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kookingtae · 3 years

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pornstar!yoongi

→ scenario: Yoongi is one of the best porn stars in the industry; everyone wants to work with him at least once in their career. But what you don’t expect to feel for your co-star is the desire for something more than what’s written on the script.

alternatively: actor au where yoongi plays a burglar who breaks into your house and has his way with you.

→ word count: 5.7k

→ warnings: dom yoongi, rough consensual noncon, breath play, dirty talk, degradation, a lot of slapping, language, face fucking, choking, size kink, cock warming, predator/prey, sadism, unknowing cuckhold, ur tied up, just pure filth tbh

→ a/n: this was previously posted on a side blog of mine, which i’ve since deactivated and reposted here! so if you’ve seen this before, no u havent ♡

“Take it.” Yoongi hovers over your kneeling form, his member held in his hand as he forces it between your closed lips. “Take my fat fucking cock in your mouth like the little slut that you are.”

“Mmm, can’t,” you mumble a muffled reply, turning your head side to side in an attempt to avoid him. You half heartedly tug at the rope restraining your wrists behind your back even though you know they won’t break loose. “It’s t-too big.”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “Come on. Be a good girl and make it fit.” He finally shoves his way into your mouth, his salty precum coating your taste buds as you welcome the warm, velvety soft flesh of his length against your tongue. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt deep within your throat and your face is pressed against his abdomen, the feeling of his happy trail tickling your skin.

“Swallow,” he demands and you do as you’re told. “I want to feel you choking and gagging around my cock.” He tilts his head back with a groan as your throat tightens around his length. “Ah fuck, atta girl.”

You struggle to pull away again before he finally relents this time. A big gulp of air fills your lungs when your mouth is empty, air freely filling your lungs before your windpipes are suddenly constricted again as he wraps his hand around your throat

“Did I say you could stop, bitch?” He hisses before grabbing the base of his shaft and slapping his dick against your cheeks multiple times. The flesh bounces against the supple skin of your lips, leaving a smear of saliva in its wake before his hand then finds your face for a light slap. He backhands the other side for good measure, eyes lighting up in sadistic pleasure when your slack lips give way as a hole for his dick again.

“Cut!”

You’re instantly brought back to reality. Set lights that were once dim now brighten and the sound of idle chatter from stage crew fill the background. Yoongi releases his fist’s firm hold on your hair to step away as if he hadn’t just been abusing your throat mere seconds ago.

“You alright?” He asks softly as he watches you take in a deep breath.

You nod and flash him a weak smile while you try to quell your racing heart. The urge to wipe your tears is overwhelming, though even if your hands were free you couldn’t give in because the mascara streaming down your face would smear. Instead you turn your attention to the director who stopped the scene.

“Yoongi, I’m going to need you to be a little more rough,” the director speaks from his seat behind the camera.

“More rough?” His brows shoot up to his hairline.

“You’re supposed to be a burglar who has broken into this house and taken Y/N hostage—of course more rough.”

Yoongi’s eyes flicker down to you as if silently checking to make sure you‘re okay with this. When you manage to offer him a small smile and nod your head, that seems to be the confirmation he needs.

“Alright,” he replies.

You’re careful not to move so not to cause issues later on when they edit the shot. “Can I get some water?” You call out.

A crew member comes over with a bottle of water, holding the top to your lips and tipping it back so that you’re still able to drink with your hands bound behind your back. The cool liquid is soothing on your strained throat, and when you let out a hum the crew member removes the bottle and ducks back behind the camera.

“How is everything that I’m doing?” Yoongi turns to you once your mouth is free. “Any discomfort? Complaints?”

You gently shake your head. The difference between Yoongi on and off camera is still astounding; this man is a great actor. “Everything’s fine. Please, don’t worry about me. I can take it.”

Yoongi arches his brow, an almost impressed expression adorning his features. “You must be pretty tough then if you can handle all of that.”

You shrug, your eyes finding his with a gleam as you reply, “I like it rough.”

Before he has time to respond, the director is calling for places again. You quickly clear your throat and mentally prepare yourself for the scene ahead while Yoongi gives his dick a few good pumps before an action! fills the room.

It’s fascinating watching him snap back into character; what was once concern in his eyes is now instantly replaced with predatory satisfaction as his hand finds its way back into your hair at the crown of your head, the tip of his still-leaking cock pressing against your slack lips.

“Now fucking take it,” he grits before roughly shoving it into your throat. “Take it like the whore you are.”

A loud gagging noise leaves you at the sudden intrusion, though the sound only seems to urge him forward as his fist tightens its grip to set the pace of your movements while he holds his hips still and roughly tugs your mouth up and down on his length. You let out another lewd noise whenever you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, though you still manage to hug your lips around his shaft with each motion.

“Ah, good girl. You like choking on my cock?” He slaps your hollowed cheek with his free hand and marvels at the way your skin turns red under his touch. “Yeah? Choke on it, slut.” His hand then finds your nose and squeezes so that he’s holding your breath and the only purchase you have is his member fucking your throat.

Your vision ebbs at the edges from the lack of oxygen filling your lungs, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks to purposefully smear the non-waterproof mascara you’re wearing. Your body starts to involuntarily panic as it struggles for air, and it’s only when your knee subtly nudges his ankle three times—the agreed upon number prior to filming which means you’re at your limit—that he finally releases his hold on your nose and lets you fall back with a staggering cough.

Relief floods you as you take in a deep breath of sweet, sweet air. The director hasn’t called cut so he must’ve liked the stunt, which means that Yoongi never leaves character as he watches your display with sadistic pleasure.

“So fucking pathetic. I bet that pretty little mouth of yours has never been fucked like this, hm?” He grips your chin between his fingers and drags his thumb across your bottom lip before forcing it between your lips. “Suck,” he orders.

You have no choice but to obey, wrapping your tongue around the digit and hollowing your cheeks.

Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Look at you. You’re so cock hungry that you’re willing to suck off any part of me. Desperate slut.” One of his hands snakes down to your breasts as he grabs the flesh in a tight grip, groping a couple times before giving them a few slaps and admiring the way they bounce beneath his touch. His thumb then finally slips from your mouth only to find its way around your throat and use the hold to pull you up on your knees again. “If you’re so desperate then you’re going to gag on my dick until I blow my load all over that pretty face of yours, yeah?”

You let out a whimper, playing the facade of a scared hostage as you shake your head pleadingly.

A resounding smack fills the air as his hand finds your cheek again in a harder slap this time, and you can feel the wetness pool between your legs as he manhandles you so that your back is flat against the floor and his hands are holding you down.

“That wasn’t a question. Be a good girl and take what I give to you,” he rasps as he angles his hips over your lifted head and begins fucking your face with quick, precise thrusts. Each assault makes another lewd gagging sound leave your mouth as you have no choice but to take the rough onslaught.

He throws his head back in unabashed pleasure as a loud moan leaves his lips, not even looking at you anymore as his hips continue to buck in chase of his high. He’s using you as a sex toy for his pleasure without a second thought, and you can’t deny the way arousal rolls within you at the sight.

After a few more moments of this your sore throat throbs and your wrists begin to ache as the rope digs into your back, and it’s only when your thigh nudges his three times that he seems to come to and pulls himself out of your mouth.

You cough while struggling a bit to sit up. Yoongi seems to notice this and helps you back to your knees before he’s suddenly picking you up entirely and throwing you on the bed as if you weigh nothing.

