#the chain is pressing against his bum

[d-lanx]

punk takes the walk of shame

#ooh lala #sweaty #raw red skin #still handcuffed #the chain is pressing against his bum #nice #cm punk

[dizscreams]

Show Off — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Jack showing off ur matching necklaces during an instagram live

A/N: “honestly i know u had a thought abt the instagram live one and i feel like with him you could do a lot with answering questions and then him going over to readers dresser and showing the necklace and maybe some fluff when reader comes back?” A LITTLE COLLAB FROM ME AND @ang3lik <33 I KNOW I HAD SAID INTERVIEW WHEN I CAME UP WITH THE IDEA so I hope you guys don’t mind that I switched it to a instagram live! I just couldn’t think of a way to start the interview idea I’m sorry :(

He toyed with the initial of your first name on the gold chain he wore around his neck while thinking of what to do. You weren’t at home with him, you were at work which he was very bummed out about. Luckily being in your room comforted him as he waited for you to arrive home.

He wasn’t snooping around or anything he just missed you and your bed was comfortable. Plus the room smelt like you and he liked admiring all the posters and decorations you had in your room.

He looked at the clock, it hadn’t changed from when he looked at it just 30 seconds ago. He groaned and kept scrolling through Instagram pretty bored out of his mind and not really paying attention to his feed. After thinking of what he could do he decided it might be a fun idea to go live. Why not? He’d never done one of his own before, well he’s never done one now that he’s gained popularity.

He made sure he looked presentable and looked at the ‘Go Live’ button. He wasn’t sure what he’d do, probably just talk to fans and hope it wasn’t boring. He had a feeling they’d eat it up though. Lately, it seemed he could breathe and everyone would go wild. It amused him to be completely honest.

He propped up his phone and sat against the headboard of your bed and pressed ‘Go Live’.

Once it started he awkwardly played with his hands waiting for people to join. It didn’t take long, in about 2-3 minutes there was already a bunch of people flooding the chat with ‘hi’s’ and ‘love you’s’ and a bunch of questions. They weren’t anything specific just about him and his job, he was grateful they weren’t too invasive.

user97027: hii jack! are you working on any new films right now??

He saw the comment as it quickly flashed by, “Yeah I am actually, I’ve been working on Freaky Tales and Everything’s Going to Be Great. So yeah, I’m excited for you guys to see those,” he said with a soft smile across his face.

user88992: did you always want to be an actor?

“Uh, it wasn’t really planned,” he chuckled, “just the day I found out you could get paid for acting and it was a legitimate job I was immediately on board,” he talked with his hands as he answered the question. He leaned forward with his eyes squinted a bit, trying to find another question.

user561183: Jack!! Who would you say inspires you the most?

“Oh man that’s a good question, who inspires me the most,” he repeated the question as he put his chin in his palm and lightly tapped his fingers across his cheek as he thought of a good answer. “I’d have to say my castmastes and my family definitely. Oh! And my girlfriend, of course. They’re all very supportive of me.”

He slightly laughed as a bunch of “awe’s” ran through the chat. He scanned through the chat, almost getting a little bored cause of how awkward he felt. It wasn’t uncomfortable for him he just wasn’t used to this but he liked talking with his followers nonetheless. As he was about to come up with an excuse to log off he saw a question that made his eyes light up.

user336473: what’s the initial on your necklace stand for?

He wasted no time in answering, “The initial on my necklace is my girlfriend’s! She actually has a matching one but it has my initial instead. I could probably show you guys, one second. She didn’t take it to work today” He explained as he got up, taking his phone with him, and excitedly waddled over to your vanity. Jack propped his phone on a little stand up mirror you had and gently took the piece of jewelry and held it up. “Isn’t it cute? I got these for us on our 6 month anniversary,” he told his viewers as he proudly smiled.

A knock on your door made him quip his head towards the entrance of your room, “Jack, you in there?” He looked at his camera whisper shouting a little “She’s backk! Hold on,” he then looked back at the door, “Come in!” he yelled.

Once he saw your figure opening the door a lovey smile adorned his face. He was head over heels for you and made no effort to hide it. “Oh hey babe, I was just showing them our matching necklaces.”

“Them?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm, I’m on instagram live,” he softly grabbed your hand giving it a chaste kiss before bringing you in front of the camera. “Guys this is y/n my girlfriend, y/n these are my instagram followers,” he introduced with a goofy smile as he wrapped his hands around your waist and gave the back of your head a kiss.

You looked at the chat, which was gushing with comments about how cute you two were. It made you smile as you remember what he told you when you came in, “Wait, you were showing them our necklaces?”

“Yeah! Someone asked about it and I think I started rambling,” Jack explained as he toyed with the chain that was still in his hands suddenly getting an idea, “Can I put it on you?” He whispered into your hair so only you could hear. You nodded at his question not being able to contain the shy smile on your face as he let go of your waist and put your hair to rest on your left shoulder, giving you goosebumps. Once he made sure none of your hair would be in the way he undid the necklace and slowly put it around your neck. He made sure it was centered properly and closed the clasp, “Perfect,” he said as he gave a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“You’re such a show off, Jack,” you laughed at his shocked expression as he put a hand on his heart with a small scoff, “What?! Can you blame me for wanting to show you off? Look at you!” He told you as his signature goofy smile reappeared on his face causing you to laugh more. “No I guess not,” you smirked as you gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, causing him to get a little flustered. To be honest you both kinda forgot you were live, you were too busy wrapped up in each other, until Butters entered the room meowing so loud you and Jack snapped out of your love sick gazes and turned to him.

“Aw, what is it, Butters?” Jack asked as he went over and picked the cat up and cradled him like he was his baby, technically he was. Butters only answered with another meow causing you to pet him on the head, “I think he’s hungry,” you looked up at Jack. Another meow followed.

“Alright, I hear you Butters,” he turned back to the camera where he saw the chat freaking out about the adorable moment you two just shared, “We have to go but thank you all for joining. Byeee!” He disconnected the live and quickly put Butters down.

You looked up at him confused but didn’t get to say a word before Jack was kissing your lips. You kissed back and pulled away after a few moments. “What was that for?”

He shrugged, “I dunno, I’ve just been wanting to do it all day,” he said as he smirked. As he was leaning in for another, his movements got cut off by another loud meow from Butters. Jack groaned as he put his head on your shoulder and you laughed as you lifted his head up and slightly pushed Jack’s curls from out of his eyes before you kissed his forehead, “C’mon lets go,” You grabbed his hand and you followed Butters into the kitchen.

He had a lazy smile on his face with hearts in his eyes. This man was so whipped for you.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I love this sm <33

tags: @ashlesys-blog @wekiamo @dizzyscreams

#not proofread #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫 #angel!! :) #jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #avatar the way of water #spider socorro

[justmeinatree]

Just A Little Taste

Summary : harry plays into your pain kink in a way you never could have imagined (feat. lhh)

TW : smut, reader pain kink, dom/sub dynamics, safe word use

Word Count : 2.1k

the handcuffs clink against the metal head board to your bed, harry’s nails scratching down the backside of your naked thighs.

your hands were currently cuffed together, the chain on the handcuffs looped through one of the intricate iron bars that adorned your bed. your head was pressed into the mattress, arms stretched above it, your bum high in the air.

you loved nights like this. where you could both just play. there was no time constraint, which meant harry took his sweet time with you. on nights like these, you’d both slip further into your roles, allowing yourselves to really let go and be all in. 

there was no denying it, you were fairly submissive long before you’d ever met harry. but you never had the opportunity to connect with a partner that was considered even remotely dominant. you’d never been with someone that had the experience harry had, and all the new firsts your body had just been patiently waiting for, made your toes curl.

and well harry did not complain, could barely keep his cock in his pants, when you looked at him with those doe eyes. he saw the need in you from a mile away. so when you two hooked up that night, he gave you a small taste of what he could do for you. always checking in for consent along the way. you had never been so blown away by a man in your entire life.

and so safe. especially the time he explained that even though he’s in the dominant role, you, the submissive, holds all the power. you’re the one that sets the scene. you’re the one that holds the safe word card. he gets pleasure out of your pleasure. the moment it stops being good for you, it stops being good for him. you’d never been so reassured by a partner in your entire life. and as someone with a pain kink, reassured is what you needed.

so that brings you here. with harry’s nails slowly raking up and down your thighs, your bum, your back. all the way up your arms, giving himself the opportunity to kiss against your ear and neck, sucking little bruises into your skin. your body shudders as his hair tickles along your skin, making harry nip playfully on your shoulder, “should i tie it up ?” he hums quietly, not wanting to disrupt the quiet moment you’re both basking in.

you manage a bit of a shrug, as best as you can in the position you’re in, “s’up to you. just tickles a bit.”

harry leans back into his kneeled position behind you, nails raking down your back as he goes to grasp the hair tie around his wrist. holding it up with two fingers, he gets an idea, gently letting it snap back against his skin. 

he hums quietly to himself, pulling the hair tie off his body and holds it taught between his index and his thumb. “do you trust me, poppet ?” harry asks quietly.

“always,” you hum without a second thought as harry places the tie against the back of your thigh, right where it meets your ass. he pulls on it, not too far, as he’s just testing your reaction, and lets it snap back against your skin.

your body jolts instantly, eyebrows furrowing as you groan, “fuck, what is that ?”

“a hair tie,” harry mumbles, mesmerized by the way your skin rippled as the tie kissed your skin. “colour, baby.”

“green, try that again. harder,” you hum, settling yourself deeper into the bed. you had loved the little jolt it sent through you, the way it made your toes curl and your breath drain itself from your lungs.

harry moves his hand with the tie up your body, right to the swell of your ass. he pulls the band up quite a bit higher than last time, watching the jiggle of your skin as the tie slaps against your bum. 

you moan out louder this time, your back arching, as your pussy clenches over nothing. without another second to breathe, harry snaps the tie again 3 more times right around the same spot.

you gasp in a breath as his left hand comes to smooth over the spot, his tongue reaching out to lick at the bright red bruise forming on your skin. “colour ?”

“green, green, fuck harry, why’s a hair tie so good ?” you groan, slightly embarrassed by how much the sting is getting you off.

and if you needed a moment to fall in love with him just that little bit more, his reply holding no hint of shame towards you, “fuck i dont know, but you look so good taking it poppet. want more ?”

“please, please, please,” you breathe out. “never want you stop.” 

harry smiles at that, although you cant really see him, bringing his right hand, with the tie, over to your left bum cheek, a little lower towards your thigh, and closer to your dripping center. he pulls it back further this time, snapping 5 consecutive times.

your body trembles as he finishes, his tongue darting out to soothe you again. he laps over the fresh wound softly, kissing over your skin.

he’s so close to your pussy, you can feel a few stray strands of hair tickling you, making your body involuntarily lean towards his mouth.

harry pulls away, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, “m’trying to make you feel better and here you are being greedy.”

“no, no, i’m sorry honey, your mouth just feels so good, you know how hard it is for me to resist you,” you add, silently praying that he just goes with it.

“stop sucking up,” he chuckles lightly, taking note of your pussy for the first time in a while. and christ, you really are wet. like really wet. dripping down onto the bed, wet. and for a moment harry feels bad. like he’s neglected your poor cunt. it’s desperately screaming for attention. as he goes to run his fingers through your sopping center, he notices the hair tie still wrapped around his thumb and index.

“wanna try something,” harry mumbles without a second though. 

he runs his hands from your hips, down your thighs to your knees, giving you a silent signal to lay down flat on your tummy. as you do what he asks of you, harry helps you turn over, onto your back.

