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Boy Next Door | Portgas D. Ace x Reader
summary: to you, ace has always just been the nice boy next door. heâll do what he can to live up to that standard.
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warnings: gn afab!reader, modern AU, swearing, face-riding, lots of praise for the boy next door.
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AN: the "oldest sibling" to "praise kink" pipeline is real.
Here is what you know about Ace, the nice boy next door:
He takes care of his rambunctious siblings because their dad is never around.
He is usually the one doing the yard work and taking out the trash.
He never, ever once snuck out of his room at night as a teenager.
You know that because your window faces his on the side of the house, and you watched the other two brothers sneak out tons when you were all younger. The sister must have been stationed on the other side of the house, so if she had escaped, you wouldnât know. Either way, with all this evidence, you believe, even years later, that Ace is the good boy of the bunch.
This was bolstered by the fact that on one hot summer day, you hear a timid knock on your front door. Your parents werenât home for the weekend, so you peel yourself off the couch, away from your precious fan, and shuffle to the door.
As you pass a mirror, you hope that whoever was at the door didnât mind your skimpy tank top and shorts.
Looking through the peep hole, you see itâs your neighbor, Ace.
Your two families had been neighbors for years. All the kids even went to the same school, you all just ran with different crowds. Sure, you both had been to each others houses for cookouts and sometimes brief holiday visits, but it was always more neighborly than friendly.
Upon opening the door, you notice that Ace was also taking the less-clothes-the-better approach to the weather in just a pair of black cargo shorts and his boots. The only thing heâs wearing up top is a red beaded necklace.
âH-hi [y/n],â he stutters. You watch his eyes quickly look you up and down, but then they purposefully lock themselves with yours. âIt looks like the mail man left one of your packages at our house.â He holds out a box that was indeed addressed to you.
His skin glistens ever so slightly with a thin layer of perspiration, his prominent abs looking perfectly misted. That handsome smile spread itself across his freckled face.
âOh, Ace, thanks for bringing this over.â You take the box from him, checking who the sender of this one was. âOoo, Iâve been waiting for this to get here.â
âWhat is it?â He asks, his face crossing with curiosity.
You scoff lightly. âItâs a new bathing suit, nosy. Just in time for the heat wave too.â
Aceâs eyebrows jump up, looking embarrassed. âS-sorry [y/n]! I didnât mean to be nosy, I-â
âAce, Ace, chill. I was joking.â You chuckle. âThanks. And you can text me next time, Iâll come get it. I know youâre a busy guy.â You both wave and say bye, and then you close the door.
Excitedly, you hurry to your room to try on the swim suit. This one you were pretty sure had gotten lost in the mail, so youâre happy it finally showed up.
The curtains on your window were already open, but the one window that could see in was Aceâs, and his curtains were drawn. So not thinking much of it, you strip yourself of your sticky clothes and step into the new swimsuit.
You check yourself out in the mirror, adjusting, pulling, flattening, trying to figure out the fit. You look over your shoulder to check out your ass, but then hear your phone ping.
Grabbing it, you saw Aceâs name. Thinking he possibly got another piece of your mail, you open it quickly.
Instead it says:
Ace: Looks good :)
You feel your ears run hotter than the air surrounding you and shoot a look out the window. There is Ace, standing in his window, waving at you with that grin on his lips.
You immediately call him. You watch with your arms crossed as he looks at his phone, picks up the call, and holds it up to his ear.
âWhat the hell!â You yell as soon as he can hear you. âWere you watching me this whole time?!â
âNo, no, [y/n], I literally just opened the curtains.â He assures. âI pinky promise.â The man holds up his aforementioned finger so you can see it.
âUgh donât scare me like that.â You scold, stamping your foot.
âCâmon, did you really think I was some pervert?â Ace laughs a little. âAnd even if I was, weâve been neighbors for years! You think I would have blown my cover so easily?â
âBye Ace.â You hang up the phone, watch as he realizes you ended the call then laughs, before you shut your curtains.
Maybe youâre just flustered âcause he is right - you do look good in the bathing suit.
The rest of your afternoon is uneventful. You just laze around in the heat, waiting for it to break as the sun goes down. You hear some commotion next door, but it isnât unusual for Aceâs younger brother Luffy to invite his gaggle of friends over, just for them to be all sorts of loud.
You sit in front of your fan, watching TV, when you hear your phone ping again.
Ace: Sorry about earlier. That was kind of creepy of me :(
You exhale, appreciating the apology. He is a good boy after all.
You: No worries. I should have closed my curtains anyway.
You put your phone down, thinking that is the end of it, looking back up at you TV. The phone pings again.
Ace: You donât always have to close your curtains yâknow.
Your eyes almost pop out of your head.
You: What is that supposed to mean?!
It looks like Ace is typing, then stopping, then typing again. Then stopping. Then typing. You wait with hitched breath, trying to figure out how he is going to back out of this one. He finally says:
Ace: Remember? Like when we were younger?
Your brain unearthed vague memories of teenage flirtation from a distance, where youâd change with your back to the window, knowing he was watching. Heâd do the same sometimes, especially after showers, his modesty being only protected by a towel. It really seemed to be a phase, because you both unceremoniously stopped by the end of high school.