“Enough of your mouth. I’ve decided I wanna feel that tight fucking cunt around me instead.” His eyes are dark, dangerous as they watch you like a predator stalking its prey, and you find yourself gulping in equal parts fear and excitement.

“W-wait, please–“ you remember the script enough to whimper, though even you know the acting is a lie as your mouth grows dry when Yoongi crawls over you.

“Shut the fuck up!” He hisses before giving your bare pussy a punishing slap. It’s hard to miss the string of liquid arousal that chases his fingers, and he sneers down at you with a condescending tilt of his head. “I knew you were a fucking slut. Look how turned on you are from a stranger tying you up and having their way with you.” He spreads his fingers apart to show you your wetness before he’s reaching forward and shoving his fingers between your lips. “Taste yourself. Taste what I make your body feel.”

The heady flavor of your juices is peculiar on your tongue, though you take what you’re given with big eyes as you stare up at him, your gaze holding for longer than planned as you find yourself unable to look away.

And it’s after a few moments that he suddenly lurches forward and presses his lips to yours in a hard, passionate kiss. You let out a moan of surprise—you hadn’t been expecting that—before your lids are fluttering shut and you’re completely melting beneath him. His tongue is needy as it pushes past your lips to hungrily lap up the taste of both of your arousal mixed together in the caverns of your mouth.

The sensation has you seeing stars, and you let out another groan of pleasure before your back is involuntarily arching to press your chest against his, wanting to feel more of him.

“Cut!”

You hardly even register the director’s voice through the hazy fog of your mind, and it isn’t until Yoongi pulls away that you open your eyes to see the lights and cameras around you. You blink to adjust your eyesight and almost reluctantly turn your head on the mattress beneath you to look at the man in charge.

“There is no kissing in this script.” He holds up his phone to wave the downloaded file that contains this scene’s directions as if to reiterate his point. You were both emailed a copy of the script before you accepted this job. “It’s too intimate. And Y/N, you can’t act like you like what’s happening to you.”

Your cheeks heat up slightly at him calling out your obvious desire that you were trying but failing to contain. “I got it,” you call back half-heartedly. When you face forward again you‘re met with Yoongi’s eyes gazing down at you.

His expression is unreadable, a mix of emotions you can’t comprehend at the moment. “Sorry,” he mouths apologetically since he had been the one to kiss you in the first place.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset, regardless of the director’s criticism.

“Action!” He calls from his seat to start the scene where Yoongi left off removing his fingers from your mouth.

He gives your pussy another slap if only to get back into the rhythm of the scene’s tone, and your body quivers at the sudden sensation.

“No, don’t–“ you try to squirm away from his touch, though the fight only seems to make him angry as he suddenly grabs your body and throws you forward over his lap.

“I told you good girls take what they’re given!” He scolds before a hand slams down over your bare ass, the sting causing you to yelp in surprise. He continues this a few more times, each slap reverberating through the room and leaving a growing red mark on your skin. “Do you like being punished? Wanna be punished by my cock?”

“No–!” You try to shake your head when he’s suddenly shifting you down so that your face is hovering over his erect member.

“Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use,” he growls, gripping the base of his shaft and aligning it with your mouth. Because you’re lying on your stomach your head has nowhere to go but down, and he takes full advantage of that situation as he snaps his hips up so that his cock is being forced down your throat with each thrust.

“Such a good fuck doll. Instead of robbing this house I might just steal you and use you as my personal sex toy,” he groans with a toss of his head, his cock unable to leave your mouth due to the position.

You carefully breathe out of your nose for air as you curl your tongue around his length, inexplicably still wanting to pleasure him despite the situation. Each sound of satisfaction that falls from his lips adds to the growing ache of lust in your core, and when your lower half squirms in an attempt to relieve some of the tension this catches Yoongi’s attention.

His hand finds your ass again in a series of quick slaps, each motion cupping the lower cheek and causing your pussy to quiver in anticipation from his fingers being so close to where you want him most. His palm then smoothes over your reddened skin, admiring his blooming artwork before his touch finally settles between your legs.

“Ah, you put up such a fight but your body responds so well.” A curse escapes under his breath when his middle finger slides between your lower lips.

You let out a muffled whine around him, his hips ceasing their movement to instead explore your body so that you’re now warming his stiff cock with your throat.

“You’re such a good cock warmer,” he muses down at you, swiveling his hips for good measure so that his erection swirls inside you.

The action causes you to gag, a sensation that he likes if the involuntary groan is any tell, but the sore pain in your throat is quickly forgotten when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you.

“Holy shit, you’re tight!” The words leave his lips in pure surprise that cannot be faked.

You wish you could see the genuine reaction on his facial expression, but instead your eyes squeeze shut at the sexual relief that fills your core from finally having some part of him inside you. Oh, how badly you want to beg him to keep fingering you, to cry for his cock and bask in the pleasure he’s giving your body.

But alas, you can’t. You have a part to play.

And so you rock your hips back and forth in what is meant to look like an effort to force his fingers out of you when really you’re just riding them for relief.

Yoongi seems to be in awe above you, and you don’t even have to nudge him three times to make him lift you up off his dick and onto the bed.

You pathetically gasp for breath once there’s nothing obstructing your airways, not realizing how badly you needed oxygen until you’re finally able to breathe properly.

“Enough of this. I’m fucking that tight little cunt right this second.” His tone is dark, determined as he stands on the floor and drags you to the edge of the bed. “On your knees,” he barks coldly.

You resist the urge to desperately obey him, instead fighting back fearfully until he finally manhandles your body into the position he wants you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress.

“Stop, y-you’re too big!” You start to protest once you feel his tip breaching your walls.

He instantly smacks your ass as punishment. “Sex dolls can’t talk. I’m gonna stretch you so much you rip in half on my dick if that’s what it fucking takes.” And with that he slams into you full force without a second warning.

Despite the scene at hand, Yoongi is a good, smart guy. He has a reputation in the porn industry for being the man every person wants to fuck at some point in their career. His resume is vast and his experience shows in his technique. You’re assuming that’s how he knows you don’t need anymore prepping when it comes to taking his full length and girth; thankfully he doesn’t comment on it out loud, but you’re embarrassingly wet. Like ‘it feels like you’ve already orgasmed twice’ kind of wet. Which is why there’s no hesitation on his part to bury into you to the hilt, and the fake cry of pain that leaves your lips is actually a very grateful cry of sheer, undeniable pleasure.

“Fuck!” He cries out immediately, his hips stalling as they press flush against the heated skin of your ass. “Shit, you’re squeezing around me like crazy. About to milk my cock dry if you don’t stop.”

His voice is breathless, strained; you can tell from your line of work that he’s trying to hold back from finishing too early. Not that you can blame him, what with the way you spent all of foreplay glued to his dick. Still, this being the wildly popular Min Yoongi and all, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell within you at his words.

“Cut!” The director suddenly calls, though neither you nor your co-star move. “Yoongi, do you need a minute? We can cut the footage later if you want to wait until you’re ready to start again.”

“U-uh, yeah, just a sec.” It’s interesting how much his voice wavers now that you have a break without the pressure of the camera filming a continuous take.

You glance at him over your shoulder as best as you can with the side of your face in the sheets and your wrists still restrained behind your back. “Anything I can do to help?” You ask.