“hi poppet,” he smiles at you, leaning over you to kiss your lips, something he hasn’t done since he tied you on your front.

you smile into the very welcomed kiss, having missed the comfort of his lips on yours. you slip your tongue into his mouth when he goes to speak, cutting him off before the first syllable even leaves him. you tug on the cuffs, wishing you could grip into his hair and keep his lips attached to yours.

but harry pulls away, shaking his head playfully as his index gently flicks your nose. “be good, poppet. wanna try something. think you’ll like it, but you’ll tell me if you dont, yeah ?”

“i will,” you hum, smiling at him. you wholeheartedly trust him, and your toes curl in anticipation, your tummy flipping with curiosity as you anxiously await to see what he’s got planned.

you watch as harry sits back on his knees, your legs on either side of his hips. his hands massage their way over your thighs, working their way inwards as he grips into your flesh, spreading your legs wide open for him. with any other partner, you would have been mortified right now. but not even a speck of that feeling exists with harry. 

his eyes rake over your inner thighs, seeing the mess your cunt has made. his gaze settles around mid thigh, the hair tie coming back into play and snapping against your sensitive skin.

your hips jolt, harry’s hands keeping your legs open before shifting to your other thigh, snapping the band a bit higher. each snap makes your body tremble more as he keeps up the alternating pattern, making his way higher and higher up your thighs.

harry watches as your pussy clenches with each snap, a dribble of your arousal leaking every time, as your hips jump up in search of any kind of friction. his prick is so rock hard, absolutely dying to bury himself inside you. but he needs to try this first. needs to see how you’ll react.

he places the tie taught between his fingers, just higher up than your clit, over your mound, wanting to test the waters out first. harry watches over your face, seeing a bit of apprehension, “s’just me, baby. i’ve got you. can stop anytime. give me a colour, please.”

and as anxious as you were, you were so excited, “green. just do it, please,” you groaned, the anticipation killing you.

harry snaps the band, not too hard, really not wanting to push you. he hears the loud moan leaving your chest, your stomach twitching. he places it a bit lower, right above your clit, “m’gonna need your colour again, poppet.”

“fuck, fuck, it’s green. can go harder,” you whimper, your nails digging painfully into your palms, waiting for it to smack against your most sensitive spot.

when the band hits against your clit, not too much harder than last time, harry notices a small trickle of liquid running down your cunt. “no fucking way,” he whispers to himself, eyebrows furrowed, your ears ringing much too loudly to hear him.

harry snaps the tie two times consecutively, a little harder again, as a bit more than a trickle escapes you this time. 

he can’t believe what he’s seeing, completely mesmerized by your heat, a groan from deep in his throat works its way out of him. without giving you much time to catch a breath, harry snaps it again, much harder this time, as a gush squirts out of your cunt.

“jesus fuck, poppet,” harry groans, dropping down to the bed, throwing the hair tie onto the bed, his mouth colliding with your sensitive pussy. 

your body is trembling from the attack on your clit, not having a moment to breathe before harry delved in to suck harshly on your abused cunt. 

you feel a bit disoriented, tugging hard on the restraints, needing to feel anchored to him somehow. “fuck, fuck harry, yellow,” you plead out, his ears perking up as he hears one of your safe words.

harry pulls away from you, his hands massaging your inner thighs, “what do you need honey, talk to me ?” he asks quietly, not wanting to overwhelm you. a yellow means slow down, and check in. he hopes this doesn’t turn into a red, that’s not exactly the way he hopes his cock goes soft tonight. 

“untie me, please,” you groan, tugging on the cuffs for good measure. 

harry nods without a second thought, reaching for the key on the nightstand and taking them off you, letting them clang to the floor. he holds your wrists gently in his hands, kissing the bruises left in the wake of your restraints.

“were they hurting ?” he asks, his hands gliding up your arms, settling on your back as he looks into your eyes, wanting to really see how you’re feeling.

“no, just a bit overwhelmed. needed to feel you,” you hum, your fingers running through harry’s locks, grabbing a good handful, “you can keep going anytime,” you smirk, adding cheekily.

he groans at the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair. as much as he loves seeing you tied up, the lack of touches torture him a bit too. “lesson for ya poppet, dont ever sass the mouth that’s snogging with your cunt.”

“i would, but your mouth is giving me a lecture, s’not snogging anything,” you challenge back, smirk growing wider. 

harry laughs, kissing your nose, “cant be mad at that. did you need me to slow down, love ? how has it been so far ? wanna check in completely, after that yellow.”

“maybe a bit slower,” you hum, rubbing your nose against his. “we have tons of time, yeah ?” you pause to kiss him, your lips slotting with his, sucking sweetly on the swell of his lip. “s’been really good so far, just really needed the cuffs off. needed to be able to feel closer to you after that.”

harry nods, totally understanding, delving back into your mouth, taking his time with you. reminding himself that tonight there’s really no need to rush, thankful for the odd occasion where time doesn’t exist.

“so, how many times should i make you cum then, poppet ?”

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Masterlist

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles writings #harry styles masterlist #one direction #lhh #writings #justmeinatree #long hair harry

[lovejosephquinn]

what do you think joes top kinks are 🫣

SORRY IM IN A MOOD TONIGHT

HAIR PULLING

he will do it in every situation he can even if he’s not meaning to be sexual at the time, just as a mere memory, like just walking past you and tugging your ponytail, looking back to give you a smug smirk to remind you of when he had you bent over the bed with your hair wrapped around his fist so that he could fuck you even harder

SPANKING

he loves a reason to touch your bum, but he’ll find an excuse to make out that you need a telling off, patting on his lap during the middle of a movie, whispering his imagined reason and tell you to pull your panties down so that he can give you your punishment

CHOKING

when he’s railing you like a rag doll, his hand will cover the entirety of your throat, pressing down onto you and watch the tears seep from yours eyes as his stare deeply at his work, sending you into ecstasy whilst the sound of his balls slapping against your body and your distorted moans can be heard, you’re losing oxygen but you couldn’t give a fuck

BLINDFOLDS AND HANDCUFFS

he’d want it both ways, you to be bound and chained and vice versa, teasing and edging the fuck out of each other until you couldn’t take it no more. he loves the way it makes you both even more feral for one another and makes the sex all the more rough once you can finally get a hold of each other. if he’s the one in the submissive position, joe will beg you to play with him and then beg you stop but if it’s the other way around, best believe you’re being called a whore and his good little girl

DRESSING UP

he loves it when you put on a pretty outfit for him and call him sir, playing the innocent sweet girl who will take to his every command, it’s when his dominant side comes out, a more possessive side arises and marks and bruises are left as a claim that he’s the only one who will ever touch you in that way again, he will compliment you more than you can imagine on how beautiful you are but will still choke you in that get up

Ugh

#angel 💛 #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine

[indouloureux]

hi, first of all i love your work sm, literally everything you write is amazing and you never disappoint <3

sorry if you’ve already had something like this, but could you do something abt watching the sun rise with joseph quinn? maybe the reader just wakes up in the early morning and she wakes up joe to watch the sun with him, maybe something like going out to the balcony as well and sharing a cigarette.

tysm ily <33

mixing it with this request <3 also ily thank you for requesting

the waves move freely, the mellifluous sound of swishing from the sea tickles your ears just the right air. the salt air caresses your ample skin, and sand titillates the soles of your feet as they seep through the cracks of the wooden floors on the balcony.

he's wearing that lilac shirt he loves so much, unbuttoned to expose his front. his silver chain doubled, hanging loosely around his neck. and as you expected, there's a cigarette between his lips.

your footsteps alert him, turning his head over his shoulder to half smile at you. you tug on the ends of your borrowed shirt, coming up to wrap your arms around him from behind, nose dug on the wrinkles of his purple shirt, his musk of rich perfume and cigars filling in your nostrils.

he grunts, followed by a small laugh when he slithers a vacant hand across your forearms to lace his fingers with yours.

"good morning," he rasps, a gentle laugh leaving him. "how was your sleep,"

"‘was alright," your speech is muffled by the thin fabric of his shirt. "didn't expect to wake up so early though,"

his arm moves behind to maneuver itself on your back, moving you in front of him. you slot yourself against his chest, his strong arm wrapped protectively around your waist, pressing you against the balcony.

joseph kisses the top of your head, feeling you go lax in his soft touch when lethargy still adds a heavy weighted blanket over your shoulders. "still tired? we can go back to bed,"

you say nothing, reaching up to pluck the cigarette from his hand with your thumb and index and place it in your mouth. you inhale, sucking the smoke until it reaches your lungs, puffing it out slowly.

"i wanna stay up,"

he mutters a small okay, rubbing his rough palm along your bare arms. your own vacant hand runs across his stomach, thumb grazing his happy trail, clasping on his torso beneath the shirt as you exchange the small cigarette. and he can't stop touching you, even with the cigar in his mouth.

the hand around your waist slithers itself beneath your shirt to massage your hot skin chastely, umber eyes watching the sun appear from beneath the broken sea, a gaussian blur of yellow, orange to sky blue at the dawn of a new day.

a sizzling sound when he takes another hit. "what'd you wanna eat for breakfast?"

"mcdonalds,"

"eugh," he scrunches his nose. "we're at a hotel. don't you wanna try, i don't know, sausages? eggs! they make good eggs, baby. you've been eating to much mcdonalds,"

you hit his thigh with your bum. "if we eat mcdonalds, i'll take you to where the dolphins are,"

you look up, top of the head on his chest, his chin on your forehead with his overgrown stubble tickling your skin. joseph thinks for a moment, sticking the cigarette between your lips without you even asking.

"i get you mcdonalds, and we swim with the dolphins. deal?"

he smiles when you nod. "that's a deal, button."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn

[silverstonesainz]

I have this headcanon that, because Mick is very sweet, golden boy from what we see irl he’s lowkey an absolute menace in the frat au.

can be very flirty, will absolutely tease the girl he’s in a situationship in public by whispering dirty things in her ear, teasing touches but immediately acting as if nothing happened and like the ‘golden boy’ he’s made out to be. hes very careful and calculated when showing this side and knows the exact moments to push his girl’s buttons to rile her up while flashing that smile of his. he’s very observant and immediately picks up on what innocent type actions he does (like working out, wearing a certain chain necklace, doing things with his hands) brings out a reaction in reader and then absolutely exploits those points to get her all flustered.

he's 100% that fucking guy. he's a little shit, and his girl know. to be fair she really didn't know until she was deep in it and he whispered something so dirty during a social she couldn't speak the rest of the night. and at first she's a little nervous and fidgety-- really shy about it. but the longer she's with mick, the more she enjoys the game. at that point theyre just trying to outdo the other and see who folds first. and she always folds first.

dude imagine like she's hanging out at the house, maybe playing mario kart with the guys or smth and mick slowly inches his hands from her hip to her bum, squeezing softly. he so subtly pulls her closer to him. i can picture him pressing his lips against her shoulder, and it looks like such a sweet little action but it's really not because slowly, while no one is looking and everyone is all too engrossed by the game on the tv, mick's got his lips along the curve of her neck and whispers "c'mon pretty girl, you got this." "that's my girl."

also i sent this to jay and you broke her

#a-nonnie #greek row: brainrot #mick schumacher #frat mick

[blatantlyright]

Tenderly

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Day 16-Kinktober

Tags/tw: p in v, oral (f receiving), Joe quinn, soft and sweet, welcome home, unprotected sex, fiancée.

Kinktober Masterlist

18+ only minors DNI

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You stepped into the shower. Exhaustion was going to get the best of you any minute. Your fiancée Joe was flying home sometime in the morning. It had been three months since you felt him in person. Regardless of how tired you may be, you were going to want him in the morning. These press tours kept getting longer. You didn’t mind, but you very much looked forward to touching him.

Honey and lavender lathered in your hair, you leaned back to rinse out the shampoo. When you opened your eyes you heard the bathroom door latch closed. Worried you’d lost your mind, you cautiously took a peak out of the curtain. “Hi!”, Joe beamed in that flirty way he greeted everyone. His skin was tanned. He looked so happy, yet so tired.