Neither of you had ever mentioned it. You honestly thought you were making it up.
Overwhelmed, you call Ace again.
âHello, [y/n].â He says, loud conversation happening in the background.
âWhat has gotten into you today?!â You scold.
âSorry, [y/n], I canât hear you! Itâs super loud over here.â He responds, his voice slightly raised. You hear a clatter of pots and pans in the background followed by Luffy yelling something.
âThen you better get over here and talk to me in person!â You yell, slamming your phone down after hanging up.
You sit back in a huff, crossing your arms.
Maybe itâs just the heat broiling your brain, but suddenly the idea of Aceâs half naked self showing up on your door step again doesnât seem awful. You have the house to yourself, and itâs not like you arenât attracted to him. His pick-up artistry is just a little rough around the edges and it caught you off guard.
Suddenly you hear that knock, and your core immediately heats up - independent of the weather.
You open the door and there Ace is standing, again with no shirt, just that necklace, and his shorts. He looks a little embarrassed.
You grab his shoulder and pull him inside, closing the door behind him. Then, you pick up the conversation where you had left it: âWhat is going on?!â
âIâm sorry, [y/n].â He looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eye contact. âI had taken dating advice from one of my little brotherâs stupid friends, and now you think Iâm a creep.â
âAce, why do you think you need dating advice?â
Ace kind of shrugs. âIâve always been the one taking care of my siblings. I guess I never really learned how to, I dunno, woo someone.â He uses air quotes around âwoo.â
You canât help but feel a little sympathetic. Heâs clearly a good guy, just not really cut out for the aggressive dating techniques other weirdos might use.
His lack of experience was cute. It makes you want to kiss him and give him some experience.
With a sigh you step closer to him, putting both hands on his warm shoulders. The heat building in you was getting harder to ignore. âWhat if I told you it worked?â you say with seductive eyes.
Aceâs face immediately blushes. He was innocent but he clearly wasnât stupid. âS-so, youâre gonna change with the curtains open now?â He stutters.
Maybe he was a little stupid.
But something about his overall innocence was working for you. You lift your lips to his and press them lightly together, gauging his reaction.
His hands shakily rest on your hips, pulling you just a little closer to him, which you take as a good sign, as you continue to massage his mouth with your own.
What surprises you is his tongue making the first move, lightly poking at yours, forcing you to open your mouth a little wider. Before you know it, your arms are tangled over his shoulders, and his hands are running up your back as you both continue to make out.
You run your fingers up the back of Aceâs head and curl his black locks in your fingers, which causes him to gasp lightly.
The sound makes you suddenly very aware of not only your arousal-based heat, but the hot sticky air of the summer.
âLetâs go to the living room,â you pant, pulling yourself away from him, seeking the solace of your fan.
Your hand slides down his bare arm to his finger tips as you guide him to the couch and sit him down in front of the cooler air. Greedily, you step between the fan and him, the stream hitting your back.
He watches you with curious eyes as you peel your tank top and bra off, his gaze taking in all of your bare skin. You notice that he leans back ever so slightly, spreading his legs, making room in his shorts for his hardening cock.
You turn and start to undo your own shorts, shimmying slightly to wiggle your hips free. As soon as those are around your feet, you start on your underwear. Your ears perk up at the small gasp from Ace as the fabric moves over the plush of your ass. You bend over, letting him get a nice view, as you step out of your panties and toss them aside.
âThis is so much better than having to watch from my house.â Ace says, his voice sounding about as heavy as his dick must be right now.
You turn back to look at him, and heâs fully palming himself through his shorts. His strokes are following the imprint of his erection - upwards, and slightly to the side. He looks huge.
âWhy donât you take off your stuff, and Iâll go get us some water? I have a feeling weâre going to need it.â You smirk, stepping out of the room.
In part, you needed to give yourself a pep talk to be able to take that beast. You also wanted to grab water. And condoms.
You gathered your supplies from the kitchen and bathroom, then came back into the living room to see Ace naked except for his necklace, sitting on the floor, his back against the seat of the couch, the coffee table pushed out of the way, but the fan thoughtfully angled towards him.
âWhatâs this?â You ask, placing the cups of water and box of condoms on the displaced coffee table. You couldnât help but notice his already rock-hard member standing at attention, looking swollen and longing.
âCâmere,â Ace mutters, motioning with his hand. You stand above him, feet planted on either side of him.
His strong hands reach up and grip your ass, pulling you down and towards him. Your knees hit the couch seat as he leans his head back, and you feel his hot tongue press against your pussy, starting you off with long, hungered licks of your slit.
Ace having you ride his face first thing into your hook up solidified him as the good boy next door.
You spread your knees slightly so that he doesnât need to reach so far up, and you comfortably settle into a rhythm of small thrusts on his tongue as his jaw flexes beneath you, accommodating your needy movements.
As he devours your juices, his hands squeeze your hips and ass, and his slight moans vibrate through you. Every swipe of his lips and tongue over your clit pulls another moan from your own mouth, and even more so when his muscle pushes past your tightness to drink from the source.