“N-no, you—don’t move,” he quickly warns as if any motion whatsoever would cause him to blow his load right then and there.

For some reason it causes your heart to flutter with endearment.

So you simply nod your head and settle back down against the bed, the sensation of him essentially warming his erect cock within your walls not helping any as you can feel your slick arousal now dripping down your thighs.

“And... action. Take your time and whenever you’re ready you can start back up again,” the director calls out to him.

Yoongi briefly nods from behind you, and it’s after a few deep breaths from him that you start to feel movement inside the deepest parts of you. He rubs his hips experimentally against your ass to test the waters before finally rolling them in a slow, meticulous motion.

“Shit, I wouldn’t have wasted time on your mouth if I knew you had a pussy like this,” he curses softly as the repeated action starts to gain momentum.

Your skin is slick with precum and sweat where your bodies meet, though you’re unable to stop the moan that tumbles from your lips as his thrusts speed up and the sound of slapping flesh fills the room.

It isn’t long before what was once caution and hesitation transforms back into the rough tone of the script now that he’s not afraid of finishing early. He gives your ass a few loud, stinging slaps before his hand reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair and yank you up. You cry out, your torso now completely lifted in the air due to the strong grip he has on you.

“That’s right, I knew you could take my fat cock. You were just whining like the little bitch you are, huh?” He grits his teeth and slips his hand from your hair to the knotted rope that binds both of your hands together. Your scalp is thankful when he chooses to hold onto that instead while he steadies your body for his relentless pace.

“Ah! No, fuck, it’s too much–“ you barely remember to scream out your lines through the endless waves of pleasure he’s assaulting your body.

“Did I say you could speak?” He growls before dropping your hands so that your chest falls back against the mattress again. There’s only a beat of silence while he grabs your abandoned panties on the bed before he’s unceremoniously shoving them into your mouth. “Now shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear you unless you’re crying over my cock.”

And so loud endless sobs tear through your throat, the sound muffled from the soiled fabric in your mouth as he grips your hips so tightly you‘re sure his fingertips will leave bruises and he yanks your body up and down on his length.

“Fuck, gonna keep your messy cunt as my own personal pocket pussy.” Dirty words tumble from his mouth as he loses himself to the pleasure your walls are giving him. “Gonna fuck you every single day.”

You hear the sound of a door closing from somewhere within the house you’re using as a set, and you know that means the scene where your supposed boyfriend comes home is now happening.

“Mmmm!” Your eyes widen as you attempt to speak, in the middle of spitting the panties out when Yoongi suddenly leans forward against your back and shoves them back into your mouth before slamming a hand over your lips to keep them there.

“Oh, is someone home?” There’s a sadistic, devilish glint in his eye as he speaks against your ear, his hips continuing their rutting. “Let them see. Let them see how much of a pathetic whore you are creaming all over my cock.”

The new angle causes him to hit another spot within you that has you crying out in pure ecstasy, tears steadily streaming from the corners of your eyes as your vocal cords vibrate with every muffled groan against his palm.

You hear the sound of your fake boyfriend walking up the stairs, and that’s Yoongi’s cue to pull out and tug you to your feet by the knotted rope at the juncture of your wrists. He roughly shoves you against the closed door with his chest pressed against your back so that you have nowhere to move.

“Mmmm!” You moan frantically again when you feel his cock push back into you, and it’s all you can do to shake his palm from your mouth and spit out the panties between your lips before your boyfriend stops to knock on the door.

You spare a panicked glance back at Yoongi only to see him smirking sardonically at you. “Answer,” his twisted words curl around the tightening coil in your core.

You frantically shake your head. There’s no way you can do that without getting caught!

At your refusal he shoves you against the wall even harder this time, his free hand wrapping around your throat to hold your gaze on him. “I said, answer. Let him hear how I make you feel.” He pivots his hips up in a particularly heavy thrust that had a cry of pleasure falling from your lips—one that catches the ears of your waiting boyfriend.

“Sweetheart, is everything okay in there?” He calls out in concern before turning the handle.

Your eyes widen as Yoongi tugs on your wrists so that you’re stumbling back a couple steps and the door has enough room to open, though you quickly peek your head out so that your fake boyfriend can’t see that you’re naked or that Yoongi is currently ramming his cock into you from behind.

“H-hey babe,” your words stumble as Yoongi starts back up with a relentless pace, one hand holding onto your knotted wrists for leverage so that he can bounce you back and forth on his dick while the other hand smooths down the bare expanse of your back.

Your boyfriend’s eyes instantly widen in concern. “Are you crying? What happened, are you feeling okay?”

When he starts to step inside, you quickly shake your head. “N-no, no don’t worry. I was just uh—I was taking off my makeup. I feel good.” At that moment Yoongi uses his hand on your back to push down on your spine so that you’re leaning forward even more, the new angle causing him to hit a sweet spot deep within your walls. “I feel so good!” You involuntarily cry out.

There’s no way this stunt would ever look believable in real life. But that’s the beauty of porn.

Yoongi suddenly slaps your ass and you stumble, your hand instinctively trying to fly to your mouth to cover your whimper. Though because your wrists are bound, you’re unable to stop the sound of pleasure that hangs wantonly in the air once it falls from your lips.

Alarm springs to your boyfriend’s features. “What was that?”

“I-I just stubbed my toe,” you lamely fumble for the script’s poor excuse.

He nods and you listen to him ramble about his day, mostly stalling for time so the cameras can catch the glory of this unknowing-cuckold moment. You supply distracted hm’s and uh huh’s until he finally says he’s going to the kitchen.

“I’ll be there in a bit, babe,” you call out as he walks away, and the second the door shuts Yoongi shoves you against it again and holds you there with his body, never missing a beat as he continues to slam his hips into you from behind.

“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t want him to know what a little slut you are?” He snarls into your ear, the pet name falling sarcastically from his lips and making your stomach flutter. His skin is slick with sweat where your bodies meet and the heat from your heavy breathing clouds the air between you with lust. “It took everything in me not to open the door and show him whose cock has been stretching this fucking cunt of yours.”

Yoongi doesn’t waste a second tugging you back to the bed now that your interruption has left, though instead of throwing you face down like before, he positions you on your back this time with your ass at the edge of the bed while he towers over you.

There’s something about this position that feels more intimate—maybe it’s because you can stare straight into his eyes this time when he fucks you. But one slap of your tits as he suddenly thrusts his cock back into your heat and you know he’s still in character.

“Ah!” You cry out, the quick intrusion making you see stars.

He doesn’t waste time building his rhythm as he starts back up at the same frightening pace as before, and the hand that’s groping and abusing your breasts slides up your chest and clamps down around your throat, using his hold to yank you up and down on his length again.

“You finally ready to be a good girl? Done whining about taking my fat cock?” He chuckles darkly as you struggle to breathe, fresh tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes over the black stains streaking down your cheeks.

Just when you’re about to nudge him three times, he releases his grip on your windpipe to instead travel up your jaw and hook his fingers inside your open mouth. His fingers curl behind the back of your bottom-row teeth, holding you there while he fucks into you and uses your holes as a means to get himself off.

“Look at you, so pathetic and submissive beneath me. The perfect sex doll.” His gaze never wavers from your big eyes while he speaks, and before you can register what’s happening he’s suddenly leaning down and spitting into your mouth that he’s forcing open. “Swallow,” he orders.