“I thought you were due in the morning,” you gasped. “I’m here, love. And I need a washing myself. Scoot over so I can hop in.” Suddenly your exhaustion dissipated. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest. Your man was home. You slathered conditioner along the ends of your hair and stepped away from the shower head so Joseph would be able to get in and warm up.

Metal clicked against the counter as he put down his two chains and rings. “I’ve missed you,” he practically sang. Cold air hit you as he opened the curtain and climbed in. Before he could step under the shower head, he was wrapping you in a warm hug and pecking small kisses all over your face and neck. “I’ve missed you, too, honey,” you giggle.

Without a word, you start washing his back. Water smacks against his face, curls springing up in the moisture. “Mm-you’re too kind to me,” Joe hums as you scrub at his shoulders. He turns to you, pressing his soft full lips to your forehead. “You look so sleepy,” he comments as his eyes wander from your dark circles to your breasts. A soft kiss placed against each nipple starts your need to be touched all over.

Your thighs press together. Joseph feels your weight shift and leans you back against the shower wall. “I’ve needed you,” he whispers, lifting your right leg to wrap around his hip. His body slides beneath your legs, his tongue exploring your folds. “Oh shit-“ you hiss as he bumps up into your bundle of nerves over and over. “You’re so good, you’re so sweet,” he mumbles into your thigh. A melody of gasps and moans echo against the shower walls.

Water runs down Joe’s back and head, between your legs. He’s as much eating you out as he is drinking from you. Two fingers gently press into your pussy. Your walls stretch around them, flexing as the pressure on your g-spot combined with his tongue tracing circles around your clit throw you into a frenzy of bucking hips and “oh fuck”s. He stands, still holding you against the wall, and kisses you deeply. Your noses bump as you both try to breathe around each others’ tongues.

“I love you so much,” you purr. Your left hand reached around the arms enveloping you, to find his stiff cock. He fucks into it, nibbling at your earlobe. “I want you inside of me, please,” you speak into his shoulder. You hold your breath as Joseph pulls you backward to kiss you under the water. He lifts your legs to wrap around him, sure to keep the warm water on your back so you are comfortable.

His right hand shifts below your bum and lines the head of his dick up with your pussy. Both of you wear agape jaws as he slides slowly up into you. “Ah, fuck,” he whispers, throbbing as he stretches out your tight slick walls. You were always so impressed that his relatively small frame could support your weight. When he wanted you, he was taking you, to hell with physics.

“Let me know when you’re close, I’m holding off so we can go together,” Joe kisses into your neck. You nod. He continues to grip you tightly, bouncing you into him, slamming that sweet curve inside of you until you’re clenching around him. “Shit, Joe, I’m gonna-“ and you do. Tears are welling in the corners of your eyes from the pure bliss of your orgasm. His cum shoots up into you, creating sloppy smacking sounds as Joe slows the swinging of your pelvis and pulsates back into that sweet spot.

“I love you,” you beam, lowering yourself and regaining your gravity. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know,” he breathes.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn supremacy #fanfiction #joe quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #fanfic #ff #kinktober

[desires-of-chain]

some food because cock warming Legend has been on my mind for a while now (well cock warming any of them lmfao)

The boys have found a secluded beach and decided to take a well needed break for the day. With the sun beating down and heating up the sand, most of the chain could be found enjoying the cool water and the waves.

Not hot enough to enjoy the ocean just yet, you could be found chilling in legends lap underneath an umbrella on the sand. The vet had found a decently sized piece of driftwood and set down a towel to make a makeshift beach chair that was surprisingly comfortable, according to him. With his arms wrapped around your torso and his chin tucked onto your shoulder, you guess you can say the same.

Relaxing into him with your eyes closed and enjoying the salty sea breeze, you thought the day couldnt get any better. Your Link had another idea. With the spirit of a rabbit and only ever having one thing on his mind, you suppose you should have expected something to start prodding at your backside. Turning your head to address the rising situation, he beat you to the punch.

"We can take this day from good to great if your up for it." He winked at you giving your torso a little squeeze.

"Link, the others..." "Are far enough away and are too focused on trying to drown the captain to notice." You looked over to where they were in the water and sure enough he was right. Most of the boys were participating in a water fight and seemingly teaming up against the poor knight. Way too occupied in their game to even look over where you two were perched.

"We dont have to do anything else, just sit here and relax just with an extra step." He said against your ear. You debated it, but you were only lying to yourself if you said you werent as insatiable as your bunny boyfriend.

With a nod and a subtle roll of your hips, you agreed. The vet unwrapped his arms from your waist and settled his hands on your hips, starting to guide them in little circles in his lap. That was all it took to get him fully hard, and the feeling of his cock growing against you was sending your own mind spiraling.

Legend started kissing your shoulder, working his way up your neck, your chin, and eventually back up to your ear, "you ready, love?"

"Yes Link, now hurry up," you were done with the teasing and your patience was starting to wear thin. With a chuckle, the veteran slid his hand around, giving your bum a loving squeeze along the way, and pulled your bathing suit slightly to the side. Just exposing you enough for him but still staying hidden from unwanted eyes. A quick glance to the waves gave you reassurance that no one was looking your way, still too preoccupied in the water.

Sitting up for just a second, you gave Legend the time to maneuver his manhood out the fly of his swim trunks. Aligning himself with you entrance, he slowly pulled you back against his chest, rewrapping his arms around your waist and burying his cock within you.

Barely containing a moan yourself, you feel Link pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, letting out a whimper. "You feel so good I can cum right now."

It was going to be a long day.

(deadass didnt know how to end this but whatevah 🤪, this is why i aint a writer lol 😂 here ya go enjoy the food lmao)

-😈

ASJDKFLJASDFH 😈 ANON!

I swear, yer tryin' to kill me with the goods😩 the pacing and ending of a fic are always a pain cause you just wanna wrap everything up in one go, so I understand.

#.bea answers #smut #😈 anon

[r0-boat]

BET

Alpha Nanu who’s usually so calm and relaxed, snapping at the slightest scent of his omega’s heat?

- noodle 👉👈

BET with a cool and calm Alpha like nanu it would take a lot for him to crack but it's not impossible

Cw: name-calling, biting, breeding, omegaverse, possessive

Afab reader, but no set gender

Eat up nanu simps

First off he has to already be in a bad mood. It's not easy but you will know when his scent is stronger.

And then it would be so happen to be on the day where his rut starts, and the stars have aligned, your in preheat, he notices that. He doesn't react to it but don't worry, he will.

Scent enhancer perfume, will make other alphas and even betas turn their heads and he will definitely notice. He knows what you're doing but he won't fall for your sneaky tricks, he knows that punishment is what you want, and Nanu does not reward bad behavior.

But little does he know you've already won, his arm around your waist holding you closer than he normally does. You could just barely make out that sour smell of jealousy

His patience is running on only a thread and his rut is here, he's pent up, pissed off and aching. You're in preheat, Omega... soft Omega... His omega should be home not out and about.

The final straw would be coming home from your work smelling like another coworker... Is... Is that-that's not your jacket. He could scence the presence of a beta on that jacket. You told him that it was raining and you didn't bring a jacket or umbrella so your co-worker lended you his.

Shit Excuse

His hand grabs the back of your neck slamming you against the arm of the couch. You whimper his palm pressing against your bonding mark, as if he was reminding you, reminding you on who gave you that mark.

" you're in preheat and you dare parade around as if you aren't mine?" You squeeze your legs you've never seen Nanu this angry... it's exhilarating.

His hand slips into your pants grabbing your ass fingers dangerously close to your cunt. " is punishment what you want, heh, then punishment you will get"

His hand grips the back of your throat harder as he struggles to pull your pants down with one hand. He growls at your constant Squirming " quit squirming, if you think I'm going to let you get away now oh oh, your wrong"

His rut and your arousal triggers your heat early. Crying for more of your Alpha's touch.

The irresistible smell of your heat hits him as he Smacks your bum red. He Can't take it anymore, you're wet, ready, and submissive. Nanu wasted no time fumbling with his belt before feeling heat of your walls milk his cock.

He tilts his head back hearing you scream his name as nanu didn't give you time to think before moving. His hips slapping against your ass. Occasionally his hand colliding with your ass cheek feeling the room with that sounds and sharp slapping.

Your nails dig into the couch at the way he's bullying his growing knot against you, and to brace yourself for each strike on your now tender red Bum.

" maybe just scenting you isn't enough huh?. Do I have to make you mine in other ways, do I have to make you take my knot and pups?!"

You screamed his title clenching cumming on his cock.

"Fuck! Y-your creaming! S-so good..."

He slams is knot inside of you while you're still cumming. Locking the both of you in place but he's not done. He grabs your arms putting them around your back something cold is around your wrists along with hearing a click.

Grabbing the chain of the metal cuffs Nanu pulls you back into him you have no choice but to lay there and take everything he has. Grinding his dick against your tightening slick walls. You feel his hot breath against you even knows you can hear his heavy breathing and occasional cussing, Grinding harder and faster with that delicious friction pushing him over the edge.

Nanu thrusted one final time stilling his hips, unleashing sounds he never thought he could, his seed filling you to the brim, his knot making sure you don't waste a single drop.

Your heat was satisfied for now but his rut wasn't. Nanu tosses the key onto the coffee table hoping you close as he shuffles himself onto the couch, hoisting you up in his lap making you warn his knotted still hard cock.

His hand gently rubs your thigh as he turns on the TV to pass the time with his knot swells down. Purring and kissing your neck. Nanu hopes you know that once the swelling goes down he will go right back to fucking you because he's not quite done with you yet.

Extra:

Someone asked me for cock warming nanu while writing this and I couldn't resist

"P-please!" Your legs are shaking your Alpha's knot has gone down for some time now. The sounds of the TV being completely tuned out, in favor of His hot, breath against your neck as he gives you licks bites and kisses, his hands grabbing and growing every inch of your body. His cock is snug in your core occasionally twitching. Your slick coating his cock and dripping down onto his tight balls.

Nanu is trying to keep his composure but he still is rut and he can't help but push deeper inside of you. If you start to move he holds your hips down on him stilling you. Having no energy to scold you for trying to soften your punishment. However he feels your pain, it's taking everything that he regained not to neglect your punishment and make your body hurt for a week.

That can happen later for now...

You tilt your head back your legs shaking Nanu's fingers playing with your clit, pinching and rubbing, faster, and faster until.

SMACK!

You jump at the strike yelping, "FUCK!" Nanu yells in tandem at your hips slamming back down on his cock, his newfound patience was already running thin, he needs more, more of you. Your abused clit stings with pain and pleasure.

He tilts your head to him to kiss hard and heavy, his lips silencing your moans of happiness when you feel him grab your hips and slowly move you up and down on his cock.

#smut #nanu.thirst #pokemon x reader smut #nanu x reader #nanu #officer nanu #omegaverse

[smellydano]

Hiii! Well I was just thinking if you could write something with Nick Flynn and feminine reader (afab reader), maybe reader and him are watching a movie at home but Nick can't put attention on the movie because of reader's short baby pink dress and then just escalates to... You know

(I know it's not a super request but I dream with Nick Flynn having a hyperfeminine girlfriend and contrasting his style and maybe just a little of size!kink if you are okay with that<3)

ooooooooo i love this request ,, i tried to write some size kink in there without a lot of knowledge so hopefully it’s what u expected :3

pink dress || nick flynn

nick flynn x afab!reader

warnings: smut, ass slapping, riding, reader cries a lil (but it’s okay), cringe writing, if there’s anymore pls lmk !!

synopsis: nick comes over for a impromptu movie night, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

word count: 1880

you were quickly tidying and straightening up around your living room before nick knocked on your door. you squeal in excitement, nick wanted to take you out for a date tonight, so you got dressed in his favourite frilly pink dress of yours and some cute white shoes to match. you adjusted your dainty chain necklace before you opened the door, greeted by a smiling nick.

