#More smut yasss

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house warming (k.mg)

wc. 756

genre. smut

tags. minors dni! mingyu x fem!reader, established relationship, cockwarming

a/n. i have been writing this for like 9 months and i really wanted to make it longer but i just want to post it because mentally i can't complete it, maybe there'll be a part two (most likely not) but yay!!! cockwarming mingyu yasss

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you really should have planned better.

it was like everything that could possibly go wrong did. you imagined that by now you would be wrapped up in a large, cozy comforter nestled on your cloud soft king size bed in your already furnished new house. but the movers got the wrong date down, so now your house was bare save for the mess of cardboard boxes in every room and the lumpy air mattress in the middle of your lonely bedroom.

the room lacked the warmth you had hoped for, and the chilly air seeped through the gaps. and to make matters worse, you found out that your heater was broken, in the dead of winter. 

it was too much to manage in one night, so you decided to unpack your closet and go to sleep. everything else was tomorrow’s problem.

but in the middle of the night, you stir awake, a kink in your neck reminding you of your less than ideal sleeping arrangement. you turn to the man lying beside you, who is restlessly moving around.

“what are you doing?” you groggily snap at him.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “”i’m just really cold.”

“there are extra blankets in the closet, i think.” you suggest, rolling over, trying to lull yourself back to sleep.

“i wanna feel you, baby.” he whispers, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. you roll away from him, more focused on checking your phone, causing him to emit a low groan.

“no, baby, come back here.” he pleads, drawing out the last syllable of his sentence.

“mingyu, it’s two in the morning.” you retort, the harsh blue glow of your phone illuminating the room’s bare bones.

“i’m so cold,” he whines again, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

“baby, check in the closet for extra blankets.”

“but you’re so warm here,” he pulls you closer to him. he snuggles into your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“god, we need to call a repair person to fix that stupid heater,” you groan when you think about everything that you need to do.

“we can do that in the morning,” he says, as he traces kisses along your jawline to your neck. “but in the meantime, we can keep each other warm.”

“mingyu, babe, i’m so tired, and the movers are coming at ten and we still have so much to do.”

“baby, baby,” he shushes you, wrapping you in his arms. “just relax.”

“i’m trying to go back to sleep.”

“please,” mingyu begs. “baby, it’s cold outside. i just want to feel your warmth.” you feel a shiver down your spine when he begins to nibble on your ear. “you don’t have to do anything, i just wanna be inside you.”

he slides your sweatpants down. slowly guiding his cock to your entrance, he rubs it up and down your slit. his tip pokes around your entrance and you push your hips back, encouraging him to enter into your tight cunt. his hands grip your hips tightly, his face screwing up in pleasure as he slowly pushes. you suck your breath as he bottoms out. “sorry,” he mumbles.

“it’s fine,” you sigh, melting into his embrace. mingyu, still mumbling sorries, moves around until he finally feels comfortable. when he does, his head returns to the nook of your neck. the two of you lie with your figures entwined, your limbs interwoven in an affectionate dance. your head rests against his chest, his heartbeat beneath you serving as a lullaby. his cold hands slide underneath your sweatshirt, and you clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans lowly and now it’s your turn to profusely apologize. “it’s fine, honey, just give me a moment to calm down.” you give him a moment before you place your hands on top of his arms where they rested at your waist. this was supposed to be an innocent moment – as innocent as it could be. it was supposed to be an opportunity to feel close to each other, but, as you’d expect with your boyfriend, innocence seemed to take a backseat to a different kind of intimacy.

slowly he rocks his hips against yours, prompting a soft moan to escape from your lips. “gyu,” you warn him slightly, but he ignores you, his hands slipping down to your hips to pull you closer to him. “what happened to “i just want to feel you”?”

“m sorry,” he moans out, “you know i can’t help it. you just feel so good.”

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Hi! Would you write a smut fic about getting high with Mattheo?

R U High Mine⎥Mattheo Riddle

summary: you come back from the holiday's with some weed for you and the boys. When you and Mattheo smoke while showing him some songs, it get's a little heated between the two of you.

warnings: Filthy smut yasss, getting high, so drugs/weed, smoking, best friends to lovers, making out, vocal mattheo (ugh), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, aftercare, mattheo calling reader slut and whore

note: I saw this in the car and had an immediate idea how to write this, had much fun. Thank you for the request I hope you like it. 💚

song: I recommend listening to the song "R U Mine" or "Why'd you only call me when you're high" by Arctic Monkeys, trust me babes. Or hear the playlist "Are you high mine" from my Spotify.

The boys and Pansy already waited for me in the common room as I arrived at Hogwarts again. It was like Christmas for them, knowing I would always bring them their favorite treat after the holiday's.

I smiled at them, knowing they were thinking the same as me as they smiled back at me. "Y/n!" Pansy was the first to stand up and hug me. From all the people I called my friends, I was closest to her. " Hey Pansy, how are you?" I asked, letting my bags fall to hug her back.

"I'm great! We're waiting for you girl. Everyone's here already." she giggled as she let go of me so I could great the rest.

I gave everyone a hug, at last Mattheo, who kissed my cheek. " How are you princess?" he asked, scanning my face. " I'm good Matt, thanks." I smile at him and sit beside him on the armrest. " What about you?" " Fine now that you're here." I rolled my eyes playfully at his answer.

"You know we're all happy to see you y/n, but do you have it?" Draco asked, shifting impatient in his seat. I think from all of us, he was the one with the most need for it. He was constantly on the edge, maybe even worse If it wasn't for Pansy who comforted him the best she could. He had all the pressure of his father on his shoulders and It was clear to see what it did to him. So a little smoke from now and then did good for him.

"Of course I have it, how could I forget when all of you reminded me the whole 2 weeks of it in each letter you wrote?" I say sarcastic, with a little smirk on the edge of my lips.

I grabbed my purse and pulled out a big black bag with already little packed baggy's, also black so you couldn't see what's in it, for each of them.

"Oh my god it's more than usually, right?" Enzo said, gawking at the little bags in my hand. I chuckled as I gave each one of them their own little bag so they could divide it up for the next few weeks.

"Yeah it is indeed more than usual. Got a good prize for it." " Wait let me pay what we didn't give you." Draco said, grabbing into his pockets but I shook my head. " No it's good. I'm friends with him since we were kids." He nodded and opened his bag to smell it, saying "You know I never thought I would say that but I wouldn‘t have thought I would ever be this happy to have a friend who is part of the muggle world."

I laughed at his comment, before giving the last bag to Mattheo. "I've got something else for you." I grinned at him, knowing he'll love it.

Obviously things like wifi don't exist here so I buyed him an MP3 player with lots and lots of battery's so he could listen to music. This time I brought an CD player and made a few Playlists for him.

His smile got bigger as he saw me pulling it out of my bag. "What's that?" Blaise asked, watching us. " It's an CD Player so you can hear Music a little louder than with headset."

"You wanna hear it?" I ask, Mattheo nodding. " Yeah princess, let's go." He grabbed my bags and gave me my purse. "See you later guy's." I waved at the rest of them.

It became a ritual for us to listen to music every time I came back from holiday's, so the group already knew what's going on.

We walked towards mine and Pansy's dorm we shared which was no issue to her as Mattheo and Draco shared a dorm so she would always go over to Draco's.

"You roll the weed and I'm gonna put on the music mkay? Grinder is in the top drawer." I say while walking towards my desk and putting the CD player on it, putting the battery in it and the first CD I wanted to show him. In the meantime he sat down on my bed and grinned the weed smaller before rolling it into a J.

"Ready." He smiled at me and tapped the place beside him on the bed. "Okay, so this is a band I want to show you, they're called "Arctic Monkeys" and I think you'll love them." Confident I sat down next to him after starting the Music. He lit the J and handed it over to me. "Here, you go first." "Thanks." I took the first drag and inhaled it deeply into my lungs before grinning and exhaling the smoke. " Oh it's good. Marc didn't disappoint." "Marc huh?" he asked as he took his first drag. " So you two are close or anything?"

I shrugged with my shoulders before laying down on my back. " Kind of, but not as close as I'm with you guys. I know him since I'm a kid, he's also the only one who knows about Hogwarts beside my parents."

He scanned my face as I was talking, slowly dragging his gaze from my eyes to my lips. I saw it but didn't think about it as I slowly but surely felt the weed have an effect.

"Damn, you were right. The music is great. It's a bit..edgy." " Yeah I know but it's great for smoking." I giggle and turn my head back towards the ceiling as the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high" started to play. " That's my second favorite." I tell him, feeling the weed calming me down but also making my senses and nerves more sensitive and reactive.

"What's your favorite?" "It comes after a few songs, just wait, I will tell you."

We layed down a little longer, smoking the J until it was ready and we were high as fuck. "Shit, it feels so good to be like this again." he groans, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my head towards him, seeing him looking at the ceiling.

I always had a crush on Mattheo. I loved when he was all flirty with me, while with nobody other. We both had partners before but I always felt some kind of pull towards him. My eyes scanned him, looking at his sharp jawline at first. I also loved looking at it, made me feel some type of way. Especially when it moved while he smoked.

Suddenly his eyes hit mine and maybe it's the weed but I had a feeling as If there was more in his gaze. Again, he looks at my eyes and then at my lips, licking his own.

Then my favorite song started playing. " That's my favorite." I said, watching him looking to the CD player. I wait a litte before he reacts to it. He breathed out heavily before looking at me. "You know where I would love to hear it?" "No tell me." "When we fuck." he says bluntly.

My eyes widened in shock, not knowing If I imagined things now. Before I could say anything he rolled over on top of me, grabbed my neck and kissed me with passion I've never felt before in my life. I opened my mouth as his tongue licked over my bottom lip. He groaned against my lips and pressed his body even more against mine, letting one hand beside my head to support himself and the other which was at my neck, now wandering over my stomach.

My breathing got faster and heavier due the haze and the arousal I suddenly felt. "Fuck, you don't even know how long I've been wanting to do this." He lowers his head down to my throat in a rush, leaving my lips trembling.

Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I felt his tongue licking my skin and his teeth carefully biting it. " Mattheo.." I moaned and let my hands go trough his hair, pulling on some strands. "What princess? What do you need hm?" he mumbles against my neck.

I arched my back and pressed my hips against his, feeling he's already hard. I gasped at the friction and bit my lip right after. " Need to feel you." "Where, tell me where. I wanna hear you say it." he groans, pressing against my hips.

"Everywhere. Fuck me." I would have never said that so bluntly without the weed, but I'm so grateful that we did smoke.

He growled against my skin, leaving wet kisses all over it before sitting up between my legs and letting both his hands roam over my skin under the hoodie I wore. It didn't take him long before pulling it over my head together with my shirt under it, seeing I was wearing no bra.

His lips parted and a smile formed on them. " You're so beautiful y/n, shit why didn't we do this sooner." His hand wandered up to my chest, massaging them and playing with my nipples teasing them. I mewled at the feeling and arched my back again. " Mattheo please. I need more."

"Don't have to ask me twice, princess." He opened the button of my jeans and pulled them down. He got rid of his clothes too until we were both only in our underwear.

I looked down and saw how big he was, just trough his boxershorts, making me gulp a little. "Don't worry, I'll go slow. Or do you want it rough?" I nodded quickly. " Rough. Fuck me like - " " Like what?" I gulped again before answering in a whisper. " Like a slut." " Oh you mean like my slut? Because after this you'll go nowhere but to me If you need to be fucked. Understood?" Ahh imagine him saying this ugh

I nodded. "Good girl." he said smiling, his voice and words making me even wetter. His fingers slowly stroked over my slip, making him biting his lip and almost moan. "Feel how wet you are you fucking slut? Wet for your best friend?"

I moaned and closed my eyes as he slipped a finger under the fabric and right inside of me. "Fuck, you're so tight. Nobody fucked you good the last few months huh?" I shook my head as I couldn't form any words. " Yeah that's gonna change from now on." He pumped his fingers a few more times inside of me, putting pressure to my clit with his thumb before pulling down his boxer shorts and my slip.

He pressed his tip against my entrance, looking at me. " Ready?" "Yeah.." I breathed out. He slowly pushed inside me, scanning my face, his eyes a little hooded.

My hands grabbed his hair again as he completely bottomed me out. "Oh yes.." I moaned, closing my eyes and parting my lips.

"You feel so good princess." he groaned and started to thrust inside me fast and rough, not thinking twice If someone outside in the common room could hear the bed hitting the wall. I wanted to say something but every word got stuck in my throat at his merciless fucking.

"What huh? Am I fucking you stupid you little whore? Fuck I love this, how fucked out you already look, not even able to speak." he growls into the air.

The only thing I felt was him inside me, thrusting faster and faster every minute that passed. I couldn't concentrate on anything else beside him. "M-mattheo I'm close.." " You wanna cum baby? Beg me like the little slut you wanted to be."

His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I heard his breathing getting harder. "Fuck, please let me cum Mattheo. Please, I'm begging you." I moan loudly as my walls clench around his cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck.." he groaned, thrusting hard one last time before spilling inside me and circling his fingers on my sensitive clit. "Come around my cock baby." And I did. I did so hard that my vision went black for a moment and his name left my lips over and over again.

"Yeah, love how you almost look possessed. Possessed by my cock." he grins down at me, slowly pulling out of me.

I swallowed and looked at him, mind dizzy." "That was so good Mattheo." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Oh believe me princess, that won't be the last time. You're mine now."

I hope you had fun reading, I had so much fun writing this. 😍

Let me know what ya'll think about this hehe. 👀

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Yasss, time has come for more Yuri fics, looking forward to a Yuri ult stan :>

Thing with Yuri is, you can never know what to expect next. One moment she's a fluffy puppy cuddling with you then the next she's got you in her grip edging you all day. Just a crazy switch brat. Though that's why I fell hard for her

Enjoy

IZ*ONE/Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader

Word count: 2882

Categories/warnings: smut, alcohol, implied violence & blood, very slight dubcon, blowjob, handjob, breast play, cowgirl, kiss-and-fuck, only a little bit rough, okay maybe a tiny bit more rough. 

a/n: got way too into the setup im so sorry ill put a marker down there for the actual smut. also big thank you to @iznsfw for the pic ive been looking for this forever. lastly not proofread nor beta’d bc i still haven’t reached out to anyone seriously for writing tips and stuff yet aaaa

Everyone said Yuri was a good person: all sweet-looking, nice to everyone, takes a joke just as well as the next girl. Wouldn't hurt a fly even if she wanted to. There was something about her though; you couldn't place exactly what, but you were convinced nobody was that naturally sweet. Something was up with her.

It's a good thing then that she wasn't anyone particularly important. Jo Yuri was just another person that you'd never needed to talk to in the six months since class began. It was easy enough to ignore her, and ignore her you did. 

"You've been cooped up for way too long. Come on, 8 pm. Round of drinks on me if you show. Leave right after if you want. I swear. Just enjoy yourself." Your friend loomed over the table, blocking the light from your copy of 1984. Putting your palm on the top of his head, you closed your grip around a handful of his hair and pulled his head to where your book was sufficiently illuminated. "I'll think about it," you mutter before looking back to the yellowing paper. "Ryujin will be there too." Your friend occupied the seat next to you, rubbing his head where you grabbed. "And her friends. Isa, Minjeong, that cutie from ours you hate so fucking much," he says with a smirk, as if it was the checkmate that would make you drop everything and go. "Didn't take her to be into that type of thing," you say without looking up, "Ryujin, sure, but – what's her name? Yuri? – Feels like she just couldn't say no." He shrugs. "Maybe. What matters in the end is she'll be there, she's single, and she's got a hell of a rack." "Fucking perv. Anyway, I'll think about it." He smirks at you again. "Not because of Yuri, god dammit."

~~~

You shut your laptop and stretch. You rub your eyes for a good minute before wiping away the fatigue to find your clock striking 7. You stare at it, as if intimidating it to go faster and faster to past 8 pm so you wouldn't have to go. Defeatedly, and with regret already seeping into your mind, you get up from your chair and grab a towel. 

