Whenever you catch sight of him with his arms crossed, his hands hidden, there's good chance chaos is about to happen, and you should get somewhere safe as fast as you can. That place is usually right behind the captain, that's the only reason you're there so often, honest.
He's always placing traps to catch his own crew, setting off firecrackers where people least expect them, paint bombs that make the already colorful pirates even more rainbowy than usual for at least a week, and worst of all, glitter everywhere. You can always add more glitter, taking it off is a whole different problem.
You are his favorite victim. He loves to see your startled face right when he gets you, and the face you make when you try to hit him in retaliation, but his favorite is the face you make when you're laughing in his arms after you fail your attempts at revenge.
He has special pranks just for you, the kind that none of the crew is allowed to know about.
Teasing fingers creeping up your inner thigh while you take inventory. Groping hands that squeeze your chest when no one's looking and vanish as quickly as they appeared. Slaps to your ass when he's not even in the room.
Right now you're being completely useless at watching the sea. At the crow's nest, you're holding for dear life onto the mast, knees buckling under your own weight. The shouts of the captain down below and the wind flowing around you, help you hide the gasps and moans that escape your lips as Buggys fingers pump into your wet heat. Untethered, they go deeper inside, hitting every nerve that makes you blind with stars.
His ears are not there to hear you tell him you came, his hands continue their delicious torture, making every inch of your skin burn against the cold air.
You have to use your own fingers to reach inside, the added sensation all the more intense with Buggy still teasing pleasure out of you.
His fingers still at your touch, allowing you to remove them.
When you throw them down to their owner, hoping no one sees it. You catch Buggys eyes as he licks his newly recovered fingers clean like he just ate a feast.
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Their bedroom lay in soft, shadowed light, the quiet rhythm of their breathing filling the space. Darkness gathered gently around them, making everything feel closer, more intimate.
Deidaraās face was pressed into the mattress, his hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. Every breath left him ragged and uneven. His body felt like it had been turned inside out, every nerve alive, raw with the inexorable pleasure building low in his hips. Wherever Sasoriās hands touched him, the heat lingered like a brand.
Sasoriās thrusts were precise, controlled. His rhythm was engineered to unravel Deidara with every steady press forward. He took his time, savoring every broken sound that slipped from Deidaraās throat, the tremor that ran through his body. Sweat glistened along the arch of his back, the low light catching in the shallow curve of his spine and the dimples above his hips.
With every movement, Deidaraās body dragged forward helplessly against the sheets. There was nowhere for him to go, nowhere to escape the relentless, demanding rhythm.
Sasoriās hand tightened around Deidaraās hip, fingers pressing firmly into the heat of his skin as he drove into him with long, deep strokes. His presence closed in from every sideāhis chest pressed solidly against Deidaraās back, the heat of him everywhere, the steady grind of his hips rubbing against that sensitive place that made Deidaraās thoughts dissolve into white noise. And close to his ear, Sasori moaned low, his voice warm and rough, spilling into Deidaraās mind until it felt like his brain might melt apart entirely.
The sound of Sasoriās pleasure sent another surge of heat through him, Deidaraās own arousal climbing higher, fuller, until it threatened to spill over.
The rhythm of it became hypnotic. Slow. Consuming.
Inhale, exhale. Pleasure rolled through Deidara in cresting waves. He felt impossibly full, Sasoriās cock buried deep inside him, the sensation stretching through his womb until it made his whole body burn. It left him feverish, overwhelmed, his hips grinding mindlessly against Sasori.
Breath fell into breath. Movement into movement. Sound into sound. The moment softened at the edges until the world outside it disappeared completely.
All that remained was Sasori.
Sasori.
Sasori.
Sasori.
Deidaraās moans tore from his throat, rough with need; something instinctive and animal pulled from deep in his chest. He gave himself over to it completely, body and spirit yielding to Sasori as he claimed him.
Warm slick spread along the inside of Deidaraās thighs, glistening faintly, spilling down to coat the base of Sasoriās cock.
Deidara was close; so close the mounting pressure had begun to border on unbearable, a tight, trembling coil drawing tighter with every deep thrust.
Sasoriās hand slipped between Deidaraās thighs, finding him flushed, swollen, and slick with need. The heat of it made Sasori groan softly. Two of his fingers dragged slowly through the wetness there, gathering it before brushing against his clit.