“hi, sweetheart. you look so cute!” he chuckled with a laugh, walking into your apartment. you noticed he wasn’t wearing clothes he’d go out in. more like a shirt and leather jacket, along with his jeans.

“i’m so sorry, babe, but i’m not feeling the greatest. can we maybe stay in? we can order food?” a small frown crawled onto your face, the excitement leaving your body. but, you understood, you wouldn’t want him to go out if he wasn’t having a good time.

you held his hand in yours, leaning into him. “yes, but you owe me! you’re taking me out again one way or another!” you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly rubbing his leather jacket clad back.

“thanks babe, i’ll take you out when i’m feeling better i promise.” he pulled away and held out his pinky. you giggled and wrapped yours around his and shook on it.

you settled on chinese takeout from a local spot a short walk away from your apartment. you threw on a light jacket and walked over with him to pick it up. when you both got back to your place, you both settled on the couch and turned on some random movie.

the night was dragging along as you started your second movie, empty takeout containers spread across the coffee table. you laid back onto nick’s chest with a leg tangled into his. these are the nights you’re thankful you have a sectional couch.

his eyes have been roaming your body all night. you know why this is nick’s favourite dress of yours. the way it hugs every curve of your body, the way the bottom edges frill out, the way your breasts spill from the top of you bent over ever so slightly.

“you look so pretty tonight, i can’t believe you got all dolled up for me.” he whispered softly, his free hand caressing your waist.

“only for you, nick.” you looked up at him, drawing small circles on his chest with your finger. he let out a groan, looking down to see your cleavage spilling out of the top of your dress. he bit his lip, placing his other hand on your cheek, sliding his thumb across your cheekbone. he slowly wrapped his arm from your torso to your bum, lifting you up closer to him. his actions making your stomach flutter with anticipation. even after almost a year of dating, he still finds ways to give you butterflies. you’re both eye to eye, touching foreheads as his eyes dart down to your lips then back to your eyes.

he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him, straddling your legs around his hips. you arch your back onto him, pressing your tits onto his chest. he let out a groan, “my god, c’mere.” nick smashes his lips against yours, your hands finding their way into his hair. his hands finding their way to your bum. he gripped the pink fabric viciously, kneading your ass underneath. you moaned into the kiss, giving him a chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. you moaned, slightly sucking on his tongue as his pulls away. “fuck, this dress is really doing something for me.” he breathed out between kisses, slowly slipping his hand under the dress.

“you like when i wear this one?” you tease him, already knowing the answer. you look up at him with doe eyes, slowly palming him through his jeans. nick let his head fall back with a dark chuckle, “yeah, i do. but i think it’s better off...” he trailed off, his lustful eyes connecting with yours. he licked his lip as he slowly started to lift the dress to your waist, until he stops.

“take it off for me.” he ordered, nodding his head up, gesturing for you to stand up. you oblige as you slowly crawl up off nick’s body. you stood in front of him as you started pulling down one strap, ever so slowly. he watched you as you teased him, dropping the second strap, making eye contact with him the entire time. he bit his bottom lip, starting to palm himself through his jeans, needing some form of friction.

you turned around, back facing him. you slowly wiggle the dress down your torso, earning a groan from nick. the dress slides down your body with ease, bending over, showing him your bum. stepping out of the dress, you lift yourself back up with a snap, discarding the pink fabric to the side. he lifted his hips to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers in a quick motion, letting them pool at his ankles. you turn around to face him once again. he pulls your arm towards him, making you fall into his lap once again.

“no bra or underwear? god, you’re a slut.” he chuckled, teasing you. your face turned beet red, biting your lip as you pulled the hem of his shirt towards you, signalling you want it off. quickly, he tossed his shirt somewhere off to the side, gripping your waist and pulling you closer towards him. you slowly start to rub your already wet cunt on his thigh, letting out a small whimper from friction. he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, which turned into a messy make out.

you continue to grind yourself on him, hands reaching for his cock. you slowly start to pump him, momentarily pulling away to spit on your hand. you kept up the pace, his tongue prodding at your lips. you opened your mouth and his tongue dives in.

his tongue makes a bee line to yours, tangling them together as if his life depended on it. you let out a muffled whimper, pulling away to adjust yourself on his thigh. with his feet placed firmly on the floor, he pulled your leg to his side, now straddling him. he had you right where he wanted you.

his fingers trailed down your body towards your cunt, pressing on your clit. he could feel how absolutely soaked you were. he let out a dark chuckle, a smirk crawling onto his face. his cock was dangerously close to your cunt, you pushed your hips down,moving your hips to rub yourself onto him. another groan falls from his beautiful lips as he says,

“fuck, i wanna fuck you right here on this couch.”

“p-please, i need you nick, so bad.”

without any hesitation, he guided himself into your sweet centre. you felt the pressure build in your stomach, whining at the sudden stretch.

nick’s dick was big, to put it simply. in a good and “bad” way. good, it was long and hit all the right places inside you. “bad”, he’s pretty thick. his cock stretches your tight cunt in a painful but pleasurable way. you couldn’t get enough of it.

he continued to push himself inside, watching your face as it turns from wincing to relaxed. he slouched into the couch a bit, spreading his legs further apart as you started to bounce yourself on him. your breathy moans filled the air, wrapping your arms around his neck. you slammed your lips onto his, slowly trailing them down to his neck. you were leaving small love bites down to his collarbone as he stopped you.

“don’t move, let me handle you.”

you slowly bring your hips to a stop as he wrapped his arms around them, gripped your ass. he started to buck his hips into you, holding you still up against his chest. profanities and moans fall from your lips as he watches your face. his hips were moving at such a fast pace, his cock quickly sliding in and out of your tight hole, he couldn’t help but start slapping your ass as it bounced.

“fuck, babe. your perfect little pussy, it’s so tight. my cock barely fits.” he mumbled against your chest between grunts. you nodded, you loved when he filled you up right. stretching you like no one else would. “p-please, nick, ahh!” you squeal as he hits that soft spot inside you, your stomach burning in arousal.

he held your hips aggressively, bouncing you up and down to meet his hips. your pussy slamming onto his cock. this new angle making you feel every inch of his cock much more. your head falls onto his shoulder, laying there while crying out in pleasure. your soft whines were music to his ears. he loved how he knew the spots that made you weak, the way your body reacts to his cock. the way your cunt tightens around him, squeezing him with an incredible feeling force.

you felt the tightness of your stomach start to only get tighter, the pressure only getting harder.

you hold onto him for dear life, him fucking into you as hard as he could. your words turning into mindless jabber, making him smirk. he also loved the way he made you so cockdrunk, you turn into putty in his hands, whining and mewling as tears fall down your face.

his hands met your ass once more, gripping your cheeks forcefully as he pushed your cunt up and down his cock.

“nick, i’m close!” you whine, tears starting to fall down your cheeks from all the pleasure. he nods, his eyes screwed shut as to not spill himself before you. he grabbed your jaw, pulling it down so you’re facing him, your cheeks squished.

“you wanna cum on my cock?” he asked, his hips starting to stutter. you let out a loud whine, nodding your head quickly.

“beg for it.” he said sternly through his grunts.

“pl-please! please, nick i want to cum on your cock! please let me cum!” you cried out, more tears flowing down your cheeks. he takes his thumbs and wipes them away, a guttural moan coming from him.

pleased with your response, he moans. “okay baby, go ahead, cum on my cock.” his grunts continue as he shoots his cum inside you. the feeling of his orgasm triggering yours. you throw your head into the crook of his neck, small cries escaping your mouth. your breathing got heavy, you squeezed his body tight as your orgasm took oliver your body, shaking from your high. you were a panting, moaning mess. just what nick loves.

your face stayed buried in his neck, him still inside you as you both caught your breath and rode out each other’s highs. you laid on him for some time, listening to the movie still playing in the background. he pulled himself out, causing you to wince, and shifted himself into a more comfortable position.

you threw your leg over with your other one, getting off his lap and laying back onto the couch. with heavy breaths, you spoke, “i’m so happy we didn’t go out.”

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gAHH i hope this was what u were hoping for anon!! thank u sm for requesting :3 i had fun writing this even tho i can’t write for shit LOL

requests are always open!! likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

ty for reading :3 🖤🍄🧚🏻

#nick flynn smut #nick flynn #nick flynn x reader #being flynn #paul dano #paul dano smut #paul dano x reader #danocel #danonation #smellydanowrites

[katsiperennial]

Hermione’s head fell back as he pressed the smooth tablet on her tongue. The bitter taste of his fingers was the last thing she remembered clearly before being swept away.

They called it W—the Muggles did anyway—the little purple pills that packed five times the punch of Molly and made you trip harder than acid. How the magic-infused drug made its way out of the alleys of Knockturn and into the Muggle club scene was a thing Hermione didn’t care enough to think about anymore.

Her old self sometimes prickled at the edge of her mind, warning her that all of this—the drugs, the parties—could be the next wave of warfare waged by the scattered and decimated Death Eaters, now forced to live in the shadows. But Hermione felt more kinship in shadows than in light these days and would insistently drown out old instincts with her next fix or, when that didn’t work, something stronger.

Her bum was nestled between his legs as the music thrummed around them like an avalanche. Already drowning. Always drowning. In music. In memories. In him.

Draco Malfoy.

Her dealer.

Her friends had been worried about her spiraling long before Draco. Long before Hermione lost her job at the Ministry. Long before she stopped coming home at night. In truth, she couldn’t remember when the worrying started. Maybe when she and Ron broke up. Maybe when she found out her parent’s memories couldn’t be retrieved. Maybe when she realized it would never be enough. No matter how much she gave up.

She supposed she was lost, in a sense. The pieces of her chopped into bits and distributed as alms to those whose mercy demanded a price. But to be lost in such a way could only lead to one thing: to be found.

There was hardly anything left by the time Draco found her on another dance floor beneath the flashing lights. Their eyes met and the whole world clashed like when thunder meets sky. In that moment, it didn’t even matter how much he’d changed since she’d last seen him—the hollowed gauntness to his cheeks, the tattoos creeping up his collarbone, the chains cuffing his ear—none of it mattered except that spark.

That connection.

That kinship.

She’d met his molten grey gaze and just knew.

It didn’t take long to stumble into the flat she then shared with Ginny—who’d long since given up waiting up for her, long since given up hope—and found themselves on Hermione’s mattress.

“You taste like yellow diamonds,” he muttered against her pelvic bone as he dragged her knickers down with his teeth. He was a dealer in truths alongside the rest, and, with not so gentle licks and strokes and bites and moans, she’d found the closest thing to hope since the rest of it died in the war.

His hands anchored her in place now as she turned to face him, tugging his face to meet hers, their lips molding and forming, stroking and claiming, her anchor in the storm, but it was unclear who exactly was the tempest. She didn’t know if they were lost to each other or the parties or the fucked up world left behind by the criminals who paid too low a price for conscripting children as foot soldiers.

But she didn’t care. Really, she didn’t. Not when she held what she called love between her fingertips. She would sacrifice what was left of her to the altar of it, the last thing she could give in such a hopeless place.

Draco’s hands roved places they probably shouldn’t in a sea of people, tugging her closer, pulling her under, ever deeper. Always drowning. In music. In memories. In him.

It was never enough.

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #drabble #katsiperennial

[justmeinatree]

Extra - Made Of Something New : Italy, night 2

Summary : an extra to the made of something new series, following this chapter.