~~~

“Hey, long time no fucking see!” Ryujin swings her arm around your shoulders and spills half her drink onto the floor. “Hey, Ryu. Glad to see you're already half-shitfaced this early into the night.” “Fuck you. By the way, meet Isa,” she says as she drags you towards one of the booths. “We've met. Hi, Isa.” She waves and downs a shot of gin. “Who convinced you to come all the way out here?” Isa slams the shot glass onto the wooden table, nearly cracking it and probably denting the wood. “Ah, also shitfaced. I was just free, that's all. Nice to see you again.” She waves again before burying her face in her hands. You drop Ryujin onto an open space in the seats before heading for the bar.

“There he is! Fuck you, man. Stay a little!” Your friend turns around and yells, “Round of drinks on me!” The bar roars with cheers as you take a seat on one of the stools. “Glad you could make it, dude! It’s been forever! Hey, enjoy yourself. See any chicks you like? Maybe enjoy someone else too?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you obnoxiously. Thinking he’d be distracted within the next five seconds, you mutter to the bartender an order of a bottle of beer. Just then, you watch as your friend is approached by another guy, talked to a little, and then dragged off in a semi-drunk daze away to some other group. 

“Three margaritas, please.” You turn around to the stool on the other side of you. “Oh, you’re in my class, right? I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Yuri,” she says with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. The bartender places her three drinks on the counter and pops the cap off your own before setting it in front of you as well. “Right, I like your top,” gesturing to a little chain by the neckline. “Do you need help carrying those, by any chance? Or are all three of them for you?” She chuckles shyly. “Would you mind giving me a hand bringing these over to the booth with Isa and Ryujin over there?” 

~~~

Your phone reads 11:00 pm. Ryujin’s face is practically glued to the table, and Isa continues mumbling into her palms about her teddy bears wondering why she hasn’t come home yet. Your friend is sitting next to and has his arm around Ryujin, and you can guess where his free hand is. Knowing you’ve drunk a few yourself, you get up and walk cautiously yet in no straight line towards the toilets. After doing your business, you wash your hands and leave. On the way out of the bathroom, you set your mind to wake up Ryujin and offer to see her and Isa home. 

As you make your way back to the booth, you find a pair of guys huddled by a corner. You see between them a familiar figure. In your daze you fight to recall why it’s something you can recall, and then it hits you. The glint of the chain on her neckline catches your eye and you walk over to them, for the second time regret seeping into your mind before anything even happens. You’re way too drunk, you think to yourself. Whatever happens next is a bad idea, but you steel your resolve that it has to happen.

“Oh, Oppa!” She turns both guys’ attention to you, and they start throwing you dirty looks. “Hey, come on. Everyone’s drunk, we’d better go.” You make for her wrist, but one of the guys pushes you back. You notice the other guy has his hand on her shoulder, keeping her against the wall. “Why don’t you look after your friends, and we’ll look after her?” “Don’t make me do this,” you quip as you take a step forward again. After hearing them chuckle, the alcohol takes over you, your vision flashes, and finally fades to red. The last thing you remember is swinging high and kicking low.

~~~

You slowly come to, raising your head from the headrest. A stinging pain and a cold touch on the corner of your mouth greet you as your vision stabilizes from quadruple, to triple, and to double, before settling your focus on a bottle of antiseptic solution on the coffee table in front of you. Immediately, you shut your eyes as tight as they can go, deciding wherever you are is too bright, and deciding that the pain on your temple and across your forehead has something to do with how hard you’re shutting your eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do that. I was just about to leave.” You hear pieces of ice clink against each other as the cold touch moves to your forehead. “Hi, Yuri. They didn't do much worse to you did they?” “No,” she says in a relieved tone, “you saved me. It was a lot to take in honestly, but they’re worse off than you are. Thank you.” The cold spot again moves to the corner of your mouth. 

You struggle your eyes open and find her right up in your face, inspecting what you think is a wound by your eyebrow. She notices you staring at her and she backs off quickly. “Sorry… That one looked pretty bad.” “Thanks for looking after me. Where are we?” You try to sit up, only to be forced back down by a number of painful spots all over your back and torso. “You fought them, they fought back,” she pushes you down firmly onto the sofa and brings the ice bag back onto your face, “you won. We got back to the booth, and you made me call a taxi. You carried Isa-unnie and Ryujin into the taxi,” she hands you a glass of water, which you begin sipping, “and I got the other oppa. We dropped off Isa-unnie, then your friend. You wouldn’t tell me where to drop you off,” she takes the empty glass, “so I had no choice but to bring you here. Ryujin is upstairs in her room.” 

