah, shit,” you mumbled, voice still weak, your moan coming out high-pitched when Reiner slowly pulled off you. He clicked his tongue, observing the cum drip out of your hole while he muttered something under his breath.

Reiner took hold of your jaw, turning your head towards his so he could give you another kiss, slowly easing you down as well. His thumb ran along your cheek in a light touch, hand eventually going down to caress the back of your neck in a soothing motion.

“You good?” Reiner whispered between kisses, still a little out of breath.

You could just nod in response, eyes barely open as you observed him. He smiled a little bit, sighing as he held onto your waist; his touch was now light and comforting, almost as if he weren’t the same person who was deep into you seconds ago. That was exactly what you needed, whatsoever.

“Very,” you finally muttered in response as your arms snaked around his neck.

⋆｡‧₊°꧁ ༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ ꧂‧₊˚.⋆

PART TWO

❝𝙑𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙐𝙍.ᐟ❞

HUSBAND!A. ARLERT + F. READER + E. YEAGER, F, FORSTER & L. ACKERMAN

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; armin had no idea his wife was such a…whore but he’s just as bad because he likes to watch it.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; smut like fr fr, degradation, cuckholding, cheating, foursome…?, masterbating, voyerism, everyone is just horrible if we’re being fr

You were the perfect little wife for Armin. Always at home cleaning, cooking and doing your best to satisfy him once he got home from a long day of fighting titans. He loved the sight of you asleep on the couch after staying up late waiting for him. He loved the food you set aside for him because he was running late. He loved the talks of having a small family with you.

Armin loved you and he loved all that you do for him and he thought he knew you best in the world. He thought he knew your every move, your every thought and what you did when he wasn’t home. Well he had an idea of what you did and the answer certainly was not anything he had been expecting.

See, one night, Armin had come home pretty late. Later than usual he was the last one to get off shift and he expected you to be fast asleep in your shared bed so of course he was being quiet when entering the house. He toed his shoes off by the door and tip-toes through the house to the bedroom to find the door creaked open just a tad bit. Upon peering through this crack, he was faced with a sight that nothing could’ve prepared him for.

His best friend, Eren, in bed with you, his lovely housewife. The two of you were facing the door, your face was shoved into the mattress and eren, I guess he was too focused on your body to even look at the door. Any normal person seeing this would’ve walked in and stopped it or left but no, Armin stayed and stared at the scene with furrowed brows.

“Aw look at you, falling apart under me when you’re supposed to be waiting for Armin to come home.” Eren muttered into your ear as he forced your head down into the mattress. You didn’t say anything and just groaned loudly into the messy sheets as you continued to push your nails into the mattress to stop you from falling off the edge.

Eren’s hand held onto your hip tightly, digging his short nails into your flesh while carelessly thrusting in and out of your warmth. “Seems like someone’s not doing his job correctly huh?” The male above you laughed but you let out a whine and lifted your face from the bed.

Armin could finally see how ruined your face was. Your eyes were red and leaking tears that seemed never ending but it didn’t seem like you were in pain, you looked like you were enjoying it. Every single part of it. “Don’t say that…” You babbled trying to turn your head and look at Eren but you didn’t have enough strength to.

Armin felt his pants getting tighter at the scene and didn’t know what to do. He kept looking at the scene as if he couldn’t look away, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he watched you try and form words. “What? Don’t want me to talk about my friend while I’m fucking you?” Eren asked with a grin and sobs escaped your mouth while you put your face back in the bed.

Small moans came from Armin's mouth as he couldn’t resist himself and began to palm himself through his pants. “…I really love Armin. I do.” You sobbed and Eren laughed at you again. Grabbing you by your hair, he pulled you up to his chest. “If you did then maybe it’d be him instead of me.” The dark-haired man whispered to you as you mewled loudly.

Eren didn’t say anything as you continued to sob while the tip of Eren’s cock hit your cervix over and over as he bullied his way into your soaking cunt. His hand that was in your hair traveled to your neck and held you close to him as he continued to fuck you while you did nothing but moan. “Feels good…” The moans slipped past your wet lips like nothing and they held nothing.

There was nothing in that head other than the dick you were getting and you didn’t care what you said. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you breathed heavily feeling your stomach tighten. Pleasure rushed over you faster than you could ever predict and you came hard. All over eren.

He pushed you back down on the bed as long and heavy breaths left his chest but he wasn’t done. “Should I come inside huh?” Eren asked as you tried to catch your breath. “Yeah…please. I want it.” This time your moans were pleads, desperate attempts at trying to convince Eren to give you what you want. It made Armin get closer to his release just hearing it and watching it.

“Fuck…” Eren groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he came close to the edge but he had other plans for you. “Sorry. Whores don’t get what they want.” He said harshly as he pulled out and came on your back making your body jolt at the unexpected feeling. Whines continued to leave your mouth as you complained about being empty but Eren didn’t seem to care and neither did Armin. He cared very little about what you were saying and instead what you looked like.

He couldn’t believe it but Armin liked what he was seeing. He should’ve been mad, he should’ve been yelling at the both of you but he didn’t just moan quietly as he came in his pants. Armin never thought he’d be a voyeur to his wife and his childhood friend but he didn’t mind being one.

He never brought it up to you after. You had no clue that he even knew and life was just the same as always but Armin wanted more. He wanted to look at more and he wanted to see more so of course the logical thing to do was to tell you that he had to leave for work earlier but just stay home the entire time.

Armin would wake you up at the crack of dawn and tell you he was leaving and then hide out in the bathroom until Eren came over and once he left and you were distracted, then armin would leave for work. It was surprising that you never suspected anything or found out but that just meant he could carry on with doing it.

There was a day he was doing it and he was hiding out in the bathroom waiting for you and eren to walk into the bedroom but it never came. Armin got confused and crept out of the bathroom and into the hallway hopefully so no one could see him and there you were.

On the couch but your usual partner wasn’t there and instead, there was Floch. He was between your legs which were being held open by being placed on his shoulders and of course, you were blinded by pleasure. Eyes glued shut and your mouth wide open with drool leaking from the side of your mouth and those promiscuous sounds coming with it.

Armin’s blue eyes were awfully wide at the scene, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Just how many of his friends were you fucking? Armin felt like he should say something now, that he should do something but he didn’t and he remained in his hidden and crouched position to watch. He watched this for nearly an hour and had cummed in his pants multiple times.

Your hands were entangled in Floch’s head of brown hair which was being squished by your thighs. “Uhn…c’mon just let me…” You pleaded looking down at him with watery eyes. He’s been eating you out for probably an hour by now and all you’ve been doing is begging to ride him. You just couldn’t take anymore of his torture to your clit.

Floch’s head rose from your crotch as you pulled on his hair “Is that what you want? I remember you calling me and saying that this is what you wanted.” He asked with a low tone as his hands came to your inner thigh to spread your legs further. Armin was mentally begging Floch to move out the way so he could see it, so he could see how wet you were from being eaten out for so long. “Well I really want to ride you now.” You said, batting your wet eyelashes at him.

Floch didn’t say anything and just smiled at you “Gotta give her what she wants right?” Said Floch before delivering one last long lick to your soaking and irritated cunt making a shiver run up your spine. He leaned back against the rest of the couch finally giving Armin the scene he wanted to look at so badly. Your poor pussy was soaking and throbbing, probably just wanting something inside.

Jerking off to the sight of you, deep down Armin felt bad. He should’ve confronted you, maybe he should’ve been hurt by your cheating but he couldn’t feel anything more than pleasure and his jeans rubbing against his clothed cock when he looked at this.

Floch pulled his boxers down and waited for you to do what you wanted. Positioning yourself above him, you made eye contact with Floch before you began to lower yourself on his cock. The wet sounds of him stretching you out were the only noises in the room as you tried your hardest not to let out the loud moans you were holding inside.

“Stop trying to act like you’re not a whore. Fucking moan.” Floch said, grabbing hold of your jaw and pulling you close to his face. You fully sunk into his cock and let out a small noise at the feeling of him rubbing against your fleshy walls. Floch narrowed his eyes at you before meeting you with a nasty open-mouthed kiss.

Grinding your hips felt so good that you couldn’t stay silent anymore “Fuck…feels good.” You moaned, breaking the kiss and sitting up straight. Floch just watched below you as you began to bounce on his cock with those stupid loud ass moans slipping from your lips that never seemed to close. Your tits bounced in front of his face and he reached up and grabbed one making your back arch and your whimpers louder.

Armin’s eyes were locked on your tits as well, he wished you knew he was here because then he could moan as much as he wanted. A hand clamped over his mouth as an attempt to silence himself “Oh my fucking god…” The blonde moaned to himself as he felt himself cumming all over again. His cum from his previous orgasms were still all over his hand and he didn’t care, he wanted more. He couldn’t just sit there with a hard on all over again while you bounced up and down chasing your own orgasm.

Your palms slapped down on Floch’s chest trying to steady yourself as you felt yourself cumming. It was too easy for you to get to that point after about an hour of being tortured with oral and it wasn’t hard for Floch either. He was surprised he didn’t cum in his pants during that entire time he was giving you head. “Fuck keep going.” The brunette said, giving you a harsh slap to your ass as you started to slow down as you were just on the edge.

“‘M sorry just lemme cum…” You mewled not caring about anything but cumming. Floch smiled and chuckled at your words “Eren’s so mean to you isn't he? Never giving you what you want.” He said to you but it seemed like you weren’t listening, you just wanted to cum so badly.