TW : smut, cockwarming

Word Count : 2k

Series Masterlist

“you’re supposed to be looking at the sunset,” you hum playfully, as niall pulls you to sit on his lap, your bum pressed back against him, his lips trailing over your shoulder.

you were finally taking advantage of the hot tub on the patio, niall insisting that you let the hot water and the jets help soothe your muscles. and you assured him that just because you had slightly rougher sex, you were absolutely fine, absolutely blissed out more like, but how could you resist the opportunity to have niall dot on your for a bit ?

and really he had gone all out. while you were inside, slipping into your bikini, niall was outside lighting the fairy lights and the fire, pouring some wine for the both of you, getting the hot tub set at just the right temperature. when you stepped out, you were greeted with a beautiful smile and his extended hand holding a wine glass.

“lights and fire already ? sun’s not even set yet,” you giggle, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his chin.

“didn’t want to have to get out later,” he smiles, “gonna be too busy making you feel good.”

and now that you were sitting in the warm water with him, jets bubbling around you, you kept teasing him about yesterday’s missed sunset, “v’seen plenty of sunsets,” he murmurs against your skin. “and i’ll keep seeing plenty. but you, m’not quite so lucky.”

you relax back into him, melting at his words, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back, lips trailing over your warm, dampened skin.

“turn around, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your ear, nipping against the lobe, holding onto your hips, as he helps your shuffle through the water so that your thighs are on either side of his, straddling him.

his fingers reach out of the water, gliding down your cheek, “beautiful,” he whispers, softly pressing his lips to yours.

you have no idea how long he’d been kissing you. it was so easy to get lost in him, your body giving into him at a mere touch. and the way he uses his teeth to softly nibble into the plushness of your bottom lip, or the way he strokes your tongue with his to taste you, even the playful stinging of his nails digging into your skin, you were complete mush for him.

the thing he’ll never be able to tell you, is that he’s complete mush for you too, and the moments he has to completely get lost in you are getting harder to avoid. especially when he’s in your presence. he wants nothing more than to let himself give in, take advantage of every little opportunity he has with you.

it’s moments like these, where he’s got you straddling his lap, hands roaming your body, gliding over your hips and back, taking handfuls of you whenever he can, feeling your body pressed up against his, in a desperate attempt to get any bit closer, it’s these moments that he wishes he could do this with you all day, every day. 

but moments like these, as comforting and soft as they were, your body reacted as any human body would. and you find yourself humming breathily against his mouth, fingers gripped into his hair even tighter, hips grinding down on their own accord.

“fuck,” niall breathes, his mouth suctioned to your neck, sucking and biting into your sensitive skin, tickling you, as he licks over the small bruise that’s forming. his hands poke out of the water, rubbing over your body, swiping over your bikini covered chest, to reach behind your neck.

quickly, with nimble fingers, he undoes the tie of your top, letting the upper half of your bikini fall down into the water, the long bits of fabric floating around both of you. 

niall’s fingers run down the chain around your neck, watching the glint in the small diamonds on the flower’s stem, before his hands fall on your breasts, giving a tentative squeeze, his fingers starting to tweak at your nipples. 

you lean your forehead against his, looking down between the both of you, eyes locked on his hands, and the kneading of your breasts. you bite your lip, feeling the rough callousness of his fingertips, in contrast to the softness of his palms, plus the rippling of the water around you, lapping at the underside of your sensitive skin. 

your mind was reeling, with the heat of the water, the buzz of the wine, the prickling of your skin, softness of niall’s touches, your body was caving fast. without so much as a second thought, you grind down harder onto niall, needing to be closer to him all of a sudden. 

instantly, you hear the groan work its way out of niall’s throat, his hands gripping hard into your hips to keep you still. “petal,” he whispers breathlessly, “not tonight, sweet girl. think we both need a break after this morning, yeah ?”

you whimper, somehow shuffling your body closer to his, elbows resting on his shoulders, hands up in his hair to keep him as near to you as you can, “need to be closer.”

he chuckles quietly, pecking your lips, “don’t think we can get closer than we are now, pet.” and he’s right, really. you probably couldn’t even slide a sheet of paper between your bodies. but, still, and even with that knowledge, your body was craving closeness. christ, if you could climb into him right now, you probably would. 

you whine quietly, your nose gliding down his throat, face tucked against the side of his neck, your arms wrapping tighter around him.

instinctively, niall’s arms wind themselves around your back, holding you to him, kissing the side of your head, “what is it, petal ?”

“just- i don’t know,” you murmur, a bit confused yourself by this sudden neediness, but you weren’t sure how to make it go away. it was deep down, in the pit of your stomach. “i feel like i want to be closer to you. i don’t understand it, we’re like as close as we can be,” you giggle shyly. “s’this freaking you out ? i’m sorry,” you hum, a bit embarrassed, sitting yourself back on your bum against his thighs, a blush taking over your cheeks.

“no, stop,” niall shakes his head, fingers gliding over your arms soothingly. “don’t pull away if you want you to be closer, silly girl,” he chuckles, bringing you back into him, foreheads resting together. “maybe we should get out of the water ? can get cozier on the couch, by the fire,” he suggests.

“yeah, okay,” you smile, pecking over his lips, before lifting yourself up, your bikini top falling, as it’s only holding on by the bottom strap, making you both laugh. “fuck it,” you mutter, undoing the knot around your back, letting it fall entirely, strutting over to the couch.

niall laughs again, pulling himself out of the hot tub, following you to the fire, “m’not complaining.” he sits next to you, reaching over for the blanket, covering you both, protecting you from the nip of the night, contrasting your warmed skin.

“thank you,” you hum, smiling at him, the light of the fire casting a flicking glow over niall’s skin. he was so beautiful, it made your stomach flip. feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm, as you shuffle closer to him, your hand rubbing over his chest, head resting against his temple.

“c’mon, gotta get closer than that,” he murmurs lightly, turning his face to peck over your cheek. “you were much closer in the water and it wasn’t enough. this is nothing,” he hums, shuffling you both so that his back is against the armrest, pulling you against him, your head tucked into his neck, legs tangled with his.

you can feel niall’s arms winding around your body, holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you can feel yourself sigh in content. until a moment later, you’re itching to be even closer.

niall feels you tossing around in his arms, his face burying in your hair, “not enough is it ?”

“i’m really sorry,” you whisper, staying still, “fuck, I’ll control myself.”

“told you to stop that,” he laughs, shaking his head, an idea popping into his mind. he wants nothing more than to satiate your need, make you feel the comfort you’re searching for. as embarrassed as you seem, he wants you to know that it’s okay. that he’s honoured you’re feeling good enough in his presence to let your walls down. “what if- fuck, just go with me, petal.”

you nod your head, eyes flicking over to his, as he shuffles you both, placing you again, this time laying down on your side, your back to his front, both of you facing the fire, the blanket covering you from your chest down.

niall struggles momentarily to get his swim shorts down, kicking them off his legs, doing the same for your bottoms, a confused hum leaving your lips, “thought you didn’t-“

“- s’not what m’doing,” he hums, shaking his head. “gotta go with it, pretty girl,” he kisses along the back of your shoulder, his tongue tentatively poking out to taste you, his fingertips lightly gliding over your tummy and hips.

you moan softly, your body relaxing completely against his, niall nipping against your skin, knowing exactly what he’s doing to work you up just enough. 

he grips into your thigh, hooking it back and over his hip, his cock nestled against your slit. he can feel the moment the air leaves your body, clearly a moment of pure content, and quite possibly the beginnings of the relief you were after.

niall’s tongue keeps tentatively licking over your shoulder, his nose gliding against your neck, hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock catching against your clit.

your thighs tremble, biting your lip to keep a moan in, trying to keep yourself from getting too worked up, knowing full well that his plan doesn’t end in sex. no matter how much it currently seems like it will.

“gonna be as close as we can get,” niall whispers against your ear, his hand between your legs to slowly guide his cock inside you. 

a loud moan of relief echoes around the patio, feeling ecstatic that the neighbours are much too far to hear you, as you finally feel the pit in your stomach lessen.

once niall’s cock is pressed as deep inside you as he can get, his arm winds its way around your body, hand splayed against your chest, fingertips rubbing against your breasts, “s’this what you needed, pet ?”

you nod, a small whimper choking its way out of your throat, “fuck this is perfect,” you breathe, “how’d you know ?”

“just had a feeling,” he murmurs, feeling the need for this moment to stay quiet. “fuck, s’good innit ?” he adds, a bit breathless himself, your cunt sucking him in impossibly more and more.

“the best,” you sigh contently, your eyes closing, feeling this moment deep in your soul. you’d never felt so close to someone, so heated, so comfortable. 

you can feel niall nodding against your neck, his lips unable to leave your skin, his cock pressed so deep inside you, filling you up just right, connecting the two of you in an intimacy you’d never experienced before. 

the warmth the fire was radiating over you both, mixed with the sheer explosion of heat coming from inside you. the stretch from niall’s cock, mixed with the expanding feeling in your heart. your entire body was trembling lightly, emotions on overdrive, and yet you’d never been so content. never even thought you could be so satiated by someone’s unmoving cock inside you. 

“y’trembling, lovely,” he coos.

“can’t stop, ni,” you turn your face to kiss along his jaw, “v’never felt better.”

“fuck,” he whispers, a slight gritty groan to it, the constant constricting clench of your cunt around his cock, somehow feeling like a tight grip on his heart. “m’so lucky, so fuckin lucky to have you in my life. never taking you for granted,” he murmurs against your skin. “don’t think i’ve ever felt so close to someone, no one i’d rather be with right now.”

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[fairy-tale-writer]

Stuffed & Locked Vil Schonheit x Reader

Prompt: Literally the plot is you fulfill Vil's fantasy of being denied orgasm for hours during a modeling shoot. This pretty much you're just bullying Vil in the dirtiest way possible.

This is also quite possibly the dirtiest thing I've written so far oh my God.

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You knew Vil could feel it inside him every time he moved.

It was obvious by the blush on his ears as he posted on the wooden stool. It was either you were lucky, or Vil was very unlucky for today's photoshoot requiring a lot of sitting down.

In the dressing room minutes before he had to go out for makeup, you had thoroughly prepared Vil for the buttplug. He was bent over the vanity with his long legs spread wide allowing you access to his boy pussy.

His rim was nice and red and loose, slicked with plenty of enough lube.

It was rather unfortunate you considered was ready before he could cum.

Poor thing, forced to wait for his erection to go down before you pushed in the toy.

It was a beautiful rose gold buttplug with a crystal rose at the end peeking out. It was rather large--not the biggest but it would certainly add the slightest difficulty to walk.

Only the best for your boyfriend, after all.

His face as you pushed it in all the way was gorgeous--his eyes rolled back and his mouth open, his sticky drool pooling onto the dresser below. His ears and cheeks were a gorgeous shade of a peach pink, just like his his bum from your groping.

"Good boy, you took it so well! Do you see yourself in the mirror? You look so beautiful drooling all over yourself like a whore," You had whispered into his ear before giving him a nip.

Once you finished putting the plug in you wiped the excess lube around his rim off on his designer pants. Once you were satisifed you had him turn around so the base was pressed hard against the ledge of the vanity.

Vil could see the sadistic pleasure in your eyes as you reached into your pocket digging for something.

What worse torture could you do?

You pulled out a metal curved cage device that had a little prod at the end. Vil thought he was going to cry right then and there--not from any sort of negative emotions--oh no, he was the one who had requested you do this to him.

Bully him, torture him until he's a sobbing mess begging for mercy.

You pulled out a necklace tucked between your breasts, dangling on a chain was a small key. On the chastity cage was a lock that would keep him from daring to touch his cock.

Or even get hard.

You gripped the base of his cock hard as you slid the cage over his cock. Vil grimaced at the cold metal touching his cock, digging his nails into the vanity ledge. The metal surface at the tip pressed tightly against his uretha keeping any precum from sliding out.

At the base of the cage there was a metal prod that poked between his balls to press at his perenium. You had sealed the deal by locking the small lock shut.