Your hands grip the back of the couch to keep yourself upright, but your head is tipped backwards, reveling in pleasure. Sounds of his wet smacking and heavy breathing filled your ears. The filtered stream of air from the fan hits your side and back, cooling down the sweat derived from sex and heat.
Your thrusts become more erratic on your neighborâs face as you come closer to climax.
You turn your head to the side, and from the corner of your eye, you see Ace is ever-so often thrusting his hips up into nothing, his toes curled just beyond his bent knees, fully deriving his own pleasure just from giving yours.
âOh, Ace, youâre such a good boy,â you moan with a laugh, devolving into panting from the building tension. Your praise must have gone straight to his dick as you feel a moan reverberate through your pussy and watch as the head of his cock leak glistening pre-cum.
His licks become more frantic, and you can feel his head twist beneath you as his tongue explores new angles on your slit. âPlease keep going, pretty boy, donât stop!â You instruct, your hips grinding yourself into his movements. One of your hands slips between your legs to grab some of his hair, which set him off moaning again.
You flex your stomach ever so slightly, causing yourself to unravel completely. âFuck, Ace, Iâm cumming!â You cry, your body shaking with your orgasm. Ace simply pulled you even closer to him, opening his mouth wide to stimulate all of you and guide you through your pleasure.
With your body spent and your body temperature high, you roll off of him, sitting on the couch, breathing heavily.
Ace turns as well, sitting on his knees in front of you. âWas that good?â He asks, reaching for the glass of water to hand to you.
You nod vigorously, only pausing to take a gulp of water.
âThat was so good, Ace.â You finally mutter. He blushes. You place your glass on the floor out of the way, then cup his face to give him more kisses. The taste of your slick was still on his tongue and mouth, and you feel his fingers wrap around your wrists softly.
âWhat should I give you for being so good?â You ask, resting your forehead against his.
His eyes widen, his brain flipping through possibilities, trying to decide on a suitable reward.
âIâd like you on top, and I want you to ride me until you cum again.â He utters. âI didnât get to see your face last time, and I wanna see what you look like when you cum.â
You feel your walls flutter at his admission.
âCome sit then,â you say, patting the spot next to you. He plops next to you, and you lean over to grab a rubber.
You tear open the package, unroll the condom a bit to determine the direction, and place it on the tip of his cock. Even that slight pressure makes Ace hiss.
âSo sensitive,â you whisper, rolling the condom further down his shaft with your fingers. Aceâs head tips back, eyes fluttering.
Once his cock was wrapped, you straddle him, hovering ever so slightly over him. The idea of fitting his entire, thick member inside of you is daunting.
He must have noticed your hesitation.
âHey, hey.â He holds your chin, pulling your eyes to look at his. âYou can go slow. Iâm in no rush.â
Without breaking eye contact he puts two of his fingers in his mouth, then his hand disappears from your view, only for you to feel them between your legs. The digits outline your clit, then you feel them rise into your core, exploring your velvet walls. The sensation causes a soft âOooâ to escape your throat.
The heel of his palm cups your lower lips ever so slightly, and your hips instinctually buck against it, pushing his fingers deeper still.
âI can feel you clenching,â he observes, watching your every facial expression, his fingers slowly moving in and out of you, redistributing your juices, readying you.
He scissors his fingers slightly, feeling your muscles resist him. âHmm, a little more,â he says, withdrawing his hand. You moan as he vacates you. Those two fingers then press against your lips, and you open, tasting yourself again. Your tongue licks over his fingers and in between, as you try and deposit as much saliva as you can on his skin.
Once he feels this is sufficient, he wastes no time re-entering you - this time, he pushes his entire finger into you, exploring you as deep as his appendages would allow.
A gasp leaves your lungs, and you continue to buck on his hand. Heâs watching you with a smirk - but not one of lust, more of disbelief. Clearly, the good boy is just happy to be apart of this.
âYou feel so soft,â he says, his fingers curling inside you. âI bet youâll feel amazing on my dick.â Your pussy gushes at the idea. Ace laughs in surprise, and pulls his fingers out. âI take that as a sign youâre ready?â All you can do is nod, your knees shaking in anticipation.
Ace puts his hand on your hip, and uses the other to line up his cock with your prepped hole. He coaxes you down, just the head of his cock just buried in you for now.
Once he was sure he has started the process, he puts his other hand on your hip, then pushes you down while he thrusts up - causing you to take all of him at once, and your eyes shut hard enough to see stars.
Both of you groan, him from being constricted and you from being stretched. Despite the prep, itâs still a snug fit, but you canât deny that the slight burning feels good.
Your hands go to grip his sculpted shoulders, and you begin to grind yourself into him, slightly picking up your hips on the back swing, moving him ever so slightly in and out of you.
Aceâs jaw goes slack as he experiences you, unable to decide if he wants to watch your chest bounce in front of him or look at your cunt taking him whole.
He settles on taking one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking the nipple to create a perky mound in his mouth. His eyes close as you milk his cock, and his tongue lazily swipes over your nerves.
You change your pace, bouncing on him instead, popping your ass seductively with the momentum of your hips. His hands grip the fat of your behind, encouraging the movement, his arms helping you move up and down on him.