Floch was much nicer than Eren was…maybe it was because he wanted you so bad long before you even noticed him. Or maybe Eren was just incredibly mean as he thought he was superior to the other guys you fucked. I mean he’s your husband’s best friend…he should get special treatment.

Once Floch came and his cum flooded your cunt, you immediately came with a yelp “Fuck, oh my—!” You yelled digging your nails into his chest as you squirted all over Floch’s pelvis.

Armin squeezed his eyes shut as he came all on his hand once again staining his pants with his cum along with it. He breathed heavily while trying to catch his breath then he realized where he was and rushed back to the bedroom and pushed his back against the door after silently closing it. His gaze transferred to his lap and saw how much of a mess he made all over himself.

He’d have to clean that up before he went to work. Armin wonders if you’d notice an extra pie of pants that just happened to be cum-stained in the dirty clothes basket…

The next time something happens, Armin truly doesn’t know what to expect or whom to expect but it didn’t stop him because just like before, he waited. Yet no one came into the bedroom and he wasn’t worried or anything, he knew the destination of your unloyal acts must be the couch again. So just like with Floch, he crept out carefully and looked toward the living room and wouldn’t you have it? There you were.

However…you weren’t with Eren nor were you with Floch, you were with Levi. His boss. Now this surprised Armin. Out of everyone that knew about you and knew you, Levi seemed to be the one that did not like you. Levi always complained when you used to come to the corps to give Armin things that he had forgotten to grab in the morning.

He truly seemed to dislike you and had written you off as a distraction for Armin. Well, maybe not. At least now Armin knows the real reason why you acted so…nervous when Levi was brought up in his usual recaps of work. He always thought it was just because Levi didn’t hide his feelings of disliking you but again, he was wrong.

Levi was sitting on the couch while you sat on your knees on the floor between his spread legs and similar to the other two times Armin had seen you, your eyes were moist with tears that you were unable to hold back from falling on your cheeks. “What? You can’t do it anymore?” Levi asked, holding a leash tight that was connected to that choker around your neck.

“No, I can…but—“ “But what?” Levi asked, interrupting you and making you lower your head, refusing to make eye contact with him. You didn’t say anything, not a word and reached your hand up to grab at his bare leg once more before lowering your mouth on his cock.

Each time Armin comes across these scenes, he never knows what to do or what to think. He doesn’t know if he should be mad but then again if he was mad…who would he be mad at? You? His friends and co-workers? Maybe even himself for just watching and not lifting even a finger to do anything more than be a filthy animal and stroke his cock at the sight.

A thought about you being unfaithful never even crossed his mind before, especially not in a case with multiple people. But even if it did, he’d never thought he’d like it. “I’m supposed to be at work but I came here. Because some brat needed me.” Levi insulted you despite enjoying the action himself. He loved feeling your throat closing around his cock just as much as you loved choking around it.

He was just as into it as you were. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and down the length of Levi that couldn’t fit into your mouth. Your watery eyes continued to make eye contact with the older man, batting your eyelashes at him hoping he’ll give you what you want after you satisfy him. When it came to Levi, you always had to earn it.

He groaned from above you even letting out small moans. You took your mouth off of him and Armin silently groaned, throwing his head back at the sight of your mouth hanging open. Your hand wrapped around Levi and you began to jerk him off rapidly to get him closer to his breaking point. Levi didn’t say anything, not a word and only groaned and breathed through his mouth heavily.

“If I let you cum, will you let me?” You asked quietly as you squeezed your legs together wanting nothing more than the feeling between them to come undone and be relieved. “Suddenly you make the decisions?” Levi asked, looking down at you as his head was thrown back over the edge of the couch. With a shrug of your shoulders, you blinked away your gaze from Levi. “I don’t. I’m asking.” You muttered slowing the pace of your hand down which obviously did not sit well with Levi.

His grasp on the leash tightened and he nearly choked you with how he pulled it. Not to bring you any closer, but to tell you to shut up. The Ackerman was quick to shove your head back on his cock and you were quick to begin sucking once more like a trained dog.

Armin couldn’t stop watching how Levi put you in your place so quickly. It reminded him of Floch and Eren. They all seemed to talk to you awful with no regards for your feelings whatsoever, is that what you like? Is that what Armin should do to you? Now he wants to more than ever. He loves you to bits but right now all he wants to do is cum on your body and refuse to give you what you want. Maybe if you ask nicely he will.

Levi bucked his hips up as his orgasm came and his cum deeper into your mouth in thick ropes. You pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed all of it but you barely had a second to open your mouth and show him that you had because he pulled the leash once more and kissed you roughly. His chapped lips meet your moist and plump ones as you sit there waiting for yours.

Armin still didn’t get why he seemed to enjoy this so much but at this point, he didn’t care anymore. He carried on his life as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been a bystander in his own wife’s pleasure because he didn’t care. He came home, kissed you, ate dinner just like normal and never said a word and neither did you. You didn’t suspect a single thing about the blonde.

Your precious Armin who you claimed to love so dearly. You couldn’t imagine that he would ever come across something like that and not say a word. You were so in the dark about what was going on that Armin could smile about it. It turned him on more because you had no idea.

But there was something that had bothered Armin quite a bit. After seeing Levi and you together in the living room, he hadn’t come across you and anyone else at all. You were by yourself at home since then minding your little business. He didn’t know why but he was a bit confused although he went back to his normal routine before all of this.

His feelings of concern were soon put aside when close to the end of his shift, he was informed that Eren had left. Armin assumed that Eren had come over to your place for you but he questioned why he’d choose right now out of everything? Armin could easily walk in on the two of you…oh whatever, it’s not like Armin wouldn’t enjoy it.

When he got home, he made sure to be quiet when taking off his shoes and putting everything by the door. There was not a sign of anyone in the living room or kitchen and there were sounds coming from the bedroom and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on but…when Armin went to the door and peeked through the door that he had opened a bit, he was shocked.

Eren was there but it wasn’t just him. Floch was there and so was Levi. They were all there on the bed using you to their pleasure and you had been blindfolded. Armin had no idea the other two even left work but he wasn’t complaining. The sight was one that immediately put a tent in his pants.

You were facing Eren who was at the head of the bed, his hand on the back of your head forcing his cock further down the wet cave that was your throat making it so sore. Levi was fucking you from behind with his hands gripping your hips tight. He was the only thing keeping you from falling flat on the bed and Floch, he was at your side just touching all over you as you jerked him off. It seemed like he couldn’t wait for his turn with you.

You were so whorish…dressed in the lingerie that Armin had bought you. That’s if you can even say that because the only part you had on was the panties that seemed to be pulled to the side. A blindfold covered your eyes completely leaving your only senses to be touch and sound and you were making a lot of sounds.

The hand that wasn’t trying to pleasure Floch was gripping Eren’s tan thigh digging crescent shaped indents in his leg. Armin squeezed his eyes at that, you did that to him too. He liked when he would get ready for work and see the marks you left on his lightly freckled thigh. Fuck, he wanted to be involved so bad. He needed to.

“Mhfm!” Your shouts were muffled as you clawed at Eren’s leg while his bush of untamed pubes pressed against your nose. He looked down at you almost annoyed that you had to breathe and took your mouth off his cock. A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his length as you breathed heavily. However your peace was short-lived as you were flung forward into Eren by one of Levi’s particularly strong thrusts.

Yeager's hand found its way to your neck and pulled you away from his body “Can’t do anything right can you? Only chasing another orgasm.” Eren said looking past your teary face and how despite being insulted, you were throwing your ass back on Levi’s pelvis matching his strokes. “Yeah stop being so lazy.” Floch muttered with an evil grin on his face matching eren’s as he placed his hand on top of yours to speed up your pace.

“How are you a whore and lazy? Just don’t mix.” Eren said, watching as you began to kiss down his length with a frown. “M’ not.” You muttered sadly and a yelp came from your throat when Levi’s hand came down fast and hard on the side of your thigh. “You’re here with us when you’re supposed to be waiting for your stupid husband. You are a whore.” Levi muttered to you as you felt tears burning in the back of your eyes again.

Taking your mouth away from Eren, your frown deepened “Don’t call him that…” You said but no more words came out of your mouth as Floch grabbed your hair and shoved your mouth down on his cock replacing your hand. “What? Don’t tell me you love him?” The brunette said looking down at you as you choked around him. You nodded to the best of your ability and Armin saw that.

He knows he shouldn’t believe what you’re saying because if you loved him then you wouldn’t be doing something like this. You wouldn’t be cheating but he wouldn’t be enjoying it either if he was a good husband. Armin couldn’t help but feel amazing at you defending him.

He forgot where he was for a moment and mined softly while jerking himself off. He leaned his head forward to rest against the wall but he missed and leaned against the door, opening it further and revealing himself with a creak. All eyes except for yours snapped to him and he felt it and his blue eyes opened.

The blonde burned with embarrassment, he didn’t know what to do and stayed silent. “Look babe, it’s Armin.” Floch said, patting your cheek lightly as you seemed to panic at the silence wondering what had happened. Not like you could say anything with your mouth stuffed.

“You’re enjoying this huh?” Eren asked, looking at his friend and his eyes drifting down slightly to Armin’s cock still up in his hand. “Why don’t you keep watching? We’re having too much fun to stop.” Eren said, tilting his head over to the armchair that was in the corner of the room closest to the bed. Armin didn’t say anything and sat in the chair silently as if it was any regular day and the other men treated it as such.