His touch sent a sharp shock of pleasure through deidara. Left him gasping, his whole body jolting as the sensation rippled outward in bright, dizzying waves.
Sasori didnāt falter, didnāt give him a moment of reprieve. His hips kept moving in that same deep, deliberate rhythm while his fingers circled again, slow and knowing, spreading the gathered slickness as he touched him.
The pressure inside Deidaraās womb finally snapped, his body tightening helplessly as he clenched around Sasoriās cock, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm. His hand reached blindly for Sasori, gripping his wrist as he bore down with a feral sound.
Sasori didnāt slow. He kept fucking into him through the trembling aftershocks, forceful and relentless, the hand on his hip steadying as Deidara convulsed around him.
Each deep stroke dragged the pleasure out longer, stretching the moment until Deidara could do nothing but sob and cling to him, caught in the lingering waves of it.
It wasnāt until Deidara whimpered something barely resembling Sasoriās name, hips kicking as he tried to escape the overstimulating touch, that Sasori finally eased back. He withdrew his fingers and pressed a warm, soothing hand over Deidaraās cunt, letting the electricity in him discharge. His thrusts slowed to a pause, giving Deidara a moment to catch his breath.
Sasoriās other hand rose to cradle Deidaraās face, brushing the tangled strands of blond hair away from his eyes. His mouth hung open, breathing uneven and harsh, cheeks flushed and glistening with tears and drool. Sasori swiped gently at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, cooing.
He held Deidaraās face carefully in his hands, tilting it slightly as he searched for his gaze, patient and steady, letting him come back to Sasori on his own time.
When Deidaraās wild gaze finally softened, Sasori tested the waters with a small, careful thrust. He watched closely, savoring the way Deidaraās lips parted and his brows drew together, that dazed, overstimulated look settling over his face. Deidara tried to focus on him, on Sasoriās plump lips, the fall of messy red hair, the dark, half-lidded bedroom gaze fixed on him.
āYou okay?ā Sasori murmured, voice low and intimate.
āUhn,ā Deidara managed eloquently, still reeling from the force of his orgasm.
The disoriented sound of itāthe stunned look on his faceāmade something warm bloom in Sasoriās chest.
He leaned down and captured Deidaraās lips in a slow kiss, deepening it gradually as he guided him onto his back with gentle insistence.
Deidara went willingly, letting himself be moved, letting Sasori settle him against the mattress. His thighs spread easily as Sasori parted them and pushed back inside him in a slow, steady slide.
Deidara moaned softly into the kiss when Sasoriās hand cupped his breast, the warmth of his palm sending sparks of pleasure through his still-sensitive body. His back arched instinctively as Sasori drove deeper, the movement slow but deliberate, pulling another breathless sound from his throat.
After that, Deidara simply yielded to himāletting Sasori claim him again and again through the quiet hours of the night.
Sasori took his time with him, patient and relentless, fucked him raw and tender through three more orgasms. Took him apart with his cock, his mouth, pressed his own releases deep inside Deidaraās womb as darkness slowly gave way to the pale light of morning.
Tokyo Debunker fic. Pairing: Kamurai Jin x MC/Reader
Smut, D/S, praise kink, got wholesome by the end, safewords, safe sane and consensual
It was one of the free nights that the academy allowed. Given that it was for a Halloween party that was organized off-campus with the Kamurai familyās money, it was near impossible not to allow students to attend. Aside from the academy it was also open for many more prestigious schools too, of course all participants were subjected to a thorough background check. No reason to put danger onto the general studentsā life, or irritate the ghouls.
Thatās how you found yourself in a, honestly, quite revealing dress which maybe could be said to resemble some witch outfitā¦ but there was too little fabric for you to actually be sure about your assessment. Not like it mattered. The place is probably going to be reasonably dark to encourage students to dance. Maybe if you planned on bringing anyone back to your bed it would matter what exactly you are wearing. But, given that the only person you would want to bring back wonāt be there, even though his family sponsors itā¦ It really didnāt matter.
You have been in a relationship with the King of Ice for enough time to know that if Tohma didnāt physically force him out of his room, you will be left alone the whole night. It didnāt matter, it wasnāt the first it happened. You were a big girl.