He goes to suck your other nipple, but instead you grab a fist full of his hair and pull his head back, exposing his Adams Apple to the air. You pepper him with kisses, sucking his neck, feeling his moans on his vocal cords.
âYouâre being so good,â you hum the praise into his skin, still bouncing on him, which causes a wanton moan to fall from his mouth. His hips buck into you, kissing your cervix in the process. âYou make riding you so easy, Ace. Such a pretty boy, with such a nice cock.â
With every compliment, he thrust harder. His skin was becoming slick with sweat despite the cooling temperature and the fan pointing at you both.
âP-please stop, I think Iâm gonna cum early if you keep saying things like that,â he whined, his eyes closed tight.
âOh, but Ace-â you put your lips to his ear shell, âDo you not like hearing that youâre fucking me so well?â
âNo, I do, I just-â You bury his cock in your folds, grinding your clit against his pelvis. He gasps, and you latch your lips onto his open mouth. His tongue presses into yours, and you can basically feel how desperate he is.
Your fingers grasp his jaw as you pull apart from him, the grinding bringing you close to your second orgasm. âMake sure you watch, hun,â you purr. With a few more swipes of your hips, the knot in your stomach untwists, and your mouth opens as you moan. âIâm cumming on your cock, Ace, it feels so good!â
Ace watches you intently as your orgasm flows through you, resuming his upward thrusts, maximizing your pleasure.
âHoly crap,â you hear him murmur, as he bounces you on his cock. âYou look so good when you cum.â
You smile at him as you continue to ride him, softly coming down from your high. âI bet you look good too, pretty boy,â you say, hooking a stray hair behind his ear.
His blush grows deeper. âYou think Iâm pretty?â Heâs thrusting faster into you now.
âSo pretty,â you reiterate, taking the brunt force of his arousal. âSuch a pretty, good, boy.â
Ace pauses his movement, and you suddenly feel the condom inflate within you. His head rolls back, and he lets out a throaty moan, signaling his orgasm, as he presses you down on his lap.
His pleasure-rattled face only makes him cuter to you, his eyebrows knit in what almost looks like concern.
He catches his breath, and looks up at you earnestly. âThat was amazing,â he says.
You chuckle a bit, pulling yourself from his lap, the full condom being the last bit to exit you.
âWell, Iâm gonna go take a shower,â you say, standing up. You give him a light kiss on the forehead.
âDo you think I could come?â He asks, grabbing your hand as you pass. âItâs a little packed at my place.â
You chuckle a bit, his freckled face being too cute to deny. âLetâs go get cleaned up, pretty boy.â
As you both walk towards the bathroom, Ace leans over your shoulder and asks: âSo, now are you gonna keep your curtains open when you change?â
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swiss is fucking RABID this tour: a compilation â§/â§/â§/â§/â§/â§/â§
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this video has either taken several years off my life or added several years on and idk which it is atm
Jealous
Pairing: Sodo Ghoul x reader
summary: Since you joined the band, Sodo has been hostile towards you, but you would have never guessed the reason was jealousy...
warnings: Smut| fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, choking, and spanking.
"it's not my fault y/n can't play fucking right"
"I can't play? Please Sodo you got half the fucking song wrong"
"fuck you"
"you wish"
"ok ok ok" Copia intervened "Let's all calm down a moment and take a break, alright? Sodo" He nodded to him "Go have a smoke"
A grumbled "fine" echoed off the rehearsal room as he walked off, slamming the door behind him.
"god he's such a fucking drama queen" you sighed, having a sip of your water as you sat down between Phantom and Swiss.
"he always has to shout- and always at me! I honestly don't get what I've done to make him hate me so much"
They exchanged a look, a smirk playing on their lips.
"I don't think he hates you, sweetheart"
you snorted " 'sure looks like it"
"I think it's actually quite the opposite"
"What, that he wants to fuck me?" you asked, rolling your eyes "You all do, you perverts" you teased "And if that's the case, yelling won't get him anywhere"
they chuckled "We know baby, but you know how he is..."
"yeah, an asshole"
just then the door opened, Sodo's still clearly tense figure emerging from it.
"yeah" somebody whispered in response, but you were focused on him.
Copia asked him something, but his eyes set on Swiss's hand you hadn't even noticed was placed on your thigh.
He emitted a grunt that spurt of jealousy to answer Copia, and your eyes met for just a moment.
You definitely took note of that.
__ __ __
Only you, Phantom, and Sodo were left in the rehearsal room, as always the ones taking the longest.
You laughed at a funny remark Phantom made and slapped his shoulder playfully as you finished packing your stuff.
"oh I almost forgot" you recalled "Here is your pick," you said, fishing it out of your pocket to hand it to him.
"don't worry, keep it"
"Are you sure? Didn't you have this since you were young?"
"I did, but I want you to have it"
Your lips turned into that happy pout he adored
"thank you so much!" you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug.
He hesitantly hugged you back
"you were always my favorite" you whispered into his ear, sensing how he shivered under you
"thank you, handsome," you said again, kissing his cheek for a moment more than necessary before letting him go.
"n-no worries" he shook his head, poorly attempting at hiding his blushing cheeks.
He picked up his things as quickly as he could before rushing to the door.
"Uh-Uh, I-I'll see you later"
"bye handsome" you chuckled, watching him scurry to his room.