Floch threw his head back with a moan as he came down your throat finally allowing you to take your mouth off him. You swallowed his cum and laid your head on Eren’s lap with your head turned to Armin whether you knew it or not. You just felt his presence there. Armin breathed heavily as he jerked himself off rapidly looking at you and watching how your body moved forward with every thrust Levi gave you.

“Tch. She’s a slut, acts like she doesn’t get shit.” Levi said making eye contact with the blue-eyed man who seemed like he was on the edge. Bucking his hips in the air as he moaned gently but he didn’t say anything and just looked back at you. “I really do—fuck—love you Armin.” You said between your promiscuous noises while arching your back feeling yourself cumming all over Levi’s length.

Armin moaned loudly, his back arching like yours, as he came onto your face. Some landing on your tongue from your open mouth spilling stupid mewls of wanting more. “I love you too baby.” He said with low eyes. Fuck he enjoyed this too damn much, he wanted it to happen again.

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Costume Party

Pairing: Peter B. Parker X Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with some Plot, Exhibitionism, Praise, Mask-Kink, Protected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fingering, Pining.

Summary: At a costume party you run into a guy with a very impressive Spider-Man costume....He seems familiar...

A/N: So, I am not ashamed to admit it! I think Peter B is hot and needs more fics about him. For this story MJ and Peter are divorced. If you enjoyed this Halloween themed Fic, please checkout my Halloween Fic with Miguel here.

Word Count: 6,245 (Not edited very well, sorry)

“I can't believe how crowded this place is, it’s not even Halloween yet?” 

You shout in the crowded bar filled with an array of costume-clad people. It was a week before Halloween and people were already out and about getting the Halloween festivities into full swing. Your friend Bea laughs at your remark.

“Well some people are trying to get the most out of their costumes, it's no fun you only get one night to enjoy it.”

“Like Mallory?” pointing your finger to the dance floor you see your friend Mallory dressed as an amazing Jason Voorhees tearing it up on the dance floor drawing in a crowd. Let's just say Mallory takes Halloween very seriously. 

Taking a moment just to appreciate your friend Bea breaks the silence, “Never thought I would see Jason twerking…” 

“You have to love her enthusiasm” you respond hypnotized by the slight. 

“Well Kitty Cat, I think Jason could use a dancing partner and Barbie is just the right person. Are you going to join us?” Bea dressed as cowgirl Barbie begins to dance over to Mallory as she keeps her eyes on you for your answer. 

“You two go for it, I'm going to walk around, maybe get some fresh air..” 

With that Bea gives you a nod and starts dancing with Mallory, rewarding you with the image of Barbie dancing with Jason Voorhees. Not being much for dancing you start walking around the party and watching the different costume-clad people having fun and interacting. There are Vampires, Werewolves, Nurses, disgraced celebrities, and ghouls galore! Costumes ranged from professional cosplayer level to a dude in a Spider-Man tee shirt and a plastic mask. No judgment though you went the basic route with your costume going as a sexy kitty, a costume that Mallory had loaned you from her vast collection. 

Mallory being the Halloween fanatic had invited you and Bea to this costume party at a popular club and with it being October, of course, it was a costume party. Not minding too much you had Mallory pick out a costume for you and off to the club you went. 

In all honesty, you needed a party to attend, work was starting to stress you out due to your boss being well a dick. Now three hours in the club is in full swing, the crowded floor and booming music all though enjoyable was starting to give you a slight headache. So needing to find a way to soothe your headache you decide to go outside to get some first air. 

Pushing your way through the club you find a backside door. Perfect! Haphazardly swinging it open, you hear a smack followed by a low groan. Quickly stepping out in the cool night air you see a guy in a very impressive Spider-Man costume rubbing his hand over his nose. Shit- 

Feeling guilty you rush over apologizing profusely, “Oh, I am so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Why are you swinging doors open so-” The masked man quickly stops mid-sentence looking at you in what seems to be a surprise, you can only assume due to the mask covering his face, but the white lenses grow wide looking at you so it tipped you off. Clearing his throat he finally looks away before speaking, “I’m fine don’t worry about it”

“Well I feel bad I smacked you pretty hard, is it broken?” You try reaching for the mask to lift it but he quickly holds his hands up moving away and stopping you. 

“I’ve taken worse hits, it’s no big deal really” He lifts his mask and reveals his lips and the tip of his nose. “See, not even bleeding,” he says with a slight smile. 

Woah, diggin the scruff there my guy, plus that cute smile? You couldn’t help yourself from blushing slightly. He lowers his mask again, seeming to be leaving but you interject. “Um Wait, I still feel bad! Maybe I can buy you a drink? To make up for my reckless door opening?” 

He seems to think for a moment, rubbing his hand on his chin. Watching as he eyes you for a moment, you can't see his eyes but you have a feeling he is talking to you all in. Adjusting your skirt you give a sweet smile trying to persuade him. 

“You're not going to hit me again, are you? kitty?”

The playful pet name has you biting your bottom lip quickly. Okay, flirt. Not knowing the way that costume is showing off his arms, the playful teasing, or maybe it's the mask but you're intrigued by him.  

 “Not unless you give me a reason too” you playfully say, opening the door and turning back for him to follow you in.  

“Well I will tread carefully then,” he follows closely behind you. 

Making your way with Spider-Man in tow, you push past all the different ghouls. Finally making your way to the bar you hand him a menu looking through one yourself. “Just try to steer away from the top shelf please.” 

This gets a laugh out of him as he leans against the bar, something about his laugh seemed familiar in a way but you couldn't place it. “I thought you were making up for hitting me with a door?” 

“I am, but you didn't bleed, if you had bled you could have gotten top shelf.” You tease and it causes him to laugh more, you're kinda surprised by yourself flirting with a random stranger but there is something about him that you just can't help it. The bartender finally makes their way over to you two, inquiring about your orders. Spidy orders an Old-fashioned while you order a Sbagliato, you can’t let him drink alone now, could you? 

Receiving your drinks you two sip and start chatting, common small talk, but both of you dance around the obvious question ‘What's your name’. Lost in the conversation you're just drinking the tall man in. Two things circle your mind as he talks; One you're really into the way his lips curl against the glasses rim and two his costume is really impressive now that you look at it closer. 

Spider-Man, New York's favorite hero, has become one of the most popular costumes. They ranged from kids' costumes to adults and even offered a sexy Lady Spider costume that you have seen a few times tonight. But this guy's costume was impressive. Not only did it look high quality, but it was like it was designed just for him to show off his assets. Was he completely jacked? No, but those strong arms and solid chest still had you blushing.

“I like your costume, Spider-Man he's a good one” This catches his attention and he looks towards you before responding. “You don’t think it's a bit…Overdone?” 

You chuckle “Maybe, But I'm dressed as a sexy kitty. I can't exactly judge someone on having an overdone costume.” This causes him to laugh sliding closer to you. “Plus, your costume is really impressive, looks professional quality.” reaching over lightly brush your fingertips across the web pattern.

“Well, I like your costume, I think you pull it off well, the ears are a nice touch” he turns to look at you and you can feel your face blush from the compliment. For a moment you feel his hand slightly graze your lower back, but it's only for a second before he moves away taking a long sip of his drink. Poor thing wants to flirt but doesn't want to seem like a creep. Giving him some reassurance to the flirting you squeeze his forearm feeling his muscle. 

“So, is the mysterious guy thing a technique of yours?”

He looks at you with a crooked smirk “What do you mean?” 

“You know, the whole masked man thing? Flirting with girls but never revealing who you really are, keeping us as strangers.” 

“Are you sure we are strangers?” he quickly interjects. oh? 

“Are we not?” you inquire with a smirk, something about him is familiar but you still can't place it.  

“Well, we have been talking for a while now, I think we have at least turned to acquaintances by now.” ah, that's what he means. “Well, I usually know my acquaintances' faces.” 

He leans in more, his mask still lifted showing off his grin “Well, what's the excitement in that?” 

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Now you're not exactly sure how you ended up in a dark booth but here you are still talking to your mystery man, he was right about the excitement, it made the flirting and slight touches just a little bit better.  

“I swear if my boss wasn't riding someone's ass he would die!” throw your head in your hands, somewhere in between small talk and flirting work was mentioned and you took the chance to vent. As you are ranting you feel a finger brush against your cheek then tucking a strain of hair behind your ear. You stop talking and feel all your breath escape you, his soft touch has your heart racing. 

Sliding closer to you he's whispering in your ear “You know kitty cat, it sounds like you need some stress relief…” -oh, word? 

“Is that so? And how are you going to relieve my stress?” I ask arching my back to lean in closer

Leaning in, he plays with a strain of your hair, he's so close to you know you feel his warm breath tickling your ear. The warmth radiating off him just causes you to shudder in excitement. “I figured I could fuck you so good you forget about your job…” 

The bluntness of his comment has your skin tingling with a sudden rush. With a shaky breath you respond, “T-that's big talk For s-someone who hasn’t even kissed me yet…” 

“Well then, let me kiss you,” he gently grabs your chin and brings you closer to his lips. Feeling the heat of your body rising to a fever you lean in with half-lidded eyes lips in a slight pout waiting for him to kiss your flushed face. Even though you can't see his eyes you can see the smile stretching to his lips and the blush starting to creep across what you can see of his face. 