That was what you said to yourself while drinking definitely non-alcoholic drinks and dancing with random people. It was quite a nice night. Then, over the shoulder of your dance partner, you saw the annoyed glint of icy-blue eyes drilling a hole into the boy. You didnāt even remember where he was from. Neither were you interested. But this. Oh, that dangerous glint in Kamurai Jinās eyes. That started a fire in you. And you just loved to play with flames.
You let your hands caress the strangerās shoulders as you leaned in closer, till their ear, little by little. Your body moved closer to his, pushing your breasts against his chest in your near-nothing clothing. Keeping up the eye-contact with Jin the whole time. In a blink he was next to you. You werenāt sure whether he used his sword, or he just walked really fast. Not that it mattered. In a second you were buried in his chest as he rumbled into your ear.
āWe are going to my room.ā
As usual, it was far from a request. Not like you cared in that moment. You were on fire, and the murderous gaze that he showed your dance partner only fanned the flames higher. In seconds you were back in his room, the chilly temperature not even registering on your heated skin. He sat on his bed, all nonchalant seeming now that he had you where he, but in reality you both wanted.
āKneelā came the irrefutable order fueled by the sliver of skin contact left between your hands.Ā
You immediately dropped to your knees. Waiting for what he has planned for the night.
He looked at you, refraining from touching you for now.
āWas it fun?ā
He didnāt have to elaborate. Your little scheme to set the fire of jealousy in him. Your little idea, which worked perfectly. You were actually pretty proud of yourself. It might have shown up on your face as he let out a chuckle.
āShall I remind you who you belong to?ā He didnāt wait for your answer as he reached out one elegant hand to make you look up at him. āHow many do you deserve for this? One for each time that you touched him?Ā Answer honestly.āĀ
Your breath hitched. It was actually difficult to answer. Not because you didnāt know what he meant, but because you were so focused on Jin, you donāt even know how many times you touched that insignificant boy. You let his command wash over your memories, finding an acceptable answer for you.
āTwenty?ā
His smirk got bigger as he let go of your chin.
āGet your upper half on the bed.āĀ
As you got into position, he lifted your skirt and let his fingers dig into your ass in a massaging manner to avoid causing serious harm. Once he was satisfied he got up from the bed.
āCount them out. Colour?ā
āGreen,ā you breathed out. The second it was out of your mouth, his hand also came down in an arch onto one ofĀ your cheeks. You yelped out, then remembering called out āOne.ā
With each slap you grew more conscious of the silence aside from your breathing and the sounds of the spanks. Jin didnāt say anything. As if he wasnāt even there. As you let yourself sink into the repetition, the burn, and the pleasure his absence was striking. He was never one to speak much, but he always let his presence known. This was punishment greater than ever.
By the tenth slap you were sobbing. Not from the pain. But from the culminating feelings. You couldnāt let yourself go like this. Stress coiled up in you as he refused to be more present.Ā
Another slap. ā12ā
You could feel yourself on the verge of panic. You couldnāt take this like this. As if it was someone else. If this went on you would lose yourself in a drop. But you were aware enough still.
āYellow,ā you cried enough. In the next second everything stopped and Jin sat on the bed in line of sight. Yellow: pause and discuss. He reached his hand towards you, not touching you yet. The ball was in your court now.
You grabbed his hand, letting him pull you onto his lap. You felt his straining erection but knew he wouldnāt do anything until you gave him consent for anything more than cuddling. He gently stroked your hair and back with one hand while the other rested on your hip. He waited until your breathing returned to normal before asking anything.Ā
āWhat went wrong?ā Never one to mince his words. It was reassuring in itself. He didnāt sound angry. Not even a slight irritation in his words remained from the start of their evening.
āIā¦ You werenāt there,ā it was hard to put into words, the absence of him. You tried again, āYou werenāt talking. I couldnāt see you. As if it could have been anyone else,ā your eyebrows furrowed, you were still frustrated with not being able to convey it perfectly. His petting soothed you when he hummed in acknowledgement.
āLetās change it up then princess, hmm?ā He maneuvered you onto the bed completely, lying down with you.Ā
āHow about I edge you three times for the remaining punishment and then fuck you till you beg me to stop?ā
You felt blood rush two-ways in your body. Up to your cheeks at the idea, and southwards to reignite the sundering fire. You nodded your head silently.
