#lemon x reader

Degrading kink, praise kink, oral, jerking him off, vulgar language, penetration, blowjob, flirting, self pleasure, cute

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You were impatient. Shu smirked and held his arms up as you hurriedly took his shirt off. With a lewd grin, he returned the favor. Shivering with arousal you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, leaving you naked, with your legs parted. Shu got up off the bed and watched you pull down his briefs with lust-filled eyes.

Smiling up at him, you took his length in your hand and started stroking, moving up and down. "You're already grabbing my cock like that? Heh." "I'll do more than grab." You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. He groaned and gently fisted your hair.

"Look up at me." You did, smiling around his dick. "Your horny eyes...what a good little slut. Yes, deeper." You sucked harder, maintaining eye contact. You became more arouse and licked every inch of him. "That face you're making, tell me, do you love having my cock in your mouth?" You nodded eagerly, the action around his dick making him groan in pleasure. "Heh, I knew it from the very beginning. You love having your mouth stuffed with cock. You're such a whore."

It was awkward but you were so needy that as you sucked him off, you moved one of your hands to rub your clit. "Fuuuuck...You couldn't even wait for me." Shu said, his eyes zeroing in your fingers playing with yourself. He stroked your hair. "Fucking desperate whore. Touching yourself like that. Only a whore like you would have no shame." He chuckled, but when you sucked his tip hard he moaned and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. You bobbed your head and he gripped your hair tighter, his body tensing.

He unleashed his seed inside your mouth with a sexy moan. You swallowed and made a big show of licking the extra cum from your lips, which made him chuckle. "What a face you're making. A slut, but a pretty slut."

You squealed in delight as he pushed you down on the bed. He spread your legs wide and moved inbetween them. You could feel his dick against your inner thigh and you wrapped your legs around his hips.

He took one of your breasts in his hand and he lavished kisses and small little nibbles on your other breast. "Shu..." you whimpered. He kissed a trail down your torso, now both of his strong hands massaging your breasts, before he got to your sex. You squealed again as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders, but sighed in pleasure when he pressed kiss after kiss against your sensitive flesh. "Ngh...Haa..." "You taste so sweet." He murmured. He licked you and your hand shot out, grabbing his hair. "Shu! Keep going." You pleaded.

"Yeah? The little slut can't get enough." He dove back in, licking and sucking your clit. You writhed in pleasure, grabbing his head as you practically grinded your hips into his face. "Yes, Moan loud, just like that." He muttered before trailing his tongue up to your clit again. "Good girl. Let everyone know what a slut you are for my tongue." You moaned again, your body trembling. "Good girl. Just like that."

Your legs shook and you could feel the building of your orgasm. Shu's muscular arms held you down as you thrashed and moaned louder and louder until you shattered, cumming against his face. "Haaa...haa..." you panted, pressing your hand against your breasts. Your lover got up and kissed you, and you melted into it, touching his face with one hand, the fingers on your other hand curling around the back of his neck.

The two of you kissed for a few moments, panting against each other. His hands roamed your waist and breasts, and yours roamed his broad shoulders and strong arms. He pressed a kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

Shu positioned himself so his cock was aligned, holding himself up he started to move in. You gripped the sheets and your head leaned back, you moaned as he slid in, stretching you in the most delicious way. Shu groaned quietly when he was buried fully inside you.

You lifted your legs and he smirked. "Fuck yeah. Keep them wide." You nodded and grabbed his shoulders. You moaned his name as he pounded into you. "Fuck. So fucking tight." He panted, biting your shoulder, which made you cry out.

He let himself lean fully on top of you, and in response you wrapped your arms around his neck and moved your legs higher, allowing your lover better access. He hit a sweet spot and you moaned, arching your hips. Shu groaned your name into your ear.

He grunted and growled. He put one hand in between your bodies and rubbed your clit expertly. Your nails dug into his skin in response and you closed your eyes, chasing your release. Grinding against him desperately you whimpered and cried until you climaxed onto his cock.

"Fuck!" Shu groaned and pounded into you faster. He gripped your arms and held you down as he thrusted harder, approaching his own orgasm. His blue eyes bore into yours until he closed them, his body tensing again. He moaned and fell on top of you, panting loudly as he cummed inside you.

For a few minutes you just panted and held each other, as you felt his large cock grow soft. He kissed you and pulled out, then spread out next to you and pulled you into his arms. You kissed his chest.

"Heh, as long as you're a slut for me, I don't mind."