“Please” is all you can whimper before he gently leads his lips to yours, the kiss is slow but intense. It made your body feel like you were on fire only to be cooled by his hands sliding up your thighs to then grip your hips bringing you closer. 

One of his hands plays with the hem of your skirt before slipping under to brush gently against your ruined panties, causing a quick gasp to escape your lips. Taking his opportunity he slips his tongue past your lips allowing him to taste you, while his finger pushes harder against your clothed folds pushing the ruined fabric further against your clit. 

Breaking away from the kiss you whine breathlessly as he continues to brush against your wet cunt. “We’re in public…” 

He just smirks as he slips his finger under your underwear running his long finger over your dripping slit, this causes a sudden moan to rip through you,  “shh, I know, your going to have to be quiet, there are other people around kid..” his honeyed voice teases as he continues to slowly push his finger in to curl into you. 

Shaking your head no you can't help but tighten and squirm as he touches you. Unable to contain yourself by letting out quiet moans as your wetness starts dripping down his fingers. Wanting to push you over the edge he starts rubbing tight circles at your clit with his thumb, which has your head being thrown back with a gasp. 

Ever the opportunist you're figuring out he kisses and licks your neck up to your ear. “Shh, We could go somewhere more private if you want?” 

Breathless trying to keep your cool you can only release a ‘mhmm’ before he's pulling his finger out of your weeping slit. Before you can complain you see him take his coated finger in his mouth, shutting you up. Surviving around he sees an empty-looking bathroom and nods his head towards it. Eyes completely blown, face fulling red you can only nod in agreement. 

Chuckling at your lustful expression he adjusts your cat ears on your head. Downing his drink he takes your hand and leads you out of the booth, he walks behind you and whispers in your ear, “I’m going to take such good care of you, such a good girl, you deserve to be taken care of” his soft phrases have you melting and eager to get him alone. 

 Before you can get to the bathroom, you quickly stop remembering something important, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear. 

“I will meet you over there. I have to get something from my friend really quickly.”

He pulls you for a kiss and bites your bottom lip when he pulls away. “Hurry, I need to make you feel good.” 

Nodding quickly you run off to go find your friend. Looking like a mad woman you're scanning all over the club for your friends till you see a shoulder-shimming Jason and you quickly make your way over. 

“Mallory, I need to get something from you!”  you say desperately as she continues to dance.

“Nuh uh call me by my name please” she teases as he swings her hips around.

“Uhhg, Jason I need a condom” 

Mallory suddenly stops dancing and slowly turns to you. “Excuse me-“

“Just give me the fucking condom!” You say you are fully frustrated, you have a sexy man wanting to ravish you, you don't have time for any teasing, you're hot and horny and need to go!

Mallory looks at you confused before reaching into her wallet and giving you the contraceptive. Before you can rush off she grabs your arm. “Just know you wouldn’t survive a horror movie.” 

Giving a quick ‘Thank you’ you run off to Spider-Man.

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Rushing back you see him leaning against the wall near the bathroom. As you approach he is quick to grab your hand and lead you in. As soon as you're through the door he's locking it and pressing burning kisses to your lips backing you up to the cold wall. Gasping at the feeling of his hands slowly rubbing all over your curves he makes you wetter. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles as he brings you away from the wall, bending you over on the sink's counter in front of the mirror. Quickly peeling away your shirt he kisses up your spine and massages your breast. You can't help but push your ass into his strained cock feeling him twitch as you rub against him. placing his hand on your jaw he lifts your head to face the mirror. Kissing along your neck, Confused you go to make a snarky remark “What am I ah-”

A moan rips through you as two fingers are slipped through your puffy folds into your slit stretching you open instantly. He can only chuckle and he moves his lips to your shoulder, kissing you as he sinks knuckle-deep into your tight cunt. Moans slip from your lips as the stretch he's causing you, and this is only his fingers.

 After a single moment for you to adjust to his fingers, he curls them into you looking into the mirror watching as your face contours in ecstasy. “Nuh uh, Kitty, keep those eyes open, look at how gorgeous you are….” 

Shooting your eyes open you see his mask eyes on you with his lips cooing sweet words while he pushes faster into you curling slow and deliberate. Mouth hanging open you start to push your hips into his hand more.

“Oh, that feels good huh kid? You work so hard, like a good girl…”

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All you can do is nod as you approach your high, feeling yourself clench around him approaching your orgasm. 

“Feels so good, I do work hard…” you moan out watching him through the mirror. He smiles and hums pushing you down further spreading your legs out further, now hitting your sweet spot. You can't help how you're moaning, and he just smiles like your moans are music to his ears. 

“A good girl like you, I can tell you do, ride my fingers till you cum, you deserve it….” Being supported by the squelching sound of your wet cunt and his sweet phrase you start rocking yourself back and forth faster and faster, slamming his long fingers into your dripping wet cunt. Chasing your high the orgasm rips from you and you cream all over his digits. It drips down his fingers falling to the floor. 

“Cumming so pretty for me,” he coos and he takes your costume off, you're still coming down from your high so you lazily watch through lidded eyes as he strips your skirt and panties off. Then swiftly peels down his suit and pulls his cock out and it's already pebbling with pre cum. Pumping his cock he watches your aroused clit swell and your spend slit clench around nothing. While rolling on the condom he coos at you. 

“You want to cum again?”

Watching him pump himself you let out a whine of yes arching your back to entice him to put it in. Chuckling he gathers your arousal around his cock teasing you further. 

 “Please! I need it!” 

“Oh? You need it alright, going to make it where you won’t forget about this cock kitty cat. Now look forward, I want those pretty eyes watching me.” 

Sliding into you smoothly his cock stretches you deliciously making you moan as he pushes further, filling you up. Your hands splay out over the sink counter, it's pure bliss that makes your mind clear of all the bullshit you have had to endure till this moment. Forget him fucking you so good you forget your job you're forgetting everything. He slowly starts his positioning into you, you can feel him resisting the urge to slam into you from the tight grip on your hips.  

“Oh your such a good girl for me, taking me so well”

He thrust into you faster into your messily wet cunt, His increased pace making your second high come all too quickly. Looking up you see him biting his lip as your pussy tightens around him, feeling him leaning over you, feeling sloppy kisses and nipping at your shoulders and neck as he rails into you deeper. Feeling his tip kiss your spot that has you seeing stars. 

“Don’t cum yet kitty, I want to feel you clench down on me more” his heavy breathing fans over your ear before he's kissing your earlobe. 

All you can do is whine as he keeps throbbing and pushing you. The shooting pleasure has your knees buckling and your body shaking. Moaning from you and him bouncing off the wall you feel him grab a handful of your hair and bring your eyes to the mirror. 

“Taking me so good, so good… ”  He thrust harder, losing all the remaining restraint he once had. Looking forward in the mirror your face is flushed, hair completely ruined, biting your lip hard. The knot in your stomach feels like it's about to burst. 

“Ah, I need to cum!” 

“Ah, cum on me baby,” 

Feeling your pussy clench tighter on him, his words make your knot snap as his cock throbs within you. Vision blurring your orgasm washes over you dramatically causing you to scream out and you make a mess all over his cock. Helping you ride your orgasm he reaches his fingers to your cunt he plays with it sending you further over the edge. 

Finally, with your cunt fluttering over him, you feel his cock throb and spurt while inside you reaching his high. Panting, he holds himself up on the contour, arms keeping you caged underneath him. It's quiet for a moment before he gently pulls out of you. Rubbing your back he carefully leans you up supporting you as you finally stand straight, your legs feel like jelly. 

As you catch your breath, he seems to have recovered mostly. Helping you get cleaned up, fixing your hair, and handing you your costume. As you get dressed you feel like you should say something to him, ask his name, ask for his number maybe? You want to see him again. 

“So um…” As you start to speak up he sees your nervousness. Quickly getting his costume back on he leans over and presses a kiss to your lips, then to your neck, moving to your ear lightly nipping at it to make you laugh. 

“I will see you next weekend on Halloween, here, okay?”

“Okay” 

With that, he puts his mask down helps you readjust your costume and walks you out of the bathroom. Before he leaves he whispers to you,” I can’t wait to see you again kid.” Kid…He keeps calling you that, it's familiar…

when you turn around to look back at him he’s gone.

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Typing away you are trying to get all of the meetings with the chief organized, you also have to organize all his paperwork, take all his calls, Go in and scribe for all his meetings or whatever rants he is making that you want you to write down. Then order him lunch, get his dry cleaning sent and delivered, and make sure he has dinner reservations to whatever place he's craving that night. All this while he is yelling at you to bring him coffee or whatever else he needs from around the newsroom. Working for J. Jonah Jameson was rough, especially as his assistant. 

While you are trying to get your work done you also have Bea in your ear, she was a copy editor at the Daily Bugle, however today she was ignoring her work, and all she could talk about was…

“I can’t believe it! I’m still in shock! You had sex with some random guy at the club!” 

People around your desk look at you two with puzzled expressions. Lowering your head you grimace “Yeah, why don’t you say it a little louder I don’t think the marketing department heard you.” 

Lowering her voice she continues to say “I’m sorry Y/N, I just can’t believe you hooked up with a random stranger at a club, that's pretty spontaneous…and you didn't see his face at all?” 

“Well, not fully I saw his lips and the tip of his nose…” 

“Kinky…so when you see him again are you going to wear a mask too?” rolling your eyes you look at her unamused “Are you done?” She laughs and hugs you as you continue to type. “For now until I think of more jokes or come to ask for more details.” 