āI need words baby.ā
āYes, sounds good. But, can you kiss me first?ā You felt undeniably shy, hell he just spanked you, you were in the middle of talking about him driving you close to insanity with his magical hands and tongue and glorious dick. And here you are, shy about asking him for an innocent kiss.
āGood girl,ā he praised you as he closed the gap between your lips. You let yourself melt into the kiss and enjoy the fluttering you felt at his praise. He knew he could make you putty in his hands with just a few praises. And he was right, you were so weak for them when they came out of his mouth.
The mouth that started to wander downwards, peppering kisses onto your neck while his hands unceremoniously ripped your dress from your body.
āHEY! I liked that dress,ā you complained playfully.
āNo, you didnāt. Iāll buy you better ones,ā he answered nonchalantly before biting one of your nipples, making you yelp back the retort that you would have made just to be difficult. He smirked up at you, looking halfway to ridiculous with your nipple still in his mouth. His hand found your other breast and started playing with it just the way you liked it.
He alternated between gentle fondling and tweaking your nipple while he worked the other with his skillful mouth and tongue. You let out your voice to encourage his ministrations, knowing no one would hear you outside the room. One of your hands buried itself into his silky locks, pulling him as close as possible.
As his mouth traveled down, your flush reached towards him as well, not just your cheeks, down until your chest you had flushed due to his attention. When he reached his goal you twisted your free hand into the sheets. Oh how he knew just what to do to make you lose your mind.
He pulled down your panties, as if they had personally offended him. Immediately after he moved your leg to have more space. As he licked you in a long stripe you whined. This much stimuli, while feeling good, was nowhere near enough while in his bed. He chuckled at you, then flicked your clit before sucking on it. He alternated between fucking you on his tongue and playing with your clit until you were nearly sobbing with pleasure. But you knew it will get so much better and worse.
Just as you were close to reaching your peak. As your breathing became incredibly fast and moans left your mouth unrestrained.
āJinā¦ Iām close.ā
You warned. And all touch ceased. You were left on the verge. Flexing your thighs to feel a little bit of relief, unsuccessfully.Ā
āOne down. 2 more to go dear. Colour?ā He caressed your cheek to get your attention.
āGreen.ā You smiled up at him. Even while being punished, like this you could never forget the love you hold for this man. And he never let you forget that he loves you too, you could always feel it in his gentle caresses like now, that let you calm down before he once again put an onslaught of pleasure onto you.
He pecked your lips as his fingers moved downwards. His mouth once again found your nipple while his fingers caressed you at first. His thumb circled your clit before one elegant, long finger got inserted into you. He pumped it experimentally a few times before adding another.
āSo good for me,ā he praised you while picking up the pace of his fingers. He crooked them just enough to hit your G spot in every inward thrust. When he also resumed playing with your clit, you knew this would not take long to get on the edge again. And you were right, just a few minutes later, or were they seconds, you grabbed his head to pull him up towards you. Just by a glance at you, he knew you were close again.
He once again stopped playing with you, but his fingers remained inside you, keeping you open. You whined and tried to move your hips to gain even the slightest friction that might send you over the edge. His other hand pinned you down, and you whined in frustration.
āYou are doing great. One more and I will gladly fuck you until you come again and again,ā he rasped into your ear, thrusting his clothed cock against your thighs once to let you know how much he wants you. He knew what his words can do to you. Even the slightest praise could make you hot and bothered for him.
And thus, once again, the second you calmed down a little, his fingers started moving in you again. His tongue started playing with your clit, intent on driving you as fast to your peak as possible,Ā just to stop before it once again. Thankfully, it was the last one. As you stopped before your peak again, you thought you were close to losing your sanity. You might have just pounced on Jin and rode him till he couldnāt cum more. Maybe tie his hands up too, while you were at it. Maybe another time, you thought as he stripped. As he positioned himself above you, you caressed him, showing your appreciation, your love. He kissed your palm as he slowly entered you, making sure not to overwhelm you at first.
When he sheathed himself fully into you he still waited for you to nudge him. He knew well he wasnāt one of the smallest guys, and that was also true to his nether regions. While you would sometimes enjoy the slight pain, today he instinctively knew it wasnāt one of those nights. Not after the misery he caused you accidentally.
When you had enough of waiting, you lifted your hips to thrust back into him. He immediately started thrusting into you slowly. So slowly it could have been described as torture. You whined at him and let your nails leave marks of your annoyance on his back.