A loud sigh came from your right, and you caught Sodo rolling his eyes as you turned around
"oh don't worry you're handsome too" you teased, walking to him.
"You gave the poor kid a hard-on just for fun?"
"no, not just for fun, I'll take care of it later"
And there it was, that tick of his jaw as jealousy darkened his eyes.
"what, you're jealous?"
He avoided your gaze, pretending to be busy with his guitar's chords.
"you can tell me if you are..."
"I'm not" he spat
"so you're saying you haven't thought about me that way? that you haven't fucked your fist just last night imagining it was me?" you mocked, a sly smirk playing on your lips "We have really thin walls y'know?"
"fuck off"
You let out a dramatic sigh "Fine, then I guess I'll go keep Phantom some company since you seem to have a stick up your ass" you said, walking to the door, but before you could reach it, his hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around.
"I knew it" you grinned, as he stared right into your soul with his frozen eyes.
"shut up"
you smirked, ghosting his mouth, "Make me"
And at that, he'd had enough.
he crashed his mouth with yours, devouring you as if you were a fucking meal and him a starved man.
His tongue moved into your mouth, exploring all you had to offer as his hand gripped and groped like it was their duty.
He slammed you against the door, making you wince as your head hit the hardwood, he couldn't have cared less as he finally got a taste of what he'd been dreaming about for a whole year.
He didn't know why he had refrained for so long. He hated himself for wanting you this much, and all that hate was oftentimes wrongly pointed at you.
You let out a quiet whimper as he started sucking on your neck, your hand going straight to his long hair.
"see now, it wasn't so hard" you mocked him in between breaths "You could have told me earlier that this was all you wanted"
"I thought I'd told you to shut up"
You chuckled "you did"
"God you're such a fucking brat" his hold on your waist tightened "I think you need something to keep that mouth busy" he smirked "and as much as I'd like to see you kneel before me, I don't think you've earned my cock just yet" he taunted you, seeing the way your eyes had sparked at the proposal.
His hand traveled up your body until two of his long fingers reached your bottom lip.
"Be a good girl and show me how good you'd suck my dick"
You wasted no time taking them in your mouth, closing your eyes as you pretended it was his cock.
He groaned at the sight "Just like that-" he said, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth as saliva pulled from your puffy lips.
You hadn't even noticed his other hand sneaking beneath your skirt, until you felt his thumb press to your clothed core
Your eyes snapped open as a muffled gasp attempted to flee your throat
"Yeah, I like you much better when you can't talk" he nodded, looking proud of himself.
"don't you even think about stopping" he growled, eyeing your lips as his fingers found their way inside your panties "if you do, so do I" he threatened, gathering some of your slick on his middle and ring finger and teasing your entrance with them
You moaned, but didn't need to be told twice as you resumed bobbing your head to suck on his digits.
"that's a good girl" he smirked in approval as he pushed his fingers inside of you, leaving you breathless.
"so wet for me" he murmured, kissing your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just to the right spot "Such a good slut"
Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with every movement of his skilled fingers, but you still tried to focus on your task, although his sucking on your neck really didn't help.
"aw, you're already coming aren't you" he cooed, feeling you tighten around him "poor baby" he continued, raising his head to look at you.
"you think you deserve to cum?" he asked, fastening his pace and causing your knees to buckle.
You eagerly nodded, giving him your best doe eyes
Yes I do, please,is what you would have said, if your mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment.
"yes? That's what you think?"
you nodded again
"We'll I don't" his movements cruelly came to a stop "all that teasing... that's not what good girls do now, do they?" he asked, his fingers leaving both your cunt and mouth.
"please" you begged, eyes suddenly teary
he chuckled "That's a sight I thought I'd never see, you begging me"
You wanted to punch him, but god, did you also want to come.
"please sodo" you prayed, bringing your hands to the tent in his pants "please" you breathed
"oh is that what you want? My cock?"
you nodded
"how come you don't use that mouth of yours when you should?"
"yes, sorry, yes, please fuck me"
"I don't know..." he taunted, but this time, you were ready to fight back.
"I know you want to" you spoke sultrily, slowly getting rid of your shirt "I know you've been dreaming about it since I first joined the band" You unhooked your bra and let it fall to your feet before slowly starting to stoke his erection "I know yo-"
You couldn't finish your sentence as he had gripped your hair, forcing your head up to look at him.
"You really are a fucking brat y'know" he grunted, suddenly turning you so that your head was pressed against the door "can't keep that mouth of yours shut for the life of you" he growled, as he undid his zipper.
His hand on your head traveled to the back of your neck, keeping you still, as his other hand gripped his cock and positioned it at your entrance.
"I'll see how you do with my cock deep inside you" he smirked, pushing into you without any warning.
"fuck" you screamed at the stretch. As much as he had gotten you ready, it still hurt deliciously.
" 'S too big for you?" he taunted, rolling his hips "I thought more of you sweetheart"
"shut up" you moaned, "just-please fucking move"
"don't have to ask twice" he snickered, as he started fucking you at a brutal pace.
"f-fuck- 'feels so-so good" you cried out, letting him use you like a doll.