You sit up more comfortably. “Thanks, Yuri. I owe you one.” You check the time, and find it’s 2:00 am. “Sorry for intruding so late. I should go–” “You’re…” she interrupts. “You're in no condition to go home alone. Spend the night. Please?” She looks at you with a pair of puppy dog eyes and flashes a heart with her hands to you. “I… Thank you.” You lay back onto the sofa, the fatigue you didn’t know you had overwhelming you into oblivion.

~~~

(smut starts here)

You open your eyes slowly, taking advantage of the darkness.The first thing you notice are the closed pink curtains, and next is the fluffy scent of baby powder and fresh shampoo. You continue trying to get your bearings, and an immense wave of pleasure shoots up your spine. You look down and see Yuri licking your dick up and down, savoring each stroke of her tongue and letting her spit cover every inch. 

You place a hand on her nape, and she looks up at you. “Oh, good morning. Am I doing this right, Oppa?” She takes another long drag of her tongue from the base to your tip, causing you to moan lightly. “I’w thake that ash a yesh,” she mumbles as she places the head of your cock onto her tongue. “Yuri, what are you…” She takes half your length into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks to suck you off. She releases your dick with a pop, “I feel like I haven’t thanked you enough for last night. Call it even?” She smiles as innocently as can be, and then takes your cock into her mouth again. “Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop if you want…” “Keep going, baby.” She blushes at the sudden use of her pet name, but returns to her work of thanking you much more profusely than you ever imagined. 

As she continues sucking you off, you snake your hand towards her nightgown and onto her left breast. You ease back into the bed and fondle her through the smooth fabric, earning her own little moans vibrating through her throat and onto your shaft. She lets go of your cock once again, and pulls the straps of her gown off her shoulders. She pulls the smooth dress down, exposing a cute and perky pair of breasts. “Please ogle me a lot, Oppa…” She grabs your shaft again with one hand and makes long and slow strokes up and down your entire length. With her other hand, she takes yours and places it onto her left breast. “Just enjoy… Just enjoy me.” 

“Jack me off faster, baby,” you command her, and she moans slightly at the name again. She goes faster and her grip grows just a bit tighter. She maintains eye contact with you as best as she can despite you pinching her hardening pink nipples, drawing her to close her eyes and let her head lull back. You motion for her to use her mouth again and she obeys immediately, bending over to your dick and granting you easier reach to fondle her other breast. You pay special attention to how she likes her nipples played with, tracing circles along her areolas before taking her nubs between your index finger and thumb to squeeze and tug. In return, she grows a bit more careless with her blowjob, letting her mouth leak more and more saliva, as well as taking in more and more of your length before finally hitting the back of her throat. You accidentally tug on her boobs a bit harder, causing her to moan onto the tip of your dick. You start feeling guilty when she starts sliding your cock out of her mouth, but as you get ready to apologize she lifts up the bottom hem of her nightgown, showing you her clean shaven pussy. She gathers her whole gown into one bunch by her waist before pulling it over her head to leave herself completely naked for you. 

“Please tell me you like me, Oppa…” She pleads slowly and carefully, while bringing your hands to her chest once again. You relish on the warmth and softness of her breasts that you only realize she’s already straddled you and has started stroking your cock again. “Tell me… I want to hear you say it, please.” “You’re so,” she gives you one rapid stroke, “fucking,” she moans as you fondle her more roughly, “hot,” she forces herself to look straight into your eyes again, “Jo Yuri.” She speeds up her handjob, finding it harder and harder to maintain her eye contact in favor of shutting her eyes and letting the pleasure overtake her. “I’m close.” She strokes you rapidly, noticing how your legs are starting to shake, her gaze growing more intense, her squeezing you tighter, your moans getting louder, your grip on her boobs getting rougher and rougher and rougher, until–

She lets go just as you’re about to cum, “Oppa… did you cum?” “Not yet, baby, why’d you stop?” You groan disappointedly at her. “I’m sorry… It’s just… you have to enjoy me more.” She brings her soaked pussy above your cock and rubs the tip all over her lower lips, smearing your precum and her slick together on her hot cunt. You groan again, and she gets the message. Bit by bit, she sinks herself down onto your dick, relishing in the sensation of a huge and girthy cock filling her up. You accidentally squeeze her soft tits too hard again, and with an apologetic harsh tug on both her nipples downward, she abruptly slams herself down onto your waist, taking in your cock to the hilt. You feel every inch of your dick being squeezed by her pussy and soaked with her love juices, and at the end of it you feel your tip prod against what must be her cervix. 

“Never got my toy this deep into me before. Do you like it, Oppa? Does my slutty little fuckhole make you feel good?” She grins evilly at you as she leans forward for a kiss. You barely process her amazingly naughty words before she starts riding you, lifting herself up until only your tip remains in her, before slamming herself down again, taking your entire length into herself. You relish how her cunt clenches around you so lovingly, how tight she is that there’s no way this doesn’t hurt her, how loud she moans while you feel your cock quickly entering and exiting her pussy. 

She plants her elbows on either side of your head and cradles your face right in front of her bouncing chest. You take her right nipple into your mouth and she moans all the more loudly, rides you all the more violently. Your right hand grabs her left breast, fondling it the way that drives her crazy, and your last free hand gripping her ass as a hold to guide her up and down your cock. “Yuri,” you mumble with her nipple between your teeth, “I’m close again…” She rides you harder and you find it more difficult holding it in. You pray she lets you cum this time, calling upon a God you once knew, but also you pray that she lets you pull out first. Or not. As long as you cum. 

You begin sucking more harshly, and she responds by riding you faster; she grinds on your dick and drags your cock over every inch of her warm, wet walls. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, aching for her own release as well. Your grip on her ass tightens too, so much so that her cheeks spill out between your fingers as you pull her closer and pump into her as deep as you humanly can. 

You must’ve hit every last one of her good spots. A scream tears through her throat as she lifts herself off of you. Her cum sprays all over your waist, your cock, her bedsheets, and she even has the indecency to rub her clit all throughout, causing more and more of her cum to spray everywhere. You watch her through her climax, admiring the way her thighs jiggle with every jerk of her hips, the way her nipples stand erect on top of her bouncing boobs, the way her face contorts with an ungodly amount of pleasure she’s never experienced in her life. She falls forward, pressing her still-leaking cunt on your dick, and her breasts onto your chest as she heaves deep breaths through what should be a now-bruised throat. In a raspy yet sweet voice, she asks, “Was it good, Oppa? Did you like the feeling of pounding your horny pleasure girl’s tight little cunt?” She snuggles into your neck and plants little kisses along your jawline. “I haven’t cum yet, baby…” you admit quietly and out of breath. “Oh? That’s fine, Oppa. It just means you can enjoy me more.”

a/n: whoa that was way longer than I ever thought I could write at this point. all of that just this afternoon and only in response to the ask lol. this wasnt in my WIPs tbh and it was just a random BFH that accidentally took me... five hours to write? again im glad how it turned out thanks for reading all this youre awesome

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[evieskiesss]

NOBODY WILL SEE US- TOM KAULITZ

WARNINGS: AGE GAP (30 & 20) ,smut, , dom!tom, sub!reader, public sex, squirting, overstimulation, degradation, name calling (daddy USED TWICE, slut, baby, etc), getting caught, reader says to stop but rlly just wants more

a/n: HEEYYYY. i hope yall haven’t forgotten abt me but yasss im back & im finna get back on my grind fr 😫🔥🔥🔥. HERES A LITTLE SOMETHINGG. IM A LITTLE RUSTY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT IMA TRY TO WRITE MORE. LIKE FRFR. ANYWAYS LOVE YALLLL.

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The bright sun shone down on you, kissing your skin as you walked down the sandy beach, your hair flowing as the warm wind blew against you. Your eyes darted around the empty beach, awfully impressed with how much more beautiful it seemed in person compared to the photos you’d seen online.

LA VITA APERTA, was the name of the beach. It wasn’t just any beach, but the most popular nude beach in Italy. You’d been whining for weeks on end to Tom, wishing just how much you’d love to go, at least once. With the way your soft lips pouted, and the mere tone of your sad voice, it was enough to make Tom rent the beach for you two, alone.

You squealed, giggling excitedly as you ran toward the single luxurious villa in the complete center. Your feet softly padded against the hot sand, your legs moving quickly as you grew closer to it. Inside sat two reclinable beach chairs, made out of a polished bamboo. A large glass table sat in the center with platters of all sorts of cheeses, meats, crackers & fruits. A small rack of expensive wines cooled in the mini fridge in the corner, it was perfect.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, “do you like it?” the voice spoke softly into your ear, you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You turned around, a large grin plastered on your face. Hopping up, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, “iloveit,iloveit,iloveit,iloveit!” you shouted. Tom smiled, his arms hoisting you up, “anything for my girl.”

You both settled your things down, quickly taking advantage of the cold wine bottles, pouring them into glasses. Your lips wrapped around the rim, letting the dark liquid leap into your mouth. The smile wouldn’t leave your face as you sat on the sand, directly facing the ocean. The sound of the cold waves smoothly clashing against each other filled your ears, the salty smell mixing with that of the chemical-ly sunblock that Tom squirted into his hands.

He rubbed his hands together before moving your hand to the side, the cold cream coming in contact with your back. You pouted softly, looking over your shoulder to him, “i don’t like sunscreen..” you complained softly, the smell being too strong for your liking, & the sensation of oily cream making you feel uncomfortable as it would inevitably mix with your sweat. Tom ignored your protest, “you need it, baby,” he replied calmly, massaging it into your skin, being sure that your skin fully absorbs it.

“you’re too young to have wrinkly skin,” he kissed the back of your neck softly. You huffed, “fine..”. His hands ran down your back, his rings tickling you lightly as he ran them over. Slowly, his finger tips toyed with the strings of your bikini top, “we’re at a nude beach, remember?” his voice low, his breath hitting your ear. Your head slowly turned toward him, only being able to see him through peripheral vision. You were silent for a moment, your timidness suddenly taking over, you had never really.. gone nude in public before. “it’s just us, baby..” he reassured softly.

Taking your lip between your teeth, you nodded. As he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, he pulled the strings fully. The bikini top became loose, his hands dragging them down your shoulders, then setting them to the side. Your nipples hardened, the cool wind mixing with his warm breath on your neck sent small shivers down your spine. Arms creeped around, his larger hands cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly. You smiled, giggling softly at the action.

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Your breathing had slowed down, sunglasses providing extra protection to your closed eyes, your lips still curled up happily as you relaxed your body against the hot sand. You felt shuffling beside you, a soft content sigh leaving Tom’s lips as he leaned against his elbow, head propped up on his hand as his gaze laid on you. You looked beautiful, just absolutely perfect.

Your skin was now a shade or two darker, the bronze covering your entire body. Your small bikini top hugged your hips, undeniably leaving a tan line around it. You looked glowy, the sun rays blessing you with an extra kiss of beauty. His eyes ran lower, your breasts perky & attentive to the winds that blew by. Impulsively, his hands reached forward, tenderly kneading the flesh. His fingers closed around your buds, delicately pinching your nipples. He caught a groan in his throat, the feel of your skin only driving him crazy.

His lips came to your neck, planting weak kisses along the line. “tom..” you whined softly, hand coming to his chest. “mm?” he hummed, pinching your nipples again. You gasped gently at the sensation, feeling his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his tongue licking and nipping on your skin. The hand that groped your breast snuck down agonizingly slow, simply teasing you as his fingers cupped over your sex. Two fingers pressed against your clit, a broken moan leaving your lips.

He hummed against the dark hickey that formed, “so wet f’me already?”. A shaky breath came from you as he departed from your neck, his gaze now looking down at your skimpy bikini bottom, your legs unconsciously opening for him as his fingers teased the wet spot on the cotton. Your lip came between your teeth, tugging on it gently as you looked around, “b-baby.. not here..”, you mumbled. “nobody will see us, baby,” he whispered.

Your silence was loud, causing him to smirk further, leading him to slide down what was left of the bikini down your tan legs. Tossing them to the side, you were left bare. “now this, is a nude beach,” he joked, parting your legs even further. An expression of amusement came over his face, your wet cunt glistened in the sun as he parted your folds with his finger. His middle finger gently dipped down, collecting your wetness, smearing it up to your sensitive clit, biting his tongue as you jolted at the sensation. “t-tom..” you whined, “shut up,” tom replied, his tone stern.

He looked back at you again, your eyes full of neediness, masked by hesitance. Without warning, his finger prodded at your entrance, slipping into you. Groaning softly, your hand searched for stability, gripping onto the hot sand. He cooed softly, watching his finger slowly pump in & out of you. The sound of your wet cunt mixed with those of the waves, your tiny moans seeping in here & there. “look at how slutty you look,” he tsk’ed, shaking his head menacingly. You whined again, biting your lip as his finger curled up, “just begging to be fucked..” he continued.

His cock began to ache, your whimpers & sight of you now riling him up. He bit his own lip looking down at his erection, begging to be freed from its restraints. A certain whimper of yours was enough. He pulled his finger out, your eyes snapping open in confusion before he manhandled you. You yelped lightly as he pulled you up, mumbling a small “c’mon,” moving you to the side as he laid where just were. His hands pulled at your hips, making you straddle him. He reached down, pulling his cock out of his trunks, red & leaking from the tip.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping himself a couple of times, mouth parting open in pleasure, “you’re gonna ride me, ‘kay, princess?” his voice hoarse. You nodded, complying with his orders as you lifted yourself just enough. He gripped your hip with one hand, the other now holding his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds, aiming for your clit. “f-fuck,” you whimpered, your hand leaning on his chest for support. Once aligned, he began pulling you down on him, your cunt stretching out as he entered. You gasped softly, him letting out a moan at the same time. You sunk down further, feeling the burn of his cock penetrating you deeper until you were completely sat on his cock.

The fear flashed back into your mind, snapping you out of your dazed state for a moment. You turned your head, frantically searching for anyone who might be near, afraid of catching you two in the act. His fingers grabbed your chin, forcefully making you look back at him, “forget about that. just ride my cock,” he gruffed, squeezing your hips in a demanding manner. You lifted your hips as much as you could before slamming back down. Immediately, his hands gripped your ass, helping you with the rhythm.

You cried out in pleasure as you bounced on his cock, his tip kissing your cervix as you rode him faster. “fuck, baby. just like that,” he gasped, throwing his head back. You whined in response, slamming your hips harder. The way his cock deliciously stretched you out, being able to feel every vein drove you mad. Within the first few minutes, your legs began to burn, the muscles not needing much before giving out. A small whimper emitted from you as you tried to continue, your bounces faltering. His hand collided with your ass, “c’mon, princess. don’t stop,” he encouraged.

Your nails dug into his chest, your head lolling down as you mustered up the little bit of strength remaining in you to continue bouncing. God, it hurt like hell, yet it felt so fucking good. Small tears pricked your eyes as your legs gave out, no longer being able to do it on your own any further. Your front nearly collapsed on him, your hands preventing you from doing so as your lower half could no longer hold you up, “help me, i-i can’t..”. Without saying anything, Tom took it upon himself. His fingers dug themselves deep into your hips before thrusting up into you wildly.

The sounds of skin slapping over boarded those of the seagulls & waves, your broken moans fueling him to go faster. “take my fuckin’ cock, baby. just like that,” he panted. His cock drove into you deeper, hitting that gummy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. “f-f-fuck..!” you groaned, thighs shaking as you felt your orgasm approaching. Tom whimpered deeply, his eyes barely being able to keep themselves open, yet the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt gave him strength. His gaze was nothing but lustful, dirty, & everything perverted. “beautiful fuckin’ girl. shit- you gonna cum on my cock, baby?” he teased through the grunts.

You nodded feverishly, his thick cock pounding into you at an inhuman pace, causing you to clench around him. “let go, baby. show daddy how messy you get,” tom mumbled, pushing the hair out of your face. With that, you cried out, legs shaking as your walls closed in on him, a stream of liquid quickly running down & onto his abdomen. His eyes widened, & his cock hardened. “f-fuck! that’s- that’s it!” you grunted, your orgasm washing over, hands now pushing at his chest as you felt you couldn’t take much more.

Tom grunted, slamming you all the way down on him, holding you in place as his hot cum spurted out into you, coating your walls. You whimpered quietly, the feeling triggering something inside of you. Tom remained still for a moment, eyes closed as he recollected himself. You looked down at him, breathless before he caught you by surprise. He lifted you up off of him before pushing you back down, pushing your thighs to your chest, exposing your cunt to him fully. “n-no, tom! i can’t anymore,” you mewled, pushing at his arms that now aligned himself to your entrance.

You could barely keep yourself conscious right now after that orgasm, yet he still had it in him for one more round. The sound of you squirting on him snapped something inside of him, leaving his cock rock hard for more. “just one more, baby. show daddy one more time how messy you get,” he groaned, pushing himself back into your pussy. He snapped his hips in, pulling out, just to ram back in. His pace was brutal, his tip ramming into a different spot of yours.