āWant more?ā He thrusted in with a bit more power.
āPlease.ā
āWith pleasure,ā he whispered to you as he picked up the pace.
You loved him like this, when he was close to losing his composure to pleasure, as he was thrusting into you, pulling you both under a wave of indescribable feeling. Verging on the line of love and pleasure. As he found your sweet spot again and pulled you closer and closer to the edge. When he reached down and started playing with your clit again, you gasped even louder than so far.
āJinā¦ Iām closeā¦ Can I?ā You asked in between gasps.Ā
āYeah, cum for me.ā He deliberately aimed at your weak spots, urging you to fall over the edge.
With one last twist of his hips and a stronger stimulus to your clit your back arched as the orgasm rushed through you. Your cunt spasmed around him as he thrusted into you faster, fucking you through your orgasm.
āThatās my good girl.ā You looked up at him, slightly oversensitive. He was close, you knew from the furrow of his brows as he tried to hold out a little more. You whined at his praise. You pulled him impossibly closer with your legs. Pulling him down in a kiss in the meanwhile.
āCum in me, please,ā you whispered into the kiss. Loud enough for him to hear over your mingled breaths.
āFuck, you are gonna be the death of me baby,ā he grunted as he pistoned into you, chasing his orgasm in your sensitive body. Pulling you close by your hips as he thrust one last time and let himself go in you. He was a sight in his orgasm. As his lips gaped just a tiny bit in a soft moan, as his eyes closed in pleasure. You were sure you could find no one who was more beautiful in this moment, not like you would go and search for someone else, when you were in his bed. You werenāt completely stupid.
When he came down his high he pulled out of you, making you groan softly from his absence. He kissed you before starting to get up.
āGood girl. Wait for me. Iām bringing a towel.ā You nuzzled into his hand that caressed you, like a satisfied cat.
He came back promptly, with a damp towel in one of his hands, and a bottle of water in the other. He gently toweled you down before doing the same to himself. Then he gathered you in his arms, making you slowly gulp down mouthfuls of water. When you moved your head away from the bottle, nuzzling into his chest, he drank the remaining water before laying down and cuddling with you. Gently caressing you, he murmured praises to you.
āYou did so great today. My good girl.ā He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your lips with each praise. You sighed, content after the evening. Humming, you lifted your head to bring him into a kiss. A different one from the ones before, not passionate now, but loving and sleepy. The one people share just out of love, to express their feelings.
As you got comfortable against him, sleepiness came fast. Your eyelids became heavier with each passing second. Content, satisfied, happy, you let yourself murmur against his skin.Ā
āI love you Jin.ā
āI love you too,ā he murmured back, kissing your lips one last time. āGo to sleep.ā He pulled you even closer, acting as your heater in the admittedly cold temperature of his dorm under the blankets.
Thatās how you fell asleep that day. Held in his arms, warm, and loved.
god imagine bb having mgs3 ocelot pinned down, teasing his clit or fingering him or something and ocelot is trying so hard to stay quiet to keep his pride intact but the moment the cock goes in his starts practically screaming through his hand moaning like a whore and he looks so fucking ashamed of it
Bb loves to see such a prideful little kitty come undone in his hands. He'd be trying to claw and scratch at bb, not because he isnt enjoying it, Hes already came thrice (he says he didnt but he was literaly convulsing and screaming), He just dosnt like being put into hos rightful place by anyone. When bb starts dicking him down, he yowls like a cat at the vet, face as red as a tomato, eyes narrowed in anger, trying to cover the whorish expression on his face, But he'd be purring tough, he cant hide that, as much as he tries to put on a show of pride his body is loving it, his cunt accommodating bb's dick with slickness he wouldve never been able to managed if he wasnt out of his mind hornknee. by the end of it he realizes some things you just gotta sacrifice and hes willing to throw his pride away if it means serving bb and getting fucked until his voice gives out. it will take a couple more good fuckings to get him to stop pretending that he hated it and to stop being so ashamed but when he pulls that stick out of his ass then hes nothing more than a soft brained kitty in heat around bb, to everyone else he's still feral though and theyre shocked that ocelot can actually act otherwise
For Day 28 of Carry on Countdown 23, Gently. @carryon-countdown
On Simon Snow and Baz Pitch and their respective sets of teeth finding their way into each other's bodies (cont). Part 1 here!