During the hug, Jameson calls for you. Bea lets go of you and starts heading back to her department giving you a sad wave as she goes. Quickly rising from your desk grabbing your notepad just in case you hurry to your boss's office to see what he wants. Pacing in his office he is yelling at someone over the phone, a common tone for him. Jameson darts his scowl towards you and snaps at you, you quickly get ready to write something down but he shakes his hand and mouths the word ‘Coffee’ pointing to his empty mug. Ah, of course, go fetch him coffee. 

Backing away from the doorframe you suddenly feel that you are pressed against someone. Quickly turning your head to apologize, your breath catches in your throat. Smiling down at you, you're met with a familiar set of brown eyes that always makes you feel giddy, Peter B Parker. Carefully he places a hand on your waist gently moving you through the doorway. 

“Sorry kid, I have to squeeze past you,” he keeps his smile on you as he slips past. Once inside he takes his seat in front of Jameson's desk waiting for him to finish his call.

 As you're walking out you can't help but look over your shoulder to steal a glance of Peter, but when you do you catch Peter doing the same to you. Shooting you another smile you feel your face warm and quickly go to make your boss's coffee. 

Making your way back to Jameson's office, coffee made just how he likes you see that Peter is showing him his latest photos of Spider-Man. Glancing at the photos you are reminded of how talented Peter is, definitely one of the best freelance photographers that works for the paper. 

Honestly looking at some of the pictures you have to question how he was getting such incredible shots, he would never reveal his secret though. Peter had been gone for a couple of months, a nasty divorce apparently which made you rather sad. Peter was one of the nicest guys at the paper, he always talked and joked with you, treating you like an actual person, not everyone is always so nice. 

Now he was back you were excited that the Bugle would have some quality pictures and you got to see more of Peter again. Being honest with yourself you have a bit of a thing for him. Kind, super smart, incredibly funny plus not bad to look at either, how could you not end up with a crush? Though when you two first met he was married so that meant off limits, then the divorce happened and he did not take it well. Now that he's finally back he seems okay, you notice that he talks to you more and you two share more stolen glances but that could just be wishful thinking on your part. 

“Y/N!” Suddenly snapped from your thoughts you see your boss and Peter staring at you. 

“Yes sir?”

 Jameson rolls his eyes “I said quit your daydreaming and hand me my coffee!” Nodding you quickly hand him his coffee and decide that it’s time you took a break. 

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Plopping down in the breakroom you lazily look down at your coffee sighing. If only your masked stranger was here to relieve your stress again. Mind wandering back to that night you feel your face heat from what he said to you, how he touched you, his lips…lips…reminiscing back you think of that smile and the conversations, he seemed familiar? Especially that smile…and what did he mean when he said we might not be strangers? 

Face contorted in thought you fail to notice that Peter has walked into the breakroom. Reaching the top shelf Peter pulls down a mug and pours himself some coffee looking over at you he must see you lost in thought, “Penny for your thoughts?”

His voice startles you for a moment breaking your trance, Peter looks at you expectantly waiting for you to speak, You couldn’t repress the words flying from your mouth as you stared at Peter, “Would you fuck a stranger?”

“Uh, I mean I think I could manage it for sure. But I would hardly call us strangers?” He says with a smirk. Huh? -Deja vu

You roll your eyes you brush off the words with a laugh “It’s not a proposition it was just a question” 

“That’s a pretty specific question?” 

“Well, this weekend I was at a party and I met this guy…and he was so funny and charming that we, you know…” 

“Had sex” Peter says frankly finishing your sentence for you. 

“Yeah had sex” 

“Well sounds like your not strangers” 

“That’s the thing though, he kept his mask on…” 

Peter gives a long whistle “y/n? You are a freaky little thing aren't you?” 

Something about how he says that makes your body rush with excitement, it feels…familiar…shaking the feeling away you continue. 

“Do you think that's weird though? Like I didn’t see his full face at all.” 

Peter smirks to himself as he pours sugar and cream into his coffee. As he sits down he stirs his coffee listening to you ramble, “Well, I think it's up to you. Did you like it?” 

“I mean yeah, but it's still weird…but like a good weird, you know? It's exciting.” As you look up you see him listening intently to you, his eyes bright and smile soft, it makes your heart skip for a moment. 

“I probably shouldn’t be talking to you about this, I'm sorry..”

“Doesn't bother me, I'm the one who asked '' He playfully nudges your arm and you can't help but giggle. “Are you going to see him again?” 

“Yeah, same place Halloween night…kinda nervous about it” 

“Why, I mean you two already had sex at the club?” 

“Yeah, wait…how did you know we had sex at the club?” you look towards him with furrowed brows. Peter looks surprised for a moment but quickly responds “I heard your friend talking about it.” -of course he did…

Sighing you put your head in your hands. Peter pats your back “It’s not that bad I don't think everyone knows…yet..”

With a pout you place your chin in your hand leaning on the table, “It's not that, it's the mystery guy.” 

“What, you don't want to see him again?” 

“I do, just…what if he doesn't want to see me again?” 

Looking down at your coffee you're kinda in shock that you're confessing all this to your office crush, who does that? But suddenly you feel a familiar gesture, a finger sliding across your cheek tucking a strain of hair behind your ear. Looking over to Peter you see that same smile, it's just like...You feel your face heat up. Peter's face looks equally flustered, quickly he moves his hand and grabs his coffee. Standing quickly he mutters how he has to go, before he's out the door he turns around, “he would be crazy not to want to see you again y/n” 

With that, he leaves you a blushing mess. 

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“I’ve seen several Spider-man, are you sure none of them are your guy?” Bea says, taking a sip of your drink and adjusting her large hat for her ‘sexy witch’ costume. 

“No, his costume is high quality like a professional,” you say with a slight lisp, feeling irritated that the fangs for your ‘sexy vampire’ costume are making you talk weirdly. You go to take them out but Mallory quickly stops you.

“Hey don’t take them out, it breaks the illusion!” you sigh and stare disheartened at your friend Mallory in her idea of a sexy costume ‘sexy Mothman’. 

Bea had begged us all to dress sexy this go round and you and Mallory begrudgingly agreed so Mallory helped you get your vampire costume and even decorated you up with some blood, while she did her twist to a sexy mothman. 

“Maybe he's not here? Running late?” Mallory questions

“The party is in full swing, maybe he's in the bathroom waiting for you,” Bea nudges playfully. 

Sudden realization hits you and you quickly chug your drink down. Bea and Mallory look at each other and then back to you once you're done. Finishing the drink you slam the glass on the contour, “I think I know where he is” 

At a hurried pace, you make your way from the bar in the back of the club to the back door where it all started. Nerves swirled around in your gut, you hoped he was here, you wanted to see him, feel him, talk to him. You didn't want this to be another one-night thing, you wanted to know who he was and you had an idea or well maybe it was just wishful thinking. Having a week to agonize about who he was you had a pricking thought of who you imagined him to be. 

Making it to the door that started it all, you take a deep breath, take out the fake fangs, and open the door carefully this time making sure it doesn't fly open to hit any unsuspecting Spider-Men. Making your way out the door you don't see anyone and it causes your heart to sink. He's not coming.  

Suddenly you feel a hand on your hip, while the other brushes your hair back to expose your neck. You are scared at first till you hear that same honeyed voice “Glad you learned to open doors carefully kitty.” 

Surrendering to his touch you let his lips caress your neck, “I'm not a cat anymore, I'm a vampire.” turning you see that half up spiderman mask with that same sly smirk, you wrap your arms around his neck “I see you're still Spider-Man” 

He laughs and backs you deeper into the alley pressing you against the wall “Well, I wanted you to be about to recognize me” 

His lips quickly find yours kissing you passionately. Feeling his hands on your ass he swiftly lifts you making, you instantly wrap your legs around him. Looking around you're a little surprised “Really? In the alley? You're kinda the expansionist huh?”

He quickly catches your lips in another searing kiss then you feel his hand eagerly pawing underneath your dress, and then he stops suddenly. “Oh, you're a dirty girl. No panties tonight?”  

“I figured they would get in the way,” you say with a playful shrug.

He quickly lifts your dress more and starts to finger your already wet cunt. Moaning and squeezing your legs tighter around him you give into the familiar stretch. 

“Already so wet for me, pretty girl you're just perfect for me.” 

Kissing on your neck he's already rutting into you, it seems like he's as eager as you are. Your soaked cunt was getting his suit's crouch wet as he continued to rub into you, maybe it was him or the fact that you two could easily get caught by a wandering pedestrian, but you were burning with need. 

“Please...I need you…” you beg breathlessly

He kisses your lips quickly putting his suit pants down. Looking at him confused he just smiles, “What? I made adjustments for easy access, just for you kid.” 

Finally freeing his cock he has you hold on tightly to him as he swiftly rolls a condom on. Safe sex is hot sex, right? While sucking and kissing your neck to your collarbones he rubs his cock in between your folds making sure you're wet and shaking with need. 

“Come on spidy, I need you…”

With the last bit of begging leaving your trembling lips, he pushes in between your folds into your soaked heat with a loud groan. Thrusting in and out of you you can't help but moan and clench down on his length.  

“Ah, y/n…you feel so good…” 

As soon as your name slips from his lips he stops his thrusting and stills. Looking down with wide eyes your mouth is agape, “did…Did you just say my name?” 