Your hands flew his biceps, “t-tom! fuck!”. His eyes were locked on your pussy, your hole sore & raw as he fucked you mercilessly, the sloppy sounds of his cock pounding into you becoming louder. “my pretty fuckin’ slut,” he murmured huskily, mouth leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck & teeth nipping. His dirty words went straight to your core, sending shocks down your spine. “this is what you wanted, huh? getting fucked on this beach like the slut you are?”.

“yesyesyes!” you sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure became unbearable. He angled his hips, thrusting into you with desire & passion. He groaned hoarsely, feeling a knot in his abdomen. You gasped loudly, walls clenching down on his cock, dead giveaway of your orgasm. Swiftly, he pulled out, only to rapidly abuse your clit with his tip. Your hands slammed into the sand, a deep scream escaping your lips as your body shook heavily, squirting hard all over his cock, coating his abdomen. Tom cried out, slamming his cock right back into your hole, his own eyes rolling back as his orgasm hit him like a truck, cum spewing into you.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you moaning simultaneously as you rode out your highs. Tom thrusted in weakly, your hips rolling up into him as you milked it out for as long as possible. Gently, he pulled out, making you wince lightly at the sensation. He looked down at your sex, his cum seeping out of your hole & onto the soaked towel beneath you. He looked back up at you, laughing lightly at your state. Your eyes were barely open, your body covered in sweat & sand, completely breathless. His hand came to soothe your abdomen, “i didn’t know you could do that,” he panted with a smile. Your eyes peeled open, “i didn’t either,” you laughed.

He smiled, kissing your knees before helping you up. “let’s freshen up in the water.”

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You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you left the bathroom. You smiled seeing Tom, sound asleep in bed. You turned the lights on into your kitchen, brewing yourself some coffee before opening up your laptop. “what the fuck?” you mumbled tiredly, at the thousands of emails in your inbox. You opened up at the most recent one by your manager.

subject: EXPLAIN. CALL ME NOW.

link: https.//www.tmz/tomandy/nonbeach/caught.com

Your eyes widened, clicking on the link.

TMZ: PAPARAZZI CATCHES TOM KAULITZ AND GIRLFRIEND, Y/N L/N HAVING FIERY SESSION ON BEACH DURING PRIVATE GETAWAY

Your heart dropped as you scrolled further. There you were. There the fuck you were, photographed as you laid on your back, a blurred circle covering Tom’s hand in between your spread legs, his face buried into your neck. The next was worse, it was you on top of Tom, your head thrown back as his mouth was parted open, your butt blurred as it caught you mid bounce.

The following images weren’t better, catching you completely off guard. Both of you photographed, covered in sweat as Tom spoke into your ear, your legs in the air as he was mid-stroke.

A blood curling scream left your lips, “TOM!”.

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[your-highnessmarvel]

Tattoos

Requested by Anonymous: Hello, could you write Bucky Barnes x fem reader? I have multiple tattoos (upper leg, rib and back) that can be easily hidden with my clothes. Could you write Bucky dating with reader but she forgets to disclose the tattoos and somehow he discover them? How could he react? If you are comfortable with smut go ahed, if not, is fine just fluff and angst. KUDOS!!

AN: SPRUCING UP MY BUCKY LIST YASSS

Warnings: SMUT, blowjob, language

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Dating Bucky Barnes in the twenty-first century was like trying to tame an outdoor cat. One day, he could be extremely cuddly and responsive to your touches. Another day, for some reason unknown to everyone but him, he could be as closed off as a vault door - impenetrable, inconsolable.

But you'd gotten to know what made him feel more comfortable, and like taming an outdoor cat, Bucky came to prefer your presence and your home more than the dark, unpredictable outside world.

But there was still one step you hadn't taken with him yet - intimacy.

Due to a past drenched in horror and brainwashing, Bucky wasn't fond of... "losing control". He liked to do things he knew would keep his emotions in check. But sex? He hadn't a clue how he'd control himself and his strength, so he preferred to keep that on the list. For now.

But you, a woman with feelings and desires of her own, had to battle against your instincts every time you made out with your boyfriend and he'd place a hand on your shoulder and pull back. Shake his head. Or when you straddled him and felt him hard against your thigh, you had to resist a whimper when he pulled back from your kiss and kept both hands at his sides.

You'd never want to push any of his limits.

But maybe, all it took for him to open up was to take things very, very slowly.

Bucky had never seen you naked. So when he got back from his evening run, a run that kept him from going insane as he waited for you to get back to your apartment from work, he was surprised to see you standing by the kitchen table.

"Doll?" he asked, panting as he closed the door.

You smiled. "You're all sweaty," you said, taking a few steps towards him. You'd kept your work attire on but chucked your shoes by the door.

Bucky locked the door and sighed, hands on his hips. He was in a soaked grey t-shirt and jogging shorts. "I did a ten kilometre just now."

"Wow," you answered, impressed. You walked into the bathroom door, hand lingering on the frame, and you looked back at him over your shoulder. "We should get you cleaned up?" you asked, suggestively.

His mouth clamped shut and you could see the war raging behind his eyes; the desire, like any man, to follow their girlfriend into the shower and this stubborn fear of hurting you.

"Y/N," he said calmly, swallowing hard.

"It's just a shower, Bucky," you reassured. "We've never... seen each other naked. I promise we won't do more than what you're comfortable with."

It took a second for him to digest the information, to calculate the risk, and then he nodded, teeth clenched so hard that you could see a muscle in his jaw tick.

And then he was following you into the bathroom, with tentative footsteps and as he took his shoes off at the threshold, you slowly bent over to open the shower.

You heard the gasp he took a second before the sound of the gushing water silenced it.

"What should I take off first?" you asked.

He bit the inside of his lip and looked you over. "Take your pants off," he said, and somewhere along the lines of nervousness, you could hear that command.

You kept steady eye contact with his dark blue eyes as you took your jeans off, chucking your socks into the bin.

Bucky frowned when he spotted your upper right leg, an intricate design etched in black ink covering the skin there. Then he took a step forward, cocking his head to get a better look.

You smirked. "I have another if you want to see?" you asked.

He nodded.

You took your long-sleeve shirt off slowly, watching as his eyes raked down your almost-naked form, drinking in the sight of yet another inked tattoo on your ribcage.

His eyes widened briefly, brows skirting up his forehead. "They're so... pretty," he mumbled. His metal fingers flexed and caught the light of the bathroom bulb. He wanted to touch.

You turned to the side slowly, not to frighten him. He got a better look at the rest of the rib and thigh tattoos, where he slowly, oh so very slowly, reached out with his metal hand to caress the soft flesh of your ribs.

You flinched as his cold metal fingers skimmed the sensitive skin. His eyes immediately found yours, brows pulled in sadness almost. "I'm fine," you reassured. "Just cold."

He examined the ink there, marveling at the goosebumps pebbling your flesh, the dark swirls of ink following every movement of your skin.

His metal fingers flattened on your ribcage and he got closer, closer until you could smell him, and he reached down slowly to give you a chaste kiss.

You smiled when he pulled back.

"What else should I take off?" you asked, looking up into his eyes.

He gulped. "I can do the rest," he murmured, caressing both hands down your arms, until his metal thumb was hooked into the hem of your underwear. He looked down briefly, examining the skin available to him there, as he pulled them down your thighs.

He got to his knees to help your ankles through your knickers, and he placed a soft, gentle kiss on your thigh tattoo. "So soft," he whispered. "So beautiful."

You could tell by the trembling in his voice that he was giving in to the temptation.

"What else, Bucky?" you whispered, seeing steam rise from the shower in the mirror, and when Bucky came back into your line of vision, his cheeks were a slight tinge of pink.

He looked down at your breasts, covered by a black lace bra. "You only have this left," he answered.

You turned slowly, dragging your hair to the side so he could untie your bra - and see the tattoo at the very top of your spine. He hummed when he saw it, pressing flesh fingers to your ink. "You never stop surprising me," he said, and he kissed your tattoo there too, kissed down to your shoulder, up to your neck and when he pressed up against you, you could feel him hard at your back, poking your bum.

His kisses turned wet and hot, open-mouthed pecks down the other side of your neck.

"Get me naked, Bucky," you asked, and a second later, your bra hit the marble floor.

He turned you around this time, grasping you by the shoulders, eyes eager to see the prize he'd won. He softly and gently knead your tits, pulling at your nipples until a whimper, a half moan left your lips and his eyes darted to yours.

"Your turn," you said.

You pressed your warmed fingers under his sweat-soaked shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. His brown hair got ruffled as you threw the shirt into the corner, and it made you smile at just how achingly beautiful this man was.

He watched you with eager, hungry eyes, a look you'd rarely seen, as you got to your knees before him. You looked up and he moaned so lowly, eyes glazing.

You gently pulled down his shorts, his boxers, chucking them to the same corner his dirty shirt waited.

He was so painfully hard, tip red and leaking, length engorged with blood. He was big, as you'd assumed by the few times you'd felt him against your thigh. And he was beautiful.

"Fuck," he breathed, putting his flesh fingers through your hair. "You're so beautiful."

"Funny," you said lowly. "I was thinking the same thing." You looked up at him through your lashes and gave his tip a soft kiss, licking up the precum languidly.

His head fell back, eyes closing. "Shit, y/n, I won't - "

"You won't hurt me," you whispered, licking along his length. He breathed out so loudly, muscled abs straining against their skin cage.

You wrapped your hand around his length and took him passed your lips, engulfing his tip in warmth, wetting him with your tongue.

"Oh, God," he whispered, flesh hand gripping your hair at the roots, pulling you further onto him.

You took him beyond that, sliding him against your tongue, hollowing in your cheeks, until tears pricked your eyes and he touched the back of your throat. A small, silent gag was engulfed by the sound of the shower.

"So good, doll," he whispered.

You wanted to smile. You slid him back out and took a breath, watching him wet and hard.

You took him into your mouth again, without hands, and let the rhythm of his stuttering hips, his hand against your hair, guide you. He started slow, fucking your mouth in long, slow thrusts, until his pleasure filled him like acid and he started going faster.

Shallow thrusts, pushing his tip against your wet tongue, both hands in your hair.

You were starting to gag and dribble every time he hit the back of your throat, eyes red with tears, but you were loving the sight above you. Bucky, with his head thrown back, eyes closed, cheeks red, and chest heaving.

"Taking me so good, doll," he purred, metal fingers pushing you further onto his cock, impaling himself in your mouth as if he forgot he wasn't in your cunt.

Every gag you made was like fire washing through his veins. "Such a good girl," he praised.

And every time, each thrust, he'd go faster, harsher, fucking your mouth until his own lips opened at the sight of your teary eyes, your wet, red lips wrapped around him so snuggly, your tongue sliding along his shaft - that it took a second before he buried his dick in your mouth, shooting hot cum onto your tongue.

He stayed there for a second, groaning, emptying himself in your mouth, until he pulled out and quickly got to his knees. It surprised you, the way he gripped your jaw, holding your eyes with his. "Swallow every drop," he whispered, ordered, eyes so dark blue.

You gulped down his seed and smiled, showing your teeth and all.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, capturing your mouth in a hard, wet kiss.

He kissed you until your head was spinning from lack of air and then he helped you into the shower, letting the hot spray wash away the day. He kept pressing his flesh fingers against your ink, marveling at the design, kissing every swirl of black.

It's like you'd washed away the old you, the old him, and when you got out the shower, it was like stepping into a new phase of your relationship.

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hii so idk if u are planning on doing a part 2 for the stepcest or angst for a part 2 but I was wondering if you could write an angst about how they sneak around and eventually get caught?? It’s ok if ur not planning on a pt 2 😭 love ur writing style btwwww

Yasss I hope you like it! I wanted to post this last night but my sleep meds kicked in before I got to finish this part. There will be a part 3, as long as people want to read it:)

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: Your mom and Ethan's dad come home early, catching you in the act.

*there are mentions of a panic attack and some violence-related things, nothing too graphic...except the sex stuff:)*

A/N: I didn't think a lot of people would like the first part of this, and I kinda left this part on a cliffhanger because I love to be dramatic lol. If y'all want a part 3, let me know:)

You frowned when you looked at your phone and saw that your mom and Ethan’s dad would be home in a few hours. It was like everything changed after that first night. You were both loving the time you got to spend together, not just the sex. It really bummed you out that he could’ve potentially been a good boyfriend, but thanks to your mom getting swept off her feet by his dad, there’s no way it could work now.

You could tell that Ethan hated it, too. If it was up to him, they’d never come back, and he’d have you all to himself. He knew it wasn’t right, but he was catching feelings. The only thing that was going to get him through the rest of the summer was knowing that you were going to the same school in the fall. No parents, and no one would know that you were his stepsister.

“Hey cutie, what are you doing?” he asked, as he walked into the kitchen to see you in front of the counter, your back turned to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your shoulder.

He got concerned when he heard you sniffle, so he turned you around to face him. “What’s wrong?”

You wiped tears off your cheeks as you looked at him.

“Everything’s wrong. THIS is wrong,” you said, your hand gesturing between the two of you.

“I thought you liked the last couple days,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the linoleum tiles on the kitchen floor. He’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t breaking.

“I did, Ethan! That’s the problem. I don’t want this to end,” you cried, as he pulled you into his arms.

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “We can make everything work. It’ll be okay.”

“How? There’s no way,” you mumbled into his chest as he soothingly rubbed your back.

“We just have to keep it a secret.”

You hated that idea but knew it was the only option. He stepped back to wipe the stray tears off your cheeks, before leaning down to kiss you.

He started to pull away, but you pulled him back in. Your lips moved so well with his, desperate to go at it again before your mom and Wayne returned home.

“If we’re going to do this, we need to be quick,” he said, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and checking the time. “Dad said they left a little early, so they’ll be here in an hour.”

“Your bed or mine?” you asked, lacing your fingers in his.

“I like yours. It’s more comfortable,” he said, “I should really complain about that.”

“Yeah, then we’d have to explain why you know how nice my bed is,” you laughed, leading him to your room.

He helped you out of your clothes, not wanting to waste a single second of the time you had left. He started to strip, his clothes joining yours in the pile on the floor.

“What do you want, babe?” he asked, his hands running up your sides as you stood in front of him.

“I want to ride you,” you said, his eyes darkening at the thought.

“Since I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait to do it again, can I please eat your pussy first?”

“Please,” you whispered, as he pushed you back on the bed.

His head was between your thighs within seconds, his mouth working its magic. His tongue darted in and out of your dripping core, trying to get every last drop of you.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimpered, your hands running through his hair.

He gripped your thighs as he ate you out, pulling you as close to his face as possible.

His tongue started to focus on your clit, circling it with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh shit,” you cried out, your grip tightening on his hair. He groaned, the feeling making you arch your back.

You started to move your hips against his tongue as your orgasm began to build, craving that sweet ecstasy. Your brain got foggy as you started to hit your peak. The only thing you could think about was how amazing he was making you feel as you tried to form words.

“I’m gonna-“ was all you got out, before your body started to shake. He slid his tongue back inside your pussy, massaging your fluttering entrance with it.

Ethan loved seeing you like this. The pleasure coursing through your veins and knowing he’s the one that caused it, made his cock throb.

He laid down beside you after he got you through your orgasm. “Come on, baby. Get on top of me.”

You sat up, the tingling feeling in your body fading as you straddled him. Your lips went to his as your pussy rubbed against him. He was gasping at the friction against his erection, but he needed to be inside of you.

“Condom,” he mumbled against your lips.

You sighed as you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed one, making a mental note to put them back under your bed when the two of you were done.

You started to stroke him, a low groan slipping past his lips, before you rolled the condom on him.

You both moaned out when you sank down onto him, before he muttered “So fucking tight.”

His hands went to your hips as you started to move, your pace building up quickly. The palms of your hands were pressed against his chest as you rolled your hips against his. You knew you didn’t have a lot of time left, and you didn’t want to risk getting caught. He watched the way your tits bounced as you rode him, pulling you forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, the position of your hips making it easier for him do drill into your g-spot as his thrusts started to meet yours.

Both of your movements completely stopped though, as you heard heavy footsteps walking past your door.

Ethan’s wide eyes connected with your terrified ones, as Wayne yelled “Ethan, where are you?” from his bedroom a few doors down from yours.

You were frozen in fear as you were still on top of him. “Baby, you gotta get up,” he whispered. You tried to, but it was too late once the doorknob to your room turned, your mom walking in. The smile on her face dropped as she saw you, a look of disgust on her face.

“Get dressed, now,” she said through gritted teeth, your heart pounding in your chest as tears started to form in your eyes.

She walked out, slamming the door behind her. You looked down to see Ethan’s tomato-red face, “Oh my god.”