Rated E for... this being what it is (the smut).
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Baz looks so bloody unhinged as heās pulling off my wrist.
I bloody love it. He looks like heās already fucked us both stupid and spent and heās desperate for more. Heās got blood dripping down his chin and his lips are slick with spit and his pupils are blown so wide I think I should be scared, but Iām not. Iām so bloody not. All this, just from biting meā¦ I think Iām just about undone myself.
I pull him down by the neck and sink my teeth hard against his jaw. āNo.ā
My wings wrap around him instinctively and my tail finds his thigh and I draw him in as close as I can before Iām kissing him harder again, tasting my blood on his lips. I drag my tongue hot over that trickle of blood and force it back in his mouth and he moans around my tongue.
I donāt think Iāve ever heard him moan like that before.
āNo?ā He asks as we split apart from that all consuming kiss.
My lips are tingling with it, overheated and sore. I keep risking the touch of his fangs against my lips, against my tongue. Iām like some kind of fiend for them and itās only been a few minutes since Iāve first felt them sink into me properly. āNo,ā I say it again, firmer, squeezing my tail tight against the meat of his thigh, āI want you bloody in me when you bite me.ā
I know Iām being demanding, but it only makes Baz laugh out low and deep. He slips out of his shirt without a word and my hands immediately slide down his perfect bloody chest. Does he always have to look so bloody gorgeous? I bite his shoulder hard for it, and then again over his chest.
āAnd whatās that for, love?ā Heās still bloody laughing. Does it have to be so bloody attractive when heās laughing like that? I bite him again, harder over his arm. āAnd that?ā
āYou. Just bloody you.ā I bite him again just to drive the point home.
He grabs me my the jaw and shoves me back down against the mattress and kisses me hard. I try to bite his lips in protest, but he keeps me pressed hard to the couch to stop my teeth from bruising him more.
I scowl up at him. He smirks down at me. Does that have to be so bloody attractive too?
āSo,ā Basil hums, āYou want me inside?ā
āBloody fucking obviouslyāā Iām so bloody impatient for it. Heās in too many clothes, Iām in too many clothes. Iām bloody fucking soaked already, obviously I want him in me. āWhy am I still bloody dressed?ā
āThat,ā Baz answers as he tugs my tail, āIs a bloody good question.ā
He slips off the couch before I can stop him, out of reach before I can land another vengeful bite for that tug. And then I find myself slung over his shoulder and I canāt help the little āohā that escapes me when I land. Sometimes I forget just how insanely strong being a vampire makes him. His beautiful bare skin is so sodding smooth against my stomach and I want to bite him again for catching me off guard, for feeling so bloody perfect, but the angleās shite for it.
He marches us into the bedroom and my trousers fall aside along the way, moments before Bazā somehow bloody elegantlyā walks right out of his. He tosses me down onto the bed, so un-fucking-ceremoniously, and pulls me out of my shirt, and his hands find my chest without a momentās delay. His fingers tug and twist at me until Iām squirming under him, grinding against the knee heās so graciously providing for my aching cunt.
āYou want me right bloody now?ā His grin grows just a tick more, flashing fang down at me, and my fingers dig into his forearms, tuggin him down hard over me. He keeps himself out of the reach of my teeth. āYou want me bad enough to beg for it? Or should I make you?ā
I bite into my own lip as he asks, tearing that sore back open and scrunching my nose up at him. I hate that heās right. I love that heās right. Iām so bloody fucking conflicted. He sucks the blood from the sore all over again and I canāt stop myself from moaning for him. My fingers digging in hard where they hold him. I hate that heās right, but not enough to stop myself from nodding.
āYouāll beg, Simon Snow?ā He says it like a bloody contract. I hate that it gets me that much wetter.
āIāll begā¦ Iāll beg if you want me to.ā My lips brush hot over his as I say it and his tongue is already running over that split in my lip again, making me moan all over again, hips rutting harder against his knee.
āTell me what you want, loveā¦ā His voice is so bloody beautiful, so bloody darkā¦ Iām so fucking insane for him. Crowley help me, I am not immune to that voice. It sets me on fire, itās so beautiful.