Hesitating for a moment he tries to find the words but suddenly he's met with your lips crashing down to his eagerly devouring him. With the passionate kiss, he fucks into you faster than before breaking the kiss and grabbing your ass hard to thrust into you harder. Getting all your breath thrust out, you can hardly speak as you approach your high.  

“So you know, ah, my name?” 

He nods breathlessly continuing his rutting, cock throbbing. “Yeah, your costume, doesn’t hide your identity, Fuck!” 

Throwing your head back from the feeling of how deep he is, your moaning and confessing your own secrets as he fucks your roughly. Your Orgasm is about to rip through you, stars blur your vision. 

“I know who, ah…who you are” 

Kissing along your neck he faces you and whispers to your lips, “Yeah? Say my name then..” 

Feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap it's now or never. Holding onto him tightly he's pushing his tip right into your sweet spot, bringing your moaning lips to his ear and whispering the name you're hoping to be him. 

“Peter, Peter B Parker '' While you say his name you grab the rest of his mask and reveal the rest of his face, you are met with those heart-melting brown eyes. And that sexy smirk. There he was in all his glory, your mystery man- Peter B 

“Well you're quite the little detective, you should get a reward kid…”  You smirk and give him a kiss rocking your hips into him as he thrust harder. Breaking the kiss you moan, “Just make me cum Peter!”

“Anything you want, pretty girl,” Rutting deeper and grunting heavily in your ear, your knot is snapped and you're creaming all over Peter's cock. Fucking you through your high he finally cums from your tight cunt clenching around him trying to milk him dry. 

Carefully he stands back up both of you staring and panting at each other. Peter quickly pulls your dress back down, then tucks his length away. His hands cup your face and he litters your face and neck with kisses, seems happy you figured his secret out. 

“Have any more secrets for me, Peter?” You say smugly holding up his mask. 

Peter smiles at you and takes the mask from you. Grabbing a hold of your hips once more he pulls you close to press against his chest. “I could tell you, or I could show you?” 

-This should be good…

heyyyyy

could you do a Tommy shelby fic?

in which he fucks Ada's bestfriend when she is 18!

hii, love this idea xx I have been writing this all day, time to celebrate with a jam sandwich:) xx

Finally mine

warning: agegap!, Thomas lusts after her while she is underage, grooming, virginity loss, virginity kink, innocence kink, unprotected sex, Tommy being a softie, possessiveness

pairing: Thomas Shelby x Innocent!Reader

summary: ever since he came back from the war, Tommy found himself wanting his sister’s lovely and sweet best friend, too bad he has to wait until she is 18

(Y/N) was the sweetest girl in the whole of Birmingham, always polite and kind. Thomas was smitten with her from day one. She and Ada met in school, she felt sorry that Ada was always alone, because everyone told their kids to stay away from the filthy Shelby’s. So, one day she gathered the courage and sat beside the sad girl, who was very excited to finally have a friend.

It was the age of war, so everyone was always on the edge of a meltdown. And money wasn’t exactly falling from the sky. While (Y/N)’s family weren’t considered aristocrats by any chance, she never had to worry about not getting fed, or not having a warm bed to sleep in. That was something that the Shelby’s couldn’t exactly relate to, there was little money and quite a few mouths to feed. Aunt Polly tried her best to feed the hungry children at the table, but she was failing more and succeeding less. Her sister-in-law’s three big boys were away at war, but they were always talked about.

One day, the thirteen year old (Y/N) plopped down beside her best friend Ada with a full lunch box in hand. She always had lunch packed with her, but Ada never did. For a long time, she just assumed that the malnourished girl was not hungry in school. While she was munching on her apple, she heard the growl of a hungry belly and Ada turned her head down in shame. While a girl is naive at 13, (Y/N) immediately knew that her friend was hungry, and that she probably didn’t get as much food at home as she did. When Ada looked back at her, she reacted with a wide smile to the outstretched hand towards her, holding a big red apple.

For the rest of the break, they just sat under their tree, silently chewing on their apples, with a smile on both faces.

That is how Ada knew that (Y/N) was going to be her lifelong best friend. She opened up to her when they were sharing a cigarette on the edge of the forest.

“We had more money before the war, if Tommy was here he would make sure that we have food.” Ada explained.

(Y/N) just blinked at her friend. “Who’s Tommy?”

———-

Three years later, the girls were now sixteen and the war was finally over. Because (Y/N) herself didn’t have any brothers, or sisters, she didn’t know how many families waited for this day to come.

It was a pretty summer day, and she made her way to the Shelby household, where she was always welcomed by Aunt Polly. Except, when she walked into the house, there was only one man sitting at the table. Her breath got stuck in her throat and she blushed heavily, he was very handsome. For a moment she believed that she walked into the wrong house, but the photographs on the walls proved otherwise. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at the wall blankly, he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear her come in.

Thomas just wanted a moment to himself in his childhood house before going back to the Garrison, he was not the same man anymore. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. A second later, the two pairs of eyes met. His previously sad eyes lit up at the sight of her, but he tried to conceal it. She was so beautiful… Slender and weakish frame, something that made him eager to protect her. Her long and soft looking hair. And that face, oh god, that pretty face.

“H-Hi… I’m (Y/N).” She walked closer to him and stuck her hand out for him, she recognized him from the pictures, he was one of Ada’s brothers.

He heard about her, Aunt Pol always told him what was happening on Watery Lane in the letters she sent to Tommy. She had mentioned Ada’s lovely friend, multiple times. She told him that the girl was pretty, very kind, and that she went with her to church on Sundays when no one else wanted to, just so Polly didn’t have to go alone.

Tommy smiled at her, and she felt herself get lost in those bright blue gems of eyes. Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and planted a little kiss on it. Her hand was soft and warm, it was a while since he felt the touch of a gentle female. He smiled when she blushed more at his kiss. “Thomas Shelby.”

—----

From that day on, Miss (Y/L/N) was under the protection of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas always had one of his men following her and Ada to school, and then back home. It killed him knowing that he couldn’t touch her, make her his, not yet anyway. That would have been immoral and awful, and he knew that aunt Pol would have broken his hand in two and cut off his cock. That didn’t mean he hadn’t spent too many night fucking his fist to the thought of her. Everyone in the Shelby clan could see how soft he was towards her, always making sure that she stays out of the bad things, and whenever she came over and he was working, his eyes basically formed into hearts and followed her everywhere. The family loved her, she enjoyed baking and she always made sure that at least once a week she turned up to the office with home-baked treats. Those kinds of sweet treats calmed everyone down, business was blooming after all.

Ever since Tommy came back from the war, he only let himself be pleasured by whores, the one girl he wanted was the one he had to wait for. He always hired prostitutes that resembled her even the slightest bit. He imagined that he was burying himself inside her wet and warm walls, he overheard her and Ada and he was very well aware that she was untouched, a sweet little virgin. In Small Heath, the girls started sleeping around in their teens, but she, at 17, didn’t care about the boys her age. She wanted a certain gangster, who was nearing his thirties.

He didn’t even claim her yet, but wherever she walked, everyone knew she was Tommy Shelby’s girl. He sent her gifts, and always a handwritten note. Her heart never failed to warm up when she saw the little T.S on the bottom of the cards. Flowers, chocolates, exotic spices that she could put in her sweet treats, jewellery, dresses, everything a 17 year old girl loves. She was spoiled by him. When she wore one of the dresses that he got for her, she always sent him a shy smile and a little nod.

—-----

Tomorrow was going to be the day when she would finally become 18 years old, a young lady. She felt so antsy getting to bed, knowing that she would wake up as an adult. She also deeply hoped that Tommy would do something, after 2 years of gifts, protection and lustful gazes from distance. It was safe to say that her standards were very much heightened.

When she woke up, she noticed a big box on the chair of her vanity, tied up in one of those big ribbons. Her mother must have brought it up for her, as she always did when her daughter’s name was on the box, written by the familiar handwriting.

She was smiling widely when she opened the box up, it had a beautiful silky dress and a gold locket necklace. She marvelled at the divine fabric, but quickly blushed when she looked into the box again. There was a set of white lingerie and a note.

Tonight, I’ll send a car to pick you up at 7pm, be ready.

~T.S

She melted at that, and she felt her lower tummy warm up. This evening, she will finally be claimed.

——-

By the time 7pm rolled around, she did everything she could to make herself look pretty for him. She took a long hot bath, made sure she smelled good everywhere. She washed her hair and tied up half of it with a bow. She put lotion all over herself, sprayed herself with perfume and put the lovely dress on. Sitting in her vanity, she put on some makeup. She felt beautiful.

She got her light coat on, along with kitten heels and she was waiting for his car to come. When it did, she sat in the backseat and greeted the driver.

She got driven to Arrow house, which she only heard about before. It was so huge, and overwhelming, but very nice.

A maid took her coat and escorted her to the dining roomom. Just like the rest of the house, it was quite big, both the room itself and the table. It was decorated elegantly, the candlelight flooded the room. Just as she stepped in, Thomas walked in the room on the other door. He looked so handsome as always, with his muscular frame and his tailored suit.

His heart nearly jumped out of his chest, she looked like an angel, and she was standing in his house, wearing his gift. The maid left, now there were only two of them in the room, he walked up to her. With a gentle hand on her waist, he pulled her closer so he could plant a kiss on her cheek and whisper in her ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He got even closer, her head was spinning with him so close, his masculine scent sent her hormones into overdrive. “I hope the dress isn’t the only gift of mine on you.”