It’s embarrassing how quickly you obey. Every second that passes is spent reminding yourself that you need to remember your script rather than act on impulse.

But that’s proving harder and harder to do now that Yoongi’s face is so close to yours.

You resist the urge to lean up and kiss him. Your director already scolded you once today; you don’t need him calling you out again. Though you might not have to endure this facade that much longer, because soon your co-star’s hand is snaking down between your legs and finding the bundle of nerves that instantly sets your body aflame.

You have no choice but to take what he’s giving you, and the onslaught of pleasure mixed with the mental image of everything happening is too much for you to handle.

Which is why his growl of “cum,” in the shell of your ear is all it takes for you to lose it on his cock.

“Fuck,” the word falls from his lips with a low, throaty groan. He stands upright again and tosses his head back, both hands returning to your hips as he drags your pussy even faster on his length so you ride out your high while he desperately chases his. “I didn’t think it was even possible for you to feel any tighter—shit, your pretty pussy is gonna make me cum.”

The sounds of pleasure leaving his lips turn short, breathless, until finally you feel the sudden sensation of milky white cum flooding your insides. It’s warm and leaves your body feeling full, satisfied when he eventually pulls out to admire his seed dripping from your cunt.

He bends down to get a view up close, and without the haze of lust clouding your movements you actually feel embarrassed by his thorough inspection despite everything that just happened. If it wasn’t for the dizzying lethargy that’s starting to settle over your body and a need to end the scene, you might’ve tried to squirm away.

“Clench,” he suddenly orders, his thumb dragging up your inner thigh and entering your abused pussy again as he stuffs his seed back inside of you. “Don’t let it drip out. I want you to remember the feeling of my cum filling you up when you talk to your precious boyfriend.”

You shudder at his touch against your sensitive mound, though thankfully he doesn’t linger as the director calls cut! and the scene ends.

The hum of background chatter fills the room again, and it takes you a moment to blink from your daze and realize what’s happening. You can’t move from the bed even if you wanted to.

Yoongi is instantly at your side untying your wrists, his touch careful and gentle compared to the harsh way he was handling your body just moments prior. “Hey, you okay?” He sits down by your side and runs a soothing hand over your hair, your back. “I’m sorry if I went too far a couple times there. They said they wanted me to be more rough, so I–“

“It’s fine, really,” you hum in reassurance when you eventually find your voice. A sigh of relief leaves your lips once your wrists are finally free of the constricting rope, and you rub and roll them a few times to ease the stiff ache in your bones. “I never nudged you because I was uncomfortable. I just needed to breathe,” you chuckle amiably.

A soft smile finds Yoongi’s lips, and he slowly reaches out to give you enough time to pull away if you want to until the pad of his thumb is tenderly swiping the mascara-stained tears from your cheekbones.

The contrast makes you dizzy. It’s like night and day, his actions not even a minute ago compared to his actions now. His sexual range leaves your heart aflutter and you don’t know why.

“Shit, you have marks on your hips.” He runs a hand over the curvature of your side. A shiver shoots down your spine at his feathery touch. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get that into it.”

The tantalizing motion of his fingers seem to put you in a trance before you finally find the strength to sit upright, though the sudden movement makes you wobble a little off balance. He quickly wraps his arms around your back to steady you and then leans back against the bed frame.

You let out an exhale, your stomach rolling at the intimacy of the interaction. You’re now cuddling with Yoongi, and the cameras aren’t rolling anymore. Does he do this with all his co-stars after a shoot?

“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmur, swallowing before admitting your next words. “I got into it too. It was so difficult for me to act like I didn’t want it.”

Yoongi leans back in surprise at your words so he can get a good look at your face, though it‘s in that moment while the two of you are gazing at each other that his manager calls his name. You can’t help but notice the reluctance in his movements as he parts from you, eventually getting up and putting on his robe behind the camera.

You sigh, giving your legs a bit more time to rest until your manager calls you over as well. What’s happening? You’ve left a shoot satisfied before, but never yearning for more. Was the sex really just that good? Or is it something more, something that has to do with the boy with dark eyes and fluffy black hair staring back at you from across the room?

Whatever it is, you find yourself suddenly a little too excited to see Min Yoongi again.

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taishispit · 4 years

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okok so I read (and absolutely loved) ur hcs!! could you possibly elaborate more on tais dumbification kink? 👁️👁️ either a drabble or hcs or whatever you think works best! tysm if you do!! <<333

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

warnings!!!: dumbification, slight degradation, swearing, overstimulation

this is most definitely a kink of his he prefers when domming and topping but he most definitely wouldn’t mind letting you pound his brains out

first of all, you’ll be cumming multiple times before he can even fuck you

loves using his mouth, tongue, and fingers to warm you up

when you’re ready for his cock he has to make sure you’re comfortable so when pass away out you won’t be sore in unnecessary places

he’ll shove your knees up to let your legs rest on his shoulders

he’ll have to prep you with lube, this mans cock is not gonna go in without complications no matter how much he preps you

WILL MOST DEFINITELY SPIT ON YOUR HOLE BEFORE HE FUCKS YOU JUST FOR THE MENTAL IMAGE THOUGH SLJDJFKS

has to slide in agonizingly slow due to his size

when he’s all the way in, he’ll grab you by the mouth to force you to look into his eyes

“who’s my dumb little cock sleeve huh?”

loves seeing the tears well up in your eyes while his fat fucking cock sits in you and stretches you out

when you finally adjust to him he’ll start slow

but before you’re even used to the gentle pace he’ll speed up gradually and fuck you as fast as he likes

the squelching sounds you make around him makes him go feral on the spot

you’ll start spouting nonsense between moans

‘can’t take it’ ‘too fuckin fast’ ‘feels too good’

will just smuggly grin at you and grunt out about how he’s gonna fuck you stupid

it doesn’t take long before your mouth is gaping and your eyes can’t stay open on their own

you’re babbling nonsense at this point

no more coherent sentences, just moans and scarttered words of pleasure

you can barely see straight, but there’s no way you can miss his satisfied expression

his face full of ecstasy as he looks at the squirming mess he made you into

it doesn’t take much more for him to cum than the sight of you looking like your brains turned to mush because of him

he cums so much it just fills you up by tenfold

your stomach feels so warm and full of love

you can’t help but reach out with stuttering hands, feeling his cock inside you, making you so full, and his cum making you feel so warm

he’ll pin down your arms, and give you a devious smirk with that big mouth of his

“’m not done with you yet, i havn’t finished putting you through the ringer yet, my stupid little plaything”

i hope you like not being able to walk for days at a time👨🏻‍🦽💨

“t-tai, please god, if you lick me there for hngh~ much longer, i’ll- i’ll go insane. fuck!” your pleas only push him to suck harder at your most sensitive areas. he’s so dedicated to turning you into putty. pressure on your abdomen, tongue to your sex, and two thick fingers inside you, you could feel your release hitting you like a slap to the face. your nails dug into his soft blond locks and your thighs clenched around his head. may god have mercy on you, cause taishiro never had any to begin with.

taishiro’s chin was soaked with his own spit and your cum, but that didn’t slow him down a bit. in fact, you could almost see hearts in his eyes as he swiped his tongue across your mess on his swollen lips. “you’re delicious sweetheart. wanna taste?” before you could even muster up a response, you could taste yourself on him. it never crossed your mind that your cum would taste so delicious to yourself, but having it from taishiro’s mouth made you all the more excited.