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somehow, over the years, a tradition had begun. every job well done deserved a reward. and the degree of that reward varied on speed of the job, cleanliness, the week out of the month and your own personal libido.

after especially good jobs, they'd return to the hotel, lemon would get a kiss and a praise before retiring to watch the game on the TV while tangerine buried his face between your thighs and ate your pussy until he had his fill.

after the bullet train incident, you thought they'd be too exhausted to even think about anything other than sleeping. you'd managed to keep in contact with them for most of the night, but once they both stopped responding, you raced to Kyoto to go get them.

the carnage was immeasurable and heartbreaking. you screamed for them until your throat was raw, digging through the rubble with Jo-burg and his Handler. finally, you found them both- bloodied and bruised, dazed from the crash and cursing like usual.

"oh my god, Lord above," you breathe, wrapping your arms around them tightly. "don't you ever fucking scare me like that again, you fucking dickheads! do you hear me!?" "we hear you peach," lemon murmurs, his large palm resting atop your head. "yeah, we'll be more careful next time," tangerine agrees. "I swear to God, we are investing in some earpieces for the next job. I'm tired of your phones breaking and losing contact." "agreed," they both sigh.

the hotel isn't far, especially not with the Dodge Charger you rented. it takes everything in you not to fuss over them. you know they don't like it when you worry, but you were truly worried about all of their injuries. you order room service, but once they're done cleaning up, the dinner is completely ignored.

seconds after tangerine left the bathroom- before you could even get a word out to ask how he was feeling- he stormed over to the bed, pushing you back against the mattress. his hair was still dripping from his shower, his bare chest shining in the low light. the sight made you embarrassingly wet.

"oi, let me at least leave the room first!" lemon yells, gathering his duffel for a shower. you weren't sure how tangerine managed to find any restraint, but he was able to hold out until the bathroom door closed. all bets were off then.

your pants were discarded, your panties hastily tugged aside and his tongue met your core with a warm eagerness. it felt right for him to be there, like coming home. his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, his rings cool against your skin. a gasp leaves your lips and he shushes you gently, whispering a hasty "itadakimasu" into your folds. 'when in Rome' they say. and you were still in Kyoto. guess he was really leaning into the culture of the country.

your giggle dies in your throat as he worms his tongue into your entrance, digging deep in search of your sweet taste he had become addicted to. "fuck- tangerine-" you gasp. one hand tangles loosely in his hair. the other digs into the sheets. he whispers soft praises and words of delight straight into you, melting into the embrace of your pussy.

"always so ready for me. so happy to see me, aren't you?" he whispers, his teeth catching your clit just long enough to make you arch, but not long enough to make you tremble.

he'd learned your body, your reactions, what pleased you, what you hated, how to get you to the point of screaming without tipping you over the edge. no one knew you as well as tangerine. and that fact terrified you.

his mustache nuzzled at your sensitive skin, making everything feel alight and more intense. "lord- tangerine-" you murmur. "youre so-" "I know I am, love," he whispers. "let me compliment you!" "hell no, it'll all go to my head and it'll get huge and how will I fit between these beautiful thighs then?"

he pulls away only enough to meet your eyes. his lips still press to your mound, not letting himself pull too far away. "and you're the only one who needs complimenting here. you and this beautiful cunt."

two orgasms in, the bathroom door swings open again. lemon emerges, dressed in comfortable pajamas with a towel around his neck. "ohhh, look at you, peach," he murmurs upon seeing you. "so beautiful. how many did he pull from you while I was bathing?" "two," you pant, incredibly flushed and breathless.

"beautiful thing," he mumbles. he bends, greedily taking his kiss reward while you could barely catch your breath. sweetly, he rubs your cheek. possessiveness is a given for men who grew up with very little. "positively stunning. i think I'll watch you both tonight instead of the game."

true to his word, lemon sits himself in the hotel lounge chair with a glass of ice cold water in his hand and a bottle of liquor on the end table beside him. his gaze is low and intent, swelteringly warm. it holds a promise, or maybe its just a deep interest.

all analytical thought left your mind as tangerine finally gave your clit some attention. he kissed it sweetly, as one would a lover. one could say that your pussy was in fact his lover. he's sweeter to her than he is to you. he says nicer things to her. he treats her like she's her own being.

his tongue curls around your clit, holding it like a pearl in an oyster shell. not sucking, not licking, just holding. the gentle easy pressure drove you crazy, but if you expressed this desperation, he'd only make you wait longer. he was cruel like that. loving, but cruel.

a third orgasm, a fourth, a fifth. tangerine never leaves your sweet embrace for longer than a single breath. lemon's eyes never leave your trembling body.

eroticism has nothing but everything to do with you. to the untrained pervert, you sprawled on a hotel bed getting eaten out by a sexy British man was practically pornography. but lemon knew better. this was art in motion. a beautiful woman and an equally beautiful man engaging in a beautiful act together.

if lemon was any dumber, he would find a way to compare it to Thomas the Train, but he'd previously learned his lesson and the knocks on his noggin' hadn't killed off all of his common sense yet. he knew to keep his mouth shut while tangerine was getting his fill of you.

sixth, seventh, eight orgasm. he slows, but never stops. every drop of arousal that your body gives him, he gratefully and lovingly accepts. by now, you might as well have been compressed in a Jello mold with how weak your muscles and movements were. they both notice the beginnings of tears forming in your eyes at the same time. this was your breaking point.

tangerine reluctantly leaves your pussy, allowing himself only three more soft licks before he sits up. he kneels on the floor at the foot of the bed, wiping the remaining slick from his chin.