He felt his dick twitch when she looked up at him like that, a gentle glint in her eyes. She shaked her head, too lost in his eyes to answer with words. To shake her out of her trance, he guided her to her seat, with his hand still on her slender waist.

He sat next to her, the maids kept on serving the finest of foods. Thomas also brought out a bottle of red wine. Both of them were surprised how easy it was for them to talk. They talked and ate, and Tommy even found himself laughing. He also found out how innocent she was, she wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced, and he was more than happy to give her experience. She also had a big heart, and a gentle soul, she was everything he needed.

While everyone in Small Heath tried to warn her about Thomas Shelby, she never understood why. He was just trying to protect his family and give them a chance at a better life, he was also an absolute softie for her. She could see that he had a lot of love to give, he enjoyed being the leader and defeating other gang leaders, but he must have been craving someone who could take care of him for once, she knew that she wanted to be that person.

When they finished dessert, he pulled her chair closer to his and cradled one of her blushing cheek into his palm.

“Are you aware of my intentions towards you?” He asked in a serious tone, she knew that he wasn’t fooling around. Now or never. She nodded as much as she could with the gentle hold on her face, but he wasn’t having it. “Answer me with words, I want to see if you really want this.” She felt dizzy by hearing his dominating tone.

“Yes, I know your intentions with me.” She replied shyly.

“What are they?” His fingers started to move her hair out of her face, caressing her in the process.

“Y-You want to make me yours.” She spoke lowly, it was hard to speak when he was looking at her as if he was seconds away from ravaging her.

“Yes, and do you want that, (Y/N)? Do you want me to make you mine?” He was even closer now, he whispered seductively in her ear, his full lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear. “Just say the word, sweetheart, and I will give you everything you crave. Please, let me give you the world.” Thomas Shelby barely used the word ‘please’, but he was nearly begging for her. She almost giggled, as if she really needed much convincing.

“I want it, I want it so bad, Tommy…” She was getting impatient, and he saw it on her.

“Shh, sweetheart… Don’t let your pretty head worry, I’m going to take care of you so nicely.” He stood up and stuck his hand out for her to take. “Come.”

He walked with her to his bedroom, she was walking behind him so she couldn’t see the wicked grin on his lips. When they stepped in the door, he just kept on walking, which caused her to walk backwards, until her knees hit the bed and she had fallen down on it.

He didn’t waste a second and crawled on top of her, his lips slowly finding hers. Their kiss started out slow, he guided her lips with his own. After a few minutes, noticing that she was starting to become more and more confident, he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. His hand wandered to her back, where the zipper was, his head pulled away so he could ask for silent permission. Once he got it, he helped her sit up and he removed the dress. Sitting back on his heels, he admired the sight in front of him, her young body was just begging to be ruined. She was wearing the lace, she looked exactly like an angel. His lips glued themselves to her neck and they sucked and bit, her noises were proof that she was enjoying his touch. He made sure to really mark her up, she wasn’t going to leave his mansion for a while, he needed his time with his new prize. She bit down on her lips to hide her moans, something he growled at.

“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you, don’t hold back, sweetheart.”

He went down to her breasts, he also reached under her arched back and unclasped her bra. She tried to cover herself, but he was having none of it. He slowly unpeeled her arms from her chest and kissed all around her breasts. “How beautiful! Such a nice pair of tits you have, the best I’ve seen.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she mewled loudly, she didn’t expect to feel so aroused while getting her nipples sucked at. He made sure that he gave both of her tits the same treatment before going lower.

Before he could do more, he stood up to remove his shirt and pants, her presence was making him hotter by the minute. He hooked his fingers into her panties and his cock nearly tore his underwear when he saw how the crotch was stuck to her entrance. She was already so ready for him. He yanked harder and they finally parted, he brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mhm, so sweet… But, I think I need to feel this from the source.” Tommy dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs, her mind was making her doubt herself. What if she looked ugly down there? What if it smelled or tasted b—

“OH— Tommy!” She moaned loudly when his tongue licked a long stripe up her slit. He just chuckled into her pussy darkly, then he moved on to her pleasure. His mouth was sucking her throbbing clit, his fingers slowly circled her entrance, teasing her.

“Fuck… Your cunt tastes divine, and it’s only for my mouth to taste.” It wasn’t even a question. She was unable to form a coherent sentence, she could only moan and thrash on his tongue. He took one finger and he slowly eased it into her, she was so wet that it slipped right into her, he didn’t hesitate to add another one. “You’re going so good, I cannot wait to feel this tight virgin pussy on my cock.” He curled his fingers and rubbed them right into her spongy spot, her fingers grabbed his hair and tried to push his face more into her heat. He felt her clenching more and more, so he sped up his movements and grinned proudly when she came undone with a whiny moan and a desperate call of his name.

He kissed his way back up to her heaving chest and looked up at her flushed face. He talked her through it, until her breathing evened out again. He slowly slipped his underwear off, his back straightened out for her to see his big cock. It was veiny and thick and it made her nervous. He kept her legs spread, while he kneeled between them, one of his hand smoothing her face and the other one gripped himself at his base. “Want to give a little touch? Don’t be scared, I’m going to make this very pleasurable for you, my sweet girl.” He hissed when her fingertips made contact with his dripping tip, he was so pent up and her soft touch nearly made him blow his load all over her juicy tits, but he had to stay patient. “Are you ready? Ready to become mine?”

“Yes, Tommy, please, I want to feel you. I-I waited for you.” This caused him to grin and give her a deep kiss.

“I know you did, little one.” He positioned himself at her entrance and he slowly began pushing in, he felt a bit of resistance, but with a sharp thrust, he managed to break through it. He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear soothingly. “I know, I know. It will feel better in a minute, your pussy just has to adjust to my cock. Relax.” It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still did, the girls in her class made it sound worse, or maybe their boyfriends didn’t take the time to prep them properly. That made her so proud, her Tommy made sure she was ready. She tried her best to relax her muscles and she felt the pain lessen. She planted a shy kiss on Tommy’s neck at which he chuckled at. “Good girl. You’re mine now, only mine.” He slowly began moving in and out of her.

Her walls gripped on him like a vice, he didn’t need any whores anymore, he had her now. His hands lifted her hips up a bit, so his cock was hitting her spot at every thrust. He went more and more faster, his fingers also began rubbing on her swollen clitoris.

“AH— Tommy, I’m going to—do that thing again.” His innocent little girl, so good for him.

“Good… I can feel you squeeze me, come on, sweet girl, come for me. Come on my cock. Let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.” With a shout of his name and a cry, she came around him. When he felt her walls pulsing around him, he let go too. His warm cum painted her walls, and it was such a delicious sensation. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

When he pulled out, he sat back so he could watch his cum leak out of her spent hole. He looked down proudly at his softening cock, which had some of her blood on it. Shit, he really filled her up with his load, there was so much of it. And the whiteness of him and the dark crimson of her virginity made such a lovely contrast together.

He took a rag from his bedside table and cleaned her up, making sure that he was gentle with her, the girl just got fucked and she was sensitive both physically and mentally, he had to be gentle.

After he made sure they were both clean, he once again brought her into his embrace. He smiled at her lovingly, which caused her to do the same. Her hair was all puffy from his touch, but he loved it.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He cradled her cheek, and caressed her under eye area with his fingertip.

“I’m good, I feel a bit sore, but it’s okay.” She nuzzled into his neck and left little kisses. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”

He smiled in a way he didn’t for a long time, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. He wanted to give the world to the girl in his arms, and he felt the primal urge to protect her and keep her away from all the bad. “Me too. I’m happy to know that you’re finally mine.”

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SIN [Gojo Satoru x Reader x Okkotsu Yuuta]

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Warning: 18+, Teacher-Student Relationship, Voyeurism, Noncon

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yuta is a bad friend.

yuta is a bad friend, because he has had a crush on you ever since you waved your delicate hands his way, ever since he layed his eyes on you. even when it was clear he wasn't your type, even when it was clear you were trouble for him. maybe it's your sluttines that attracted his innocent self.

what makes him bad is that he's kneeling close to your professors office door, flushed face pressed into his hand while humping your twisted jacket around him in a tight spiral because it smells like you. he was about to give you this jacket before what he just witnessed.

he can’t say if this is his worst nightmare or wet dream.

professor satoru can’t know that you guys haven't locked the door of his office, right? otherwise you wouldn’t have decided to go at it like rabbits in heat. but there he is, teeth worrying his lower lip, heat scalding his face, his hips stuttering in the same rhythm as the sound of skin slapping against skin as professor satoru pounds into you; the sound of his desk thumbing at every single one of his forceful thrusts.

yuta pushes his face deeper into your jacket to stifle a moan, because he can hear you, your voice so clear and loud "please- please-" it sounds like you’re right next to yuta and it drives him crazy, makes him fist his cock and imagine it’s your tight cunt squeezing around him, milking him as he fucks into his hand.

yuta is going crazy to know that you're bare pussy is couple of steps away from him, he wants to peak in, he wants to take a look at your sweet little pussy, but he's scared- he's scared to what's gonna happen to him after. he thinks he might cum right in his pants just from a peak. he bites his lips hard as he stroke his cock against the fabric of your jacket.

one glimpse won't hurt, right? tiny white explosions behind the back of his tightly shut eyes. he scoots closer to the door, wet patch of precum under his hips. he's eyes widen as he clearly see you spread against professors satorus desk, your pink panties that he clearly recognize from when he saw it on your bedrooms floor when he visited you- the way he had to hide his ragging boner after this.