tai made sure you were comfortable before he continued on. he fluffed the pillow under your head, smoothed out the comforter under your body, and just all around made sure you felt safe and secure before he could fuck your brains out. “you okay sweetheart? i need to know ya feel okay before i destroy you, darlin’.” his whisper sends chills down your spine and the pressing of hips against yours makes your sex twitch with anticipation. you nod to him and spread yourself wider for his aching cock.

despite the overwhelming amount of preparation and lube taishiro used on you, it was still so hard to take him inside you, even though your hole was so greedy for him. “fuck baby, you’re so tight, i’m so sorry i didn’t loosen you up enough.” he did loosen you up, as much as he possibly could. you tried to tell him he did all he could, but his puppy dog eyes compelled you to pull him closer and kiss his forehead. “i’m okay tai, start slow, and then get as rough as you want. use me.” it wasn’t hard for him to comply without a second thought. he locked his golden eyes with yours as he spit directly where you and him connected before he started inching inside you.

he twitched and grunted as he bottomed out inside of you, making you let out a heavy whimper. your entire body shook at the feeling of your man completely filling you up, and your mind started to fog with lust. the pinching sensation was barely noticeable, but still there nonetheless. he carded his fingers through your hair soothingly. “‘m gonna start gentle, sweetheart. i’ll let you get used to it, but i can’t promise i’ll be kind the whole time. to be fair, that’s what you asked for ain’t it?” he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “who’s my stupid cock sleeve, huh?” his smirk had your knees buckling. you were about to realize you unleashed a beast inside him that you couldn’t control.

he was relentless, each thrust had you shoved further into the mattress. the slapping of his skin to yours and the squelching sounds you made for him was driving him insane. taishiro didn’t take long to start fucking you as hard as humanly possible. the way he slammed into you was almost inhumane, turning you into a blubbering mess for him. “tai, i-i’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” you whimpered, barely above a whisper. he leaned in next to your ear as he continued wrecking your insides. “that’s the idea, angel.” your neck was soon occupied by your man’s mouth as he left his visible claim on you.

remorseless as ever, taishiro had you where he wanted you. your words were slurred and you were babbling on about how fucking good he felt and how he was so fast you couldn’t take it. with faltering eyelids, mouth agape, and drool rolling down your chin, you tried to keep your eyes from rolling back to look at taishiro. your sentence was so jumbled even you could barely understand it. even through the stars in your field of view, you could see tai’s satisfied grin plastered on his smug face.

not long after your words turned to some lust filled game of telephone, you felt yourself on the edge, and so did taishiro. your fluttering walls squeezing down on his cock was a dead give away, and it brought him closer to his own release. still sputtering out about how good taishiro fucked you, he took the opportunity to reach down and play with your sex. your broken moans and slurred words had taishiro’s chest swelling with pride. the sensation of taishiro filling you up and touching your most sensitive areas had you on a cloud of ecstasy, and it didn’t take much longer for another orgasm to take over your body. you had no idea how many this was, you’d lost track as soon as he had your legs around his neck.

not that much longer after you, taishiro reached his climax. his cum spilled inside you, filling you to the brim with his love. your shaky hands instinctively reached to your stomach to feel the warmth he left inside you. before you could completely feel the bulge in your tummy, your hands were above your head, pinned to the pillow wet with your sweat and drool. a devilish smirk spread across his big mouth that made you tremble. “‘m not done fuckin’ your brain’s out just yet, my little fucktoy. it’s gonna be a long night for you, dumb mutt.”

i hope you liked this, i think this is the best i’ve wrote in my entire life 👁👄👁

#bnha x reader #toyomitsu x reader #taishiro x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #mha x reader #fatgum x reader #fatgum

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normiewrites · 4 years

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happy bday kat u big fat pussy ass whore, heres ur iwa smut @bigpokico

also thank u to @bubblebanks1611 for beta reading this for me!

other tags: @kingtamakimurder @kbakugouwu

Practice is over - Iwaizumi Hajime x (fem)Reader

Warning(s): daddy kink, jealous fucking, orgasm denial, being used as a cumdump, choking, shower sex, semi-public sex, oikawa is a cuckhold hahAHA

“Who do you belong to, y/n?” Iwaizumi grunted against your wet back, your body trembling as you leaned against the cold tiled wall. You bit your lip harshly, holding in your moans as you felt his hard member thrust in and out of your soft velvet walls and his finger playing with and pinching your bundle of nerves, sending shocks up your abdomen. The steam from the hot shower that was running onto both of your bodies left your skin glistening with water drops and you admired how it accentuated the muscles of Iwa’s hand that was leaning against the wall along with your right hand.

You felt a spank against your ass, the skin slightly scorching due to the hot water running over the sensitive spot, making you moan as you arched your back, pushing your ass further against Iwa.

“I fucking asked you a questions, answer me” he growled, his other hand leaving your clit, snaking up your body and pulling on the roots of your hair, making you groan out his name as he leaned in to your exposed neck from behind, softly biting onto your sweet spot.

“I-I’m yours, Hajime” you moaned, clenching your pussy around him from his roughness.

“Say it louder”

“I’m yours, daddy!”

“Oikawa, stop pouting, you’ll get wrinkles” you chuckled, making him pout even further. You were on your way to pick up Iwaizumi from practice when you bumped into these two training late. You ended up staying for it despite the neediness between your legs that you had for your boyfriend.

“I’ll still be pretty, y/n-chan” he replied, taking a sip of water as you let your eyes linger on his neck for a bit too long.

“But what else can you be anyways? Definitely not loyal, always breaking up with your girlfriends, you can’t stay with just one” you mused, smirking at him as you took the water bottle from him.

“Maybe because the one I want is taken” he winked at you.

Being with Iwa and Oikawa for a while, his teasing never got to you, but you did know who it got to, and you wanted him to do something about it.

“Oh really? Maybe you can borrow me for a night, though I may be more than you can afford” you chuckled, patting his bicep in a mocking manner as he scoffed softly with a smile.

Before Oikawa could answer your tease, Iwaizumi interrupted, “Oi, get here, Shittykawa”, holding a glare with his words.

You turned to your boyfriend, smiling at the banter between the two as Oikawa joined him on the court, not before his eyes landed on you, a darker glare piercing you and making you subconsciously hold your thighs together. Yet you smirked, because he had heard all of it.

You couldn’t help your eyes trail down the muscular expanse of your man in this new position; your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you against the wall, the water glistening and highlighting the muscles with each move. Your eyes trailed down from his neck to his collarbone, then his pecs and abs, your eyes stopping at where his cock entered your pussy. You could just cum from the sight if it wasn’t for him denying you your release, especially from the way that your lips dragged around him when he pulled out. You threw your head softly back against the wall, your hands pulling at his wet roots as he kept slow and deliberate thrusts, bottoming you out every time, pelvises hitting each other.

“You’re such a slut, ‘you can borrow me for a night’? You just want to be used up as a cum bag, fill every pretty hole of yours up” he growled before latching his mouth onto your left tit, nipping and sucking at the skin around before softly biting down on your areola. You arched your back, your chest pushing against his face as he continued his ministrations on your body.