He wiped your tears away as they slid down your cheeks, “We need to get dressed, baby. You need to get off me.”

You raised your hips as he slid out of you, your body now shaking in your fear. He slid the condom off, throwing it in the wastebasket and quickly putting his clothes on. You heard arguing from the living room as you tried to get dressed, your hands shaking as Ethan came over to help you.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, pulling your shirt down over your head.

“How the fuck is this okay?” you whispered, as he helped you put your jeans back on.

“Look, I’ll say this was all my fault,” he said, before kissing you for what you felt would be the last time.

“It’s not, though.” Tears flowed down your cheeks as you felt your chest getting tighter.

“Hey, breathe, baby,” he said, pulling you into his chest so he could rub his hands across your back.

You heard footsteps outside of the door again, Wayne yelling, “Ethan, get out here now!”

He pulled away from you, his own anxiety creeping up as he made his way towards the door. The footsteps headed back to the living room as the arguing continued.

You followed Ethan, not wanting him to take the fall for this, even though his eyes pleaded with yours for you to let him.

“Your perverted son took advantage of my daughter!” your mom yelled, anger dripping off her words.

“You said she was on top of him! How do you know it wasn’t the other way around?!” Wayne snapped.

Your mom was about to say something, when she noticed Ethan standing in the doorway, and you right behind him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you little creep?” she asked, walking towards Ethan.

“Stop!” you screamed at her. She stopped in her tracks, looking you over. You’d never raised your voice at her. “I’m the reason this happened.”

Wayne scoffed in the background as your mother’s face dropped.

“No, you’re not. Stop talking,” Ethan said, as your mom got closer to Ethan, her hand connecting with his face. The sharp slap made your ears ring as Wayne started to yell. “Don’t touch my son!”

“Your son had no problem touching my daughter!” she screamed. “Get out. Both of you.” She said coldly, looking between Ethan and Wayne.

“Mom, please calm down. I know this is bad, but-“ she cut you off before you could finish speaking.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

A sob slipped past your lips as you felt your chest getting tighter again, your panic attack rushing over your body as you struggled to breathe. Ethan turned to look at you. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe.”

“Don’t you fucking speak to her,” your mom snapped, pulling Ethan away from you. “I never should’ve trusted you alone with her.”

“Stop blaming this all on Ethan! We don’t even know what the story is!” Wayne yelled, as Ethan started to get mad.

“You want to know what the fucking story is? You two got married before you even asked us how we felt about it! I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, she didn’t either,” Ethan yelled, “I wish you two would’ve thought about asking us how we felt about it, because I would’ve told you I hated the idea of living down the hall from the girl I caught feelings for. Having to refer to her as my stepsister makes me feel so fucking sick to my stomach. I hate this!”

Your mom walked over to you, trying to calm you down when she noticed your breathing wasn’t normal. Your vision got hazy as you struggled to take more than shallow breaths. “Hey, Ethan! Help me!” your mom yelled, as you dropped to your knees.

He bolted towards you, lifting you back up to hold you against him as he swayed with you in his arms, trying to calm you down. His arms around you were soothing, as you started to inhale deeper than you were able to seconds before.

Your mom stood there, watching the two of you. She was still mad, but there were other things she and Wayne needed to talk to you about.

“We’re separating,” your mom said, as you pulled your head away from Ethan’s chest. “We did rush into this.”

Wayne’s head nodded as he stared at the floor.

“Why did you go on that trip then?” you asked, your words still shaky as you calmed down.

“We went on the trip to see if there was any way we could make this work. We ended up heading home early because we knew we couldn’t,” Wayne said, as Ethan looked over to him.

“You seemed so happy,” Ethan said, as Wayne chuckled.

“We didn’t want you two to worry. We were going to make things seem normal until you guys went off to school.”

“We were going to tell you when you came home for Thanksgiving,” your mom said, a hint of sadness in her voice. “At this point, I think we should start to think about Wayne and Ethan moving out, as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, I’ll reach out to my friend that’s a realtor in the morning,” Wayne said, still not looking up from the floor.

You stood there next to Ethan, not sure how to feel. Your mom and Ethan’s dad weren’t showing a lot of emotion.

“I think we need to have a conversation,” your mom said to you, gesturing for you to come with her. Your scared eyes met with Ethans before you followed her through the house and out the side door. You both took a seat on the patio chairs, as she took a deep breath. “How long has that been going on?”

“You mean, how long have I had a crush on him? Or what you walked in on?” you asked, your gaze not meeting hers.

“Were you interested in him before you knew I was seeing Wayne?” she asked, smoothing a wrinkle out of her shirt as she spoke.

“Yeah, I’ve liked him for the last couple years,” you admitted, “I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”

“I wish you would’ve told me,” she sighed, “Maybe it would’ve stopped me from making my mistake.”

She let out a small laugh, as you started to feel sad for her. “Mom, why did you get married without talking to me about it?”

“I don’t know, I think I just didn’t want to be alone. Wayne felt the same way. We both had a child going off to college, and our houses were going to be empty. I knew you’d think we were moving too fast.”

You both sat in silence for a few minutes, deep in thought.

“This thing between you and Ethan can’t happen. At least not while he’s in the same house as you,” she finally spoke. “I’m not sure what people will think, but the marriage did only last a few months.”

“Seriously?” you asked, a smile forming on your lips.

“I need to know though, were you being safe with him?” her heart was pounding as she asked the question, hoping your answer would be what she wanted it to be.

“Yes,” you said, as she let out a sigh of relief.

“I know you’re going to be here with him alone while Wayne and I are both working, at least until they get another house. I’m going to ask Wayne if he’d help me put up cameras in the house. Just so I know you aren’t doing things you shouldn’t be,” she said, as you felt the small glint of happiness fade to anger.

“That’s a serious invasion of my privacy,” you said, before she put her hand up.

“I’m not going to put them in the bedrooms or the bathroom. I just want one in the main hallway, one in the living room, and one in the kitchen. I meant what I said earlier when I said I didn’t know who you are,” you heard the disappointment in her voice again.

“This is stupid,” you said, getting up and walking back through the side door.

Ethan was sitting on the couch talking to his dad as you made your way through the house. His eyes were on you, observing the pissed look on your face. When you walked into your room and slammed the door, he had this awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

That night, Ethan and his dad went to the store to get the cameras. You soon heard the sound of the drill outside of your door as they mounted a camera to the wall in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, irritated at the sound and the privacy you no longer had.

“Hey, I picked up some food,” Wayne said against your door. As pissed as you were, you were still hungry. You opened the door and took the bag from him but noticed Ethan behind him on a ladder with the drill. His shirt raised up a little, showing his toned stomach as he installed the camera. He winked at you when his eyes connected to yours.

“Goodnight,” Wayne said, moving away from the door. You closed it behind him and pulled out your phone to text Ethan.

You: I can’t believe you’re helping with this

A few minutes after the drilling stopped, you got a response from Ethan.

Ethan: Did you forget that I’m good with technology? I have a plan

You smiled as you read it, curious to know what his secret plan was.

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

[redr0sewrites]

Is it okay if I request some aaravos smut? (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Request: Reader comes face to face with an extremely horny Aaravos. (face riding, if that's not too much to ask 👉🏾👈🏾)

YASSS IVE BEEN DYING FOR AARAVOS REQS >:D THIS MAN IS SO FIINEEEEE! I MADE THE READER FEM BUT IF U WANT ME TO MAKE A MASC VERSION I TOTALLY CAN

🥀Cw: Smut, kinda dubcon but only if u squint, face riding, dry humping, marking, dirty talk, oral (fem recieving), aaravos is a bitch in heat for u and only for u <3

🥀minors dni

"I need you, I need you now~" Aaravos' voice was unusually rough with arousal as he gripped your hips, grinding roughly against your ass. You had been being such an unfair tease, he had enough of restraining himself!

"Its been so long... so long..." he trailed off, groaning as he ground himself against you. You moaned softly, hips bucking back against him as a swell of desire began to pool in your core. It had been quite a while since the two of you had last fucked, life has just gotten so busy that it had slipped from your mind. It only made you all the more aroused as his breathe kissed the shell of your ear.

Aaravos snapped his fingers, and in seconds the both of you were bare. He turned you around to face him, running his hands over your breasts, tweaking your nipples and rubbing them. You moan, and one hand trails down to your thighs, cupping your ass before roaming the planes of your lower stomach. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue running along your lower hip as his slender fingers began to rub over your folds. You let out a soft sigh at the stimulation, and he smirked against your lips.

"fuck, your already soaked. All worked up for me? Shit, I need to taste you. Get on the bed." You obeyed him, laying down flat on the bed and he wasted no time in burying himself between your thighs. You gasped as his skilled tongue lit your nerves on fire, the sensation of him eating you out made your whole head hazy.

Aaravos ate you out like a starved man, slurping your juices like they were the sweetest nectar and swirling his tonge around your clit. Your back arched, thighs trembling from the onslaught to your core.

"please.." your voice comes out in a soft plea, your release already building in your stomach as your hips jerk up, grinding against his face. Suddenly, Aaravos pulls away and moves up to the top of the bed. You whimper at the loss of contact, but he immediately moves to grab your hips and drag your drenched cunt over his face.

"i cant, im too heavy.." you mumble, face heating as his hot breath fans against your pussy. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, and you oh so desperately wanted him to touch you.

"Nonsense, starling. You truly think I cant handle you? Bring your hips down." At his command, you lowered yourself until your weeping cunt hovered just above his mouth.

"I said all the way down, my star. Fucking smother me in these pretty thighs. Do i need to punish you?" His voice was low and husky, and he licked a soft stripe over your slit. You whined, keening as you allowed his hands to roughly grab your hips, pulling your dripping sex down to his face. His hands gripped the plush of your thighs so tightly that they would probably bruise, yet you didn't care at all.

Aaravos began to eat you out once again, smothering himself in your heat. He nipped and bit at your thighs, assaulting your clit until you were whimpering, fat tears streamed down your face from the stimulation ywt he didnt stop for a second. Your first release barreled throigh you, your whole body shivering as your euphoric high overtakes you. He doesn't even pause, swallow your juices and catching your clit softly between his teeth, prolonging your orgasm. Your hips bucked against his face and he let out a loud moan. The sound set vibrations through your core, and your hands immediately grabbed his horns.

"You know my horns are sensitive little one~" Aaravos smirked from between your thighs, your juices coating his face. You could feel a second orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach, and your legs were trembling. Your brain felt fuzzy with pleasure, and your breasts bobbed with each grind of your hips against his tongue.

"Mhm~ I'm gonna- please I'm gonna- nghh~" Your second release came to a tipping point, crashing through you like a comet as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Aaravos continued to lick your overstimulated pussy, your thighs trembling as you began to come down for your high. Aaravos gently pulled your hips from his face, and you moved to lay beside him.

Aaravos' hand ran up and down your arm soothingly as he took in your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were watery and puffy from crying, but you looked completely blissful as you stared back at him. You both took a few seconds to just breath, taking in the others' gorgeous bare form. You felt his hardness pressing against your leg, and while you knew Aaravos would never push you to do so, you wanted him to feel good as well. Dirty thoughts filled your mind, and a mischievous smile flashed across your face.

"So, ready for round two?"

i need a giant sexy elf to scoop my tiny self up and rail the shit outta me this is not a drill

#the dragon prince #tdp #aaravos #tdp s5 #aaravos x reader #tdp aaravos #tdp x reader #aaravos tdp #aaravos smut #aaravos x you #aaravos x reader smut #this man is scrumpdillyitious fr #hes got me giggling and twirling my hair #i need him so bad its not even funny #i would destroy him

[dawninlatin]

As usual, here are my thoughts and reactions while readingHouse of Flame and Shadow! It’s obviously full of spoilers, and if someone’s looking for really intelligent theories and comments, this is not the post for you🤡

• there are still five days left and 30 minutes ago i complained to my roomie how impossible it was to wait….then, as if she heard me, SJM herself posts the first chapter??😍 thank you mrs maas😭🙏

• lidia🥺

• thanks to fucking tiktok, reading the words «ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae» will never be the same😔

• NOT THE PIERCINGS😭😭😭😭😭

• i’m seriously going through the five stages of grief over a few piercings😭😭

• is bryce in az’s torture chamber?👀🥵 gurl do you know how lucky you are-

• zaddy azriel🥵🔥

• THREE WORLDS MANAGED TO KICK THEM OUT?!?!?! IS THE THIRD WORLD THRONE OF GLASS?!?!?!?! WILL I FINALLY GET MORE MANORIAN?!?!😍😭🙏 future me, can i finally rest?🥹

• lmaooo amren isn’t a historian, she’s just really fucking old

• YASSSS GET NESTA RHYS😍😍😍

• They might be tortured, but at least Baxian has friends now😭😭

• this ruhn and lidia angst is everything😭😭

• so rhys has a bunch of pet crocodiles?? good to know😀🐊

• okay, i wasn’t gonna mention it, but now i simply have to….WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THESE NORWEGIAN NAMES??? first einar, then sigrid, and now FUCKING HILDE?? sarah i know these names sound exotic and fantasy-like to you, but to me, these are just your average middle-aged people, and it’s throwing me off💀

• A MIDDENGARD WYRM??? babes i haven’t seen you in ages🤩😍🫶

• LIDIAAAAAAAAA👏👏 i bet she’s gonna team up with the frat pack to save her mate ruhn🔥🔥

• i wanna read about lidia living with the frat pack in their….house so bad💀

• YAY RESCUE MISSION

• OMG i had forgotten how good bryce was at bullshitting people💀 this whole middengard wyrm plan is aelin level🔥🔥

• there is no way feyre, AS A HUMAN, killed that wyrm so easily in acotar🤡

• ruhnlidia is SERVING WITH ALL THIS ANGST😩😩

• «Trying to figure out what it does has been driving us all crazy.» NO BUT I NEED TO READ THIS SCENE😭😭 i just want cassian with a phone, is that too much to ask?🥲

• hunt imagining his and bryce’s future kids😭😭

• 😳😧😦🖐️🦴🩸

• THE FUCKING HARPY???

• but she was beheaded?!?!

• also pollux is actually worse than tamlin himself🤢

• RHYSAND’S SISTER??????? I NEED AN INHALER

• DUSK COURT CONFIRMED???

• FAE FROM ANOTHER WORLD??? PERHAPS ERILEA🤩

• more asteris😒

• YASSS NESTA SLAY THAT ASTERI

• bryce just left prythian? no cassian?🥺🥺

• ALSO DID SHE TAKE AZRIEL’S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DAGGER WITH HER????? SHE CAN’T DO THAT

• he needs it to sleep🥺

• JESIBA JESIBA JESIBA JESIBA JESIBA

• mommy😍🥵

• LIDIA😍🤩😭🫶🙏🧎‍♀️👑

• what do you mean lidia isn’t coming with them?😀

• SHE BETTER NOT HAVE FUCKING DIED🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

• i was supposed to go to sleep after this chapter😭😭

• NEVERMIND SHE’S ALIVE😅🙏🧎‍♀️

• hunt🤜🤛baxian

• them being bros is all i wanted from this book🥺

• #throwback to all the memes i made about it last time🤡

• bryce booping the autumn king’s nose with her sword just became my favorite moment of all time

• i’m sorry….WHAT??

• the woman was too stunned to speak

• 👁️👄👁️

• i knew she was MOMMY, but she’s also mommy?????

• «Bryce Quinlan, Queen of the Valbaran fae» *que music

• *holds lidia as i glare at the ocean queen😠* «hasn’t she been through enough????😭»

• HE CALLED HER SWEETHEART😍😭🫶🧎‍♀️🙏🥺👑😩

• rhys being referred to as «that night court dude»💀💀

• fae and stags?👀🤩

• tharion for once just use your fucking brain🫠

• finally some smut😩⚡️

• if i ever get my hands on that bitch-ass rigelus-🤬🪓💣🔪🔫🧱

• THEY JUST KILLED ALL THE HUMANS IN LUNATHION????

• i need ruhn and lidia to just fuck already😭😩

• and so does flynn and declan, apparently💀 thanks guys😌🤝

• not the autumn king again😒

• if flynn and declan getting kidnapped is what it’ll take for ruhn and lidia to get together, IT’S FUCKING WORTH IT😩🧎‍♀️

• WE WERE SO CLOSE😭😭😭😭

• them cuddling is almost as good tho😍🥰😭🌸🫶💕

• «I’m calling it now, the Star-Eater is Hunt’s father» - me, reading HOSAB in 2022

• I TOLD YA

• it feels great to be me😌

• okay i wasn’t entirely correct but CLOSE ENOUGH

• YASSSSS BRYCE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS THOSE FAE KING BASTARDS🙏🙏

• RUHN ILY😭

• i’m not crying i swear😭👑🌷🌈🏝️✨

• i laughed out loud at the fact that declan’s biggest priority was checking if they had internet now💀💀

• Hotel Horseshit💀💀 baxian you’re my fave🫶🫶🫶

• «please don’t fuck right next to us» i’m deAD

• I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THE WATERY BOWELS SARAH😭😭

• SYRINX😍😍😍😍😍

• Bryce and her mom😭🥺

• SO THE SHIFTERS WILL BASICALLY BECOME TRONE OF GLASS FAE???!🤩

• i’ll never tire of the prime coming to the rescue last minute🙏 hang in there old man✊

• SABINE YOU ARE ON THIN FUCKING ICE RN

• ithan🥹

• lidia in her girlfriend era😍💕✨🫶🥰💅

• OTTER😍🦦

• NESTA😭😭😭

• i just know ember is gonna yell at rhys😍

• i just read the ember&randall bonus chapter, and she did😍😍😍

• also I GOT TO SEE CASSIAN😍😍😍😍😍😍

• rare river queen W?

• NOT POLLUX🤺🤺🤺

• OMG THE UNDER-KING IS FROM ERILEA???????????????

• is he a skin-walker?👀

• WYRD???

• AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

• go hypaxia, slay him🔥

• 🍆💦👀😏

• i also miss your piercings, ruhn😔 gone but never forgotten✊🙏🕊️

• «…she was his and he was hers, and there was a word for it, but it eluded him.» THAT WORD IS MATE😍😭

• HE SAID «I LOVE YOU»

• screaming crying throwing up rn😍😭🥹🫶😩

• HE SHOT HER???????

• this level of angst is giving me life

• «She’s my mate, you fucker.» THE SCREAM I JUST SCRUMPT (sorry, roommates)

• 😍🥰😇🫶🔥🙏🥹😭😍😩🤩🥰🙏🔥😭🫶🫶✊🙏🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

• SARAH JANET MAAS I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU KILL RUHN NOW-

• BRANNON?!?!?!?!?? FIRE MAGIC?!?!?!?!?!AKAJQKQKQJQKQKQLBDHFJFKEBEBJWJDVFJEJSVAVJSJAHSH

• DEAD. DECEASED. UNABLE TO FUNCTION.

• NO LIDIA DO NOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF-

• BRYCE?!😳😭

• shahar😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

• NONONONONONONONONONO

• SHE CAN’T BE DEAD, RIGHT?!?!

• i’m fucking crying, i swear😭😭😭😭

• THEY’RE ALL THERE😭😭😭

• NESTA AND CASSIAN😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