yuta hears satorus muffled groans, your eyes were crossed as your plumpy tits bounce everytime satoru press you into the desk with his whole weight, hips snapping into yours as he’s holding your legs open with his strong arms hooked under your knees.

he can't take it anymore, this is all to much for him, yuta groans into the pillow, takes his other hand and curls it around the rest of his cock, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of warmth and slick.

gojo sounds like he’s completely blissed-out, and oh so in love with the little whines and sobs you make. your sobs were clear and loud, yuta can barely recognize your face, his cock throbbing just from the fucked out look of your face.

a shudder shakes his whole body when he hears gojo say. "do you like my cock this much hm?".

fucked stupid by gojos massive cock, thoughts only circling around dick, dick, dick, dick. yuta presses his thumb into his leaking slit, hazely staring at way your juice gush out everywhere- oh god how he wish he can lick every bit of it. he should lick your juice clean out of the office floor after this.

yuta groans, and immediately slaps a hand over his mouth, but there is no need to worry because your sobs and moans were much louder. he thrust his hips into his fist meeting his strokes, imaging it's your wet pussy, tears started leaking out of his eyes. but something happen that yuta wasn't expecting. he hear shifting behind the door, he immediately step a bit away. cock still out and hard, heart beating out of his chest as he waits to be caught.

but he hears a slam on the door, and gojos growls followed as the door creak with thrusts. "fucking take it you slut" yuta eyes roll as he realize, he's fucking you right at the door, you were next to him. he can smell the juice of your pussy, he can feel the heatness of sex. he can see the drops of cum that spilled out of you as gojo creampie you hitting the floor, through the crack under the door. if he wanted, he would just have to stick out his tongue and he could taste you.

yuta couldn't help it once his cock explode, his cum landing near the poodle of wetness you made through the door.

okay but.. a quiet gamer boy bf kaneki that loves when his pretty girl bottoms herself out as he’s in the middle of a game. <3

you love kaneki, & you can accept that he has a love & passion for video games too but.. how does he expect you NOT to wanna sit on him when he looks so damn handsome all the time?!

he’s sat in that gaming chair with a baggy tee & a pair of grey sweats. he’ll even be wearing a pair of blue light glasses so that the constant gaming doesn’t do too much damage to his irises. nd he just looks so good with this combination!! ugh. it’s not even fair.

on this particular day, he’s playing fortnite with touka & hide after not touching that game for a couple of seasons. he’s giving call outs, talkin’ bout’ “116 to the body” “he’s 1 shot” “full pieced, knocked.. he’s dead now. where’s his boyfriend?” “flanking behind us” & just a whole bunch of shit that you didn’t care to try & understand..

you’re a little frustrated, to be honest. you had a long day at work nd you just wanna be all up under him. especially now that he’s on the game with some girl he used to have a fling with..?

“ken..”

“kennnn..!”

upon hearing that, he moves his headset behind his ear with a push of his shoulder & gives you a soft hum.

“when’re you getting off?”

“oh.. i don’t know, baby. probably not for another hour or so”

“another hour or so..??”

“yeah. what’s wrong?”

you don’t even bother answering. he shrugs his headset back on & continues to clack away at his keyboard. you’ve already made your way over to him, nd you watch him play for a little before you lift his arm & saddle yourself on to his lap. you’re thankful that he isn’t streaming today.

you begin to peck sloppy little kisses on to his neck, not really caring if it’s loud or not.. you’re kinda hoping it is, though :3. kaneki lifts his head a bit to give you more access. his pale skin is still displaying the hickies you had left just a couple nights ago nd you giggle a little bit at this. they look soso pretty on him!

a couple seconds pass by & you’re just slyly rolling your hips down on him. he knows exactly what you want out of him & he’s not gonna deny you from it. you slide yourself off his lap, now on your knees in between his legs & you take hold of the hem of his briefs & sweats before pulling them down to his lower thighs. it’s no surprise that ken his already hard.

you can’t blame him! he’s got a hot gf damn near humping him in his chair, what man wouldn’t be turned on?! i digress.

you take him in your hand & lick all the way from the base to the tip, you can feel him tense up & relax afterwards. you spit in your hand to act as lube nd stroke his dick a couple times before fully sticking him in your mouth. you’re left jerking whatever else doesn’t fit & you hear his breathing get heavier.

there’s a lewd gluck gluck (i’m so sorry 😭) coming from you as things get sloppier by the second. kaneki was now fully hitting the back of your throat, not really caring if it was difficult for you to handle or not..

touka & hide are noticing him paying less attention & his gameplay getting a bit more careless. i mean right now his character was on auto-run, & he had your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he fucked your poor throat! :(

“kaneki! they’re on the mountain building up.. there’s 20 left. focus up”

“fuck bro. i’m down.. he’s at least 5 bullets tho- push that”

“kaneki… push, maybe?? you’re selling”

“can you both get the fuck out my ear?”

ken let’s go of your hair nd tucks it behind your ears before giving his full attention to the game once again. you don’t know what he’s doing up there but he’s going crazy on his keyboard.

you pull him from your mouth with a lil “pop” sound nd climb back into his lap. you pull your panties to the side nd fully sit on his dick.. this man leaves you so full OMGG.

kaneki brings his attention to you for a brief moment to give you a quick couple of pecks, nd then he’s back to the game. you wrap your arms around his neck & use them as leverage to lift yourself up & down on his lap. the chair is making a bit of noise nd ken’s friends are now overly suspicious..

“the fuck is going on over there?”

“mind your business.”

touka rolls her eyes at his response to hide. she’s already knowing what’s going on nd she’s not too happy about it. you did kinda steal kaneki’s attention from her when they were talking. boohoo, so sad. you were just better!

you were getting a lil tired from bouncing up & down, so you began rolling your hips. ken doesn’t feel much pleasure from this but he knows how good it feels for you, he’s happy to let you use him.

“we have circle. camp this hill nd stay on high ground”

kaneki mutes his mic before he wraps his arms around you & snaps his hips up into you.

“ken- oh my god!”

“couldn’t wait till’ i got off, hm?”

“i couldn’t, i really couldn’t..”

you didn’t answer so his hips came to a full halt & you whined, like a puppy. “i asked you a question, sweetheart”

“look at me”

you met his eyes nd he just smiled, “you’re so pretty, holy fuck” nd he started fucking you again, no warning!

“kaneki, they’re pushing”

at this point he didn’t even care anymore. he grabbed you by your waist, carefully lifting you off his lap. ken stands up, turning you around & bending you over just to slip himself back into your cunt. he’s ruthless with the strokes too.

went from sucking to clapping sounds & his mic ain’t off no more. “can feel you in my stomach, ken”

“yeah? tell me how it feels, baby.”

“feels too good.. shit! i can’t-”

“you can, y/n. let’s finish what you started.” ken lifts your leg so that it’s resting on his desk, “ts’ too much!” you somehow felt him even deeper & it made your eyes roll back. kaneki was dying in the game, both friends collectively screaming at him over the mic.

“you can take it, i taught you better.” you’re babbling other things he doesn’t really care to comprehend. your hand reaches behind your back to push his hips away but he smacks it & tells you to ‘stop trying to run’.

he bends forward a bit to rub your clit, it all feels so good. he’s balls deep inside you nd stimulating you just right. he’s way too good at what he does. you feel a knot in your stomach & you start clenching around him, “fuck y/n”

“ken, i’m gonna-”

“not yet, angel. wait for me, please?”

you love the way he talks to you.

you’re nodding nd he picks you up to carry you over to the edge of the bed, he sits down again nd encourages you to ride him all over again.

“cmon, ‘wanna record my pretty girl” he says as he picks his phone up off the bed.

“are you gonna send it to touka..?” there’s a smile on your face & he kisses you, “course i will, she’ll never get to be in your place. you’re so perfect.. ‘s pussy was made just for me”

kaneki stretches his arm out nd records you the scene in front of him, the camera angle perfectly displays all of what’s going on; he smacks your ass just to show off too. it leaves you even more needy, “can’t keep holding it, i can’t”

“keep going baby, i’m almost there.”

you propped your feet on the bed- in a squat, bouncing even harder. “what a slut..!” ken let’s out a light laugh, he’s almost in disbelief, he’s rubbing circles on your clit again nd you practically cry from the pleasure. “fuck- go ahead baby, i’m cumming”

you let yourself come undone; there’s heavy breathing for a couple of seconds after, you’re both just trying to calm your heart rates once again.

“i love you so much kaneki, never wanna leave, i swear”

“i love you too, pretty girl. get up & show me what we did, yeah?”

“mhm!” you slowly lift yourself off of his lap & sit next to him. your legs are spread & both your juices are flowing out of your cunt.. kaneki’s slips two fingers into you & you almost close your legs on his arm, “i’m sensitive!!”

“i know baby, i know..” he’s laughing now, “cmere, i wanna kiss you. say bye to touka”

“bye bye touka!” you cheese real hard & the video ends.

“gonna run us a bath okay, my angel? i’ll come get you when it’s done!” kaneki had slid his pants back on so he could make his way to the bathroom.

after turning on the water, he sends the video to touka with a little message: “my y/n wanted you to see this :)”

sosososososo feral for this man. :(((((

(this was extremely rushed + first time kinda writing something like this in full! bare with me as i try & get better <3)