Your thighs quivered and tightened around his waist as his fingers groped your ass cheeks, leaving a few bruised marks on them, ramming his hard cock into your tight clenching walls, his tip pressing against that soft spongey muscle inside of you that made you see stars, making you tug onto his hair tighter as your back kept moving further up the wall.

“Don’t cum till I tell you to, doll.”

“Hey, y/n-chan, can you get the balls with us?” Oikawa called out to you, his voice interrupting your Instagram adventure.

Sighing softly, you murmured “I wish those weren’t the only balls I was getting” before going across the court to help them collect the balls after tucking your phone into your pocket.

As the three of you shared a comfortable silence, at one point when you got up from your bent over position near the nets and turned around quickly to put the ball into the basket, you banged into a strong and tall object, toppling on top of it. You groaned as you looked down, your hands on either side of the brunettes’ head, your hips straddling his as he propped his knees up as your school skirt flared around his stomach.

“Oh, hey there, Shittykawa” you laughed, sitting up straight, still straddling him as you looked at his flushed yet smirking expression, “What are you smirking at?”

“Nothing, y/n-chan, you’re too cute” he chuckled, getting up on his elbows before he pushed you off of him, making you land on your ass, earning him a kick to his calf.

You may have acted innocent, but you were so thankful with how wonderfully this all played into your hands, as you could feel Iwa’s glare at you the entire time, and you knew it would become worse if he spotted the boner that Oikawa sported.

“Practice is over” Iwaizumi suddenly announced, grabbing you by your wrist and picking up his bags on the way out as you sent a friendly wave to Oikawa.

As you both reached the locker rooms, you managed to snatch your wrist away from his grasp, pouting at him as you rubbed it softly not before being pushed up against the lockers, his hand making them echo on the inside as he slammed it against them.

“You’re such a tease, don’t act so innocent, you knew what you were doing” he growled lowly, his other hand wrapping itself around your throat, his rough calloused hands thumbing circles onto your skin.

You smirked softly, rubbing your thighs together in victory as you got what you wanted; Hajime jealous over you. You knew what all entailed in this and you wanted every second of it engraved onto your skin.

“I’ve been such a bad girl, Daddy, pleeease don’t punish me~” you whined softly through a pout as you let your hands run over his chest, licking your lips as you felt his muscles twitch underneath, his musk enveloping you into a faint daze as you watched a few beads of sweat drip down his face.

He shook his head, grabbing your hands in one tight grip as he pinned them up above you before leaning in close to your ear, wedging his thigh between your legs, whispering, “You won’t be ready for this.”

You watched in amazement and slight pain as only his cum dripped out of you, none of yours. You felt him fucking his own seed into you for the second time that evening as you stood with your back against the wall, one leg draped over his hip as he held it close to him, his cock buried into you at such a perfect angle. You had to bite onto your hand to not moan too loudly and not orgasm as he had instructed. Your insides burned from holding on so much as you were kept from releasing, the coil unbearably tight inside of you. Everything got even tighter as you both heard the door opening.

“Iwa-chan? Are you taking a shower right now?” the familiar cheery voice asked, the door slamming shut to the locker rooms.

You couldn’t help but to clench onto Iwa’s cock, the possibility of being caught much too exciting. What was even worse was that the shower walls were semi-opaque with a hazy coating, so it was easy to see shadows. Hajime didn’t miss out on your excited clenching, a low growl ripping out in him as he rutted into you deeper, smirking at your worried eyes.

“Yeah, what do you want?” he grunted out before moving his free hand to rub at your clit, biting down harder onto your hand as you clenched you eyes shut, seeing white as you felt like you were floating. You couldn’t hold it back any longer as you slowly let your strings snap one by one.

“Nothing, I just wanted to say, you’ve got a pretty cute girlfriend” he smiled, going through his locker and retrieving his stuff.

“When you fucking cum, you better let him know who’s making you cum this hard” he whispered to you before adding the most power he could to the thrusts.

“Oh yeah?” he responded to his best friend, his lips twitching as his oversensitive tip kept kissing your cervix, watching as his cum fell out the more he fucked it into you. At one particular thrust, his tip hitting deep against your g-spot, you felt everything snap inside of you, your toes curling and fingers leaving long scratches down his wet back as you finally came around him.

“Hajime!!!” you screamed out loud, your body shuddering as you couldn’t stop cumming, taken aback by how hard your orgasm hit your body. Iwaizumi followed you soon after, biting into your shoulder as he filled you up with his cum and you felt so blissed out with all of the seed filling you up, you almost forgot about the third person.

��Y/n-chan?”

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ghost-kitty · 4 years

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PLS PLS PLS DOM/SUB LAWLU ILL LOVE U FOREVER HUGS N SMOOCHES THX UR AMAZINGGGGG

Me: I want these prompts to be short, maybe 1000-1500 words

Also me: *writes 3500 words of p*rn...

RITI THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! BUT I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT EVEN THOUGH WRITER’S BLOCK IS STILL HITTING HARD *cries*

Bellamy grins at him through the screen of his laptop, wiping his sweaty forehead and smearing it red with his bloody hands. What an idiot.

“We got all the information we need out of him boss,” he says proudly as if he actually accomplished something big. Law holds himself back from rolling his eyes; if the idiot thinks he will get praised for something as basic as getting information out of a poor bastard with torture, well then he's definitely talking to the wrong person.

“What should we do with him? Kill him?”

He taps his index finger lightly against his lips in thought but before he can answer he gets distracted by a soft noise; a desperate little whine. Taking a sip of his whiskey he leans back in his office chair to look down to his feet.

A smirk soon appears on his lips as he takes in the sight in front of his eyes.

Luffy is sitting on his knees by Law's feet, hands tied behind his back with a silk ribbon and ball gag still placed firmly in his mouth.

He looks delicious like this.

Normally Law doesn’t like gagging him; he enjoys his needy moans way too much. But now and again it’s fun to play with him like this. Especially since Luffy gets so adorably frustrated when he’s not able to shout Law’s name for the whole mansion to hear.

And Law loves it too. However, he has been a bad boy; forgetting to watch his tongue once again. Bad boys don’t get what they want.

Completely ignoring Bellamy on the other end of the video call, he eyes his little pet up and down. The choice of sexy underwear has been a fantastic idea, if he may say so himself.

The teen looks absolutely ravishing in the white lingerie set. Everything from the little bralette to the panties and the garter belt - that looks more like a very short skirt - is made out of ruffled chiffon. The thigh highs match in colour aswell, as do the included choker with the leash attached to it.

He looks perfect. Cute and innocent; as if Law hasn't tainted him in every way possible already.

“Get rid of him,” he finally answers bellamy’s question, eyes not once leaving Luffy’s.

Law licks his lips as he admires his pretty face painted white with his cum from the blowjob earlier.

What a beautiful sight.

They’ve been at this for at least three hours already; with Luffy sitting at Law’s feet like a good boy while he gets some work done. He hasn’t let Luffy cum yet while he on the other hand got to shoot his load twice; the first time down his toys throat and the second time all over his pretty tear-stained face. He really looks too good with Law’s cum all over him…

The thought alone makes him harden in his pants again. He smirks, it’s time for the next round.

Luffy on the other hand seems to be done with the game Law is playing. He glares up at the older man, brown eyes piercing him with an intense stare.

Now that’s not a good pet at all.