• ember quinlan not caring about how deadly rhys is whatsoever is the greatest thing i’ve ever read💀

• and azriel got his dagger back? he can finally sleep🥹

• yeah bryce, cassian is a fine piece of ass😏

• NESTA GOT TO SAY ALPHAHOLE😍😍😍😍😍

• ruhn getting a hug from one of his new stepkids😍😍

• nooooo ruhn moved out of the frat house? they grow up so fast🥺

• omg hunt getting a fine for fucking bryce so bad it caused several thunderstorms is EPIC

• PEGASUSES?!?😍😍😍😍😍😍

• i can’t believe it’s over….

• i’m…..empty

• i need more🥺

• BUT I’M SO HYPED FOR ACOTAR5🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

• i also have bonus chapters to read😏😏

• THE PIERCINGS ARE BACK🙏🧎‍♀️😭😍

• DID SJM FINALLY WRITE A WEDDING SCENE?!

• this has to be a first

• i am speechless

• 👁️👄👁️

• milly garkunos you queen🫶🧎‍♀️

• i need someone to draw lettuce-baby-hunt asap💀

#hofas spoilers #crescent city #sarah j maas #house of flame and shadow #hofas

[mazeinthemiroh]

energy you say… me too i have none too 😁 lmk when you get some and pls share it with the group 🤣

things i seriously do when i’m tired during the day:

- sleep

- drink two glasses of water in one :D

- shower

- music

- learn a new dance (learning eat you up by boa like rn actually)

- read smut fics (LOOK WE ALL DO IT!!!!!!!!)

- write

- 🧸 anon (you will be hearing more jongho from me soon i will never stop)

you're so like me it's actually scary 💀💀💀

ily anon you make my actual day 😩

also yasss we love drinking water because we always THIRSTY

#🧸 anon #abi's mailbox <3

[taestefully-in-luv]

Yasss Oc’s heart belongs to jm! Ngl jm and oc’s talk beat the smut! The emotions I felt just in that one scene oh God. I related to that on a spiritual level 😭

Have to sometimes remind myself that this is all fictional lol.

I’m just imagining how they’ll confess their longing and love to each other!

Kinda want jm to be more jealous lol

i’m glad since that was a very important scene for this story!

lol yes it’s all fiction!! but fictional worlds are so fun

as for jealous jimin….who knows 👀

keep in mind, with how his character is portrayed as well as some things i’ve mentioned in past asks—jimin could have felt jealous or maybe even feel jealous in the future but he doesn’t necessarily show it in like a possessive or angry/upset type of way. but he isn’t perfect and can show his annoyance so…maybe you’ll see something like that in the future 👀

#love again

[writeformesinpie]

It's the BNHA anon again! I like Dabi, Shigaraki, Overhaul, Shinsou and Bakugou!! Those are my favourite characters! I'm glad you're enjoying the show! You probably haven't met Dabi or Overhaul yet since you just started but... they're super cool! So look forward to them! Plus Ultra!!

😁 yasss I am on the second season now 😂

I really like Todoroki now too! I can’t wait to meet some more characters (I feel like it’s easier to write for older characters- since I mostly write smut and yandere type content lol) lol I’m excited to meet more teachers, mentors and villains ofc!

#anon 💕💕💕 #plus ultra #bnha #todoroki #anime

[kosi-annec]

[BNHA] Season 4 episode 5

Bruh wtf?? The hell is this attack of titan shit lmao?? But damn they really amped up the budget for these 2 background villains, not even 5 seconds in

NEJIRE TO THE RESCUE! Lets go girl power! I actually forgot that tsu and uraraka worked under the same pro hero

Very useless thought here, but if shigaraki's hands are in his coat pockets, how come it hasn't disintegrated yet? Like all of his fingers are in so like..??

"I don't appreciate disrespect" pft- saying that while he has his foot on the table bruh lol

OH EW WTF?? I forgot what the short ass fucker's quirk is, but that big ass hand coming out of his neck(??) is disturbing

I wish i could have quirk where eating is literally one of the important aspects of it, I'd have an excuse to eat as much food i want

PFT- tamaki be a mood sometimes lol, my poor bby

OOP- ah yes the cause of a lot of smut HSKHSKSHS

Kiri being tamaki's hype man lmao

"he's totally cute too" agreed random background character!

AHH i remembered how freaked out i was when kirishima got shot in the head, thank god for his quirk

Kirishima got his priorities lol

Jeez, this guy really is pathetic as hell...

Aww kirishima truly has the heart of a hero, he ofc gonna fight back and arrest villains if they making trouble, but if they start being all vulnerable, he doesn't take advantage, he even tried comforting the guy

OH JESUS ONE'S COMING OUT OF HIS EYE

Pft- it wasn't even that bad of an insult, tamaki

"y'all have cool attacks and amped up speed, except kaminari" EY DON'T COME AT MY BOI LIKE THAT

AAAAA bakugo telling his kiri, his friend, he ain't fuckin weak, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT BABY

YASSS KIRI!! NOW KICK HIS ASS SHARK BOI

God this guy is pathetic, kinda feel bad, anyway kiri go arrest him

Mah boy got a lot more hero training to go thru; take down villains first then you can talk to em

Awww he's got fans now!

Tamaki baby, pls accept some positivity in ur life ya need it

LETS GO THEY GETTING FAMOUS!! lol bakugo seething in the background

#sharing my brain juice #fandom talks #acessment #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

[itsleese]

I don't know if you're still accepting these but I wish you would write a fic where Notice!reader is riding katsuki like a boss and then he gets a call from endeavor or her dad lmao I am in love with your writing but also horny, sorry 🤣

HAHAHAHA COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN IN LATER CHAPS?? 👀👀

#??? #idk tho #notice fic chatter #OFC WE WANT MORE SMUT YASSS #🍷🍷leese drinks

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Can I’m have itto arataki x male reader who loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time headcanons please

YASSS

Itto with cute reader headcannons

Reader: male implied

Warnings: people being ass holes but Itto beats the hell out of them, also theres a small list of NSFW headcannons at the very end, but they are labeled under big pink lettering

Genshin Masterlist

Fuck he thought you were the cutest thing out there

Your little bunny ears and soft pastel colored outfit

The urge to protect you in strong

Pinning you just to see you so small

"Hey baby my names Arataki Itto. And your quiet the cutie." "Ah....thank you sir..."

Your a bit shy as well YES archons are you cute

Loves to hug you from behind

And rub those super soft bunny ears on your head

"Did they hurt you!?" *nods* "Oh there f u c k e d"

Itto loves that you have such a love for soft things.

Your like his personal soft stuffed animals he loves cuddling and hugging you

You in a cute kimono Ah- he loves it

Using him as a bed? Archon does he love it

Waking up to your moring hair and face makes him so happy and horny

Kissing you makes him so warm and soft sometimes

All he wants is you forever

Will do absolutely anything for you

He loves it when you try standing on the edge of his geta and try to reach to kiss him

"Here hold my plushie" ohhh your gettin serious

People like to call you too feminine and make fun of you Itto doesnt like that and will most likely fight them

Guys and girls try to advance on you and if it doesnt work they'll try and degrade you because your too feminine and turn out to be a guy dating a guy, Itto will bet everything he has against the other person and beat them everytime leaving the person in shambles then pick you up and shower you in love and compliments as he carries you away

You'll go pastel gore if you really gotta go that far tho you may be cute but dont take shit

Likes to run his fingers through your hair and nails against your scalp when your sleeping, it makes you snuggle closer

Treats you like a god

"I won some food baby! Want some?"

Will 100% get you a beetle

Likes to put you on his shoulders helping you pick bird eggs and melons from trees

Loves taking you on festival dates, mostly to win you new plushies

God does he love it when you throw yourself in his arms after he winning you a plushie

"I love you Itto." "Aw. And I love you my little bunny."

Some nsfw headcannons below bc this request make me think of smut

Warnings things that are mentioned: horny, male x male implied, creampie mentioned, daddy (itto), fem boy, eating ass, lingere, hanjobs and bjs

Member he like to hug you from behind? Its a 50/50 chance he's rubbing his hard cock on your ass

Your moans are so fucking cute to him

Loves cum dripping out of you

Your basically an ultimate fem boy and he's in love with it

He especially loves when you guys fuck for the first time and you're on your knees and your back makes the most prettiest arch he's ever seen

Calling him daddy in bed? You won't be up for a few hours he so horny

If you ask him to be harder he's kinda worried: especially since your so fragile compared to him

Loves it when your legs convulse and shake after fucking you

Surprisingly likes little horny moments as well, such as making out on the bed and jacking each other off

Fuck are you good at jacking him off and blow jobs

He loves to eat your ass

You in White and pastel pink lingere he can't he- he just cant its so beatiful

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x male reader #x male reader #male reader headcannons #itto genshin impact #genshin itto x reader #genshin itto #arataki itto #genshin arataki #arataki smut #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x male reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact smut headcannons #genshin impact smut #genshin impact fluff headcannons

[watashijeon]

After Midnight | KTH

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— It was only a dream - thee sinseers - (i suggest this song after the smut)

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: sub!reader x lawyer dom!taehyung

part 2 here

wc. 7.9k | smut & angst + fluff (reader is 22 & tae is 32) :>

→ Warnings: (+18) — not proud of this so.. be nice! desk sex, taehyung smokes cigars + drinks whiskey because lawyer stereotypes yasss, raw birthday sex for mister kim, cunnilingus + masturbation, sensitive and vocally whiny yn, fingering, cum eating, brat yn appears here and there, spanking, he’s kinda a big bully, hair pulling, taehyung’s been ran through he likes his variety, agonizingly slow but yet fast and rough sex? he changes the tempo a lot, brief biting, orgasm control, oversensitivity on both ends, clit slapping, aftercare because taehyung is no biitch, not a nice ending here ^_^ don’t get upset w me

You finally make it to his apartment walking into the living to see it is empty, so is his room.

It was late and the man could hear you finally getting back, later than usual. He never made an exact time stamp for meeting him but would usually expect of you to come around mid afternoon, it’s almost midnight now.

His ears listen for the sounds of you walking alone down the dark long and hollow hallway. You know where he always spends most of his living breath and it’s this very room, his office.

Your heels being the only source of sound in his quiet abode, hearing the signature knock racking gently against the wood of his door. He would never speak back when you knocked, it was only a simple common ritual you’ve picked up over time before you open the door as your greeting.

The man shifts in his chair, turning on his heel to spin his chair around to face you. Seeing you stare in shock at his appearance; he was dressed in his work attire still, the usual kind of suit that he would wear for big cases.

His tie was now untucked from his neck, lying loose over his wrinkled buttoned up shirt that he usually wore underneath his blazer.

You see he is sat behind his desk, legs likely man spreading whilst smoking his cigar aimlessly. Puffing airs of smoke staring at you with no exact emotion, his finger rises barely to do a come hither motion and you know where he wants you.

This has been a routine for the both of you for the past two years, you aren’t dating nor are you exclusive. The second time you came over he had told you blunt and straight that he doesn’t do love and you wouldn’t be an exception.

You didn’t mind, not a bit. When you shrugged your shoulders with a genuine smile the day he told you those few words, he had given you a look for shock at how you didn’t act out or let alone react. Since then nothing has been said of the sort to change the arrangement you’ve both set with said rule.

The look of him in front of you caused you to do a double-take, you assumed since you came here late that he would of been worn in nightwear by then.

And your own surprised stare quickly fell into a subtle frown, you guessed he had a long work day. Not helping with it being his birthday today, maybe that little thought tore a shred through your all for too caring heart.

“Tae.”

He clicks his tongue tapping ashes into his cigar tray and you are quick to speed up your steps over to him when you notice his brow quirked, the telltale sign of him awaiting for you on his lap seeing he’s impatient now.

You climb into the man’s lap sitting yourself comfortable, feeling dark eyes skipping over to look at your lips. Then the slope of your nose, back up to your eyes. His gaze trailing slow up and over your perfect frame, he smirks in his mind when he notices you’ve worn more make up and a skimpier but still deemed as classy dress, all for him.

You begin to squirm under his hard stare by shifting onto one side, then the other in his lap. Maybe not the best idea for the man with a raging hard on right now.

His communication skills may lack awfully but his territorial being has heightened since you’ve came to be. He doesn’t like to show any emotion rarely, which leaves you to guessing or coaxing him into muttering an action that speaks louder than words.

Along with that, he was never vocal about sex. Having you be the one to initiate the action, no matter how hard and obvious you could see his meaty length poke through his slacks.

He hums quietly, simply wrapping arms around your waist to keep you still while pressing his bulge into your heat “You made it, so it seems.”

You giggle wrapping both arms over his shoulders leaning back to make yourself comfortable for the time being, nestling only further into his lap not minding the way your heat throbbed with burning need.

“Happy birthday old man.”

He grins small breathing out a chuckle, his hand planting their way to your ass rubbing lazy circles into clothed skin.

Never making any sly intentions to slip his hand beneath your short dress just yet.

“Happy birthday to me.”

You wiggled under his burning touch and whine already “You’re still in your old man clothes, you look uncomfortable.”

He shrugs his fingers beginning to move under the flimsy fabric to squeeze your ass just how he pleases “Long day, a lot more drafting than I would have liked.”

You nod understanding, running the tips of your fingers through the ends of his hair on his neck “Thank goodness I’m here then.” you smile cheekily tugging on the strands barely.

“Oh why, do you have plans to make this interesting?” the man smirks circling his cigar around your face, hand still remained over your ass to squeeze and knead for his leisure.

You pout fisting the strands of his hair at the strong stench of smoke wafting in your face “I’m the thing that makes it interesting, idiot.” your cheeks puffed, squinting eyes to him.

His grin falls oh so sardonic with a breathy hum “Uh huh, you are.. interesting? Would love to see how.” he urges you on, nails slightly pressed into your ass cheek. Loving the way you gasped at the impact.

“I even made you a cake.” you mumble into your gasp, bouncing against him lazily “And you need to relax, working is no good way to spend your thirty-second birthday.”

He groans taking another puff of smoke to exhale into your face that grimaced like always, “Don’t bring up my age, it makes me feel like a pervert.”

You pout more relaxing your pinched brows and wrinkled nose, pushing his cigar occupied hand off to the side diving in to plant a sloppy glossed up kiss over his lips repetitively.

“You are not a pervert, I’m legal Taehyung.”

Lips reciprocate the kiss, gently pressing into the motion on yours to test the waters. You tried to find a steady rhythm, until he had decided on taking over. Already piercing his teeth into your lower lip, things escalating from the once soft and messy pecks into rough and wet tongues clashing one another.

You’re the first one to break apart with heavy breaths whining more to him softly, toying with the hem of his collar “Let me take your clothes off, sir, please.” you put your finger into his mouth and give him a pout for a puppy, while he remained stoic. Lazily sucking and biting on your finger with no response until he felt to

“Only a few buttons.”

You smile and nod pulling your finger out from his mouth, quickly getting down to unbuttoning the first few buttons.

“Good?” your eyes search for an answer and get your great response when he lowly grunts.

“Your turn.” he taps your thigh, leaning back into his chair to get comfortable for the sight that’s to unfold.

Like always, you rolled up from his lap and stand steps away from him. Fingers deft on pushing the straps of your dress down and with a small tug from the bottom it would slip right off with ease from the seams of your hips to fall shameless pooling at the hardwood flooring.

And although you’ve done this more times than you can count, you were never not shy. Here you are stood small in only pink laced panties and heels, you decided earlier to forgone the bra so you could tease him with how your nipples pressed against the fabric that was seconds ago covering your modesty.

“Pretty.” he murmurs quietly, back to smoking his cigar in godspeed. Your eyes too busy watching his fingers press against lips, the man’s stare burning every detail into his brain about your body without blinking once.

How frustrating was this for you every time, given how he has you strip naked in front of him while being fully clothed. All from him was a few buttons open from his collared shirt, and you begin to think how you have never seen Taehyung naked besides the few nights you stayed over.

His eyes are steadily on you this whole time and the moment he sees how slow you lick your lips, looking at him with those eyes, he knows he wants you now.

He motions with his fingers in a down motion at your hips and you know what that means, you gulp in your timid step slipping off your panties seeing your wetness stained the lace.

“God.” he groans readjusting himself in his seat and you guessed that this was your silent command to sit. You have no time to dwell when you feel a pull of his fingers and you’re back on his lap, the man frowning impatient more than usual and you grew nervous at that.

You only ever wanted to see him happy. You know, put a smile on that stoic face.

Limbs wrapped around him in a koala like grip, unrelenting to plant another plethora of sloppy kisses all over him. Smiling into the kiss feeling him breath a quiet “Calm down.” against your lips while he busied to carrying you over to lay back on the paperless side of his desk, the man always making sure to clear a side for the days you came.

You grow confused at him sitting back in his chair your elbows coming to prop yourself up to speak to him properly “What.. do you want me to do.” this was different, he usually kept kissing you once he laid you back and carried onto fucking you stupid.

He wordlessly rolls his chair between your legs and leaned down into your heat, legs opened wide with heels propped against wood for leverage. You open your mouth to speak again but he shuts you up when you see lips press together to spit on your mound, feeling his saliva dribble down your cunt and you squeeze pathetically around nothing with a whiny mewl.

“Tae..” he still doesn’t speak, your legs quiver watching him bring his thumb over your clit rubbing sloppy circles into your heat. Your head throws back immediately with a gasp and desperate buck of your knees wanting more, it’s been a week since you’ve seen him and you were this sensitive to his touch.

It still feels rare and new every time he has his hands on you, feeling his fingers trail down to your folds while running spit through your pussy as if it weren’t wet from your own essence.

He keeps teasing you like this, running fingers up and down through your lips and you groan at the loss when he retrieves his fingers. You can’t complain for him to stop teasing, feeling a cold breeze of air hit against your clit causing eager hips to thrust back into his face even more.