You could feel him everywhere
"Yeah? Phantom makes you cry like this too, Swiss, any of the others?"
"So jealous..." you smiled, watching him from the corner of your eye.
He grunted as he slapped your ass in response "You really just can't help it, can you?" he asked, the hand on the back of your neck moving to the front of it and squeezing it tight.
A fire spread over your body, as a wave of pleasure took over you.
"look at you" he mocked "Finally fucking quiet" he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear as his thrust didn't give signs of slowing "and all it took was my cock in your pussy and my hand around your throat" he bit your earlobe, making you cry out even louder "If I'd known, I would have done this a long time ago. Would have saved me so many headaches..."
And once again, the urge to punch him was overtaken by the need to come.
You were a mess. The only sound your throat could make were shameless moans as he pounded into you like it was his life-long duty to split you in fucking half.
"Such a good little slut for m-
A knock at the door distracted the both of you, but he didn't stop whatsoever.
"I FORGOT MY PHONE IN THERE!"
It was Swiss
"WE'RE BUSY!" Sodo yelled back, starting to fuck you harder again
"YEAH, I CAN HEAR. BUT I REALLY NEED IT"
A loud moan climbed your throat as Sodo's thumb found your clit.
You had a suspicion that was exactly his goal.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY"
"MAN C'MON I'M HAPPY YOU FINALLY FUCKED BUT I STILL NEED MY FUCKING PHONE"
You would have laughed if you hadn't been so cock drunk
"I SWEAR SWISS, IF YOU DON'T WALK AWAY RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU"
"FINE, BUT YOU OWE ME"
"WHATEVER, JUST GO!"
"I AM"
Your moans had gotten louder in the meantime, and your legs were shaking as your orgasm approached rapidly.
"Fuck- I can feel you squeezing me sweetheart" he groaned "you wanna cum?"
"Please" was all you could muster
"scream my name as loud as you fucking can, ok?"
You nodded,
"good girl" he kept his pace "Good. fucking. girl"
And at that, a wildfire ignited in your body as your orgasm took over every inch of your being.
You quite literally screamed his name as you came, and just as you started to recover from the life-changing climax, you felt him still inside of you, as thick ropes of his come filled you up to the brim.
He pulled out of you and all you could do was smile as you turned to him.
"swiss is pissed"
"yeah well, I don't give a shit, I just had the best fuck of my life"
"you'll have to make it up to him"
"I have no idea how"
"I do"
"do tell"
And at that, you giggled, as you raised yourself on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear
"we should let him join next time"
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the wedding guest - terzo x female!reader
you have just gotten over a break-up and attend a wedding of a friend alone. a man with face paint distracts you from the festivities.
author's note: i owed our guy a nice, fun time after putting him through so much pain. def not my best work but meh. mdni! 18+! 2.8k words. ao3 link.
You are in the womenâs bathroom getting high with a few girls you met that night. It has been a long day for you. One of your childhood friends had gotten married and you sat through the ceremony and dinner and now the reception is about to pop off. It is a nice day, though, despite the circumstances.
You are supposed to be here with a date but your relationship with you boyfriend had imploded a few weeks ago. It hadnât been good for a while but you were sticking it out because maybe things would have gotten better. A tale as old as time. A fight escalated to the point of no return and he left. It was devastating for a few days but life goes on.Â
You had been dreading this wedding but you are relieved to find that you donât really know anyone there. Even though it was awkward and you felt some jealousy toward the couples that were sitting around you, it was better than being there with an asshole.Â
âWhat is up with those guys in the face paint?âÂ
âI think theyâre from the groomâs church? Or something? I donât know⌠itâs kinda weird.â
You are half listening as you mess with your dress. The men they are talking about have been quite the topic of conversation for the night. Most of them had dark circles painted and colored in around their eyes but the man who you couldnât look away from had a full face of black and white paint. The two of you kept catching each otherâs glances and you couldnât help but think you were being rude for staring.
If you were the bride you would have been pissed that these guys were garnering so much attention.Â
The conversation turns to more gossip about people you donât know so you excuse yourself from the bathroom. You make sure the door shuts behind you and youâre met with a familiar sight: the man with the face paint adjusting his hair in one of the wall mirrors. You havenât been this close to him before and you find yourself taking in the details of his face. You didnât notice the different colored eyes before. He is in a black tuxedo complete with white gloves and spats.
âAh, scusi, bellisima.â He rakes his fingers through his raven hair and smooths it into place. âI have been looking for you, cara.â He saunters over to you and gives you a brilliant smile.
âMe?â The Italian accent hits you like a truck and you find yourself stepping toward him.
âSi, si. Youâve been looking at me, Iâve been looking at you, weâve been playing this piccola flirty look game so I figured I would ask you to dance, eh?â He holds out a gloved white hand to you. âWill you?â
You are so distracted by his eyes, the ghostly white one giving you goosebumps while his soft green eye makes your cheeks flush. You open your mouth but nothing comes out because it hasnât caught up with your brain. After a beat, you put your hand in his and manage a nod.