To remind him who exactly is in control here, Law tugs at the leash in his hand.

He tugs hard enough that Luffy’s upper body jerks forward. With his arms tied behind his back he fails to hold his balance and almost topples over if it weren’t for Law’s legs preventing him from kissing the floor

“Be a good boy,” he scolds but can’t help but chuckle at Luffy’s angry expression.

Bellamy clears his throat, forcing Law’s attention back on him. It’s a good thing that he can’t see Luffy on the floor. Good for him or else Law would have to gouge his eyes out…

“Make sure to get rid of his body properly,” he says and with that he ends the call. His erection is throbbing painfully and he can imagine more fun things to do than to make sure that his henchmen are doing their job right. So much more fun things…

Luffy tries to say something through the ball gag and earns himself a slap on his cheek. Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to feel the sting. He feels how warm the skin gets as he gently caresses it with his thumb, humiliating the boy even further.

He lets out a soft whine, fresh tears springing to his eyes but Law can feel his little cock twitch against his leg.

What a good little whore he is, enjoying to be treated like a worthless dog.

“Why so impatient doll?” he asks with a smirk, patting his thigh, “be a good little pet and come sit in my lap.”

Luffy gets up from floor immediately and climbs into his lap like he was told.

Good boy.

With his index, he softly brushes over Luffy’s erection, making the boy shudder in his lap. “Want me to remove this?” he asks while slightly tugging at the gag.

The teen nods vigorously and Law feels generous. He reaches behind his head to undo the buckle and removes the ball. Luffy starts coughing weakly. Tears stream down his cheeks and fuck he looks so unbelievably sexy; Law’s pants are getting tighter by the second. “You don’t like being gagged baby?”

When Luffy doesn’t answer Law grabs a fistful of his black hair and jerks his head back forcefully. The choked out scream sounds like an angel’s choir to the older man’s ear.

Grip still firmly in Luffy’s hair he goes to undo his slacks with his free hand, cock springing free and standing proudly against his stomach.

Luffy’s gaze wanders down to Law’s dick, eyes full with desire. What a perfect little cock-slut – fuck!

“But you love to get your mouth stuffed full with my cock, don’t you.” It’s not even a question. Law knows exactly how much the boy loves to choke on his dick. With his oral fixation he comes easily just from Law’s length shoved down his throat.

Fuck, once again he is reminded just how fucking perfect Luffy is for him.

“Law please,” he begs sweetly, “I don’t want to wait any longer… please fuck me already!”

Finally letting go of his hair, Law tugs at the leash again. “Oh? You don’t want to wait any longer yeah?” he asks mockingly, “want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you stupid? Hm, that’s it right? You want me fill your slutty little hole to the brim with my fat cock and fuck you hard and fast.”

Luffy moans his agreement, subconsciously rocking his hips to get a little bit of release at least.

The tattooed smirks and tugs on the leash again. “Well I have news for you baby boy: this is not about what you want. Now tell me; who’s the one holding the leash baby.”

“Y-you,” he stammers meekly.

“Exactly. And that makes you what?”

“Y-your… your p-pet…”

Gently he pats the teen’s cheek; smiling softly, satisfied with the answer. “See, you can be such a good boy.” Leaning in he whispers against Luffy’s lips: “Good boys get rewards.”

Luffy melts against him as soon as their lips meet. He’s so weak for kisses, it’s adorable.

“So fucking pretty baby,” he mutters, “now, what do I want to do with you…”

His tattooed hands wander to Luffy’s thighs, groping at the exposed skin right above the thigh highs. He pulls at the garter and lets it snap back against his skin.

“Fuck you look so sexy. So sexy for me darling.” Soon he lets his hands wander down to his butt, the soft skin feeling just right in his hands. He kneads the plump butt for a moment, enjoying all the noises coming from Luffy.

“Want to ride my cock, baby?”

He nods, letting out another desperate whine as Law suddenly pulls his cheeks apart - moving the panties to the side aswell - to tug at the butt plug inside of him. “This not enough?”

“N-no! N-not enough! Please… your cock… please!”

Law huffs. “Filthy slut.” The boy shudders at the insult and Law grins. “You really love my cock, huh?”

“Yes! Yes… love it, love it! Law fuck me, please!”

Without a warning whatsoever, Law removes the plug from his slick, lubed up hole and tosses it on the floor. He grabs Luffy’s thighs to hoist him up in the air and line himself up with the teen’s gaping entrance. He cries out Law’s name when he enters him in one swift motion, stuffing his tight little ass to the brim.

“Now be a good little toy for me and ride my cock.”

Without further instructions, Luffy obeys and starts bouncing up and down Law’s length, squeezing him oh so perfectly. “H-hah… Law… oh god! S-so big!”

Law pulls on the leash again, bringing Luffy’s face closer to crash their lips together. Licking his lips he demands for the boy to open his mouth. He, of course, gives in easily and lets Law slip his tongue inside his hot mouth. He licks into it greedily; his own taste still lingering on the younger’s tongue.

They have to part for air soon and Law stops to admire the boy in his lap. The lingerie looks delicious on him, even more so with the debauched look on his pretty face. He’s a mess of tears, cum and drool.

A fucking masterpiece is what he is.

“Good boy,” he praises and Luffy picks up the speed of his movements. He takes Law’s huge cock easily, lifting himself up until only the tip is inside of him and then slams down until his full length is nestled balls-deep inside of him again.

“Please,” he begs, “L-ahh p-please… let me touch… hah… you.”

His speech is slurred and his legs are trembling. With his panties already drenched in pre-cum, Law decides to have mercy with the teen. He frees his little cock and starts to pump him lazily, all while Luffy continues to fuck himself on Law’s dick.

“Hngh… s-so close… hah… please…”

Oh no, that won’t do.

He pulls on the leash – hard – making him fall forwards into Law’s chest. He whines helplessly, being completely at Law’s mercy, yet his ass continues to bounce up and down on the cock inside of him.

“If you cum now,” Law growls, “you will get punished.”

Luffy buries his face in the crook of Law’s neck and sobs: “P-Please…!”

“Do you understand?”

When Luffy only nods his head weakly against Law’s neck, he grips his hair again and yanks his head back. In his deep voice he growls: “You answer me if I ask you a question! Or do you rather not want to talk, huh? Is it that? You want me to gag you again?”

Luffy lets out a sob, a pathetic little sound, and shakes his head as much as he can manage with Law's tight grip holding him in place. “N-no! Please Law… I’m s-sorry…”

“Yeah? You’re going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes! I-I’m a good boy f-for you!”

Suddenly Law grabs his butt, digs his fingers into the soft flesh, making Luffy mewl in protest when he lifts him off his cock. He stands up from his chair and puts Luffy back down on the floor where he stands on wobbly legs, knees almost giving out under his weight.

The older man moves his laptop aswell as a few important documents to the side before he slams Luffy face first down onto the desk. With one hand he pushes his face down on the varnished wood while the other is busy groping his butt. He spreads his cheeks and lets out a whistle at the sight.

“Look at that slutty hole,” he chuckles, “it’s twitching. Miss my cock already?”

Before the teen can answer, Law lets go off him completely and takes a step back to give himself some room to admire his toy. His cock feels neglected, missing the tight heat around him, so he wraps his hand around the shaft and starts to sloppily jerk himself off to the erotic picture in front of him.