He continued to ignore desperate attempts, pinning your hips back down against his desk while he was ready to bring digits to spread you apart more. Eyes marveling at how much your cunt shined with your arousal and his spit. He grumbles feeling fingers grip onto his hair and you can tell he is definitely done and ready to cut off the foreplay once and for all.

He groans licking a deft stripe up your cunt, sucking your clit right into his mouth with fervor and intent. Flicking his tongue over the spot that made you want to tug his strands more.

Taehyung takes his time on you, even if his tongue was sporadic and sloppy. He made sure to take breaks in between licking you up to taste every bit of you. You can’t take much more when he finally pulls back but remains put in his spot. Feeling his hot breath against your pussy, your brain warping into a spiral of pure lust and need.

He inhales one last deep breath feeling how hard you were grabbing onto his hair, getting his message across once and for all he pins both hands down on your hips to keep you in place. Leaving no room to writhe and squirm.

The man hopelessly sighs moving his head out between your legs, resting back straight up in his chair, giving you a look.

Your legs tremble more, you can’t believe he is leaving you high and dry. You furrow your brows at him and lick your lips ready to protest with the pout that always got your way.

“Why, did you stop.”

Naturally he is back to having that forsaken cigar between his fingers, you feel the great desire to snatch it right from his hand. Maybe you should shove it down his throat or better yet, throw that whole stupid damn collection of his out the fucking wind-

“Touch yourself.”

You whimper out almost naturally, you could see the twitch in his lips he got from hearing that sound of your desperation “W-what?”

He chuckles this time, shaking his head in what it seemed to be disbelief watching how his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

“I said, touch yourself.”

He didn’t raise his voice, it’s not like he ever did around you for that matter. He always made sure to speak in his calm and reserved manner, although maybe because he was a lawyer or also the plain fact of that’s just him.

And still, he did not raise his voice. But, you could definitely hear the firm and domineering lilt in his voice. You know better than to deny and be cheeky at that.

You bob your head almost stupidly, trailing fingers down to spread yourself apart for him. All because you enjoyed the way his breath would cut short, almost like your own.

You start slow with your rubs, watching the flick of a lighter brought about smoke to lazily breeze through the air between you two

“Put a finger in, mhm that’s it.” the timbre of his voice had dropped and it had gone rough as he watched your hand “In and out, slowly.”

“More. Not enough.” you panted softly, toes on the verge of curling.

He wanted you to ache, ask for him and squirm in your spot “Please.” he hums like he was thinking about it, shrugging his shoulders he placed fingers over yours to make them move faster. And when he noticed you were fastening your pace, he shushes you getting ready to stretch you out further with slipping two fingers into your wet heat with a content hum resounding his chest.

“Ah, fuck more please!” your hips wiggle against him, finger pulling from your heat pathetically to hold purchase onto his desk “C’mon, push them in deeper.” you follow without fail feeling yourself squeeze around the knuckles of him while your clit began to throb without friction. You continue to gasp out between broken moans with fingers hooked inside you, right on your g-spot rubbing you in a come hither motion.

Way too impatient himself he’s up from his seat to hover over you, swallowing up needy whines with his lips pressed to yours and you no longer can depend on the desk for strength when you feel his wrist flick harder to finger fuck you into oblivion with your wetness dripping down your thighs, thumb circling your clit and his cigar abandoned quicker than speed could contain itself.

You feel good, so fucking good. You could never question the power that his long slender fingers held, given with how they stretched you open and made you feel too many things to even word correctly if you were given the chance.

He can feel you’re close with the way your walls squeezed over him and your lips biting down on his to hold back the screams that were to be left “Cum around my fingers.“ the sounds of your wetness filled the room with every movement of his fingers, soon after feeling your orgasm snap within you when you felt his fingers pinch your bud pushing fingers in deeper.

“Fuckkk! Yes!” he pinched and rolled your bud until it was too much, again and again. The man could feel the way you squeezed down on his fingers tighter, and there it was, he felt that shudder against his hold. Watching in awe as pleasure shattered throughout your body, you felt the wave wash over you and through feeling yourself come down with heavy pants.

His heavy stare on your cunt, the blush spreading on your cheeks as he pulled his fingers from your heat without a care.

There’s that same unimpressed look on his face, he always wears it as if it were costume when you just have came over his fingers. He has no time to waste once more, soiled fingers tapping at your lips to open

“Clean.” you abide, feeling his fingers on your tongue mouthing at the skin, licking your essence from him until he was satisfied.

This part you used to grow red and flustered at, much more than now. How could anyone bare not to, when this good looking Adonis for a man would act bored and a great mix of unbothered after giving someone a mind blowing orgasm with only just his fingers.

He slips his fingers from your lips, off to rolling his shoulders back while cracking his knuckles and neck, almost like he hadn’t had fingers deep into your cunt. He carries on according to routine, patting your thigh again you get up from your spot and wiggle over to your front, chest pressed to the cold cherry wood of his desk making you gasp.

He doesn’t spare you any gentle touches to your ass or anywhere on you, as much as you wished him to. He goes on to clear his throat and hum while placing his hand over by where your cheek rested, whispering down into your ear with nothing but a voice filled with gruffness “Gonna fuck this cunt, hm?”

The way he said it just like that made the breath caught in your throat with a sputter. He always made sure to have some type of way to ask for consent in the most lewd yet bluntest ways, you nod into the desk but that wasn’t enough for him. It never was.

He slaps your ass hard, leaving you to yelp into the wood with a moan “Speak up or I fuck your ass.”

“Yes sir!” you squealed

“Yes sir, what?” you nod more so to yourself for comfort with eyes closed shut while breathing your word of consent “Please fuck me.”

Lust apparently would come in all shapes. Whether it was posed as seduction or formed with mystery, that’s how you would describe Taehyung.

He filled you with too many feelings internally and externally when he had you under him. You didn’t even wait to knock your legs apart, you do it for him, the way he likes with your back arched and out to give the man access to everything he wanted.

He gripped your thigh tight in his hold, licking lips at the sight of your cunt dripping in arousal “Bet you’d like me to fuck your cunt and ass anyways.” it’s not like it was question, because he could guess your answer when you would give in with another moan.

You always sounded sweet in his ears, he thinks if he should coo or not at the action. But he won’t dare to when you’re this close to him with his chest against your back. Taehyung doesn’t do soft unless it was necessary aftercare of course, he wasn’t a little bitch.

You snapped him out of his thoughts with such a needy call for his name, wiggling your ass into his crotch and the man could only pierce his lip likely imaging how your sticky arousal was probably clinging to his designer slacks.

He could feel your attempt to subtly but not so subtly dry hump him like the horny mutt you were always claimed to be. Amused at his angel, he watched your head slightly turn back to meet against lips and whisper in a voice so small and tiny he would combust if he was a teenager all over again, “Fuck me please, Tae.”

“However I want?” he mumbled in a feign pout,

“Whatever you want.” wiggling your hips back into him even more so he would just get to it.

You sigh when you finally feel him move around behind you coming up off from your back although you pout, your mouth falls open with ease feeling one hand lifting your hips while he busied on grabbing his cock from his slacks, teasing the tip at your entrance to start to push inside you. You almost make a sound of complaint for him to just push in, but he was quick with yanking strands of hair into his fist while his other was pierced into your hip.

You moan wantonly, feeling the pressure of him over your entrance and the great mix of pain from finger nails indenting your skin. His grip so tight that the silver rings he wore were sure to make marks into your skin.

“Fuck fuckkk, Tae-ah!” you screamed, feeling him thrust inside of you full. Your walls tried to push him out from the sudden intrusion, not backing down with the knife like grip he held on to your hip. He starts to move you up and down over his length in a slow piercing pace without a problem, his cock twitching at your withering cries begging him to go faster.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry.. so sorry sir,” you can’t even finish your sentence while you were expecting him to start you off slow and easy with teasing himself inside.

And while he continues to yank on your hair, trailing his hand up to your breast squeezing them into his hand. The man would not lie when he said he was addicted with every time you wrapped around him like this, he wouldn’t dare to word a thing of his timeless thoughts.

But, he could continue to riddle his mind on no matter how much he fucked you open, whether with his fingers or his cock you still would feel as tight as the first day he fucked you over a sink in your childhood home. The same day it was your twentieth birthday party.

The pace continued to be slow but hard with every time he thrusted his hips forward into you, making sure he hit just hard enough to make his angel beg for more.

He started to move his hands on your ass faster, forcing you to move your hips quicker against his cock “You can move better than that.” you don’t respond, he usually took over the pace so you assumed this was a mere jab.

Trailing off his hand, he flexed his fingers with a hum almost like he was in thought before you would feel a loud smack land right on your ass. Leaving you in pleasurable shock moaning at the sting and sheer pleasure “Move your fucking hips.” he hissed, wasting no time the man harshly kicks your legs apart even more than they once were. Making it difficult to move now.

The man licks his lips in satisfaction at the little tremble in your arms, beginning to lean forward pushing you in the very angle that he knew would feel just right, “Move.”

He continued to graze his teeth over the shell of your ear before biting down into skin, the unexpected action making you moan even louder. And like the bitch in heat you were, you started to gyrate your hips on his cock like this was your life long desire. The man happily grinned out in that signature cocky smirk of his, listening to the soft "uh’s” fall from lips that made you feel flush down to your cunt.

Taehyung scoffs shaking his head like you could give a fuck when he’s balls deep in you "Need more, hm?” warm hand squeezed tight around your throat and of fucking course you moan a pathetic yes. How can you even think to deny more of his cock when he drags against your walls this deliciously, the man’s hips move so unbelievably fluid with your sloppy untimely movements that it’s honestly impressive.

You can definitely tell the lawyer of a man has been ran through besides from the typical trials and cases, but who would ever care when the dick is this good.

You mumbled in your daze, you were itching to look at his face, moving your neck in an uncomfortable position to only realize how close he really was. Noses almost touching, lips swollen red and cheeks rosy. You can just guess how his chest probably shined in sweat beneath those stupid clothes of his, the veins that lingered down his v line were probably protruding from the strenuous position and all the grunting he’s doing.

Barely blinking back to the present and you realized he’s caught your gaze, this man loved to take any chance to rub in his face how attractive you found him. He goes on to give you that same forbidden look for bedroom eyes with a seductive toothy smirk mouthing the word

“Har-der.”

You couldn’t tell whatsoever if he was asking if you wanted him to go harder or saying the simple word to just say it, but oh boy you figured out quick what the man meant.

Slamming his hips into you. You cried out in a moaning yelp while he groaned watching your slick leak from your cunt with every thrust he gave, the fire and hunger in his moves making you easily turn to nothing but putty in hands.

Your eyes could only flutter back from the pleasure of feeling his girth and length enter you by tenfold. He worked you right, like he knew every little thing about your body and that he did. Taehyung’s right hand fondled your breasts making sure to nip your cheek every so often to remind you who was fucking you this good.

“Give me more.”

Whimpering, you nod in your only great way of responding. Feeling so much from just his hand rubbing your clit while fingers pinched your nipples red, heavy mint breath fanning over your cheek.

Not helping your feral self much more.

He is so down to switch his hands down over to grip your hips again, moving his chest back to watch in awe at how his dick fucked into you with ease. The way your ass jiggled every time he pushed down his pelvis making him go wild, feeling the very obvious wobble in your legs that was barely holding up if it wasn’t for his hands on you.

Nerves on fire, you begin to feel Taehyung signal his near climax with the harder and sloppier his thrusts became.

With a low groan, his pace comes to a sudden stop feeling your inner walls clench around him he hissed pulling out from your heat “Turn over.” you’re so set on chasing your orgasm you don’t even question the loss of his cock in your desperate cunt, doing whatever to please the man. You roll on your back with legs spread wide, having an idea of what he was about to do.

His jaw clenches watching how your pussy squeezed with every pump he gave to his cock, moans falling loose from his lips shooting his hot load over your mound and stomach. With one final pump he lets out a gorgeous moan, and sighs not taking any time to give himself a breather he walks closer between your legs and slips his cock back into you.

Eyes peering down at you, momentarily squeezing his shut from the overload of sensitivity. No matter how sensitive he felt, he was going to give you your orgasm.

He would focus on your desperate little noises for now, you were being such a good girl and not voicing any complaints. Even if he put his orgasm first, your voice still quivered in pure euphoria from feeling him stretch you open all over again.

He surprises you again, pulling out with a heavy exhale licking lips at the pout you wore. He hums throughout kissing your neck in a sloppy manner, pulling back to carelessly slap his cock against your clit.

The man was satisfied to say the least, bathing in the sounds of your moans and squirming hips that tried to use him for friction.

“More, please I need more.” he sighs and alternates to rubbing his length through your sodden lips “Beg for me to put my cock back in.” you are practically panting by now and you have not much will power to think.. other than blubber away “I- shit, I need you TaeTae.” and although he usually would have scolded you for swearing, his cock twitches at the special pet name that was only reserved for you to utter.

You knew what it did to him and he curses the universe for letting you be this damn endearing “Uhhh huh.” he plays it off with barely lifting his shoulders in a shrug while your pout fell more, speaking in an all but innocent tone with another whining mewl “Please, I’ll be good!”

He smiles with a grin almost too toothy for your liking, “Happy birthday to me then.” the man pulls you closer to the edge of the table, rolling his hips back into yours with a hiss and seized jaw feeling you squeeze tightly around him.

Silent cries and whimpers of “Please move” and “Touch me Tae” bounced between the office walls, but all the man would do is continue to still his hips. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his thumb, deciding to speed up the figure eight motions over your cunt. Relishing in the gorgeous ardent moans filling his ears, while you silently begged with half lidded eyes for more and more.

Taehyung enjoys this, teasing you to death with his half limp cock. I mean, look at you, getting fucked over his cock barely being fully naked with only heels on to show for who you are.

It’s almost as all the sudden something fuels him to move, and he does. He began with a soft thrust watching you gasp deeper, trying your hardest not to squeeze around him as if he would evaporate. He chuckles at your timid self, continuing to fuck himself softly into your weeping cunt that begged for so much more than before.

He watched how your hips would try to meet his, trying so hard to feel him deeper inside of you. The man chuckles again, broad shoulders shaking this time with him in amusement.

“Now isn’t that my job, Angel?”

Just those few words would make your thighs tremble in fear, poor baby. The cold ac on in his office would now be completely forgotten under his cruel ministrations and daunting words, making your hips stutter and pause to let him do the work as intended.

The tip of his cock teasing you into shambles, so slow and rough, you could cry. Your walls would unrelentingly squeeze around him while you mewled out into nothing, the muffled moans that strangled out of your throat becoming more incoherent and broken.

He bounces himself a few times, allowing only a few inches to slide out before sinking all the way back in, head lulling in pure bliss at how good you felt around him, even if he still felt overly sensitive from the earlier onslaught.

It’s when your cunt finally allows him to sink deeper, he fucks his hips up into you so hard that for a moment you were sure that you were going to fall head first off his desk if he weren’t holding onto you.

Your pussy was squeezing even tighter around his cock, groaning to the point of a feral growl, the familiar tightness forming into your stomach and with how tight your pussy was wrapped to Taehyung, he knew you were seconds from falling apart in his arms.

It takes the man a few more powerful snaps of his hips and you fall apart, head snapping back to dig into nothing but hard wood. His hand around your neck, pressing down on the two spots that constrict your air. You fall dizzy from the lack of breath, all the pleasure you’re feeling making glossy eyes flutter back with lips agape in a silent moan.

Your body seizes up to tremble all the way down to your toes curling, breath caught in your throat once more when you finally could rasp out a scream of his name as you came hard around his cock. Feeling your orgasm wash over you and through like a broken tidal wave.

“Fucking hell, so tight.” he growls an octave lower barely able to thrust his hips any further into you, fatigue beginning to make its way through. Only able to watch your body tremble down from your orgasm, looking down at you as if he wanted to have you whole with how dark his eyes bore into you “You have zero respect for yourself,” he huffs licking his bottom lip in a pitiful laugh “Smack that pretty fucking cunt, smack it.”

He loved making you feel like nothing but a whore, his whore, this was the night he got what he desired and you would give it.

Making your air catch in your throat as if you weren’t shaking to death from your orgasm. The dirty words he had merely uttered sends chills traveling down straight your spine. Cunt fluttering, with fingers tracing weakly down off to your entrance. So sensitive that you sigh in pleasure, arching head back, fingering your slit like a whore who hasn’t had her fill. Your other busied squeezing and groping the tender flesh before laying an abrupt smack on your clit.