âSure, okay.â It comes out so quiet and you blush again. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. You arenât able to react because he is already whisking you away to the dance floor.Â
âIo sono Papa Emeritus il Terzo but you can call me Terzo for short, cara.â He grins again and stops in front of you once you make it to the crowd of people. Terzoâs other hand takes yours and he starts to immediately dance. He is very at home on the dance floor, his hips wiggling and his whole body twirling while youâre trying to bend your knees in a way that resembles dancing.Â
You start to loosen up, feeling buzzed from the alcohol and lighter from the weed. His group had exuded some kind of authority from afar but Terzoâs demeanor makes it easy for you to relax â he is a charming goof, much to your surprise. You find yourself giggling as you dance with him, his easy smile drawing you in closer to him.Â
The music slows and he rests a hand on your hip and you place yours on his shoulder. It has been a long time since youâve slow danced with someone but Terzo keeps it simple. You are able to get a good look at him now, his raven hair having fallen onto his forehead and the wrinkles more pronounced.Â
âSo, eh, you are curious about the paint, si?â He leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your face.
âWell, yeah. You guys kind of stick out, ya know.â
âMhm. It shows status in our church. The more paint you have the higher up you are, at least for those on the outside.âÂ
âYou must be pretty high up, then?â Your gaze falls to his lips for just a second. âAnd didnât you say your name is⌠Papa? Does anyone actually call you that?â
âSi, si. I am basically, eh, the leader. And Papa Emeritus is my title, cara, so most refer to me as that during official church business.â Terzo gives you a tail and pulls you in close to him, your chests touching now.Â
âWouldnât this be official church business? This is a wedding, after all.â You manage to squeak as you look up at him. You start to slowly sway along with the music again but you feel heat pooling in your core due to how close you are to him.
âThe ceremony, si. But this is the reception â party time.â Terzoâs lips curl into a smirk. âBut enough about me, eh? How do you know the bride and groom?â
âKatie was my neighbor! We grew up together. Sheâs actually the only person I know here, other than her parents.â
âAh, well you know me now, cara. I must ask and I apologize if this is somewhat forward but, I am shocked that a beautiful woman such as yourself does not have a date here with you.âÂ
Your smile falters and your eyes shift to the dance floor. You rest your cheek against his firm chest and take a moment before replying.
âWe broke up not too long ago.â His arms curl around you and you didnât realize how much you needed a hug until this moment. âIâm okay. Iâm really fine with it. Just still kinda fresh.â Terzo gives you a small squeeze.
âDo you want to get some air, tesoro?â His grip on your loosens and he looks down at you, his expression soft. You nod and he whisks you away from the dance floor, out the doors and into the cool air of the night. His hands havenât left you even though you were done dancing as the two of you walk silently over to the patio area.
You sit on the ground, freeing yourself from his grasp and start to take off your heels. Terzo sits next to you and stretches his legs out, his spat shoe lightly tapping against your heels at your feet. He loosens his tie and unbuttons a few of the top buttons of his dress shirt.
âI noticed something about you during our flirty look game.â He speaks up after a few beats of silence.
âOh yeah? Whatâs that?â
âOther than your looks being flirty⌠they were also curious. Which was nice compared to all the other judgemental looks I was getting.â His shoulder brushes up against yours and he leans toward you, grinning.
Oh, he has been so smooth tonight and he knows it. You donât mind; Terzo pulled you from having a âmehâ time at a wedding to actually having fun. You look into his duochromatic eyes that are so close to your face and you drift in closer, your lips grazing and then pressing against his for a soft kiss. Terzo sighs into you, his hand snaking to cradle the back of your head as his tongue dips into your mouth. You groan at the taste of him, smoky cinnamon, and you rub your hands at his chest.Â
He leans back, his soft breath wafting against your lips before he peppers a few more kisses to it and then pulls away completely.Â
âYour paint is smudged!âÂ
âDio mio, I canât show my face at reception with it looking like this.â Terzo cries jokingly then reaches his pristine white glove to your face to wipe off some of his own paint. âI guess we have to go somewhere more private.â
âOhâŚâ Suddenly, you are feeling sheepish and your cheeks flush pink. âI didnât book a room.â
âI have one.â He purrs, his finger lightly tracing along your jaw. âIf youâll have me⌠my company, that is, if youâre comfortable, cara.â
This freaking guy.
âHmm. Iâm not sure youâll give me what I want.â You look him up and down through thick lashes and then direct your gaze to the night sky. Terzo moves in even closer to you, his chest pressed to your side and you can feel it rumbling. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and you see him slowly remove his white gloves with his teeth.Â
âThis is something Iâm very passionate about and very well-versed in, cara.â His voice becomes low and husky. âLet me give you a taste of what I can do â if you are impressed, we go back to my room, yes?â He presses his nose into your cheek and one of his hands pushes up the hem of your dress. You turn your head and kiss him again, your hand tugging at the lapels of his jacket.
He slips his hand up your dress and presses his palm to your clit through your underwear. You gasp against his lips as you pull him in even closer. He rubs you through your underwear, the friction of the fabric against your clit sending spasms down your legs. His fingers hook into the fabric and pulls them down and then runs the tips of them along your slick folds.
âAlready so wet for me.â Terzo growls against your lips as he slips a finger inside you. He breaks off the kiss and dips his head to your ear, his teeth nibbling just below the earlobe just as he curls his finger against the sensitive spots inside you. You try to muffle a moan and you tip your head back against the patio wall.