"you alright there, love?" he murmurs, caressing your calf. it's hard to come up with words, so you simply give a weak thumbs up. "god, you almost killed her with that," lemon murmurs, finally standing from the cuck chair. he comes over to the bed, cupping your face in his hand. "but what a beautiful expression it gave her, hm?"

"are you breathing, peach?" tangerine laughs, getting up from his knees to sit on the bed beside you. you manage a nod and a fucked-out grin that had them both on the verge of continuing despite your exhaustion. "I'm doin' just fine," you whisper. "good. how are those legs feeling?" it was a silly question, they could see your muscle spasms and trembles perfectly fine.

"lets get you cleaned up, then, darling. can you stand?" "of course not, you jackass!"

a/n: been over a month since I posted any type of nourishment, I apologize deeply to anyone who cares. crazy how asking for more hours means actually getting more hours. rewatched Bullet Train and remembered the loml. I didn't think of any plot past getting eaten dizzy, so forgive me.

like this one? well, I got plenty more where that came from! I even made a Masterlist

You looked up at him, icing bag squeezed in your hands. A gob of the icing fell on the edge of the roof, souring the meticulous outline you had.

"You are being dramatic," Tangerine chided.

"Me? Dramatic? I would never," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

He watched you closely as he put the gumdrop between his teeth, a wicked grin on his face.

"Oh, you bitch," you said. "You've done nothing but be a pain this entire time!"

"Me? Love, where's your manners? All I'm doing is helping out. What more can I do?"

You narrowed your eyes. "You know what you can do?" you asked. "You can eat my icing."

He snorted at your words. "What?"

Before he even realized what you were doing, because who in their right mind would even do this, you were pointing the piping bag of icing right at him and squeezing it. It didn't really get very far, falling from the bag and plopping down on his trousers, but it was enough for him to glare at you.

"You're fuckin' jokin', now, ain't you love? What the fuck was that?"

"Payback," you simply said. You go back to your gingerbread roof, carefully scraping the already drying icing off. You cursed under your breath. "This is gonna suck, because of you!"

"Because of me?"

"Yes, because of you, you—"

You hadn't a chance to finish before a gumdrop was launched at your face. You paused and looked up at him, wiping the sugary excess from your cheek.

"You wanna play that game?"

"Not a game, mate," he said, grabbing a handful of sprinkles. "Don't do anythin' you'll live to regret."

You quickly stand and grab a handful of sprinkles as well, ready to throw it at him, when his brother walked into the kitchen, seeing the two of you ready to launch red, white, and green sugary specs at each other.

Lemon blinked slowly seeing as the two of you had paused, glancing back at him.

"What in the hell are you two doing?" he blurted. "Fuckin' right mess, you've made. Who the fuck's gonna clean it all up?"

One glance was shared between the two of you. That's all it took for you to both throw the handfuls of sprinkles at Lemon, practically chasing him out of the kitchen, yelling about how he was not gonna be the one to clean up the fuckin' gingerbread trash house they made.

Of course, it wasn't the only bit of sprinkle thrown.

Tangerine grabbed another handful and grabbed you by the bicep, pulling you into his chest. The hand of sprinkles hovered precariously over your head.

"Don't. You. Dare."

Tangerine's eyes flashed with wicked glee. "What'll you do, Y/n? Ice me to death?"

"Tangerine, stop it!"

He let a few of the sprinkles spill from his hand and onto your head. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss before he did the unthinkable—he let his hand down the front of your shirt and dropped the sprinkles from his hand.

You shrieked, and rightfully so, grabbing the icing from the table and pointing it at all, all the while sprinkles falling from the top you wore.

"You are so annoying!" you nearly yelled, squeezing the piping back so hard that it popped at the top. You began swatting him with the plastic, only to be laughed at by your assassin boyfriend.

He grabbed you by the hip, other hand grabbing your wrist that held the piping back.

"I am annoying? Who started this fuckin' thing?"

"You did!"

"I did, hm? You better watch your pretty little mouth, love," he said, eyes narrowing playfully.

You scoffed and let the piping back drop to the floor, still feeling sprinkles in your shirt. You watched him closely, slowly catching your breath.

"Why the fuck did you put them down my shirt?"

"I saw the chance, I took it," he said. "Was hopin' you would've taken it off by now," he cheekily grinned, capturing your lips with his once more.