You couldn’t help but arch forward with another broken cry feeling Taehyung buck his hips into you harder but weakly pulling back, “Fuck, again. Keep doing it.” your brows furrowed at the clear challenge, your whines of taehyung’s name not stopping anytime soon. You go on to pulling your hand back and slapping harder this time against your buzzing clit, pulling away almost immediately from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Please.. too much, no more.” your pussy consumed wholly in nerves that spread alight throughout your body, sending you spasms of pleasure with every hit you gave yourself until the man was finally satisfied.

A plain sneer drips in his voice with blatant disappointment “Go ahead, stop.” Fucking devil, he was never going to actually stop until you were on the verge of passing out just like now. You were down to only able to latch weakly onto the man’s neck with sore limbs that felt like jelly, trying your best to hold onto him.

“Relax.” he mutters with a silent hiss, feeling the weak squeezes you kept giving him from the lack of movement, he pulls out with another seething hiss through gritted teeth. You whined more like the baby you were, doing grabby hands for him to pick you up like cum wasn’t dripping down your thighs.

He leans over your shoulder grabbing a few napkins, carrying on to wiping the mess he made on you earlier and your now sore cunt down to your thighs. His brows furrowed throwing the soiled napkins in the bin, his fingertips on your thighs as he ran them over your skin gently staring at you with intent.

You understand, he wants to take care of you, aftercare always began like this.

He hums briefly before smiling small when he sees you make grabby hands for him again.

“You okay, pretty?” you were beginning to grow more tired fighting off yawns, toppling on the fact that your feet were sore from the heels that clung to your heels and well other things. You mutter a soft yes, taehyung nods busy with tucking himself back in his slacks.

Carrying off to scooping you up swiftly from the table to sit you in his lap. As if on instinct from the safe place he gave you, your eyes fluttered closed at the soft and warm feeling of him and hum in tranquility.

Your noises were low and quiet almost like a purring kitten, his palm held close onto your lower back making you nestle into his chest more. While he rolled his chair over to his desk with a cigar back between his fingers, no matter how much you scolded him from all the consequences smoking brung. He would roll his eyes and snub you as if you were being overdramatic. Who cares for lungs and great health, right? You were way too comfortable to care at the moment, it’s his office anyways.

He always knew you hated the smell of cigar smoke, the whole thing if he was being honest. But you always allowed him in moments like this and he appreciated the silence. The man grins to himself at the memory of the first few times he smoked around you, that every single time you would hold your breath until you turned blue to the point where the man would frantically grumble at you to stop and dig his beloved cigar in the tray. Always crossing his arms over his chest in disbelief at how smiley you would get from your success.

A spoiled brat is what you were, but he digresses. Slipping out the matches from the desk drawer he pulls his cigar up between his lips and lights the cancer stick. Shoulders loose, lazing his head back to the ceiling in order to take a proper exhale without hearing the coughing fit you would pull.

The man finally takes a drag from the cigar and exhales the smoke through his lips in rings of smoke. Now this, that. You found incredibly hot whenever he formed smoke rings with his lips, even if he was slowly giving himself cancer. The only joy that his awful smoking habit brought to you was the simple tricks he would do with his pretty mouth. He always looked so in his zone blowing the rings up into the ceiling with no care in the world, it makes you salivate much more seeing his Adam’s apple mixed with glossy lips and then the smoke blazing up through the air? It was a wet dream to be made, and just as he was about to throw the cigar down into his tray, his eyes close for a moment to enjoy the continuous sound of peaceful silence.

He wordlessly moves again with you in his lap, pushing his office chair backward swiveling in his chair rustling around to finally place his favorite record (an old jazz number, of course, mixed with Taehyung‘s famous hums) turning the knob for the volume at a reasonable high and wheeled himself back to snatch up a bottle of whiskey that hadn’t been empty from under his desk, thankfully.

You had a clue of what he was doing, moving around to make yourself more comfortable in his lap while giving enough room for him to make his drink, “Just like routine, hm.” the man pours himself a shot, glancing in disbelief at the almost full bottle and decides on pouring himself one more before sitting comfortably with his hand curled onto your lower back.

He kisses the front of your shoulders carelessly, fingers gracing lightly over your skin; his calloused hands caressing up and down your sensitive spine. His hums growing deeper, he grabs your chin to him pressing lips against yours in a searing kiss full of lust and need.

And god, although he may smoke a chimney. He never without a doubt did not taste like the spearmint chapstick you gifted him for his birthday last year as a gag gift. A gag that would quickly slip into his daily routine, no wonder his lips were so addictive. It’s that damn spearmint chapstick he applied to his lips, all for your liking, little did you know.

“What are you staring at?” he hums at you in question eyes narrowed to you. His eyes darkly clouded, almost hypnotic, the fringe of his hair doing the great job of covering that look he was giving you. Every so often fingers would linger up to line his fringe, humming in tune to the jazz he streamed throughout the room while swaying the both of you side to side, continuously tracing rough digits up and down your spine that shivered at the touch.

“Nothing, admiring you.”

He nods in thought, inhaling more smoke to exhale before taking his shot of whiskey in one gulp without flinching or grimacing. Another bad thing for his health, drinking. But, sadly enough he makes this also look sexy with odd ease.

“Don’t be shy, what happened to my little chatterbox.” he grins patting your back while bouncing his legs with feign excitement.

Your hand canvasses up to cup his cheek with a cheeky grin “I’m here, right here!” you giggle with a squeal from the sudden bounces in lap.

“Ohh, there she is, all it took was a few bounces in my lap.. you’re easy to please.”

You roll your eyes at him trying to fight off the stupid smile that was threatening to break your so called stoic look, awfully failing by the way.

“That is just not true, shut your mouth.”

His brow quirks with question, “Shut my mouth?” giving you the same hard stare that made you squirm awfully in your seat.

“Y-yes.. be good and be quiet.”

“Oh, wow.” he pauses to take another puff of smoke and exhales with great ease, blowing rings of smoke into your face “Maybe, I should of fucked your ass.”

And you’re sure your cheeks are turning blood red, he makes you so god forsaken flustered that your mind short circuits when the same smoke you hate and envy wafts through your face as if he were putting you in a never ending trance to keep you stuck here.

“You wouldn’t dare to.. you’re too obsessed with my,” you swallow hard, nodding to yourself once again for comfort in these awfully painful times “you know.”

And he snickers, his brow ticking higher this time “I know?” he hums almost deeper licking his lips agonizingly slow “I don’t think so, tell me.”

“My.. my,” you stutter and cough like you never heard or ever been acquainted your little brain with words.

“Your cunt.” he hums again, stating it as if it were a hard fact, which it is. You just can’t think to speak for yourself apparently.

And you can’t carry on to respond so you giggle embarrassed and shy like a dumbly flustered school girl landing a smack over his taut chest “Mhm.. that.”

He hums in thought more, running his hand in motion up and down your back “Shy and dumb, you can’t even say the word cunt.”

You flustered up even more, quickly hurrying to bury your face far deep into his neck shaking your head in retaliation. And it’s like you forget the fact that you’re completely naked with once again.. only high heels on.

“You remember nights in this room, where I would only look at your naked body not saying a word.”

Of course you do, those were the nights of the beginning of it all. You nod your head into his neck, you can’t see it but you feel him snicker at you trying to escape his blunt being.

You are convinced on the fact that he has the mindset of a fifty year old man when he is only turning thirty-two today, given how blunt he is and how he holds himself and especially with the way he acts. You are going to assume that law school aged his stoic yet plain spoken soul, even if you have a great honest feeling that no matter his occupation choice, he would of always been like this. You like him the way he is though, even his god awful habits, you are far gone into adoration for this man.

You used to hate the smell of his cigar smoke and strong musky cologne, now you crave for it to scent your clothes when you leave and tonight you beg his scent will stain you for the rest of eternity. You are beginning to lose yourself in all these troubling thoughts, while he is holding you this close and dear to his closed off heart, rubbing lazy patterns into your naked skin.

Now you feel him tapping at your spine, it’s time to come back to him. Thank goodness he’s no actual mind reader.

“Sweet, sweet girl. Come back to earth now.”

You grumble and pull yourself back from him with enough strength from his neck, rubbing fingers into your eyes with another whiny call for his name.

“Taeeehyuuung, I’m here, you disturbed me.”

Suddenly without thought you feel the man tug your hands away from your face and he’s pulling you into a kiss attack, pecking you at a constant from your blushed cheeks down to your collarbones. Making you giggle for him to stop, your voice becoming far too high pitched, squealing and squirming as he buries his face into your neck to plant one last ticklish kiss, finally surrendering.

“Keeping you here forever so no one can touch you,” he hums absorbing your giggles into his heart that soared him with too many feelings to dig from beneath the surface “Oh, really?” your fingers are back to tugging the ends of his hair looking at him with a quizzical look of challenge, as if the man’s words didn’t mean anything.

He doesn’t care for your questionable stare though, handling it well by raising his hand up to cover your mouth shut with the palm of his hand “Really,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes “you’re too good for this world.” he licks his lips again almost asking himself if he should really say this, but he does “And, I love you, my angel right?” you pull away from his hand from your mouth and nod almost barely, your mind drifting to somewhere else.

It was ok.. right. These words didn’t mean anything to him, he was only speaking in the moment like he always would do after sex. And well, he was a self reserved man that needed your body and so did you need his.

You both are going to be ok and fine, it’s fine.

“Tae.” you whisper, calling for him softly.

“Uhm?” he barely replies, nose pressed into the crook between your shoulder and neck.

“I have to tell you something.” he hums in acknowledgement running his fingers up and down your naked skin, feeling you seize under his touch. Confused at the unusual action, he stills his fingers.

You stare off into space and it’s your turn to trace your fingers over his skin, running digits up and down the back of his neck gently twisting your fingers into his hair out of nervous habit. Before you decide it’s only fair, you need to make proper eye contact for what you are about to tell him.

You look up into his bestowed but confused stare, that awaited patiently for what you needed to finally say with such importance.

“I think we should end our arrangement.”

°˖✧ critique + feedback is welcomed ԅ( ˘ω˘ԅ )

a/n: im sure this is one of my worst ive written and the perfectionist in me is sad about it

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[rintarhue]

GOOD GIRL | Haitani Rindou

⇢ pairing: dom!rin x reader

⇢ summary: Rindou is a simple man with simple wants, and you behaving like his good girl is one of them.

⇢ word count: 1.3k

⇢ content warnings: smut, dom!rin, finger sucking, choking, dumbification, praising, oral (m! receiving), consensual filming of sexual activity, cum eating, voyeurism, rindou accidentally sends the video to the bonten gc TEEHEES

⇢ note: this is purely self-indulgent im just really foken horny for rindou….. he <3 yeah. im in Love w him . if u saw this b4… i uh added a few more things >_< also idk how he goes from praising to dumbification but YASSS #versatile LMFAOOOSOOSOSOS KIDDING

“Baby, can we try something?”

“Mhm, what is it?” You turn around to face your boyfriend, as he runs a hand through his hair. The pink and dark blue-dyed mullet suited him perfectly. You made a mental note to compliment his hair before you two drift to sleep later. You’re seated comfortably on Rindou’s lap, while he licks his lips before eyeing your lips. 

“Can I film you while you suck me off?” His question is laced with lust. Raising a veiny hand, he cups your face softly, rubbing your cheeks with his thumb. You feel your panties grow wet, liking the idea of his phone pointed at you while you slobber all over his dick. Rindou groans when he sees your eyes darken in desire. “Fuck, I just felt your panties get wetter. Wouldn’t you like that, baby? I’ll even send you the video after if you want.”

Your voice is hoarse, “Yes. I — mmm — I would like that, Rin.”

“Rin?” He raises a brow, his voice going deeper. “Are you sure you want to call me that?”

“Sir! I’m — I’m sorry!” You shake your head, clutching his biceps. “I’m sorry sir!”

Rindou trails his fingers from your cheeks to your lips, urging you to open your mouth. You comply, while he pushes his middle and ring fingers inside. He smiles as your seemingly innocent eyes peer up to his. “That’s my good girl, hm?”

Nodding your head, you lean closer to him. He thrusts his fingers slowly, liking the way you choked over his movements. He moves his other hand to grip your hair tightly, pushing you to look at him directly in his amethyst-tinted eyes. Your moans get louder just as his fingers grazed your throat.

He pulls his fingers out, chuckling at your slightly teary eyes. You grind your hips to his jeans, feeling his dick harden in its confines. Rindou catches your wrists in his hands, gripping them above your head before he leans forward and his lips bite your earlobe. 

“Didn’t you learn from last time?” His words are hot in your ears, tone harsh. Flashes of your escapade with him a few nights ago enter your head. The way his hips ruthlessly rammed his fat cock inside your plush walls, your eyes dazed and tongue lolled out of your mouth. The loud spank he gave last time rings through your head once more, remembering how you got fucked dumb by him because you were acting like a brat. “Don’t do shit without me saying anything or I’ll punish you, yeah?”

You can only nod, whimpering at his domineering stance.

Rindou briskly takes his shirt off of his body, the sight of his muscular build and his huge tattoo greet your awaiting eyes. This was a sight you could never be sick of, a sight that would have you over your knees any time. The only light source in your shared apartment was your television—paused at a scene of a cartoon movie. You could’ve laughed at it, but the way its light illuminated across Rindou’s pecs was impeccable, causing your attention to focus on only him.

You take your shirt off, as well. Rindou groans at the sight of your tits, fondling your hardened nipples with his deft fingers. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.”

He guides your delicate hands down to his over his crotch. He lets your hands go then he puts his left arm behind his head, a lazy smile plastered all over his face. Your mouth waters, as your eyes roam from his face down to the light trail of hair down his lower belly.

“You know what to do, baby.” His dulcet voice declares, his right hand reaching for his phone from his pockets. You get up from his lap and drop to your knees with a loud thud. He clicks record then grips his phone with his right hand, pointing it to you. 

You unbutton his jeans frantically, wanting to taste him again. Your boyfriend could only chuckle, muttering how you were doing good for him. After you successfully remove it with his help, your eyes train themselves at the sight of his black boxers; the print of his cock and a wet spot seen. 

Pushing it down his legs, your mouth salivates at how long and thick his cock was. The tip is beet red, two veins running along his shaft. You’ve taken it multiple times inside your lips, your cunt, and your ass - but despite it all, you always had to take a deep breath and adjust to his enormous size.

Grasping his swollen dick in your hand, you circle his tip over your lips, letting his pre-cum gloss them. You bat your lashes at him, Rindou closes his eyes, low pants escaping his plump lips. You open your mouth, as you push yourself down his fat cock. His sheer girth had your eyes watering, the first push of his length reaching the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” Rindou groans, his left hand finding its way back to your hair, grasping it tightly. “You’re so—so good for me, mmm... fuck! Love the way your throat feels, you’re fucking incredible.” He pushes your lips even deeper, making your nose touch the soft tuft of hair in his lower belly. 

Sweat starts to drip on your forehead as you continue to deepthroat him. Your moans come off muffled, but its vibrations cause Rindou to shiver. His phone still pointed at you, the camera capturing how your mouth slobbered spit all over his fat cock and how your eyes were stained with salty tears. 

“I love fucking your mouth, baby.” Rindou’s eyes roll in pleasure, before lifting his hips and thrusting his cock at a merciless pace. The choking sounds you continued to create only urged him to push harder and moan louder. “You get so fucking dumb just for me. All the fucking time. My dumb baby, mhm, yeah?”

The hand holding his phone now visibly shakes, his high starting to coil inside him. With one last thrust, his cum spurted all over your mouth. Rindou brushes the stray hair away from your face, his thumb circling your wet lips. 

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he orders. You oblige willingly, eyes staring wide. His cum coats your tongue and he smirked in satisfaction. He feels his cock twitch once more. “Swallow it all, don’t leave a drop.”

Wanting to get to his good side, you follow him once again. You push down the urge to gag at the bitter taste of his cum, because anything from Rindou is a gift that needs to be treasured.

“And what does a good girl say after?” He presses on, the camera still pointed at you. The harsh flash strains your eyes a bit, but your hungry stare remains at the sight of your boyfriend’s fat cock. Rindou lets out a sadistic smile at your fucked out state, lips stained with saliva and leftover cum.

“Thank you, sir.” Your hand clutches his thick thighs, bowing your head to him. “Thank you for the meal.”

“Fuck...” Rindou lets out a grunt, “You’re so fucking beautiful. Fuck—shit, how did I get so lucky? Mhm… my good girl.”

[1:57 AM] You: Here’s the video baby. Look at how hot you are, fuck. Looking at this makes me soooo fucking hard again.

[1:57 AM] Sanzu: YO FREE HOMEMADE PORN??? THANKS RIN YOU’RE THE BEST

[1:57 AM] Sanzu: wait am i even allowed to see this

[1:58 AM] Kaku: NO ONE WATCH THE VIDEO HE SENT. DON’T.

[1:58 AM] Koko: Yo rindou how much for this video???

[1:58 AM] Boss: You might want to check where you’re sending it, Rindou.

[1:59 AM] Boss: It’s hot though.

[2:01 AM] Ran: Y/N just one chance plz

[2:01 AM] Ran: bro ur dicks so ugly ew

[2:02 AM] You: FUCK

“Um… baby?”

“Yeah?”

“...I accidentally sent the video to the Bonten group chat.”

“Did they like it? My tits looked nice, right?”

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