Luffy lets out a needy moan and wiggles his ass in the air. He holds himself up on his tippy-toes on shaky legs. Law is sure he wouldn’t be able to support his own weight were it not for his upper body to lie flat on the wooden desk.

He looks beautiful; skin glistening with sweat, his black hair a mess and the cute white lingerie a beautiful contrast to how lewd he actually looks.

“Law… please!”

The older man clicks his tongue. “God you’re such a filthy little whore. Acting as if you’re dying without my cock deep inside your ass. Are you that desperate?”

“Y-yes,” he admits with a sob, “n-need it. Need your cock. Please!”

How could he say no to Luffy’s sweet begging?

Quickly Law lines himself up with his greedily fluttering hole and pushes his whole length in with one swift snap of his hips, making the teen moan out his name like it’s a prayer.

Oh, Law definitely is his god and lucky for his little pet, he intends to listen to Luffy’s prayers.

He starts fucking him hard and fast, exactly how he likes it, making sure to hit the sweet spot inside of him with every thrust. He grunts when Luffy tightens up even more, fucking into him even harder. “Fuck you’re so tight baby, feels so good! Aren’t you a perfect slut for me?”

Luffy is panting heavily, his small body being pushed forward with every snap of Law’s hips. It must hurt, the older thinks briefly, the way his skin grazes against the desk. However; from the blissed out look on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

Law has a firm grip on the younger’s waist, gripping the flesh so hard it will probably leaves bruises for Law to admire the next day. He loves to leave his marks all over his body, making sure that everyone knows Luffy is his and his alone!

“How is it baby boy?” he purrs, leaning forward and blanketing his body with his own much larger one. He nibbles on the boy’s ear, not slowing down his harsh thrusts, and then moves down to his neck; deciding that he needs a few marks there too. “Do you like it to get fucked open by my cock baby?”

“God yes,” Luffy all but screams. His voice sounds hoarse from how hard he got his throat fucked earlier. It makes his sweet moans even sexier. “P-please Law… it’s so good… hahh… your c-cock feels so good! I-I want to cum… god please Law let me cum…!”

The teen begs and sobs, tears flowing freely down his red cheeks. Law kisses them away before capturing his swollen lips for a passionate kiss. It’s almost gentle – for his standard it sure is – but his thrusts are incredibly rough.

Sometimes while fucking Luffy, he thinks he will break him; that there has to be a point for the teen where he just can’t take it anymore. But Luffy keeps surprising him; he never asks Law to slow down or to stop. He just keeps fucking taking it – hell – he even demands Law to give him more.

It’s almost making him dizzy how perfect Luffy is for him...

Only when it comes to sex of course, he quickly adds to his own thought. For Law there doesn’t exist anything else outside of a sexual relationship.

Law rises to his full height again to thrust deeper and harder into the mess that is Luffy.

He growls: “Yeah? Then cum for me baby!”

As soon as the command is spoken, Luffy comes undone on Law’s cock, spilling his hot seed on the expensive wood. He’ll get a punishment for this later but right now Law couldn’t care less. His vision turns blurry for a few seconds when Luffy tightens even more around him during his orgasm, almost as if he tries to suck in more of Law’s dick when he’s already stuffed full. What a slut…

Luffy goes slack after he comes down from his high, basking in his afterglow as he lies limply on the desk, still getting pushed forward from Law’s hard thrusts.

Arousal rushes hot through his veins; he’s close too but not ready to let the fun end just yet.

Luffy slowly comes back into reality. He whimpers softly as Law keeps fucking him past his orgasm to the point of overstimulation. Drool drips down his chin as he cries and whines: “Law… ahh Law please! N-no more! ‘s too much… hah… please!”

The soft pleas turn him on even more and he picks up his pace, fucking him even harder.

He grabs Luffy by the hair and yanks him up; his back arching so much it actually looks painful.

“N-no! L-ahh please s-stop,” he sobs while contradicting his own words by raising his ass higher up in the air to give the older man better access.

His face is a wreck, his puffy cheeks red and wet from new tears. The sight sets something animalistic inside of Law free. He wants to take apart what's left of him; until he owns him completely. The thought alone drives him crazy.

“You love it!” he grunts in his ear. “Love to get fucked until you’re nothing more than a crying, wrecked mess. A perfect little toy for me to use…”

“L-Law it’s… hah… it’s t-too much. Please…!”

Law’s thrusts start to get more frantic as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm.

The begging for him to stop continues on, spurring Law on to go at it even harder. They have a safe word for when Luffy seriously wants him to stop; he made sure to go through it again before they started, so he’s not worried for Luffy’s well-being at all.

“You can take it. I know you love it baby. Admit it!” he demands, “Tell me what a good whore you are for me!”

Luffy gives in easily. There’s no resistance left in him. Exactly how Law wants him to be. Fucking him stupid until he’s nothing more than a mess and listens to Law’s every word, until he submits to Law completely – that’s how Law likes it best. And Luffy too, he knows.

“L-love it,” he moans loudly, “l-love your cock so much! Law… ahh… I love it! I love you…”

Hearing the last part, Law gets pushed over the edge. He comes hard, spilling his hot cum deep inside of Luffy, filling him even more.

With a few more lazy thrusts he rides out his mind-blowing orgasm before he pulls out. Luffy whimpers at the sudden loss and pushes his butt up higher in the air as if asking Law to stuff him full again. Unbelievable!

He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he watches his cum drip out of Luffy’s gaping hole. The sight never ceases to mesmerize him. He takes a mental note to prevent his seed from leaking out of the teen with a plug next time. Leaving it in the whole day and watching him squirm, he thinks to himself with a smirk on his lips, that's gonna be a lot of fun.

A sob coming from Luffy snaps him out of it. He grabs a tissue from the desk and quickly wipes himself clean, tucking himself back in his pants before cleaning the cum dripping out of the younger.

He frees his hands, tossing the ribbon to the side, and scoops him up in his arms. Sitting down on his chair again he makes sure that Luffy sits in his lap comfortably before he presses soft kisses to his lips, cheeks and forehead. Long tattooed fingers run through Luffy’s damp hair as Law soothes him and helps him to calm down again. “You did so well baby,” he praises, kissing him again softly. “So amazing. You're so beautiful darling. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Luffy mumbles, cuddling closer to him. “Just… tired.”

“Yeah? Okay we can go to bed and cuddle. Would you like that?”

The teen perks up at that. He looks up at Law through half-lidded eyes and smiles a sleepy little smile, nodding his head as enthusiastically as he can manage in his exhaustion. So cute…

He nuzzles his nose in the tattooed man's neck and lets out a happy sigh.

Law rolls his eyes; Luffy is always so clingy after rough sex… but he doesn’t really mind it and he knows how important aftercare is. And he sure as hell won’t let Luffy drop!

“Okay. But first we’ll take a hot bath. And get you something to drink.”

He mutters something unintelligible – probably expressing his agreement – and Law takes it as his cue to get up from his seat with the teen in his arms, making his way towards his bathroom.

A soft smile appears on his lips when the younger starts to softly snore, already dozing off. He presses a sweet kiss on top of his head.

It's almost a shame that he has to strip Luffy out of the sexy underwear to take a bath. He'll definitely has to wear this one again. Especially the choker and the leash; after all, his little sunshine makes an excellent pet.

And his training isn't done yet either.

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