"That's better." You had said, "Don't want you popping a boner during an important shoot."

You pulled his panties up taking your sweet time to allow him to feel the soft fabric slide against the cage. You finished pulling his pants up allowing him to move his hips away from the vanity just long enough for you to slide it past his plug.

Vil was already panting, shuddering at the feeling of his cock unable to swell.

You leaned in and had a slow, gentle make out with him. You enjoyed those times you were able to kiss Vil without having him worry about his lip gloss or lipstick.

Before you pulled away you gave his bottom lip a lick.

"Go get your makeup done, sweetheart."...

Poor Vil was struggling just sitting in his hollywood chair as the makeup artists did his makeup and hair. Adele was also in the room rambling on and on to Vil, but you could see his head was full of cotton.

Everytime you made eye contact in the mirror your core throbbed, but you showed no empathy.

You had only gave him a devilish smile...

Half an hour later Vil was now in the middle of his photoshoot. He had such a great poker face, despite the photographer directing him constantly to lean forward or lean back on his rear.

You didn't need x-ray vision to know that the plug was pushing right against his prostate. You licked your lips like the man before you was a four course meal.

The pleasure and pain all too much for him. His cock was aching in his pants, swelling at the overtaking need to just touch himself. But he couldn't in the middle of a very important company shoot.

It was all building up in his gut like a helium balloon hovering over a fire.

At last the photographer announced a five minute break for Vil to get into his next outfit. Vil completely ignored Adele walking towards him and made a b-line straight to you, grabbing your arm.

He pulled you into his dressing room and shoved you against the door, hungrily kissing you. It was teeth and tongue more than lips, desperate for something he could only get from you.

"I didn't think you'd be so riled up." You breathed, as he attacked your neck with nips and kisses.

His cock grinded against you, his hand sliding down to finger at your panties under your skirt.

"You're soaked, you're so horny off of my pain." Vil gasped kissing the key between your breasts.

"Do you want me to get you off?" You breathed.

Vil pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, "No. Not until the end of the shoot. We can't risk being caught."

"You need to get dressed anyways." You gave him a peck on the lips before gently pushing him away.

Vil sighed and picked up the boozie clothes on the hanger. A beautiful blue silk suit and tie with more than enough accessories it would be troublesome to put on.

You sat down on the table right across from the mirror, watching as Vil undressed. A wicked idea came to your head.

You spread your legs apart and Vil froze seeing your body language. Your hands slid from your knees down the inside of your thighs. Hooking your thumb into the strap of your panties and pushing them down until they were completely off on the floor.

Vil licked his lips seeing your bare pussy out on display, wet and read and ready.

"You may watch only through the mirror but you need to continue to dress." You ordered.

How could you be so cruel to him?

So torturous?

He loved that about you.

Vil shuddered as you parted your libia between two fingers. Your hole clenched periodically begging for his cock. Unfortunately he had to look away from the mirror to slip off his shoes.

He could hear you let out a delicious moan as well as a wet sound. When he was able to look into the mirror again you had two fingers knuckles deep into your pussy, your other hand rubbing at your clit.

If it was possible, the model would've probably creamed his pants then and there. His asshole clenched around the plug desperately pushing it against his prostate, causing moans of his own to slip out.

He slipped on the collared shirt and fumbled with the buttons, having to look down at the buttons instead of the mirror.

He could hear your breathing increase and he knew you were going to cum. Vil kept solid eye contact with you in the mirror as you came with a moan of his name.

Your pressed your back against the wall panting hard as you continued to rub at your clit. A keen escaped your throat as you came even harder causing a fluid to squirt onto the floor.

Before he could say anything begging you to just fuck him, he heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Schoenheit! Mr. Schoenheit! It's been more than five minutes!" Adele called.

You scrambled to get your panties off the floor and tucked them into your jacket pocket. Adele burst in with a huff, her gaze firmly on Vil.

"You haven't even finish your tie, Good Seven, what have you been doing for the past five minutes?" Adele scolded.

She grabbed the tie off the hanger and expertly tied it in only seconds.

"Grab the jacket, we must get going now!" The lady stormed out with the stomp of her heels.

Vil gave you a pathetic look and grabbed his jacket before following his agent out...

"Nyaaahh! Please! Please I can't-"

You were evil.

You were pure evil.

You had tied Vil's hands behind his back with his own tie and bent him down over the vanity then and there. His cock rings was still locked tightly over his swollen cock keeping him from cumming.

Your hand was busy pulling and twisted and grinding the buttplug against his prostate. It was so delicious, the pain and the pleasure unable to outweigh one another.

The model's makeup was far since ruined with eye liner and mascara running down his face. His lipstick smeared and rubbed across his cheeks from your violent kiss.

Tears freely flowed down his face only making the black puddle of his face even worse.

"Please! Ngh! Let me cum! I-Fuck! Fuck! need to cum! I can't- I can't- I can't-"

It sounded like you broke Vil.

Maybe you should give him mercy?

Nah.

You spanked his bum and Vil screamed from deep in his chest. Good thing you locked the door so no one else could barge in.

"Please! Fuck! Fuck! (Name)! Fuck!" He couldn't help but let out an expletive when you slapped his ass.

When you would hit he would clench down tight on the plug making it seem bigger than it already was. His muscles were trying to push it out of him but you would shove it back in with a harsh push.

You did it again.

Vil let out a choked gasp and violently shuddered, it was almost like he was having a seziure. His eyes rolled back as he experienced the most intense dry orgasm.

You stepped away as Vil gasped for air between sobs.

"Did you have a dry orgasm?" You asked honestly stunned.

When you touched Vil's balls sure enough the base of his cock was swollen with blocked cum. You rolled him onto his back and quickly took your key off and undid the lock before releasing the cage.

Vil nearly screamed feeling his cock burst. It was like he was a fire hose spraying cum all over you and himself. It was in his hair, in his mouth, across his face and chest.

It was a gorgeous sight to see.

But despite his orgasm, his cock was still twitching, solid as a rock. You licked the cum on your face enjoying Vil's delicious taste. You pulled out the butt plug and he moaned feeling his hole freed.

"Such a good boy, I'll give you a lovely reward." You took his cock and instantly deepthroated him.

Vil was already hoarse, sobbing for you to please stop as you slurped his cock. The model's vision was blurry from tears and overstimulation. However he wanted everything to stop all he had to say was the safe word and you would stop immeadiately.

"Pease good. Don stoh-don-don-fuh!" Vil was unable to form words.

At last you felt him twitch and sucked hard as a breaking point for Vil to cum in your mouth. You kept sucking until he was finally limp against your tongue.

You pressed his cum into his eager mouth, twirling tongues with his cum.

"Mohre...mohre...mohree." He moaned against your lips.

You grinned and lifted up your skirt revealing the entire photoshoot you had not put on your panties.

"How bad do you want it? Get on your knees and show me."

Vil dropped to his knees and lapped at your clit, you dug your fingers into his air suffocating him with your pussy. If he tried to breathe through his nose or mouth he couldn't get any air.

Vil's dick twitched as his eyes rolled. You pulled away before he could pass out allowing him to breathe before shoving him back in.

Before you could cum, you shoved him down onto the floor. Since his hands were tied he could do nothing to protect his fall.

You straddled his hips before pushing yourself down onto his cock. Vil thought he had died and gone to heaven, his voice completely shot.

The only thought on his mind was you.

How gorgeous you looked slamming yourself down on his cock, using him as a sex toy. All Vil could do was moan and gasp and groan, his toes curling, his back arching.

"Cum Vil, cum inside me you whore!"

You let out a loud cry as your pussy juices squirted all over Vil's abdomen.

Your hand wrapped around his throat and that was the breaking point.

Vil's head fell back as he fainted pumping you full of his jizz.

You leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"We have to do this fantasy more often..."

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[of-royal-blood]

closed for @xhungnhornyx​

The last he remembered, Milo had been tucked up in his soft and warm bed, a fireplace roaring nearby. But now, as he began to regain consciousness, all he could feel was his bare flesh against a cold and damp surface. He coiled up into a ball and as he did, he felt something tug at his feet. This feeling of resistance is what woke him, although he felt rather dazed as his eyes finally opened. He looked down to see that his feet had been bound in chain and though he wasn’t quite strong enough, he did attempt to pull them free.

It was then that he sat up, naked bum pressed against a stone floor as he looked around through narrowed eyes. “What in God’s name”, he whispered, quietly to himself. There was no one around. No light of day. Nothing but walls lined with torches. Milo’s stomach began to turn and he started to fumble with the shackles. “Hello?”, he cried, his throat dry and his voice meek.

#{ ;; stories / milo } #xhungnhornyx

[ohmysparkle]

Harsh

~ Paring: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader

~ Length: 6.2K

~ Warnings: Smut, pegging, anal play, impact play, bondage, femdom, piv.

It was difficult punishing Hyunjin.

But how could you not when you both enjoyed it so much?

Sometimes you wanted to just lay him back, pamper him, worship every inch of his flesh until he was pink and swollen and jittery all over, and then please him until he cried… until he was all soft and pliant beneath you. You wanted to treat every bit of his supple body with the gentleness he deserved.

But then there were those other times when you both wanted something harsher… equally rewarding and loving, just as intimate, but far more extreme. He usually told you when he wanted it, in his own silent way. He let you know with his gestures; when he wanted it gentle he became quieter, meeker, everytime he asked you for the smallest thing it seemed like a plea. But when he wanted more, more roughness, more pain, more torment, he was a clever little tease. He’d leave little touches that made you long for more, kiss you sensually just when he was about to step out so your lips would feel empty and abandoned. He’d make sure you longed for him, but would set things up at the right time so the scenario couldn’t progress, leaving you increasingly frustrated. He was also sure to flaunt the strength and masculinity in his figure as much as the elegance and femininity. He’d be sure to bare his toned body at every occasion, showing you that he was as strong as he was supple. Lithe, flexible, sexy, pretty… He used his body as that statement, but he also enjoyed how you’d stare and covertly cross your legs. It flattered him. Nothing stroked his ego more than the effect he had on you, even if he based it on his looks - it was his power and he’d use it on you until you went mad.

So while you often treated him with such gentleness, he also wanted you to test him with the harsh hand he knew you withheld.

It was difficult for you though, to find a reason to excuse the whole premise of you treating him as roughly as he wanted you to. He was such a good boy; you wanted to spoil and reward him like he deserved. So how could you think of being mean and cruel to him? But you needed to - because it just felt so good. So you had to take advantage of the smallest things to spin the situation into what you both wanted it to be, even if he didn’t deserve ‘punishment’, you’d punish him as best as you could. You needed to find that energy to rile you up, push you to that mindset. It couldn’t be faked and mindless.

Hyunjin loved everything you gave him. Every way in which you made love to him made his ego soar, he loved the praises as much as the pleasure, but he also loved you using him however you wanted. He wished you were the slightest bit more selfish sometimes, just a little. He wanted you to use him like a toy, he’d let you do whatever you wanted, he was yours entirely. Knowing he was yours, and that you used him as much as how you took care of him was a thought that comforted him. He belonged not just to you, but with you, as you belonged to and with him.

He wanted you to exploit his body, and the way he looked. To be reduced to nothing but an object to be fucked helped him purge the mentality he had regarding his looks. He knew you loved everything within him, blindly, but he trusted you enough that he would beg you to test the other extreme. Reduce him to what he was always reduced to, but on your own terms, for your pleasure. If he was just going to be a pretty thing, he wanted to be your pretty thing.