It takes me long moments to work up to it. His lips start wandering over my neck. Heās teasing his fangs over the vein there, and I want to feel them sink in. Iām such a fucking slut about it too, rutting and whining and moaning. My hands keep wandering, and so do his, and his every touch is making me shudder and want that much more.
āI want youā¦ā I start and I can tell just by his look that Baz isnāt impressed with it. I grab his face so I can focus better, not distract myself with his muscles and perfect skin, not let him distract me with those teeth any further. āI want you in me, Baz, right now. The moment you bit me, really. I want to feel you so deep I canāt bloody breathe. I want you to bite me everywhere when you take me. I want you to feel you everywhere, Basil, I bloody fucking need youāā
āYou need me?ā Baz kisses over my palms as he repeats it and Iām already nodding up at him. āHow badly?ā
āFuckāā I moan as I feel his cock press against where Iāve soaked through my pants, the thin fabric hardly enough to stop me from losing my fucking mind all over again, āāplease, I need you so bloody bad, pleaseāā
He doesnāt even bother to take them off, just tears them down the center, like theyāre nothing, and it makes me moan all over again. Heās so bloody filthy. I might cum just from him slipping in.
And then heās in me.
And I absolutely do.
Heās kissing me through it and I canāt think properly. I can so rarely bloody think with him like this. He pulls my legs around his waist and my wings flit up to wrap around him and pull him in closer, hands wrapping around him and fingers digging in. Iām so bloody rough with him, I know Iām leaving him bruised, but heās kissing me so bloody tender and Iām losing my mind. I want him to move, I want to feel him lose his mind as much as Iām losing mine.
I canāt say it though.
Every time I try to speak heās kissing me again, stealing my words, and in the same moment heās slipped a hand between us and his hand is rubbing over my clit and Iām melting all over again, clenching around him like a vice, nearly cumming all over again for him.
āBaz,ā I finally manage, āBaz, please, bloody moveā¦ā Itās practically a sob. Iām pretty sure Iām dying with him refusing to move like this.
He kisses me soft just one more time and then he moves.
My vision turns white.
My hands canāt find a proper place to dig in. His back, his waist, his shoulders, his hairā¦ Theyāre everywhere, itās not enough. He stops my hands with his, pinning them above my head while his teeth start to wander all over again, and then theyāre all I can think about. āBite me, bloody fucking bite me, Basil, fuckāā
He has the nerve to laugh again, āNeedy bloody thingā¦ā he murmurs against my neck, but then his fangs sink in over that vein, impossibly gentle despite the sting of it, and his pace falters for half a moment.
He moans right along with me while heās drinking me and his hips slow down, hitting everywhere just right and my hips move back on instinct. I can feel him everywhere in me. Not just fucking me, but in my bloody veins, in my fucking lungs, in the beat of my pulse. I think my heartās in my bloody throat and it feels so fucking good.
Iām breathless when he pulls off again. He looks as debauched as I feel, licking his lips clean and eyes wild, his bangs haphazard in his eyes.
āYouāre so bloody beautiful,ā He says, making me whine again.
How can he bloody say that when he looks like that? āBasilton Grimm-Pitch, you will bite me again and moveāā
He cuts me off with another bite, lower, and again he moans out with me. My hands are clenching at nothing, twisting in his grip, and he gets the message without my needing to say anything. Not that I could anyway, but he gets it. He lets my hands go to find their home in his hair and he presses in deeper, closer, and I feel him impossibly more.
I feel so bloody perfect wrapped around him like this, like I bloody belong here. Itās near a religious experience. I might be losing my mind, or maybe Iām finding it. I donāt know. I canāt tell anymore.
All I know is I want more, and Baz is all too willing to give it. He bites into me again and again and again and our bodies are moving together in perfect rhythm and I think I mightāve found myself in him, Iām not sure what Iām thinking anymore, except everything is perfect.
His hips pick up when mine falter all over again, spilling unexpectedly after another bite, and then again after another. I think my tits are going to be sore for days with how much heās bitten them, and I wouldnāt have it any other way. He keeps going until Iām begging him to finish, āPlease, with me, please please, fuckās sake, Basil, pleaseāā
And he does, he gasps against my neck, arched obscene for him to drag his fangs over, tempting him to bite again, and he does, again, so bloody gently, even as he topples over for my begging, collapsing on top of me. He stopped himself from drinking so many bites ago, I know, but he still laps his tongue over every wound, treats them tenderly, carefully, each bite a mark of his love, his obsession with me.