He presses wet, open mouth kisses down your neck and adds another finger and then another, thrusting them slowly in and out and curling them against your walls. You werenât expecting him to be so effective and you are already in complete bliss, your mouth hanging open as your eyes flutter open and shut.
âEnjoying this, yes?â He purrs against your neck and grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin. You whine and he starts to run his tongue along your collarbone, picking up the pace of his fingers. You are clutching his lapels, your nails digging into the smooth fabric. Your hips buck against his hand and he growls against your chest, his mouth moving up your neck to your jaw. âSo close already?âÂ
You clench around his fingers and a deep moan spills from your lips that Terzo quickly swallows with his own. One of the most intense orgasms youâve ever had washes over you as you moan into his mouth and he uses his fingers to coax you through it. Your body trembles while you come down from it, your eyes slowly opening to find him giving you a soft smile.
âBene? Good?â Terzo quirks a brow but he knows. You sigh deeply with a dreamy smile stretched across your face. Then, you plant your hands firmly on his shoulders and use them to push yourself to your feet. You run your fingers through his soft locks and he groans quietly, sitting back on his heels as he looks up at you. âPlease, cara, will you come back to my room? Or shall I take you right here?â
You havenât felt this important or this in control in a long time. Seeing him on his knees in front of you with disheveled hair and his pink lips peeking through his smeared face paint is bringing the fire roaring back to life inside you.
âCarry me to your room?â The last syllable squeaks out as Terzo sweeps you off your feet and into his strong arms.
The good thing about this wedding venue is that the hotel is onsite which means that the voyage to Terzoâs room is a quick one. Or maybe it just feels that way to you. Before you know it, he has you on the bed with his fingers laced in your hair and his other hand resting on your hip. He settles himself between your legs and grinds his hips against yours.Â
You tilt your head back onto the mattress and give a soft groan. Terzoâs lips immediately find your neck, biting and sucking sloppily as he starts to push your dress down your shoulders. He kisses down your chest and pulls your dress down to expose your breasts. Your fingers card through his hair as his mouth seals around your nipple, his tongue flicking his tongue against it while you moan. His free hand cups your other breast, massaging it before pinching your nipple between his fingertips.Â
âTerzoâŚâ You whine and you tighten your grip on his hair. He releases your breast from his mouth with a pop and looks up at you with a grin. He is so devastatingly handsome, even while as crumpled as he is right now. His white eye is practically sparking as he pulls your dress off of you and he gives a soft moan at the sight of your naked body.
You sit up and tug his tie off before starting to work at the buttons of his shirt. He lets his jacket fall to the floor and starts to rub at your sides with his strong hands, slipping them down further to grasp your ass. You whine quietly as you scratch at his chest, feeling his chest hair at your fingertips.
He is looking at you as if he would worship the ground at your feet, but there is still a hint of mischief in his eyes. Your cunt has never ached for someone with this intensity before and you feel almost like youâre in some kind of lust-fueled haze. He gently pushes you back on the bed and unzips his pants, his perfect, hard cock tumbling out of them.
âCosĂŹ bella, cosĂŹ perfetta per me.â Terzo purrs, resting his hand beside your head as he lines himself up. Your legs wrap around his waist and you can feel the pressure of his cock against your entrance. He pushes in slowly and lowers himself on top of you. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and the both of you sigh as he works himself in, a growl rumbling up in his chest. You kiss him as he bottoms out, swallowing his growl.
The kiss deepens while Terzo rolls his hips, your legs around his waist allowing for him to go deeper and deeper inside you. He moans into your mouth, his one hand clutching at your hip as his thrusts grow more and more powerful. Your teeth graze at his bottom lip before giving it a love bite.Â
âCattivaâŚâ He groans against your lips, breaking the kiss to lower his head into the cook of your neck. You gasp as he bites at your neck and digs his nails deeper into your hip. Your nails scratch at his scalp and pull at his hair as he growls against you.Â
His hips start to snap harder into you and you canât hold back a deep moan. Your back arches and your eyes fall shut, whines and breathy sobs falling from your lips. Terzo continues to pound into you, even harder now as your soft sounds are music to his ears.
âLook at me, cara.â He huffs after lifting his head to look at you. You do as he says, running your fingers down his hair and neck and resting them on his shoulders. You donât dare look away or close your eyes, even as your moans grow louder and your limbs start to tremble. Pleasure ripples through your body. You can tell by his eyes and sounds that he is close too. His thrusts stutter, his legs tensing and untensing as he pants and grunts.
You canât hold it any longer, your eyes squeezing shut and a cry screaming from your lips as your orgasm washes over you. A few more thrusts and heâs right behind you, pulling himself out and spilling his seed on your stomach and breasts. When heâs through, he plants his full body on top of you, mess and all, and pulls you into his arms.Â
A thought crosses your mind.
âDidnât you say youâre high ranking in the church? What kind of church allows this kind of fucking?â
âThe Church of Satan, tesoro.â
âSeestor, Terzo ate my cookies againâ
poor baby
"Seestor said it's my turn to front the band Terzo"