Sometimes, just sometimes, when you weren’t in control, he’d make sure to give you back everything you gave. But it was difficult for him too, because he knew that you felt more comfortable giving than receiving. You being in charge, as the giver, was about you proving to him how much you loved him, how good you could make him feel, how you could take care of him better than anyone else and therefore were worthy of his love and partnership. It was hard for him to break through to you sometimes, get past your barriers, and give you what you deserved - so he had made it a mission of his to make sure you knew and accepted that it was ok for you to receive as much as it was to give. It was hard, but he tried hard, to make sure you were comfortable and confident enough to receive his love. He wanted to prove himself to you too.

Today was about him proving himself to you, in his own way. He wanted you to use him, he wanted to let you do all kinds of things to his body - it was his way of giving himself and all his trust to you. It wasn’t about giving and receiving pain, it was him saying he trusted you enough to hurt him, because you would never really hurt him. It was about the way he would cry and cling to you afterwards and you’d soothe him back to sanity.

That was his goal, that was what his scheming and flirting had all been leading to. So after days of testing and teasing you, he finally got you where he wanted, and although he was the one currently tied up, you were the one that had fallen into his trap.

It was his idea to hang up a rather large lamp off to the side of the bedroom. A clever way for him to disguise the fact that the hook he installed was sturdy enough to support his entire body weight so that when the right time came about, you’d find him, somehow chained up by his own means.

Like right now, in the nude except for his little black briefs, with his arms pulled up by cuffs and a chain towards the ceiling. A selection of his favorite toys laid out on the bed which he neatly made up. A cat o’ nine tails whip, a vibrator, a wand, a harness with a couple of dildos, a little bottle of lube... Goodness, this man was infuriatingly mischievous and irresistible.

He’s looking at you expectantly, hopeful of the moment when you walk into your room, surprised by the sight of him. But when your eyes meet his, eyelids beginning to droop lustfully, his expression turns into one of smug satisfaction.

You walk up to him and barely rake your nails over his chest, just scraping the tips of his nipples, which you know he loves. You near your face to his as much as you can without touching, feeling his heat and breaths, like you’re prowling over your prey. You like the advantage the shoes you’re wearing give you, now that you're eye to eye with him.

He can feel the tip of your nose almost touch his and he leans in to kiss you but you pull away.

“You didn’t do all this so that I wouldn’t tease you, right?” You purr, “You want me to draw this out, don't you?”

“I want you to do whatever the fuck you want with me.” he growls lowly, a bit too forceful for your liking. You decide to grab his face and squeeze his cheeks toward each other until his lips are puckered.

“That’s not a very nice way to say ‘please’.” You spit back, millimeters away from his face.

He pushes towards you as much as he can and roughly crashes his lips against yours, and it takes a moment for you to process the surprise. The obvious comes back to you; he always acts up as much as he can until you treat him as cruelly as he fancies. So you push him away while still gripping his cheeks, and with your other hand you stroked back his long dark hair until you had a fistfull with which to steer him. He yelped and whimpered, he loved this, and with every little breathy noise he made you felt your cunt throb. You hissed between your teeth, feeling almost feral at how he looked, with his submissive and lustful expression.

“You like this, don't you?” You ask in a quiet voice, and it's somewhere between frustration and cooing.

“Not as much as you do.” Again with that bitchy tone. So this time you remove your hand from his face and take a nipple and pinch it. He whines like a little boy this time, until you let go and he composes himself, going back to acting all tough.

“Turn around.” You demand, as you walk away from him and towards the bed to grab the whip he had laid out. When you face him again, he’s still in the same position; biceps on perfect display as his arms are raised, every muscle in his abdomen marked as he inhales and exhales, his legs slightly parted, long and slender and elegant with his beautiful thighs tense, his erection straining against the piece of black fabric.

“I said: Turn. Around.” and he doesn’t.

You manhandle him by his hips and turn him so he faces the wall, and his posture is still strong and proud with his head high. You can’t help but trace a finger down his spine, inhale his scent at the back of his neck, and place a hot wet kiss there, seting the whip off to the side. You press your body against his and move your hands to roam over his front, tracing every muscle and coming up to circle his nipples. You feel your breasts become delightfully tender when you press them into his shoulder blades, and you curl your back as best as you can to press your pelvis against his perky little bum, and raise one leg to rub against one of his.

“Why can’t you just be a good boy for me, hmm?” You pout… you wish you could just kiss him until he’s pink all over but the method he’s chosen for today takes much more time, patience, and restraint on your end. You can feel him tremble and falter, just a tiny bit. But then he’s back at it, and he gives you a taunting chucke. You tear away from him and grab the whip and flick it harshly against one side of his back, right under his shoulder blade.

He cries out and the noise makes you feel like your body is on fire. So you strike again, on the opposite side. And again, and again, until his back is lined with pink marks and he’s a whimpering mess. Each lash is a blooming line, swelling in the direction of the whip, perfect for you to run your fingers over.

You press into him again, one hand stroking his back, and the other trailing down his front, slipping downward between the muscles of his torso, down to his little waist and over the dip of his bellybutton. Down and down, right to the band of his little undies. You pulled them as far as you could before releasing and letting the band snap back and sting his skin, earring another yelp from him. You proceeded to cup his bulge over the thin fabric, and the texture was soft against his hard cock. You playfully traced your fingers about, relaxing into the crook of his neck and feeling the warmth of his member beneath the pads of your fingers. It’s funny how he was all cocky a moment ago and now he mewls and fidgets like a little animal, it makes you chuckle.

“I can be good now.” He quietly pleads, and it brings a smile to your lips to know that he's finally bending to your will.

“Too late.” You say with a giggle.

You slip each of your index fingers beneath the band of his underwear and slip them around the back to pull them down only to expose his bum. His tiny little cheeks, all toned and perky, were definitely one of your weaknesses. You gently knead them, as much as the firm flesh would allow. His breath becomes shaky every once in a while, in tune with your movements. His shoulders relax and he drops his head, good boy, you think.

You pull away once more and grab the whip again, and you hesitate to mark the milky skin of his cheeks, debating if they're prettier like this or when they are all red and swollen.You whip one of his thighs while you wonder, and he yelps. Just a few should do the trick, you think to yourself, he's not begging yet. So you strike one cheek, then the other.

While he began whining with the occasional yelp, he was now letting out little cries, he sounded like a meowing kitty and he was slashed in pink lines all over, little screams matching each mark

“Please Y/n! Please!” He begins to whine, arms jolting against his restraints.

You turn him around to face you. His forehead is all sweaty with little strands of black hair sticking to his face. His lips were swollen and slick with saliva from him biting on them. His neck and cheeks flushed with a pink tint. His eyes are full of pleasure and submission, his brows furrowed in desperation. You can see your reflection in his dark and beady eyes. You drop the whip and cup his cheeks with your hands lovingly, snuggling your nose against his.

“Why do you have to be so naughty?” you say in a babying voice. He scrunches his nose cutely, sniffling.

“Promise I’ll be good now, I promise!” He says as he tries to lean in and kiss you again.

“Nu-uh.”You push him back by pressing your index finger to the cute fat tip of his nose. “You’re still being bad.” He whines at that, but is cut off as your hands trail down to the sides of his torso, right around the ribs. He’s always so sensitive there, shuddering as your fingers tickle him.

“Please… Y/n, my queen, my mistress.” You roll your eyes at his pleas and reach down to grab the whip again. You strike his side once more, and his knees buckle together as he cries a little “aah” and you smile at how whimperish and high pitched his voice gets. You count six lashes, acros his sides, his thighs, you even let one just barely reach up to whip his bulge and by then he lets a tear slip. Ohhh… that’s definitely another weak spot of yours. His eyes are glossy and teary and beautiful, and when he does cry it’s like a little trail of jewels decorates his beautiful face..

“Please, please, please.” he begs as you hold his cheek and wipe away his tears.

“Please what?” you say playfully, as if unaware of his distress.

“Let me go, let me touch you, give me kisses.” He pouts

“Ohh…” You coo while stroking some messy strands of hair back gently. “What if I don't want to do that now? You said I could do whatever I wanted with you.” He mumbles and whines again.

“No… please!” His voice sounds so boyish now, a different pitch and whiney.

“Convince me.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

“I could do that on my own, just leave you tied up here to watch.” You trail your hand down and cup his crotch again and he hisses, but he’s careful to not grind against your palm unless you tell him to. You’re so tempted to just stop it all and make love to him, but you know playing along with this gets you just where you want, even if it requires more time and patience.

“Please, let me just please you.”

“Listen bunny,” you grab his crotch roughly, testing him, feeling his heavy cock stiffen in your palm. “You’ll do exactly as I say, and maybe I’ll give you what you want. If you play nice, I’ll make sure to use all of those toys on you.” He nods frantically as your words progress.

“I can’t hear you.” You say as your grip on his bulge becomes firmer.

“Yes, my queen.”

You give him a little peck on the tip of his nose as a reward, before you begin tugging on the restraints until they are free from the hook and you can undo the cuffs.

“Take these off and go sit on the bed.” You command as you tidy up and place the restraints and whip off to one side.

You watch him bend over to pull his briefs down and he winces when the fabric brushes over the lash marks on his skin, he winces again when he sits on the edge bed.

You walk up to him and stroke his hair back, looking at him with an apologetic pout since his pretty little bottom must hurt so bad because of you.

“Does your little bum hurt, bunny?” He nods while looking up at you with large eyes. “Mmm.. poor little Jinne. Keep it up and I’ll make you feel good, bunny.” You appreciate the view of his now exposed cock, completely stiff and leaking, proudly pressed against his hard abdomen.

“Yes Y/n.” He says politely, while nodding his head excitedly, but keeping the sad and teary expression that he knows makes him look so pretty.

“Take my shirt off.” You command, and he begins to undo the buttons on your blouse slowly, as you step out of your shoes so that you can bring yourself closer to him. He slowly peels your shirt back, lovingly stroking your arms as he slips it off, then looks at you expectantly.

“Now my pants.” He undid the belt, and button, and zipper, loosening the tighter waist and guiding them past your hips, after which they freely fell from your legs onto the floor. Hyunjin left his large hands on your hips.

“Panties and bra, off.” You state, and he slips his hands to slide your underwear off, then up to undo your bralette from its latch at the front. Your breasts are exposed in their natural position once he undoes the clasp, and he timidly peels it off of your shoulders and past your arms. You’re both in the nude now, and you continue to look down at him, admiring how timid and small he seems like this. He can't help but stare at every part of recently exposed flesh, and when he realizes that you’re staring down at him, he shyly looks down at his own lap.

You pull his face up by the chin, and his eyes are leveled with your breasts. “Suck.” You simply instruct.

He sticks his tongue out, timidly at first, and delicately licks one nipple. The little gasp you let out encourages him, so he continues more decidedly, now swirling his tongue against the entire areola. His tongue feels so wet and warm and slick, but the trail of saliva makes you cold and shiver until his hot breath warms it over. When his lips close over your breast to suck, his mouth engulfs your flesh and sucks until it’s pleasingly numb and tender, and you tug his other arm up so he can massage the other breast. You circle his head with one arm and drape the other over his shoulder, pressing him further against your chest in a sort of hug. He circles his other arm around you too.

You feel so engulfed by his warmth, but the wetness between your folds stings with coolness as it's exposed to the air after you arch your figure. You pull hyunjin by his hair and he whimpers while you pull his mouth over to your other breast. You dont let go and continue tugging until you finally pull him back all the way and free yourself from his arms. His mouth and chin glisten with his own spit, and his mouth hangs open as he catches his breath. That pretty shiny tongue of his is practically hanging out of his mouth.

“What do you want me to do, my queen?” He asks breathlessly.

“I want you to put my harness on me, with the pink dildo.” His eyes widen and he practically throws himself over to reach the items on the other side of the bed. He fumbles a bit, but he detangles the straps on the harness and lowers down to the floor so you can step over them. He’s diligent in bringing it all up to where it should be, locking the dildo in place, tightening the belts so each strap is properly snug. Once he's done he sits back on the bed.