Heās so bloody obsessed with me, and even as he says it, I still canāt understand it. Itās alright though. Iām just as obsessed with him.
āGood?ā He manages, and his voice is a low, breathless thing. It feels so bloody good to have taken him to that point.
Iām even further gone on him, only managing a nod in answer, tail brushing over his legs as we relax into each other.
āGood,ā he says again, petting through my hair gently, a contrast to the way Iāve been tugging desperately at his. Heās so bloody perfect. I love him so much. Iām a sweat-streaked, bitten bloody mess, and heās perfect. But heās mine. Heās all mine. And Iām all his. Iām all his.
Fuck, I love him. I manage to say it, I think. If I donāt, he understands it all the same. Heās kissing me stupid all over again. I think Iām going to make him bite me every time after this, if I have any say in it.
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Shiro and Kolivan who are both alphas likes to eat out their omega who is Lance. They also have a lactation kink so their favorite part is drink off the milk from Lance's chest
Oh man, I can see them both as Alphas and good ones too! Kolivan a little older and in better control of his manly alpha urges. (But that doesnāt mean he doesnāt have the stamina because he definitely does) Shiro on the younger side and just a little more animal about the things he wants from their shared omega. (Lets say that omegas are few and far between in space so sharing isnāt that unheard of)
(Fair warning, my know how of ABO dynamics arenāt great, but you said eating out as opposed to blowing so Iām gonna assume that omegas have female genatalia regardless of what gender they identify as?? So, I guess that means AFAB language?)
Most Alphas take what they want and go. Thatās kind of the life of a space-faring omega. Itās what Lance signed up for when he became a ācompanionā on the ship. For every three Alphas on the ship thereās one omega and their only job is to satisfy their assigned Alphas.
Lance got lucky and got picked by the top Alphas on the ship. The advisor Kolivan and ship Captain Shiro. Handsome duo. One older and the other closer to his own age. Respectful and polite which is different for Lance but heās not complaining. In fact, heās doing the furthest thing from complaining at the moment.
Most Alphas only go to their omegas when their rut starts. That or the omegaās heat. Otherwise they barely talk and just go about their duties on the ship. But these twoāare different. After satisfying that urge thereās no āthanks see ya laterā. They stay and nuzzle into his neck, breathe him in, pet his hair. Sweet things heās not accustomed to.
And then thereās the other thing.
They care about his satisfaction too. If they canāt get him off during their romp, afterwards one will hold him while the other eats him out. Tongue sliding against swollen lips, tasting and sucking hisā
āF-Fuck, oh gods, thereā!ā Lance mewls just as Shiro hits the spot.
āPut your fingers in him too, Shirogane,ā Kolivan tells him.
Heās holding Lance to his body back to chest. Kolivan thumbs over his nipples and nibbles gently at Lanceās shoulders and neck making Lance gasp. Teeth at his neck make him feel like submitting and his legs fall open a little wider in need. The scent of a desperate omega fills the air and both Alphas breathe him in hungrily. They will go again tonight but not until their omega is happy too.
Shiro slips his fingers inside Lance. Hot and slick with wet. He continues lapping and flicking his tongue over Lanceās most sensitive spots and massages until Lanceās body is shaking. His chest feelsā¦ohā¦this again. All the stimulation has him lactating again. Happens once in a blue moon, especially after a heat. Kolivan smears fingers with his milk and sucks it off with a sigh.
āYou produce so much,ā Kolivan comments.
Itās true. Already a thin river of it is gliding down his body on the opposite side towards Shiro between his legs.
āYouāll make a fine child bearer one day,ā he adds, licking his fingers. āAble to feed so many kits,ā he whispers. āPerhaps evenā¦ours.ā
āK-Kolivanā¦Shiroā!ā Lance keens.
Lance climaxes under Shiroās tongue and fingers. Kolivan and Shiro lick every drop from him with purring praises and gentle pets. Theyāll fuck him again tonight but for the moment itās nothing but nuzzles and kisses while he comes down from that blinding orgasm. Kits? With Shiro and Kolivan? Heād never considered it before but with how close theyāve grown, with how much they already treat him like a claimed partnerā¦maybe itās not such a bad idea.