“Open your mouth, and don’t move.” You instruct. Hyunjin half expects you to shove the dildo into his mouth, but you’ve never been much of a fan of that. Instead you grip his hair to tilt his head back, and you admire his shiny lips and glistening tongue, his cute upper teeth peaking out that make him look like a bunny. You slowly lower yourself and suck on his lower lip, then insert your tongue in his mouth and swirl it around his own. You pry his mouth open just a little more and coax his tongue out so you can suck on it and he lets out a moan that he cuts off mid way. You savor his open mouth, raking your nails through his scalp, and he sighs into the kiss. Still, he remains frozen. You pull away and when a string of saliva still connects the two of you you lean in to suck it off of his bottom lip before smiling down at him.

“Good boy.” You boop his nose.

You harshly grab his shoulders and push him onto the bed, taking him by surprise. You crawl over him, straddling his waist, your cunt landing firm on his dick, trapping it between your folds and his pelvis. It feels so hard and hot and slick covered in your fluids. He’s trying his best to not move, not make a sound.

“You know I like hearing your little noises, you can be loud.” You purr into his ear as you begin to slide over his cock, teasing him with folds while you hold the dildo to the side as best as you can so you can see the tip of his cock peek out whenever you slide back. It’s addictive as you glide over him, feeling every ridge in his member stimulating your folds. It’s too tempting - almost too tempting. He lets out a low moan and you bounce your hips against him, making him mewl. You like how he looks now, splayed beneath you, his hair strewn back, his swollen lips parted, his arms and hands obediently at his sides, and his toned tummy shaky as each of his breath hitch. His pathetic leaking cock beside the one you’ll fuck him with.

He’s irresistible.

You hop off of him and manhandle him, admiring the shape of his waist and hips as you place your hands there to turn him until he’s on all fours and you're kneeling behind him. Oh, his pretty little reddened bottom is stuck up in the air, and in this position you could see his pretty pink hole and the little shimmer of the fluid coming from it. You lean down into his ear while your hand roams over his back and the curve of his bum.

“Oh bunny, were you preparing yourself for me?” You whisper into his ear with a mischievous smile, and as you say so, you slice your middle finger between his cheeks to circle around his hole and press over it experimentally.

“Yes, my queen, I used lube and everything. A plug too just before you got here.” He pants out, forehead now pressed into the mattress so you can have better access to his ass. You admire his profile from here, his smooth forehead and masculine brow, the pretty curve of his nose and the cute tip, plump lips, curved chin, the beautiful jawline. You absentmindedly slipped your middle finger into his ass, and had it not been for the whine he let out you almost wouldn't have noticed that your finger was buried up to the knuckle in his warm, supple and slickened flesh.

The ring of muscles around his hole wasn’t too tight, and you debated if you should just split him open with your dildo without so much preamble. You’d imagine how nicely he’d cry if you did that… after all, he did lead you on to treat him harshly today.

Without a second thought, you slipped your finger out of him, despite his complaining mumbles, and quickly grabbed the bottle of lube that you liberally rubbed on your cock. You dropped a fair amount right onto his hole as well, enjoying the imagery of his dripping ass and perky cheeks, the fluids dripping from him as if he’d been creaming himself. Once you were behind him you made sure to grip his butocks, spreading them apart playfully, perfore giving him a few spanks that he cried out for. Poor little bunny, with his milky skin painted in so many shades of red. Must sting so bad.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard bunny, ok? You good?”

“Yes, yes! Yes!” He nodded desperately, but voice muffled into the pillow he’d just grabbed. You felt butterflies in your stomach just at the thought of all the noises he’d make, and you were warm and tingling with anticipation all over.

You made sure the head of the dildo fit in well, and as soon as you knew he could take its girth you slammed in and he screamed. You made sure to press your hips in all the way and roll them against his ass, before you began thrusting in and out and in and out and Hyunjin cried pathetically into his pillow while gripping the sheets.

Hyunjin feels the hot drag of your cock past his tight hole, and how it pokes his softer insides until you slide and press against that sweet spot that makes his toes curl and the tip of his cock tingle. He wants more, but he feels like he’ll burst, like he’s stretched to his limit, like something is going to rip out of his body. His arms and legs burn, his little ass throbs and clenches.

“Too much!” He cried as his voice jolted with every thrust, and you halted.

“Oh, really? Want me to stop, bunny?” You knew he liked to complain and whine, it was part of his game to encourage you to be rougher.

“NO!” He screamed, and you pushed his head and shoulders down as best as you could then grabbed his hips to continue thrusting into him, hearing those amazing wet noises, seeing his ass swallow your cock, shivering every time his cries reached your ears. And the pitch of his cries became louder, mixed with incoherent words and babbles. Every version of your name he’d ever given you, every title to affirm your dominance, please for more, harder. And that’s what you gave them until you felt him jolt violently beneath you and squirm in your hold. He had come, untouched, onto the bed.

His anus hugged your cock as you slid in and out of him, dragging along outward and being pushed inward as the gloss came from his ass. He was quivering now, quivering just enough. If only you could see how the fluids had been trickling out of his little slit.

You pulled out of him with a pop and admired his tiny gaping hole and leaned over to see the five or so droplets of his cum on the bed. Cute, you thought to yourself, at how he’d orgasmed after only a couple of minutes. You raise his hips up again and thrust back into him, penetrating the tiny stretched ring once more, but you grab his hair and snake your arm around his neck so that he’s practically sitting on your cock, his weight forcing the dildo all the way up his ass. You thrust upwards into him, but from this angle he can bounce himself just as easily.

“Fuck yourself bunny, fuck yourself with my cock.” You tell him as your arms move to pinch his nipples and tickle all over his torso until finally, finally, you grab his throbbing cock that he had so obediently left untouched.

“Waaah!” He cries out and it's almost an unreal noise. You stroke it a few times and love the weight of it in your hand, but it's hard to focus on everything Hyunjin is doing at once - he overwhelms your senses. You feel his body against yours, his back rubbing against your breasts, his cock in your hand. You hear every noise from his mouth, his hips slapping against yours, the wet noises of his sticky cock in your hand. The smell of his skin, of his sex, of the shampoo in his hair. Everything is just too much and you feel your cunt desperate for him, inside of you, filling you with his flesh and fluids. Maybe you should make him as desperate as you are.

So you let go of his cock and he keeps bouncing on the dildo, dropping almost all of his weight on your hips and thighs before lifting himself back up. His big cock flops around pathetically, occasionally slapping against his abs and he thrusts well enough that it keeps happening because he’s just desperate to compensate for the absence of your touch. It bounces around like some miserable flopping toy. Your hands rest at his waist, following his movements, and you close your eyes as you press your face against his back, occasionally pecking and licking the skin there.

“Fuck yourself harder bunny!” You demand roughly, and he does, so you enjoy his little attempts at getting himself off.

That is, until Hyunjin’s hand begins to grasp around until he reaches yours, brings it over to his front and laces his fingers with yours. It makes it feel as if everything had just slowed down because he broke the dynamic with this tenderness. You can’t torture him anymore… your heart swells too much.

So you help him, moving to meet his own thrusts, reaching deeper and imagining how wonderfully supple and tender he must feel that deep into his body. Imagining the tip of your cock pleasuring itself with the tiny wet hole in his pretty ass, it hurting him only to please you. You wrap your other hand on his cock once more, and jerk him off as well as your focus allows you to.

He can’t hold his weight up anymore and practically sits against your pelvis as you roll yourself into his ass, putting most of your effort on his cock now. He comes again, grasping your hand with both of his, falling backwards against your body. His fluids coat your hand, and you wipe them off on his abdomen as well as possible. You kiss his shoulder, sush him, calm him down and maneuver him onto his side, laying him gently.

It almost breaks your heart to pull out of him, but you’re pleased with the sight of his gaping hole, the rim circular and neat, showing the little wet blackness within. He lays on his side completely spent, his limbs gone all soft, and the curve of his side forming a nice dip from his shoulders, to his waist and his hip.

But you’re far from done.

You rush to pull the harness off of your body and roll Hyunjin over onto his back. He’s a mess. You hadn’t seen his face yet. His lashes sparkled with little droplets, and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat and tears. His hair was a mess, his abdomen and cock were covered in a layer of his semen. His form was like a putty and he was completely fucked out. His eyes seemed far away, but they latched onto yours even in his exhaustion.

But you still needed him. So you began to stroke his cock before it completely lost its hardness, and slipped him inside of you as soon as you could. He was too tired to cry out, so he just silently whined and whimpered.

Fuck! You weren’t streched out enough to take him, and he almost didnt go in, but it hurt so fucking good. You were dripping for him, and the soreness from him splitting you from the inside out soon turned into a pleasant rub and pressure as you gradually bounced on him, his erection recovering. You rode him as best as you could, and Hyunjin slowly came back to his senses.

“Thank you, thank you…” He managed to say between moans and cries of your name. You leaned down onto him, resting your weight on your elbows as you gripped his hair.

“Touch me!” You screamed out between moans, and even in his tired state, he managed to find your clit with his thumb as you rolled your hips on his. “You’re gonna be a good boy and take it until I cum.”

You clenched around him so hard, he swore his cock would burst from the pressure, and he spilled inside of you with a pathetic cry. But you kept going as much as you could, and he began to shake so hard you had to wrap him in your arms to steady him. Yet you kept riding him, feeling that desperate momentum where your cunt just wants to suck in more of his cock, feel it hit the walls within you with more force.

He cries in your ear, please and moans and versions of your name until you came and finally removed yourself from his suffering penis.

You felt horribly incomplete without him inside of you but he was all spent out and exhausted. In your haze, you hug him and rest your head against his. You wipe and kiss his tears away, you pet his head, you hum to him.

“That’s it my precious baby boy, you did so well baby.” You praise him and he slowly smiles and finds the strength to open his eyes and meet yours. He’s full of pride from your compliments, smiling weakly, making his reddened and wet face even prettier.

“I love you.” He mumbles it out and the words jumble together, but it was definitely an ‘I love you’. You peck his lips and keep on petting and praising him, lulling him into tranquility. But you don't let him fall asleep on you, as much as you’d like for that to happen. You manage to get up and pull him with you even though both of you have numb and weak legs and you can hardly stand. You drag him off into the bathroom and begin to fill the tub with hot water.

As it does, you turn to him, see his puffy eyes and swollen lips, and begin to brush out the knots in his hair. Then you pull him into the water, and lay him between your legs. You caress each of the marks you’ve left on his skin with touches and kisses, you wash every bit of him as gently as you can, you lather and rinse his hair, making sure his skin doesn’t sting as you do.

“I love you so much.” He says with a voice that’s hoarse from screaming, as he turns to meet you face forward in the bath, resting his head on your body, causing his wet hair to stick to your skin.

“I love you too, my Jinnie.” You lean in to kiss his abused lips slowly and sensually. “Do you feel ok my little prince?” You say as you nudge your nose against his.

“You fucked me so good…” he hums, and wraps you in his arms so you both twist around each other. “Did I make you feel good?” He asks with big, innocent, eyes.

“Of course Jinnie.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “Always. You always make me feel good, you make me feel loved,” He smiles more with every compliment, as if the tiredness slipped away from his features. “And you feel like home. I’ll always give you whatever you want, Jinnie.”

“You’re too much,.” his eyes get teary and his lip trembles. “I’m too lucky.”

“Nu-uh… you deserve everything.” Kiss.

Eventually you pull him out of the water before the two of you get too lazy to move, and after he helps wash you in return. You dress him in his coziest pajamas, while keeping yourself in a fresh set of underwear.

And then you laid him down in bed and covered him in soft, fresh blankets, before laying next to him and letting him curl into your side. You kissed his forehead and petted him as best you could until you both fell asleep, reminding yourself how amazing the world was for pairing you with the pretty man in your arms.

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